Mechanical fuel pump small block chevy
1997 Harley Road King
2023.03.27 02:17 thatplaneguytuck 1997 Harley Road King
Just got a Harley 1997 Road King that hasn't ran in 5 years. Fuel lines are a little cracked, engine turns over but doesn't get fuel. Fuel diverter seems to work fine, both tanks have fuel. Wondering if it's the carb/pump/lines. When I spray starting fluid into air intake it starts and runs strong for a few seconds. Looking for any help, never done any mechanic work on a bike before. Thanks
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2023.03.27 02:16 Beargeist Perspective on gameplay after 5 lv 25s, and reading the common criticisms
Aspects aren't a terrible idea exactly, it's an easy way to actively update your skill tree /w functions on a patch basis. Rerolling or swapping skill trees around with changing aspects…. is something they can figure out.
The problem really is, most of the sh!t that passes as function on the skill tree. And getting to use very little of the meaningful mechanics, in one single build.
The majority of comments I've read for people referencing how classes "feels"; make no mention of good mechanics or interaction. Instead people seem to be focused on powerfulness or clear time.
There are things that do feel and function better than ever. And there are entire components of skill trees and kits, that are feedback-less clicking.
I think it's lost on people how low they set the bar for consistency across all skills, and class tailored mechanics. it's clearly not about ease of use, or layering player skill. It's the design philosophy, it's not going to change and it's unlikely improve.
Quick examples:
the rogue's skill block of "imbuement" skills. That passing as design, is philosophy, nothing else. On the other hand, the Rogue validates their approach to basic attack generators in a way no other character does.
Counter to that, the Sorcerer has enough interesting function that they could fill "4 interesting core spells." Currently Chain lightning is the best "feeling" iteration, of any chain lightning in any game. But the generators are 3+1 bolt powers.
There was a blatantly missed opportunity to tailor class mechanics for how generators and core mechanics interact. Things that can't be patched with implementation of item aspects or skill nodes.
___________
How could this have been conceptualized, if function was prioritized? With One skill selection (for basic + core) over two "level blocks" (with double the branching and crossing pathing options)
Example#1: package Firewall and Incinerate. At base, can have one firewall active, incinerate's stream increases intensity as it passes through the wall. (damage with firewall generates resource)
then think of anyone of the countless potential actions.
…..Again a million potential actions. Simple things greater effect, etc, etc.
___________
I would rather see them simply condense skill trees so that more builds could have more functions. Some of this is simple enough to get done in the launch window /w production check list.
As an example; the Barbarian has 3 of 4 generators, and 3 of 5 core skills that have bare bone functionality. 70% of the choices you can make, for 70% of what you will be doing….is clickyness.
Solution: Take 3 of the 5 core skills, and roll them into their respective attack generator - to proc every (x) number of attacks. Create a third core skill that uses said "combo feature" as an active skill + adds whatever interesting aspect.
____________
There are many examples of good and bad, But it's too obvious that "core and basic" gameplay functions didn't have to merit themselves whatsoever. Open world story mode buys, and a subset of people to play for the loot table….
Maybe they could give a f#&k about the gameplay. Maybe they misinterpreted what success they could mime from PoE components. They certainly don't share 100% of the design goals. But nowhere is it more clear than in the summoning, curse & aura skills; that one offers something, and the other offers an absence of any motivations. They put the cart before the horse, and the cart is filled with sh!t. If they shovel well they can have a good game on their hands, but it's never going to be great.
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The problem really is, most of the sh!t that passes as function on the skill tree. And getting to use very little of the meaningful mechanics, in one single build.
The majority of comments I've read for people referencing how classes "feels"; make no mention of good mechanics or interaction. Instead people seem to be focused on powerfulness or clear time.
There are things that do feel and function better than ever. And there are entire components of skill trees and kits, that are feedback-less clicking.
I think it's lost on people how low they set the bar for consistency across all skills, and class tailored mechanics. it's clearly not about ease of use, or layering player skill. It's the design philosophy, it's not going to change and it's unlikely improve.
Quick examples:
the rogue's skill block of "imbuement" skills. That passing as design, is philosophy, nothing else. On the other hand, the Rogue validates their approach to basic attack generators in a way no other character does.
Counter to that, the Sorcerer has enough interesting function that they could fill "4 interesting core spells." Currently Chain lightning is the best "feeling" iteration, of any chain lightning in any game. But the generators are 3+1 bolt powers.
There was a blatantly missed opportunity to tailor class mechanics for how generators and core mechanics interact. Things that can't be patched with implementation of item aspects or skill nodes.
___________
How could this have been conceptualized, if function was prioritized? With One skill selection (for basic + core) over two "level blocks" (with double the branching and crossing pathing options)
Example#1: package Firewall and Incinerate. At base, can have one firewall active, incinerate's stream increases intensity as it passes through the wall. (damage with firewall generates resource)
then think of anyone of the countless potential actions.
a) Reduce the length of firewall and incinerate, But when incinerate passes through firewall, its stream can extend and redraw the bounds of firewall. b) incinerate reinforces a small area where it passes through firewall, slowing and reducing the damage of any incoming projectiles or monsters that move through. C) with thoughtful interactions, even very simple things could create significance; increase the number of active firewalls to 2.Example#2: chain lighting and charge bolt. At base, chain lightning that bounces back to your staff releases charge bolts, Recall actively increases the gravity of your staff.
…..Again a million potential actions. Simple things greater effect, etc, etc.
___________
I would rather see them simply condense skill trees so that more builds could have more functions. Some of this is simple enough to get done in the launch window /w production check list.
As an example; the Barbarian has 3 of 4 generators, and 3 of 5 core skills that have bare bone functionality. 70% of the choices you can make, for 70% of what you will be doing….is clickyness.
Solution: Take 3 of the 5 core skills, and roll them into their respective attack generator - to proc every (x) number of attacks. Create a third core skill that uses said "combo feature" as an active skill + adds whatever interesting aspect.
____________
There are many examples of good and bad, But it's too obvious that "core and basic" gameplay functions didn't have to merit themselves whatsoever. Open world story mode buys, and a subset of people to play for the loot table….
Maybe they could give a f#&k about the gameplay. Maybe they misinterpreted what success they could mime from PoE components. They certainly don't share 100% of the design goals. But nowhere is it more clear than in the summoning, curse & aura skills; that one offers something, and the other offers an absence of any motivations. They put the cart before the horse, and the cart is filled with sh!t. If they shovel well they can have a good game on their hands, but it's never going to be great.
2023.03.27 01:24 macabregame MACABRE - Weforge Studio - Nextgen nightmare fuel to play friends, a stealth extraction horror.
Hi everyone. I hope you're having a luxurious Sunday.
About us
We're a small studio out of Australia founded by two mates passionate about horror games. Over the past year, we've poured our hearts and souls into our dream project Macabre.
Key Points
Enter the nightmarish world of Macabre. Team up with friends to confront interdimensional terrors in this heart-pumping, adrenaline-fueled co-op horror game.
Guided by Banjo, an eccentric recluse with an unclear past, you and your friends will venture deep into an unstable time rift tasked with uncovering the source of terrifying anomalies.
Upgrade your gear, learn new skills, and fight with everything you've got to save humankind from a fate worse than death.
Developed in Unreal Engine 5 for PC. Macabre will bring the immersive and terrifying experience of high-end single-player horror games to a multiplayer audience.
Links
Steam
Official Gameplay Teaser 01
Twitter (A retweet would be incredible)
Thanks for your support, and we look forward to hearing your feedback!
Cheers,
Team Macabre.
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About us
We're a small studio out of Australia founded by two mates passionate about horror games. Over the past year, we've poured our hearts and souls into our dream project Macabre.
Key Points
- First-person Multiplayer horror.
- Stealth and extraction mechanics.
- Unique monsters with advanced behaviours.
- Teamwork and communication are key.
- Highly replayable and rewarding game loop.
- 1-4 players (testing larger player counts).
- PVE (testing PVP mechanics).
- Dynamic environments and spooks.
Enter the nightmarish world of Macabre. Team up with friends to confront interdimensional terrors in this heart-pumping, adrenaline-fueled co-op horror game.
Guided by Banjo, an eccentric recluse with an unclear past, you and your friends will venture deep into an unstable time rift tasked with uncovering the source of terrifying anomalies.
Upgrade your gear, learn new skills, and fight with everything you've got to save humankind from a fate worse than death.
Developed in Unreal Engine 5 for PC. Macabre will bring the immersive and terrifying experience of high-end single-player horror games to a multiplayer audience.
Links
Steam
Official Gameplay Teaser 01
Twitter (A retweet would be incredible)
Thanks for your support, and we look forward to hearing your feedback!
Cheers,
Team Macabre.
2023.03.27 01:02 CrusaderGOT PART 3; FIRST COLONY ROUND 1: Sky Constant vs. Father Angelos
 | 11:00am, 27-03-2019, Utah submitted by CrusaderGOT to TheCullingGames [link] [comments] Temple Square LET THE JUJUTSU KAISEN BEGIN!!! Sky Constant (By u/HangingSky) [Appearance/Personality] Sky is 70 in. tall, male, late 20s/early 30s with dark brown hair. Built legs, unremarkable upper body, brown eyes. Hair is mid length and dark brown. Skin is pale-olive. Wears a skin tight, thin, flexbile thermal body wrap in all black, and a vest with four blood packets. He wears a flowing black silk cloak over everything. Has one knife on either side of his hips, under the cloak. [Physical Attributes] High agility/elusiveness & High intelligence [Cursed Attributes] Uses a cursed tool/weapon & Has a non-combative domain that allows for it to be re-casted frequently or early in battle Cursed Tool: The cursed tool(s) is Sky's two knives, the Whims. Each wound inflicted by a Whim dulls the five senses slightly but stackably and modifies any blood that's been spilled so that it "belongs" to the person who spilled it. The practical repercussions of this is that the blood is treated as being a part of the body of the Whims' wielder and can be used as such. Additionally, it can't be replaced by conventional healing techniques by the victim, as the victim's body does not recognize that blood as missing. Notably, when healing, Sky cannot store additional blood reserves in his body, but can absorb and supplement his own missing blood with blood let by the Whims. Sky is immune to the dulling effect, having practiced it many times in himself. Domain Expansion: The Grudging Dots is a Domain Expansion that is non-combative. It brings Sky and anyone caught in it into the realm of the Grudging Dots, the entities that manage luck and fortune for all things with cursed energy. No combat can occur in the domain. The Grudging Dots bring anyone (besides Sky) within the domain to an altar and demand a blood offering equal to the blood offering (read: intentional expenditures) of their Avatar (Sky) since the last time the domain was cast. (Assume each combat begins with no previous blood offering.) If the participants agree to match the blood offering of the Avatar, the Avatar designates the weapon that will be used for the blood letting choosing from all weapons existing within the domain. A weapon must be present for a blood letting to be possible. If the blood price is not fully matched, the Grudging Dots inflict a penalty of very poor luck on the nonpaying participant(s) scaling against the amount of blood not paid. All participants are fully aware of the rules of the domain. While the participants engage the Grudging Dots, the Avatar is free to do, out of sight, as he pleases. [Cursed Technique] Sky's Blood Rites of the Magician allow him to spend his own blood to construct additions to and augment his own body.
The Domain Expansion as mentioned earlier is The Grudging Dots. It is a dark bubble whose walls can't be sensed from the inside. The Avatar exists in a private chamber of the domain but is aware of all happenings in the domain. The other participants converse with the Grudging Dots before making a decision. The domain is nearly useless at the start of combat, but it snowballs advantages for Sky. Additionally, it allows him to optimally use the Rite of Purification or prepare a targeted Rite of Torrent, unseen. [Extra Information] It's in the blood. VSFather Angelos (By u/Behold_Minazuki)[Appearance/Personality] A man in his Mid-30s, about 6'2 with Brown slick backed hair and dark round glasses. He wears a Silver Cassock and a Priest's collar. [Physical Attributes] High speed & High intelligence [Cursed Attributes] Has an binding vow they use in battle & Uses a cursed tool/weapon Father Angelos uses a modified Steel Cross with a Short-Sword Blade. Its blade is wrapped with Pages from the Priests' personal Bible. The sword's strength is amplified by a Person's Faith, the stronger the faith of the user is in a specific Idea, the more powerful the blade is. His binding vow forces him to only imprint his CE in Holy Objects. Should he imprint it in a Non-Holy object, it becomes weaker and significantly more taxing on Angelos' Cursed Energy supply. However, imprints on Holy Objects (Bible Pages, Holy Water, His Sword) become 40% more powerful and less taxing on His CE Supply. [Cursed Technique & Applications] His CT is called "Jeremiah 51:20" Father Angelos' CT allows him to imprint his CT on objects, binding the objects to him, allowing him to use it in a variety of different ways in Battle. Divine Judgement - He can fuel Bible Pages imprinted with his CT and have it detonate in Holy Fire should he activate it (Think of the Paper Bombs from Naruto). Cursed Aspersion - Imprint Holy Water with his CT, turning its droplets to mini bullets imbued with Cursed Energy. The more advanced techniques of his CT fully bounds his CE to objects. The Priest can pass through 12 Pages of His Book (4 Max if its not a Holy Relic), essentially letting him teleport through any of the 12 pages that He placed around a Battlefield. He can use these pages as Portals (grabbing an opponents limb before closing the portal cutting them, using Cursed Aspersion on One Page with its droplets landing on a page near the opponent etc.) Since they are imbued with his CE, should He run to low levels of CE, He can deactivate any of the objects and recall his CT, allowing him to rejuvenate his CE supply. [Domain Expansion] His domain expansion is called "Hebrews 4:12" He shouts out the verse in question with Ecstatic Passion to activate the domain. Angelos' domain expansion bounds himself to the opponent's very own soul, allowing him to use all of his previous techniques on the sorcerer trapped inside, dousing the sorcerer in Holy Fire or turning all the water inside the sorcerer to the Cursed Aspersion. Or even phasing his hand inside an enemy, taking out or crushing whatever vital organ they have (Tearing out a person's Heart, Crushing their Brain etc.) It takes on the appearance of Dozens of Biblically Accurate Angels surrounding and watching Angelos and the Opponent. [Extra Information] Years ago, Dozens of Churches in Italy were overrun with Cursed Spirits. The Negative Emotions caused by People confessing their sins in Churches resulted in the creation of many Cursed Spirits. No one knows where the Priest came from, some say He was the alter ego of a Saint from centuries ago reborn. Or even an experiment created by the Vatican to create Jujutsu Exorcists. However, what Jujutsu Society does know, is that ever since Father Angelos appeared, the threat of Cursed Spirits wreaking havoc in the houses of God have since become a minor. He hunts Sinner Curse Users and Cursed Spirits with Feverish Joy. To those members of his Parish, He's everything that personifies the Gold Standard of a Priest, always selflessly devoting himself to aiding those He considers Followers of Christ. To his enemies though, both in Jujutsu Society and the Church, He is the Divine Judgement. Psychopathically humiliating and torturing those He deems as Sinners, carrying a fanatical obsession with his Crusade of annihilating Jujutsu threats to Gods' Kingdom. This insane loyalty caused him to often but Heads with the Exorcists of the Vatican. His words and his constant quoting of scripture indicate a clear, almost maniacal obedience towards "the word of God" always compulsively quoting Scripture and verses even during Battle. Since the Shibuya Incident, the Vatican have decided to go forward with their own investigation of the new Colonies in Japan, hearing news of the Culling Game, his enemies in the Vatican sent him to join the Battle Royale, hoping someone could defeat him. After analyzing the matchup, place your votes on who you think will win this round here! View Poll |
2023.03.27 00:44 NathanIsIf james
Them Are you at heritage palms or casa del lago 
me: nope and i'm not looking them up 
Them : I wanna know what you’re experiencing cause I know what each fam member is like I’ll show uo After your revenge but if it’s heritage I’ve got my own piece to add 
Me: this is nonsense to me 
What? This is c
 I don't know a c
 Talking about neighborhoods
 I don't want to play any games 
I know same here I just wanna know what you’re experiencing Which household Casa del lago is neighborhood with cousins Heritage palms is one with uncle Evil uncle I lnow Pls Can you not ignore this 
it means nothing to me sorry none of this stuff If I had the attention span to remember shit would mean anything
 Mhmmm I know you got it The attention spa And a beautiful brain But okay 
none of that stuff rung any bells

Well what are you planning on getting revenge for
 nothing but I'm sure I don't know you
 Whatever you think about my dad is your own projections
 I don't. Know you. Or him. 
Those aren’t lies but ok 
I am not lying. 
Hey I love you dyl but pls the anger you hold in your heart scares me and if you can please just come to my house tomorrow everything will be okay How is work going? If there’s any mistreatment lmk I will deliver tou justice 
winnie?  Not revenge There’s a difference but also a technique to handle it with love Not hate I know this is a lot and new for toy But if you trust your C then pleaseeeeeeeeeeeee LET HER HELP all I gotta say 
i'm not really in a thinking mood 
New for you Wanna call me? Just talk Not about us or relationship or getting married Just talk like the good ole days No Ft either 
I don't know you 
Just voice Dylan 
Sorry Dylan I don't know you 
Vlad Or whatever other alter ego 
no 
Dyl 
i'm not her or him 
Ily 
j or r 
But okay 
uranus or asshole not me 
You wish But okay Fine I’m tired of trying 
i am too 
I wish you could truly feel how much love I have for you There’s so much 
I would accept it into my life if you were her. 
Just sitting locked up and waiting to pour out 
And until then I will not believe it for a second. 
Okay dill pickle 
still nothing 
Scorpion Vs devil 
james is the devil I'm not a scorpion 
I’m a scorpion and i.r the devil Brother from another mother Vishnu 
You have a lot to say you must have a shitty life like me 
I sure do but it’s all scraps unless I’m talking to my person 
sucks
 He’s the one who gets me like no one ever has I was hoping it’s you so you can have a friendly voice to just talk about life stresses From the same person who’s the root of ur problems
 sorry
 But I guess you’re not it sorry for bothering you
 i am not
 I hope you learn to transmute any hate in your heart towards love though it’s magical
 I don't want to I think that's candy ass demons exist
 I understand but transformative I was suicidal
 demons exist
 Deprrssed Learned to pull myself out slone
 they don't care if you love them
 Alone Taught me the secret to always being happy Until drugs took over And alcohol
 speaking of drugs
 Yeah what’s up 
i got this vape pen from the corner store here
 Oooh Shit What kind
 hope they put some fentanyl in it 
Noooo What corner store 
one in a state that I live in
 Fl
 nope
 Ga Sc Delta 8 or nic
 yep 
I’ve been tempted to smoke but I don’t wanna f up my teins journey so I decided to not
 i need a movie
 But if you are then I am Me too
 tiens journey?
 Twins
 I don't have a twin.
 Flame
 nope
 But that’s d for me You’re not him
 so you have to sit and be sober 
Nah 
ah 
them: Imma get high and pop addy 
it was always a lie
 Nah
 i can't do uppers
 I’m smiling so I know it’s you
 or downers
 Just know I love tou You
 me: just sideways
 I thought of our quick morning in nyc from that message 2 pumps in your coffee 
i have penis
 I know Big D
 shrinking with age
 Nah you’re still young
 ps don't measure after 30 just keep your stat line make them measure like the NBA
 Lmao how old are tou You
 i didn't say don't measure after 40 
Hehehehe D I love youuuu Are yoy smiling I’m smiling 
I'm not them or smiling 
So why’d you get werd Delta 8
 the arab who works there in the afternoon makes me feel racist because he talks so quiet i was convinced i couldn't understand his accent for a few weeks then I realized he was just whispering good guy 
Arab? 
surely not persian 
Danny????

I still use the word arabic and even shorten it sometimes
 Omg he’s from the carribean I love him Oh shit what are you gonna do if I show up to work Also why do you hate my dad I wanna know 
I'm not them
 Other than infidelity which is a possibility I’ve always know. Of He would love you as much as me if you just come to the house or he sees us together A part of my soul resides in yours When we’re together we complete each other and my parents (both of em) would be here for you My dad told me f what everyone else in the family thinks he knows how much I love you My uncle tho greedy man That’s why I wanted to make sure you weren’t at herirage Cause he would drain you and he’s sneaky 
I wish I was a part of this mess but I'm not
 My dad doesn’t like him or some other crappy family members so he distanced himself Just know you belong here and in this family You and I are the really members of our family Soon to be family atleast So I always have your back I just wish you could see the light at the end of this tunnel of a shitshow You have to experience Cause of me I’m sorry I’m really really sorry 
This is a load of farts 
You’re a load of farts With a heart of gold That’s why I love tou Just please what’s ur work schedule tmw I’ll come to the store for you 
lol 
Lemme show up if you can’t come here 
I'm not them 
I’ll be the ram Okie 
That word is kinda hot ram 
You’re the sita   ram huh huh sounds like you two are gonna do it 
Lmao everyone is keeping this charade up in the house but what’s ur work schedule    Nah they are Indian gods and my person already saved me from my addy    Now I gotta help him not fall into a hole of despair Like I was 
why would you fuck him up like that? 
That he helped with 
he has nothing and you're gonna take his despair too wicked 
Yes and fill it with soooo much loce 
then he'd just be a zombie 
Love 
probably off himself 
Now revived New man We will get you a new last name too dw
 cute Bill Hercules 
Just let me help you because it’s literally what I was born into this world for 
I sell Lawnmowers 
To help you remember your power I’m a balanced way 
You would think you sell to houses with long grass 
In 
but no you sell to the house with cut grass they are the ones who like mowing    My uncle? Yo my dad wants the business out    My uncle has been so difficult with him And greedy   i don't believe you are hypnotizable 
Keeps starting the discussion when I’m there but my dad keeps trynna stop because he wants to protect me from all the family drama Nope 
321 sleep 
No I miss you  picture a rhino on his hind legs sleep! 
Noooo 
that one works on anyone 
Not until I have solid plans to see you tomorrow I can’t wait anymore 
i wish i was them I'm not but I can entertain you with my tricks 
Yea pls do just don’t put me to bed yet    Other tricks in the 5D 
i'm gonna let that one roost 
:(
 I am sad too
 Why you sad Tell me
 i just go faster to make up for it sometimes  Drop your worries Gent Vent 
My best friend is passed away
 Aww I’m sorry :( was it sudden??
there's a certain level of uneasyness in the meantime. uneasiness 
Meantime? 
i only use the best words 
I know babe 
lol 
She’s still here Just upgraded 
i've never been anyones babe 
Waiting for my upgraded big d Soon Just a hug Is all he need
 i bet my amazon order gets here first lol Or marvel goes bankrupt 
If a hug could change your whole life Why would you not try I can suck all the hurt pain betrayed anger out 
I'm building a nice little life of anger I don't know if I can cash that in 
Noooo Don’t worry bout money Chill 
what country are you from? 
We still have my apt in nyc Worst case we go there and figure shit out first No commitment or rings needed Don’t stress about any of that 
i just realized you said you'd suck out my pain 
No money from you needed Omg 
What country are you from stranger? 
You’re def D if you didn’t take that as an immediate sexual inu endo Like me India I’m a fob 
You have not an english speakers taint to your language... so close but then a tense will kill it 
Just don’t worry bout anyone else and focus on me And us 
Are you Bagger Vance? 
That’s all that matters 
That's my only real india connection 
Idk what that means 
it means are you buddha are you the god of gods 
Nahh that’s you :)) 
will you teach me to golf? 
You are my god 
I lost my swing 
Lmfaooo I’ll try but the balls will end up in the water Always Everytime Idk how that happened 
might need a new toilet 
Yeah or new balls 
a ball stitch brave i volunteer to help 
Hehehehe okay I think I dig your energy anyways 
I have a comedy skit 
Vlad was too much 
the drummell doctor 
Okay let’s hear it 
it's a town where the only doctor uses a drummel for everything no matter what It's hilarious
 … ……. 🦗 
I promise?
 🦗🦗🦗🦗 
I think you are trying to make money out of it I'm trying to laugh 
You should take the comedy part out 
If you just want funny, and not something to sell, that's funny I've laughed about it many times 
Who’s got this money in ur mind On
 Your derision obviously commercials tastes i'm educating you childrean still love me? 
Yesss still love tou You Always 
not me sorry  Dylan 
i was being obnoxious not dylan 
It’s okay dylan you can accept all parts no need to hide with me You’ve seen my worst parts 
jesus dylan sounds like a mess tell him to buy a comb and stop thinking it'll straighten what's left of his life out 
You intrude into every moment I can’t even use th bathroom in peace without wondering if ur tuning in So we can’t escape this 
i don't believe in psychics i do, but I choose not to 
I wanna work with this blessing 
lifes a choice 
It’s a miracle 
I choose no 
This is rare You don’t want to tap into the potential? 
you love dylan 
I swear this is so rare and we are insanelyttt protected 
dylan and his stupid hair need you maybe probably not 
Dylan why you worried about your hair 
but you can think that 
I know you think your balding But you think I care?? 
i see why he is upset and hiding 
Aww no babe 
you need to make love to his bald head spit shine 
Nahh these are from reddits But I still love it All of him 
ripley just told that guy to fuck off 
Who’s ripely? 
some movie girl sad life really 
Dyl I love you I wanna make babies with you And start a damily Family And we will have such a happy lil home Big family tho 
you and him 
Yes me and Dylan If ur him then you know 
what's the name dylan mean? i'm not 
Son of the sea Right? 
I'm asking 
You’re testing 
In no way did I expect an answer 
Mmmhmmm 
you're tripping like hard 
You’re tripping with that vape I’m about to get ine 
no you're like on genetically modified GMO 
And maybe take some other drugs too 
i can feel the beat juice pumping in your veins You are high as a rockafeller 
Nah I wish 
Are you in a poker game? too? 
I will get tomorrow 
I feel like you're gambling 
Nah 
you're in a small game 20 dollar 9 guy talbe  You know I’m not a gambler 
I think you are I feel it 
Remember the cruise I watched you But didn’t know shit 
lol i would love to go on a cruise if nobody else was on it 
But the sweet man I fell in love with tipped his winnings to the guy cleaning the rooms 
but the crew and some serfs 
Oooh I’ll join you We can be on opposite ends of the shop if you’d like 
rose 
Ship Jack I’m jack You’re rose 
You're having a pastry with filling I see it 
Nahh You horny? 
Ripley... They are finding the pilot
 Oooh
 Prometheus is better
 Idk what that means but I’m intrigued
 even with it's flaws go back to finding dylan i guess good luck
 Ooooh I wanna watch prometheus I had to look up what both movies were about aorry Sorry Awww you are my anxious Dylan ugh I just love you sm and miss you I wanna give you kisses everywbere All over your head too 
So kind so kind 
Can you come over and get high with me And lay here 
awe sweet baby 
Watch a movie 
i'm not them 
Okay I give up Guess it’s time to delete this reddit :( 
I wish I could help I know not to try we all might be doomed. But then you get to watch movies. 
Nooo I wanna tell Dylan so much I understand how everything ties together He gets the visions and messages 
I saw that movie already M night 
I get the connecting dots I.T only 
He really kicked the shit out of this one and not in a good way 
If Nah he’s always okay 
I don't want to be mean but this one was a bigger disappointment than the Village. Like, I might like the village now 
I have always seen the bigger picture and his traumas from wayyy before (I assumed SA and other stuff he thinks is news) from the first time I met him Even researched it for him 
I think he was digging a new baasement so people would like the village. basement 
Months ago 2022 But these are just confirmations I’ve always had so much love for him 
Go get him he's a guy guys are easy 
I just want him to feel okay to open up About anythjng Nothing will ever change how I feel about him 
I'm not here to help :) I have no input that could possibly help anyone do anything and I got the reciepts 
Nooo please What receipts Please tell me If you keep me in the dark 
no success ever it's hilarious again 
I can’t help you with changing the village that I grew up in What happened?! Be honest 
Honesty is a verb 
This is just some random redditor 
not a noun 
Let it out  put that on a shirt and sell it at church lol
 I wanna work on starting an app with dylan I wish he knew about the idea 
type it up 
Nah people would steal it It’s gold
 i believe in you go get the world 
No I need him for it 
it's balls are in your hands 
But I’ll tell him in person
 go get him to grab the worlds balls by the app grabbing the worlds balls by the app 
Yessss Exactly
 go get him 
But no one could imagine I hate reddit Idk tech 
'go get him' 
I’m omd Old 
'look hip' 
I need his diverse and quick mind For everything else 
quick is not a substitute for being correct 
He’s correct 
but the idiots don't know the difference 
He is Yeah true 
laughing doesn't make something true children 
Who laughed Children?? My cousins?   just dispensing my wisdom 
What happened What’d they say 
i'm tired of this now the alien is about to hatch 
Listen my family moved out of that neighborhood 
i can't talk to you like a child 
Because we couldn’t deal with the drama I know the drama and lived in it 
i've never been that poor to have neighborhood drama close but not quite yet 
I was always the golden child idk why but always saw through the bs 
I have no clue who you are 
Whole village has yet to see how much I love my dyl 
or your flower child brightness 
Then they will stfu 
see the fields of grass and be the flower in the field is dylan the father? 
He will be to any baby I birth Or mother if it’s adoption 
So when you must watch prometheus ? 
Rn? Come over? 6am? 
you live in the ocean? 
Idk whenever you do 
i am not them 
Almost got pulled in today But nah 
the sucktion pretty thick pull it in 
Mmmhhhmmm 
like a vaccumm  Mmmmmhmmmmmmmm 
but I don't believe in space vaccuum theory theery It's stupid bullshit if you ask me a vacuum? 
Idk what it is 
it's stupid bullshit 
I don’t really read up on theories like that 
the idea of a vacuum it's the only fucking theory of space that really exists 
Just know what I know and dig into history as time goes on 
space as in the movies with nothing in it 
Oh yeah heck no 
there's got to be something dumbassses right? nothing...
There’s more to it 
like nothing. well the sun is over there 
So much more 
so i doubt it i got my money on light rayons 
I can’t believe I forgot these vision I had in my childhood Came back to me recently Stuff and too much to explain now But there is def sm more 
entropy... then the star world  A lot of my memory is wiped of SA experiences and around the same time my grandpa died (amazing soul and my first spiritual family connection) — whole life was filled with abandonment issues but now I realize the dates match up and I think once he found out He sacrificed to protect me from above I’ve had crazy near death experiences and always extra guided He died in the happiest way a person could with a happy and healthy soul/body But I think for him he can’t ever do anything from k doa India And much more from above 
i don't know how heaven works 
And one of the reasons I may never unlock certain memories cause it wasn’t supposed to hapoen 
true 
But the person involved ma life went to total shit Someone you may know but have def not met in the village 
lord i am not them get your rest you should keep your head on straight 
Nah I’m gucci I slept in 
i kanye 
Late asf 
good luck sad movie 
Did me writing in the journal help yes or no Cause I will write everything I know if it did It’s okay masks down with me Please cause you know it’s me You can be vulnerable my love and I don’t tell anyone anything but the best about tou I’m your safe guarded vault when it comes to your heart We share a heart You can be vulnerable asf with me and j will with tou 
don't waste the best on me 
But it doesn’t leave OUR heart or soul Nah You are the best 
go find dylan 
I cannot love another Dylan is etched into my dna My soul He has a piece of me 
Dylna 
I will never get back until he decides to see me It’s how the universe wants it I will always be missing the ability to even feel love or give love fully 
good luck 
Until he decides to see me 
i hope you find them 
Until then I’ll keep living an empty life and probably going to addy or other drugs 
good luck 
Killing my body and soul 
I can't help you there I'm not a certified addiction specialist 
Nah I need a hug 
You might have to ride that wave 
From him 
till you maybe die idk 
To take the pain 
or get help 
He’s holding both his and mine in there 
you type fast when you're scared :) calm down kiddo 
But that pain also gives me the key to unlock my heart 
calm down kiddo 
Okie 
breathe 
I am 
we're good 
Okay 
we don't have aiens in our chests or on our ship breathe it out 
I’m relaxed Buddy 
you're not 
Yes I am Rrallt 
more so 
Really 
you spike hard really hard 
You match my energy 
it's driving me uts nuts i need to sleep soon that's why 
Okay gn 
or just be calm 
I am I lromise 
no one upsmanship 
Okay No one ups I promise Just love and patience 
now you're wide open 
From a distance 
lol I wish 
Wyd 
but we can both just let this day slip to the langoileirs one more down not a total waste i might even have a snack 
Oooh yess Whatcha gonna eat I barely ate cause just waiting for Dylan everyday I’ve done my makeup and gotten ready everyday My parents see me waiting And deal with tears and anger after But I’ll still be waiting tmw and everyday Unless he wants me to come to him in which case just lmk and I’ll be there 
rock solid love it if i was ruler I'd get rid of most people but people like you i'd rebuild society with 
Yess that’s a good mindset It’s the type we need 
and in small numbers we'd keep things nice for a while 
This ain’t your average connection 
but I'd die and my vision will be diluted a revolt will be met with mercy 
No 
and my dream will die but then after a while another me comes 
Nooo follow your dreams Dock building? Book?? Whatever it is I won’t let you not pursue it 
my dream involves a little moustache on my lip and very fancy hats  Even if it moves is out of fort myrs Once we live tigether I will put rosemary oil on your head everyday My hair too You’ll feel better 
fast question 
But idc about your hair Or wrinkles Or black toe 
mr deeds 
Yes 
winona got it 
If they are movies no Cause I have to look up what each movie is 
you do a good winona from that movie 
Never seen 
she would say that i stick to my gut Adam Sandler should have got an oscar I still don't think he cared about the money. 
Oooh and yes he’s so talented I believe it 
that's more like it 
When you follow your heart you always go in the right directoon In hindsight For some Not us tho 
lol 
We know there are amazing things in store Just gotta get over this tiny himp Hump 
maybe for you we're going to war Our politicians shat the bed 
With wholike 
need to start a rukus 
No Oeace Peace 
we'll be lucky if the waters stay peacful land is doomed i'll be in the alamo 
You’re getting the Nobel prize in writing I’ll get on in medicine or science or something And we will both win the peace ine One 
i don't want to write I want to talk on am radio 
Chill out Can we have a photo wall 
yes please thank you 
I’ve always wanted to start one Same type of frames with pics from big moments 
I don't make the rules 
I’m think ceuise Selfie by the fountain We didn’t take any pics in nyc 
that time you boned dylan 
But it’s okay 
bye forever I really wish you the best 
Mmmhmmm i get big d on the daily 
I don't think that's hard these days 
Nah Specific kind Don’t even need to be near him ;) 
whatever you think you are saying... lost in translation ms coppola big v i was catfished by people who fist each other apparantly so i've been told it's all like living in some sorts of petri dish that the mayans killed themselves to avoid anyways always thought they were dumb 
Lmaoo whattt 
now not sure 
Fist 
i have to be open that that was from them until they define it not my job keep this in mind whoever you are when you act anonymously you throw your hat in with some freaks you might want to be different from them 
I’m sorry Ooos 
lol 
Wait was it me 
i don't know you this is like from the other side of the internet 
I went looking for you 
think if the internet is a sphere 
I think it’s flat 
I am on the US side 
Like open soda 
With hamburgers 
Me too 
and people who fist their wives while getting off to other men online lol apparantly 
???? 
not my job to determine I believe it to be true maybe a number was off 
It’s okay I know what you meant 
but that's the math right now because youre being testy lol I am funny I won this 
Nah cause you’re my d 
goodnight 
I see right through tou You You leave your scent everywhere But I know you’ve got a million dif reddits And you are a creative trickster Also funny 
I already declared victory sorry 
Idk what that means but okay I hope I get to see you today :( Waiting wveryday 
:) 
More of my heart gets chipped every nught 
i guess you might ought to do something about it at the right time 
I guess I’ll sleep now and see what’s up once I wake 
yep a new day maybe you'll meet buddah 
Lmao were 6 hours in I hope so 
it could happen 
I really really hope so 
look for it you should take a nap 
You too 
one little breather nap 
Wyd today Eork Work 
i'm going to sleep fuck nap 
Come over 
go find your dylan D 
My parents have been watching me prep for you And my mom always wants me to clean 
you are of a diffferent culture 
So my room is clean for us 
i learned about it on the simpsons 
They are about us I lromise They see how happy you make me and how much you care too 
Good luck 
Okie thank youu 
Gmmmm Wyd 
thinking about the dead family of the people who messed with me their dad died after I take joy in that I imagine him in hell screaming and burning most morning s 
I just woke up I don’t like waking up to negativity 
neither do I but that's the world Maybe one day it will change but I doubt it I think it just ends in a mess i hope you learned your lesson about contacting me in the morning 
Lmaoo it’s the afternoon But I learned you late night 
you are such a black i can't talk to you
 I’m sleeping in your sweater
 when you learn how to agree to things that are correct, i can talk to you till then stay black homie 
Okie I’m brown
 i can tell because you argue where there is no argument like a black
 Yes
 it's disgusting keep it out of my life if you don't want me to be negative when you wake up don't contact me when it's your morning if you want to argue about when it's morning, go find a black person I'm pretty sure they base everything on the mcdonalds menu so probably 1030 cutoff
 Okiee
 Shut up, he's about to melt into a mush that's my favorite part
 Ooh should I get ready Again I’m still in bed
 i'm still thinking of james dad melting cause he's in hell he he already died 
Nah you about to melt Me too Maybe Our hearts Teehehehe 
and then he paws at the walls but they are hot too then he loses his ability to form words bwa bwa bwa bwa bwa bwa 
Babe 
it's sad but he raised a demon that killed my friend so I can't really help the melted black charred puddle reforms to do it again 
Yesss I have more cuts btw When you visited yesterday 
these are my religious beliefs god will punish the evil and is currently 
Every time ur in my vicinity I get a cut So I’m evil I guess 
I guess I don't know you I know of a james whos dad is in hell 
You’re slowly cutting me and I’m Bleeding out 
He says bwa bwa bwa 
Okay buddha 
buddha gets it buddha uderstands war 
Don’t forget about shiva and parvati You’re like the angry shiva 
i don't care about them they weren't shown to me 
They are the most important 
so I don 
Just saying that Will give you bad luck 
So obviously I am not supposed to be giving a shit 
Upon yourself 
No I accept what is shown to me 
Shiva is an angry god 
I accept what is shown to me 
Until he’s with parvati 
I accept what is shown 
Then they have a lil ganesha Who lakshmi adopts 
if I was supposed to care about this crap it would be in my life 
Mhmm 
So maybe some day someone will show up and i will have to care he's melting again 
Yess our maybe you already have a lil baby And we will care for him And both melt 
you people and your crack i can 
Even if he’s not my baby 
i can't help you 
Can u bring ur vape over 
I'd never raise a demon child lol 
Or should I go buy one He’s a god Ganesha is the remover of onstacles 
good for you 
Kinda like my grandpa Mhm 
not like james' dad 
I wanna get high 
don't we all it helps take away the pain of people catfishing me and killing my friend from it and the constant anger the constant need to make things right but this is morning i'm not high yet 
Aww is it only when you see Dan the man When is Danny leaving 
I am not involved in your life 
Okay bye byeee 
I am just imagining james dad melting in pain forever :) like a demon 
Mhm melting in love 
like a demon who got tricked into hell and has people who want to get even i'd say 'good luck' but i won't even say it ironically For him all I have to say to him is that I'm thinking about his dead dad more often than he is awake :) 
Mhmm 
it's good being me because I know you can't fuck me over and get away with it :) i'm glad I'm me and not the person I am mad at for getting my friend killed 
i can wait 
Ew you are the devil 
i can wait you think that's bad? lol he killed my friend you can't even imagine I've had years to think of new things every day 
im gonna tell her that her dad killed my friend right before she climaxes then call him and tell him about it 
Oooh sounds like you’ve got it all figured out Guy I saw yesterday made me climax 3 times 
i wish I could say how I really felt 
Orgasm Mhmm 
you sound like a bit of a slut i don't even know his name yet that's how I know 
Lmaoo Okay 
you could have been like, I met this guy named x and got to it in a few sentences but no straight to the vag 
Mhmm 
They killed my friend 
It was the guy I saw in my head 
i don't know that anyone would expect because I wouldn't do that But they did 
I met him a year ago 
and I know how I feel about it 
On a cruise 
I really don't care one bit 
I hope we go on another soon Okay 
the people who got my friend killed are the ones who I care about that's it 
Oooh Okie 
The other person I cared about is dead from their actions I expect it to be made right. 
Ahh Good for u 
not good, just real and real for them too but they want to make it worse instead of better so be it I oblige 
Imma have another orgasm 
I am more than accepting of the outcome 
In my mouth tho Dosa 
slut 
Mhmm I love my Indian food Prob will have some American honey tn too 
still don't care go to your stupid indian grill and have your stupid indian food with your murderer boyfriend live the life you chose it's disgusting I judge it with disgust. 
i'm blocking you again the moment the option is available 
james dad is still there melting 
Oh ew I don’t like Indian geill So I accidentally fell asleep before eating the dosa Just woke up and ate What did I miss Babe :( 
what do you think is goin to happen to the people who killed my friend? if she doesn't love me, he was my number 1 
Your friend will be revived 
what would you do if someone killed your number 1 person? 
New version
 answer my question please whether it's your wife... 
I would get justice
 whoever is your closest person what would you do?
 Justice not revenge
 justice is more than revenge in this case justice would be giving him the same circumstance he gave me that would mean taking hope and dreams and friends and love and putting them away forever and him having to start over
 Wdym
 justice would be to give him the same circumstance as he gave me He would have to lose his friends, his lover, and more all in a day
 Why
 justice is way bigger than revenge for what he did justice would require me to take everything from him and send him to live with his mom knowning the world is created to fuck with him that would be justice
 Chill out
 but his whole life around him would have to literally die
 And get yo ass here
 like mine did
 Yours doesn’t have to
 for justice to be achieved revenge is more petty smaller just him
 Me
 justice is balance
 You want me Fine kill me
 i want it to be real have been real
 Me too
 not have had years after where I'm getting toyed with with a dead friend and a mystery
 I want real
 but I dont' get to choose
 I want a hug
 I have to deal with what is presented
 Why Wdym
 I was told single she was married my friend died while I was being distracted my friend who I knew I had to keep alive
 Ahh Yes
 they got in the way of that justice would be for me to take his woman, and all his friends, and he would be alone in the world
 I’m excited to marry my person
 and if he really understands that his dad is dead because of him on top of that but he won't
 What?? Your dad passed away????
 only I have to live with knowing my friend is dead because I fell for their trap he doesn't have to he is the villain the perpetrator
 Ooh yes we don’t like him
 so I have to live in the shit consequences he built for me While she is with him.
 I was not a fan of him when we had dinner at your house
 and I will have to get my own ending
 We will be brand new
 now that we have defined the terms I will have to stop using them I will find my own 'ending'
 With me
 if you are her if not then no
 Enagaged Married
 i mean yes but no :) I have no options
 Married later on
 either that or he needs justice yep
 We can wait 2-3 years for the wedding if you want
 sad life
 I would say yes Even rn
 I've asked
 Aww
 but i will have to do it gods way since they think it's fun to ridicule me i will have to use the hammer of god and teach them a lesson so be it I love picturing his face i do it hours a day morning mid day before bed
 What is she doing now
 all the contortions
 Me too
 the pain i had in his eyes It's all I do.
 Ily Gb
 stop contacting me
 K I guess imma go back to bed bye
 i'll be here till i'm ready
 Where
 if she wants to contact me facebook is where
 I don’t even have my person as friend in fb
 the moment I'm allowed to block you again I will
 Why
 i don't know you nothing personal
 Okay I’ll make i.t easy for you I’ll just delete this account
 i'm not playing games if the illumanati asks me to be the next face, like the next hitler, i say YES PLEASE. till then i'm not lifting a finger knock at my cabin see if I save the world fuck no
 You’re in the mountains again Ttyl Don’t lose service
 not if the ban hits first i don't know you so don't take it hard I'm just a random person who doesn't wish to confuse you waiting for the block to show back up  K  
unless you're james I wish you the best 
I think I am But ok
 Then I wish you the worst 
Oh K 
hopefully god gets even for me and captures it on video be a great video to jerk off watching like I do his dad 
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me: nope and i'm not looking them up 
Them : I wanna know what you’re experiencing cause I know what each fam member is like I’ll show uo After your revenge but if it’s heritage I’ve got my own piece to add 
Me: this is nonsense to me 
What? This is c
 I don't know a c
 Talking about neighborhoods
 I don't want to play any games 
I know same here I just wanna know what you’re experiencing Which household Casa del lago is neighborhood with cousins Heritage palms is one with uncle Evil uncle I lnow Pls Can you not ignore this 
it means nothing to me sorry none of this stuff If I had the attention span to remember shit would mean anything
 Mhmmm I know you got it The attention spa And a beautiful brain But okay 
none of that stuff rung any bells

Well what are you planning on getting revenge for
 nothing but I'm sure I don't know you
 Whatever you think about my dad is your own projections
 I don't. Know you. Or him. 
Those aren’t lies but ok 
I am not lying. 
Hey I love you dyl but pls the anger you hold in your heart scares me and if you can please just come to my house tomorrow everything will be okay How is work going? If there’s any mistreatment lmk I will deliver tou justice 
winnie?  Not revenge There’s a difference but also a technique to handle it with love Not hate I know this is a lot and new for toy But if you trust your C then pleaseeeeeeeeeeeee LET HER HELP all I gotta say 
i'm not really in a thinking mood 
New for you Wanna call me? Just talk Not about us or relationship or getting married Just talk like the good ole days No Ft either 
I don't know you 
Just voice Dylan 
Sorry Dylan I don't know you 
Vlad Or whatever other alter ego 
no 
Dyl 
i'm not her or him 
Ily 
j or r 
But okay 
uranus or asshole not me 
You wish But okay Fine I’m tired of trying 
i am too 
I wish you could truly feel how much love I have for you There’s so much 
I would accept it into my life if you were her. 
Just sitting locked up and waiting to pour out 
And until then I will not believe it for a second. 
Okay dill pickle 
still nothing 
Scorpion Vs devil 
james is the devil I'm not a scorpion 
I’m a scorpion and i.r the devil Brother from another mother Vishnu 
You have a lot to say you must have a shitty life like me 
I sure do but it’s all scraps unless I’m talking to my person 
sucks
 He’s the one who gets me like no one ever has I was hoping it’s you so you can have a friendly voice to just talk about life stresses From the same person who’s the root of ur problems
 sorry
 But I guess you’re not it sorry for bothering you
 i am not
 I hope you learn to transmute any hate in your heart towards love though it’s magical
 I don't want to I think that's candy ass demons exist
 I understand but transformative I was suicidal
 demons exist
 Deprrssed Learned to pull myself out slone
 they don't care if you love them
 Alone Taught me the secret to always being happy Until drugs took over And alcohol
 speaking of drugs
 Yeah what’s up 
i got this vape pen from the corner store here
 Oooh Shit What kind
 hope they put some fentanyl in it 
Noooo What corner store 
one in a state that I live in
 Fl
 nope
 Ga Sc Delta 8 or nic
 yep 
I’ve been tempted to smoke but I don’t wanna f up my teins journey so I decided to not
 i need a movie
 But if you are then I am Me too
 tiens journey?
 Twins
 I don't have a twin.
 Flame
 nope
 But that’s d for me You’re not him
 so you have to sit and be sober 
Nah 
ah 
them: Imma get high and pop addy 
it was always a lie
 Nah
 i can't do uppers
 I’m smiling so I know it’s you
 or downers
 Just know I love tou You
 me: just sideways
 I thought of our quick morning in nyc from that message 2 pumps in your coffee 
i have penis
 I know Big D
 shrinking with age
 Nah you’re still young
 ps don't measure after 30 just keep your stat line make them measure like the NBA
 Lmao how old are tou You
 i didn't say don't measure after 40 
Hehehehe D I love youuuu Are yoy smiling I’m smiling 
I'm not them or smiling 
So why’d you get werd Delta 8
 the arab who works there in the afternoon makes me feel racist because he talks so quiet i was convinced i couldn't understand his accent for a few weeks then I realized he was just whispering good guy 
Arab? 
surely not persian 
Danny????

I still use the word arabic and even shorten it sometimes
 Omg he’s from the carribean I love him Oh shit what are you gonna do if I show up to work Also why do you hate my dad I wanna know 
I'm not them
 Other than infidelity which is a possibility I’ve always know. Of He would love you as much as me if you just come to the house or he sees us together A part of my soul resides in yours When we’re together we complete each other and my parents (both of em) would be here for you My dad told me f what everyone else in the family thinks he knows how much I love you My uncle tho greedy man That’s why I wanted to make sure you weren’t at herirage Cause he would drain you and he’s sneaky 
I wish I was a part of this mess but I'm not
 My dad doesn’t like him or some other crappy family members so he distanced himself Just know you belong here and in this family You and I are the really members of our family Soon to be family atleast So I always have your back I just wish you could see the light at the end of this tunnel of a shitshow You have to experience Cause of me I’m sorry I’m really really sorry 
This is a load of farts 
You’re a load of farts With a heart of gold That’s why I love tou Just please what’s ur work schedule tmw I’ll come to the store for you 
lol 
Lemme show up if you can’t come here 
I'm not them 
I’ll be the ram Okie 
That word is kinda hot ram 
You’re the sita   ram huh huh sounds like you two are gonna do it 
Lmao everyone is keeping this charade up in the house but what’s ur work schedule    Nah they are Indian gods and my person already saved me from my addy    Now I gotta help him not fall into a hole of despair Like I was 
why would you fuck him up like that? 
That he helped with 
he has nothing and you're gonna take his despair too wicked 
Yes and fill it with soooo much loce 
then he'd just be a zombie 
Love 
probably off himself 
Now revived New man We will get you a new last name too dw
 cute Bill Hercules 
Just let me help you because it’s literally what I was born into this world for 
I sell Lawnmowers 
To help you remember your power I’m a balanced way 
You would think you sell to houses with long grass 
In 
but no you sell to the house with cut grass they are the ones who like mowing    My uncle? Yo my dad wants the business out    My uncle has been so difficult with him And greedy   i don't believe you are hypnotizable 
Keeps starting the discussion when I’m there but my dad keeps trynna stop because he wants to protect me from all the family drama Nope 
321 sleep 
No I miss you  picture a rhino on his hind legs sleep! 
Noooo 
that one works on anyone 
Not until I have solid plans to see you tomorrow I can’t wait anymore 
i wish i was them I'm not but I can entertain you with my tricks 
Yea pls do just don’t put me to bed yet    Other tricks in the 5D 
i'm gonna let that one roost 
:(
 I am sad too
 Why you sad Tell me
 i just go faster to make up for it sometimes  Drop your worries Gent Vent 
My best friend is passed away
 Aww I’m sorry :( was it sudden??
there's a certain level of uneasyness in the meantime. uneasiness 
Meantime? 
i only use the best words 
I know babe 
lol 
She’s still here Just upgraded 
i've never been anyones babe 
Waiting for my upgraded big d Soon Just a hug Is all he need
 i bet my amazon order gets here first lol Or marvel goes bankrupt 
If a hug could change your whole life Why would you not try I can suck all the hurt pain betrayed anger out 
I'm building a nice little life of anger I don't know if I can cash that in 
Noooo Don’t worry bout money Chill 
what country are you from? 
We still have my apt in nyc Worst case we go there and figure shit out first No commitment or rings needed Don’t stress about any of that 
i just realized you said you'd suck out my pain 
No money from you needed Omg 
What country are you from stranger? 
You’re def D if you didn’t take that as an immediate sexual inu endo Like me India I’m a fob 
You have not an english speakers taint to your language... so close but then a tense will kill it 
Just don’t worry bout anyone else and focus on me And us 
Are you Bagger Vance? 
That’s all that matters 
That's my only real india connection 
Idk what that means 
it means are you buddha are you the god of gods 
Nahh that’s you :)) 
will you teach me to golf? 
You are my god 
I lost my swing 
Lmfaooo I’ll try but the balls will end up in the water Always Everytime Idk how that happened 
might need a new toilet 
Yeah or new balls 
a ball stitch brave i volunteer to help 
Hehehehe okay I think I dig your energy anyways 
I have a comedy skit 
Vlad was too much 
the drummell doctor 
Okay let’s hear it 
it's a town where the only doctor uses a drummel for everything no matter what It's hilarious
 … ……. 🦗 
I promise?
 🦗🦗🦗🦗 
I think you are trying to make money out of it I'm trying to laugh 
You should take the comedy part out 
If you just want funny, and not something to sell, that's funny I've laughed about it many times 
Who’s got this money in ur mind On
 Your derision obviously commercials tastes i'm educating you childrean still love me? 
Yesss still love tou You Always 
not me sorry  Dylan 
i was being obnoxious not dylan 
It’s okay dylan you can accept all parts no need to hide with me You’ve seen my worst parts 
jesus dylan sounds like a mess tell him to buy a comb and stop thinking it'll straighten what's left of his life out 
You intrude into every moment I can’t even use th bathroom in peace without wondering if ur tuning in So we can’t escape this 
i don't believe in psychics i do, but I choose not to 
I wanna work with this blessing 
lifes a choice 
It’s a miracle 
I choose no 
This is rare You don’t want to tap into the potential? 
you love dylan 
I swear this is so rare and we are insanelyttt protected 
dylan and his stupid hair need you maybe probably not 
Dylan why you worried about your hair 
but you can think that 
I know you think your balding But you think I care?? 
i see why he is upset and hiding 
Aww no babe 
you need to make love to his bald head spit shine 
Nahh these are from reddits But I still love it All of him 
ripley just told that guy to fuck off 
Who’s ripely? 
some movie girl sad life really 
Dyl I love you I wanna make babies with you And start a damily Family And we will have such a happy lil home Big family tho 
you and him 
Yes me and Dylan If ur him then you know 
what's the name dylan mean? i'm not 
Son of the sea Right? 
I'm asking 
You’re testing 
In no way did I expect an answer 
Mmmhmmm 
you're tripping like hard 
You’re tripping with that vape I’m about to get ine 
no you're like on genetically modified GMO 
And maybe take some other drugs too 
i can feel the beat juice pumping in your veins You are high as a rockafeller 
Nah I wish 
Are you in a poker game? too? 
I will get tomorrow 
I feel like you're gambling 
Nah 
you're in a small game 20 dollar 9 guy talbe  You know I’m not a gambler 
I think you are I feel it 
Remember the cruise I watched you But didn’t know shit 
lol i would love to go on a cruise if nobody else was on it 
But the sweet man I fell in love with tipped his winnings to the guy cleaning the rooms 
but the crew and some serfs 
Oooh I’ll join you We can be on opposite ends of the shop if you’d like 
rose 
Ship Jack I’m jack You’re rose 
You're having a pastry with filling I see it 
Nahh You horny? 
Ripley... They are finding the pilot
 Oooh
 Prometheus is better
 Idk what that means but I’m intrigued
 even with it's flaws go back to finding dylan i guess good luck
 Ooooh I wanna watch prometheus I had to look up what both movies were about aorry Sorry Awww you are my anxious Dylan ugh I just love you sm and miss you I wanna give you kisses everywbere All over your head too 
So kind so kind 
Can you come over and get high with me And lay here 
awe sweet baby 
Watch a movie 
i'm not them 
Okay I give up Guess it’s time to delete this reddit :( 
I wish I could help I know not to try we all might be doomed. But then you get to watch movies. 
Nooo I wanna tell Dylan so much I understand how everything ties together He gets the visions and messages 
I saw that movie already M night 
I get the connecting dots I.T only 
He really kicked the shit out of this one and not in a good way 
If Nah he’s always okay 
I don't want to be mean but this one was a bigger disappointment than the Village. Like, I might like the village now 
I have always seen the bigger picture and his traumas from wayyy before (I assumed SA and other stuff he thinks is news) from the first time I met him Even researched it for him 
I think he was digging a new baasement so people would like the village. basement 
Months ago 2022 But these are just confirmations I’ve always had so much love for him 
Go get him he's a guy guys are easy 
I just want him to feel okay to open up About anythjng Nothing will ever change how I feel about him 
I'm not here to help :) I have no input that could possibly help anyone do anything and I got the reciepts 
Nooo please What receipts Please tell me If you keep me in the dark 
no success ever it's hilarious again 
I can’t help you with changing the village that I grew up in What happened?! Be honest 
Honesty is a verb 
This is just some random redditor 
not a noun 
Let it out  put that on a shirt and sell it at church lol
 I wanna work on starting an app with dylan I wish he knew about the idea 
type it up 
Nah people would steal it It’s gold
 i believe in you go get the world 
No I need him for it 
it's balls are in your hands 
But I’ll tell him in person
 go get him to grab the worlds balls by the app grabbing the worlds balls by the app 
Yessss Exactly
 go get him 
But no one could imagine I hate reddit Idk tech 
'go get him' 
I’m omd Old 
'look hip' 
I need his diverse and quick mind For everything else 
quick is not a substitute for being correct 
He’s correct 
but the idiots don't know the difference 
He is Yeah true 
laughing doesn't make something true children 
Who laughed Children?? My cousins?   just dispensing my wisdom 
What happened What’d they say 
i'm tired of this now the alien is about to hatch 
Listen my family moved out of that neighborhood 
i can't talk to you like a child 
Because we couldn’t deal with the drama I know the drama and lived in it 
i've never been that poor to have neighborhood drama close but not quite yet 
I was always the golden child idk why but always saw through the bs 
I have no clue who you are 
Whole village has yet to see how much I love my dyl 
or your flower child brightness 
Then they will stfu 
see the fields of grass and be the flower in the field is dylan the father? 
He will be to any baby I birth Or mother if it’s adoption 
So when you must watch prometheus ? 
Rn? Come over? 6am? 
you live in the ocean? 
Idk whenever you do 
i am not them 
Almost got pulled in today But nah 
the sucktion pretty thick pull it in 
Mmmhhhmmm 
like a vaccumm  Mmmmmhmmmmmmmm 
but I don't believe in space vaccuum theory theery It's stupid bullshit if you ask me a vacuum? 
Idk what it is 
it's stupid bullshit 
I don’t really read up on theories like that 
the idea of a vacuum it's the only fucking theory of space that really exists 
Just know what I know and dig into history as time goes on 
space as in the movies with nothing in it 
Oh yeah heck no 
there's got to be something dumbassses right? nothing...
There’s more to it 
like nothing. well the sun is over there 
So much more 
so i doubt it i got my money on light rayons 
I can’t believe I forgot these vision I had in my childhood Came back to me recently Stuff and too much to explain now But there is def sm more 
entropy... then the star world  A lot of my memory is wiped of SA experiences and around the same time my grandpa died (amazing soul and my first spiritual family connection) — whole life was filled with abandonment issues but now I realize the dates match up and I think once he found out He sacrificed to protect me from above I’ve had crazy near death experiences and always extra guided He died in the happiest way a person could with a happy and healthy soul/body But I think for him he can’t ever do anything from k doa India And much more from above 
i don't know how heaven works 
And one of the reasons I may never unlock certain memories cause it wasn’t supposed to hapoen 
true 
But the person involved ma life went to total shit Someone you may know but have def not met in the village 
lord i am not them get your rest you should keep your head on straight 
Nah I’m gucci I slept in 
i kanye 
Late asf 
good luck sad movie 
Did me writing in the journal help yes or no Cause I will write everything I know if it did It’s okay masks down with me Please cause you know it’s me You can be vulnerable my love and I don’t tell anyone anything but the best about tou I’m your safe guarded vault when it comes to your heart We share a heart You can be vulnerable asf with me and j will with tou 
don't waste the best on me 
But it doesn’t leave OUR heart or soul Nah You are the best 
go find dylan 
I cannot love another Dylan is etched into my dna My soul He has a piece of me 
Dylna 
I will never get back until he decides to see me It’s how the universe wants it I will always be missing the ability to even feel love or give love fully 
good luck 
Until he decides to see me 
i hope you find them 
Until then I’ll keep living an empty life and probably going to addy or other drugs 
good luck 
Killing my body and soul 
I can't help you there I'm not a certified addiction specialist 
Nah I need a hug 
You might have to ride that wave 
From him 
till you maybe die idk 
To take the pain 
or get help 
He’s holding both his and mine in there 
you type fast when you're scared :) calm down kiddo 
But that pain also gives me the key to unlock my heart 
calm down kiddo 
Okie 
breathe 
I am 
we're good 
Okay 
we don't have aiens in our chests or on our ship breathe it out 
I’m relaxed Buddy 
you're not 
Yes I am Rrallt 
more so 
Really 
you spike hard really hard 
You match my energy 
it's driving me uts nuts i need to sleep soon that's why 
Okay gn 
or just be calm 
I am I lromise 
no one upsmanship 
Okay No one ups I promise Just love and patience 
now you're wide open 
From a distance 
lol I wish 
Wyd 
but we can both just let this day slip to the langoileirs one more down not a total waste i might even have a snack 
Oooh yess Whatcha gonna eat I barely ate cause just waiting for Dylan everyday I’ve done my makeup and gotten ready everyday My parents see me waiting And deal with tears and anger after But I’ll still be waiting tmw and everyday Unless he wants me to come to him in which case just lmk and I’ll be there 
rock solid love it if i was ruler I'd get rid of most people but people like you i'd rebuild society with 
Yess that’s a good mindset It’s the type we need 
and in small numbers we'd keep things nice for a while 
This ain’t your average connection 
but I'd die and my vision will be diluted a revolt will be met with mercy 
No 
and my dream will die but then after a while another me comes 
Nooo follow your dreams Dock building? Book?? Whatever it is I won’t let you not pursue it 
my dream involves a little moustache on my lip and very fancy hats  Even if it moves is out of fort myrs Once we live tigether I will put rosemary oil on your head everyday My hair too You’ll feel better 
fast question 
But idc about your hair Or wrinkles Or black toe 
mr deeds 
Yes 
winona got it 
If they are movies no Cause I have to look up what each movie is 
you do a good winona from that movie 
Never seen 
she would say that i stick to my gut Adam Sandler should have got an oscar I still don't think he cared about the money. 
Oooh and yes he’s so talented I believe it 
that's more like it 
When you follow your heart you always go in the right directoon In hindsight For some Not us tho 
lol 
We know there are amazing things in store Just gotta get over this tiny himp Hump 
maybe for you we're going to war Our politicians shat the bed 
With wholike 
need to start a rukus 
No Oeace Peace 
we'll be lucky if the waters stay peacful land is doomed i'll be in the alamo 
You’re getting the Nobel prize in writing I’ll get on in medicine or science or something And we will both win the peace ine One 
i don't want to write I want to talk on am radio 
Chill out Can we have a photo wall 
yes please thank you 
I’ve always wanted to start one Same type of frames with pics from big moments 
I don't make the rules 
I’m think ceuise Selfie by the fountain We didn’t take any pics in nyc 
that time you boned dylan 
But it’s okay 
bye forever I really wish you the best 
Mmmhmmm i get big d on the daily 
I don't think that's hard these days 
Nah Specific kind Don’t even need to be near him ;) 
whatever you think you are saying... lost in translation ms coppola big v i was catfished by people who fist each other apparantly so i've been told it's all like living in some sorts of petri dish that the mayans killed themselves to avoid anyways always thought they were dumb 
Lmaoo whattt 
now not sure 
Fist 
i have to be open that that was from them until they define it not my job keep this in mind whoever you are when you act anonymously you throw your hat in with some freaks you might want to be different from them 
I’m sorry Ooos 
lol 
Wait was it me 
i don't know you this is like from the other side of the internet 
I went looking for you 
think if the internet is a sphere 
I think it’s flat 
I am on the US side 
Like open soda 
With hamburgers 
Me too 
and people who fist their wives while getting off to other men online lol apparantly 
???? 
not my job to determine I believe it to be true maybe a number was off 
It’s okay I know what you meant 
but that's the math right now because youre being testy lol I am funny I won this 
Nah cause you’re my d 
goodnight 
I see right through tou You You leave your scent everywhere But I know you’ve got a million dif reddits And you are a creative trickster Also funny 
I already declared victory sorry 
Idk what that means but okay I hope I get to see you today :( Waiting wveryday 
:) 
More of my heart gets chipped every nught 
i guess you might ought to do something about it at the right time 
I guess I’ll sleep now and see what’s up once I wake 
yep a new day maybe you'll meet buddah 
Lmao were 6 hours in I hope so 
it could happen 
I really really hope so 
look for it you should take a nap 
You too 
one little breather nap 
Wyd today Eork Work 
i'm going to sleep fuck nap 
Come over 
go find your dylan D 
My parents have been watching me prep for you And my mom always wants me to clean 
you are of a diffferent culture 
So my room is clean for us 
i learned about it on the simpsons 
They are about us I lromise They see how happy you make me and how much you care too 
Good luck 
Okie thank youu 
Gmmmm Wyd 
thinking about the dead family of the people who messed with me their dad died after I take joy in that I imagine him in hell screaming and burning most morning s 
I just woke up I don’t like waking up to negativity 
neither do I but that's the world Maybe one day it will change but I doubt it I think it just ends in a mess i hope you learned your lesson about contacting me in the morning 
Lmaoo it’s the afternoon But I learned you late night 
you are such a black i can't talk to you
 I’m sleeping in your sweater
 when you learn how to agree to things that are correct, i can talk to you till then stay black homie 
Okie I’m brown
 i can tell because you argue where there is no argument like a black
 Yes
 it's disgusting keep it out of my life if you don't want me to be negative when you wake up don't contact me when it's your morning if you want to argue about when it's morning, go find a black person I'm pretty sure they base everything on the mcdonalds menu so probably 1030 cutoff
 Okiee
 Shut up, he's about to melt into a mush that's my favorite part
 Ooh should I get ready Again I’m still in bed
 i'm still thinking of james dad melting cause he's in hell he he already died 
Nah you about to melt Me too Maybe Our hearts Teehehehe 
and then he paws at the walls but they are hot too then he loses his ability to form words bwa bwa bwa bwa bwa bwa 
Babe 
it's sad but he raised a demon that killed my friend so I can't really help the melted black charred puddle reforms to do it again 
Yesss I have more cuts btw When you visited yesterday 
these are my religious beliefs god will punish the evil and is currently 
Every time ur in my vicinity I get a cut So I’m evil I guess 
I guess I don't know you I know of a james whos dad is in hell 
You’re slowly cutting me and I’m Bleeding out 
He says bwa bwa bwa 
Okay buddha 
buddha gets it buddha uderstands war 
Don’t forget about shiva and parvati You’re like the angry shiva 
i don't care about them they weren't shown to me 
They are the most important 
so I don 
Just saying that Will give you bad luck 
So obviously I am not supposed to be giving a shit 
Upon yourself 
No I accept what is shown to me 
Shiva is an angry god 
I accept what is shown to me 
Until he’s with parvati 
I accept what is shown 
Then they have a lil ganesha Who lakshmi adopts 
if I was supposed to care about this crap it would be in my life 
Mhmm 
So maybe some day someone will show up and i will have to care he's melting again 
Yess our maybe you already have a lil baby And we will care for him And both melt 
you people and your crack i can 
Even if he’s not my baby 
i can't help you 
Can u bring ur vape over 
I'd never raise a demon child lol 
Or should I go buy one He’s a god Ganesha is the remover of onstacles 
good for you 
Kinda like my grandpa Mhm 
not like james' dad 
I wanna get high 
don't we all it helps take away the pain of people catfishing me and killing my friend from it and the constant anger the constant need to make things right but this is morning i'm not high yet 
Aww is it only when you see Dan the man When is Danny leaving 
I am not involved in your life 
Okay bye byeee 
I am just imagining james dad melting in pain forever :) like a demon 
Mhm melting in love 
like a demon who got tricked into hell and has people who want to get even i'd say 'good luck' but i won't even say it ironically For him all I have to say to him is that I'm thinking about his dead dad more often than he is awake :) 
Mhmm 
it's good being me because I know you can't fuck me over and get away with it :) i'm glad I'm me and not the person I am mad at for getting my friend killed 
i can wait 
Ew you are the devil 
i can wait you think that's bad? lol he killed my friend you can't even imagine I've had years to think of new things every day 
im gonna tell her that her dad killed my friend right before she climaxes then call him and tell him about it 
Oooh sounds like you’ve got it all figured out Guy I saw yesterday made me climax 3 times 
i wish I could say how I really felt 
Orgasm Mhmm 
you sound like a bit of a slut i don't even know his name yet that's how I know 
Lmaoo Okay 
you could have been like, I met this guy named x and got to it in a few sentences but no straight to the vag 
Mhmm 
They killed my friend 
It was the guy I saw in my head 
i don't know that anyone would expect because I wouldn't do that But they did 
I met him a year ago 
and I know how I feel about it 
On a cruise 
I really don't care one bit 
I hope we go on another soon Okay 
the people who got my friend killed are the ones who I care about that's it 
Oooh Okie 
The other person I cared about is dead from their actions I expect it to be made right. 
Ahh Good for u 
not good, just real and real for them too but they want to make it worse instead of better so be it I oblige 
Imma have another orgasm 
I am more than accepting of the outcome 
In my mouth tho Dosa 
slut 
Mhmm I love my Indian food Prob will have some American honey tn too 
still don't care go to your stupid indian grill and have your stupid indian food with your murderer boyfriend live the life you chose it's disgusting I judge it with disgust. 
i'm blocking you again the moment the option is available 
james dad is still there melting 
Oh ew I don’t like Indian geill So I accidentally fell asleep before eating the dosa Just woke up and ate What did I miss Babe :( 
what do you think is goin to happen to the people who killed my friend? if she doesn't love me, he was my number 1 
Your friend will be revived 
what would you do if someone killed your number 1 person? 
New version
 answer my question please whether it's your wife... 
I would get justice
 whoever is your closest person what would you do?
 Justice not revenge
 justice is more than revenge in this case justice would be giving him the same circumstance he gave me that would mean taking hope and dreams and friends and love and putting them away forever and him having to start over
 Wdym
 justice would be to give him the same circumstance as he gave me He would have to lose his friends, his lover, and more all in a day
 Why
 justice is way bigger than revenge for what he did justice would require me to take everything from him and send him to live with his mom knowning the world is created to fuck with him that would be justice
 Chill out
 but his whole life around him would have to literally die
 And get yo ass here
 like mine did
 Yours doesn’t have to
 for justice to be achieved revenge is more petty smaller just him
 Me
 justice is balance
 You want me Fine kill me
 i want it to be real have been real
 Me too
 not have had years after where I'm getting toyed with with a dead friend and a mystery
 I want real
 but I dont' get to choose
 I want a hug
 I have to deal with what is presented
 Why Wdym
 I was told single she was married my friend died while I was being distracted my friend who I knew I had to keep alive
 Ahh Yes
 they got in the way of that justice would be for me to take his woman, and all his friends, and he would be alone in the world
 I’m excited to marry my person
 and if he really understands that his dad is dead because of him on top of that but he won't
 What?? Your dad passed away????
 only I have to live with knowing my friend is dead because I fell for their trap he doesn't have to he is the villain the perpetrator
 Ooh yes we don’t like him
 so I have to live in the shit consequences he built for me While she is with him.
 I was not a fan of him when we had dinner at your house
 and I will have to get my own ending
 We will be brand new
 now that we have defined the terms I will have to stop using them I will find my own 'ending'
 With me
 if you are her if not then no
 Enagaged Married
 i mean yes but no :) I have no options
 Married later on
 either that or he needs justice yep
 We can wait 2-3 years for the wedding if you want
 sad life
 I would say yes Even rn
 I've asked
 Aww
 but i will have to do it gods way since they think it's fun to ridicule me i will have to use the hammer of god and teach them a lesson so be it I love picturing his face i do it hours a day morning mid day before bed
 What is she doing now
 all the contortions
 Me too
 the pain i had in his eyes It's all I do.
 Ily Gb
 stop contacting me
 K I guess imma go back to bed bye
 i'll be here till i'm ready
 Where
 if she wants to contact me facebook is where
 I don’t even have my person as friend in fb
 the moment I'm allowed to block you again I will
 Why
 i don't know you nothing personal
 Okay I’ll make i.t easy for you I’ll just delete this account
 i'm not playing games if the illumanati asks me to be the next face, like the next hitler, i say YES PLEASE. till then i'm not lifting a finger knock at my cabin see if I save the world fuck no
 You’re in the mountains again Ttyl Don’t lose service
 not if the ban hits first i don't know you so don't take it hard I'm just a random person who doesn't wish to confuse you waiting for the block to show back up  K  
unless you're james I wish you the best 
I think I am But ok
 Then I wish you the worst 
Oh K 
hopefully god gets even for me and captures it on video be a great video to jerk off watching like I do his dad 
2023.03.27 00:21 NathanIsIf James?
Them Are you at heritage palms or casa del lago  me: nope and i'm not looking them up  Them : I wanna know what you’re experiencing cause I know what each fam member is like I’ll show uo After your revenge but if it’s heritage I’ve got my own piece to add  Me: this is nonsense to me  What? This is c  I don't know a c  Talking about neighborhoods  I don't want to play any games  I know same here I just wanna know what you’re experiencing Which household Casa del lago is neighborhood with cousins Heritage palms is one with uncle Evil uncle I lnow Pls Can you not ignore this  it means nothing to me sorry none of this stuff If I had the attention span to remember shit would mean anything  Mhmmm I know you got it The attention spa And a beautiful brain But okay  none of that stuff rung any bells  Well what are you planning on getting revenge for  nothing but I'm sure I don't know you  Whatever you think about my dad is your own projections  I don't. Know you. Or him.  Those aren’t lies but ok  I am not lying.  Hey I love you dyl but pls the anger you hold in your heart scares me and if you can please just come to my house tomorrow everything will be okay How is work going? If there’s any mistreatment lmk I will deliver tou justice  winnie?  Not revenge There’s a difference but also a technique to handle it with love Not hate I know this is a lot and new for toy But if you trust your C then pleaseeeeeeeeeeeee LET HER HELP all I gotta say  i'm not really in a thinking mood  New for you Wanna call me? Just talk Not about us or relationship or getting married Just talk like the good ole days No Ft either  I don't know you  Just voice Dylan  Sorry Dylan I don't know you  Vlad Or whatever other alter ego  no  Dyl  i'm not her or him  Ily  j or r  But okay  uranus or asshole not me  You wish But okay Fine I’m tired of trying  i am too  I wish you could truly feel how much love I have for you There’s so much  I would accept it into my life if you were her.  Just sitting locked up and waiting to pour out  And until then I will not believe it for a second.  Okay dill pickle  still nothing  Scorpion Vs devil  james is the devil I'm not a scorpion  I’m a scorpion and i.r the devil Brother from another mother Vishnu  You have a lot to say you must have a shitty life like me  I sure do but it’s all scraps unless I’m talking to my person  sucks  He’s the one who gets me like no one ever has I was hoping it’s you so you can have a friendly voice to just talk about life stresses From the same person who’s the root of ur problems  sorry  But I guess you’re not it sorry for bothering you  i am not  I hope you learn to transmute any hate in your heart towards love though it’s magical  I don't want to I think that's candy ass demons exist  I understand but transformative I was suicidal  demons exist  Deprrssed Learned to pull myself out slone  they don't care if you love them  Alone Taught me the secret to always being happy Until drugs took over And alcohol  speaking of drugs  Yeah what’s up  i got this vape pen from the corner store here  Oooh Shit What kind  hope they put some fentanyl in it  Noooo What corner store  one in a state that I live in  Fl  nope  Ga Sc Delta 8 or nic  yep  I’ve been tempted to smoke but I don’t wanna f up my teins journey so I decided to not  i need a movie  But if you are then I am Me too  tiens journey?  Twins  I don't have a twin.  Flame  nope  But that’s d for me You’re not him  so you have to sit and be sober  Nah  ah  Imma get high and pop addy  it was always a lie  Nah  i can't do uppers  I’m smiling so I know it’s you  or downers  Just know I love tou You  just sideways  I thought of our quick morning in nyc from that message 2 pumps in your coffee  i have penis  I know Big D  shrinking with age  Nah you’re still young  ps don't measure after 30 just keep your stat line make them measure like the NBA  Lmao how old are tou You  i didn't say don't measure after 40  Hehehehe D I love youuuu Are yoy smiling I’m smiling  I'm not them or smiling  So why’d you get werd Delta 8  the arab who works there in the afternoon makes me feel racist because he talks so quiet i was convinced i couldn't understand his accent for a few weeks then I realized he was just whispering good guy  Arab?  surely not persian  Danny????  I still use the word arabic and even shorten it sometimes  Omg he’s from the carribean I love him Oh shit what are you gonna do if I show up to work Also why do you hate my dad I wanna know  I'm not them  Other than infidelity which is a possibility I’ve always know. Of He would love you as much as me if you just come to the house or he sees us together A part of my soul resides in yours When we’re together we complete each other and my parents (both of em) would be here for you My dad told me f what everyone else in the family thinks he knows how much I love you My uncle tho greedy man That’s why I wanted to make sure you weren’t at herirage Cause he would drain you and he’s sneaky  I wish I was a part of this mess but I'm not  My dad doesn’t like him or some other crappy family members so he distanced himself Just know you belong here and in this family You and I are the really members of our family Soon to be family atleast So I always have your back I just wish you could see the light at the end of this tunnel of a shitshow You have to experience Cause of me I’m sorry I’m really really sorry  This is a load of farts  You’re a load of farts With a heart of gold That’s why I love tou Just please what’s ur work schedule tmw I’ll come to the store for you  lol  Lemme show up if you can’t come here  I'm not them  I’ll be the ram Okie  That word is kinda hot ram  You’re the sita   ram huh huh sounds like you two are gonna do it  Lmao everyone is keeping this charade up in the house but what’s ur work schedule    Nah they are Indian gods and my person already saved me from my addy    Now I gotta help him not fall into a hole of despair Like I was  why would you fuck him up like that?  That he helped with  he has nothing and you're gonna take his despair too wicked  Yes and fill it with soooo much loce  then he'd just be a zombie  Love  probably off himself  Now revived New man We will get you a new last name too dw  cute Bill Hercules  Just let me help you because it’s literally what I was born into this world for  I sell Lawnmowers  To help you remember your power I’m a balanced way  You would think you sell to houses with long grass  In  but no you sell to the house with cut grass they are the ones who like mowing    My uncle? Yo my dad wants the business out    My uncle has been so difficult with him And greedy   i don't believe you are hypnotizable  Keeps starting the discussion when I’m there but my dad keeps trynna stop because he wants to protect me from all the family drama Nope  321 sleep  No I miss you  picture a rhino on his hind legs sleep!  Noooo  that one works on anyone  Not until I have solid plans to see you tomorrow I can’t wait anymore  i wish i was them I'm not but I can entertain you with my tricks  Yea pls do just don’t put me to bed yet    Other tricks in the 5D  i'm gonna let that one roost  :(  I am sad too  Why you sad Tell me  i just go faster to make up for it sometimes  Drop your worries Gent Vent  My best friend is passed away  Aww I’m sorry :( was it sudden??  there's a certain level of uneasyness in the meantime. uneasiness  Meantime?  i only use the best words  I know babe  lol  She’s still here Just upgraded  i've never been anyones babe  Waiting for my upgraded big d Soon Just a hug Is all he need  i bet my amazon order gets here first lol Or marvel goes bankrupt  If a hug could change your whole life Why would you not try I can suck all the hurt pain betrayed anger out  I'm building a nice little life of anger I don't know if I can cash that in  Noooo Don’t worry bout money Chill  what country are you from?  We still have my apt in nyc Worst case we go there and figure shit out first No commitment or rings needed Don’t stress about any of that  i just realized you said you'd suck out my pain  No money from you needed Omg  What country are you from stranger?  You’re def D if you didn’t take that as an immediate sexual inu endo Like me India I’m a fob  You have not an english speakers taint to your language... so close but then a tense will kill it  Just don’t worry bout anyone else and focus on me And us  Are you Bagger Vance?  That’s all that matters  That's my only real india connection  Idk what that means  it means are you buddha are you the god of gods  Nahh that’s you :))  will you teach me to golf?  You are my god  I lost my swing  Lmfaooo I’ll try but the balls will end up in the water Always Everytime Idk how that happened  might need a new toilet  Yeah or new balls  a ball stitch brave i volunteer to help  Hehehehe okay I think I dig your energy anyways  I have a comedy skit  Vlad was too much  the drummell doctor  Okay let’s hear it  it's a town where the only doctor uses a drummel for everything no matter what It's hilarious  … ……. 🦗  I promise?  🦗🦗🦗🦗  I think you are trying to make money out of it I'm trying to laugh  You should take the comedy part out  If you just want funny, and not something to sell, that's funny I've laughed about it many times  Who’s got this money in ur mind On  Your derision obviously commercials tastes i'm educating you childrean still love me?  Yesss still love tou You Always  not me sorry  Dylan  i was being obnoxious not dylan  It’s okay dylan you can accept all parts no need to hide with me You’ve seen my worst parts  jesus dylan sounds like a mess tell him to buy a comb and stop thinking it'll straighten what's left of his life out  You intrude into every moment I can’t even use th bathroom in peace without wondering if ur tuning in So we can’t escape this  i don't believe in psychics i do, but I choose not to  I wanna work with this blessing  lifes a choice  It’s a miracle  I choose no  This is rare You don’t want to tap into the potential?  you love dylan  I swear this is so rare and we are insanelyttt protected  dylan and his stupid hair need you maybe probably not  Dylan why you worried about your hair  but you can think that  I know you think your balding But you think I care??  i see why he is upset and hiding  Aww no babe  you need to make love to his bald head spit shine  Nahh these are from reddits But I still love it All of him  ripley just told that guy to fuck off  Who’s ripely?  some movie girl sad life really  Dyl I love you I wanna make babies with you And start a damily Family And we will have such a happy lil home Big family tho  you and him  Yes me and Dylan If ur him then you know  what's the name dylan mean? i'm not  Son of the sea Right?  I'm asking  You’re testing  In no way did I expect an answer  Mmmhmmm  you're tripping like hard  You’re tripping with that vape I’m about to get ine  no you're like on genetically modified GMO  And maybe take some other drugs too  i can feel the beat juice pumping in your veins You are high as a rockafeller  Nah I wish  Are you in a poker game? too?  I will get tomorrow  I feel like you're gambling  Nah  you're in a small game 20 dollar 9 guy talbe  You know I’m not a gambler  I think you are I feel it  Remember the cruise I watched you But didn’t know shit  lol i would love to go on a cruise if nobody else was on it  But the sweet man I fell in love with tipped his winnings to the guy cleaning the rooms  but the crew and some serfs  Oooh I’ll join you We can be on opposite ends of the shop if you’d like  rose  Ship Jack I’m jack You’re rose  You're having a pastry with filling I see it  Nahh You horny?  Ripley... They are finding the pilot  Oooh  Prometheus is better  Idk what that means but I’m intrigued  even with it's flaws go back to finding dylan i guess good luck  Ooooh I wanna watch prometheus I had to look up what both movies were about aorry Sorry Awww you are my anxious Dylan ugh I just love you sm and miss you I wanna give you kisses everywbere All over your head too  So kind so kind  Can you come over and get high with me And lay here  awe sweet baby  Watch a movie  i'm not them  Okay I give up Guess it’s time to delete this reddit :(  I wish I could help I know not to try we all might be doomed. But then you get to watch movies.  Nooo I wanna tell Dylan so much I understand how everything ties together He gets the visions and messages  I saw that movie already M night  I get the connecting dots I.T only  He really kicked the shit out of this one and not in a good way  If Nah he’s always okay  I don't want to be mean but this one was a bigger disappointment than the Village. Like, I might like the village now  I have always seen the bigger picture and his traumas from wayyy before (I assumed SA and other stuff he thinks is news) from the first time I met him Even researched it for him  I think he was digging a new baasement so people would like the village. basement  Months ago 2022 But these are just confirmations I’ve always had so much love for him  Go get him he's a guy guys are easy  I just want him to feel okay to open up About anythjng Nothing will ever change how I feel about him  I'm not here to help :) I have no input that could possibly help anyone do anything and I got the reciepts  Nooo please What receipts Please tell me If you keep me in the dark  no success ever it's hilarious again  I can’t help you with changing the village that I grew up in What happened?! Be honest  Honesty is a verb  This is just some random redditor  not a noun  Let it out  put that on a shirt and sell it at church lol  I wanna work on starting an app with dylan I wish he knew about the idea  type it up  Nah people would steal it It’s gold  i believe in you go get the world  No I need him for it  it's balls are in your hands  But I’ll tell him in person  go get him to grab the worlds balls by the app grabbing the worlds balls by the app  Yessss Exactly  go get him  But no one could imagine I hate reddit Idk tech  'go get him'  I’m omd Old  'look hip'  I need his diverse and quick mind For everything else  quick is not a substitute for being correct  He’s correct  but the idiots don't know the difference  He is Yeah true  laughing doesn't make something true children  Who laughed Children?? My cousins?   just dispensing my wisdom  What happened What’d they say  i'm tired of this now the alien is about to hatch  Listen my family moved out of that neighborhood  i can't talk to you like a child  Because we couldn’t deal with the drama I know the drama and lived in it  i've never been that poor to have neighborhood drama close but not quite yet  I was always the golden child idk why but always saw through the bs  I have no clue who you are  Whole village has yet to see how much I love my dyl  or your flower child brightness  Then they will stfu  see the fields of grass and be the flower in the field is dylan the father?  He will be to any baby I birth Or mother if it’s adoption  So when you must watch prometheus ?  Rn? Come over? 6am?  you live in the ocean?  Idk whenever you do  i am not them  Almost got pulled in today But nah  the sucktion pretty thick pull it in  Mmmhhhmmm  like a vaccumm  Mmmmmhmmmmmmmm  but I don't believe in space vaccuum theory theery It's stupid bullshit if you ask me a vacuum?  Idk what it is  it's stupid bullshit  I don’t really read up on theories like that  the idea of a vacuum it's the only fucking theory of space that really exists  Just know what I know and dig into history as time goes on  space as in the movies with nothing in it  Oh yeah heck no  there's got to be something dumbassses right? nothing...  There’s more to it  like nothing. well the sun is over there  So much more  so i doubt it i got my money on light rayons  I can’t believe I forgot these vision I had in my childhood Came back to me recently Stuff and too much to explain now But there is def sm more  entropy... then the star world  A lot of my memory is wiped of SA experiences and around the same time my grandpa died (amazing soul and my first spiritual family connection) — whole life was filled with abandonment issues but now I realize the dates match up and I think once he found out He sacrificed to protect me from above I’ve had crazy near death experiences and always extra guided He died in the happiest way a person could with a happy and healthy soul/body But I think for him he can’t ever do anything from k doa India And much more from above  i don't know how heaven works  And one of the reasons I may never unlock certain memories cause it wasn’t supposed to hapoen  true  But the person involved ma life went to total shit Someone you may know but have def not met in the village  lord i am not them get your rest you should keep your head on straight  Nah I’m gucci I slept in  i kanye  Late asf  good luck sad movie  Did me writing in the journal help yes or no Cause I will write everything I know if it did It’s okay masks down with me Please cause you know it’s me You can be vulnerable my love and I don’t tell anyone anything but the best about tou I’m your safe guarded vault when it comes to your heart We share a heart You can be vulnerable asf with me and j will with tou  don't waste the best on me  But it doesn’t leave OUR heart or soul Nah You are the best  go find dylan  I cannot love another Dylan is etched into my dna My soul He has a piece of me  Dylna  I will never get back until he decides to see me It’s how the universe wants it I will always be missing the ability to even feel love or give love fully  good luck  Until he decides to see me  i hope you find them  Until then I’ll keep living an empty life and probably going to addy or other drugs  good luck  Killing my body and soul  I can't help you there I'm not a certified addiction specialist  Nah I need a hug  You might have to ride that wave  From him  till you maybe die idk  To take the pain  or get help  He’s holding both his and mine in there  you type fast when you're scared :) calm down kiddo  But that pain also gives me the key to unlock my heart  calm down kiddo  Okie  breathe  I am  we're good  Okay  we don't have aiens in our chests or on our ship breathe it out  I’m relaxed Buddy  you're not  Yes I am Rrallt  more so  Really  you spike hard really hard  You match my energy  it's driving me uts nuts i need to sleep soon that's why  Okay gn  or just be calm  I am I lromise  no one upsmanship  Okay No one ups I promise Just love and patience  now you're wide open  From a distance  lol I wish  Wyd  but we can both just let this day slip to the langoileirs one more down not a total waste i might even have a snack  Oooh yess Whatcha gonna eat I barely ate cause just waiting for Dylan everyday I’ve done my makeup and gotten ready everyday My parents see me waiting And deal with tears and anger after But I’ll still be waiting tmw and everyday Unless he wants me to come to him in which case just lmk and I’ll be there  rock solid love it if i was ruler I'd get rid of most people but people like you i'd rebuild society with  Yess that’s a good mindset It’s the type we need  and in small numbers we'd keep things nice for a while  This ain’t your average connection  but I'd die and my vision will be diluted a revolt will be met with mercy  No  and my dream will die but then after a while another me comes  Nooo follow your dreams Dock building? Book?? Whatever it is I won’t let you not pursue it  my dream involves a little moustache on my lip and very fancy hats  Even if it moves is out of fort myrs Once we live tigether I will put rosemary oil on your head everyday My hair too You’ll feel better  fast question  But idc about your hair Or wrinkles Or black toe  mr deeds  Yes  winona got it  If they are movies no Cause I have to look up what each movie is  you do a good winona from that movie  Never seen  she would say that i stick to my gut Adam Sandler should have got an oscar I still don't think he cared about the money.  Oooh and yes he’s so talented I believe it  that's more like it  When you follow your heart you always go in the right directoon In hindsight For some Not us tho  lol  We know there are amazing things in store Just gotta get over this tiny himp Hump  maybe for you we're going to war Our politicians shat the bed  With wholike  need to start a rukus  No Oeace Peace  we'll be lucky if the waters stay peacful land is doomed i'll be in the alamo  You’re getting the Nobel prize in writing I’ll get on in medicine or science or something And we will both win the peace ine One  i don't want to write I want to talk on am radio  Chill out Can we have a photo wall  yes please thank you  I’ve always wanted to start one Same type of frames with pics from big moments  I don't make the rules  I’m think ceuise Selfie by the fountain We didn’t take any pics in nyc  that time you boned dylan  But it’s okay  bye forever I really wish you the best  Mmmhmmm i get big d on the daily  I don't think that's hard these days  Nah Specific kind Don’t even need to be near him ;)  whatever you think you are saying... lost in translation ms coppola big v i was catfished by people who fist each other apparantly so i've been told it's all like living in some sorts of petri dish that the mayans killed themselves to avoid anyways always thought they were dumb  Lmaoo whattt  now not sure  Fist  i have to be open that that was from them until they define it not my job keep this in mind whoever you are when you act anonymously you throw your hat in with some freaks you might want to be different from them  I’m sorry Ooos  lol  Wait was it me  i don't know you this is like from the other side of the internet  I went looking for you  think if the internet is a sphere  I think it’s flat  I am on the US side  Like open soda  With hamburgers  Me too  and people who fist their wives while getting off to other men online lol apparantly  ????  not my job to determine I believe it to be true maybe a number was off  It’s okay I know what you meant  but that's the math right now because youre being testy lol I am funny I won this  Nah cause you’re my d  goodnight  I see right through tou You You leave your scent everywhere But I know you’ve got a million dif reddits And you are a creative trickster Also funny  I already declared victory sorry  Idk what that means but okay I hope I get to see you today :( Waiting wveryday  :)  More of my heart gets chipped every nught  i guess you might ought to do something about it at the right time  I guess I’ll sleep now and see what’s up once I wake  yep a new day maybe you'll meet buddah  Lmao were 6 hours in I hope so  it could happen  I really really hope so  look for it you should take a nap  You too  one little breather nap  Wyd today Eork Work  i'm going to sleep fuck nap  Come over  go find your dylan D  My parents have been watching me prep for you And my mom always wants me to clean  you are of a diffferent culture  So my room is clean for us  i learned about it on the simpsons  They are about us I lromise They see how happy you make me and how much you care too  Good luck  Okie thank youu  Gmmmm Wyd  thinking about the dead family of the people who messed with me their dad died after I take joy in that I imagine him in hell screaming and burning most morning s  I just woke up I don’t like waking up to negativity  neither do I but that's the world Maybe one day it will change but I doubt it I think it just ends in a mess i hope you learned your lesson about contacting me in the morning  Lmaoo it’s the afternoon But I learned you late night  you are such a black i can't talk to you  I’m sleeping in your sweater  when you learn how to agree to things that are correct, i can talk to you till then stay black homie  Okie I’m brown  i can tell because you argue where there is no argument like a black  Yes  it's disgusting keep it out of my life if you don't want me to be negative when you wake up don't contact me when it's your morning if you want to argue about when it's morning, go find a black person I'm pretty sure they base everything on the mcdonalds menu so probably 1030 cutoff  Okiee  Shut up, he's about to melt into a mush that's my favorite part  Ooh should I get ready Again I’m still in bed  i'm still thinking of james dad melting cause he's in hell he he already died  Nah you about to melt Me too Maybe Our hearts Teehehehe  and then he paws at the walls but they are hot too then he loses his ability to form words bwa bwa bwa bwa bwa bwa  Babe  it's sad but he raised a demon that killed my friend so I can't really help the melted black charred puddle reforms to do it again  Yesss I have more cuts btw When you visited yesterday  these are my religious beliefs god will punish the evil and is currently  Every time ur in my vicinity I get a cut So I’m evil I guess  I guess I don't know you I know of a james whos dad is in hell  You’re slowly cutting me and I’m Bleeding out  He says bwa bwa bwa  Okay buddha  buddha gets it buddha uderstands war  Don’t forget about shiva and parvati You’re like the angry shiva  i don't care about them they weren't shown to me  They are the most important  so I don  Just saying that Will give you bad luck  So obviously I am not supposed to be giving a shit  Upon yourself  No I accept what is shown to me  Shiva is an angry god  I accept what is shown to me  Until he’s with parvati  I accept what is shown  Then they have a lil ganesha Who lakshmi adopts  if I was supposed to care about this crap it would be in my life  Mhmm  So maybe some day someone will show up and i will have to care he's melting again  Yess our maybe you already have a lil baby And we will care for him And both melt  you people and your crack i can  Even if he’s not my baby  i can't help you  Can u bring ur vape over  I'd never raise a demon child lol  Or should I go buy one He’s a god Ganesha is the remover of onstacles  good for you  Kinda like my grandpa Mhm  not like james' dad  I wanna get high  don't we all it helps take away the pain of people catfishing me and killing my friend from it and the constant anger the constant need to make things right but this is morning i'm not high yet  Aww is it only when you see Dan the man When is Danny leaving  I am not involved in your life  Okay bye byeee  I am just imagining james dad melting in pain forever :) like a demon  Mhm melting in love  like a demon who got tricked into hell and has people who want to get even i'd say 'good luck' but i won't even say it ironically For him all I have to say to him is that I'm thinking about his dead dad more often than he is awake :)  Mhmm  it's good being me because I know you can't fuck me over and get away with it :) i'm glad I'm me and not the person I am mad at for getting my friend killed  my new goal is to fuck his daughter preferable in front of him deeeeeep i can wait  Ew you are the devil  i can wait you think that's bad? lol he killed my friend you can't even imagine I've had years to think of new things every day  im gonna tell her that her dad killed my friend right before she climaxes then call him and tell him about it  Oooh sounds like you’ve got it all figured out Guy I saw yesterday made me climax 3 times  i wish I could say how I really felt  Orgasm Mhmm  you sound like a bit of a slut i don't even know his name yet that's how I know  Lmaoo Okay  you could have been like, I met this guy named x and got to it in a few sentences but no straight to the vag  Mhmm  They killed my friend  It was the guy I saw in my head  i don't know that anyone would expect because I wouldn't do that But they did  I met him a year ago  and I know how I feel about it  On a cruise  I really don't care one bit  I hope we go on another soon Okay  the people who got my friend killed are the ones who I care about that's it  Oooh Okie  The other person I cared about is dead from their actions I expect it to be made right.  Ahh Good for u  not good, just real and real for them too but they want to make it worse instead of better so be it I oblige  Imma have another orgasm  I am more than accepting of the outcome  In my mouth tho Dosa  slut  Mhmm I love my Indian food Prob will have some American honey tn too  still don't care go to your stupid indian grill and have your stupid indian food with your murderer boyfriend live the life you chose it's disgusting I judge it with disgust.  i'm blocking you again the moment the option is available  james dad is still there melting  Oh ew I don’t like Indian geill So I accidentally fell asleep before eating the dosa Just woke up and ate What did I miss Babe :(  what do you think is goin to happen to the people who killed my friend? if she doesn't love me, he was my number 1  Your friend will be revived  what would you do if someone killed your number 1 person?  New version  answer my question please whether it's your wife...  I would get justice  whoever is your closest person what would you do?  Justice not revenge  justice is more than revenge in this case justice would be giving him the same circumstance he gave me that would mean taking hope and dreams and friends and love and putting them away forever and him having to start over  Wdym  justice would be to give him the same circumstance as he gave me He would have to lose his friends, his lover, and more all in a day  Why  justice is way bigger than revenge for what he did justice would require me to take everything from him and send him to live with his mom knowning the world is created to fuck with him that would be justice  Chill out  but his whole life around him would have to literally die  And get yo ass here  like mine did  Yours doesn’t have to  for justice to be achieved revenge is more petty smaller just him  Me  justice is balance  You want me Fine kill me  i want it to be real have been real  Me too  not have had years after where I'm getting toyed with with a dead friend and a mystery  I want real  but I dont' get to choose  I want a hug  I have to deal with what is presented  Why Wdym  I was told single she was married my friend died while I was being distracted my friend who I knew I had to keep alive  Ahh Yes  they got in the way of that justice would be for me to take his woman, and all his friends, and he would be alone in the world  I’m excited to marry my person  and if he really understands that his dad is dead because of him on top of that but he won't  What?? Your dad passed away????  only I have to live with knowing my friend is dead because I fell for their trap he doesn't have to he is the villain the perpetrator  Ooh yes we don’t like him  so I have to live in the shit consequences he built for me While she is with him.  I was not a fan of him when we had dinner at your house  and I will have to get my own ending  We will be brand new  now that we have defined the terms I will have to stop using them I will find my own 'ending'  With me  if you are her if not then no  Enagaged Married  i mean yes but no :) I have no options  Married later on  either that or he needs justice yep  We can wait 2-3 years for the wedding if you want  sad life  I would say yes Even rn  I've asked  Aww  but i will have to do it gods way since they think it's fun to ridicule me i will have to use the hammer of god and teach them a lesson so be it I love picturing his face i do it hours a day morning mid day before bed  What is she doing now  all the contortions  Me too  the pain i had in his eyes It's all I do.  Ily Gb  stop contacting me  K I guess imma go back to bed bye  i'll be here till i'm ready  Where  if she wants to contact me facebook is where  I don’t even have my person as friend in fb  the moment I'm allowed to block you again I will  Why  i don't know you nothing personal  Okay I’ll make i.t easy for you I’ll just delete this account  i'm not playing games if the illumanati asks me to be the next face, like the next hitler, i say YES PLEASE. till then i'm not lifting a finger knock at my cabin see if I save the world fuck no  You’re in the mountains again Ttyl Don’t lose service  not if the ban hits first i don't know you so don't take it hard I'm just a random person who doesn't wish to confuse you waiting for the block to show back up  K   unless you're james I wish you the best 
I think I am But ok  Then I wish you the worst  Oh K  hopefully god gets even for me and captures it on video
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I think I am But ok  Then I wish you the worst  Oh K  hopefully god gets even for me and captures it on video
2023.03.26 23:59 gangiman88 Sudden problems after oil change
Can you please help me assess what may be the problem with my car after an oil change?
Background
My car is a 2010 Hyundai Elantra GLS. I'm not a car enthusiast, but I can do simple maintenance like oil changes. However, about two months ago, I noticed small amounts of oil leaking from under the car near where the drain plug would be. Due to my work schedule, and that I don't own a house (can't do auto maintenance at home), I didn't have the time to take my car to the nearest self-service garage to properly inspect and perform any repairs until yesterday. But, during these two months, anytime I needed to drive the car, I always checked to make sure that the oil level was correct. My oil level had dropped from the full mark to squarely in between the full and low marks during this time, so I never needed to top the oil (hope this give you a sense of how slow the oil was leaking). Also, no other issues nor indicator lights on the dashboard were noted with the car. Car ran fine.
Issue
Well, things changed dramatically yesterday after I performed a simple oil change. I confirmed that the leakage was from the drain plug (did not see leaking from anywhere else but the drain hole), and what's more, that I had likely stripped what little remaining threads left on the oil pan's drain hole previously. This probably happened roughly 8 months ago, either by cross-threading or overtorquing the plug, when I last did the oil change myself. Now, the drain plug spins without fully tightening anymore. I also saw some metal shavings on the threads to my drain plug. Did a search here on this subreddit for a possible quick solution and ended up installing an Eco-Plug to rethread the drain hole. Thought I had solved the problem.
However, after completing the oil change and driving back home, within minutes, the oil indicator light turned on and I heard what sounded like tapping noise from the engine bay. I immediately pulled over and checked under the hood. No smoke. Oil levels were still good. But it appears that the Eco-Plug didn't completely block the leak, as I saw an oil spot when I peered under the car. I decided to get the car towed back to my apartments, and not to the nearest auto shop because, I would preferably like to bring it to a Hyundai Service Center but they were closed.
Questions
Has my oil pump suddenly gone bad, resulting in a low oil pressure and the oil indicator light going off? Or would the improper seal of the drain hole (resulting in oil leakage) be sufficient alone to cause a low oil pressure? If this is true, why didn't my car suffer from low oil pressure when it was previously leaking for two months prior to yesterday's oil change? And the weird engine noise, is that engine-knocking that I'm hearing? Did I damage the engine by driving it for a few minutes yesterday and again this morning around my apartment's parking lot? Not to mention, the car was running and had to be driven onto the tow truck's tow bed.
Anyways, I plan to call the local service center tomorrow when they open. Never needed any major repairs until now. What would be the first proper step here? Ask the service center for a diagnosis only before committing to any estimated repairs? Would the service center or other auto shops (if their estimate is cheaper) allow me to drop the car off (via towing, obviously) without scheduling an appointment, considering this might be an emergency repair? Or will I have to queued up for an appointment like with any other service? Finally, if I decide not to go with the dealership's service center, would I need to keep towing my car from one auto shop to another for them to individually diagnose and provide their estimates? Or would they take one shop's diagnosis in providing an estimate for repairs without seeing the car in-person?
A long read with lots of questions, I know. But I'd appreciate any insights offered. Thanks very much.
TL;DR:
After an oil change yesterday, the oil indicator light came on and weird tapping sounds are coming from the engine bay when the car is running. Although oil is leaking slightly as well, oil level remains good for now.
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Background
My car is a 2010 Hyundai Elantra GLS. I'm not a car enthusiast, but I can do simple maintenance like oil changes. However, about two months ago, I noticed small amounts of oil leaking from under the car near where the drain plug would be. Due to my work schedule, and that I don't own a house (can't do auto maintenance at home), I didn't have the time to take my car to the nearest self-service garage to properly inspect and perform any repairs until yesterday. But, during these two months, anytime I needed to drive the car, I always checked to make sure that the oil level was correct. My oil level had dropped from the full mark to squarely in between the full and low marks during this time, so I never needed to top the oil (hope this give you a sense of how slow the oil was leaking). Also, no other issues nor indicator lights on the dashboard were noted with the car. Car ran fine.
Issue
Well, things changed dramatically yesterday after I performed a simple oil change. I confirmed that the leakage was from the drain plug (did not see leaking from anywhere else but the drain hole), and what's more, that I had likely stripped what little remaining threads left on the oil pan's drain hole previously. This probably happened roughly 8 months ago, either by cross-threading or overtorquing the plug, when I last did the oil change myself. Now, the drain plug spins without fully tightening anymore. I also saw some metal shavings on the threads to my drain plug. Did a search here on this subreddit for a possible quick solution and ended up installing an Eco-Plug to rethread the drain hole. Thought I had solved the problem.
However, after completing the oil change and driving back home, within minutes, the oil indicator light turned on and I heard what sounded like tapping noise from the engine bay. I immediately pulled over and checked under the hood. No smoke. Oil levels were still good. But it appears that the Eco-Plug didn't completely block the leak, as I saw an oil spot when I peered under the car. I decided to get the car towed back to my apartments, and not to the nearest auto shop because, I would preferably like to bring it to a Hyundai Service Center but they were closed.
Questions
Has my oil pump suddenly gone bad, resulting in a low oil pressure and the oil indicator light going off? Or would the improper seal of the drain hole (resulting in oil leakage) be sufficient alone to cause a low oil pressure? If this is true, why didn't my car suffer from low oil pressure when it was previously leaking for two months prior to yesterday's oil change? And the weird engine noise, is that engine-knocking that I'm hearing? Did I damage the engine by driving it for a few minutes yesterday and again this morning around my apartment's parking lot? Not to mention, the car was running and had to be driven onto the tow truck's tow bed.
Anyways, I plan to call the local service center tomorrow when they open. Never needed any major repairs until now. What would be the first proper step here? Ask the service center for a diagnosis only before committing to any estimated repairs? Would the service center or other auto shops (if their estimate is cheaper) allow me to drop the car off (via towing, obviously) without scheduling an appointment, considering this might be an emergency repair? Or will I have to queued up for an appointment like with any other service? Finally, if I decide not to go with the dealership's service center, would I need to keep towing my car from one auto shop to another for them to individually diagnose and provide their estimates? Or would they take one shop's diagnosis in providing an estimate for repairs without seeing the car in-person?
A long read with lots of questions, I know. But I'd appreciate any insights offered. Thanks very much.
TL;DR:
After an oil change yesterday, the oil indicator light came on and weird tapping sounds are coming from the engine bay when the car is running. Although oil is leaking slightly as well, oil level remains good for now.
2023.03.26 23:22 Pedrosian96 Driller TLDR'd for new players
Here's a succint series of guidelines and rules of thumb for players interested in playing as Driller, aimed at new players with the goal of minimizing frustration.
WHAT IS DRILLER FOR? Driller offers AoE damage, CC and terraforming, three potent things to have. Driller's guns typically harm many enemies at once and do great at killing loads of small enemies, but may be slow at killing large enemies or bosses. Drills and C4 allow a driller to tunnel, level, and in many ways destroy and reform terrain around or to objectives to make things easier, such as tunneling for pipes / powercables or flattening the area around salvage pod to be able to shoot bugs more easily.
WHAT IS DRILLER BAD AT? Driller suffers from limited ways of killing ebemies at a distance. It is also limited in terms of direct immediate damage since many of its sources of damage involve status effects or DoTs. they are also prone to teamkilling or suiciding with C4, it takes practice to learn safe distance. Drillers can sometimes cause too much destruction and make a fighting area a mess of holes and ditches that gets hard to traverse.
WHAT GUNS, WHY GUNS, HOW GUNS?
FLAMETHROWER: used for directly firing at enemies, causing fire damage over time. Useful against most types of ground enemy types, can be modified to leave burning trails. Good offensive option, versatile. Has good combinations with secondaries, and other drillers (can ignite sludge, or vaporize frozen enemies - will talk about this 'vaporize' when addressing the colette wave cooker) instantly kills all forms of robot if ignited.
CRYO CANNON: a powerful freezegun. Possibly the strongest defensive option in the game. Used to completely stop enemy swarms from getting to you. Useful in any mission where you expect to defend an objective (easily the gun to bring to a salvage). Stops enemies and frozen enemies receive 3x damage from other sources (great teamplay potential). Similar "vaporize" option with the wavecooker. Instantly kills all forms of flying enemy if frozen.
SLUDGE PUMP: Think of what it shoots as "liquid UHU glue laced with sulphuric acid". Applies very damaging corrosion to enemies it hits, and has vast AoE potential, able to form puddles of sludge to slow and damage enemies. Harder to use than the other, but very adaptable and versatile. Extremely ammo efficient, can be modded to slso deal high single-target direct damage or boss killing. Sludge is flammable, and has some synergies with the wavecooker.
SUBATA: behaves like you expect a glock to act in a typical game. Not great, i recommend replacing ASAP. powerful in late-game after a lot of investment, but will likely disappoint you when you use it. Very accurate. Low damage, but can hit hard against weakspots. Easy to use, but takes multiple shots to kill even basic enemies. Extremely spammy. Pretty decent at killing distant enemies, which primary guns struggle with. Good synergies with flamethrower (more damage on burning enemies) and freeze gun (3x damage makes it hit pretty hard)
EXPERIMENTAL PLASMA CHARGER: a complicated, powerful energy gun. Not easy to use, combines overheating and charging mechanics. Projectiles travel slow, harder to use for long range than subata (hits much harder though). Has AoE capabilities. Can be used to ignite enemies or sludge (this is very strong, do not underestimate this), "vaporize" frozen enemies, or Thin Containment Field mining, a technique able to cause mid-air explosions that deal extreme damage and vaporize a sphere of mineral or rock around the explosion, roughly the size of basic C4. Takes practice. Easily one of the strongest secondary guns - but expect it to feel horrible and confusing the first few times yiu use it.
COLETTE WAVE COOKER: a microwave gun. Unique in how it works : extremely weak used by itself, but about half its upgrades concern combos with other guns. Has options to support each primary. Killing burning or frozen enemies starts freezing or igniting nearby enemies. Pretty strong at killing low hp targets that are hard to hit, like swarms of jellyfish. Lots of ammo.
Enemies covered in sludge can proc neurotoxin clouds (very strong poison effect) and receive a lot more damage than normal.
can cause THERMAL SHOCK, an effect where burning or frozen enemies suffer 200 damage and lose the burn or freeze status. this instantly kills grunts and heavily damages larger units. The wavecooker apllies this effect to enemies that are burning or frozen en masse and spreads the effects. Extremely deadly if used correctly.
GRENADES
HE: not useful. Too bouncy, and they offer AoE damage on a class that has a lot of AoE.
AXES: arguably the best "grenade" in the game. Instakills mactera if hit directly. BRUTAL 300+ damage on frozen enemies. Can destroy a lot of level props and still be picked up, such as spiky thorns, shock crystals, spike plants, gas fungi. High single target damage.
NEUROTOX: a poisonous flammable gas cloud you can throw at enemies. B r o k e n against many small enemies. Slows enemies slightly and kills anything grunt or smaller. Can explode intk a fireball if ignited. A good defensive grenade, but axes may offer more versatility.
SAWBLADES: hard to use, prone to teamkills, gimmicky. Not recommended, extremely powerful but requiring a lot of time to learn.
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WHAT IS DRILLER FOR? Driller offers AoE damage, CC and terraforming, three potent things to have. Driller's guns typically harm many enemies at once and do great at killing loads of small enemies, but may be slow at killing large enemies or bosses. Drills and C4 allow a driller to tunnel, level, and in many ways destroy and reform terrain around or to objectives to make things easier, such as tunneling for pipes / powercables or flattening the area around salvage pod to be able to shoot bugs more easily.
WHAT IS DRILLER BAD AT? Driller suffers from limited ways of killing ebemies at a distance. It is also limited in terms of direct immediate damage since many of its sources of damage involve status effects or DoTs. they are also prone to teamkilling or suiciding with C4, it takes practice to learn safe distance. Drillers can sometimes cause too much destruction and make a fighting area a mess of holes and ditches that gets hard to traverse.
WHAT GUNS, WHY GUNS, HOW GUNS?
FLAMETHROWER: used for directly firing at enemies, causing fire damage over time. Useful against most types of ground enemy types, can be modified to leave burning trails. Good offensive option, versatile. Has good combinations with secondaries, and other drillers (can ignite sludge, or vaporize frozen enemies - will talk about this 'vaporize' when addressing the colette wave cooker) instantly kills all forms of robot if ignited.
CRYO CANNON: a powerful freezegun. Possibly the strongest defensive option in the game. Used to completely stop enemy swarms from getting to you. Useful in any mission where you expect to defend an objective (easily the gun to bring to a salvage). Stops enemies and frozen enemies receive 3x damage from other sources (great teamplay potential). Similar "vaporize" option with the wavecooker. Instantly kills all forms of flying enemy if frozen.
SLUDGE PUMP: Think of what it shoots as "liquid UHU glue laced with sulphuric acid". Applies very damaging corrosion to enemies it hits, and has vast AoE potential, able to form puddles of sludge to slow and damage enemies. Harder to use than the other, but very adaptable and versatile. Extremely ammo efficient, can be modded to slso deal high single-target direct damage or boss killing. Sludge is flammable, and has some synergies with the wavecooker.
SUBATA: behaves like you expect a glock to act in a typical game. Not great, i recommend replacing ASAP. powerful in late-game after a lot of investment, but will likely disappoint you when you use it. Very accurate. Low damage, but can hit hard against weakspots. Easy to use, but takes multiple shots to kill even basic enemies. Extremely spammy. Pretty decent at killing distant enemies, which primary guns struggle with. Good synergies with flamethrower (more damage on burning enemies) and freeze gun (3x damage makes it hit pretty hard)
EXPERIMENTAL PLASMA CHARGER: a complicated, powerful energy gun. Not easy to use, combines overheating and charging mechanics. Projectiles travel slow, harder to use for long range than subata (hits much harder though). Has AoE capabilities. Can be used to ignite enemies or sludge (this is very strong, do not underestimate this), "vaporize" frozen enemies, or Thin Containment Field mining, a technique able to cause mid-air explosions that deal extreme damage and vaporize a sphere of mineral or rock around the explosion, roughly the size of basic C4. Takes practice. Easily one of the strongest secondary guns - but expect it to feel horrible and confusing the first few times yiu use it.
COLETTE WAVE COOKER: a microwave gun. Unique in how it works : extremely weak used by itself, but about half its upgrades concern combos with other guns. Has options to support each primary. Killing burning or frozen enemies starts freezing or igniting nearby enemies. Pretty strong at killing low hp targets that are hard to hit, like swarms of jellyfish. Lots of ammo.
Enemies covered in sludge can proc neurotoxin clouds (very strong poison effect) and receive a lot more damage than normal.
can cause THERMAL SHOCK, an effect where burning or frozen enemies suffer 200 damage and lose the burn or freeze status. this instantly kills grunts and heavily damages larger units. The wavecooker apllies this effect to enemies that are burning or frozen en masse and spreads the effects. Extremely deadly if used correctly.
GRENADES
HE: not useful. Too bouncy, and they offer AoE damage on a class that has a lot of AoE.
AXES: arguably the best "grenade" in the game. Instakills mactera if hit directly. BRUTAL 300+ damage on frozen enemies. Can destroy a lot of level props and still be picked up, such as spiky thorns, shock crystals, spike plants, gas fungi. High single target damage.
NEUROTOX: a poisonous flammable gas cloud you can throw at enemies. B r o k e n against many small enemies. Slows enemies slightly and kills anything grunt or smaller. Can explode intk a fireball if ignited. A good defensive grenade, but axes may offer more versatility.
SAWBLADES: hard to use, prone to teamkills, gimmicky. Not recommended, extremely powerful but requiring a lot of time to learn.
2023.03.26 22:04 Cheesypower Wings of Freedom - Part 7 - A NoP Fanfic
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A full night's rest still hadn't been enough to clear Yegel's head- though thankfully this time it was just confusion rather than gore-filled nightmares that plagued him. Where was he even supposed to start?
First, Eren was alive- and wasn't that a shocking revelation on it's own? He'd watched the boy die, seen him get swallowed whole- well, somewhat whole, with two of his limbs having been bitten off. Both limbs having somehow regrown, which he was pretty sure wasn't supposed to be normal for humans.
Though, was Eren a human? He'd been a titan, even if an abnormal one that only attacked other titans. Which, considering Eren's... aggressive personality, suddenly made a lot more sense, but still- how could a monster have been living among them, training alongside them for all this time, and still have nobody notice?
The halls of the base seemed to close in on him as Yegel continued wandering, unable to focus on the world around him. Pieces of a puzzle he'd thought he'd started piecing together suddenly didn't fit, and nothing about this new information made sense!
He wished he could talk to Kallik and Jelliba about this- they were always willing to help when he felt overwhelmed or confused. But that would mean exposing them to humans, and while he was getting more personally interested in their contradictions, they were still predators at their core. Traumatizing his friends just to assuage his own confusion wasn't a trade he was willing to make.
Why WAS he even this confused about it? Humans were predators, that was the entire reason he had been given this assignment in the first place. It shouldn't be surprising that one of them turned out to be a monster- they were ALL monsters! Their very existence went against the natural order, consuming other life for their own selfish desires!
It shouldn't be surprising- it WASN'T surprising! This was the truth of predators- the truth of humans! He shouldn't be reacting like this, just because he sympathized with them! Just because he'd watched them struggle, and fail, and despair in the face of a monstrous enemy, just like... just like the federation did... like he did...
It should be obvious- it should be expected! Just a predator showing it's true colors.
...So why did those accepted answers ring hollow?
Unfortunately for him, his fevered wanderings left him careless and inattentive to his surroundings, and the turning tumbling thoughts in his head distracted him from the world around him until it was too late.
"-So we're going to need these numbers corrected, as quickly as you can. How about, say, by tomorrow morning?"
Blinking away his swirling thoughts, Yegel found reality reasserting itself as he took in the unfamiliar walls- blue markings indicating he was in the administrative section of the base. More relevant was the three Krakotl gathered in the hallway, their rank pins marking them as Naval personnel- and the nervous-looking Ventil they were gathered around, who was trying his best to melt into the wall behind him.
"I-I'm sorry, but I can't!" the woolen accountant stammered. "The inspection of the Crimson Pinion found several m-major issues in need of addressing, s-so to clear to the ship for deployment instead of performing repairs w-would be-"
"Repairs?" the krakotl in charge scoffed, his crown feathers flicking up in a rudely dismissive gesture. "On a backwater rock like this? We all know that those mandatory repair facilities aren't all equal- if we have to leave her here, she won't be rejoining our fleet for months at minimum, if she ever leaves again!"
"W-while it's true our facilities won't be as efficient," the Ventil bleated, "the sheer n-number of systems in need of attention-"
"Will end up staying exactly the same, because your boss has better things to do than devote resources to getting us up and running again," one of the cronies snarled, bobbing forward as the fluffy accountant cringed backwards. "Isn't that right? We'll just keep her patched up until we make it to a real shipyard, with competent mechanics instead of airheaded rejects!"
The floor of the corridor cracked under Yegel's talons as they clenched, clawing grooves into the industrial flooring until he realized what he was doing. Thankfully they were too engrossed in their own conversation to have noticed, so he was able to carefully extract his claws from the divots he'd accidentally carved.
It was a coincidence, they didn't know what they were talking about, he reminded himself. They were just making a general judgement of remote postings like this, and they wouldn't even be wrong about most of them- Jelliba was the exception, not the rule.
He'd heard her talking about that ship, actually- apparently it was one of the older models, one that had been modified for combat rather than designed for it, and was apparently starting to really show it's age. She'd been excited about the chance to crack it open, talking about ways she could not just fix, but improve it- using terms and words that flew right over his head, but with an excitement that made him smile.
From the sound of it though, she'd have to be disappointed- while what they were doing was a breach of protocol, it wasn't the first time the navy would insist on waiting until they reached a major port before scheduling repairs for any but the most serious issues. Remote outposts like this didn't exactly have a reputation for having the equipment or engineers to get ships up and running in a timely fashion.
Yegel sighed, forcing himself to turn away from the confrontation. It wasn't his problem- he didn't even know the guy. It was too risky to intervene- he couldn't afford another strike like that, especially since he was already on punishment duty. They might even have a point- he didn't know what was going on for sure, so who was he to step in?
Better to play it safe. Wasn't the first time this sort of thing had happened after all, wouldn't be the last.
"Don't know what you guys are talking about, saying she'll go to a repair yard," the other crony interrupted Yegel's thoughts. "With how decrepit she is, a scrapyard is the only place she's going-"
"SHHH!" the boss snarled, feathers flaring as he battered the crony with his wings. "don't fucking say it, you idiot!"
"I'm sorry," the Ventil interrupted, cringing away from the violent display, "b-but policy indicates that she is not currently in an unsalvageable state, a-and if she were to suffer damage on the journey that made such an assignment necessary, when action could have been taken to prevent it, t-then-"
"But it can't be prevented!" the Boss snapped at the cowering pencil-pusher, flapping into the air to rake his claws through the Ventil's wool, drawing a startled cry from the unfortunate soul. "And we're not going to play these patchwork games anymore- you're going to fix those numbers, and we're going to leave with that ship in a week's time, and that's final!"
"M... m-my position," the now-sobbing accountant blubbered from where he'd curled up on the ground, "I-I can't- if they find I edited official inspections- t-the punishments for tampering with essential equipment maintenance- I'd lose my job, my career- be b-b-blacklisted from-"
"Then don't get caught," his tormentor drawled, as if spelling something obvious out for a hatchling who had plucked his pinions. "It's not like the oversight in these backwaters is particularly stringent, after all."
One of the cronies noticed Yegel, feathers rising in a threat display as he glared from one eye at the intruder. Silently challenging him to step forward and do something, or to speak up.
Yegel forced himself to take a step away from the situation he'd stumbled across. Then two, three, four... taking careful mental focus to avoid digging his claws into the floor again.
It wasn't his problem, and he already had problems to spare.
It wasn't anything he hadn't seen before.
It wasn't worth it.
He couldn't afford it- he couldn't have another incident- to risk his punishment assignments being made even worse.
The crony relaxed, turning his back to Yegel as he refocused on their victim.
Five steps. Six steps- the turn was right up ahead, and then he'd be away, free from dealing with this.
"Of course," the Krakotl sneered down at the cowering accountant, "if you really have such an issue helping us out with this, we can just go someone else to fix it for us."
Having such a wide field of vision meant Yegel could see the Ventil's expression of tearful hope even with his back turned, the overwhelmed paper-pusher clearly desperate for any way out of his current predicament.
"Yeah, that seems simple enough," one of the cronies drawled, smirking down at the Ventil's hopeful expression. "Just make a formal complaint about your manipulation of Essential Equipment Maintenance reports, with an explanation of the 'proper' results... and that should fix the issue real well."
The Ventil choked, the hope in his eyes smothered beneath the growing void of horror and despair.
"Heck, why are we still talking about this?" the leader chuckles, stepping away from the frozen accountant. "Let's just go do it- I'm sure one of the accountants who knows how these things work will help us out. Good luck with your next career, fuzzball!"
"No..." their victim choked, reaching out and clutching at the air. "No, no please, you can't-"
"Who do you think they'll believe," the Krakotl smirks, dismissively pushing the Ventil back against the wall, "A paper-pusher still on his probation period, freshly shipped in to a place that's known as the dumping ground for failures, or a decorated fleet officer with the testimony of his crew?"
The Ventil clutched the leg pinning him down, mouth moving up and down, only for no sound to come out, tears streaming from his wide, dilated eyes, choking on air as he sobbed.
And Yegel sighed, blowing out a stream of air, shoulders slumping from their tensed position to a fully relaxed slump.
Damnit.
Damn it all to Maltos.
"How about the engineers who did the inspection in the first place?" he announced loudly, turning around to face the startled group, approaching them in strides that felt light as the wind. "I imagine that their personal explanations of the ship's failing sublight drives and malfunctioning water pumps might punch some rather large holes in your narrative."
The leader's glare could melt steel as he visibly sized up the newcomer, sneering as he realized that he needed to tilt his head downwards to meet Yegel's gaze. "Butt out of this, boy," he scoffs, feathers puffed as he spreads his wings to increase his profile, the lackeys behind him doing the same. "This doesn't concern you- and if you know what's best for your continued career, you'll keep it that way."
"Actually," Yegel drawled, his feathers forcibly relaxed as he stood firm against their attempts at intimidation, "the swarm of inspectors that would come from any report of tampering with essential equipment would be incredibly inconvenient for everyone on this base, so I'm afraid it very much DOES concern me." Quietly letting air flow in through his nose to slowly inflate his chest, he spread his legs in a loose, relaxed stance, wings held close in a carefully limp dangle at his sides. "So I suggest you forget about this whole thing, turn around, and prep the crew of the Crimson Pinion for transfer to other ships, or an extended stay on our base."
The two cronies boggled at him, taken aback by his lack of response to three krakotl bigger than him showing threat displays, their wings drooping as they glanced between each other and took a subconscious step back. The Ventil on the floor stared at him like a drowning man seeing a lifeline thrown his way, eyes burning with desperate hope tinged with the black of choking fear.
The leader, however... his eyes tried their best to bore holes into Yegel, his crown of feathers flexed to their maximum extent, wings quivering with rage as he swelled up and loomed over Yegel.
"Well, sounds like you want to play officer, don't you?" the leader sneered down his beak. "But you really should have kept on walking. Now it looks like this paper-pusher had an accomplice in their altering of official documents. Do you really want to deal with those kinds of charges, so early in your career?"
If Kallik was here, he'd have stepped in with sweet words and some sort of intelligent argument, probably making the leader look stupid and thanking Kallik for the opportunity.
If Yegel's mind was clearer, he would have taken inspiration from that, and taken the time to think up which specific policies could be brought up to diffuse the situation- or to at least convince them to back off.
But with his mind clouded by frustration and a lack of restful sleep, whatever answers there might have been to resolve this without causing problems eluded him. Instead, he calmed his breathing, loosened the iron grip he always maintained on his Krakotl instincts, and fell back on his natural response to a bully facing him down.
"Better that than charges of Sabotage of Critical Material," Yegel shot back, talons planted as he returned the leader's burning stare with cold detachment.
His opponent's eyes narrowed. "Now that's a stretch if I've ever heard one. We're just keeping the ship flying until we reach an actual repair port, after all-"
"But that's not your actual plan, is it?" Yegel shot back, stepping from one talon to the other, carefully flexing them and testing his claws. In the corner of his vision, he saw the other two Krakotl dancing back and forth, flapping halfway into the air in an instinctual attempt to scare him off. "You're actually hoping that when you make a jump, or maybe the jump after that, the ship will suffer a catastrophic failure that will justify scrapping it instead of making an attempt at repairs. Am I right?"
The leader blinked,turning his head to focus one eye on Yegel, while his subordinates shared worried glances as the silence stretched.
"Damn smart brat, aren't you?" he finally rumbled, talons creating an ear-grating screech as they carved deep divots into the floor. "That junker has been slowing us down for years, and I am not letting this cycle of having a few months of actual functional fleet action before she trundles back in to slow us down again keep going!"
This would be the correct point to try and diffuse the situation- to try and pressure them into leaving without trouble. If Yegel's mind was clearer, he would have taken that option to avoid another report being filed against him.
But his heart was thundering in his own ears, and after so many days of mental exhaustion, the call of a simpler option proved too strong to resist.
So instead, he gave the leader a condescending smirk. "Wow, you actually admitted it. I didn't think you were that dumb, yet here we are."
The lackeys hissed angrily at him, stalking right up to him and snapping their beaks, their angry display undercut by the worried glances they kept giving each other and their boss.
Yegel breathed out, forcibly releasing some of the building tension in his body. Loose, he needed to stay loose. No Kallik here backing him up, so he needed to stay mobile- be ready to react to all three of them at once.
"Trying to play cute, kid? You're as dumb as a Yotul if you think this is going to go the way you want." The leader's growling strained Yegel's self-control to the limit, the pitch of his furious jabs tugging at something primal that told him to puff himself up in his own threat display, to try and scare away the threat before he got hurt.
With practiced ease, he pushed that instinct down, heart pounding in his ears as he forced his feathers to stay relaxed. He had to keep calm- couldn't afford to simply give in to the aggressive krakotl instincts that all the rest could freely flex. Instead, he needed to control it- channel it; keep it held close to his heart like a burning power core.
"Actually, I think that's exactly how it's going to play out," he retorted with forced calmness, continuing to smirk as he puffed out his chest and spread his wings behind his back- an intentional slight that fanned the flames in his opponent's eyes. "Though it's cute that you think you can stop me."
His wings stayed behind his back, relaxed and loose- just as he'd learned to keep them time and time again. His knees stayed bent, stance straight and steady, eyes clear as he focused on the krakotl in front of him. Watching their beak clench, their eyes burn with rage, their legs tense as they kicked off the ground...
The cronies following him forward, one to either flank, hanging back just enough to let their leader get the first strike, and set the standard for how badly they were allowed to hurt the threat.
One flap of the leader's wings to gain height, torso leaned forward with his momentum. A second flap to stabilize, swinging his hips forward, talons already open and beginning to reach forward.
A classic move, expertly executed- an instinctive strike that came naturally to Krakotl, to give a blow and perhaps shallow cuts to the perceived threat and convince it to back off. It was almost an automatic response from any Krakotl who was angry enough, effective at getting their point across, and unlikely enough to cause serious damage that there was rarely cause for repercussions.
Yegel had never been able to do it himself- without the ability to fly, to get himself even an inch off the ground, he'd never been able to do something that came instinctively to everyone else.
But he'd seen it enough to learn how to counter it.
Shooting forward, his own talons dug into the floor, sending him speeding right towards the incoming leader. A twist of his shoulders let him squeeze right between their talons, avoiding the startled bird's attack and inserting himself right into their personal bubble. His own wings snapped up, slamming into the bottom of his opponent's talons and lifting them as high as he could, sending his opponent tumbling backwards with a squawk.
Then, with talons dug deep into the floor, he clenched his belly and pushed his wings downward as hard as he could, beak open in a violent screech. Disoriented from having his world spun upside down, the leader had no time to recover before he was slammed into the ground head-first.
The hallway rang with the sickening wet crack of a rigid skull on the unyielding floor. The leader's challenging cry cut off in strangled hacking through a bent windpipe, his eyes glazed over as Yegel pushed him away, crumpling to the floor in an uncoordinated heap.
Yegel's eyes rolling in two different directions, his field of view expanding as each eye focused on a different approaching crony. Once doing this had been incredibly disorienting, and he'd still probably have a minor headache tomorrow- but given how often he'd been on his own against a group, necessity had forced him to learn to manage it anyways.
The hallway was cramped by Krakotl standards, which was a blessing and a curse- they couldn't fly up and make harassing runs at him, but he couldn't easily get away from them either. The only way out was through- and he wouldn't be able to avoid getting hurt.
Twisting to the right, he took advantage of their moment of stunned shock and went for one of the startled henchmen. Pushing aside a sloppy talon-strike with his leading wing, he drove his other wing deep into their gut, rotating his hips to maximize the power behind the strike.
No time to follow up- he had to yank his wing back from the doubled-over krakotl and duck under his friend's attempts to claw up Yegel's wings. The other crony flapped backwards before Yegel could land a hit, blinking as his buddies' conditions started to register- but Yegel pursued before he could fully escape.
Stomping down to pin their talon to the floor, he followed up by slamming his shoulder into their chest. The crony found all the air forcibly driven from his lungs, wheezing as he tried to push Yegel away with frantic slapping from his wings.
Claws raked into Yegel's back, feathers flying as he hissed in pain. Didn't feel too deep, but that didn't matter if they started adding up. He needed to end this quickly, before they could fully take advantage of their numbers.
The one he had pinned kept battering him with wing-blows, but clearly wasn't used to having his opponent this close. A quick upward snap of Yegel's own wing, straight into their wing-joint, and the hall echoed another stomach-churning crack of shifting bones.
Screeching in pain, the crony hopped backwards the second Yegel released their talons, nursing their aching wing- it didn't look dislocated thankfully, so he wouldn't get in trouble for that, but it should slow that one down.
Jumping over the still-prone leader, Yegel pushed as hard as he could off of the ground, jump through the air towards the hunched-over second crony still holding his gut with one wing. Claws extended, his instincts told him to aim his talons right towards their exposed neck-
-"I-I'm sorry, I did what you asked-"-
-pain, lancing through his body, pulsing in time to the hum of electricity-
-"-you devil-child!"-
-forcing his talons to spread just in time, his foot landed flat on their throat, slamming them backwards into the corridor wall. Struggling to push away the shaking shock, Yegel crouched against the pinned crony before backflipping away, putting all the force into his opponent's throat and chest and leaving them clawing at their own throat.
However, he was still distracted by painful memories, and stumbled on the landing. His ankle twinged painfully as he barely avoided twisting it, wings flapping uselessly as he tried to steady himself.
Unfortunately, his opponents had no intention of letting that happen, and he paid for giving them an opening. Pain exploded in his chest as one of them took advantage of his distraction, clawing three lines across his torso before flapping backwards away from retaliation. The bright purple of his blood blended in with his own purple feathers, but the warm sticky feeling that began matting those feathers down was an indication that this would need more than a quick bandaging to fix.
Skipping backwards away from another strike, Yegel cursed to himself as the cuts on his chest throbbed in time with the ones on his back, the pain grounding him and bringing him back down to reality. Thankfully not deep enough to impede his movement, but they would add up over time- and he couldn't count on staying lucky.
There was a lull as both sides sized up their competition, Yegel's posture low and wings raised as his feathers spread in a full threat display, trying to ignore the twinging aches across his shoulders and the tugging at his wounds- he couldn't risk showing weakness now.
Across from him, his opponents looked to be in rough shape, their leader still stumbling with unfocused eyes, one crony keeping a wing carefully folded at his side, while the last still clutched his throat and fought to suck in wheezing breaths.
The moment of reprieve stretched as both sides continued eyeing each other, looking for any sign of aggression or weakness from the other. Yegel could see the familiar glint of fear in their eyes, the former self-assured bravado nowhere to be seen as they reconsidered their chances.
Then their leader, head still clutched in his wing, took a stumbling step backwards- and then another. His lackeys followed his lead, hissing and screeching at Yegel as they slowly backed down the corridor, never taking their worried eyes off of him.
"Your commander... will hear of this," their leader hissed, doing his best to glare at Yegel through unfocused eyes.
"I'm sure he will," Yegel growled back, hissing and faking a lunge forward- and watching them scramble back in fear. "And when he does, I'll be happy to share everything with him."
His opponent cawed in rage, but continued limping backwards, beak visibly grinding in frustration. Whatever he might have wanted to say, he thought better of it- or was simply too concussed to properly form the sentences.
Finally, the battered group of avians made it to an intersection of the corridor, and carefully backed their way down a different path. The last thing he saw was their leader's furious eyes before he disappeared around the corner.
Yegel carefully waited, refusing to relax and drop his guard, instead listening as their steady retreat devolved into the chaotic clattering of talons on rock as they apparently took off running. Wracking his brain, he mentally plotted out what he knew of the passages in this section of the base, making sure they weren't simply doubling back to catch him off-guard. Only several moments after the sound of their retreat had faded did he allow his wings to drop to his side, groaning in pain as he clutched the bleeding divots carved into his chest.
Inhaling deeply, he winced at the way the cuts on his chest tugged painfully with the expansion, forcing himself to hold it for a moment before slowly breathing back out. As his hammering heart slowed, the tingling fog of adrenaline began to clear, the hallway almost seeming to tilt side to side as he came back down from that state of heightened awareness.
Taking careful, deliberate steps, he turned around to fully face the Ventil, who had apparently remained frozen in place throughout that entire mess. Stepping forward, he winced as pain shot through his talons- apparently he'd landed worse than he'd realized.
"S-sorry about all that," he quietly apologized, pushing down the pain to deal with later. Forcibly flattening his feathers and lowering his stance to look smaller, he held out a wing to help the Ventil up. "They didn't hurt you too bad, did th-"
Instead of taking the offered appendage, the Ventil jerked backwards, scooting away down the side of the wall. Eyes filled with fear stayed focused on Yegel as the fuzzy accountant whimpered, curling up on themselves and shrinking as small as he could.
"Hey," Yegel whispered, ignoring the clenching of his heart. "Hey, it's okay, they're gone now. I'm trying to-"
With a sharp cry, the Ventil burst to his feet, sprinting down the hall away from him as fast as his paws could take him.
Yegel's wing stayed suspended in the air, still reaching towards the fleeing Ventil until he vanished around the corner. Slowly, the useless appendage dropped back to his side. His other wing came up and clutched at the sharp aching in his chest that had nothing to do with his wounds.
With a sigh, Yegel put his back against the wall, hissing at the pressure on his still-bleeding injuries and battered shoulders that were already beginning to bruise. Resting his head backwards, he closed his eyes and let himself retreat back into his own head.
Stupid. That whole mess was stupid of him. He should have just kept walking. Now he was going to have to deal with whatever report those idiots filed- and while Jelliba would definitely get enough Engineer testimony to prove their misconduct, having this on top of his current punishment was sure to get ugly for him.
...At least the Ventil had gone in the opposite direction of his attackers, so they shouldn't run into each other again.
Damnit, it had been years since he'd been this sloppy- dealing with these humans was taking a greater toll on him than he'd realized.
Nothing he could do about it now though- continuing to worry about the inevitable wouldn't do him any good. He needed to focus on something that was within his ability to change- like the source of the stress that had left him so vulnerable to his instincts.
Even now, the adrenaline and fog of instinct were fading, leaving him with an aching body and a tired mind. The questions that had been tormenting him began bubbling back up, now that the distraction was gone... but now they seemed more subdued, quieter. Or maybe he'd simply exhausted his ability to think about it.
At least today he might get some answers to those questions. Yes, that sounded good- delving back into those human videos to find some closure was exactly what he needed.
Groaning in pain, he pushed himself off of the wall, wincing at the sticky tugging at the gouges in his back that had adhered to the wall from his blood. Ignoring the grisly stain he'd left behind, he pushed himself forward, slowly limping his way down the empty corridor.
First, a stop by the medical office to get patched up- fights between krakotl were common enough that they shouldn't ask too many questions. Then, he'd get back to work, and finally get some answers.
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"Of fucking course," Yegel groaned, his new bandages tugging at his feathers as his head buried itself in his wings.
Because why wouldn't this installment start with a flashback to a few hours earlier in the setting, rather than actually giving him some answers.
Sighing heavily, he glared at the screen as his chin came to rest on his crossed wings. Needing to lean forward to avoid pressing his injuries against the back of his chair was annoying- just one more frustration on top of everything else.
At least getting some insight into how the titan attack had been so devastating was interesting- if these Scouts were like human Exterminators, then of course the bad luck of them being out on assignment when the attack hit would lead to disaster.
The two characters being introduced were initially annoying, since he wanted them to hurry up and get back to the important part of figuring out what was up with Eren- he'd turned into a titan somehow, and Yegel needed answers about that! Yet, he couldn't help but find himself being drawn to them- especially as the way they behaved, with the aloof and serious guy and energetic bubbly girl (at least he thought the one with long hair was a girl) was, well... familiar.
...Though, Jelliba got that excited over mechanics and new machines she was getting the chance to work on, not encountering horrible monsters, so clearly they weren't exactly the same. When the short one said he already saw an Abnormal, Yegel tensed, fully expecting an attack, but the long-haired human just excitedly looked around, asking where. If he imagined himself and Jelliba in that situation-
-and then the short one grabbed her head and forced it towards himself, saying the Abnormal was "right here."
Yegel blinked. After too long of a moment, he waved away some... strange thoughts that had conjured up. He really must be out of it today.
Ignoring that... strangeness, it was kind of interesting to hear the way they talked about the scouting regiment- their 30% casualty rate was brought up in a way that seemed to imply that was considered high, but compared to the risks of exterminators deployed to remote areas or prepping new planets for colonization, those were pretty standard figures.
Though, seeing a human scout halfway inside of a titan's mouth, getting chewed on as he yelled in defiance, was a pretty effective way of showing that just because such figures were standard didn't make the reality any less horrifying.
Why did the human feel the need to keep struggling against the monster?! All his act of defiance accomplished was provoking it into going from absentminded chewing to deliberately biting down- an act that had Yegel retching from both the sound and the way blood sprayed out, coating the human's face.
What even was the point of continuing to fight in such a hopeless situation? The human was screaming something about Captain Levi- did he really think just one more fighter would make a difference?
Then there was the hiss of maneuver-gear wires whistling by behind the titan- and in a single flash of motion, Levi arrived- and the titan fell to the ground.
Yegel couldn't help gaping like a fish at the screen, struggling to comprehend a human having taken out a titan so easily- and acting so nonchalant about it! After seeing humans struggling so much against the titans, even with numbers on their side, to see such a reversal of that dynamic was jarring.
His nonsensical orders afterwards didn't help- sending someone to look after the human that had been getting chewed on? They weren't safe yet, and the guy had been in a titan's mouth- why waste manpower on a lost cause like that? Though at least that kind of made sense when you remembered humans seemed to have empathy, so while dumb it was at least well-intentioned...
His order to send the rest of his squad after one titan, while he went after two on his own?! How dumb could this human be?!
And yet, seeing his squad take out their titan so easily, with Hange acting so happy and energetic even as she dodged a blow from it's massive hand, followed by Levi utterly dismantling the other two titans with a mix of spinning blades and disinterested condescension... apparently Levi was just that strong.
He should have been horrified by such violence, but after seeing the titans and their monstrosity on display for so long, he couldn't help but feel a spark of vindication at their demise. Of course, Levi's apparent disdain for blood also helped with that- it was strange to see a predator's reaction to having their hands covered in blood be to whisper "disgusting." Especially one who seemed so adept at predatory violence.
The way Levi said "disgusting" was... a different kind of problem- one he pushed to the back of his mind and firmly stomped down on until it stopped moving. He'd deal with whatever the heck that was later.
So, these were the human's version of Exterminators, then? He could see how they had developed such a fearsome reputation- and why Eren aspired to join their ranks.
Unfortunately, Yegel had been right about the human getting chewed on- the one assigned to help him wasn't able to stop his bleeding, and his fate was all but sealed. It was sad, seeing him reaching out towards Levi, asking if his death would have meaning. Unfortunately, his hand was blood-soaked, and Levi didn't like blood, so-
-Apparently Levi was willing to set that aside and grasp his soldier's blood-soaked hand, as he launched into a passionate speech about how his death would have meaning, and how humanity had made great strides because of him. And he kept talking, trying to comfort a dying man, until his subordinate interrupted to tell him that the soldier was already dead.
Seeing such a cold killer with such a shaken look on his face at his subordinate's death was yet another reminder of how humans refused to fit into the role of predator or prey properly- the Arxur would have already left such a weak link behind. Even now, they were ignoring the potential food of the corpses around them in order to question whether he heard them before he died, and to muse on how the look on his face was so peaceful. It was the sort of respect for the dead you'd expect from the Federation, not violent meat-eaters.
...Humans really were different, weren't they? Obviously there had been signs of that all along, especially with how they refused to fit into one category or another, but each time another piece of evidence popped up reinforcing that idea, it made an idea at the back of his head a little louder, more insistent.
Maybe... it would have been possible to coexist with humans? Not without Federation intervention of course, there were still aspects that were completely unacceptable, but... maybe if humans had been the first predators the Federation found, things might have turned out differently. With warriors like that who'd been bettered by the Federation, maybe even cured of their hunger for meat, maybe the Arxur could have been crushed as soon as they showed up.
It was a stupid thought of course- in the end, humans hadn't been able to avoid nuking themselves into extinction- but still, after everything he'd seen of the Arxur, these humans were at least trying to be something more than slavering flesh-tearing monsters.
Back in the show, their commander had turned up and called a retreat, despite Levi's protests- apparently titans had been observed massing towards the city, and the commander deduced that it must be like what happened five years ago. Which knowing what was happening back at the city, gave Yegel some hope that maybe things would improve once these elites showed up- even if just by burning the city down.
Hearing Eren's voice as the scene shifted to the city in question, Yegel couldn't help but perk up. As interesting as seeing the human Exterminators in action had been, he'd been so eager to get back to this because he needed answers to whether Eren was a monster or not. He leaned forward, focusing in and preparing to see his questions answered...
...Only to find himself transported straight to hell. Or more specifically, the belly of the titan that ate Eren.
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A full night's rest still hadn't been enough to clear Yegel's head- though thankfully this time it was just confusion rather than gore-filled nightmares that plagued him. Where was he even supposed to start?
First, Eren was alive- and wasn't that a shocking revelation on it's own? He'd watched the boy die, seen him get swallowed whole- well, somewhat whole, with two of his limbs having been bitten off. Both limbs having somehow regrown, which he was pretty sure wasn't supposed to be normal for humans.
Though, was Eren a human? He'd been a titan, even if an abnormal one that only attacked other titans. Which, considering Eren's... aggressive personality, suddenly made a lot more sense, but still- how could a monster have been living among them, training alongside them for all this time, and still have nobody notice?
The halls of the base seemed to close in on him as Yegel continued wandering, unable to focus on the world around him. Pieces of a puzzle he'd thought he'd started piecing together suddenly didn't fit, and nothing about this new information made sense!
He wished he could talk to Kallik and Jelliba about this- they were always willing to help when he felt overwhelmed or confused. But that would mean exposing them to humans, and while he was getting more personally interested in their contradictions, they were still predators at their core. Traumatizing his friends just to assuage his own confusion wasn't a trade he was willing to make.
Why WAS he even this confused about it? Humans were predators, that was the entire reason he had been given this assignment in the first place. It shouldn't be surprising that one of them turned out to be a monster- they were ALL monsters! Their very existence went against the natural order, consuming other life for their own selfish desires!
It shouldn't be surprising- it WASN'T surprising! This was the truth of predators- the truth of humans! He shouldn't be reacting like this, just because he sympathized with them! Just because he'd watched them struggle, and fail, and despair in the face of a monstrous enemy, just like... just like the federation did... like he did...
It should be obvious- it should be expected! Just a predator showing it's true colors.
...So why did those accepted answers ring hollow?
Unfortunately for him, his fevered wanderings left him careless and inattentive to his surroundings, and the turning tumbling thoughts in his head distracted him from the world around him until it was too late.
"-So we're going to need these numbers corrected, as quickly as you can. How about, say, by tomorrow morning?"
Blinking away his swirling thoughts, Yegel found reality reasserting itself as he took in the unfamiliar walls- blue markings indicating he was in the administrative section of the base. More relevant was the three Krakotl gathered in the hallway, their rank pins marking them as Naval personnel- and the nervous-looking Ventil they were gathered around, who was trying his best to melt into the wall behind him.
"I-I'm sorry, but I can't!" the woolen accountant stammered. "The inspection of the Crimson Pinion found several m-major issues in need of addressing, s-so to clear to the ship for deployment instead of performing repairs w-would be-"
"Repairs?" the krakotl in charge scoffed, his crown feathers flicking up in a rudely dismissive gesture. "On a backwater rock like this? We all know that those mandatory repair facilities aren't all equal- if we have to leave her here, she won't be rejoining our fleet for months at minimum, if she ever leaves again!"
"W-while it's true our facilities won't be as efficient," the Ventil bleated, "the sheer n-number of systems in need of attention-"
"Will end up staying exactly the same, because your boss has better things to do than devote resources to getting us up and running again," one of the cronies snarled, bobbing forward as the fluffy accountant cringed backwards. "Isn't that right? We'll just keep her patched up until we make it to a real shipyard, with competent mechanics instead of airheaded rejects!"
The floor of the corridor cracked under Yegel's talons as they clenched, clawing grooves into the industrial flooring until he realized what he was doing. Thankfully they were too engrossed in their own conversation to have noticed, so he was able to carefully extract his claws from the divots he'd accidentally carved.
It was a coincidence, they didn't know what they were talking about, he reminded himself. They were just making a general judgement of remote postings like this, and they wouldn't even be wrong about most of them- Jelliba was the exception, not the rule.
He'd heard her talking about that ship, actually- apparently it was one of the older models, one that had been modified for combat rather than designed for it, and was apparently starting to really show it's age. She'd been excited about the chance to crack it open, talking about ways she could not just fix, but improve it- using terms and words that flew right over his head, but with an excitement that made him smile.
From the sound of it though, she'd have to be disappointed- while what they were doing was a breach of protocol, it wasn't the first time the navy would insist on waiting until they reached a major port before scheduling repairs for any but the most serious issues. Remote outposts like this didn't exactly have a reputation for having the equipment or engineers to get ships up and running in a timely fashion.
Yegel sighed, forcing himself to turn away from the confrontation. It wasn't his problem- he didn't even know the guy. It was too risky to intervene- he couldn't afford another strike like that, especially since he was already on punishment duty. They might even have a point- he didn't know what was going on for sure, so who was he to step in?
Better to play it safe. Wasn't the first time this sort of thing had happened after all, wouldn't be the last.
"Don't know what you guys are talking about, saying she'll go to a repair yard," the other crony interrupted Yegel's thoughts. "With how decrepit she is, a scrapyard is the only place she's going-"
"SHHH!" the boss snarled, feathers flaring as he battered the crony with his wings. "don't fucking say it, you idiot!"
"I'm sorry," the Ventil interrupted, cringing away from the violent display, "b-but policy indicates that she is not currently in an unsalvageable state, a-and if she were to suffer damage on the journey that made such an assignment necessary, when action could have been taken to prevent it, t-then-"
"But it can't be prevented!" the Boss snapped at the cowering pencil-pusher, flapping into the air to rake his claws through the Ventil's wool, drawing a startled cry from the unfortunate soul. "And we're not going to play these patchwork games anymore- you're going to fix those numbers, and we're going to leave with that ship in a week's time, and that's final!"
"M... m-my position," the now-sobbing accountant blubbered from where he'd curled up on the ground, "I-I can't- if they find I edited official inspections- t-the punishments for tampering with essential equipment maintenance- I'd lose my job, my career- be b-b-blacklisted from-"
"Then don't get caught," his tormentor drawled, as if spelling something obvious out for a hatchling who had plucked his pinions. "It's not like the oversight in these backwaters is particularly stringent, after all."
One of the cronies noticed Yegel, feathers rising in a threat display as he glared from one eye at the intruder. Silently challenging him to step forward and do something, or to speak up.
Yegel forced himself to take a step away from the situation he'd stumbled across. Then two, three, four... taking careful mental focus to avoid digging his claws into the floor again.
It wasn't his problem, and he already had problems to spare.
It wasn't anything he hadn't seen before.
It wasn't worth it.
He couldn't afford it- he couldn't have another incident- to risk his punishment assignments being made even worse.
The crony relaxed, turning his back to Yegel as he refocused on their victim.
Five steps. Six steps- the turn was right up ahead, and then he'd be away, free from dealing with this.
"Of course," the Krakotl sneered down at the cowering accountant, "if you really have such an issue helping us out with this, we can just go someone else to fix it for us."
Having such a wide field of vision meant Yegel could see the Ventil's expression of tearful hope even with his back turned, the overwhelmed paper-pusher clearly desperate for any way out of his current predicament.
"Yeah, that seems simple enough," one of the cronies drawled, smirking down at the Ventil's hopeful expression. "Just make a formal complaint about your manipulation of Essential Equipment Maintenance reports, with an explanation of the 'proper' results... and that should fix the issue real well."
The Ventil choked, the hope in his eyes smothered beneath the growing void of horror and despair.
"Heck, why are we still talking about this?" the leader chuckles, stepping away from the frozen accountant. "Let's just go do it- I'm sure one of the accountants who knows how these things work will help us out. Good luck with your next career, fuzzball!"
"No..." their victim choked, reaching out and clutching at the air. "No, no please, you can't-"
"Who do you think they'll believe," the Krakotl smirks, dismissively pushing the Ventil back against the wall, "A paper-pusher still on his probation period, freshly shipped in to a place that's known as the dumping ground for failures, or a decorated fleet officer with the testimony of his crew?"
The Ventil clutched the leg pinning him down, mouth moving up and down, only for no sound to come out, tears streaming from his wide, dilated eyes, choking on air as he sobbed.
And Yegel sighed, blowing out a stream of air, shoulders slumping from their tensed position to a fully relaxed slump.
Damnit.
Damn it all to Maltos.
"How about the engineers who did the inspection in the first place?" he announced loudly, turning around to face the startled group, approaching them in strides that felt light as the wind. "I imagine that their personal explanations of the ship's failing sublight drives and malfunctioning water pumps might punch some rather large holes in your narrative."
The leader's glare could melt steel as he visibly sized up the newcomer, sneering as he realized that he needed to tilt his head downwards to meet Yegel's gaze. "Butt out of this, boy," he scoffs, feathers puffed as he spreads his wings to increase his profile, the lackeys behind him doing the same. "This doesn't concern you- and if you know what's best for your continued career, you'll keep it that way."
"Actually," Yegel drawled, his feathers forcibly relaxed as he stood firm against their attempts at intimidation, "the swarm of inspectors that would come from any report of tampering with essential equipment would be incredibly inconvenient for everyone on this base, so I'm afraid it very much DOES concern me." Quietly letting air flow in through his nose to slowly inflate his chest, he spread his legs in a loose, relaxed stance, wings held close in a carefully limp dangle at his sides. "So I suggest you forget about this whole thing, turn around, and prep the crew of the Crimson Pinion for transfer to other ships, or an extended stay on our base."
The two cronies boggled at him, taken aback by his lack of response to three krakotl bigger than him showing threat displays, their wings drooping as they glanced between each other and took a subconscious step back. The Ventil on the floor stared at him like a drowning man seeing a lifeline thrown his way, eyes burning with desperate hope tinged with the black of choking fear.
The leader, however... his eyes tried their best to bore holes into Yegel, his crown of feathers flexed to their maximum extent, wings quivering with rage as he swelled up and loomed over Yegel.
"Well, sounds like you want to play officer, don't you?" the leader sneered down his beak. "But you really should have kept on walking. Now it looks like this paper-pusher had an accomplice in their altering of official documents. Do you really want to deal with those kinds of charges, so early in your career?"
If Kallik was here, he'd have stepped in with sweet words and some sort of intelligent argument, probably making the leader look stupid and thanking Kallik for the opportunity.
If Yegel's mind was clearer, he would have taken inspiration from that, and taken the time to think up which specific policies could be brought up to diffuse the situation- or to at least convince them to back off.
But with his mind clouded by frustration and a lack of restful sleep, whatever answers there might have been to resolve this without causing problems eluded him. Instead, he calmed his breathing, loosened the iron grip he always maintained on his Krakotl instincts, and fell back on his natural response to a bully facing him down.
"Better that than charges of Sabotage of Critical Material," Yegel shot back, talons planted as he returned the leader's burning stare with cold detachment.
His opponent's eyes narrowed. "Now that's a stretch if I've ever heard one. We're just keeping the ship flying until we reach an actual repair port, after all-"
"But that's not your actual plan, is it?" Yegel shot back, stepping from one talon to the other, carefully flexing them and testing his claws. In the corner of his vision, he saw the other two Krakotl dancing back and forth, flapping halfway into the air in an instinctual attempt to scare him off. "You're actually hoping that when you make a jump, or maybe the jump after that, the ship will suffer a catastrophic failure that will justify scrapping it instead of making an attempt at repairs. Am I right?"
The leader blinked,turning his head to focus one eye on Yegel, while his subordinates shared worried glances as the silence stretched.
"Damn smart brat, aren't you?" he finally rumbled, talons creating an ear-grating screech as they carved deep divots into the floor. "That junker has been slowing us down for years, and I am not letting this cycle of having a few months of actual functional fleet action before she trundles back in to slow us down again keep going!"
This would be the correct point to try and diffuse the situation- to try and pressure them into leaving without trouble. If Yegel's mind was clearer, he would have taken that option to avoid another report being filed against him.
But his heart was thundering in his own ears, and after so many days of mental exhaustion, the call of a simpler option proved too strong to resist.
So instead, he gave the leader a condescending smirk. "Wow, you actually admitted it. I didn't think you were that dumb, yet here we are."
The lackeys hissed angrily at him, stalking right up to him and snapping their beaks, their angry display undercut by the worried glances they kept giving each other and their boss.
Yegel breathed out, forcibly releasing some of the building tension in his body. Loose, he needed to stay loose. No Kallik here backing him up, so he needed to stay mobile- be ready to react to all three of them at once.
"Trying to play cute, kid? You're as dumb as a Yotul if you think this is going to go the way you want." The leader's growling strained Yegel's self-control to the limit, the pitch of his furious jabs tugging at something primal that told him to puff himself up in his own threat display, to try and scare away the threat before he got hurt.
With practiced ease, he pushed that instinct down, heart pounding in his ears as he forced his feathers to stay relaxed. He had to keep calm- couldn't afford to simply give in to the aggressive krakotl instincts that all the rest could freely flex. Instead, he needed to control it- channel it; keep it held close to his heart like a burning power core.
"Actually, I think that's exactly how it's going to play out," he retorted with forced calmness, continuing to smirk as he puffed out his chest and spread his wings behind his back- an intentional slight that fanned the flames in his opponent's eyes. "Though it's cute that you think you can stop me."
His wings stayed behind his back, relaxed and loose- just as he'd learned to keep them time and time again. His knees stayed bent, stance straight and steady, eyes clear as he focused on the krakotl in front of him. Watching their beak clench, their eyes burn with rage, their legs tense as they kicked off the ground...
The cronies following him forward, one to either flank, hanging back just enough to let their leader get the first strike, and set the standard for how badly they were allowed to hurt the threat.
One flap of the leader's wings to gain height, torso leaned forward with his momentum. A second flap to stabilize, swinging his hips forward, talons already open and beginning to reach forward.
A classic move, expertly executed- an instinctive strike that came naturally to Krakotl, to give a blow and perhaps shallow cuts to the perceived threat and convince it to back off. It was almost an automatic response from any Krakotl who was angry enough, effective at getting their point across, and unlikely enough to cause serious damage that there was rarely cause for repercussions.
Yegel had never been able to do it himself- without the ability to fly, to get himself even an inch off the ground, he'd never been able to do something that came instinctively to everyone else.
But he'd seen it enough to learn how to counter it.
Shooting forward, his own talons dug into the floor, sending him speeding right towards the incoming leader. A twist of his shoulders let him squeeze right between their talons, avoiding the startled bird's attack and inserting himself right into their personal bubble. His own wings snapped up, slamming into the bottom of his opponent's talons and lifting them as high as he could, sending his opponent tumbling backwards with a squawk.
Then, with talons dug deep into the floor, he clenched his belly and pushed his wings downward as hard as he could, beak open in a violent screech. Disoriented from having his world spun upside down, the leader had no time to recover before he was slammed into the ground head-first.
The hallway rang with the sickening wet crack of a rigid skull on the unyielding floor. The leader's challenging cry cut off in strangled hacking through a bent windpipe, his eyes glazed over as Yegel pushed him away, crumpling to the floor in an uncoordinated heap.
Yegel's eyes rolling in two different directions, his field of view expanding as each eye focused on a different approaching crony. Once doing this had been incredibly disorienting, and he'd still probably have a minor headache tomorrow- but given how often he'd been on his own against a group, necessity had forced him to learn to manage it anyways.
The hallway was cramped by Krakotl standards, which was a blessing and a curse- they couldn't fly up and make harassing runs at him, but he couldn't easily get away from them either. The only way out was through- and he wouldn't be able to avoid getting hurt.
Twisting to the right, he took advantage of their moment of stunned shock and went for one of the startled henchmen. Pushing aside a sloppy talon-strike with his leading wing, he drove his other wing deep into their gut, rotating his hips to maximize the power behind the strike.
No time to follow up- he had to yank his wing back from the doubled-over krakotl and duck under his friend's attempts to claw up Yegel's wings. The other crony flapped backwards before Yegel could land a hit, blinking as his buddies' conditions started to register- but Yegel pursued before he could fully escape.
Stomping down to pin their talon to the floor, he followed up by slamming his shoulder into their chest. The crony found all the air forcibly driven from his lungs, wheezing as he tried to push Yegel away with frantic slapping from his wings.
Claws raked into Yegel's back, feathers flying as he hissed in pain. Didn't feel too deep, but that didn't matter if they started adding up. He needed to end this quickly, before they could fully take advantage of their numbers.
The one he had pinned kept battering him with wing-blows, but clearly wasn't used to having his opponent this close. A quick upward snap of Yegel's own wing, straight into their wing-joint, and the hall echoed another stomach-churning crack of shifting bones.
Screeching in pain, the crony hopped backwards the second Yegel released their talons, nursing their aching wing- it didn't look dislocated thankfully, so he wouldn't get in trouble for that, but it should slow that one down.
Jumping over the still-prone leader, Yegel pushed as hard as he could off of the ground, jump through the air towards the hunched-over second crony still holding his gut with one wing. Claws extended, his instincts told him to aim his talons right towards their exposed neck-
-"I-I'm sorry, I did what you asked-"-
-pain, lancing through his body, pulsing in time to the hum of electricity-
-"-you devil-child!"-
-forcing his talons to spread just in time, his foot landed flat on their throat, slamming them backwards into the corridor wall. Struggling to push away the shaking shock, Yegel crouched against the pinned crony before backflipping away, putting all the force into his opponent's throat and chest and leaving them clawing at their own throat.
However, he was still distracted by painful memories, and stumbled on the landing. His ankle twinged painfully as he barely avoided twisting it, wings flapping uselessly as he tried to steady himself.
Unfortunately, his opponents had no intention of letting that happen, and he paid for giving them an opening. Pain exploded in his chest as one of them took advantage of his distraction, clawing three lines across his torso before flapping backwards away from retaliation. The bright purple of his blood blended in with his own purple feathers, but the warm sticky feeling that began matting those feathers down was an indication that this would need more than a quick bandaging to fix.
Skipping backwards away from another strike, Yegel cursed to himself as the cuts on his chest throbbed in time with the ones on his back, the pain grounding him and bringing him back down to reality. Thankfully not deep enough to impede his movement, but they would add up over time- and he couldn't count on staying lucky.
There was a lull as both sides sized up their competition, Yegel's posture low and wings raised as his feathers spread in a full threat display, trying to ignore the twinging aches across his shoulders and the tugging at his wounds- he couldn't risk showing weakness now.
Across from him, his opponents looked to be in rough shape, their leader still stumbling with unfocused eyes, one crony keeping a wing carefully folded at his side, while the last still clutched his throat and fought to suck in wheezing breaths.
The moment of reprieve stretched as both sides continued eyeing each other, looking for any sign of aggression or weakness from the other. Yegel could see the familiar glint of fear in their eyes, the former self-assured bravado nowhere to be seen as they reconsidered their chances.
Then their leader, head still clutched in his wing, took a stumbling step backwards- and then another. His lackeys followed his lead, hissing and screeching at Yegel as they slowly backed down the corridor, never taking their worried eyes off of him.
"Your commander... will hear of this," their leader hissed, doing his best to glare at Yegel through unfocused eyes.
"I'm sure he will," Yegel growled back, hissing and faking a lunge forward- and watching them scramble back in fear. "And when he does, I'll be happy to share everything with him."
His opponent cawed in rage, but continued limping backwards, beak visibly grinding in frustration. Whatever he might have wanted to say, he thought better of it- or was simply too concussed to properly form the sentences.
Finally, the battered group of avians made it to an intersection of the corridor, and carefully backed their way down a different path. The last thing he saw was their leader's furious eyes before he disappeared around the corner.
Yegel carefully waited, refusing to relax and drop his guard, instead listening as their steady retreat devolved into the chaotic clattering of talons on rock as they apparently took off running. Wracking his brain, he mentally plotted out what he knew of the passages in this section of the base, making sure they weren't simply doubling back to catch him off-guard. Only several moments after the sound of their retreat had faded did he allow his wings to drop to his side, groaning in pain as he clutched the bleeding divots carved into his chest.
Inhaling deeply, he winced at the way the cuts on his chest tugged painfully with the expansion, forcing himself to hold it for a moment before slowly breathing back out. As his hammering heart slowed, the tingling fog of adrenaline began to clear, the hallway almost seeming to tilt side to side as he came back down from that state of heightened awareness.
Taking careful, deliberate steps, he turned around to fully face the Ventil, who had apparently remained frozen in place throughout that entire mess. Stepping forward, he winced as pain shot through his talons- apparently he'd landed worse than he'd realized.
"S-sorry about all that," he quietly apologized, pushing down the pain to deal with later. Forcibly flattening his feathers and lowering his stance to look smaller, he held out a wing to help the Ventil up. "They didn't hurt you too bad, did th-"
Instead of taking the offered appendage, the Ventil jerked backwards, scooting away down the side of the wall. Eyes filled with fear stayed focused on Yegel as the fuzzy accountant whimpered, curling up on themselves and shrinking as small as he could.
"Hey," Yegel whispered, ignoring the clenching of his heart. "Hey, it's okay, they're gone now. I'm trying to-"
With a sharp cry, the Ventil burst to his feet, sprinting down the hall away from him as fast as his paws could take him.
Yegel's wing stayed suspended in the air, still reaching towards the fleeing Ventil until he vanished around the corner. Slowly, the useless appendage dropped back to his side. His other wing came up and clutched at the sharp aching in his chest that had nothing to do with his wounds.
With a sigh, Yegel put his back against the wall, hissing at the pressure on his still-bleeding injuries and battered shoulders that were already beginning to bruise. Resting his head backwards, he closed his eyes and let himself retreat back into his own head.
Stupid. That whole mess was stupid of him. He should have just kept walking. Now he was going to have to deal with whatever report those idiots filed- and while Jelliba would definitely get enough Engineer testimony to prove their misconduct, having this on top of his current punishment was sure to get ugly for him.
...At least the Ventil had gone in the opposite direction of his attackers, so they shouldn't run into each other again.
Damnit, it had been years since he'd been this sloppy- dealing with these humans was taking a greater toll on him than he'd realized.
Nothing he could do about it now though- continuing to worry about the inevitable wouldn't do him any good. He needed to focus on something that was within his ability to change- like the source of the stress that had left him so vulnerable to his instincts.
Even now, the adrenaline and fog of instinct were fading, leaving him with an aching body and a tired mind. The questions that had been tormenting him began bubbling back up, now that the distraction was gone... but now they seemed more subdued, quieter. Or maybe he'd simply exhausted his ability to think about it.
At least today he might get some answers to those questions. Yes, that sounded good- delving back into those human videos to find some closure was exactly what he needed.
Groaning in pain, he pushed himself off of the wall, wincing at the sticky tugging at the gouges in his back that had adhered to the wall from his blood. Ignoring the grisly stain he'd left behind, he pushed himself forward, slowly limping his way down the empty corridor.
First, a stop by the medical office to get patched up- fights between krakotl were common enough that they shouldn't ask too many questions. Then, he'd get back to work, and finally get some answers.
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"Of fucking course," Yegel groaned, his new bandages tugging at his feathers as his head buried itself in his wings.
Because why wouldn't this installment start with a flashback to a few hours earlier in the setting, rather than actually giving him some answers.
Sighing heavily, he glared at the screen as his chin came to rest on his crossed wings. Needing to lean forward to avoid pressing his injuries against the back of his chair was annoying- just one more frustration on top of everything else.
At least getting some insight into how the titan attack had been so devastating was interesting- if these Scouts were like human Exterminators, then of course the bad luck of them being out on assignment when the attack hit would lead to disaster.
The two characters being introduced were initially annoying, since he wanted them to hurry up and get back to the important part of figuring out what was up with Eren- he'd turned into a titan somehow, and Yegel needed answers about that! Yet, he couldn't help but find himself being drawn to them- especially as the way they behaved, with the aloof and serious guy and energetic bubbly girl (at least he thought the one with long hair was a girl) was, well... familiar.
...Though, Jelliba got that excited over mechanics and new machines she was getting the chance to work on, not encountering horrible monsters, so clearly they weren't exactly the same. When the short one said he already saw an Abnormal, Yegel tensed, fully expecting an attack, but the long-haired human just excitedly looked around, asking where. If he imagined himself and Jelliba in that situation-
-and then the short one grabbed her head and forced it towards himself, saying the Abnormal was "right here."
Yegel blinked. After too long of a moment, he waved away some... strange thoughts that had conjured up. He really must be out of it today.
Ignoring that... strangeness, it was kind of interesting to hear the way they talked about the scouting regiment- their 30% casualty rate was brought up in a way that seemed to imply that was considered high, but compared to the risks of exterminators deployed to remote areas or prepping new planets for colonization, those were pretty standard figures.
Though, seeing a human scout halfway inside of a titan's mouth, getting chewed on as he yelled in defiance, was a pretty effective way of showing that just because such figures were standard didn't make the reality any less horrifying.
Why did the human feel the need to keep struggling against the monster?! All his act of defiance accomplished was provoking it into going from absentminded chewing to deliberately biting down- an act that had Yegel retching from both the sound and the way blood sprayed out, coating the human's face.
What even was the point of continuing to fight in such a hopeless situation? The human was screaming something about Captain Levi- did he really think just one more fighter would make a difference?
Then there was the hiss of maneuver-gear wires whistling by behind the titan- and in a single flash of motion, Levi arrived- and the titan fell to the ground.
Yegel couldn't help gaping like a fish at the screen, struggling to comprehend a human having taken out a titan so easily- and acting so nonchalant about it! After seeing humans struggling so much against the titans, even with numbers on their side, to see such a reversal of that dynamic was jarring.
His nonsensical orders afterwards didn't help- sending someone to look after the human that had been getting chewed on? They weren't safe yet, and the guy had been in a titan's mouth- why waste manpower on a lost cause like that? Though at least that kind of made sense when you remembered humans seemed to have empathy, so while dumb it was at least well-intentioned...
His order to send the rest of his squad after one titan, while he went after two on his own?! How dumb could this human be?!
And yet, seeing his squad take out their titan so easily, with Hange acting so happy and energetic even as she dodged a blow from it's massive hand, followed by Levi utterly dismantling the other two titans with a mix of spinning blades and disinterested condescension... apparently Levi was just that strong.
He should have been horrified by such violence, but after seeing the titans and their monstrosity on display for so long, he couldn't help but feel a spark of vindication at their demise. Of course, Levi's apparent disdain for blood also helped with that- it was strange to see a predator's reaction to having their hands covered in blood be to whisper "disgusting." Especially one who seemed so adept at predatory violence.
The way Levi said "disgusting" was... a different kind of problem- one he pushed to the back of his mind and firmly stomped down on until it stopped moving. He'd deal with whatever the heck that was later.
So, these were the human's version of Exterminators, then? He could see how they had developed such a fearsome reputation- and why Eren aspired to join their ranks.
Unfortunately, Yegel had been right about the human getting chewed on- the one assigned to help him wasn't able to stop his bleeding, and his fate was all but sealed. It was sad, seeing him reaching out towards Levi, asking if his death would have meaning. Unfortunately, his hand was blood-soaked, and Levi didn't like blood, so-
-Apparently Levi was willing to set that aside and grasp his soldier's blood-soaked hand, as he launched into a passionate speech about how his death would have meaning, and how humanity had made great strides because of him. And he kept talking, trying to comfort a dying man, until his subordinate interrupted to tell him that the soldier was already dead.
Seeing such a cold killer with such a shaken look on his face at his subordinate's death was yet another reminder of how humans refused to fit into the role of predator or prey properly- the Arxur would have already left such a weak link behind. Even now, they were ignoring the potential food of the corpses around them in order to question whether he heard them before he died, and to muse on how the look on his face was so peaceful. It was the sort of respect for the dead you'd expect from the Federation, not violent meat-eaters.
...Humans really were different, weren't they? Obviously there had been signs of that all along, especially with how they refused to fit into one category or another, but each time another piece of evidence popped up reinforcing that idea, it made an idea at the back of his head a little louder, more insistent.
Maybe... it would have been possible to coexist with humans? Not without Federation intervention of course, there were still aspects that were completely unacceptable, but... maybe if humans had been the first predators the Federation found, things might have turned out differently. With warriors like that who'd been bettered by the Federation, maybe even cured of their hunger for meat, maybe the Arxur could have been crushed as soon as they showed up.
It was a stupid thought of course- in the end, humans hadn't been able to avoid nuking themselves into extinction- but still, after everything he'd seen of the Arxur, these humans were at least trying to be something more than slavering flesh-tearing monsters.
Back in the show, their commander had turned up and called a retreat, despite Levi's protests- apparently titans had been observed massing towards the city, and the commander deduced that it must be like what happened five years ago. Which knowing what was happening back at the city, gave Yegel some hope that maybe things would improve once these elites showed up- even if just by burning the city down.
Hearing Eren's voice as the scene shifted to the city in question, Yegel couldn't help but perk up. As interesting as seeing the human Exterminators in action had been, he'd been so eager to get back to this because he needed answers to whether Eren was a monster or not. He leaned forward, focusing in and preparing to see his questions answered...
...Only to find himself transported straight to hell. Or more specifically, the belly of the titan that ate Eren.
(Continued Below)
2023.03.26 21:55 Kitchen_Ad4142 I feel my game lacks tabletop design fundamentals
 | I've developed a prototype for a light 2P asymmetrical "wargame" with no dice-rolling nor cards. submitted by Kitchen_Ad4142 to tabletopgamedesign [link] [comments] I think the fact that I have more of a videogames background is hurting the design currently - how much I don't know. It's not necessarily that there's too much bookkeeping between turns, and even if I made it more "board-gamey" I think I'd still like keep the dudes-on-a-map framework. In this game, Humans control up to two mech-like units and try to seize larvae (eggs) from an alien species and deliver them at the other end of the board, all the while keeping alien numbers in check - there's multiple breeder structures that grow every turn, which are defended by hidden alien units of various types (think block wargame but only for one side, a bit dungeon-crawly :d). Notable mechanics are:
Game ready to start Now, there are a number of potential issues there, and I'd ask you to tell me honestly how problematic they are, up to being a no-go for modern board game design:
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2023.03.26 21:34 BreezeTheBlue Fixing the Key Yuumi Issues: A Re-Rework!
Long Post Ahead!
I am aware that many people develop rework ideas for champions, but I intend to follow Riot's patterns and keep the rework similar to the champion as she is now. With that said, I, a Yuumi lover, recognize the primary point of contention among League of Legends players is the attaching/untargetability mechanic. Additionally, Yuumi mains seem to hold disdain for Riot forcing them to be attached at all times. I will present my solutions here:
Feline Friendship: provides ability bonuses to the best friend (will get to that mechanic soon). She still heals herself and collects a heal from attacking with AA or her Q. The heal animation is the same for both her and her BF/target. If another player is not targeted, she gains the additional heal.
Prowling Projectile: increased range and damage, and is able to be steered for a short time before accelerating. Is Empowered after a short time, and slows enemies.
You and Me!: rather than attaching and becoming un-targetable, Yuumi selects her best friend at the start of a match. Yuumi's heals and shields on this target are empowered via Feline Friendship. Yuumi can continue to roam freely and assist other players, but is still semi-connected to her Best Friend (animation is the same with the BF icon under the player she chooses). She can select this ability again to dash to an ally and heal them after she collects a heal from her passive. This does not Proc Aery (that is reserved for the shield).
Bop n Block: select either herself or an ally to shield for a short time (procs Aery). Her BF will have additional effects (shield is stronger and lasts longer, and provides a small speed boost).
Final Chapter: Yuumi unleashes the power of book to fire 6 waves of magical energy at enemies. She can steer these waves and move around during the channel. Enemies are stunned for 3 seconds after being hit by 3 waves. The waves are sped up and reach farther, similar to pre-rework Yuumi. The waves heal allies inside of them as well as CCing and damaging enemies.
Additional Information: Yuumi's AP ratios can be increased to compensate for the removal of attachment. She will be able to choose between a full support utility build (Moonstone, Ardent Censer etc.) and a full ap poke build. Keep her AP ratios balanced so that AP builds do not spin out of control, focusing AP buffs on her heal and shield, rather than damage. A damage build will gain boosts from items. Her health should be increased so that she can survive, since she will have no body shield to rely on. Her other defenses can be built through support items that provide magic resist, but she should still have reasonable vulnerabilities so she can be shut down the same way Soraka would be in laning phase if she makes bad decisions/bad positioning.
The goal with this design is as follows: eliminate attachment and un-targetability to remove what many see as an unfair design and an afk playstyle. AFK playstyle is deleted. Yuumi remains a support that newcomers and longtime fans of her can enjoy with mechanics that require some decision making and skill. People enjoy her free roaming playstyle more, and she can now be a stronger, balanced enchanter alongside Lulu, Soraka etc. without becoming a drain on allied and enemy teams. The BF/healing mechanic would be the main adjustment as everything else is either just a buffed skill or better stats for Yuumi. The Best Friend mechanic is reasonable as it lets Yuumi select who gets stronger heals and shields (which is still her primary focus, although poking and helping push lane is still necessary), but her non BFs would still reap the benefits. One option is to provide her with 3 BF charges so that she can change her BF, in case of an inting marksman or a leaver. This mechanic is reduced to 2 in ARAM. This keeps her focused on buffing her marksmen in laning phase the way a Soraka would. Additionally, this rework is a semi-revert of her old kit (minus the You and Me changes), which hopefully lets players experiment with different builds and runes. I want to bring back the days of Dark Harvest, full AP Sorcery and other builds being used with success. Flexibility is key.
Some adjustment nerfs/buffs would take place as in normal. but I believe eliminating the attachment/invulnerability aspect of her kit will benefit both her players who want an active playstyle, and her enemies who feel have an un targetable enemy is unfair (hopefully reducing the hatred for her). Please let me know what you think of my suggestions here, and if you have any questions. Thanks!
submitted by BreezeTheBlue to yuumimains [link] [comments]
I am aware that many people develop rework ideas for champions, but I intend to follow Riot's patterns and keep the rework similar to the champion as she is now. With that said, I, a Yuumi lover, recognize the primary point of contention among League of Legends players is the attaching/untargetability mechanic. Additionally, Yuumi mains seem to hold disdain for Riot forcing them to be attached at all times. I will present my solutions here:
Feline Friendship: provides ability bonuses to the best friend (will get to that mechanic soon). She still heals herself and collects a heal from attacking with AA or her Q. The heal animation is the same for both her and her BF/target. If another player is not targeted, she gains the additional heal.
Prowling Projectile: increased range and damage, and is able to be steered for a short time before accelerating. Is Empowered after a short time, and slows enemies.
You and Me!: rather than attaching and becoming un-targetable, Yuumi selects her best friend at the start of a match. Yuumi's heals and shields on this target are empowered via Feline Friendship. Yuumi can continue to roam freely and assist other players, but is still semi-connected to her Best Friend (animation is the same with the BF icon under the player she chooses). She can select this ability again to dash to an ally and heal them after she collects a heal from her passive. This does not Proc Aery (that is reserved for the shield).
Bop n Block: select either herself or an ally to shield for a short time (procs Aery). Her BF will have additional effects (shield is stronger and lasts longer, and provides a small speed boost).
Final Chapter: Yuumi unleashes the power of book to fire 6 waves of magical energy at enemies. She can steer these waves and move around during the channel. Enemies are stunned for 3 seconds after being hit by 3 waves. The waves are sped up and reach farther, similar to pre-rework Yuumi. The waves heal allies inside of them as well as CCing and damaging enemies.
Additional Information: Yuumi's AP ratios can be increased to compensate for the removal of attachment. She will be able to choose between a full support utility build (Moonstone, Ardent Censer etc.) and a full ap poke build. Keep her AP ratios balanced so that AP builds do not spin out of control, focusing AP buffs on her heal and shield, rather than damage. A damage build will gain boosts from items. Her health should be increased so that she can survive, since she will have no body shield to rely on. Her other defenses can be built through support items that provide magic resist, but she should still have reasonable vulnerabilities so she can be shut down the same way Soraka would be in laning phase if she makes bad decisions/bad positioning.
The goal with this design is as follows: eliminate attachment and un-targetability to remove what many see as an unfair design and an afk playstyle. AFK playstyle is deleted. Yuumi remains a support that newcomers and longtime fans of her can enjoy with mechanics that require some decision making and skill. People enjoy her free roaming playstyle more, and she can now be a stronger, balanced enchanter alongside Lulu, Soraka etc. without becoming a drain on allied and enemy teams. The BF/healing mechanic would be the main adjustment as everything else is either just a buffed skill or better stats for Yuumi. The Best Friend mechanic is reasonable as it lets Yuumi select who gets stronger heals and shields (which is still her primary focus, although poking and helping push lane is still necessary), but her non BFs would still reap the benefits. One option is to provide her with 3 BF charges so that she can change her BF, in case of an inting marksman or a leaver. This mechanic is reduced to 2 in ARAM. This keeps her focused on buffing her marksmen in laning phase the way a Soraka would. Additionally, this rework is a semi-revert of her old kit (minus the You and Me changes), which hopefully lets players experiment with different builds and runes. I want to bring back the days of Dark Harvest, full AP Sorcery and other builds being used with success. Flexibility is key.
Some adjustment nerfs/buffs would take place as in normal. but I believe eliminating the attachment/invulnerability aspect of her kit will benefit both her players who want an active playstyle, and her enemies who feel have an un targetable enemy is unfair (hopefully reducing the hatred for her). Please let me know what you think of my suggestions here, and if you have any questions. Thanks!
2023.03.26 21:22 PilzGalaxie I would appreciate any help or advise so I can do my best for my very first Aquarium!
 | https://preview.redd.it/ox31phw7o4qa1.jpg?width=1600&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=877a323be204d4da123729327abc9ed65be19fcc submitted by PilzGalaxie to Aquariums [link] [comments] What you're looking at is a 60cm (about 60ish liter) tank. The ground is gravel and the hardscapes are some nice rocks with many holes/minicaves as hideouts. Plants: Egeria densa (left) - will hopefully develope into a little forest. Hygrophilia corymbosa 'Siamensis 53B' (middle) Cryptocoryne wendtii 'Green' (right) Marsilea hirsuta patches will hopefully develop into a lush groundcover -The Hygrophilia and the Crypto seem to have a diatom film on their leaves. Is this bad or will it just run its course? Water: I use my local tap water, which has the following parameters. pH: 7.53KH: 9,9°GH: 14,9° Mechanics: -6W LED for 10 hours a day-cheap sponge filter pump from amazon-bubble stone so the water doesn't go stale (on/off multiple times a day, 8h on in total) The aquarium has been running for 2-3 wochen now, I did some water changes too. But there are no animals in here yet. But I wanna change that, please help me. _________________________________________________________________________________________ These are my plans:
I know that's a lot of input. But as it is my very first tank, I try to put a lot of thought and effort into it, so I can reduce mistakes and hopefully creaty a nice open little ecosystem. If some of you are interested in helping me and were patient enough to read all of this, I would really love to hear your thoughts on my project. Ever little piece of advice is fully appreciated! |
2023.03.26 20:23 cosmogoblin Fictional version of our world where everybody can teleport at will
This is my first post to worldbuilding, so constructive criticism is welcome.
The world is modern Earth, but every human can teleport. I've considered how this would impact various aspects of society, and will add more as I write them. My main reason for posting is that I would like to write a novel, but don't have the patience, so I expressly give anybody permission to use my work to create something bigger (novel, RPG, etc) - I'd love to read it!
Basic summary
Everybody can teleport freely. This has been the case for all of human history.
How teleportation works
Teleportation applies only to the person - nothing they're touching. During teleport a person finds a region of low density - air - to swap places with. Teleporting takes energy proportional to the mass at the destination. This isn't generally a problem, but it makes it nigh impossible to teleport into solid or liquid objects. Rain is barely more dense than dry air, with no noticeable increase in difficulty. A typical healthy adult can teleport 20-30 times a day without becoming overly tired.
Teleporting does not produce cool Hollywood-style effects. There is no sound, and a person simply appears or disappears. If they teleport into an area with something in the air, such as rain or dust, this will be transported to where they were, and teleporting into wind can leave a brief gust in your absence. It is generally assumed that travel by teleportation occurs at the speed of light, and modern high-framerate cameras have confirmed this to within 0.01%, but only for distances up to about 8 kilometres (after that, the horizon becomes a problem). This, however, is just the time between disappearing and reappearing elsewhere; in practice it takes several seconds of preparation time.
Travel companies
Travel companies are nothing like what they are today. Transport is essentially for freight only, and the equivalent of commercial airlines or train lines are for luggage to be sent on ahead of a planned teleport, and collected or delivered at the other end. Holiday homes as such are rare, but wealthy people may have small rooms, wardrobes essentially, dotted around the world. Every major town and city has a few designated teleport pads, large open spaces with a soft-play surface and absolutely no structures, even temporary ones.
Clothing and accessories
Since clothes don't teleport, clothing is a status symbol. To wear fancy clothes means you don't need to travel far, you have private transport, or you have access to high-quality clothing at your destination; therefore quality clothing is worn by the wealthy to show off their status, and many people do not wear clothes as a matter of course; this means human population density is much higher in warmer regions, with colder regions having wealthy people and those who need to work there (e.g. scientists and miners). Less wealthy people who wear clothes are typically very near where they live, including those who have chosen not to interact with the world (e.g. shut-ins). Travel companies offer clothing for rent (and disposable underwear) at destination hubs; most would rent bog-standard clothing, often only for a few hours. Millions of parents tire of telling their children to put their clothes neatly away, instead of just teleporting out of them. Like clothing, jewelery and make-up are rare, and tattoos almost unheard of, but scarification and branding are common (though far from universal). These are often used to aid identification of individuals or group membership, both voluntarily and as a criminal punishment. Plastic surgery is difficult, and injuries that require stitches or casts make teleporting problematic; people often take a week or two off work to recover from relatively minor wounds. On the other hand, wounds don't often get infected, as before an infection takes hold, a teleport a few metres away can clean the wound very effectively.
Crime
Prisons don't exist. Physical security to prevent theft boils down to preventing people from retrieving items; a locked door won't stop somebody getting in, but a lockbox too small for a human to fit in might. Physical security that prevents people getting out is more common. Some secure rooms contain noxious gases, either continuously or triggered by movement sensors. But why do people steal? To make use of an item. A furniture shop, with sofas and beds, will be significantly different.
These days, physical theft is less of a problem than information theft. Patents are really the only aspect of our intellectual property laws that took off here; anybody can teleport into your office and read your notes, but they can't legally use them if they're subject to patents. Patent law is far stronger here than in our world.
Murder is at once easier and more difficult than in our world. If a person wants another dead, they can teleport into their bedroom while they sleep and catch them unawares; but they cannot bring a weapon, and will have to rely on their wits. Guns can't be brought in; strangulation is possible, but the victim will almost always wake up and teleport away. Attempted murder, on the other hand, is a lot more common, and you can't replicate what they do on cop shows, asking neighbours if they saw somebody approaching the house. With evidence harder to come by, the deterrent is extreme: if convicted of either murder or attempted murder, the penalty is death. Official and private bounty hunters track convicts down and carry out the punishment themselves, and the hardest part is often taking the body to a law enforcement station to claim their prize.
Teleportation education
Everybody needs to learn to teleport. Babies cannot, and so new parents are quite restricted, especially without the consumer-level travel networks our world has. Toddlers can be very annoying if they start teleporting before learning how to control it. An understanding of the destination is required for accurate teleportation; geography lessons are typically compulsory up to school leaving age, and teleportation lessons include:
Basic instruction:
Only humans can teleport. Scientists and priests have pondered this for centuries. Many religious people and organisations believe this is a unique gift from God; but scientists have been trying for years to break it down and figure out exactly what it is that provides this ability. If it can be understood, and then replicated, it may be possible to create teleporters for inanimate objects, truly ushering in a post-scarcity future. But while many theories have been proposed, none have stood up to scrutiny for very long. That said, teleportation research is still a potentially lucrative career path, given the reward to humanity if the problem is solved, and billions are poured into this every year.
Teleportation takes energy, which comes from the individual's personal reserves of chemical energy. Most scientists currently believe each cell provides the energy to teleport itself, although given that not all of a human body is made of cells with energy reserves, this is clearly an incomplete theory and research is ongoing.
Some energy is required simply to teleport, around 100 J per kilogram of body mass. A change in height adds further energy on top of the base, equal to the change in gravitational potential energy: 1 J per metre change per kilogram. Curiously this amount is paid whether moving up or down, and scientists are still unclear where the energy goes when moving downward. For a 70 kg person, this works out to 7,000 J plus 700 J per vertical metre. Teleporting three floors up or down is about 14,000 J, or 3.3 kcal. The additional cost is zero when teleporting elsewhere on the same geodesic, even to the other side of the planet. This means it is easier to teleport to the same height on the other side of the world than it is to teleport upstairs in your own house, and most children understand geodesics by about age 13.
A large height change at once is very taxing. 100 metres is 18 kcal, 1 kilometre is 168 kcal, and the formal edge of the atmosphere, 100 kilometres, is almost 17,000 kcal - one week's recommended caloric intake. While teleporting is banned in most sports, athletics competitions include teleportation events in speed, accuracy and height. The best telethletes can teleport in just under a second (a typical person takes about five seconds), hit a target within 1 centimetre (typical 0.5-1 metre), and travel 1.5 kilometres vertically (typical 50 metres), though post-event recuperation can take a week or so. Recovering from one teleport and preparing for the next takes most people a few minutes, but some practised people can be much faster; the world record from sea-level to the top of Everest is 18 seconds in 6 jumps.
To teleport somewhere, it is critical to know the area. Telethletes' 1 cm accuracy is only achieved with line of sight, and they will study the area before the event. Ordinary people can achieve an accuracy better than 5 cm with somewhere they know very well, like their home or workplace. Major teleport pads are very large, and incoming travellers are cleared off of them immediately. Fortunately, teleporting into solid objects is essentially impossible due to the energy required. People "feel" the area before teleporting, and adjust their aim; schools (and parents) teach children to try teleporting into the ground, and aim gradually higher until they can do it. Aim too high however, and you'll teleport into mid-air. Serious teleport injuries are uncommon, but "teleport knee" is a frequent medical complaint, despite PSA campaigns like "Travelling? Relax!" and "Going on vacation? Bend your knees before you put your feet up!" Another complication is that a person's orientation doesn't change during teleportation, meaning that long-distance travel can leave you lying sideways. Experienced travellers can estimate the destination of others by looking at the angle they tilt their body to before travelling, and compasses and latitude/longitude/elevation markings are as common in public places as clocks.
Travel companies take pains to make their location as clear as possible, and expect (but can't enforce) travellers to book in advance. Since many people opt to go to a teleport hub before travelling long-distance, hubs have large waiting/meeting rooms, and scale models of people at different angles with their city on a sign above them. On the other hand, secure locations like bank vaults are often built at a different elevation and/or angle from the rest of the floor. Rumours that the floors are made of fragile glass with a substantial fall below remain unconfirmed.
Children learn early on that while teleporting can change your location, it can't change your velocity. A person who falls from a large height must teleport to the ground immediately, before their speed becomes too great. Some people set up a crash mat in their home, and practise teleporting onto it with precision, "just in case".
Health problems affect the ability to teleport. Mechanical implants, such as pacemakers or artificial legs, don't go with you; biological implants do, and research is ongoing into producing biological implants for all disabilities. Wheelchairs don't go with you, but can be hired from travel companies. These are not a problem for the ultra-rich who can take private transport; and indeed, being able to spend hours or days travelling is a sign of wealth.
Trade and commerce
This is not a post-scarcity world. For one, there are still limited resources, and they can't be teleported, so logistics problems still exist. And for another, post-scarcity implies that things that are not scarce now were in the past. To the extent that it could be called post-scarcity by us, these people have always lived like this; teleportation has been common throughout human history.
Important infrastructure facilities are guarded much more heavily than they are in our world. A power station will have hundreds of guards, armed with lethal and non-lethal weaponry. The kind of alarm that James Bond might set off is useless if intruders can just teleport away, so instant response is called for. Many such facilities have no front door, though of course they have loading doors for cargo.
Rail is the dominant means of overland transport, and cargo ships over the sea. Private land and sea vehicles are luxury or enthusiast goods, and road infrastructure is primarily pedestrian and cycle paths in major cities, with private taxis from local teleport hubs. People don't commute to work; if they wear clothes at work, they teleport into the changing rooms.
Money exists, and operates much as it does for us. But notes and coins are almost unheard of today. Valuable goods have to be transported physically, but few use precious metals and gems as cash. Money is controlled by centralised banks, and accessed via password.
Historically this came with various problems, and meant trade was almost as limited as it was in our world until recently. In the past, local trade typically used local city-state currency, but trading beyond walking range was as difficult with teleportation as it was in our world without it.
With the advent of global computer systems, people could memorise their usernames and passwords. Of course this meant people would have far fewer unique passwords than we do, and scams were common. Most people now use fingerprints or iris scanners, and recovery of a lost bank account is an arduous process.
Warfare
Resources being in fixed locations, and transport being needed for them, means wars are still a thing. These are curious affairs for residents of our world. Military intelligence is everything. Location on the battlefield is still important, but far less so; a soldier can dodge a bullet as long as they see - or hear - it coming. If you don't take out the enemy with the first bullet, they'll be gone by the time you fire the second. Standard infantry with weapons can be outflanked without warning. A common sight on the battlefield, today and for thousands of years, is a squad of armed soldiers advancing on the enemy, suddenly being beaten and strangled by naked assassins. Point-to-point unarmed strikers are the equivalent of today's marines or yesteryear's ninjas or assassins, and can teleport with a precision of a couple of centimetres. Given the inability to take communications devices with them, strikers rely heavily on intelligence: distance and aerial reconnaissance outdoors, and spotters for enemy bases, who will teleport into a location, quickly memorise their surroundings, and return and relay the information to their comrades. If strikers are the elite, then spotters are the elite of the elite; the skills and training that go into a good spotter mean they rarely risk joining the active assault, and few striker teams have more than one spotter. Other strikers can take on the role if needed but will usually be less effective.
Since there are effectively no nation-states, nation-states don't go to war. Wars are usually carried out between different factions, such as Communities of Interest (see "Political structures" below). Standing armies as described above do exist, but are only a small part of war. Perhaps the most important part is political assassinations. A person designated at-risk by the Assemblies (see below), or a paranoid person with lots of money, will always have armed bodyguards ready to shoot to kill, even watching over them while they sleep.
Political structures
Countries don't exist, or at least not in the way we're used to. Borders can control property, but not people, and it makes little sense for a person to obey a specific set of laws just because they tend to sleep in a specific geographical region. Government is closer to a one-world affair. Rather than communities of geography, people are grouped into Communities of Interest. Each person declares themself to one Community (almost nobody chooses not to); they can change Community at any time, except during the year before the five-yearly election. Communities can be created by anybody, and organise themselves however they like, but they only have any real global power if they have membership of at least 100,000. The election is a simple count of the membership of each Community; for every 100,000 people in a Community, that Community gets one representative in the Junior Assembly (currently 110,000 representatives). Likewise, Junior Representatives form themselves into Coalitions, and for every 100 Junior Representatives in a Coalition, they send one representative to the Senior Assembly (currently numbering 800). Roughly 50 from the Senior Assembly form the Executive Committee to formulate policy, but a majority vote in the Senior Assembly is required to enact legislation. This system has existed in something resembling its present form for thousands of years, and its origins are lost to time.
An exact count of Communities of Interest is not possible due to their fluidity, but political journalists commonly quote half a million. These can include major blocks of tens of millions of people based on religion or broad political principles, special interest communities and single-issue groups with hundreds of thousands of members, minor subcultures with a few hundred people who consider their subculture more important personally than their broader political beliefs, all the way down to families, friendship groups, or even "communities" of one. Only about 12,000 Communities of Interest currently have representation in the Junior Assembly, and while this includes 85% of people, a so-called "direct rep" - a member of the Senior Assembly who is from your Community (rather than just your Community's Coalition) - is the privilege of just 12% of the global population.
There are always some "non-participatory" Communities - those who, due to political indifference, political hostility, or downright apathy, join a Community with the explicit goal of not participating. There are usually a fairly large number of such Communities, each with very small membership; but occasionally one of these can grow to the level of Junior Representation. This most recently happened in 1959, when anger over economic inequality gained the "Just Piss Off" Community 25,000 Junior and 25 Senior Representatives. They dwindled to two Seniors by the next election, and zero thereafter, but their influence is still hotly debated by journalists and political scientists.
There is no single individual at the top. The Senior Assembly forms committees with a specific purpose, and each committee elects a president from their number, but they have little specific power and their position is dissolved when the committee's work concludes. A committee president will generally be the public face of the committee, appearing in public to explain their work, but they have just their own vote during committee meetings. Committees may be a small number of Senior Representatives, but may also invite Junior Representatives and non-Representative experts and members of the public; such people have the same amount of formal power within the committee as the Senior Representatives.
Food and other essentials
Many industries are nationalised. This is not the correct word in a world without nations; the word they use is "Assembled", much to the chagrin of linguists. In particular, food and water are Assembled. These are the only goods which can be taken by a teleporter (provided they consume them first), and it is simply not possible to carry out food production for profit, nor to not carry out food production. Workers in the food and drink industries are paid by the Assembly, and very little food is distributed; people come and take what they want. Food distribution is reserved for restaurants, pubs, and special occasions, and here, payment is primarily for delivery.
The type of food produced is dictated by a standing Committee, based on voting by the Junior Assembly. This gives everybody with a Junior Representative the opportunity to lobby for an increase in production of their preferred food, and many food companies - and in particular, alcoholic drinks companies - have their own Community of Interest with substantial Junior Representation.
Language
I mentioned linguists earlier. Language is a lot easier here. Humans, it is thought, have been able to teleport at least as long as they've had spoken language, and certainly longer than written language. As such there is effectively just one language, although people still tend to live in a particular region, and distinct dialects exist. Still, just about everybody on the planet can understand everybody else. Language evolves over time, and it is unlikely a time traveller from a thousand years ago would get on so easily. That said, they'd have a better time with written communication. Writing is pictographic; broadly, each concept has a glyph to represent it, and diacritics to add nuance. Liberal use of diacritics is commonly seen as a sign of a good education, and a complete lack of diacritics is perceived as crude and vulgar. Other written forms do exist from ancient times, and the written language of today is assumed to have developed as the human population rose, and relatively isolated cultures encountered each other more frequently.
Separate written languages have emerged in recent centuries to express mathematics and science. This was particularly important in early chemistry, as a single distinct glyph for each chemical name quickly become unwieldy. Modern mathematicians and scientists are essentially bilingual, and have developed their own form of non-scientific written communication using scientific symbols. These symbols number only about 200, many originating as chemical elements, and scientific writing is not only unintelligible to the untrained, but also significantly longer; a page of normal writing using glyphs and diacritics, translated into scientific notation, could easily run to twenty pages. Schoolchildren learn the basics of scientific notation, but only those who take advanced scientific study will become fluent.
Religion
A BRIEF NOTE: I am not a bigot. Or at least, I think I'm not; I try not to be. Many people believe in a god, and many people don't, and what I'm describing here is one version of my imagined historical revision based on a world with teleportation. I'm not an expert in any faith, even my own, and there are surely many errors in my historical understanding. The increased or decreased prevalence of a religion in this fictional world is in no way an indication that I think this SHOULD happen; I do not. If you don't like what you read, don't use it. I don't mean to cause any offense, and I apologise if I do.
Religions, as mentioned, exist. There is little difference from our own world in the desire for faith, although there are differences in how religions came about. Monotheism is less common, with many monotheists believing in a divine spirit of the universe rather than a specific individual God. Eastern Dharmic beliefs and Western esotericism have been more popular, and many modern people follow a fusion of the two, called The Path. A minority of Pathists take the name literally, and do not teleport; members of this offshoot are called Walkers.
Buddha existed, and his teachings are more or less unchanged from our world. Buddhists are relatively common.
Judaism does exist, but as the primordial monotheistic faith, rather than a distinct lineage of people. Major events in the real-world history of Judaism include the enslavement of the Israelites and their forty years wandering the desert; this did not happen, and so Jews did not become a tight-knit community, and there is no modern Israel. Today there are a few enclaves around the world, with a third of Jews living in such small groups, and the rest spread among the general population.
Islam is also founded in part on the holding of lands by Muslims and non-Muslims. These events did not happen, and if Mohammad existed, his teachings have been lost to time.
Jesus did exist, and Christianity is very similar. During Jesus' life there were autocratic religious leaders who strictly controlled what the people were allowed to say and do, under penalty of death; although food-poverty never really existed, these leaders lived in luxury at great cost to others. It was this that Jesus preached was sinful. Jesus is particularly noted for surrendering himself to the authorities, in a world where anybody can evade capture if they see it coming. Crucifixion was invented specifically for him. Christianity spread, but not as much, and there is no such thing as Catholic or Protestant; just different flavours of belief.
Atheists are less common. The simple fact that humans are unique in their ability to teleport leads most to believe in something that makes humans special, even after developing an understanding of evolution.
Technology
Technology followed a similar path to our world, with the notable exception of mobile phones. People have cabled computers in their homes and offices, but mobile devices are both less useful and less useable, since you can't teleport with a phone, but you can just teleport back home if you need to use a computer. The internet is just as widespread, and personal cloud computing is even more common; most people have an account with a hosting service, and most computers allow remote logins to access your desktop and files. Internet cafés are very common as meeting places where people can work together on whatever they want to do. Since portable devices never really took off, fixed computers tend to be larger and more powerful.
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The world is modern Earth, but every human can teleport. I've considered how this would impact various aspects of society, and will add more as I write them. My main reason for posting is that I would like to write a novel, but don't have the patience, so I expressly give anybody permission to use my work to create something bigger (novel, RPG, etc) - I'd love to read it!
Basic summary
Everybody can teleport freely. This has been the case for all of human history.
How teleportation works
Teleportation applies only to the person - nothing they're touching. During teleport a person finds a region of low density - air - to swap places with. Teleporting takes energy proportional to the mass at the destination. This isn't generally a problem, but it makes it nigh impossible to teleport into solid or liquid objects. Rain is barely more dense than dry air, with no noticeable increase in difficulty. A typical healthy adult can teleport 20-30 times a day without becoming overly tired.
Teleporting does not produce cool Hollywood-style effects. There is no sound, and a person simply appears or disappears. If they teleport into an area with something in the air, such as rain or dust, this will be transported to where they were, and teleporting into wind can leave a brief gust in your absence. It is generally assumed that travel by teleportation occurs at the speed of light, and modern high-framerate cameras have confirmed this to within 0.01%, but only for distances up to about 8 kilometres (after that, the horizon becomes a problem). This, however, is just the time between disappearing and reappearing elsewhere; in practice it takes several seconds of preparation time.
Travel companies
Travel companies are nothing like what they are today. Transport is essentially for freight only, and the equivalent of commercial airlines or train lines are for luggage to be sent on ahead of a planned teleport, and collected or delivered at the other end. Holiday homes as such are rare, but wealthy people may have small rooms, wardrobes essentially, dotted around the world. Every major town and city has a few designated teleport pads, large open spaces with a soft-play surface and absolutely no structures, even temporary ones.
Clothing and accessories
Since clothes don't teleport, clothing is a status symbol. To wear fancy clothes means you don't need to travel far, you have private transport, or you have access to high-quality clothing at your destination; therefore quality clothing is worn by the wealthy to show off their status, and many people do not wear clothes as a matter of course; this means human population density is much higher in warmer regions, with colder regions having wealthy people and those who need to work there (e.g. scientists and miners). Less wealthy people who wear clothes are typically very near where they live, including those who have chosen not to interact with the world (e.g. shut-ins). Travel companies offer clothing for rent (and disposable underwear) at destination hubs; most would rent bog-standard clothing, often only for a few hours. Millions of parents tire of telling their children to put their clothes neatly away, instead of just teleporting out of them. Like clothing, jewelery and make-up are rare, and tattoos almost unheard of, but scarification and branding are common (though far from universal). These are often used to aid identification of individuals or group membership, both voluntarily and as a criminal punishment. Plastic surgery is difficult, and injuries that require stitches or casts make teleporting problematic; people often take a week or two off work to recover from relatively minor wounds. On the other hand, wounds don't often get infected, as before an infection takes hold, a teleport a few metres away can clean the wound very effectively.
Crime
Prisons don't exist. Physical security to prevent theft boils down to preventing people from retrieving items; a locked door won't stop somebody getting in, but a lockbox too small for a human to fit in might. Physical security that prevents people getting out is more common. Some secure rooms contain noxious gases, either continuously or triggered by movement sensors. But why do people steal? To make use of an item. A furniture shop, with sofas and beds, will be significantly different.
These days, physical theft is less of a problem than information theft. Patents are really the only aspect of our intellectual property laws that took off here; anybody can teleport into your office and read your notes, but they can't legally use them if they're subject to patents. Patent law is far stronger here than in our world.
Murder is at once easier and more difficult than in our world. If a person wants another dead, they can teleport into their bedroom while they sleep and catch them unawares; but they cannot bring a weapon, and will have to rely on their wits. Guns can't be brought in; strangulation is possible, but the victim will almost always wake up and teleport away. Attempted murder, on the other hand, is a lot more common, and you can't replicate what they do on cop shows, asking neighbours if they saw somebody approaching the house. With evidence harder to come by, the deterrent is extreme: if convicted of either murder or attempted murder, the penalty is death. Official and private bounty hunters track convicts down and carry out the punishment themselves, and the hardest part is often taking the body to a law enforcement station to claim their prize.
Teleportation education
Everybody needs to learn to teleport. Babies cannot, and so new parents are quite restricted, especially without the consumer-level travel networks our world has. Toddlers can be very annoying if they start teleporting before learning how to control it. An understanding of the destination is required for accurate teleportation; geography lessons are typically compulsory up to school leaving age, and teleportation lessons include:
Basic instruction:
- How to teleport
- Avoiding hazards (high places, dangerous places)
- Quickly teleporting to a known place (home) in an emergency
- Not ejecting your lunch on arrival
- Energy conservation
- Etiquette
- Planning ahead
- Teleporting to unknown places (research and exploration)
- Rapid-fire teleportation
Only humans can teleport. Scientists and priests have pondered this for centuries. Many religious people and organisations believe this is a unique gift from God; but scientists have been trying for years to break it down and figure out exactly what it is that provides this ability. If it can be understood, and then replicated, it may be possible to create teleporters for inanimate objects, truly ushering in a post-scarcity future. But while many theories have been proposed, none have stood up to scrutiny for very long. That said, teleportation research is still a potentially lucrative career path, given the reward to humanity if the problem is solved, and billions are poured into this every year.
Teleportation takes energy, which comes from the individual's personal reserves of chemical energy. Most scientists currently believe each cell provides the energy to teleport itself, although given that not all of a human body is made of cells with energy reserves, this is clearly an incomplete theory and research is ongoing.
Some energy is required simply to teleport, around 100 J per kilogram of body mass. A change in height adds further energy on top of the base, equal to the change in gravitational potential energy: 1 J per metre change per kilogram. Curiously this amount is paid whether moving up or down, and scientists are still unclear where the energy goes when moving downward. For a 70 kg person, this works out to 7,000 J plus 700 J per vertical metre. Teleporting three floors up or down is about 14,000 J, or 3.3 kcal. The additional cost is zero when teleporting elsewhere on the same geodesic, even to the other side of the planet. This means it is easier to teleport to the same height on the other side of the world than it is to teleport upstairs in your own house, and most children understand geodesics by about age 13.
A large height change at once is very taxing. 100 metres is 18 kcal, 1 kilometre is 168 kcal, and the formal edge of the atmosphere, 100 kilometres, is almost 17,000 kcal - one week's recommended caloric intake. While teleporting is banned in most sports, athletics competitions include teleportation events in speed, accuracy and height. The best telethletes can teleport in just under a second (a typical person takes about five seconds), hit a target within 1 centimetre (typical 0.5-1 metre), and travel 1.5 kilometres vertically (typical 50 metres), though post-event recuperation can take a week or so. Recovering from one teleport and preparing for the next takes most people a few minutes, but some practised people can be much faster; the world record from sea-level to the top of Everest is 18 seconds in 6 jumps.
To teleport somewhere, it is critical to know the area. Telethletes' 1 cm accuracy is only achieved with line of sight, and they will study the area before the event. Ordinary people can achieve an accuracy better than 5 cm with somewhere they know very well, like their home or workplace. Major teleport pads are very large, and incoming travellers are cleared off of them immediately. Fortunately, teleporting into solid objects is essentially impossible due to the energy required. People "feel" the area before teleporting, and adjust their aim; schools (and parents) teach children to try teleporting into the ground, and aim gradually higher until they can do it. Aim too high however, and you'll teleport into mid-air. Serious teleport injuries are uncommon, but "teleport knee" is a frequent medical complaint, despite PSA campaigns like "Travelling? Relax!" and "Going on vacation? Bend your knees before you put your feet up!" Another complication is that a person's orientation doesn't change during teleportation, meaning that long-distance travel can leave you lying sideways. Experienced travellers can estimate the destination of others by looking at the angle they tilt their body to before travelling, and compasses and latitude/longitude/elevation markings are as common in public places as clocks.
Travel companies take pains to make their location as clear as possible, and expect (but can't enforce) travellers to book in advance. Since many people opt to go to a teleport hub before travelling long-distance, hubs have large waiting/meeting rooms, and scale models of people at different angles with their city on a sign above them. On the other hand, secure locations like bank vaults are often built at a different elevation and/or angle from the rest of the floor. Rumours that the floors are made of fragile glass with a substantial fall below remain unconfirmed.
Children learn early on that while teleporting can change your location, it can't change your velocity. A person who falls from a large height must teleport to the ground immediately, before their speed becomes too great. Some people set up a crash mat in their home, and practise teleporting onto it with precision, "just in case".
Health problems affect the ability to teleport. Mechanical implants, such as pacemakers or artificial legs, don't go with you; biological implants do, and research is ongoing into producing biological implants for all disabilities. Wheelchairs don't go with you, but can be hired from travel companies. These are not a problem for the ultra-rich who can take private transport; and indeed, being able to spend hours or days travelling is a sign of wealth.
Trade and commerce
This is not a post-scarcity world. For one, there are still limited resources, and they can't be teleported, so logistics problems still exist. And for another, post-scarcity implies that things that are not scarce now were in the past. To the extent that it could be called post-scarcity by us, these people have always lived like this; teleportation has been common throughout human history.
Important infrastructure facilities are guarded much more heavily than they are in our world. A power station will have hundreds of guards, armed with lethal and non-lethal weaponry. The kind of alarm that James Bond might set off is useless if intruders can just teleport away, so instant response is called for. Many such facilities have no front door, though of course they have loading doors for cargo.
Rail is the dominant means of overland transport, and cargo ships over the sea. Private land and sea vehicles are luxury or enthusiast goods, and road infrastructure is primarily pedestrian and cycle paths in major cities, with private taxis from local teleport hubs. People don't commute to work; if they wear clothes at work, they teleport into the changing rooms.
Money exists, and operates much as it does for us. But notes and coins are almost unheard of today. Valuable goods have to be transported physically, but few use precious metals and gems as cash. Money is controlled by centralised banks, and accessed via password.
Historically this came with various problems, and meant trade was almost as limited as it was in our world until recently. In the past, local trade typically used local city-state currency, but trading beyond walking range was as difficult with teleportation as it was in our world without it.
With the advent of global computer systems, people could memorise their usernames and passwords. Of course this meant people would have far fewer unique passwords than we do, and scams were common. Most people now use fingerprints or iris scanners, and recovery of a lost bank account is an arduous process.
Warfare
Resources being in fixed locations, and transport being needed for them, means wars are still a thing. These are curious affairs for residents of our world. Military intelligence is everything. Location on the battlefield is still important, but far less so; a soldier can dodge a bullet as long as they see - or hear - it coming. If you don't take out the enemy with the first bullet, they'll be gone by the time you fire the second. Standard infantry with weapons can be outflanked without warning. A common sight on the battlefield, today and for thousands of years, is a squad of armed soldiers advancing on the enemy, suddenly being beaten and strangled by naked assassins. Point-to-point unarmed strikers are the equivalent of today's marines or yesteryear's ninjas or assassins, and can teleport with a precision of a couple of centimetres. Given the inability to take communications devices with them, strikers rely heavily on intelligence: distance and aerial reconnaissance outdoors, and spotters for enemy bases, who will teleport into a location, quickly memorise their surroundings, and return and relay the information to their comrades. If strikers are the elite, then spotters are the elite of the elite; the skills and training that go into a good spotter mean they rarely risk joining the active assault, and few striker teams have more than one spotter. Other strikers can take on the role if needed but will usually be less effective.
Since there are effectively no nation-states, nation-states don't go to war. Wars are usually carried out between different factions, such as Communities of Interest (see "Political structures" below). Standing armies as described above do exist, but are only a small part of war. Perhaps the most important part is political assassinations. A person designated at-risk by the Assemblies (see below), or a paranoid person with lots of money, will always have armed bodyguards ready to shoot to kill, even watching over them while they sleep.
Political structures
Countries don't exist, or at least not in the way we're used to. Borders can control property, but not people, and it makes little sense for a person to obey a specific set of laws just because they tend to sleep in a specific geographical region. Government is closer to a one-world affair. Rather than communities of geography, people are grouped into Communities of Interest. Each person declares themself to one Community (almost nobody chooses not to); they can change Community at any time, except during the year before the five-yearly election. Communities can be created by anybody, and organise themselves however they like, but they only have any real global power if they have membership of at least 100,000. The election is a simple count of the membership of each Community; for every 100,000 people in a Community, that Community gets one representative in the Junior Assembly (currently 110,000 representatives). Likewise, Junior Representatives form themselves into Coalitions, and for every 100 Junior Representatives in a Coalition, they send one representative to the Senior Assembly (currently numbering 800). Roughly 50 from the Senior Assembly form the Executive Committee to formulate policy, but a majority vote in the Senior Assembly is required to enact legislation. This system has existed in something resembling its present form for thousands of years, and its origins are lost to time.
An exact count of Communities of Interest is not possible due to their fluidity, but political journalists commonly quote half a million. These can include major blocks of tens of millions of people based on religion or broad political principles, special interest communities and single-issue groups with hundreds of thousands of members, minor subcultures with a few hundred people who consider their subculture more important personally than their broader political beliefs, all the way down to families, friendship groups, or even "communities" of one. Only about 12,000 Communities of Interest currently have representation in the Junior Assembly, and while this includes 85% of people, a so-called "direct rep" - a member of the Senior Assembly who is from your Community (rather than just your Community's Coalition) - is the privilege of just 12% of the global population.
There are always some "non-participatory" Communities - those who, due to political indifference, political hostility, or downright apathy, join a Community with the explicit goal of not participating. There are usually a fairly large number of such Communities, each with very small membership; but occasionally one of these can grow to the level of Junior Representation. This most recently happened in 1959, when anger over economic inequality gained the "Just Piss Off" Community 25,000 Junior and 25 Senior Representatives. They dwindled to two Seniors by the next election, and zero thereafter, but their influence is still hotly debated by journalists and political scientists.
There is no single individual at the top. The Senior Assembly forms committees with a specific purpose, and each committee elects a president from their number, but they have little specific power and their position is dissolved when the committee's work concludes. A committee president will generally be the public face of the committee, appearing in public to explain their work, but they have just their own vote during committee meetings. Committees may be a small number of Senior Representatives, but may also invite Junior Representatives and non-Representative experts and members of the public; such people have the same amount of formal power within the committee as the Senior Representatives.
Food and other essentials
Many industries are nationalised. This is not the correct word in a world without nations; the word they use is "Assembled", much to the chagrin of linguists. In particular, food and water are Assembled. These are the only goods which can be taken by a teleporter (provided they consume them first), and it is simply not possible to carry out food production for profit, nor to not carry out food production. Workers in the food and drink industries are paid by the Assembly, and very little food is distributed; people come and take what they want. Food distribution is reserved for restaurants, pubs, and special occasions, and here, payment is primarily for delivery.
The type of food produced is dictated by a standing Committee, based on voting by the Junior Assembly. This gives everybody with a Junior Representative the opportunity to lobby for an increase in production of their preferred food, and many food companies - and in particular, alcoholic drinks companies - have their own Community of Interest with substantial Junior Representation.
Language
I mentioned linguists earlier. Language is a lot easier here. Humans, it is thought, have been able to teleport at least as long as they've had spoken language, and certainly longer than written language. As such there is effectively just one language, although people still tend to live in a particular region, and distinct dialects exist. Still, just about everybody on the planet can understand everybody else. Language evolves over time, and it is unlikely a time traveller from a thousand years ago would get on so easily. That said, they'd have a better time with written communication. Writing is pictographic; broadly, each concept has a glyph to represent it, and diacritics to add nuance. Liberal use of diacritics is commonly seen as a sign of a good education, and a complete lack of diacritics is perceived as crude and vulgar. Other written forms do exist from ancient times, and the written language of today is assumed to have developed as the human population rose, and relatively isolated cultures encountered each other more frequently.
Separate written languages have emerged in recent centuries to express mathematics and science. This was particularly important in early chemistry, as a single distinct glyph for each chemical name quickly become unwieldy. Modern mathematicians and scientists are essentially bilingual, and have developed their own form of non-scientific written communication using scientific symbols. These symbols number only about 200, many originating as chemical elements, and scientific writing is not only unintelligible to the untrained, but also significantly longer; a page of normal writing using glyphs and diacritics, translated into scientific notation, could easily run to twenty pages. Schoolchildren learn the basics of scientific notation, but only those who take advanced scientific study will become fluent.
Religion
A BRIEF NOTE: I am not a bigot. Or at least, I think I'm not; I try not to be. Many people believe in a god, and many people don't, and what I'm describing here is one version of my imagined historical revision based on a world with teleportation. I'm not an expert in any faith, even my own, and there are surely many errors in my historical understanding. The increased or decreased prevalence of a religion in this fictional world is in no way an indication that I think this SHOULD happen; I do not. If you don't like what you read, don't use it. I don't mean to cause any offense, and I apologise if I do.
Religions, as mentioned, exist. There is little difference from our own world in the desire for faith, although there are differences in how religions came about. Monotheism is less common, with many monotheists believing in a divine spirit of the universe rather than a specific individual God. Eastern Dharmic beliefs and Western esotericism have been more popular, and many modern people follow a fusion of the two, called The Path. A minority of Pathists take the name literally, and do not teleport; members of this offshoot are called Walkers.
Buddha existed, and his teachings are more or less unchanged from our world. Buddhists are relatively common.
Judaism does exist, but as the primordial monotheistic faith, rather than a distinct lineage of people. Major events in the real-world history of Judaism include the enslavement of the Israelites and their forty years wandering the desert; this did not happen, and so Jews did not become a tight-knit community, and there is no modern Israel. Today there are a few enclaves around the world, with a third of Jews living in such small groups, and the rest spread among the general population.
Islam is also founded in part on the holding of lands by Muslims and non-Muslims. These events did not happen, and if Mohammad existed, his teachings have been lost to time.
Jesus did exist, and Christianity is very similar. During Jesus' life there were autocratic religious leaders who strictly controlled what the people were allowed to say and do, under penalty of death; although food-poverty never really existed, these leaders lived in luxury at great cost to others. It was this that Jesus preached was sinful. Jesus is particularly noted for surrendering himself to the authorities, in a world where anybody can evade capture if they see it coming. Crucifixion was invented specifically for him. Christianity spread, but not as much, and there is no such thing as Catholic or Protestant; just different flavours of belief.
Atheists are less common. The simple fact that humans are unique in their ability to teleport leads most to believe in something that makes humans special, even after developing an understanding of evolution.
Technology
Technology followed a similar path to our world, with the notable exception of mobile phones. People have cabled computers in their homes and offices, but mobile devices are both less useful and less useable, since you can't teleport with a phone, but you can just teleport back home if you need to use a computer. The internet is just as widespread, and personal cloud computing is even more common; most people have an account with a hosting service, and most computers allow remote logins to access your desktop and files. Internet cafés are very common as meeting places where people can work together on whatever they want to do. Since portable devices never really took off, fixed computers tend to be larger and more powerful.
2023.03.26 20:09 Simon_Drake Republishing blocked posts: Round 4
For about 6 months at the end of 2022 this sub was in restricted mod due to mod inactivity and ALL posts submitted at that time were automatically rejected by the Automod spam filter. So a couple of us worked with the Reddit Admins to get the sub brought back and new posts can be made again.
However this left ~150 rejected posts waiting to be approved. I didn't want to approve them all en masse as the individual questions wouldn't get as much attention, also they would appear in the timeline in chronological order of when they were originally posted, so behind the more recent posts.
So I've been approving / re-publishing blocked posts in batches. Remember some of these posts are up to 7 months old now and it's possible the original poster has forgotten about it or maybe not even using Reddit anymore. But it's also possible they'll be pleasantly surprised to get an answer after all this time or it'll fuel helpful discussion amongst the community even if the original poster isn't involved.
Here's the older posts where I've done this before:
Good luck!
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However this left ~150 rejected posts waiting to be approved. I didn't want to approve them all en masse as the individual questions wouldn't get as much attention, also they would appear in the timeline in chronological order of when they were originally posted, so behind the more recent posts.
So I've been approving / re-publishing blocked posts in batches. Remember some of these posts are up to 7 months old now and it's possible the original poster has forgotten about it or maybe not even using Reddit anymore. But it's also possible they'll be pleasantly surprised to get an answer after all this time or it'll fuel helpful discussion amongst the community even if the original poster isn't involved.
Here's the older posts where I've done this before:
- https://www.reddit.com/Writeresearch/comments/1059j0k/this_sub_is_back/
- https://www.reddit.com/Writeresearch/comments/10rtcj5/republishing_blocked_posts_round_1/
- https://www.reddit.com/Writeresearch/comments/11prfsl/another_batch_of_unblocked_questions_from_when/
- https://www.reddit.com/Writeresearch/comments/x0diut/what_would_be_better_to_read/
- https://www.reddit.com/Writeresearch/comments/x1728h/what_would_be_some_good_settings_for_a_sci_fi/
- https://www.reddit.com/Writeresearch/comments/x2mlwl/if_you_slammed_a_car_door_against_a_persons_head/
- https://www.reddit.com/Writeresearch/comments/x3kkbv/really_long_and_specific_question_about_a/
- https://www.reddit.com/Writeresearch/comments/xaa1ms/can_small_town_elections_in_the_usa_happen_in/
- https://www.reddit.com/Writeresearch/comments/xb45t0/multiversal_figures/
- https://www.reddit.com/Writeresearch/comments/xctb7u/is_there_a_safe_way_to_make_someone_sweat_a_large/
- https://www.reddit.com/Writeresearch/comments/xdt0k9/need_help_with_my_mafia_characters/
- https://www.reddit.com/Writeresearch/comments/xeigbz/how_long_could_my_character_fight_with_a/
- https://www.reddit.com/Writeresearch/comments/xfdqrv/researching_for_a_horror_comedy_story_set_in_an/
- https://www.reddit.com/Writeresearch/comments/xffbbd/what_is_it_called_when_someone_creates_a_persona/
- https://www.reddit.com/Writeresearch/comments/xgkh8e/how_long_does_someone_have_to_be_missing_to_be/
- https://www.reddit.com/Writeresearch/comments/xhtsqgunshot_wound_surgery_question/
- https://www.reddit.com/Writeresearch/comments/xirfkh/is_there_a_name_for_the_trope_used_when_a/
- https://www.reddit.com/Writeresearch/comments/xk9yog/best_rifle_for_an_elderly_man/
Good luck!
2023.03.26 19:31 JoseLunaArts Tips to drive in Costa Rica and some anecdotes
Driving in Costa Rica is scary for many newcomers. It is the 4th worst place in the world to drive. So fears aside, what are some tips to understand the life of a driver there? It is a long post, but I guarantee you that it will be entertaining as not only there are tips but also anecdotes.
Costa Rica was a place with farms in 19th century and roads were built around these farms to make horses and carts and from there it evolved to a city, which means that going around the block in many areas takes a long time. Farms were built so you see lots of streets getting into the farm that are dead ends.
Why infrastructure is in such poor condition
In 1948 a dynasty of politicians, 2 parties composed by the elite started to alternate themselves in power. So money started to go to their pockets instead of becoming infrastructure. So they build roads and then they fix pipes and break it. Or they intentionally plan to build some sections poorly so pot holes appear and there is company revenue in road maintenance reparis. There are many ongloing corruption cases where the elites are using all their power to evade justice in very unethical ways or use media to distract attention from the most important cases. So the final result is decades of poor urban planning, and good roads where you suddenly have a pot hole that will break your car, or unfinished works that could endanger you, or just roads without maintenance for years which had to be fixed by local population.
There is a curious anecdote from more than 20 years ago. The factory of jelly products, El Angel was formed by South American expats who did care about making a difference in the community. The road to Sarapiqui was in poor condition, so they offered municipality to pay half the price of a road. They needed that road to bring products out to the city. The project cranked up and the company started to pour a few milimeters of asphalt instead of the 6 cm thick layer it should have. The El Angel engineer noticed that and demanded to meet the correct specs. The company tried to dismiss him, but then he said that if that was the case, only the municipality would pay half the price, since their donation would not take place. So they were literally FORCED to build meeting minimal engineering specs.
This is why Costa Rica infrastructure does not look like South Korea. It has been decades of a corrupt oligopoly having control of infrastricture projects. And the toxic corrupt environment has not been fixed in this environment. If you want a stressful life, go to work there at MOPT. Politics is still corrupt no matter which party rules.
End result, infrastructure is like driving in the videogame Motorstorm apocalypse with utility poles in the street, Sinkholes in the street and surprises here and there, and other surprises. Did I mention it is the 4th worst place in the world to drive.
With a vehicle fleet growing 7% per year and streets not growing, it became cluttered and traffic jams are terrible. So do not drive if you do not need to. Or enjoy the life of spending hours in a traffic jam. This is especially true if you need to go to the airport to go back home.
Try to train yourself using Motorstorm Apocalypse for Playstation. It is a great game to deal with infrastructure susprises like the ones you will find in Costa Rica.
A decadent justice system
Since the 1980s the trend of setting criminal offenders free after the arrest made crime to go unpunished. Kids started to learn that stealing has no consequence and dishonesty started to htrive, so if you leave your stiuff unattended in a mall in the city, it is likely that you get your stuff stolen, not by criminals, but ordinary people. It is not that all people are dishonest but enough people are.
In march 2023 US government issued a crime alert for Costa Rica
Human rights NGOs here defend the rights of criminals, but not the rights of tourists and honest locals.
Close your windows, do not leave objects inside your car when you are not in it. And learn about where crime is more present. For example, Quepos and Manuel Antonio are known for having surf and tourists, but not too many people will tell you it got filled with crime there too.
Motorcycles everywhere and other demons
In a cluttered city where traffic jams turned streets into parking lots, people started to buy motorcycles and developed the habit of invading opposite lanes or use lines between lanes as a mototcycle lane.
So you will see bikers passing you in the left and in the right, and if you switch lanes, not only you must watch for other cars, but look motorcycles coming behind. They will get upset if you "invade their lane" as they feel entitled and they may start a fist fight or damage your vehicle if they get upset. Many of these bikers do not have license, and the police parking lots are fuilled with motorcycles for this reason, and many of them come from slums or poor neighborhoods where issues are solved with fist fights.
With cars it depends on where you drive. For example, Desamaparados canton has a culture of such fist fighting and bullying your way in the street. So if you drive in a place with such subculture, you may expect drivers to have that subculture. And these people do not stay always inside the canton, so you may find them elsewhere, just a matter of luck.
If you see people doing bad maneuvers that should even look like going against the law, stay calm and stay away, let them pass. You do not want to have a bad day or spend your day in a fight with some uncivilized trash people.
What makes them trash? The subculture of crime polluted people. Also a cluttered street and long hours of jams stress people. So more than just evil, what you have is a lack of mental health in the street, to a point where people may get violent in the cities.
So you need full awareness as if you were in a combat zone. Look front sides and rear and always know where all vehicles are around you. If they get in your way or they do dangerous things that would earn them a Darwin award, stay away from them and let them pass, because you do not want to deal with a crash or insurance paperwork, because that is not what you came to do.
Driving is a necessary annoyance to go to point B from point A. So, survive and once you are at point B, enjoy your trip.
If you planned to ride a motorcycle, do not. Life is not safe there if you ride one. Many drivers are aggressive and will not respect you.
Drivers do terrible driving, but most believe they are better drivers than everyone else. You even notice how bad they are when they drive a small car and they have problems to park in a spot designed for a big car.
Driving in slippery roads
When it starts to rain, even if it is a light rain, water will go under oil drops, so street becomes as slippery as it would with a heavy rain, even if it looks dry. So drive half the speed you would drive normally. This would save your life.
Unless you need to drive in rough terrain with a 4x4, rent a sedan because lower cars are more stable. It is easier to tip over a big car than a sedan. It happens in 2 ways. During collisions, big cars tend to tip over, and in case of evading maneuvers, big cars tip over more easily to the sides. Remember, it is Costa Rica, full of curves, not a flat desert in USA.
Check the tires because you will need to have the best grip.
If you drive above 40kph, your only option is to hit the brakes if needed. Evading may get you killed, especially in these streets.
Increasing your chances of survival
There are 3 things that cause 70% of deaths in Costa Rican streets:
If you do not engage in any of these 3 behaviors and you protect yourself against those who do, then you increase your survival chances.
Health insurance
There is a government institution called CCSS that provides public healthcare. For foreigners who plan to stay longer, getting a "seguro voluntario" (voluntary insurance) is a good option. basically you declare yourself as a freelancer with an estimated income, which is used to calculate the monthly fee.
May be for things like a surgery or chronic or rare disease it may take forever, but for most common health problems it is a great option. What common problems? You got diarrhea because you ate a bad food, you had an accident at home and got hurt, etc.
It will save lots of money. You do not need to worry about bills and most common medicines are covered.
The only catch is that seguro voluntario is voluntary to join, but to get out you need to prove them that you got hired by a company in Costa Rica, which will pay your insurance from that point on. Still, even if you need to pay it forever, it is always a great option to have a very affordable healthcare service. This monthly fee is the only price to use the service, so you do not care about money when you are sick.
This is especially useful if you send your kid to take college in Costa Rica using public school system that is free. No debt. Just tell your kid to not consume substances because I mentioned that criminals are xenophobic, so your kid will need to stay away from these troublemakers that will try to take advantage of foreigners. And CCSS healthcare is a great way to protect your kid. So free college and cheap healthcare will save your kid from debt and health problems. Check how to make college in Costa Rica valid in your country.
I hope you stay healthy, but if you have issues, CCSS insurance is a nice option for non complex health issues. If you plan to live in Costa Rica, I really advise to get health from CCSS at least as a backup plan, and if you want to use private medicine, that is up to you.
Epilogue
I have tried to be honest about Costa Rica. I could have sugar coated itand appeal to the trope of Costa Rica Pura Vida and Essential Costa Rica, but I preferred to tell you how things are. Most of people in all nations are usually good people, but there are situations that may not be that nice.
I feel that between the deterioration of making a living conditions, traffic jams, protection towards criminals, and lack of mental health, Costa Rica is getting less pura vida for locals. And that impacts tourists too.
Still Costa Rica is not the worst place in the world. It has supervised banks where balances are monitored more transparently than in other developed countries, so regulators know exactly what happen with banks and are able to tackle financial crisis more effectively. Everything is close, so you do not have to drive miles to buy something. And food is fresh. It is not like going to a big country and eat a sandwich with vegetables that remained one week in a fridge after a long trip in a truck. So it also is harder to have empty shelves, and if they eventually, buying elsewhere is easy as distances are not too long.
Living in "condominio" (groups of apartment buildings or houses with or without parking and other amenities and a fence around) is better as they have security guard. Houses do not.
Having a car is a must unless there is a good bus service near you to connect you to places of interest. That is very rare to find. So a car is needed. It is better to buy a "seminuevo" car from car agency (new cars are not worth it) and save money to avoid debt. Used cars are a hassle in Costa Rica as they try to sell you garbage, and via internet you may get scammed in Costa Rica. And finding a reliable mechanic is like finding a honest politician. So consider finging a reliable mechanic as part of the car purchase.
Obviously you will need a parking lot, so consider that when renting a place. Learn with locals which are places where criminals live (almost everyone knows that), and find a place away from these places.
And make sure you have the best tires with the best grip. In Costa Rican street grip of good tires is one of the best cost effective tools to protect yourself from an accident.
The best way to live is to be a contrarian. Instead of going where everyone goes, do the opposite, like taking a trip during low season. That way a hotel and swimming pool and restaurant will be almost just for you. And as you are not with the crowd, you will also not be in the traffic jam with other people. And by doing so you are helping a business to survive as you are a customer that helps them to have some revenue in low season. So plan trips in non holidays.
If you want to get the best prices for groceries, Costa Rica government has an app here. You indicate a location and product and it will tell you which are the best places to buy. That will make your life more affordable now that USD is going down.
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Costa Rica was a place with farms in 19th century and roads were built around these farms to make horses and carts and from there it evolved to a city, which means that going around the block in many areas takes a long time. Farms were built so you see lots of streets getting into the farm that are dead ends.
Why infrastructure is in such poor condition
In 1948 a dynasty of politicians, 2 parties composed by the elite started to alternate themselves in power. So money started to go to their pockets instead of becoming infrastructure. So they build roads and then they fix pipes and break it. Or they intentionally plan to build some sections poorly so pot holes appear and there is company revenue in road maintenance reparis. There are many ongloing corruption cases where the elites are using all their power to evade justice in very unethical ways or use media to distract attention from the most important cases. So the final result is decades of poor urban planning, and good roads where you suddenly have a pot hole that will break your car, or unfinished works that could endanger you, or just roads without maintenance for years which had to be fixed by local population.
There is a curious anecdote from more than 20 years ago. The factory of jelly products, El Angel was formed by South American expats who did care about making a difference in the community. The road to Sarapiqui was in poor condition, so they offered municipality to pay half the price of a road. They needed that road to bring products out to the city. The project cranked up and the company started to pour a few milimeters of asphalt instead of the 6 cm thick layer it should have. The El Angel engineer noticed that and demanded to meet the correct specs. The company tried to dismiss him, but then he said that if that was the case, only the municipality would pay half the price, since their donation would not take place. So they were literally FORCED to build meeting minimal engineering specs.
This is why Costa Rica infrastructure does not look like South Korea. It has been decades of a corrupt oligopoly having control of infrastricture projects. And the toxic corrupt environment has not been fixed in this environment. If you want a stressful life, go to work there at MOPT. Politics is still corrupt no matter which party rules.
End result, infrastructure is like driving in the videogame Motorstorm apocalypse with utility poles in the street, Sinkholes in the street and surprises here and there, and other surprises. Did I mention it is the 4th worst place in the world to drive.
With a vehicle fleet growing 7% per year and streets not growing, it became cluttered and traffic jams are terrible. So do not drive if you do not need to. Or enjoy the life of spending hours in a traffic jam. This is especially true if you need to go to the airport to go back home.
Try to train yourself using Motorstorm Apocalypse for Playstation. It is a great game to deal with infrastructure susprises like the ones you will find in Costa Rica.
A decadent justice system
Since the 1980s the trend of setting criminal offenders free after the arrest made crime to go unpunished. Kids started to learn that stealing has no consequence and dishonesty started to htrive, so if you leave your stiuff unattended in a mall in the city, it is likely that you get your stuff stolen, not by criminals, but ordinary people. It is not that all people are dishonest but enough people are.
In march 2023 US government issued a crime alert for Costa Rica
EEUU emite alerta de seguridad por aumento de crimen en Costa RicaCriminals are sexist and xenophobic, and I am not using political definitions. They literally target women because they think women are weak, and they target foreigners because they think foreigners are rich. They do not feel that stealing is bad and they believe in using the force and they are entitled and vengeful.
Human rights NGOs here defend the rights of criminals, but not the rights of tourists and honest locals.
Close your windows, do not leave objects inside your car when you are not in it. And learn about where crime is more present. For example, Quepos and Manuel Antonio are known for having surf and tourists, but not too many people will tell you it got filled with crime there too.
Motorcycles everywhere and other demons
In a cluttered city where traffic jams turned streets into parking lots, people started to buy motorcycles and developed the habit of invading opposite lanes or use lines between lanes as a mototcycle lane.
So you will see bikers passing you in the left and in the right, and if you switch lanes, not only you must watch for other cars, but look motorcycles coming behind. They will get upset if you "invade their lane" as they feel entitled and they may start a fist fight or damage your vehicle if they get upset. Many of these bikers do not have license, and the police parking lots are fuilled with motorcycles for this reason, and many of them come from slums or poor neighborhoods where issues are solved with fist fights.
With cars it depends on where you drive. For example, Desamaparados canton has a culture of such fist fighting and bullying your way in the street. So if you drive in a place with such subculture, you may expect drivers to have that subculture. And these people do not stay always inside the canton, so you may find them elsewhere, just a matter of luck.
If you see people doing bad maneuvers that should even look like going against the law, stay calm and stay away, let them pass. You do not want to have a bad day or spend your day in a fight with some uncivilized trash people.
What makes them trash? The subculture of crime polluted people. Also a cluttered street and long hours of jams stress people. So more than just evil, what you have is a lack of mental health in the street, to a point where people may get violent in the cities.
So you need full awareness as if you were in a combat zone. Look front sides and rear and always know where all vehicles are around you. If they get in your way or they do dangerous things that would earn them a Darwin award, stay away from them and let them pass, because you do not want to deal with a crash or insurance paperwork, because that is not what you came to do.
Driving is a necessary annoyance to go to point B from point A. So, survive and once you are at point B, enjoy your trip.
If you planned to ride a motorcycle, do not. Life is not safe there if you ride one. Many drivers are aggressive and will not respect you.
Drivers do terrible driving, but most believe they are better drivers than everyone else. You even notice how bad they are when they drive a small car and they have problems to park in a spot designed for a big car.
Driving in slippery roads
When it starts to rain, even if it is a light rain, water will go under oil drops, so street becomes as slippery as it would with a heavy rain, even if it looks dry. So drive half the speed you would drive normally. This would save your life.
Unless you need to drive in rough terrain with a 4x4, rent a sedan because lower cars are more stable. It is easier to tip over a big car than a sedan. It happens in 2 ways. During collisions, big cars tend to tip over, and in case of evading maneuvers, big cars tip over more easily to the sides. Remember, it is Costa Rica, full of curves, not a flat desert in USA.
Check the tires because you will need to have the best grip.
If you drive above 40kph, your only option is to hit the brakes if needed. Evading may get you killed, especially in these streets.
Increasing your chances of survival
There are 3 things that cause 70% of deaths in Costa Rican streets:
- Not obeying traffic signs. Not obeting traffic lights or a stop sign cause lots of crashes. So obey traffic signs yourself and use the claxon to warn others as you get close to an intersection and do not drive too fast.
- Invading opposite lane. Head on collisions are one of the main causes of death. Going off road will usually be better than a head on collision. When I learned to drive I learned the priorities to evade. Cliffs, pedestrians, other vehicles, and pot holes at last. Memorize this hierarchy and you will be able to save yourself from a lot of trouble. I use to drive behind a truck that drives at the speed I want to drive, so any invading vehicle would crash against the truck and not me.
- Speeding. Crashing at 40hoh is like falling from a second floor, you get hurt but you may survive. Crashing at 60kph is like falling from 6 floors, you can only use breaks and keep driving in the same direction because streets are narrow to evade anything. Crashing at 90kph is like falling from 13th floor, not survivable. Crashing at 120kph is like falling from 22 floors.
If you do not engage in any of these 3 behaviors and you protect yourself against those who do, then you increase your survival chances.
Health insurance
There is a government institution called CCSS that provides public healthcare. For foreigners who plan to stay longer, getting a "seguro voluntario" (voluntary insurance) is a good option. basically you declare yourself as a freelancer with an estimated income, which is used to calculate the monthly fee.
May be for things like a surgery or chronic or rare disease it may take forever, but for most common health problems it is a great option. What common problems? You got diarrhea because you ate a bad food, you had an accident at home and got hurt, etc.
It will save lots of money. You do not need to worry about bills and most common medicines are covered.
The only catch is that seguro voluntario is voluntary to join, but to get out you need to prove them that you got hired by a company in Costa Rica, which will pay your insurance from that point on. Still, even if you need to pay it forever, it is always a great option to have a very affordable healthcare service. This monthly fee is the only price to use the service, so you do not care about money when you are sick.
This is especially useful if you send your kid to take college in Costa Rica using public school system that is free. No debt. Just tell your kid to not consume substances because I mentioned that criminals are xenophobic, so your kid will need to stay away from these troublemakers that will try to take advantage of foreigners. And CCSS healthcare is a great way to protect your kid. So free college and cheap healthcare will save your kid from debt and health problems. Check how to make college in Costa Rica valid in your country.
I hope you stay healthy, but if you have issues, CCSS insurance is a nice option for non complex health issues. If you plan to live in Costa Rica, I really advise to get health from CCSS at least as a backup plan, and if you want to use private medicine, that is up to you.
Epilogue
I have tried to be honest about Costa Rica. I could have sugar coated itand appeal to the trope of Costa Rica Pura Vida and Essential Costa Rica, but I preferred to tell you how things are. Most of people in all nations are usually good people, but there are situations that may not be that nice.
I feel that between the deterioration of making a living conditions, traffic jams, protection towards criminals, and lack of mental health, Costa Rica is getting less pura vida for locals. And that impacts tourists too.
Still Costa Rica is not the worst place in the world. It has supervised banks where balances are monitored more transparently than in other developed countries, so regulators know exactly what happen with banks and are able to tackle financial crisis more effectively. Everything is close, so you do not have to drive miles to buy something. And food is fresh. It is not like going to a big country and eat a sandwich with vegetables that remained one week in a fridge after a long trip in a truck. So it also is harder to have empty shelves, and if they eventually, buying elsewhere is easy as distances are not too long.
Living in "condominio" (groups of apartment buildings or houses with or without parking and other amenities and a fence around) is better as they have security guard. Houses do not.
Having a car is a must unless there is a good bus service near you to connect you to places of interest. That is very rare to find. So a car is needed. It is better to buy a "seminuevo" car from car agency (new cars are not worth it) and save money to avoid debt. Used cars are a hassle in Costa Rica as they try to sell you garbage, and via internet you may get scammed in Costa Rica. And finding a reliable mechanic is like finding a honest politician. So consider finging a reliable mechanic as part of the car purchase.
Obviously you will need a parking lot, so consider that when renting a place. Learn with locals which are places where criminals live (almost everyone knows that), and find a place away from these places.
And make sure you have the best tires with the best grip. In Costa Rican street grip of good tires is one of the best cost effective tools to protect yourself from an accident.
The best way to live is to be a contrarian. Instead of going where everyone goes, do the opposite, like taking a trip during low season. That way a hotel and swimming pool and restaurant will be almost just for you. And as you are not with the crowd, you will also not be in the traffic jam with other people. And by doing so you are helping a business to survive as you are a customer that helps them to have some revenue in low season. So plan trips in non holidays.
If you want to get the best prices for groceries, Costa Rica government has an app here. You indicate a location and product and it will tell you which are the best places to buy. That will make your life more affordable now that USD is going down.
2023.03.26 19:15 miarrial EU relaxes ban on combustion engine cars
Link in French : Sur les voitures thermiques, l’UE assouplit l’interdiction
Bending to Berlin's demands, the European Commission allows the sale of new internal combustion engine cars after 2035 if they run on synthetic fuel.
The European Commission and Germany announced this Saturday, March 25, to have relaxed the ban on internal combustion engines after 2035
ENVIRONMENT - Berlin's grievances have been heard. The European Commission and Germany announced this Saturday, March 25, that they have reached an agreement to unblock a key text of the European Union's climate plan on CO2 emissions from cars, by relaxing the ban on internal combustion engines after 2035.
Berlin had stunned its European partners in early March by blocking at the last moment a regulation to reduce CO2 emissions from new cars to zero, effectively imposing 100% electric engines from the middle of the next decade.
This text had already been agreed in October between Member States and European Parliament negotiators, with the green light from Germany, and had been approved in mid-February by the plenary session of MEPs.
Fuel from CO2
To justify its about-face, which is unusual at this stage of the procedure, Germany had asked the Commission to present a proposal opening the way for vehicles running on synthetic fuels.
This technology, which is still under development, would consist of producing fuel from CO2 produced by industrial activities. Promoted by German and Italian high-end manufacturers, it would allow the use of internal combustion engines to continue beyond 2035.
In recent weeks, the Commission has been negotiating with Berlin on how to resolve the crisis. Berlin demanded a firmer commitment on synthetic fuels, which were already mentioned in the initial text but in a recital that was considered too weak in legal terms. "We have found an agreement with Germany on the future use of synthetic fuels," announced Saturday the European Commissioner for the Environment Frans Timmermans on Twitter.
The Swedish Presidency of the EU Council immediately said the regulation on CO2 emissions from cars would be submitted to the ambassadors of the 27 member countries on Monday in Brussels so that the legislation could be finally adopted at a meeting of energy ministers on Tuesday.
Contested technology
"Vehicles with combustion engines will be able to be registered after 2035 if they exclusively use CO2-neutral fuels," said German Transport Minister Volker Wissing.
However, the technology of synthetic fuels is contested by environmental NGOs who consider it expensive, energy-consuming and polluting. "Big anger! The Commission is lying down in front of Germany," protested the Green MEP Karima Delli, calling on the European Parliament to prevent the green light to synthetic fuels.
The Berlin blockade was an initiative of the FDP liberals, the third party in the ruling coalition behind the Social Democrats (SPD) and the Greens. The small party, which has about 5 per cent of the vote in national polls, has lost five consecutive regional elections.
It hopes to assert itself by posing as a defender of the automobile, betting on the hostility of a large part of the population to the ban on internal combustion engines. To ensure the unity of his coalition, Social Democrat Chancellor Olaf Scholz had preferred to align himself with this demand, and the Greens let it happen.
"A real disaster
In the end, "the text is unchanged. The rule of 100% zero emission cars in 2035 is therefore maintained", reacted the president of the Environment Committee of the European Parliament Pascal Canfin (Renew, Liberals), assuring that he would be vigilant on the respect of the "climate neutrality" of the thermal engines that will be authorized.
The industry has already invested massively in electric vehicles. Even if they prove themselves, synthetic fuels, which do not exist today, "will not play an important role in the medium term in the passenger car segment," said Markus Duesmann, head of Audi (Volkswagen Group).
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Bending to Berlin's demands, the European Commission allows the sale of new internal combustion engine cars after 2035 if they run on synthetic fuel.
The European Commission and Germany announced this Saturday, March 25, to have relaxed the ban on internal combustion engines after 2035
ENVIRONMENT - Berlin's grievances have been heard. The European Commission and Germany announced this Saturday, March 25, that they have reached an agreement to unblock a key text of the European Union's climate plan on CO2 emissions from cars, by relaxing the ban on internal combustion engines after 2035.
Berlin had stunned its European partners in early March by blocking at the last moment a regulation to reduce CO2 emissions from new cars to zero, effectively imposing 100% electric engines from the middle of the next decade.
This text had already been agreed in October between Member States and European Parliament negotiators, with the green light from Germany, and had been approved in mid-February by the plenary session of MEPs.
Fuel from CO2
To justify its about-face, which is unusual at this stage of the procedure, Germany had asked the Commission to present a proposal opening the way for vehicles running on synthetic fuels.
This technology, which is still under development, would consist of producing fuel from CO2 produced by industrial activities. Promoted by German and Italian high-end manufacturers, it would allow the use of internal combustion engines to continue beyond 2035.
In recent weeks, the Commission has been negotiating with Berlin on how to resolve the crisis. Berlin demanded a firmer commitment on synthetic fuels, which were already mentioned in the initial text but in a recital that was considered too weak in legal terms. "We have found an agreement with Germany on the future use of synthetic fuels," announced Saturday the European Commissioner for the Environment Frans Timmermans on Twitter.
The Swedish Presidency of the EU Council immediately said the regulation on CO2 emissions from cars would be submitted to the ambassadors of the 27 member countries on Monday in Brussels so that the legislation could be finally adopted at a meeting of energy ministers on Tuesday.
Contested technology
"Vehicles with combustion engines will be able to be registered after 2035 if they exclusively use CO2-neutral fuels," said German Transport Minister Volker Wissing.
However, the technology of synthetic fuels is contested by environmental NGOs who consider it expensive, energy-consuming and polluting. "Big anger! The Commission is lying down in front of Germany," protested the Green MEP Karima Delli, calling on the European Parliament to prevent the green light to synthetic fuels.
The Berlin blockade was an initiative of the FDP liberals, the third party in the ruling coalition behind the Social Democrats (SPD) and the Greens. The small party, which has about 5 per cent of the vote in national polls, has lost five consecutive regional elections.
It hopes to assert itself by posing as a defender of the automobile, betting on the hostility of a large part of the population to the ban on internal combustion engines. To ensure the unity of his coalition, Social Democrat Chancellor Olaf Scholz had preferred to align himself with this demand, and the Greens let it happen.
"A real disaster
In the end, "the text is unchanged. The rule of 100% zero emission cars in 2035 is therefore maintained", reacted the president of the Environment Committee of the European Parliament Pascal Canfin (Renew, Liberals), assuring that he would be vigilant on the respect of the "climate neutrality" of the thermal engines that will be authorized.
The industry has already invested massively in electric vehicles. Even if they prove themselves, synthetic fuels, which do not exist today, "will not play an important role in the medium term in the passenger car segment," said Markus Duesmann, head of Audi (Volkswagen Group).
2023.03.26 19:12 Ytumith I just had the most fun gaming experience in the last four hours and wanted to share:
This story starts out fairly simple but becomes ridiculous later on.
The crew assembled when Captain Ashford, a concealed pirate lord, made his way over a desert planet on the homebrewed solar system called "Feller's Bastard Star". It named after a long gone "Feller" dynasty which aimed to build a solar collector base around the entire star, speak Dyson sphere in our language. In the downtrodden, rude language of imperialists this fringe-world and project that was never finished is just called "Bastard Star" because it's half station, half star.
This system has mostly desert worlds, specifically Feller 2, which is in turn the megalomanic project of a Waaghboss Ork who steals spacecraft from any faction and crashes them into the sand world. His goal: Create the ultimate "Rokk" in the size of a planet.
Something about this solar system breeds megalomaniacs.
This ork warband has captured three of the four party members. Captain Ashford however is so far unaware of the orks and the rest of his soon to be crew. His goal is another: Having fetched a star ship key from the black market, he sees his great chance of fame and glory. The hasty xeno merchant gave him the coordinates and rushed away on it's merry way. Captain Ashford followed this course, and happened upon a sandy world through which he wandered and at times crawled.
Slying away from ork patrols, he finally arrives at a small ork camp. A slave camp in which all other crewmen and some alien slaves are "storaged" along with a pile of their former possessions.
The Voidmaster Log Malakai in particular is not happy about his situation and breaks a cage beam with the strength of his machine arm, drawing the full two brain cells of possible attention from an ork guard. Thinking quickly, Adeptus Mechanicus Explorator Carthus Lambda-2 assembles a primitve thrown weapon from his prison bed by throwing the entire prison bed at the ork.
This is when Captain Ashford strikes and eliminates the ork with a plasma blast from behind. The goop sprouting carcass topples over, dropping a comically large radio.Navigator Seth Almagam, called "Grim" due to his strange antics, who was also previously captive uses the radio to confuse ork command which is as simple as shouting something and dropping the device.
They proceed to team up and free a small group of eldar warriors from their cages, who in turn temporarily ally with them to break free from the slave camp. Using the radio of the ork guard, they make ork command believe that the eldar have broken free, which is true after all.
As Game Master and Reader, we can not be sure which plan Ashford had with blaming it on the eldar, but we can only assume that a profound rivalry to the ancient alien empire exists.The great bail-out happens as planned.
Grotzs are being shot and scared to death by the Navigator. Using Micro Grenades, a more well-armored ork guard explodes inside his own metal casing. Finally, the angry Explorator Carthus finds his trusty servo-skull "H.U.B." integrated into a shoddy ork turret and wired with it's hover exhausts to orkish sensor machinery.The Ork mechanic who wired the skull up to the turret had added a small sign for the skull to read: It depicted a human and an ork, and the words "shoot" "not shoot", which the servo skull obviously ignored.
Freed from the orkish slavery, HUB returned into service of Carthus and helped him take aim on another ork turret. In a swift scoped attack, the ork gunner is missed- but enough time is bought for the Navigator to teleport behind him and drop a final load of micro krak-grenades into the turret.
The eldar have by then been forgotten and are only mentioned briefly by another player in the second session- entering not only game mechanical but also contextual stealth successfully. We might see them again later.
For now, the crew has stolen an Ork Truck, which is when the hastily imported Rulework of another table top game "Gaslands" came into play. The truck itself is a puzzle and trap filled one-page-dungeon of it's kind. Playing bluegrass on the table top audio, the GM explained the "features" of the truck:
Fully build in hot-air cooler, red button, speed holes, comfort-tinted frontal windshield to withstand both the radiation of the sun and oncomming rock walls.
A drawn control panel is shown to the voidmaster who was decided to be the driver for the time being due to his over average agility score. Due to the orkish nature of vehicle design, only the co-pilot has an actual view to the front, making this a dungeon puzzle for one player and a ralley simulator for the other.
This control panel contains levers, pedals and a red button. Of course he started slow, after all the GM had just explained the Gear and Hazard system of Gaslands. (You can only make narrow turns or swerving manouvers in lower gear without entering dangerous maneuvering)
On the back of the truck, Grim the navigator and carthus the tech priest hold position and act as gunners with their starter equipment.
Then curiosity won and the big red button is pressed. Tune up table audio to a more apt rock and roll theme. The ork truck is accelerated with the condensed chemical brutality of whatever it is that orks consider fuel. Blue flames burst out of perforated mufflers, bending them in uneven angles.Sand is catapulted to the back, and the device cranks up into fifth gear. Parts of the quickly hand sketched control board explode, giving the player only estimations of the current gear that the vehicle is in. The crew on top, who need to hold their guns and balance, obtain a negative modifier on ballistic checks.
And of course hordes of orks on buggies and carts chase after them, jumping over cliffs and ramps, the entire madmax fetish of the GM comes into play.
The chase through scrapfields and cactus oasis reduces the loot with each failed handling skill, finally Grim, of all players, is overtaken by greed and decides to stop shooting orks and holds on to the looted bags of xeno tech that is shaken with each turn and driven maneuver.
As the designated driver Lok makes turns left and right, and experiments with the levers, he finds out that the levers are for turn signals. The right one being a flashing red light, the left one an indirect command for a gretchin to hold a red signal torch out of a hatch on the side of the vehicle.
Because in the fast pace of combined puzzle and Gaslands-chase, the turn signals are frequently ignored. This angers the gretchin who visits the cockpit through a small hatch and realizes that he is being stolen by humans along with the truck.
Stressed, the voidmaster tries to intimdate what greenish goblin: "Shut up!" But fails his intimidation throw and the gretching returns into the inner workings of the machine."Now where was this safety fuse?" He asks loudly. All players realize that this little gremlin is about to sabotage their escape- the captain yells "We have a blind passager!""I am not blind!" The gretchin complains.Dropping a photonic grenade into the same hatch that the little xeno went into the captain asks "How about now?"A flash emerges through the bolted cracks and rims along the engine casing.This is when I decided to write down the story because I was laughing.
Captain Ashfords recognizes an ork truck with two heavily armed "boys" emerge from a nearby dune and orders the tech priest, whose name he at that point does not even know yet, to take them out.A bonus on the ballistic check, but also an astonishing righteous fury hit vaporize the front wheels of the attacking vehicle, sending orks flying. Another proof that a lasgun is more than a flashlight if aimed correctly.One ork manages to fire a shot at the heroes' car mid-air but is then run over by another chasing buggy as soon as he contacts sandy desert ground. The other ork lands headfirst on the chasing buggy and gets back up, thrilled by the "WAAAGH!" of his orky brethern.
Finally, the chase climaxes as they reach Captain Ashford's bounty: A dictator class cruiser, buried for thousands of years in the sand, from a time when the system was inhabited by humans. They manage to rush their stolen truck into the frontal torpedo tube of the ship's prow. Looted since millennia, there is no weapon installed and instead they crash right into the hallways of the ship. Orkish pursuers at times do not make the hawk-jump and crash into the prow, atomized by their speed and imperial ceramic armor.
With only two scrap-made carts on their tails, the crew escapes into the depths of the cruiser and shakes them off, advancing on foot. The previously stunned engine gretchin is now enthralled to their group.
Finally they reach the ingition altar, and the key is inserted.It follows a puzzle that is difficult in ways that average players would never comprehend. An active listening challenge, in which nothing else but the uberduck text to speech voice of the voice labled as the "burgerking rapper" is giving them a comprehension summary task. It explains the perils of the previous crew in what is, and I man up to this because I am responsible, a slight joke on cost of the Jamaican accent, which is fairly hard to understand on it's own. But if you throw in a mix of shadowrun "chummer" lingo, German and obscure 90's hip hop references you end up in a wall of spoken text that rushes over you and leaves only a state of absolute confusion.
Excusingly the GM proclaims that thousand year old low gothic is hard to understand.
After successful tech use the techpriest manages to obtain all the voice files. Of course the GM saw this happening and adds voice files into the selection of player-replayable files, that are mild taunts against the tech priest, even more obscure references and a rap that decries the imperial navy as loosers and proclaims servitor pirates to be the winner.
Finally Grim the navigator, of all people, manages to use what little buzzwords he can understand and ties together a story of what must have happened: The previous crew was killed or went missing, servitor crew was frozen in stasis and the ship went into hibernating. The entire ship belonged to pirates, making captain Ashford drop his facade and openly proclaim that he is a freebooter.
This is the start of the "Arcadia's" adventure along the fringes of sector Koronus and a great feud between a Warghboss and a reaver pirate captain.
Long story short: If you make a devils bargain with the GM about getting a very good starter ship, you will still have to fight for it.
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The crew assembled when Captain Ashford, a concealed pirate lord, made his way over a desert planet on the homebrewed solar system called "Feller's Bastard Star". It named after a long gone "Feller" dynasty which aimed to build a solar collector base around the entire star, speak Dyson sphere in our language. In the downtrodden, rude language of imperialists this fringe-world and project that was never finished is just called "Bastard Star" because it's half station, half star.
This system has mostly desert worlds, specifically Feller 2, which is in turn the megalomanic project of a Waaghboss Ork who steals spacecraft from any faction and crashes them into the sand world. His goal: Create the ultimate "Rokk" in the size of a planet.
Something about this solar system breeds megalomaniacs.
This ork warband has captured three of the four party members. Captain Ashford however is so far unaware of the orks and the rest of his soon to be crew. His goal is another: Having fetched a star ship key from the black market, he sees his great chance of fame and glory. The hasty xeno merchant gave him the coordinates and rushed away on it's merry way. Captain Ashford followed this course, and happened upon a sandy world through which he wandered and at times crawled.
Slying away from ork patrols, he finally arrives at a small ork camp. A slave camp in which all other crewmen and some alien slaves are "storaged" along with a pile of their former possessions.
The Voidmaster Log Malakai in particular is not happy about his situation and breaks a cage beam with the strength of his machine arm, drawing the full two brain cells of possible attention from an ork guard. Thinking quickly, Adeptus Mechanicus Explorator Carthus Lambda-2 assembles a primitve thrown weapon from his prison bed by throwing the entire prison bed at the ork.
This is when Captain Ashford strikes and eliminates the ork with a plasma blast from behind. The goop sprouting carcass topples over, dropping a comically large radio.Navigator Seth Almagam, called "Grim" due to his strange antics, who was also previously captive uses the radio to confuse ork command which is as simple as shouting something and dropping the device.
They proceed to team up and free a small group of eldar warriors from their cages, who in turn temporarily ally with them to break free from the slave camp. Using the radio of the ork guard, they make ork command believe that the eldar have broken free, which is true after all.
As Game Master and Reader, we can not be sure which plan Ashford had with blaming it on the eldar, but we can only assume that a profound rivalry to the ancient alien empire exists.The great bail-out happens as planned.
Grotzs are being shot and scared to death by the Navigator. Using Micro Grenades, a more well-armored ork guard explodes inside his own metal casing. Finally, the angry Explorator Carthus finds his trusty servo-skull "H.U.B." integrated into a shoddy ork turret and wired with it's hover exhausts to orkish sensor machinery.The Ork mechanic who wired the skull up to the turret had added a small sign for the skull to read: It depicted a human and an ork, and the words "shoot" "not shoot", which the servo skull obviously ignored.
Freed from the orkish slavery, HUB returned into service of Carthus and helped him take aim on another ork turret. In a swift scoped attack, the ork gunner is missed- but enough time is bought for the Navigator to teleport behind him and drop a final load of micro krak-grenades into the turret.
The eldar have by then been forgotten and are only mentioned briefly by another player in the second session- entering not only game mechanical but also contextual stealth successfully. We might see them again later.
For now, the crew has stolen an Ork Truck, which is when the hastily imported Rulework of another table top game "Gaslands" came into play. The truck itself is a puzzle and trap filled one-page-dungeon of it's kind. Playing bluegrass on the table top audio, the GM explained the "features" of the truck:
Fully build in hot-air cooler, red button, speed holes, comfort-tinted frontal windshield to withstand both the radiation of the sun and oncomming rock walls.
A drawn control panel is shown to the voidmaster who was decided to be the driver for the time being due to his over average agility score. Due to the orkish nature of vehicle design, only the co-pilot has an actual view to the front, making this a dungeon puzzle for one player and a ralley simulator for the other.
This control panel contains levers, pedals and a red button. Of course he started slow, after all the GM had just explained the Gear and Hazard system of Gaslands. (You can only make narrow turns or swerving manouvers in lower gear without entering dangerous maneuvering)
On the back of the truck, Grim the navigator and carthus the tech priest hold position and act as gunners with their starter equipment.
Then curiosity won and the big red button is pressed. Tune up table audio to a more apt rock and roll theme. The ork truck is accelerated with the condensed chemical brutality of whatever it is that orks consider fuel. Blue flames burst out of perforated mufflers, bending them in uneven angles.Sand is catapulted to the back, and the device cranks up into fifth gear. Parts of the quickly hand sketched control board explode, giving the player only estimations of the current gear that the vehicle is in. The crew on top, who need to hold their guns and balance, obtain a negative modifier on ballistic checks.
And of course hordes of orks on buggies and carts chase after them, jumping over cliffs and ramps, the entire madmax fetish of the GM comes into play.
The chase through scrapfields and cactus oasis reduces the loot with each failed handling skill, finally Grim, of all players, is overtaken by greed and decides to stop shooting orks and holds on to the looted bags of xeno tech that is shaken with each turn and driven maneuver.
As the designated driver Lok makes turns left and right, and experiments with the levers, he finds out that the levers are for turn signals. The right one being a flashing red light, the left one an indirect command for a gretchin to hold a red signal torch out of a hatch on the side of the vehicle.
Because in the fast pace of combined puzzle and Gaslands-chase, the turn signals are frequently ignored. This angers the gretchin who visits the cockpit through a small hatch and realizes that he is being stolen by humans along with the truck.
Stressed, the voidmaster tries to intimdate what greenish goblin: "Shut up!" But fails his intimidation throw and the gretching returns into the inner workings of the machine."Now where was this safety fuse?" He asks loudly. All players realize that this little gremlin is about to sabotage their escape- the captain yells "We have a blind passager!""I am not blind!" The gretchin complains.Dropping a photonic grenade into the same hatch that the little xeno went into the captain asks "How about now?"A flash emerges through the bolted cracks and rims along the engine casing.This is when I decided to write down the story because I was laughing.
Captain Ashfords recognizes an ork truck with two heavily armed "boys" emerge from a nearby dune and orders the tech priest, whose name he at that point does not even know yet, to take them out.A bonus on the ballistic check, but also an astonishing righteous fury hit vaporize the front wheels of the attacking vehicle, sending orks flying. Another proof that a lasgun is more than a flashlight if aimed correctly.One ork manages to fire a shot at the heroes' car mid-air but is then run over by another chasing buggy as soon as he contacts sandy desert ground. The other ork lands headfirst on the chasing buggy and gets back up, thrilled by the "WAAAGH!" of his orky brethern.
Finally, the chase climaxes as they reach Captain Ashford's bounty: A dictator class cruiser, buried for thousands of years in the sand, from a time when the system was inhabited by humans. They manage to rush their stolen truck into the frontal torpedo tube of the ship's prow. Looted since millennia, there is no weapon installed and instead they crash right into the hallways of the ship. Orkish pursuers at times do not make the hawk-jump and crash into the prow, atomized by their speed and imperial ceramic armor.
With only two scrap-made carts on their tails, the crew escapes into the depths of the cruiser and shakes them off, advancing on foot. The previously stunned engine gretchin is now enthralled to their group.
Finally they reach the ingition altar, and the key is inserted.It follows a puzzle that is difficult in ways that average players would never comprehend. An active listening challenge, in which nothing else but the uberduck text to speech voice of the voice labled as the "burgerking rapper" is giving them a comprehension summary task. It explains the perils of the previous crew in what is, and I man up to this because I am responsible, a slight joke on cost of the Jamaican accent, which is fairly hard to understand on it's own. But if you throw in a mix of shadowrun "chummer" lingo, German and obscure 90's hip hop references you end up in a wall of spoken text that rushes over you and leaves only a state of absolute confusion.
Excusingly the GM proclaims that thousand year old low gothic is hard to understand.
After successful tech use the techpriest manages to obtain all the voice files. Of course the GM saw this happening and adds voice files into the selection of player-replayable files, that are mild taunts against the tech priest, even more obscure references and a rap that decries the imperial navy as loosers and proclaims servitor pirates to be the winner.
Finally Grim the navigator, of all people, manages to use what little buzzwords he can understand and ties together a story of what must have happened: The previous crew was killed or went missing, servitor crew was frozen in stasis and the ship went into hibernating. The entire ship belonged to pirates, making captain Ashford drop his facade and openly proclaim that he is a freebooter.
This is the start of the "Arcadia's" adventure along the fringes of sector Koronus and a great feud between a Warghboss and a reaver pirate captain.
Long story short: If you make a devils bargain with the GM about getting a very good starter ship, you will still have to fight for it.
2023.03.26 19:05 Teguterror An Honest Dominion
Okay, here’s my attempt at a NOP fanfic.
The Nature of Predators is made by u/SpacePaladin15
Just a few tidbits before we get started. I’m not sticking close to the cannon, so don’t be surprised when groups operate differently from their real NOP counterparts. I’m going for a “dark time line” kind of situation. There are going to be war crimes and lots of devil’s advocate nonsense, so this fanfic may rustle your jimmies. The start of this story takes place on Sillis and is only told from a single Arxur supply officer’s POV.
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Memory transcription subject: Varce, Cattleship Δ1242, Sillis
Date [standardized human time]: December 4, 2136
Finally… After mindlessly double checking and triple checking weapons and herbivore feed inventory it was time to get some fresh air. The raid itinerary had originally slated us to landfall 36 hours ago, but then a small human fleet lurched into our FTL disruptor grid. The grid was deployed with the intent to prevent prey ships from escaping, but hey, happy accidents.
I looked around the squad that I would be overseeing during prey extraction. Their faces ranged from agitated to giddy, all hungry. Starvation prior to deployment was standard practice for lower enlisted. It made them extra violent which was perfect for propaganda. Having a full relaxed Arxur on shift wouldn’t be near as terrifying for the pseudo-sapient snack bags.
Of course not all were starved, officers like myself needed to keep a cool head while procuring desperately needed food for the people of Wriss. It is my job, as one of the Dominion’s loyal servants, to ease the suffering of sapient lives throughout the known universe. I should clarify, that while I am somewhat defective, I’m not some delusional prey loving nut-job. I just care about sapients more that the average Arxur, that’s all.
The cargo doors of the craft hissed open as eye burning natural light entered the space. After I recovered from my temporary blindness, I barked out orders to my subordinates and began driving the refrigeration cart out of the ship. Its anti-gravity motors hummed as Arxur marched alongside it. Except for Tarth, lazy ass was perched on the cart’s lid with a ranged rifle shouldered. He says he does it to “be a lookout”, but we both know that’s bullshit. I let him get away with it though, what’s the point of having authority if you don’t use it to let your friend do stupid crap?
We had been dropped off at ground zero of a conventional bombing zone. Ruble from buildings with twisted bit of chitin sticking out covered the ground. Troops passed any worthwhile pieces to the cart for preservation. Eating of scraps was forbidden. It would spoil the squad's appetite prior to any engagements with the tilfish survivors. Thinking about the impending carnage reminded me to activate the 360’ camera fixed atop the cart’s driver compartment. Maybe some of my footage would go into one of the hunting compilations that gets forcibly broadcast onto the media channels the prey’s young watch. I let out a throaty chuckle thinking about the fearful cries one of those forsaken abominations would make.
Tarth looked over to me. “What’s so funny blubber tail? All that prime officer food finally melt your brain.”
“No just thinking about the prospect of one of our hunts being used for entertainment, now get back to work “look-out”.”
“Eh… I’m not too sure any footage is going to be used from this raid. None of the Gojid Cradle footage got used since the brass didn’t want Arxur to be associated with killing sapients.”
“...True. Well I’ll film this anyway, maybe it could be used as b-roll footage for future human engagement training.”
“I’d prefer we didn’t run into any humans boss-man”
I grimaced at the thought, the chatty Arxur had a point. I’ve never killed a sapient before. I had pushed the idea out of my head before, but it all came back to me. The whole reason Chief Hunter Shaza deployed 8000 of her ships to Sillis was to fight the humans, the tilfish were an afterthought in truth. I don’t really get why the humans were so keen on picking a fight with the Dominion. Chief Hunter Isif saved their entire species and in turn they started rattling a saber at Chief Hunter Shaza’s initial raiding group. Do they want to be at war with both the Federation AND the Dominion. Surely they understand that that would be a death sentence for such a small race with no backup colonies. It’s just so frustrating, we finally meet another sapient race and all they want to do is fight. We should be working together to wipe out the genocidal maniacs in the Federation.
“Hey Varce. Varce. Looks like that building over there is ripe for hunting. Just say the word.”
I perked up after being pulled from my dark thoughts. We were no longer surrounded by rubble and were at our first scheduled stop. A eugenics clinic that was likely filled with eggs that would top off the cart I brought along. I glanced at the life detection hardware built into the driver’s panel.
“Listen up. We’re here for the eggs in that building. It has 33 adult tilfish life signs inside. Don’t bother taking any of them alive, just put a hole in their heads and dump them in the cart. Eggs are our priority. EGGS. Don’t get too bite-y. There’s a bomb shelter down the road for that kind of behavior. Now get to it and make the Prophet proud!”
I stood by with Tarth and several auto-turret technicians as the rest of the squad swarmed all sides of the clinic. Per standard procedure, I had the techs set up an auto-turret for any surprise runaways. After a couple of minutes a tilfish on the second floor desperately crawled part way out of a window trying to escape. It fell to the ground after Tarth took out one of its weight bearing feet. The impact ruptured it chitin and it died shortly after. As Tarth began strolling over to retrieve the soon to be refrigerated carcass, several more tilfish landed on top of the now flattened meat pulp. Tarth threw himself to the ground as the auto-turrets made there tell-tell beeping noise. Now Tarth had to carry back three piles of meat pulp.
Tarth sat the meat piles down in front of the cart while laughing. “Prophet help me. My life just flashed before my eyes. That would’ve been such an underwhelming way to go. Thank the prophet I’m a master at dodging.”
“I wouldn’t exactly call collapsing to the ground in terror “masterful”, but yeah sure. At least your not dead. Now lets get this slop cleaned up and preserved.”
“Your just jealous of how awesome I looked. Also, that ankle shot I did was glorious. Admit it.”
Tarth went on stroking his ego for the next half hour as the cart was filled with delicious nutritious eggs and gooey bug parts. The cart’s driver panel indicated that we had gathered about 10,000LBS of food in total. A good haul so far, that would be enough to feed roughly a 140 Arxur for a week. I sent the cart back to the ship with an escort while everyone else headed to the nearby bomb shelter.
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Once we arrived at our next scheduled location, courtesy of garbage prey internet security, I had the auto-turret techs set up a perimeter around the shelter entrance. It’s not likely that someone would pull a fast one on us, but I’ve never been into gambling. While we waited for fresh empty carts to arrive, I went ahead and had the squad look around for any material to block up the bomb shelter’s ventilation ports.
After even more waiting, four refrigeration carts and some shelter cracking materials arrived. The plan for shelter cracking was tried and true. First, we would have a drill bore out a hole through the blast door. That would then rapidly be followed up with a flash bang to scare off anyone smart enough to shoot through the hole. This is then followed by several tear gas canisters and a smoke machine. The smoke would exit any ventilation ports and they would be subsequently sealed. After all that we then pump the place full of nitrous oxide, wait about 20 minutes, and breach the doors.
Often times there will be one or two prey smart enough to wear self-contained breathing apparatuses. For this reason, once the door is opened we send in something similar to what a human would refer to as a “Claymore Roomba”. About 20 seconds after activating the device I heard a loud BANG and sent in the initial breaching party. After the all clear, the carts and myself entered.
Oh no.
Near the entrance to shelter was what was left of four humans. SAPIENTS. I killed sapients. I gave the order. They are my responsibility. I’m effectively a murderer now. I know that it’s “war”, but still. That doesn't un-kill them.
I choked down my horror remembering what would happen if other Arxur saw me like this. I turned to Tarth. “Inspect these four for any useful equipment or identifying information. After that, bring it all to me”
I turned away and kept walking. I couldn’t look at their mutilated faces anymore, shards of clear poly-carbonate lodged in their skulls from the breathing mask they were wearing. Blackened blood peppering their bodies and surroundings. Those were someones kids, friends, lovers, and I took them away. I just destroyed families in one foul swoop.
I cleared my head as i walked into the auditorium filled with drowsy and unconscious tilfish. I ensured the cameras on all of the carts were on and gave the order. What came next was quite the sight.
The little abominations screeched and squealed as my squad tore into them. Ripping the young away from the dazed brood-mothers, tearing the monsters apart like they deserved. Loyal and dedicated soldiers finally filling their stomachs after days of hunger. This is what it’s all about. Bringing smiles to the faces of sapients. At this moment I could finally forget about the atrocity that happened to those four in the previous room. I started to salivate myself a little, I shouldn’t indulge though. This is a reward to the Arxur people, not me.
I cheerily hummed as the weak tilfish were tossed into the refrigeration carts. The cold would slow them down to nothing, but it wouldn’t kill them. Perfectly convenient for filling the cages back on the cattle ships. Watching over the cart’s weight readouts I guesstimated that this would be enough to feed about 680 Arxur for a week. It makes me so proud thinking about all the young wonderful Arxur that will get to enjoy these meals. How they’ll go to sleep with full bellies and grow strong. No deformations from malnutrition. Perfectly formed jaws with clean straight teeth. Unlike mine, jagged, crisscrossed, and malformed. I’ll make sure that they have better lives then me. It’s the least I could do.
These thoughts were short-lived unfortunately. Tarth approached me with a bag crafted from the same materials as the pelts the humans wear. I took it silently and he went off to go get his fill.
I dug through the “backpack” as I would later identify it. The pack contained weapons, ammo, and holopads. Turns out the holopads required biometerics, but Tarth was kind enough to attach the associated severed thumbs to each. I went through and altered the security preferences to myself on all of them and glossed through one’s photo album.
I knew what I was going to see, but I punished myself anyway. The dead human had a mate. Whether or not it was a temporary relationship, I don’t know. They had pictures of themselves standing in front of various earth locations. Monuments, beautiful scenes of nature you’d never see on a federation planet, relaxed on furniture with a furry quadrupedal predator. Things I’ve never seen in person and likely never will. I robbed the human of all of this.
I put away the holopad and steeled myself. If I was going to have a breakdown, it would be in my quarters.
I quietly waited for the final stages of the shelter raid to wrap up and began planning the next step of today’s festivities. The entire squad would escort the refrigeration carts back to the cattle ship and we would then exchange them for one refrigeration cart and two cargo carts. After that we would search a nearby tilfish military base for heavy munitions and any high value ship related equipment and materials.
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There was a bit of a delay at Cattleship Δ1242. The other squads were as successful as mine, so we had to wait for a refrigeration cart to be freed up. I took the opportunity to drop off the human pack in my room and check the current raid situation. Thankfully there weren’t any notable hiccups in the raid from a global perspective. The human FTL clusterfuck only shorted us a few ships and part of the fleet was in process with salvaging them for FTL drives, fuel, FTL disruptors, inertial dampeners, shield generators, and databases containing flight logs and encryption keys.
After the update, I reconvened with my squad and gave them a run down on the status of the raid. Tarth already hopped up onto the refrigeration cart before I even got to it. Lazy ass.
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We were still about a half mile out from our destination when Tarth perked up and swung his rifle around toward a concrete building. I trailed his the direction his rifle was pointing to see a rather peculiar sight. A white human pelt that was tied to a stick by the arms was being waved around. However, who was holding it was hiding behind part of the building.
Before I could say anything Tarth already sent a round through the pelt.
“OH SHIT. Uhh… Hey in human culture white flags are a universal symbol of “I give up. Please don’t shoot me” okay?”
My thoughts shot back to the four mutilated corpses I left back in the bomb shelter. Icy guilt crept down my back and left my tail with pins and needles. I sighed for a moment and waved Tarth to lower his gun.
“Alright human, come out slowly, we won’t shoot you.”
A fleshy claw-less hand poked out from the wall and waited.
I grumbled as the weak predator peaked out. “When I said slowly, I meant some time today. I have a schedule to keep.”
“Sorry. Was just taking it slow. Figured if someone with a hair trigger got any ideas, it’d be better to lose a hand than a life.”
The human was one of the paler variants. It had a smashed in muzzle like the rest of its kind. Not exactly what I’d call an apex predator, but I’d tolerate it. (It… He I think?) He carried two large green storage cylinders on his back and was wearing the standard blue helmet uniform. At his hip was a belt carrying various bobbles and oh that’s a gun.
“If your surrendering, why do you have a gun?”
“It’s for the crazy murder bugs with the flamethrowers. As long as you bunch are on the ball with killing them, you can have it.”
I grunted at Tarth and nodded him over to the human. He drew the sidearm from the humans holster and inspected it. Tarth being Tarth, then proceeded to start jabbing the human with the weapon gleefully. The human looked over to me pleadingly. He clearly wasn’t thrilled with having a gun poking into his gut.
I spoke up. “Tarth do you intend on wasting our time as well? Get over here. Human, you will stay within ten feet of him or me at all times. Don’t try to run off, I don’t need to explain what will happen if you try.”
“Understood”
Well, at least the human seems to be disciplined enough to not have an attitude.
Our procession continued as I introduced our first official human captive to Tarth and myself. The weaker “social predator” was just as chatty as my slightly defective friend to my disappointment. However, once the topic of our destination came up, my mercy started to pay off.
“You guys are going to the base? Yeah. Fuck that. Don’t go there. That place is an absolute shitstorm. Some empathetic dumb-asses started to let tilfish in so we could protect them from the scary Arxur. I naturally raided supply of their MREs and got the fuck out of there. Lo and behold, before I was even out the gate the tilfish started shooting and burning dudes. Never trust a fuckin’ bug.”
Tarth and I both chuckled at the idea of some empathetic prey lovers getting their comeuppance.
“Despite that, we are still going human. I was assigned to raid the base for goods and you already know where everything is. So try not to get shot or burned until after our objective is completed.”
The human looked dejected. “Well fuck… I should’ve stayed behind that wall. Are you absolutely sure you want to go there. All the functional ships evacuated early yesterday during your surprise attack on the planetary defenses.”
Tarth spoke up. ”Wasn’t much of a surprise really. Not even an hour into the assault and a human fleet of a thousand some odd ships popped in behind us.”
“The UN had an entire fleet show up within an hour of you guys arriving?
“Yes. Although it was pretty short lived. They disabled a few of our shields with some kind of bombs, but it really didn’t matter. We outnumbered them 8 to 1 and just threw a wall of plasma at them. Not a whole lot of defensive positions to be had out in space. Most of them tried to run, but we catapulted FTL disruptor buoys at them and burnt them all. I have no idea what their strategy was there.”
“...Cool. Good to know.”
“You should have seen it. Ships full of foolish humans turning into molten slag. Their corpses ejecting into space and bloating up from the vacuum. Some of them holding onto their pet prey. Maybe we’ll gather up the tasty prey carcasses later, the cold of space preserves meat nicely I hear. I swear I could hear the screams even in space. That’s what it’s like when weak predators try to pick fights with the Arxur. They weren’t smart like you, human.”
The human shut up after that. I suspect the thought of so many of his kin dying likely saddened him. To be fair, I would be too if those were my people. I mean, it sucks that so many sapients died, but I didn’t have a hand in it.
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The entrance to the base was finally in sight. Tarth and the human lounged on the top of the refrigeration cart despite the irritated side glances from the others in the squad. I could smell the stench of burnt flesh wafting towards us from somewhere deeper in the base. It served as a good confirmation that the human wasn’t feeding us bad intel.
I was looking over to the human pleased when gray blood splattered out from the back of his helmet. It took me a second to realize we were being shot at. It took another for me to order my squad to take cover behind the sturdy carts. I ordered the auto-turret techs to deploy their toys to protect our flanks and rear.
Tarth, the human’s corpse, and I all crouched together behind the refrigeration cart. I’d never seen a dead body convulse in such a weird way before, desperately pulling off its helmet and cursing… Wait. What? The air suddenly reeked of burnt hair and small wisp of smoke coming from the doffed helmet. Tarth gave the living corpse a weird look and shrugged. Questions later, not dying takes precedence.
Tarth and I ensured the aim assist in our rifles was toggled on and proceeded to dispense suppressive fire from behind the cart. Ideally, we could just point our weapons in our adversaries general direction and the rifle’s computer would do the hard part.
The human started panicking when a metal ball dropped next to us. He kicked the sphere away and started cursing in pain while holding his foot. No surprise there you moronic primate, those black leather foot coverings aren’t going to protect you when you punt a metal ball down the street. Wait... Did that ball just explode? Oh. Yeah. We got briefed on those things come to think of it. Good call monkey-man, your foot didn’t go bruised in vain.
As Tarth and I lowered ourselves back down to reload, we suddenly felt the smaller predator forcibly sandwich himself between us. He tightened himself into a tiny ball while wide eyed. I looked around our perimeter. There weren’t any hostile humans so what was his deal. Tarth’s breathing seized up as well, what the hell was going on?
Beep Beep.
It occurred to me at that moment the auto-turrets haven’t been updated to recognize any humans as friendly. I froze up and slowly looked at our flanks. Both turrets were pointing at us. I’ve never pissed myself before… But I got damn close.
The three of us just stayed there perfectly still for what felt like hours. It gave me enough time to think about many things in my life. All the things I haven’t done yet. I’ve never had the opportunity to sire my own clutch, the closest thing I have to a friend is a psycho that gravitates toward me because I’m the only one that tolerates his non-stop yapping, and how nice is it to finally feel the warmth of another pressed up against me. Holy crap what is wrong with me? Prophet, I’m sorry for being so defective. If you bail me out of this, I’ll do whatever you want, just give me a sign.
And the Prophet answered my prayer indeed. Some foolhardy humans finally went for our flanks and drew the ire of the auto-turrets away from us. As the BRRT of the turrets sounded off Tarth, being the absolute bastard that he is, dived away from us.
This left me and the human exposed to the turrets. My initial thought was to push the human over and dive away, so I pushed him over. As I readied myself to dive, I thought about those four in the shelter. How I robbed them of their lives and families. I just couldn't do that again. I can’t just pretend that it’s not my problem. The human’s eyes showed such sadness from that impending betrayal. So I dived, hoping that I’d be able to hide him from the sensors on the auto-turrets.
Luckily, he was still balled up so it wasn’t terribly difficult to cover him with my body. I never felt so exposed in my life, doing this. I just laid there thinking, waiting, and wondering if my empathy was about to come back to bite me in the ass. This was all so off putting, being this close to another person. I wanted nothing more than to get up and walk away. I could hear his breath and the light tensing of his body. This wasn’t something that really happens with Arxur.
Eventually, the sound of gunfire died down. I heard people milling about, the hiss of medical foam being applied, and the louder hiss of angry Arxur having gunshot wounds treated.
“Uh. Sir?” I heard the confused words of one of the auto-turret techs.
“No no no. Leave him be. Can’t you see our dear leader is in love. Although, that is the UGLIEST woman I’ve ever seen.”
I’ve never wanted to smack that annoying lazy ass more than at this moment.
I cleared my throat. “Solider, would you kindly deactivate the auto-turrets so our guide to the base doesn't get shredded by an angry machine.”
“Oh..? Yes. Right away sir.”
So I laid there, feeling a smug ass staring a hole into the back of my head. I recapped the events of the skirmish and lamented how I did so little. I only burned through one magazine with some sprayN’pray and that was it. Hell, the human saved a lot of our asses with that grenade save.
Speaking of the human. “Hey human? Why aren’t you dead? You just took a bullet to the head.”
“Uh. The helmets we wear are really good. They have this non-Newtonian fluid laced with perovskite crystals. Basically, the helmet is a fluid sack that hardens in response to physical trauma. It then converts kinetic energy into heat and electricity. These helmets can eat a .308 point blank. Only downsides are that they are one and done armors and that they’ll burn the shit out of you if they stay in contact too long.”
I’d never heard of such a thing before, but clearly it worked. I’ve seen prey attempt to use helmets with varying degrees of failure. Problem is, usually the brain gets shook around and they die anyway. I decided that this fluid would be beneficial to the Dominion.
I spoke up to get Tarth’s attention. “Tarth. Order anyone that isn’t busy to strip the human’s of their armor pelts and headgear. Place everything in the cargo cart next to the human’s green storage bags.”
Shortly after I gave out the order, the auto turret tech returned. “Varce sir. The auto-turrets have been deactivated.”
I Immediately popped up to separate myself from the smaller predator. Looking around it seems we had fared well enough against the ambush. Heh. Arxur being ambushed. Crazy times. We only lost 3 soldiers and have a handful of injuries. It could have been a lot worse. Even Tarth has some med foam sticking out of his arm. The Arxur bodies were being loaded into the refrigeration cart. We’d look into harvesting their organs for transplants later.
The human looked over the bodies of his fallen kin. I decided it would be appropriate to talk to him about their deaths. The bodies had been stripped as ordered, although it appears someone got overzealous and stripped one of them of all there pelts. Wow. That is super gross looking. It’s just like, dangling around on the outside. What happens if it gets caught on something? Does it just tear off and regenerate? That’s just downright terrible design.
Getting myself back on topic. I turned to the human and spoke up. “So… Did you know any of these humans?”
“Uh… Yeah. To be honest. They were fucking elitist assholes. Doesn’t mean I wanted them dead though. It’s just well... This is all a fucking mess. They did shoot me in the back of the head though. So it’s kind of hard to not feel schadenfreude about the whole thing… Can I get a new helmet? Mine’s kind of busted right now.”
“Go for it. There should be some next to your stuff in the cargo cart.”
“Thanks. I mean… As in thanks for everything. You saved my ass in a big way. Not a whole lot of people would of done that for me… So thank you... Yeah.”
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The inside of the base had seen better days. Some buildings had been destroyed either by the original raid or the human’s occupation. It also appeared that the exterminator’s fires got out of hand and had spread to the tent city the UN made for their troops. There were quite a few chard human bodies mixed in with the debris. I could certainly understand why the human had no desire to come back.
I got out of the refrigeration cart and announced to my squad. “Apply fire retardant measures. There may be exterminators in this base.”
My fellow Arxur and I pulled out small aerosol canisters and began dousing ourselves in the gelatinous contents. This substance would greatly reduce the flammability of the fuel the exterminators typically use, though the films covering us would oxidize and become useless after about 20 minutes. We needed to make a clean sweep of our travel path and secure the nearby maintenance hangar before then. I placed the spent canister back in my tail pouch and began driving again.
“So you’ve got one of those spray bottles for me, right?” The human looked over to me pleadingly. “Just sayin’. I’d like to not burn to death if at all possible.”
“Are you willing to strip naked and shave yourself?”
“What?”
“This stuff only works if it forms a solid layer on you. It won’t work on fur and pelts.”
“Shit… Can I have my gun back then?”
“No.”
We continued moving for about ten minutes per the human’s instructions. The intersection that would take us to our loot was finally in view. There were large industrial style buildings surrounding us from all sides. This was where minor ship parts like valves would be stored or milled out for ships. Lots of little doors and tight alleyways for the diminutive insectoids to scurry through. As such this was the perfect environment for exterminators to hide. I kept my eyes peeled for even the slightest movement.
My suspicions paid off immediately when I noticed some dumpsters that were conveniently lined up between two buildings. I know a barricade when I see one. I brought our caravan to a stop just out of weapons range of the prey’s fortifications. I checked the driver’s panel for life signs and smiled knowing my caution was justified.
I stood out of the drivers seat, silently motioning towards the dumpsters. Half of the squad formed up around the carts. The other half broke into groups and approached the dumpsters from multiple angles. My group consisted of Tarth, the human, and three other Arxur.
My group and I shouldered our rifles and began unloading into the dumpsters. The foolish prey actually thought they were going to get one over on us. In moments tilfish started scrambling, desperately spraying the flammable contents of their weapons in the air towards us. Most of it fell short with only a few stray droplets touching us. We stood back at a comfortable range as the last few bugs dropped to the ground bleeding out in a pool of their own accelerant. One of the little abominations used the last of its pathetic strength to immolate the remains of it group.
A burst of flame pushed towards us, showering us with embers and half burnt debris. Our groups backed away from the intense heat and rapidly pawed off any unwelcome remains of the explosion. Well, except for the human, his left forearm was very on fire. With a surprising level of calmness, my human pulled a water bottle from his belt and doused the flame away.
He looked over to me and grumbled. “I probably should of stayed at the carts.”
“Probably. How did you even get that much fuel on your arm?”
“I didn’t. These uniforms are made out of acrylic and cotton. Very flammable. The UN thought it would be a good idea to have us peace keep against guys who almost exclusively use fire. I have many words about the UN. None of them are nice.”
“At least you handled being on fire pretty well.”
“I’ve seen about twenty people get caught on fire in the past week. I know the drill. Also, I’m gonna need some medical attention for this by the end of the day.”
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Fantastic, we’ve arrive at the maintenance hangar the human recommended and what do we find? More barricades and a bunch of life signs. Maybe I shouldn’t complain. I might be able to top off all my carts in one go.
I ordered my squad to surround the structure just as I had with the eugenics clinic. Though I had to stop the auto-turret techs before they accidentally lit up my human. I quietly pondered how I was going access the hangar with minimal gunfire. I didn't want to run the risk of accidentally damaging a spare FTL drive or something. I ultimately landed on the idea of just ramming through the door with the cargo cart to draw attention and then have the squad flank the inhabitants.
As one of my troops lined up their cart with the doors a shaky human voice called out. “Wait! We have missile warheads rigged to blow if you try anything!”
My human looked over to me and motioned he was going to the door. I allowed him to do so.
“Hey Lee, is that you?” My human questioned. “How are you holding up?”
“Hall? What the hell are you doing with the space nazi crocs?” (Who the hell is Hall? Oh, okay, that’s my human’s name. I should probably remember that.)
“You know. Trying to not die. Things are all kinds of FUBAR right now.”
“Things get rough and you just bail? All we had to do is hold down the fort and wait for rescue. And what do you do? You immediately defect to them. They literally eat babies. You abandoned humanity.”
“Lee. A UN fleet jumped into system one hour after the Arxur arrived.”
“So they tried to save us and you decide to run off?”
“No no. How long would it take for a fleet going FTL to get here assuming a distress signal was sent out the second the Arxur arrived?”
“… Are you saying that they knew the Arxur were coming and didn’t give us a heads up? But…”
“Look man. You’ve got to make your own decisions, but from where I’m standing you really only have two choices. Either commit suicide by Arxur or walk away from what your doing and survive. The Arxur are going to eventually try to trade us to the UN. I intend on living.”
“But what about the tilfish? Are you seriously fine with them being cattle?”
“If you want to die for some bugs that burnt Clark alive two days ago, then that's your call. See you later… Or not.”
“Wait. Wait!”
My human didn’t respond. He just walked back over to me. After that brief exchange, he looked completely used up. It did help me to better understand his willingness to work with me though. All these humans planet side had effectively been left to die before we even arrived at Sillis. Most of them didn’t even know they were fighting for a government that withheld knowledge that could’ve saved them. They could have evacuated and saved so many sapient lives. So much for 5 humans for every 500 million xenos.
I waited long enough. It was time to crack this egg. As I gave the order to breach, I heard four consecutive gunshots come from the hangar. The cargo cart broke open the door and the side entrances were forced as well. I walked in behind the cargo cart and took stock of the situation. A somewhat tanned human was standing over three tilfish carcasses while brandishing its rifle towards a crowd of prey.
The human was seizing up saying. “Don’t move. I… I… I don’t want to die, okay! I… I’m sorry. It’s just that…”
The human trailed off murmuring nonsense. My human got his attention and led him out of the building. Given the degraded mental state of the disheveled human, that was probably best given what was going to happen next. I gave a quick look around, there was no “rigged warhead”, the “Lee” human had given us an empty threat.
The weak prey didn’t stand a chance as my fellow Arxur snatched them up, forcing them into the refrigeration cart. Shrill cries escaped the grotesque creature’s mouths as they were pressed against the Arxur bodies that were already in the cart. Perhaps more refrigeration carts should’ve been brought. The cart reached what was the “comfortable capacity” and there was still a third of the tilfish to go. So naturally, we just started pushing them in harder. Pops and cracks could be heard as chitin bent and broke from strain. Ear piercing noises echoed throughout the room as the little mindless bugs wailed. With one final push, we managed to load all of the bugs into the cart. The readout said we had collected about 18,200lbs of food. While the cart’s recommended weight limit had been exceeded, the thought of 250 Arxur getting to stave off starvation brought me so much joy.
I walked about the hangar inspecting all of the available loot. While I was disappointed by the lack of any FTL related equipment, there was however, an abundance of components for inertial dampeners and shields. My squad got to work loading up the two cargo carts as I went to check up on the two humans. I found them a short walk away from the hangar sitting together under a shade. The humans looked over to me when I approached them. Lee must have gotten more ill. His face was inflamed and red with looked to be signs of leaked fluid on his pelts. Wonderful. I’m going to have to take both of them to medical since this one is developing some kind of infection.
My human looked between Lee and me for a moment before speaking. “Lee. This is Varce. He is a supply officer on his ship and is currently in charge of retrieving ship parts from this base. Varce. This is Lee. He was in training to become an air force mechanic prior to being transferred to the UN to be cannon fodder.”
Seeing that Lee was hesitant to talk, I took the initiative. “Hello Lee, I’m Varce. We’ll be heading back to our ship here in a minute. I’ll run you guys by our doc and get you some acceptable sleeping quarters. As for food, we have two bags of human meals ready to eat available for you since you guys have certain dietary restrictions. Also, I’m going to need you to forfeit your firearms for now. Armed humans can be somewhat distressing for Arxur. I hope you understand.”
Lee glanced up to me. “Are we going to be traded back to the UN?”
“Yes. While the exact terms haven’t been decided yet. I’d hazard a guess that Chief Hunter Shaza will likely be trading you for artificial meat. We don’t eat people.”
The human scrunched up his face at that and handed over his weapons. The three of us then headed back to the carts so that we could depart. I did have to shoo Tarth off the overburdened refrigeration cart. He then started to try to pester the mentally unwell human. Luckily, my human lured him away before any harm could be inflicted.
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Once we had returned to Cattleship Δ1242, the humans and I fished out the MREs and armor from the cargo cart. We went to my room to deposit the goods and then headed towards doc. I may have made a miscalculation on my path unfortunately. We passed by the caging area that was established for any captured enemy humans. It already housed several residents. Lee began to panic thinking that I was going to be placing him in there.
I stopped him and explained. “No Lee, listen. That’s for humans that try to kill us. I’m going to be re-purposing a supply closet for you two. Okay? ...That sounds worse than it actually is. It’s a nice supply closet. I’ll get you some nesting materials.”
My human started snorting and chuckling uncontrollably. I wasn’t certain if it was me or Lee that caused this.
We paid doc a visit and got my human patched up. The other one’s swelling had reduced back down during the trip back to the ship.
We would be departing soon. The ship had collected everything that it could for the time being, so our next destination would be a cattle farm on an old thafki colony planet. I hoped that things could go smoothly with the temporary integration of two humans. I’m going to need them for the ungodly big pile of ship components I’m about to have to enter into Dominion inventory.
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That’s it for the time being. I’m not certain if I’ll do a follow up on this. This whole fanfic idea ended up happening thanks to Marcel’s magic helmet. I make no claim of being a decent write or proofreader. If you read this, it’s your own fault.
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The Nature of Predators is made by u/SpacePaladin15
Just a few tidbits before we get started. I’m not sticking close to the cannon, so don’t be surprised when groups operate differently from their real NOP counterparts. I’m going for a “dark time line” kind of situation. There are going to be war crimes and lots of devil’s advocate nonsense, so this fanfic may rustle your jimmies. The start of this story takes place on Sillis and is only told from a single Arxur supply officer’s POV.
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Memory transcription subject: Varce, Cattleship Δ1242, Sillis
Date [standardized human time]: December 4, 2136
Finally… After mindlessly double checking and triple checking weapons and herbivore feed inventory it was time to get some fresh air. The raid itinerary had originally slated us to landfall 36 hours ago, but then a small human fleet lurched into our FTL disruptor grid. The grid was deployed with the intent to prevent prey ships from escaping, but hey, happy accidents.
I looked around the squad that I would be overseeing during prey extraction. Their faces ranged from agitated to giddy, all hungry. Starvation prior to deployment was standard practice for lower enlisted. It made them extra violent which was perfect for propaganda. Having a full relaxed Arxur on shift wouldn’t be near as terrifying for the pseudo-sapient snack bags.
Of course not all were starved, officers like myself needed to keep a cool head while procuring desperately needed food for the people of Wriss. It is my job, as one of the Dominion’s loyal servants, to ease the suffering of sapient lives throughout the known universe. I should clarify, that while I am somewhat defective, I’m not some delusional prey loving nut-job. I just care about sapients more that the average Arxur, that’s all.
The cargo doors of the craft hissed open as eye burning natural light entered the space. After I recovered from my temporary blindness, I barked out orders to my subordinates and began driving the refrigeration cart out of the ship. Its anti-gravity motors hummed as Arxur marched alongside it. Except for Tarth, lazy ass was perched on the cart’s lid with a ranged rifle shouldered. He says he does it to “be a lookout”, but we both know that’s bullshit. I let him get away with it though, what’s the point of having authority if you don’t use it to let your friend do stupid crap?
We had been dropped off at ground zero of a conventional bombing zone. Ruble from buildings with twisted bit of chitin sticking out covered the ground. Troops passed any worthwhile pieces to the cart for preservation. Eating of scraps was forbidden. It would spoil the squad's appetite prior to any engagements with the tilfish survivors. Thinking about the impending carnage reminded me to activate the 360’ camera fixed atop the cart’s driver compartment. Maybe some of my footage would go into one of the hunting compilations that gets forcibly broadcast onto the media channels the prey’s young watch. I let out a throaty chuckle thinking about the fearful cries one of those forsaken abominations would make.
Tarth looked over to me. “What’s so funny blubber tail? All that prime officer food finally melt your brain.”
“No just thinking about the prospect of one of our hunts being used for entertainment, now get back to work “look-out”.”
“Eh… I’m not too sure any footage is going to be used from this raid. None of the Gojid Cradle footage got used since the brass didn’t want Arxur to be associated with killing sapients.”
“...True. Well I’ll film this anyway, maybe it could be used as b-roll footage for future human engagement training.”
“I’d prefer we didn’t run into any humans boss-man”
I grimaced at the thought, the chatty Arxur had a point. I’ve never killed a sapient before. I had pushed the idea out of my head before, but it all came back to me. The whole reason Chief Hunter Shaza deployed 8000 of her ships to Sillis was to fight the humans, the tilfish were an afterthought in truth. I don’t really get why the humans were so keen on picking a fight with the Dominion. Chief Hunter Isif saved their entire species and in turn they started rattling a saber at Chief Hunter Shaza’s initial raiding group. Do they want to be at war with both the Federation AND the Dominion. Surely they understand that that would be a death sentence for such a small race with no backup colonies. It’s just so frustrating, we finally meet another sapient race and all they want to do is fight. We should be working together to wipe out the genocidal maniacs in the Federation.
“Hey Varce. Varce. Looks like that building over there is ripe for hunting. Just say the word.”
I perked up after being pulled from my dark thoughts. We were no longer surrounded by rubble and were at our first scheduled stop. A eugenics clinic that was likely filled with eggs that would top off the cart I brought along. I glanced at the life detection hardware built into the driver’s panel.
“Listen up. We’re here for the eggs in that building. It has 33 adult tilfish life signs inside. Don’t bother taking any of them alive, just put a hole in their heads and dump them in the cart. Eggs are our priority. EGGS. Don’t get too bite-y. There’s a bomb shelter down the road for that kind of behavior. Now get to it and make the Prophet proud!”
I stood by with Tarth and several auto-turret technicians as the rest of the squad swarmed all sides of the clinic. Per standard procedure, I had the techs set up an auto-turret for any surprise runaways. After a couple of minutes a tilfish on the second floor desperately crawled part way out of a window trying to escape. It fell to the ground after Tarth took out one of its weight bearing feet. The impact ruptured it chitin and it died shortly after. As Tarth began strolling over to retrieve the soon to be refrigerated carcass, several more tilfish landed on top of the now flattened meat pulp. Tarth threw himself to the ground as the auto-turrets made there tell-tell beeping noise. Now Tarth had to carry back three piles of meat pulp.
Tarth sat the meat piles down in front of the cart while laughing. “Prophet help me. My life just flashed before my eyes. That would’ve been such an underwhelming way to go. Thank the prophet I’m a master at dodging.”
“I wouldn’t exactly call collapsing to the ground in terror “masterful”, but yeah sure. At least your not dead. Now lets get this slop cleaned up and preserved.”
“Your just jealous of how awesome I looked. Also, that ankle shot I did was glorious. Admit it.”
Tarth went on stroking his ego for the next half hour as the cart was filled with delicious nutritious eggs and gooey bug parts. The cart’s driver panel indicated that we had gathered about 10,000LBS of food in total. A good haul so far, that would be enough to feed roughly a 140 Arxur for a week. I sent the cart back to the ship with an escort while everyone else headed to the nearby bomb shelter.
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Once we arrived at our next scheduled location, courtesy of garbage prey internet security, I had the auto-turret techs set up a perimeter around the shelter entrance. It’s not likely that someone would pull a fast one on us, but I’ve never been into gambling. While we waited for fresh empty carts to arrive, I went ahead and had the squad look around for any material to block up the bomb shelter’s ventilation ports.
After even more waiting, four refrigeration carts and some shelter cracking materials arrived. The plan for shelter cracking was tried and true. First, we would have a drill bore out a hole through the blast door. That would then rapidly be followed up with a flash bang to scare off anyone smart enough to shoot through the hole. This is then followed by several tear gas canisters and a smoke machine. The smoke would exit any ventilation ports and they would be subsequently sealed. After all that we then pump the place full of nitrous oxide, wait about 20 minutes, and breach the doors.
Often times there will be one or two prey smart enough to wear self-contained breathing apparatuses. For this reason, once the door is opened we send in something similar to what a human would refer to as a “Claymore Roomba”. About 20 seconds after activating the device I heard a loud BANG and sent in the initial breaching party. After the all clear, the carts and myself entered.
Oh no.
Near the entrance to shelter was what was left of four humans. SAPIENTS. I killed sapients. I gave the order. They are my responsibility. I’m effectively a murderer now. I know that it’s “war”, but still. That doesn't un-kill them.
I choked down my horror remembering what would happen if other Arxur saw me like this. I turned to Tarth. “Inspect these four for any useful equipment or identifying information. After that, bring it all to me”
I turned away and kept walking. I couldn’t look at their mutilated faces anymore, shards of clear poly-carbonate lodged in their skulls from the breathing mask they were wearing. Blackened blood peppering their bodies and surroundings. Those were someones kids, friends, lovers, and I took them away. I just destroyed families in one foul swoop.
I cleared my head as i walked into the auditorium filled with drowsy and unconscious tilfish. I ensured the cameras on all of the carts were on and gave the order. What came next was quite the sight.
The little abominations screeched and squealed as my squad tore into them. Ripping the young away from the dazed brood-mothers, tearing the monsters apart like they deserved. Loyal and dedicated soldiers finally filling their stomachs after days of hunger. This is what it’s all about. Bringing smiles to the faces of sapients. At this moment I could finally forget about the atrocity that happened to those four in the previous room. I started to salivate myself a little, I shouldn’t indulge though. This is a reward to the Arxur people, not me.
I cheerily hummed as the weak tilfish were tossed into the refrigeration carts. The cold would slow them down to nothing, but it wouldn’t kill them. Perfectly convenient for filling the cages back on the cattle ships. Watching over the cart’s weight readouts I guesstimated that this would be enough to feed about 680 Arxur for a week. It makes me so proud thinking about all the young wonderful Arxur that will get to enjoy these meals. How they’ll go to sleep with full bellies and grow strong. No deformations from malnutrition. Perfectly formed jaws with clean straight teeth. Unlike mine, jagged, crisscrossed, and malformed. I’ll make sure that they have better lives then me. It’s the least I could do.
These thoughts were short-lived unfortunately. Tarth approached me with a bag crafted from the same materials as the pelts the humans wear. I took it silently and he went off to go get his fill.
I dug through the “backpack” as I would later identify it. The pack contained weapons, ammo, and holopads. Turns out the holopads required biometerics, but Tarth was kind enough to attach the associated severed thumbs to each. I went through and altered the security preferences to myself on all of them and glossed through one’s photo album.
I knew what I was going to see, but I punished myself anyway. The dead human had a mate. Whether or not it was a temporary relationship, I don’t know. They had pictures of themselves standing in front of various earth locations. Monuments, beautiful scenes of nature you’d never see on a federation planet, relaxed on furniture with a furry quadrupedal predator. Things I’ve never seen in person and likely never will. I robbed the human of all of this.
I put away the holopad and steeled myself. If I was going to have a breakdown, it would be in my quarters.
I quietly waited for the final stages of the shelter raid to wrap up and began planning the next step of today’s festivities. The entire squad would escort the refrigeration carts back to the cattle ship and we would then exchange them for one refrigeration cart and two cargo carts. After that we would search a nearby tilfish military base for heavy munitions and any high value ship related equipment and materials.
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There was a bit of a delay at Cattleship Δ1242. The other squads were as successful as mine, so we had to wait for a refrigeration cart to be freed up. I took the opportunity to drop off the human pack in my room and check the current raid situation. Thankfully there weren’t any notable hiccups in the raid from a global perspective. The human FTL clusterfuck only shorted us a few ships and part of the fleet was in process with salvaging them for FTL drives, fuel, FTL disruptors, inertial dampeners, shield generators, and databases containing flight logs and encryption keys.
After the update, I reconvened with my squad and gave them a run down on the status of the raid. Tarth already hopped up onto the refrigeration cart before I even got to it. Lazy ass.
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We were still about a half mile out from our destination when Tarth perked up and swung his rifle around toward a concrete building. I trailed his the direction his rifle was pointing to see a rather peculiar sight. A white human pelt that was tied to a stick by the arms was being waved around. However, who was holding it was hiding behind part of the building.
Before I could say anything Tarth already sent a round through the pelt.
“OH SHIT. Uhh… Hey in human culture white flags are a universal symbol of “I give up. Please don’t shoot me” okay?”
My thoughts shot back to the four mutilated corpses I left back in the bomb shelter. Icy guilt crept down my back and left my tail with pins and needles. I sighed for a moment and waved Tarth to lower his gun.
“Alright human, come out slowly, we won’t shoot you.”
A fleshy claw-less hand poked out from the wall and waited.
I grumbled as the weak predator peaked out. “When I said slowly, I meant some time today. I have a schedule to keep.”
“Sorry. Was just taking it slow. Figured if someone with a hair trigger got any ideas, it’d be better to lose a hand than a life.”
The human was one of the paler variants. It had a smashed in muzzle like the rest of its kind. Not exactly what I’d call an apex predator, but I’d tolerate it. (It… He I think?) He carried two large green storage cylinders on his back and was wearing the standard blue helmet uniform. At his hip was a belt carrying various bobbles and oh that’s a gun.
“If your surrendering, why do you have a gun?”
“It’s for the crazy murder bugs with the flamethrowers. As long as you bunch are on the ball with killing them, you can have it.”
I grunted at Tarth and nodded him over to the human. He drew the sidearm from the humans holster and inspected it. Tarth being Tarth, then proceeded to start jabbing the human with the weapon gleefully. The human looked over to me pleadingly. He clearly wasn’t thrilled with having a gun poking into his gut.
I spoke up. “Tarth do you intend on wasting our time as well? Get over here. Human, you will stay within ten feet of him or me at all times. Don’t try to run off, I don’t need to explain what will happen if you try.”
“Understood”
Well, at least the human seems to be disciplined enough to not have an attitude.
Our procession continued as I introduced our first official human captive to Tarth and myself. The weaker “social predator” was just as chatty as my slightly defective friend to my disappointment. However, once the topic of our destination came up, my mercy started to pay off.
“You guys are going to the base? Yeah. Fuck that. Don’t go there. That place is an absolute shitstorm. Some empathetic dumb-asses started to let tilfish in so we could protect them from the scary Arxur. I naturally raided supply of their MREs and got the fuck out of there. Lo and behold, before I was even out the gate the tilfish started shooting and burning dudes. Never trust a fuckin’ bug.”
Tarth and I both chuckled at the idea of some empathetic prey lovers getting their comeuppance.
“Despite that, we are still going human. I was assigned to raid the base for goods and you already know where everything is. So try not to get shot or burned until after our objective is completed.”
The human looked dejected. “Well fuck… I should’ve stayed behind that wall. Are you absolutely sure you want to go there. All the functional ships evacuated early yesterday during your surprise attack on the planetary defenses.”
Tarth spoke up. ”Wasn’t much of a surprise really. Not even an hour into the assault and a human fleet of a thousand some odd ships popped in behind us.”
“The UN had an entire fleet show up within an hour of you guys arriving?
“Yes. Although it was pretty short lived. They disabled a few of our shields with some kind of bombs, but it really didn’t matter. We outnumbered them 8 to 1 and just threw a wall of plasma at them. Not a whole lot of defensive positions to be had out in space. Most of them tried to run, but we catapulted FTL disruptor buoys at them and burnt them all. I have no idea what their strategy was there.”
“...Cool. Good to know.”
“You should have seen it. Ships full of foolish humans turning into molten slag. Their corpses ejecting into space and bloating up from the vacuum. Some of them holding onto their pet prey. Maybe we’ll gather up the tasty prey carcasses later, the cold of space preserves meat nicely I hear. I swear I could hear the screams even in space. That’s what it’s like when weak predators try to pick fights with the Arxur. They weren’t smart like you, human.”
The human shut up after that. I suspect the thought of so many of his kin dying likely saddened him. To be fair, I would be too if those were my people. I mean, it sucks that so many sapients died, but I didn’t have a hand in it.
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The entrance to the base was finally in sight. Tarth and the human lounged on the top of the refrigeration cart despite the irritated side glances from the others in the squad. I could smell the stench of burnt flesh wafting towards us from somewhere deeper in the base. It served as a good confirmation that the human wasn’t feeding us bad intel.
I was looking over to the human pleased when gray blood splattered out from the back of his helmet. It took me a second to realize we were being shot at. It took another for me to order my squad to take cover behind the sturdy carts. I ordered the auto-turret techs to deploy their toys to protect our flanks and rear.
Tarth, the human’s corpse, and I all crouched together behind the refrigeration cart. I’d never seen a dead body convulse in such a weird way before, desperately pulling off its helmet and cursing… Wait. What? The air suddenly reeked of burnt hair and small wisp of smoke coming from the doffed helmet. Tarth gave the living corpse a weird look and shrugged. Questions later, not dying takes precedence.
Tarth and I ensured the aim assist in our rifles was toggled on and proceeded to dispense suppressive fire from behind the cart. Ideally, we could just point our weapons in our adversaries general direction and the rifle’s computer would do the hard part.
The human started panicking when a metal ball dropped next to us. He kicked the sphere away and started cursing in pain while holding his foot. No surprise there you moronic primate, those black leather foot coverings aren’t going to protect you when you punt a metal ball down the street. Wait... Did that ball just explode? Oh. Yeah. We got briefed on those things come to think of it. Good call monkey-man, your foot didn’t go bruised in vain.
As Tarth and I lowered ourselves back down to reload, we suddenly felt the smaller predator forcibly sandwich himself between us. He tightened himself into a tiny ball while wide eyed. I looked around our perimeter. There weren’t any hostile humans so what was his deal. Tarth’s breathing seized up as well, what the hell was going on?
Beep Beep.
It occurred to me at that moment the auto-turrets haven’t been updated to recognize any humans as friendly. I froze up and slowly looked at our flanks. Both turrets were pointing at us. I’ve never pissed myself before… But I got damn close.
The three of us just stayed there perfectly still for what felt like hours. It gave me enough time to think about many things in my life. All the things I haven’t done yet. I’ve never had the opportunity to sire my own clutch, the closest thing I have to a friend is a psycho that gravitates toward me because I’m the only one that tolerates his non-stop yapping, and how nice is it to finally feel the warmth of another pressed up against me. Holy crap what is wrong with me? Prophet, I’m sorry for being so defective. If you bail me out of this, I’ll do whatever you want, just give me a sign.
And the Prophet answered my prayer indeed. Some foolhardy humans finally went for our flanks and drew the ire of the auto-turrets away from us. As the BRRT of the turrets sounded off Tarth, being the absolute bastard that he is, dived away from us.
This left me and the human exposed to the turrets. My initial thought was to push the human over and dive away, so I pushed him over. As I readied myself to dive, I thought about those four in the shelter. How I robbed them of their lives and families. I just couldn't do that again. I can’t just pretend that it’s not my problem. The human’s eyes showed such sadness from that impending betrayal. So I dived, hoping that I’d be able to hide him from the sensors on the auto-turrets.
Luckily, he was still balled up so it wasn’t terribly difficult to cover him with my body. I never felt so exposed in my life, doing this. I just laid there thinking, waiting, and wondering if my empathy was about to come back to bite me in the ass. This was all so off putting, being this close to another person. I wanted nothing more than to get up and walk away. I could hear his breath and the light tensing of his body. This wasn’t something that really happens with Arxur.
Eventually, the sound of gunfire died down. I heard people milling about, the hiss of medical foam being applied, and the louder hiss of angry Arxur having gunshot wounds treated.
“Uh. Sir?” I heard the confused words of one of the auto-turret techs.
“No no no. Leave him be. Can’t you see our dear leader is in love. Although, that is the UGLIEST woman I’ve ever seen.”
I’ve never wanted to smack that annoying lazy ass more than at this moment.
I cleared my throat. “Solider, would you kindly deactivate the auto-turrets so our guide to the base doesn't get shredded by an angry machine.”
“Oh..? Yes. Right away sir.”
So I laid there, feeling a smug ass staring a hole into the back of my head. I recapped the events of the skirmish and lamented how I did so little. I only burned through one magazine with some sprayN’pray and that was it. Hell, the human saved a lot of our asses with that grenade save.
Speaking of the human. “Hey human? Why aren’t you dead? You just took a bullet to the head.”
“Uh. The helmets we wear are really good. They have this non-Newtonian fluid laced with perovskite crystals. Basically, the helmet is a fluid sack that hardens in response to physical trauma. It then converts kinetic energy into heat and electricity. These helmets can eat a .308 point blank. Only downsides are that they are one and done armors and that they’ll burn the shit out of you if they stay in contact too long.”
I’d never heard of such a thing before, but clearly it worked. I’ve seen prey attempt to use helmets with varying degrees of failure. Problem is, usually the brain gets shook around and they die anyway. I decided that this fluid would be beneficial to the Dominion.
I spoke up to get Tarth’s attention. “Tarth. Order anyone that isn’t busy to strip the human’s of their armor pelts and headgear. Place everything in the cargo cart next to the human’s green storage bags.”
Shortly after I gave out the order, the auto turret tech returned. “Varce sir. The auto-turrets have been deactivated.”
I Immediately popped up to separate myself from the smaller predator. Looking around it seems we had fared well enough against the ambush. Heh. Arxur being ambushed. Crazy times. We only lost 3 soldiers and have a handful of injuries. It could have been a lot worse. Even Tarth has some med foam sticking out of his arm. The Arxur bodies were being loaded into the refrigeration cart. We’d look into harvesting their organs for transplants later.
The human looked over the bodies of his fallen kin. I decided it would be appropriate to talk to him about their deaths. The bodies had been stripped as ordered, although it appears someone got overzealous and stripped one of them of all there pelts. Wow. That is super gross looking. It’s just like, dangling around on the outside. What happens if it gets caught on something? Does it just tear off and regenerate? That’s just downright terrible design.
Getting myself back on topic. I turned to the human and spoke up. “So… Did you know any of these humans?”
“Uh… Yeah. To be honest. They were fucking elitist assholes. Doesn’t mean I wanted them dead though. It’s just well... This is all a fucking mess. They did shoot me in the back of the head though. So it’s kind of hard to not feel schadenfreude about the whole thing… Can I get a new helmet? Mine’s kind of busted right now.”
“Go for it. There should be some next to your stuff in the cargo cart.”
“Thanks. I mean… As in thanks for everything. You saved my ass in a big way. Not a whole lot of people would of done that for me… So thank you... Yeah.”
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The inside of the base had seen better days. Some buildings had been destroyed either by the original raid or the human’s occupation. It also appeared that the exterminator’s fires got out of hand and had spread to the tent city the UN made for their troops. There were quite a few chard human bodies mixed in with the debris. I could certainly understand why the human had no desire to come back.
I got out of the refrigeration cart and announced to my squad. “Apply fire retardant measures. There may be exterminators in this base.”
My fellow Arxur and I pulled out small aerosol canisters and began dousing ourselves in the gelatinous contents. This substance would greatly reduce the flammability of the fuel the exterminators typically use, though the films covering us would oxidize and become useless after about 20 minutes. We needed to make a clean sweep of our travel path and secure the nearby maintenance hangar before then. I placed the spent canister back in my tail pouch and began driving again.
“So you’ve got one of those spray bottles for me, right?” The human looked over to me pleadingly. “Just sayin’. I’d like to not burn to death if at all possible.”
“Are you willing to strip naked and shave yourself?”
“What?”
“This stuff only works if it forms a solid layer on you. It won’t work on fur and pelts.”
“Shit… Can I have my gun back then?”
“No.”
We continued moving for about ten minutes per the human’s instructions. The intersection that would take us to our loot was finally in view. There were large industrial style buildings surrounding us from all sides. This was where minor ship parts like valves would be stored or milled out for ships. Lots of little doors and tight alleyways for the diminutive insectoids to scurry through. As such this was the perfect environment for exterminators to hide. I kept my eyes peeled for even the slightest movement.
My suspicions paid off immediately when I noticed some dumpsters that were conveniently lined up between two buildings. I know a barricade when I see one. I brought our caravan to a stop just out of weapons range of the prey’s fortifications. I checked the driver’s panel for life signs and smiled knowing my caution was justified.
I stood out of the drivers seat, silently motioning towards the dumpsters. Half of the squad formed up around the carts. The other half broke into groups and approached the dumpsters from multiple angles. My group consisted of Tarth, the human, and three other Arxur.
My group and I shouldered our rifles and began unloading into the dumpsters. The foolish prey actually thought they were going to get one over on us. In moments tilfish started scrambling, desperately spraying the flammable contents of their weapons in the air towards us. Most of it fell short with only a few stray droplets touching us. We stood back at a comfortable range as the last few bugs dropped to the ground bleeding out in a pool of their own accelerant. One of the little abominations used the last of its pathetic strength to immolate the remains of it group.
A burst of flame pushed towards us, showering us with embers and half burnt debris. Our groups backed away from the intense heat and rapidly pawed off any unwelcome remains of the explosion. Well, except for the human, his left forearm was very on fire. With a surprising level of calmness, my human pulled a water bottle from his belt and doused the flame away.
He looked over to me and grumbled. “I probably should of stayed at the carts.”
“Probably. How did you even get that much fuel on your arm?”
“I didn’t. These uniforms are made out of acrylic and cotton. Very flammable. The UN thought it would be a good idea to have us peace keep against guys who almost exclusively use fire. I have many words about the UN. None of them are nice.”
“At least you handled being on fire pretty well.”
“I’ve seen about twenty people get caught on fire in the past week. I know the drill. Also, I’m gonna need some medical attention for this by the end of the day.”
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Fantastic, we’ve arrive at the maintenance hangar the human recommended and what do we find? More barricades and a bunch of life signs. Maybe I shouldn’t complain. I might be able to top off all my carts in one go.
I ordered my squad to surround the structure just as I had with the eugenics clinic. Though I had to stop the auto-turret techs before they accidentally lit up my human. I quietly pondered how I was going access the hangar with minimal gunfire. I didn't want to run the risk of accidentally damaging a spare FTL drive or something. I ultimately landed on the idea of just ramming through the door with the cargo cart to draw attention and then have the squad flank the inhabitants.
As one of my troops lined up their cart with the doors a shaky human voice called out. “Wait! We have missile warheads rigged to blow if you try anything!”
My human looked over to me and motioned he was going to the door. I allowed him to do so.
“Hey Lee, is that you?” My human questioned. “How are you holding up?”
“Hall? What the hell are you doing with the space nazi crocs?” (Who the hell is Hall? Oh, okay, that’s my human’s name. I should probably remember that.)
“You know. Trying to not die. Things are all kinds of FUBAR right now.”
“Things get rough and you just bail? All we had to do is hold down the fort and wait for rescue. And what do you do? You immediately defect to them. They literally eat babies. You abandoned humanity.”
“Lee. A UN fleet jumped into system one hour after the Arxur arrived.”
“So they tried to save us and you decide to run off?”
“No no. How long would it take for a fleet going FTL to get here assuming a distress signal was sent out the second the Arxur arrived?”
“… Are you saying that they knew the Arxur were coming and didn’t give us a heads up? But…”
“Look man. You’ve got to make your own decisions, but from where I’m standing you really only have two choices. Either commit suicide by Arxur or walk away from what your doing and survive. The Arxur are going to eventually try to trade us to the UN. I intend on living.”
“But what about the tilfish? Are you seriously fine with them being cattle?”
“If you want to die for some bugs that burnt Clark alive two days ago, then that's your call. See you later… Or not.”
“Wait. Wait!”
My human didn’t respond. He just walked back over to me. After that brief exchange, he looked completely used up. It did help me to better understand his willingness to work with me though. All these humans planet side had effectively been left to die before we even arrived at Sillis. Most of them didn’t even know they were fighting for a government that withheld knowledge that could’ve saved them. They could have evacuated and saved so many sapient lives. So much for 5 humans for every 500 million xenos.
I waited long enough. It was time to crack this egg. As I gave the order to breach, I heard four consecutive gunshots come from the hangar. The cargo cart broke open the door and the side entrances were forced as well. I walked in behind the cargo cart and took stock of the situation. A somewhat tanned human was standing over three tilfish carcasses while brandishing its rifle towards a crowd of prey.
The human was seizing up saying. “Don’t move. I… I… I don’t want to die, okay! I… I’m sorry. It’s just that…”
The human trailed off murmuring nonsense. My human got his attention and led him out of the building. Given the degraded mental state of the disheveled human, that was probably best given what was going to happen next. I gave a quick look around, there was no “rigged warhead”, the “Lee” human had given us an empty threat.
The weak prey didn’t stand a chance as my fellow Arxur snatched them up, forcing them into the refrigeration cart. Shrill cries escaped the grotesque creature’s mouths as they were pressed against the Arxur bodies that were already in the cart. Perhaps more refrigeration carts should’ve been brought. The cart reached what was the “comfortable capacity” and there was still a third of the tilfish to go. So naturally, we just started pushing them in harder. Pops and cracks could be heard as chitin bent and broke from strain. Ear piercing noises echoed throughout the room as the little mindless bugs wailed. With one final push, we managed to load all of the bugs into the cart. The readout said we had collected about 18,200lbs of food. While the cart’s recommended weight limit had been exceeded, the thought of 250 Arxur getting to stave off starvation brought me so much joy.
I walked about the hangar inspecting all of the available loot. While I was disappointed by the lack of any FTL related equipment, there was however, an abundance of components for inertial dampeners and shields. My squad got to work loading up the two cargo carts as I went to check up on the two humans. I found them a short walk away from the hangar sitting together under a shade. The humans looked over to me when I approached them. Lee must have gotten more ill. His face was inflamed and red with looked to be signs of leaked fluid on his pelts. Wonderful. I’m going to have to take both of them to medical since this one is developing some kind of infection.
My human looked between Lee and me for a moment before speaking. “Lee. This is Varce. He is a supply officer on his ship and is currently in charge of retrieving ship parts from this base. Varce. This is Lee. He was in training to become an air force mechanic prior to being transferred to the UN to be cannon fodder.”
Seeing that Lee was hesitant to talk, I took the initiative. “Hello Lee, I’m Varce. We’ll be heading back to our ship here in a minute. I’ll run you guys by our doc and get you some acceptable sleeping quarters. As for food, we have two bags of human meals ready to eat available for you since you guys have certain dietary restrictions. Also, I’m going to need you to forfeit your firearms for now. Armed humans can be somewhat distressing for Arxur. I hope you understand.”
Lee glanced up to me. “Are we going to be traded back to the UN?”
“Yes. While the exact terms haven’t been decided yet. I’d hazard a guess that Chief Hunter Shaza will likely be trading you for artificial meat. We don’t eat people.”
The human scrunched up his face at that and handed over his weapons. The three of us then headed back to the carts so that we could depart. I did have to shoo Tarth off the overburdened refrigeration cart. He then started to try to pester the mentally unwell human. Luckily, my human lured him away before any harm could be inflicted.
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Once we had returned to Cattleship Δ1242, the humans and I fished out the MREs and armor from the cargo cart. We went to my room to deposit the goods and then headed towards doc. I may have made a miscalculation on my path unfortunately. We passed by the caging area that was established for any captured enemy humans. It already housed several residents. Lee began to panic thinking that I was going to be placing him in there.
I stopped him and explained. “No Lee, listen. That’s for humans that try to kill us. I’m going to be re-purposing a supply closet for you two. Okay? ...That sounds worse than it actually is. It’s a nice supply closet. I’ll get you some nesting materials.”
My human started snorting and chuckling uncontrollably. I wasn’t certain if it was me or Lee that caused this.
We paid doc a visit and got my human patched up. The other one’s swelling had reduced back down during the trip back to the ship.
We would be departing soon. The ship had collected everything that it could for the time being, so our next destination would be a cattle farm on an old thafki colony planet. I hoped that things could go smoothly with the temporary integration of two humans. I’m going to need them for the ungodly big pile of ship components I’m about to have to enter into Dominion inventory.
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That’s it for the time being. I’m not certain if I’ll do a follow up on this. This whole fanfic idea ended up happening thanks to Marcel’s magic helmet. I make no claim of being a decent write or proofreader. If you read this, it’s your own fault.
2023.03.26 18:51 ya-boi-benny Mickey Mouse Feat Dump (mostly video games)
You know who Mickey Mouse is. This guy has appeared in some video games over the years. Check it out!!
Full source key here. There were many games that I looked through and found zero legitimate feats in, or could otherwise not include in the thread, so omittances can be found here.
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A party game full of licensed Beanie Baby type things called Tsum Tsums. Tsum Tsum Mickey is absent from the clips, although he has equal stats and capabilities to Tsum Tsum Minnie.
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Full source key here. There were many games that I looked through and found zero legitimate feats in, or could otherwise not include in the thread, so omittances can be found here.
Retro Platformers and Miscellaneous Games
Essentially, every platformer that was released before 1995, excluding concrete series like the Illusion and Magical Quest series. I also threw the Atari and Game and Watch games, as well as the top down computer game into this section, for simplicity's sake.Physicals
Strength
- Whacks enemies with a mallet, shaking the floor with every swing
- Can lift and throw blocks to fling away dogs
- Hammers imdents into a sheet of metal using blocks and a mallet
- When shrunken down to the size of a chess piece, he pushes beakers of powder as big as he is
- In most platformer titles, he leaps several times his own height
- Leaps over tidal waves
- Evades Maleficent's fireballs
- Rapidly covers a door in boards and nails it closed
- Evades fireballs thrown by an “evil mitch”
- Outruns a collapsing bridge
- Jumps over and later outruns a charging moose
- Hops along the mouths of alligators
- Rides a couple of stretchers through a mad doctor’s lab
- Can climb on a bear’s back without him noticing
- Descends a mountain by jumping across the backs of flying birds
Magic Blasts
- Can fire stars to break candles and defeat enemies
- Shoots meteors down with magic blasts
- Fires magic blasts from his pointer finger that cause enemies to disappear
- When Minnie Mouse is having a bad dream, Mickey enters her mind to seek out the source of her troubles. After defeating the five bosses in her dreams, she wakes up from her nightmares.
- Balances on a ball and juggles object while avoiding burning objects
- Walks and fights on a moving tightrope
General Offensive Tools
- Shoots enemies with a water gun, used to defeat ghosts and small dinosaurs
- Uses a magic wand to defeat an ogre king
- Throws marbles at enemies that can destroy metal gears
- Can generate and throw balloons that explosively pop upon contact with enemies. Holding onto them will slow Mickey’s falls.
- Break through these blue blocks
- Placing one down and jumping on it will grant Mickey a higher jump
- Breaks through these rocky blocks and walls
- Whacks enemies with a mallet, shaking the floor with every swing
- Can throw mallets to defeat bull-like enemies
- Throws mallets at an “evil mitch” until she turns into a skeleton
- Defeats a vampire in one hit with his mallet
- Defeats a dragon in one hit with his mallet
Other
- Uses a pair of balloons to ascend to the top of a mountain
- Drives a car that can perform jumps
- Carries a duck floatation device to cross water
- Uses a magic wand to solve a sliding puzzle, creating a big alarm clock to wake a giant
- Uses a magic pencil to summon other versions of himself from cartoons over the years, from 1993’s Prince and the Pauper to 1933’s Steamboat Willie, who use their specific gear or skills to defeat Pete
Illusion series
A series of platformers that see Mickey explore castle with a variety of biomes inside.Physicals
- Carries Donald Duck
- Can pick up, carry and throw stone blocks to defeat enemies
- Can break stone blocks by jumping on them
- Gets booted by Shadow Mickey and falls onto an island, but gets up quickly
- Outruns a giant, rolling apple
- While underwater, evades giant chunks of stone rubble
- Crosses a vine had over hand, then trapezes off of several monkeys
- Catches thrown bombs
- Can bounce higher into the air after jumping on mushrooms or other enemies
- Can throw star projectiles to defeat enemies
- After drinking a shrinking potion, Mickey can shrink at will to fit into small openings or caves
- Teleports from behind a curtain and into the title screen
- Conjures a flying carpet for himself and Donald
- Can create a magic bubble around himself for underwater movement
- Can teleport between boxes
- Can turn playing card enemies into platforms
- Can defeat enemies by throwing apples at them
- After obtaining the rope, Mickey can climb walls
- Can walk on clouds with the Cloud Walker shoes
- With a wave of a magic sheet, Mickey turns enemies into harmless things like flowers or butterflies
- A rope for vertical traversal
- Throws bars of soap to eliminate enemies. These are later made more potent by a sphinx’s magic.
- The pendant of Goofstein increases his defense
- The pendant of Duckingham increases his strength
Magical Quest series
A platformer trilogy put out by Capcom for the Super Nintendo.Physicals
- Throws a crystal ball far over the horizon
- Can grab stunned enemies and throw them
- Breaks out of being buried in a snowman
- Falls off a cliff, but he’s fine when he hits the ground
- Falls off a rope and into a cave system, but he’s fine once he lands
- Can swap out these costumes by pulling a magic curtain in front of himself
- When wearing a magic turban, he can fire magic projectiles, activate magic carpets and remain underwater for long periods by forming an air bubble around his head. Mickey’s blasts are fueled by a finite source of magic that can be refilled by picking up magic lamps.
- When wearing a firefighter’s uniform, Mickey can spray water with a hose to break blocks and extinguish fires. He must refill his water by picking up fire hydrants.
- When wearing this Robin Hood-like climbing gear, Mickey uses a grappling hook to swing between platforms or pull himself upwards
- When wearing a sweeper costume, he can use a vacuum to suck up small objects and convert them into currency. It runs on batteries and must be refueled with battery pickups.
- When wearing a safari outfit, he can use a grappling hook to zip-line or grapple around. He can also climb walls.
- When wearing a cowboy outfit, Mickey pogos around on a toy horse and can shoot projectiles from a toy gun. The gun runs on ammo and must be reloaded with ammo pickups.
- When wearing a suit of armor, Mickey fights with a boxing glove on a stick and a shield to block cannonballs or other attacks
- When wearing climbing tools, Mickey uses rope to whip enemies and climb trees. He can pull large stones and zip-line as well.
- When wearing a magician’s outfit, Mickey can release doves to turn enemies into springs or just weaken them, like turning a scorpion’s tail into a flower. It also turns inanimate objects into other things, like rocks into 100 ton weights. It runs on magic and must be refueled by magic powder pickups.
Educational Games
You've got your numbers, letters, and phonics in this section, along with an early computer game that saw Mickey and Pluto explore our solar system in an advanced spacecraft and spacesuit.Physicals
Equipment
- Wears a spacesuit used to walk on different planets or moons, like Pluto, where it’s -382 degree Fahrenheit outside, or Venus, where the surface is 897 degrees
- Rides across a methane river on an inflatable mattress
- A flashlight
- Can spit gumball bubbles to break telephones or metal gears
- Can survive in space with no equipment
- Hammers a stone tablet into a larger chunk of stone, possibly through telekinesis
- Can magically generate vehicles with varying amounts of wheels, like a unicycle, a bicycle, a three-wheeled cart, etc., or larger cars and trucks
Game Boy Puzzle Games
These games feature Mickey getting trapped in Crazy Castles on several different occasions. He uses placed items and mining tools to escape. Balloon Dreams, the third in this series, is included under Retro Platformers due to a number of deviances to the rest of the series.Physicals
- Can traverse ropes with his arms
- Can push 10 ton weights
- With one swing of a sledgehammer, he can destroy stone blocks as large as himself
- Can crumble stone blocks with a pickaxe
- Takes a long fall into the labyrinth and lands on his butt, then gets up
- Fires arrows to eliminate enemies
- Leaves a fuse bomb to blow up enemies
- A magic wand that Mickey places on the ground that causes enemies who touch it to disappear. I guess it’s less violent than the fuse bomb from earlier games?
- Mickey defeats enemies by tossing big apples into them
- Lollipops that fully restore Mickey’s health
- A music box will freeze enemies in place while active, allowing Mickey to escape in the few seconds its active
- A magic wand that turns crystals into pick-ups, keys or weapons
- A wand used to freeze waterfalls and bodies of water. Used to trap a fish boss in its pond.
- A different wand that can generate ice cubes from thin air. Can be used to make staircases or extinguish flames.
- A different wand still that creates a smaller ice cube that Mickey can throw. Thrown cubes can break Mickey-sized stone blocks.
- After picking up a crystal, he’ll become temporarily invincible
- After picking up a lightning bolt, all enemies onscreen are destroyed
- After picking up an alarm clock, all enemies in the room are temporarily halted
- After picking up a pitcher or something, Mickey can defeat enemies on contact for up to 30 seconds
- Can walk around on clouds
- Can travel up and down pipes
- After touching snouts with Minnie Mouse, both rodents fly away on two star-shaped platforms
- A hot air balloon picks Minnie and Mickey up moments after he escapes a labyrinth
- When facing a ghost that he can’t harm, Mickey traps him in a set of self-regenerating blocks
Mickey Saves the Day
A PC point and click game with a very vague environmentalist message.Physicals
- Digs a hole with a comically large spoon
- Gets up after a crash landing in a blimp
- Catches falling sandwich ingredients
Disney's Magical Mirror Starring Mickey Mouse
This is a weird game put out on the Gamecube that features Mickey astral projecting and entering a hidden world within his bedroom mirror. A ghost antagonizes him while he explores a twisted version of his own house, looking for pieces of the mirror to return home.Physicals
Strength
Durability
- Gets booted to the ground by a copy of himself
- When magically grown taller, he smacks his head on the ceiling
- Falls backwards and smacks his head into a wardrobe
- Gets crunched up inside a clock tower’s metal gears but he’s fine once he exits via the clock’s cuckoo bird
- Gets a barrel broken over his head
- After being shrunken, Mickey falls off a table, then falls down to a lower floor
- Dodges a falling chandelier
- Runs down a hallway while avoiding flying swords and sofas
- Frontflips over a chair to avoid a bee
- Backflips to avoid a floating hand sneaking up behind him
- Runs up a clock tower’s staircase in seconds, then runs on a wall and jumps off to claim a midair mirror shard
- Clears a big hole in a hallway
- Begins falling off a balcony, but flaps his arms like a bird, achieving a few seconds of aerial lift
- Hits several barrels with the Shakunetsu Hadouken or Shoryuken techniques
Hide and Sneak
Minnie is kidnapped by a lost alien and it's up to Mickey to run, hide and fight against the invading forces to save his girlfriend.Hiding
- Can quickly jump over or under obstacles
- Can hide in his environment by leaping into containers or behind objects
- Tricks an alien into charging at him, then runs up and flips off of a wall, causing the alien to crash into the wall
- Runs and jumps on an alien, then leaps up to a high balcony. The alien is stunned, causing a line of aliens to crash into it.
- Traverses a set of crane hooks with utmost grace
- Dangles upside-down from a rope to steal a heavily-guarded artifact in a museum
- Slides down the back of a dinosaur skeleton, flipping and landing on his feet
- Stands on a stone springboard, then backflips off to clear a gap
- Telekinetically crafts a suit of armor from five barrels, allowing him to punch out an alien
- Compels a collection of ancient statues to break out into a dance number
Disney Infinity
In the world of Disney Infinity, a variety of Pixar, Marvel and Disney characters are brought together as toys in a magic Toybox. Surprisingly, Mickey is only playable in the sandbox mode and one short level of his own, so this section kind of mixes gameplay feats in a bit more than other sections.Sorcerer Mickey
- Health restores on its own over time
- When destroyed, his toy body will reform automatically
- Can grind on rails
- His basic attack is a blast of projectile magic. He has the Marksman ability, which allows him to aim his magic.
- His sweep attack creates a wide, pushing blast of magic
- A ground pound that summons walking brooms, buckets of water and stormy weather
- Has the Super Jumper ability, which lets him charge up a higher jump
OG Mickey
- Maintains his Super Jumper and Marksman abilities from his Sorcerer appearance
- His ground pound move slams downwards with a golf club
- Employs boxing moves, including an uppercut that damages blocking enemies
- Uses a spinning, rising attack with his golf club
- Pulls out a tuba and blows some musical notes out that stun enemies
- Uses a fishing pole to grab enemies
- For his ranged attack, he summons and throws random items like top hats, scrub brushes and newspapers. If charged, he’ll throw things like full paint buckets and cakes.
- Can call on dummy friends like Goofy, Pluto, Oswald the Lucky Rabbit and Donald Duck. They’ll mob up and headbutt enemies until disappearing a few seconds later.
Party Games
Assorted minigame collections from the last few decades.Physicals
- Digs in a mine with a pickaxe, quickly breaking rock to get to the gold underneath. This clip also shows the use of a Power Note, a held item that temporarily increases the speed at which the user moves and acts.
- Picks up bombs and throws them up at Pete on the second story of a castle
- Gets flung away by a spinning platform
- Recovers after a fuse bomb blows up in his face
- Avoids obstacles while bungee jumping down a deep canyon
- Mans a cannon to sink several pirate boats
- Floats around by attaching several balloons to his back
- Pilots a spinning teacup ride to knock other players off of a giant cake
- When given a chance to wish for literally anything, Mickey decides to coerce a kiss out of Minnie in front of a crowd of people
- Rides a parade float that can release magic fireworks when an observing crowd is hyped up
A party game full of licensed Beanie Baby type things called Tsum Tsums. Tsum Tsum Mickey is absent from the clips, although he has equal stats and capabilities to Tsum Tsum Minnie.
- Rides spinning top-like platforms to try and knock other players into barrels and off a pirate ship platform
- Rides on top of giant air hockey paddles
- Runs across a hazard filled obstacle course
- Two Tsum Tsums collaborate to hold up giant towers of ice cream
- They jump from hot air balloon to a roller coaster cart far below
- When the roller coaster goes too fast, the Tsum Tsums will fall out. They can pull themselves back to the cart, or if they fall off completely, they can fly to return to the cart.
- Can push giant curling stones
- After touching a star power-up, they move faster and temporarily gain the ability to destroy ghosts
- They man cannons and fire smaller Tsums Tsums at pixelated space enemies
Sports
Some feats from sports or racing titles feature characters other than Mickey performing them. However, Mickey is capable of performing these specific feats as well.Soccer
- Can steal the ball from other players
- Can knock down enemy players by kicking the ball into them
- Can recover and continue the game after taking one of these soccer balls to the face
- Kicks the ball hard enough to ignite it, burning the net as he kicks it in
- With his Special Move, Mickey calls down a lightning bolt to electrify the ball. The ball then shocks whoever touches it.
- Slips out of being tackled by Pete
- Plays football, including kicking off the ball, passing and tackling
- Players can just smack the shit out of other characters, despite the protective gear
- With his Special Move, he can wreath the ball in electricity through a lightning bolt, then tosses it to shock enemies that it passes
- Can snowboard at around 100 kilometers per hour, or around 60 mph
- Can perform midair tricks
- Goes down an incredibly steep drop, then flies through a hotel window and hits the ceiling. He recovers quickly.
- Can skate, including aerial tricks and rail grinds
- Recovers after getting hit by traffic
- Skates towards a trolley, then jumps off the board, so Mickey travels through the opening and his board travels under the trolley. He then lands on his board and comes to a stop.
- Skates past two giant, rotating fans, then grinds along a roller coaster track
- Jumps over Pete, then slam dunks the ball behind his head
- Plays basketball, including passing, shooting and slam dunking
- With his Switcheroo Slam special move, Mickey repeatedly switches the ball behind his back and between his legs so fast that it catches fire, creating an incendiary explosion after he slam dunks it
- Their boards were originally skateboards, but they were transformed into hoverboards that allow the users to fly up into the sky
- Can jump and grind on rails with the hoverboard
Disney Mirrorverse
In this alternate reality, Mickey is a sorcerer and defender of the Stellar Mirror, the source of all magic in the universe. When the mirror is shattered by a strange darkness, he calls on the help of every hero and villain in the Mirrorverse to fight back. He is the most magically adept of these Guardians, and he uses his abilities to heal allies, reflect damage at attackers and stun the Fractured with blinding light magic.- Has the Gravity-Defying trait, meaning he’s always floating
- Teleports himself or allies through portals created by the Stellar Mirror
- His default attacks sees him fire small magic blasts from his Stellar Mirror shard
- He gains Stellar Energy passively or when his allies use their special attacks. Once he has three or more charges, he gains the Mirror Shield Buff, which automatically reflects twenty percent of damage taken back at the attacker.
- With Cosmic Command, he can use three charges to stun enemies using their special attacks, or five charges to stun all enemies in general. It also heals allies for small amounts. Here’s the healing in action.
- With Mirror Master, Mickey’s Mirror Shield Buff reflects even more damage, and he can grant the Buff to his allies as well
- Has access to many minor abilities that heal allies, buff their attack power, buff their defense, buff their accuracy, or shorten their ability cooldowns
2023.03.26 17:36 notthebeastmaster The expanded towers of magic, condensed
The towers of magic in Ythryn should feel like an arcane rite of passage for the characters. Instead, they come across as an afterthought. The towers are underdeveloped, with many asking the characters to do little more than clear some rubble or pass a single saving throw (and one not even asking for that). Some of the challenges have nothing to do with the tower's school of magic. They feel like a missed opportunity.
Daniel Kahn's Expanded Towers of Magic is an invaluable resource for Rime of the Frostmaiden, adding thematically appropriate challenges for each tower. However, the addition of eight mini-dungeons could overburden the game, especially coming so late in the campaign. Some of the expanded towers could easily fill an entire session on their own. That didn't feel right for my table; it's been a long campaign, and I didn't want to prolong it even further. This guide offers more streamlined options that will challenge the characters without delaying their progress.
The "expanded towers condensed" offer a mix of combat encounters, skill challenges, puzzles, and problem-solving. Many of them draw on the expansions, a couple revert to the encounters described in the campaign, and others try strike a balance between the two. A focused group should be able to clear a single tower in an hour of gameplay, though extremely cautious or unfocused players may of course take longer.
There are no convenient inscriptions on the walls here. These towers give characters the opportunity to confront the challenges and pass the tests that will prove they are worthy to learn the Rite of the Arcane Octad.
Tower of Abjuration
This is one of the better towers in the campaign book, introducing a powerful artifact that carries some interesting complications. The tower only needs minimal changes, and some of the expansions can be rolled back to streamline the encounter.
The symbol spell hidden on the outer wall affects any character who is not under the protection of an abjuration spell (including cantrips) when they enter the tower. The effect can be resisted with a DC 18 Intelligence saving throw.
The lower floors of the tower contain study rooms where the characters can learn about the force field around the Spire of Iriolarthas. High Abjurer Taruth’s mauled body can also be found on the lower floors, along with the tunnel dug by the tomb tapper that killed him.
The anvil chamber is protected by an arcane lock (but no imprisonment spell) that can be opened with a DC 25 Strength (Athletics) or Dexterity (theives’ tools) check. The chamber is under the effects of a permanent antimagic field. The anvil is also guarded by four demos magen; neither the magen nor the anvil are affected by the antimagic field.
The anvil of disjunction has been waiting for nearly two thousand years to resume its duties. When a character holds the anvil’s hammer for the first time, a voice inside their head offers to reveal the first line of the Rite of the Arcane Octad if the anvil is used to destroy a magic item. Each use of the anvil has a 25 percent chance of provoking a tomb tapper, which attacks the party once they reach the ground floor. This happens only once.
Rite. Once the anvil destroys one magic item, it reveals the first line of the Rite of the Arcane Octad: “First, shield thy heart with a wand from the Nether Oak.”
Treasure. If the characters search the study rooms, they might find a magic item such as a ring of protection with a successful DC 20 Intelligence (Investigation) check.
Tower of Conjuration
This tower needs a major renovation. The tower in the book confronts characters with four living Bigby's hands (an evocation spell) and a demiplane inhabited by a coven of night hags. The problem with introducing night hags at this stage of the campaign is that their Nightmare Haunting ability is so debilitating, it tends to tend to make any campaign about stopping the night hags.
To avoid this possibility, the designers have included a way to bargain with the hags, but the price is completely detached from the game mechanics and therefore has no effect on the characters. This encounter is pointless and best removed from the campaign.
In its place, the expanded tower offers a puzzle that revolves around the archetypal conjuration magic of dimension door, find familiar, and Mordenkainen's magnificent mansion. However, the puzzle only takes the characters through two rooms. To take full advantage of the magical environment, consider reworking the puzzle to lead the characters through more of High Conjurer Damorith's magnificent mansion.
In this redesign, the topmost chamber of the tower contains a permanent magic circle that holds an ice devil (or some lesser devil--see below). The ice devil has been trapped in the circle since Damorith summoned it shortly before Ythryn fell. The devil will reach out telepathically to the characters and attempt to bargain for its freedom.
Magnificent Mansion. A door from the summoning chamber leads to the foyer of Damorith's magnificent mansion. The grand entrance is kept spotless by a small army of unseen servants, which attempt to take the characters' coats or cloaks and hang them in a closet. They will politely withdraw if asked to do so.
Each room in the mansion has four doors, and each door is marked with a different glowing animal symbol (cat, owl, rat, or snake). A cage on a stand in the middle of the foyer holds a shapeshifting familiar that assumes the same animal forms. The cage cannot be opened or moved by any means.
Whenever a character opens a door with the symbol that corresponds to the familiar's current form, the door teleports them into the next room. Opening the wrong door teleports the character to the donjon instead. The familiar's form changes each time a door is opened, and the characters can no longer see the familiar once they leave the foyer.
The characters must travel through the following rooms to reach High Conjurer Damorith's study, passing through four doors along the way:
Atrium. A small colonnade surrounds an open court under a warm sunlit sky. A small pool is stocked with carp and other fish that are conjured into existence and out of it just as quickly. The sky above is also a conjuration; any character that attempts to fly or climb out of the atrium is teleported to the donjon.
Great Hall. This large room contains a long table set for dinner. If the characters sit at the table, unseen servants serve a magnificent banquet of delicious Netherese dishes. Eating this meal gives the benefits of a heroes' feast, but the banquet is only served once every tenday.
Solar. A pair of cozy armchairs sit next to a hearth with a roaring fire. A translucent phantom hound curls up by the fire. If the characters succeed on a DC 15 Dexterity (Stealth) check, they can pass through the room without waking the hound; if they fail, the hound attacks them. It behaves similarly to the Mordenkainen's faithful hound spell and has an attack bonus of +7. The hound cannot leave the solar.
Study. This chamber is lined with bookshelves and contains an ornate writing desk, but no doors. If the characters spend at least an hour reading the books, they can learn up to three pieces of Ythryn lore. The desk holds various magic items and supplies, including a scroll containing the second line of the Rite of the Arcane Octad. Once the characters learn this line, a door magically appears between the bookshelves. They have passed the test and can move about the mansion freely with no risk of involuntary teleportation.
Donjon. If a character chooses the wrong door, they are teleported to a dank pit filled with grasping tentacles similar to the Evard's black tentacles spell. An exit door is set high on the wall, requiring a DC 15 Strength (Athletics) check to reach it. A restrained character can break free from the tentacles with a DC 15 Strength or Dexterity check. If a character cannot escape within 5 rounds, they are teleported back to the summoning chamber in the tower. (The test is not designed to be fatal.)
To navigate the mansion, the characters must work out a means of communicating the familiar's forms across the interdimensional spaces. They can do so with their own familiar, leaving it in the foyer and viewing the shapeshifter through their telepathic bond. Vellynne Harpell's owl familiar could also serve this purpose.
If the characters cannot solve the puzzle on their own, the ice devil will offer to help them. If they release it from the magic circle, it can enter the foyer and communicate with the characters telepathically. The devil is eager to be free and will honor the terms of its agreement to the letter. It will promise to help the characters reach their objective and then leave the tower without harming them.
The devil will try not to make any promises about what happens after it leaves the tower; it serves Levistus and it intends to join up with Avarice. Because Avarice already has her gargoyle and cultist followers, adding an ice devil to her retinue may be too much; consider downgrading the devil to a bone devil instead.
Rite. The desk in the study holds a scroll that contains the second line of the Rite of the Arcane Octad: “Second, summon a flame in the palm of your hand.”
Treasure. The desk in the study holds a figurine of wondrous power (serpentine owl), 100 gp worth of charcoal, incense and herbs, 300 gp worth of rare chalks and inks, and a silver necklace with a peridot pendant worth 500 gp.
Tower of Divination
As written, this tower offers no encounters other than the orb of divination. The orb demands a tough Constitution saving throw that could mutilate a character on a failure, and then it sends them to another location.
The expanded tower solves this problem by relocating the observatory (area Y15) to the top of the tower, but then it sends the characters to another location anyway to find the High Diviner's spellbook. It also adds a complicated, multi-stage battle that will slow the characters' progress even further. To simplify this location, you should combine the tower and the observatory into one structure but omit the search for the spellbook.
Planetarium. The door to the tower is sealed and guarded by three galvan magen, three demos magen, and one hypnos magen. Inside, the ground floor is a planetarium as described in the expanded tower. Models of Toril and its celestial neighbors are scattered around the floor, each sphere marked with abstract, fragmentary symbols. A large orrery made of concentric metal rings hangs overhead. The models were mounted here before Ythryn fell.
A blue slaad will ambush the characters in the planetarium. You may wish to add the celestial visions and magical effects described in the expanded tower, but this is optional. There is no nothic attack here, but the celestial visions could warn the characters about the slaad.
Observatory. The observatory roof is sealed shut with adamantine shields. No debris or inscriptions are found here, and the High Diviner Apius, transformed into a green slaad by the blue slaad's chaos phage, has long since forgotten the Rite of the Arcane Octad. If the characters ask her about it, she will tell them to "consult the orb."
Orb of Divination. The second highest floor of the tower, just under the observatory, is a sanctum containing the orb of divination. The orb will answer questions similar to a divination spell, but it is not restricted to questions about the future. However, it carries a steep cost: petitioners must succeed on a DC 10 Constitution saving throw or lose an eye. The DC increases by 2 for each subsequent question asked, even if a different person asks it. The DC resets each dawn.
If the characters ask the orb to reveal the third line of the Rite of the Arcane Octad, it says, "you will have your answer when the heavens are aligned." If they ask it about any other part of the rite, it directs them to the appropriate tower--perhaps with a cryptic clue to the tower's challenges if they could use a hint.
Rite. To discover the third line, the characters must return to the planetarium and arrange the heavenly bodies in their proper order as they would have appeared in the sky nearly 2000 years ago. Hoisting the models up to the orrery requires 50 feet of rope and a DC 15 Strength (Athletics) check. Aligning them requires a DC 25 Arcana check. If the characters ask the orb of divination for aid, it shows them a vision of the stars and planets in their proper position.
Placing the models in the correct order aligns the symbols inscribed on them to form the third line of the Rite of the Arcane Octad, written in Draconic: “Third, a burnt palm loosens the tongue. Shed a secret about yourself for all to hear.”
Tower of Enchantment
The elder oblex in the expanded tower uses psionics that are similar to enchantment spells, but they are not magical. Neither are the mimics in the entry hall. The cursed crown described in the campaign is a much more appropriate challenge for the Tower of Enchantment.
Instead of the mimics, the interior halls are covered in High Enchanter Ivira's writing as described in the book. They also echo with deranged laughter. As the characters enter, they are ambushed by six living hideous laughters. Use the stat block for living burning hands, except their spell mimicry recreates Tasha's hideous laughter, their attacks do psychic damage, and they are permanently invisible. The living spells' constant laughter gives away their position, but their attacks have advantage and attacks against them have disadvantage.
High Enchanter Ivira sits on her throne in the uppermost chamber as described in the campaign. If the characters remove her crown, she will beg them to destroy it and release her memories.
Rite. The fourth line of the Rite of the Arcane Octad is contained within the cursed crown, along with all the other memories it has absorbed. Destroying the crown on the anvil of disjunction releases this flood of memories. All creatures within 10 feet of the anvil learn 1d6 pieces of Ythryn lore. They also hear High Enchanter Ivira’s voice, which says, “Fourth, coax a secret from another.”
Tower of Evocation
The frozen gelatinous cubes are a fun idea, but the encounter does not feature evocation magic. The expanded tower adds some living evocation spells, but it also requires the characters to visit the chain lightning stadium and win a game, prolonging the exploration. The tower has been reworked to remove the chain lightning trophy.
The entrance hall contains six pillars that appear to be made of ice, one of which contains a humanoid skeleton. In fact, the pillars are frozen gelatinous cubes and the skeleton is all that remains of High Evoker Zadulus, who died in the fall of Ythryn. A cube consumed his body as part of its regular duties cleaning the tower before it was rounded up by the living Bigby's hands and placed into cryogenic stasis.
In the topmost chamber, the characters find a large unlit brazier flanked by four inactive living Bigby's hands. To reveal the line, the characters must light the brazier. Any spark will do, real or magical. Lighting the brazier causes flames to spring to life in the form of a living burning hands spell that will attack the characters. The living Bigby's hands will also attack.
To make this encounter slightly more challenging, or to vary the living spells that the characters battle, you could replace the Bigby's hands with three living lightning bolts.
Lighting the brazier also activates the thermal cubes located throughout the tower. This causes the pillars of ice to thaw, revealing their true forms as gelatinous cubes. However, the cubes are slow to act and even slower to move; if the characters hurry, they can escape the tower without getting into combat. The gelatinous cubes will return to their duties, scrubbing the tower clean of any organic matter until the living spells force them back into containment.
Rite. Once the characters have destroyed the living spells, the fifth line of the Rite of the Arcane Octad appears in shimmering flames over the brazier: “Fifth, quench the flame in thy palm with ice.”
Treasure. High Evoker Zadulus's corpse wears a necklace of fireballs with six beads remaining. The characters can only recover the necklace after the gelatinous cubes have thawed.
Tower of Illusion
The stage performance from the expanded tower is much better developed than the simple illusion spell in the campaign book, but the play script is amateurish and many groups will not want to act out the scene. Instead, combine this idea with the cursed play from the theater (area Y17) as the party takes part in a grand illusion. This replaces both the Tower of Illusion and the theater from the campaign book.
When the party enters the tower, they find themselves in a darkened theater. Murmurs from unseen audience members fall silent in the hush before the show. The curtains part and a programmed illusion of High Illusionist Ajamar appears on stage. The illusion will share information about the tower, including its part of the Rite of the Arcane Octad, but only if the characters complete the High Illusionist's final wish by performing the legendary play A Blasphemy of Kings. Illusory scripts appear before the characters, and the show begins.
The play has five roles. (Feel free to reduce this number for smaller parties, omitting any roles as you see fit.) Each performer must succeed on three consecutive DC 15 Charisma (Performance) checks. Characters make these checks with advantage if they are aided by appropriate magic spells, costumes, or props. On a failed check, the phantom audience grows agitated and the character must succeed on a DC 17 Wisdom saving throw or suffer the effects of a phantasmal killer spell, becoming frightened and taking 22 (4d10) psychic damage for one round only. If a character fails all three Performance checks, they are cursed depending on the part they read as described in area Y17.
When the performance is over, Ajamar’s programmed illusion congratulates them and says, “If you seek the Rite, go to my quarters and reflect on my words.” Then the illusion ends, revealing the actual, dusty stage and the remains of several long-dead apprentices in the audience. The body of High Illusionist Ajamar lies on stage. Ajamar and his apprentices died when Ythryn fell in the middle of a performance of A Blasphemy of Kings.
Mirror Room. The end of the illusion also reveals a staircase to Ajamar’s chambers, which doubled as his dressing room. A table in front of a large, ornate mirror holds the real scripts for A Blasphemy of Kings, bound in chains.
The mirror is actually a magical doorway into a secret room. The mirror appears to reflect the dressing room as normal, but it also shows a large armoire that is not found in the chambers. The doorway will only open to characters who have completed the High Illusionist’s performance; otherwise, it appears to be a normal mirror, except it is immune to all damage and it cannot be moved. If a character who has completed the performance touches the mirror, its surface ripples and admits them into the mirror room.
Rite. If the characters open the doors of the armoire, a magic mouth recites the sixth line of the Rite of the Arcane Octad: “Sixth, hide thyself behind a mask.”
Treasure. The armoire holds a hat of disguise and a cloak of many fashions.
Tower of Necromancy
The magic jar idea from the expanded tower is excellent, but the subplot about High Necromancer Cadavix's romance with High Enchanter Ivira threatens to make the story about the NPCs. (It also makes the apprentices of Iriolarthas far too sympathetic. The rulers of Ythryn were not nice people.) Similarly, the subplot with the brain in a jar is a diversion and the humor might clash with some campaigns. Both can be removed. In their place, use the rubble-strewn tower and the horde of crawling claws from the campaign.
Cadavix’s soul has been trapped inside his emerald for almost 2000 years. He has no goal other than his own resurrection. He will try to possess a character with magic jar and begin searching for a diamond to raise his body. If thwarted, he turns the crawling claws that scuttle around the tower into one swarm of zombie limbs for each character and orders them to attack. If they are not destroyed in one round, the swarms merge into a zombie clot.
The characters can stop the attack at any time by destroying Cadavix's emerald or dispelling the magic jar spell (DC 16). Ending the spell kills Cadavix, frees the imprisoned character's soul, and causes the zombie hordes to collapse back into their assorted body parts, which immediately call off the attack and return to their duties clearing the rubble.
If the characters permit Cadavix to raise his body, he ends the magic jar and releases the possessed character. Cadavix (lawful evil human necromancer) gathers as many undead servants as he can and proceeds to the Spire of Iriolarthas to aid his master. His first priority is to locate or reconstruct the demilich's phylactery and feed it fresh souls. The adventurers would do well to stop him.
Rite. The seventh line of the Rite of the Arcane Octad is inscribed inside the coffer where Cadavix kept his gemstones: “Seventh, trace a circle with the ashes of the dead.” The coffer was smashed open in the crash and can be found in the rubble with a successful DC 20 Intelligence (Investigation) check.
The characters can also learn the line by negotiating with Cadavix, casting detect thoughts or similar magic on him, or casting speak with dead on the High Necromancer’s corpse once he no longer possesses the characters.
Treasure. The broken coffer holds three diamonds worth 100 gp each and one diamond worth 500 gp, and Cadavix's corpse clutches an emerald worth 500 gp.
The Tower of Necromancy is also a good source of poisons. If they search the rubble for an hour, the characters can find three doses of torpor poison, four doses of carrion crawler mucus, and two doses of wyvern venom. Characters can identify the effects of each poison with a DC 15 Wisdom (Medicine) check.
Tower of Transmutation
This is the tower most in need of expansion. The tower in the campaign book provides no encounters and no challenges, yet the line from the octad (and thus the entire rite) can only be completed if the characters have access to one particular cantrip. The expanded tower is a vast improvement, but it offers more than the characters need for this encounter.
A shaft runs through the center of the tower to a height of 100 feet. A slab of stone at the bottom of the shaft and a recessed pressure plate at the top of the shaft are both engraved with the symbol of the school of transmutation. To enter the vault below the tower, the characters must depress the pressure plate, whether by levitating the stone slab up to it or flying or climbing to the top of the shaft and depressing it manually.
Once the plate is depressed, the central shaft is subjected to a reverse gravity spell. Anyone within the shaft falls 100 feet upwards towards the ceiling, taking 35 (10d6) bludgeoning damage unless they can fly or otherwise stop their fall. Any character standing underneath the stone slab when it falls (whether towards the ceiling or the floor) must succeed on a DC 15 Dexterity saving throw or take 35 (10d6) bludgeoning damage.
Depressing the plate also casts a passwall spell on the floor of the shaft underneath the slab, allowing characters to access the vault below. The passwall spell lasts for one hour, but the reverse gravity spell ends after one minute, dropping the stone slab back into place and blocking the exit. The slab weighs 500 pounds and can be lifted magically or by hand.
Upper Chambers. The upper levels of the tower contain various studies and laboratories, with doors that open onto the central shaft. The highest chamber holds the adamantine statue that was once High Transmuter Metaltra.
The magen fabricator from the expanded tower can be removed. Instead, the characters can find a potion laboratory in the upper floors to make their own potions of flying if necessary.
The potion laboratory contains magical equipment that can brew potions in minutes rather than weeks. It has enough materials to make up to five potions of very rare or lesser rarity. To brew a potion, characters must succeed on an Intelligence (Arcana) check, with the DC determined by the potion’s rarity as shown on the Potion Brewing table. Characters with proficiency in alchemist’s supplies can use their proficiency in place of the Arcana skill. On a failed check, the materials are wasted.
Potion Brewing
Transmutation Vault. When the characters enter the vault, the furniture in the room comes to life and attacks them. The characters face a rug of smothering, an animated chained library, an animated table, and two animated chairs (use the stat block for flying swords, but they have AC 15 and do bludgeoning damage). They are also attacked by a swarm of chess pieces, which act as a mob of Tiny objects from the animate objects spell. Each character or ally is attacked by two chess pieces each turn. The chess pieces launch from a chessboard that is attached to the animated table; destroying the chessboard or the table ends the spell and incapacitates all of the animated furniture.
The only object in the vault that doesn't attack the party is an unlocked treasure chest. If the characters attack the chest thinking it to be a mimic, they may break the vials containing the oils and potions within.
Rite. The complete text of the final line of the Rite of the Arcane Octad is inscribed inside the treasure chest in the vault: “Eighth, stand firm in thy circle of death and consume poison.”
Treasure. If the characters search the tower, they can find a bag of beans in the uppermost chamber. The treasure chest in the vault contains an oil of etherealness, a potion of climbing, and a potion of invisibility.
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Daniel Kahn's Expanded Towers of Magic is an invaluable resource for Rime of the Frostmaiden, adding thematically appropriate challenges for each tower. However, the addition of eight mini-dungeons could overburden the game, especially coming so late in the campaign. Some of the expanded towers could easily fill an entire session on their own. That didn't feel right for my table; it's been a long campaign, and I didn't want to prolong it even further. This guide offers more streamlined options that will challenge the characters without delaying their progress.
The "expanded towers condensed" offer a mix of combat encounters, skill challenges, puzzles, and problem-solving. Many of them draw on the expansions, a couple revert to the encounters described in the campaign, and others try strike a balance between the two. A focused group should be able to clear a single tower in an hour of gameplay, though extremely cautious or unfocused players may of course take longer.
There are no convenient inscriptions on the walls here. These towers give characters the opportunity to confront the challenges and pass the tests that will prove they are worthy to learn the Rite of the Arcane Octad.
Tower of Abjuration
This is one of the better towers in the campaign book, introducing a powerful artifact that carries some interesting complications. The tower only needs minimal changes, and some of the expansions can be rolled back to streamline the encounter.
The symbol spell hidden on the outer wall affects any character who is not under the protection of an abjuration spell (including cantrips) when they enter the tower. The effect can be resisted with a DC 18 Intelligence saving throw.
The lower floors of the tower contain study rooms where the characters can learn about the force field around the Spire of Iriolarthas. High Abjurer Taruth’s mauled body can also be found on the lower floors, along with the tunnel dug by the tomb tapper that killed him.
The anvil chamber is protected by an arcane lock (but no imprisonment spell) that can be opened with a DC 25 Strength (Athletics) or Dexterity (theives’ tools) check. The chamber is under the effects of a permanent antimagic field. The anvil is also guarded by four demos magen; neither the magen nor the anvil are affected by the antimagic field.
The anvil of disjunction has been waiting for nearly two thousand years to resume its duties. When a character holds the anvil’s hammer for the first time, a voice inside their head offers to reveal the first line of the Rite of the Arcane Octad if the anvil is used to destroy a magic item. Each use of the anvil has a 25 percent chance of provoking a tomb tapper, which attacks the party once they reach the ground floor. This happens only once.
Rite. Once the anvil destroys one magic item, it reveals the first line of the Rite of the Arcane Octad: “First, shield thy heart with a wand from the Nether Oak.”
Treasure. If the characters search the study rooms, they might find a magic item such as a ring of protection with a successful DC 20 Intelligence (Investigation) check.
Tower of Conjuration
This tower needs a major renovation. The tower in the book confronts characters with four living Bigby's hands (an evocation spell) and a demiplane inhabited by a coven of night hags. The problem with introducing night hags at this stage of the campaign is that their Nightmare Haunting ability is so debilitating, it tends to tend to make any campaign about stopping the night hags.
To avoid this possibility, the designers have included a way to bargain with the hags, but the price is completely detached from the game mechanics and therefore has no effect on the characters. This encounter is pointless and best removed from the campaign.
In its place, the expanded tower offers a puzzle that revolves around the archetypal conjuration magic of dimension door, find familiar, and Mordenkainen's magnificent mansion. However, the puzzle only takes the characters through two rooms. To take full advantage of the magical environment, consider reworking the puzzle to lead the characters through more of High Conjurer Damorith's magnificent mansion.
In this redesign, the topmost chamber of the tower contains a permanent magic circle that holds an ice devil (or some lesser devil--see below). The ice devil has been trapped in the circle since Damorith summoned it shortly before Ythryn fell. The devil will reach out telepathically to the characters and attempt to bargain for its freedom.
Magnificent Mansion. A door from the summoning chamber leads to the foyer of Damorith's magnificent mansion. The grand entrance is kept spotless by a small army of unseen servants, which attempt to take the characters' coats or cloaks and hang them in a closet. They will politely withdraw if asked to do so.
Each room in the mansion has four doors, and each door is marked with a different glowing animal symbol (cat, owl, rat, or snake). A cage on a stand in the middle of the foyer holds a shapeshifting familiar that assumes the same animal forms. The cage cannot be opened or moved by any means.
Whenever a character opens a door with the symbol that corresponds to the familiar's current form, the door teleports them into the next room. Opening the wrong door teleports the character to the donjon instead. The familiar's form changes each time a door is opened, and the characters can no longer see the familiar once they leave the foyer.
The characters must travel through the following rooms to reach High Conjurer Damorith's study, passing through four doors along the way:
Atrium. A small colonnade surrounds an open court under a warm sunlit sky. A small pool is stocked with carp and other fish that are conjured into existence and out of it just as quickly. The sky above is also a conjuration; any character that attempts to fly or climb out of the atrium is teleported to the donjon.
Great Hall. This large room contains a long table set for dinner. If the characters sit at the table, unseen servants serve a magnificent banquet of delicious Netherese dishes. Eating this meal gives the benefits of a heroes' feast, but the banquet is only served once every tenday.
Solar. A pair of cozy armchairs sit next to a hearth with a roaring fire. A translucent phantom hound curls up by the fire. If the characters succeed on a DC 15 Dexterity (Stealth) check, they can pass through the room without waking the hound; if they fail, the hound attacks them. It behaves similarly to the Mordenkainen's faithful hound spell and has an attack bonus of +7. The hound cannot leave the solar.
Study. This chamber is lined with bookshelves and contains an ornate writing desk, but no doors. If the characters spend at least an hour reading the books, they can learn up to three pieces of Ythryn lore. The desk holds various magic items and supplies, including a scroll containing the second line of the Rite of the Arcane Octad. Once the characters learn this line, a door magically appears between the bookshelves. They have passed the test and can move about the mansion freely with no risk of involuntary teleportation.
Donjon. If a character chooses the wrong door, they are teleported to a dank pit filled with grasping tentacles similar to the Evard's black tentacles spell. An exit door is set high on the wall, requiring a DC 15 Strength (Athletics) check to reach it. A restrained character can break free from the tentacles with a DC 15 Strength or Dexterity check. If a character cannot escape within 5 rounds, they are teleported back to the summoning chamber in the tower. (The test is not designed to be fatal.)
To navigate the mansion, the characters must work out a means of communicating the familiar's forms across the interdimensional spaces. They can do so with their own familiar, leaving it in the foyer and viewing the shapeshifter through their telepathic bond. Vellynne Harpell's owl familiar could also serve this purpose.
If the characters cannot solve the puzzle on their own, the ice devil will offer to help them. If they release it from the magic circle, it can enter the foyer and communicate with the characters telepathically. The devil is eager to be free and will honor the terms of its agreement to the letter. It will promise to help the characters reach their objective and then leave the tower without harming them.
The devil will try not to make any promises about what happens after it leaves the tower; it serves Levistus and it intends to join up with Avarice. Because Avarice already has her gargoyle and cultist followers, adding an ice devil to her retinue may be too much; consider downgrading the devil to a bone devil instead.
Rite. The desk in the study holds a scroll that contains the second line of the Rite of the Arcane Octad: “Second, summon a flame in the palm of your hand.”
Treasure. The desk in the study holds a figurine of wondrous power (serpentine owl), 100 gp worth of charcoal, incense and herbs, 300 gp worth of rare chalks and inks, and a silver necklace with a peridot pendant worth 500 gp.
Tower of Divination
As written, this tower offers no encounters other than the orb of divination. The orb demands a tough Constitution saving throw that could mutilate a character on a failure, and then it sends them to another location.
The expanded tower solves this problem by relocating the observatory (area Y15) to the top of the tower, but then it sends the characters to another location anyway to find the High Diviner's spellbook. It also adds a complicated, multi-stage battle that will slow the characters' progress even further. To simplify this location, you should combine the tower and the observatory into one structure but omit the search for the spellbook.
Planetarium. The door to the tower is sealed and guarded by three galvan magen, three demos magen, and one hypnos magen. Inside, the ground floor is a planetarium as described in the expanded tower. Models of Toril and its celestial neighbors are scattered around the floor, each sphere marked with abstract, fragmentary symbols. A large orrery made of concentric metal rings hangs overhead. The models were mounted here before Ythryn fell.
A blue slaad will ambush the characters in the planetarium. You may wish to add the celestial visions and magical effects described in the expanded tower, but this is optional. There is no nothic attack here, but the celestial visions could warn the characters about the slaad.
Observatory. The observatory roof is sealed shut with adamantine shields. No debris or inscriptions are found here, and the High Diviner Apius, transformed into a green slaad by the blue slaad's chaos phage, has long since forgotten the Rite of the Arcane Octad. If the characters ask her about it, she will tell them to "consult the orb."
Orb of Divination. The second highest floor of the tower, just under the observatory, is a sanctum containing the orb of divination. The orb will answer questions similar to a divination spell, but it is not restricted to questions about the future. However, it carries a steep cost: petitioners must succeed on a DC 10 Constitution saving throw or lose an eye. The DC increases by 2 for each subsequent question asked, even if a different person asks it. The DC resets each dawn.
If the characters ask the orb to reveal the third line of the Rite of the Arcane Octad, it says, "you will have your answer when the heavens are aligned." If they ask it about any other part of the rite, it directs them to the appropriate tower--perhaps with a cryptic clue to the tower's challenges if they could use a hint.
Rite. To discover the third line, the characters must return to the planetarium and arrange the heavenly bodies in their proper order as they would have appeared in the sky nearly 2000 years ago. Hoisting the models up to the orrery requires 50 feet of rope and a DC 15 Strength (Athletics) check. Aligning them requires a DC 25 Arcana check. If the characters ask the orb of divination for aid, it shows them a vision of the stars and planets in their proper position.
Placing the models in the correct order aligns the symbols inscribed on them to form the third line of the Rite of the Arcane Octad, written in Draconic: “Third, a burnt palm loosens the tongue. Shed a secret about yourself for all to hear.”
Tower of Enchantment
The elder oblex in the expanded tower uses psionics that are similar to enchantment spells, but they are not magical. Neither are the mimics in the entry hall. The cursed crown described in the campaign is a much more appropriate challenge for the Tower of Enchantment.
Instead of the mimics, the interior halls are covered in High Enchanter Ivira's writing as described in the book. They also echo with deranged laughter. As the characters enter, they are ambushed by six living hideous laughters. Use the stat block for living burning hands, except their spell mimicry recreates Tasha's hideous laughter, their attacks do psychic damage, and they are permanently invisible. The living spells' constant laughter gives away their position, but their attacks have advantage and attacks against them have disadvantage.
High Enchanter Ivira sits on her throne in the uppermost chamber as described in the campaign. If the characters remove her crown, she will beg them to destroy it and release her memories.
Rite. The fourth line of the Rite of the Arcane Octad is contained within the cursed crown, along with all the other memories it has absorbed. Destroying the crown on the anvil of disjunction releases this flood of memories. All creatures within 10 feet of the anvil learn 1d6 pieces of Ythryn lore. They also hear High Enchanter Ivira’s voice, which says, “Fourth, coax a secret from another.”
Tower of Evocation
The frozen gelatinous cubes are a fun idea, but the encounter does not feature evocation magic. The expanded tower adds some living evocation spells, but it also requires the characters to visit the chain lightning stadium and win a game, prolonging the exploration. The tower has been reworked to remove the chain lightning trophy.
The entrance hall contains six pillars that appear to be made of ice, one of which contains a humanoid skeleton. In fact, the pillars are frozen gelatinous cubes and the skeleton is all that remains of High Evoker Zadulus, who died in the fall of Ythryn. A cube consumed his body as part of its regular duties cleaning the tower before it was rounded up by the living Bigby's hands and placed into cryogenic stasis.
In the topmost chamber, the characters find a large unlit brazier flanked by four inactive living Bigby's hands. To reveal the line, the characters must light the brazier. Any spark will do, real or magical. Lighting the brazier causes flames to spring to life in the form of a living burning hands spell that will attack the characters. The living Bigby's hands will also attack.
To make this encounter slightly more challenging, or to vary the living spells that the characters battle, you could replace the Bigby's hands with three living lightning bolts.
Lighting the brazier also activates the thermal cubes located throughout the tower. This causes the pillars of ice to thaw, revealing their true forms as gelatinous cubes. However, the cubes are slow to act and even slower to move; if the characters hurry, they can escape the tower without getting into combat. The gelatinous cubes will return to their duties, scrubbing the tower clean of any organic matter until the living spells force them back into containment.
Rite. Once the characters have destroyed the living spells, the fifth line of the Rite of the Arcane Octad appears in shimmering flames over the brazier: “Fifth, quench the flame in thy palm with ice.”
Treasure. High Evoker Zadulus's corpse wears a necklace of fireballs with six beads remaining. The characters can only recover the necklace after the gelatinous cubes have thawed.
Tower of Illusion
The stage performance from the expanded tower is much better developed than the simple illusion spell in the campaign book, but the play script is amateurish and many groups will not want to act out the scene. Instead, combine this idea with the cursed play from the theater (area Y17) as the party takes part in a grand illusion. This replaces both the Tower of Illusion and the theater from the campaign book.
When the party enters the tower, they find themselves in a darkened theater. Murmurs from unseen audience members fall silent in the hush before the show. The curtains part and a programmed illusion of High Illusionist Ajamar appears on stage. The illusion will share information about the tower, including its part of the Rite of the Arcane Octad, but only if the characters complete the High Illusionist's final wish by performing the legendary play A Blasphemy of Kings. Illusory scripts appear before the characters, and the show begins.
The play has five roles. (Feel free to reduce this number for smaller parties, omitting any roles as you see fit.) Each performer must succeed on three consecutive DC 15 Charisma (Performance) checks. Characters make these checks with advantage if they are aided by appropriate magic spells, costumes, or props. On a failed check, the phantom audience grows agitated and the character must succeed on a DC 17 Wisdom saving throw or suffer the effects of a phantasmal killer spell, becoming frightened and taking 22 (4d10) psychic damage for one round only. If a character fails all three Performance checks, they are cursed depending on the part they read as described in area Y17.
When the performance is over, Ajamar’s programmed illusion congratulates them and says, “If you seek the Rite, go to my quarters and reflect on my words.” Then the illusion ends, revealing the actual, dusty stage and the remains of several long-dead apprentices in the audience. The body of High Illusionist Ajamar lies on stage. Ajamar and his apprentices died when Ythryn fell in the middle of a performance of A Blasphemy of Kings.
Mirror Room. The end of the illusion also reveals a staircase to Ajamar’s chambers, which doubled as his dressing room. A table in front of a large, ornate mirror holds the real scripts for A Blasphemy of Kings, bound in chains.
The mirror is actually a magical doorway into a secret room. The mirror appears to reflect the dressing room as normal, but it also shows a large armoire that is not found in the chambers. The doorway will only open to characters who have completed the High Illusionist’s performance; otherwise, it appears to be a normal mirror, except it is immune to all damage and it cannot be moved. If a character who has completed the performance touches the mirror, its surface ripples and admits them into the mirror room.
Rite. If the characters open the doors of the armoire, a magic mouth recites the sixth line of the Rite of the Arcane Octad: “Sixth, hide thyself behind a mask.”
Treasure. The armoire holds a hat of disguise and a cloak of many fashions.
Tower of Necromancy
The magic jar idea from the expanded tower is excellent, but the subplot about High Necromancer Cadavix's romance with High Enchanter Ivira threatens to make the story about the NPCs. (It also makes the apprentices of Iriolarthas far too sympathetic. The rulers of Ythryn were not nice people.) Similarly, the subplot with the brain in a jar is a diversion and the humor might clash with some campaigns. Both can be removed. In their place, use the rubble-strewn tower and the horde of crawling claws from the campaign.
Cadavix’s soul has been trapped inside his emerald for almost 2000 years. He has no goal other than his own resurrection. He will try to possess a character with magic jar and begin searching for a diamond to raise his body. If thwarted, he turns the crawling claws that scuttle around the tower into one swarm of zombie limbs for each character and orders them to attack. If they are not destroyed in one round, the swarms merge into a zombie clot.
The characters can stop the attack at any time by destroying Cadavix's emerald or dispelling the magic jar spell (DC 16). Ending the spell kills Cadavix, frees the imprisoned character's soul, and causes the zombie hordes to collapse back into their assorted body parts, which immediately call off the attack and return to their duties clearing the rubble.
If the characters permit Cadavix to raise his body, he ends the magic jar and releases the possessed character. Cadavix (lawful evil human necromancer) gathers as many undead servants as he can and proceeds to the Spire of Iriolarthas to aid his master. His first priority is to locate or reconstruct the demilich's phylactery and feed it fresh souls. The adventurers would do well to stop him.
Rite. The seventh line of the Rite of the Arcane Octad is inscribed inside the coffer where Cadavix kept his gemstones: “Seventh, trace a circle with the ashes of the dead.” The coffer was smashed open in the crash and can be found in the rubble with a successful DC 20 Intelligence (Investigation) check.
The characters can also learn the line by negotiating with Cadavix, casting detect thoughts or similar magic on him, or casting speak with dead on the High Necromancer’s corpse once he no longer possesses the characters.
Treasure. The broken coffer holds three diamonds worth 100 gp each and one diamond worth 500 gp, and Cadavix's corpse clutches an emerald worth 500 gp.
The Tower of Necromancy is also a good source of poisons. If they search the rubble for an hour, the characters can find three doses of torpor poison, four doses of carrion crawler mucus, and two doses of wyvern venom. Characters can identify the effects of each poison with a DC 15 Wisdom (Medicine) check.
Tower of Transmutation
This is the tower most in need of expansion. The tower in the campaign book provides no encounters and no challenges, yet the line from the octad (and thus the entire rite) can only be completed if the characters have access to one particular cantrip. The expanded tower is a vast improvement, but it offers more than the characters need for this encounter.
A shaft runs through the center of the tower to a height of 100 feet. A slab of stone at the bottom of the shaft and a recessed pressure plate at the top of the shaft are both engraved with the symbol of the school of transmutation. To enter the vault below the tower, the characters must depress the pressure plate, whether by levitating the stone slab up to it or flying or climbing to the top of the shaft and depressing it manually.
Once the plate is depressed, the central shaft is subjected to a reverse gravity spell. Anyone within the shaft falls 100 feet upwards towards the ceiling, taking 35 (10d6) bludgeoning damage unless they can fly or otherwise stop their fall. Any character standing underneath the stone slab when it falls (whether towards the ceiling or the floor) must succeed on a DC 15 Dexterity saving throw or take 35 (10d6) bludgeoning damage.
Depressing the plate also casts a passwall spell on the floor of the shaft underneath the slab, allowing characters to access the vault below. The passwall spell lasts for one hour, but the reverse gravity spell ends after one minute, dropping the stone slab back into place and blocking the exit. The slab weighs 500 pounds and can be lifted magically or by hand.
Upper Chambers. The upper levels of the tower contain various studies and laboratories, with doors that open onto the central shaft. The highest chamber holds the adamantine statue that was once High Transmuter Metaltra.
The magen fabricator from the expanded tower can be removed. Instead, the characters can find a potion laboratory in the upper floors to make their own potions of flying if necessary.
The potion laboratory contains magical equipment that can brew potions in minutes rather than weeks. It has enough materials to make up to five potions of very rare or lesser rarity. To brew a potion, characters must succeed on an Intelligence (Arcana) check, with the DC determined by the potion’s rarity as shown on the Potion Brewing table. Characters with proficiency in alchemist’s supplies can use their proficiency in place of the Arcana skill. On a failed check, the materials are wasted.
Potion Brewing
| Potion Rarity | DC | Time |
|---|---|---|
| Common | 10 | 10 minutes |
| Uncommon | 12 | 20 minutes |
| Rare | 15 | 30 minutes |
| Very Rare | 20 | 1 hour |
The only object in the vault that doesn't attack the party is an unlocked treasure chest. If the characters attack the chest thinking it to be a mimic, they may break the vials containing the oils and potions within.
Rite. The complete text of the final line of the Rite of the Arcane Octad is inscribed inside the treasure chest in the vault: “Eighth, stand firm in thy circle of death and consume poison.”
Treasure. If the characters search the tower, they can find a bag of beans in the uppermost chamber. The treasure chest in the vault contains an oil of etherealness, a potion of climbing, and a potion of invisibility.
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2023.03.26 17:11 RedStar1100_09 Help fixing up a 2009 V-Star 1100 Classic
Need a bit of help. Bought a 2009 V-Star 1100 for a decent deal. The bike didn’t run for a while and of course, didn’t start. Got it in the garage. Changed oil and filter, replaced all the gas, spark plugs and charged the battery. Didn’t help. Put some B12 in the tank with hope. Didn’t help. Took the carb out, it was 100% blocked in one carb, the other was around 80% blocked. Cleaned the carbs and replaced what we could. Put it back together and now it does start and run. Yay.
Now for the wired parts.
Help, please.
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Now for the wired parts.
- The bike won’t start with the enrichment turned on. Starts fine with the enriched off. If I engage the enrichment while it’s running it will cut out.
- While taking it on test rides it will die very shortly after and won’t start back up. It feels like it’s choking out. Once it dies, it will need to sit for a bit before it will succeed to start up. It will cut out again shortly later.
Help, please.