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2010.08.31 13:35 Baptists

The purpose of /Baptists is for mutual discussion and edification of Baptists who follow the teachings of Christ and cherish His Word. There is a wide variety of beliefs among Baptists, but historically all Baptists highly regard the Scriptures and hold to the one true Gospel of Christ. All participants should seek to reflect the gentleness of Christ to one another.
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2023.06.09 22:12 Drakolf Dragon Rising- 26. Conjoin:

"Ruuk."
I jolted awake, my heart thundering in my chest. I looked around, but didn't see anyone. I sat up on my bed, idly noting that the bedding was different. My bedroom was adorned with carvings dedicated to Bahamut, a small assortment of vestments were arranged on a shelf, as well as an assortment of other things that Tallyn likely had need of.
I stood up, I no longer felt exhausted, but I didn't feel rested. I didn't remember much of my nightmare, only that it was claustrophobic, a memory of the mine collapsing on me? I wasn't certain. I made use of some sort of polish to clean up my armor and some wax to give the spear a nice coating.
We didn't bathe, at least, we didn't go out of our way to use our drinking water for bathing. I usually stuck with Prestidigitation, three quick casts were enough for me. As I got ready for the day, I walked over to the vestments and picked them up. Dyed blue, at least with magic, as far as I knew. The Artificers were good at figuring out all of the things that both mattered and didn't matter.
'The vestments of my faith are a sign of devotion to me.' Bahamut spoke. 'You have your devotion directed elsewhere.'
"I know." I said. "I want to avoid another situation with your faithful, I quite literally went in and gave Mitne a dressing down on little more than spite, and something like that's not going to be ignored, regardless of the situation."
I put the vestments on, and noted a section of the wall had been polished to a reflective sheen.
My once-blind eye was a deep azure, the scars still present on my face, the other was a dull, pale yellow, a sign that Kurtulmak had once been an influence in my life. I realized, as I looked into my reflection, that this was my first time seeing myself since... Since when? There was a memory, certainly. A building, one that was completely different from what I was used to.
'You do not remember your prior home.' Bahamut observed. 'Does it distress you, knowing that you used to live as a Human?"
"I was... a Human?" I asked. I shook my head. "I don't remember ever being one."
'Nobody does.' Bahamut replied. 'There is an entire year you have existed as a soul, the effects of Tiamat's machinations still affected you, their effect forcing you to forget you ever were a Human in the first place.' He paused. 'In many ways, the truth becomes a lie, as the Human named Adrian ceases to exist, with only Ruuk Stingtail remaining.'
"Will there ever be a point where that would become a lie, even to you?" I asked.
'Perhaps when the last memory has faded, and the truth would only serve to cause anguish.' He answered. 'I have had to abide by much I would not normally, simply because adhering to my ideals would have only led to suffering. I do not have the luxuries the other worlds grant me, if my faithful are gone, and you are dead, Tiamat will have total victory.'
I could feel anguish, a distinct feeling of being unclean. I could see visions of acts of great valor, judgments made for the sake of good and justice, a rigid moral code that brooked not even the merest acts of evil. Worlds where faith formed sturdy bridges, easy egress.
And then there was this lone planet, cast aside and forgotten, only the thinnest threads granting any connection.
"You're forced to abide by us, simply because it's the only option you have." I realized.
I saw another vision, of myself, disbelieving. I could feel a fondness, a desire to show myself a world beyond my own imaginings. The lightning was for me, to spark belief, to show a greater truth. I felt such strong joy, seeing myself faithful to him, and I felt the cold, crushing sorrow and disappointment when I refused to leave Kurtulmak behind.
I saw my evil acts, and I felt such devastating loss and self-loathing for allowing pride to get in the way of ensuring my continued devotion to good.
Bahamut had made costly mistakes, and though he hated it, though he despised abiding by it, he was forced to tolerate my actions, he was forced to give me every opportunity to prove that I hadn't fallen so deeply into hatred as to be irretrievable.
Yet, even though he did not believe for a second Kurtulmak was capable of such, the day Garl Glittergold confronted us, my God had shocked him completely,
Looking at my reflection, I realized I liked seeing myself in this.
'You are my agent, Ruuk, because you were the only one who was able to see hypocrisy for what it was. You demanded I give you proof, because nothing less than that would satisfy you. Even at your lowest, you never truly did anything that hadn't been done to you. Your hatred, painful as it was to see, was justified by the hatred directed toward you. Your manipulations to bring about an Empire were no different from Galax's."
He paused. 'The day I directed you to the platinum, that was a test to see who you really were. An irredeemable tyrant would have used it for evil, or hidden its existence entirely. You not only gave it to my Temple, you made what they needed most.'
I felt his presence around me. 'I am proud of what good you have done, and I am ashamed of the evil my actions to you have wrought. And yet I still use you, my gift being little more than a tool, not a true reward.'
"I have promised myself to Kurtulmak." I said. "If you cannot abide by this, then take my brother as your agent, because I will continue to try and bring my God back."
'I abide, for the simple fact that you have done what I believed to be impossible. I do not need your faith, I only need your good and your justice. I shall not make you make promises to me."
I nodded. "Bahamut... If you promise me you will help me bring him back, if that is a promise you can make, I will serve you and him in equal measure, and he will have to accept that since you would have aided me."
'Ruuk Stingtail, this I vow.'
"Then I vow to serve you as I serve my God, I will hold you in the same regard I give him, and when I am able, I will strive to follow your way. Nomeno Si okros."
I felt Bahamut's warmth flow through me. It did not fill in the void Kurtulmak's death left behind, merely outlined it. In the mirror, my blue eye glowed with inner light.
'Go put on your armor.' Bahamut spoke. 'It would not look good for you to serve both of us, yet represent only me.'
I put the armor on, and feeling more determined than ever, I stepped out into my throne room.
The look on my Council's face, and the faces of both the followers of Kurtulmak and Bahamut, indicated nobody expected me to walk out as I had. Carrying Kurtulmak's spear, wearing his armor, yet bearing Bahamut's holy vestments, I most certainly struck quite the sight.
"Kneel." I said, and they all knelt. "From this day forward, I am a servant of both Kurtulmak and Bahamut, for Bahamut has given me his solemn vow to see him restored."
"As my agent upon this world, Tallyn shall be the ultimate authority of my Temple, as guided by me." Bahamut spoke, my eye flashing with his power. "There shall no longer be a High Priest dictating what is my Law. In the days to come, I shall make apparent what is truth, what is deception, and what is simple misinterpretation."
I blinked, his presence retracting, but not retreating. I was as much his, and I was Kurtulmak's, and he was not letting me go any time soon. Not that I minded.
"From this point forward." I said. "The only laws of the Empire are the Tenets of Bahamut, and what laws come forth as needed. All prior laws will be discarded. Moreover, worship to any God is not mandatory. If I see so much as a pamphlet being handed out, I will execute the offender personally. Is this understood?"
"Yes, Imperator."
"Good." I said. "That line of communication is today's top priority. If no significant headway has been made, I will assume either incompetence or malice, and I will personally see to it that the offender is held accountable." I looked at my father. "Baruk, as my father, you have a heavy burden. I know you will not mess this up."
"Of course, Imperator." He said.
"Good. Go out and to what is needed. I will handle the citizens and their criticisms. Make it known that I now command the Temples, and that there will be no High Priest to dictate their lives. Dismissed."
I didn't waste any time, and neither did the people. Of course, they were a little concerned, seeing me wearing Bahamuti vestments when I stepped out onto the gathering area, but I commanded them to give me their criticisms and concerns.
"The Temples are under my command." I said. "As Bahamut's Agent, it is my job to ensure the people are treated with dignity and respect. You will not be forced to believe in anything."
Going through over ten thousand individual papers is exhausting, so I said, "If in the process of going through everything, I have addressed your every concern, feel free to dispose of your paper." This, as it turned out, was a good idea, because by the time I got to the twentieth person, over half of the gathered crowd crumpled up their papers, ignited them, or otherwise got rid of it.
No detail was too insignificant. "As the new head of Bahamut's Temple, I declare your grievances legitimate, if any Cleric or Paladin denies you any recompense, return to me and I will personally kick their ass."
Gradually, I saw hope and happiness restored in their faces.
"I will not be removing Tallyn from his position." I stated in response to one grievance that called him ineffectual. "At present, I need him to ensure shit gets done with the Temple. However, the one who made him ineffectual will be hunted down and executed on sight."
Another thousand papers were disposed of.
As the day wound down to evening, and after a light lunch, the complaints and criticisms grew more granular and petty, I addressed each issue, and by nightfall, I had gone through the entire list. My father reported that the soldiers were willing to set up a direct line of communication, and were glad we were finally cooperating.
"How did they react to me returning from the dead?" I asked.
"I, uh, haven't actually had a chance to really explain that." He said. "It would have bogged things down. They will be getting things ready for our Artificers, who have an idea for a broadcasting device based around the concept of something called Sending Stones. It shouldn't rely on electricity at all."
"Good." I said.
I took a short nap before leaving to do the ritual again. This time, we had a brazier, which we used to burn aromatic herbs. "This time, I shall join, but I will not give devotion, only direction." Bahamut spoke through me.
We were going to need a lot more stuff, but thankfully, we had a convenient supply of gold, silver, and gemstones waiting to be peeled off the walls of a building.
The next day, while the Artificers got to work on the communication devices, we got to work on what I called 'Operation Cleanup'. Kurtulmak's Divine Essence being everywhere was what some would consider A Problem. That was our ultimate goal, and our options were very limited on that front.
So we focused on what we could do.
I did away with the notion of a Temple to Bahamut entirely, instead just having his face carved into a wall that was accessible to everyone, but out of the way enough that anyone who needed to pray could do so without being bothered.
"Until everyone can behave long enough to not need one, there will be no Temple." I stated firmly. "You have The Wall, you will do your praying at The Wall. If this is inconvenient for you, then go out and do what Bahamut commands you to do. Your actions are your prayers, use them."
The Clerics and Paladins were used to long-winded sermons about Bahamut and his deeds. I was very blunt and direct. If Bahamut had a problem with something, it was always something along the lines of 'Bahamut said no. These are the reasons he said no. If you complain, I will poke you with the pointy end of this spear.'
Which was, incidentally, effective. Bahamut's faithful gradually stopped being so insular and uncertain. The Tenets were all they needed, anything else was a judgment call on their part. "Believe in the you that Bahamut believes in, go forth and do good." I would say.
Anything that needed a less strict hand, or a slightly less moral approach, I would deal with it. He didn't like it, but as far as I was concerned, "If I must be Evil, then I shall be necessary." A concept he believed was oxymoronic, but he didn't complain because I still deferred to his judgment on most things that needed it.
The Temple dealt with, I started focusing on the ravening bands of murderhobos below the city, and that was going to require a more delicate touch.
"Arcanik jedark vers!" I snapped, killing a Kobold who was trying to attack me. "Kneel before your Imperator, or by the point of Kurtulmak's spear and the tip of his poisonous tail, I will see every member of your family perish!"
Delicate.
Sufficiently cowed, the recently dead made recently revived, I made it very clear I was in charge. "Tiamat killed me, and I am still here to make it her problem!" I roared.
Bahamut wasn't particularly fond of me using brutality and coercion to get the hostile Kobolds to comply, but considering I wore a replica of Kurtulmak's armor and wielded his actual spear, well, the only thing I was missing was a stinger tail, and I was reasonably certain I could probably finagle some sort of magic that would do that, if it was absolutely necessary.
With them cowed and submissive, I led them out into the daylight, which they of course weren't happy with. With them stood in front of my city, I spoke very clearly. "I am Imperator of this city, its citizens revere me. If you cannot exist peacefully with them, I will not bring you back. We are Kobolds, and Kobolds protect their own."
Contact between the two groups was tense, but they integrated, swapping crude covers for actual clothes and bolstering our workforce. They numbered roughly one hundred. I made it fairly clear that worship of Tiamat was not allowed. "We will not revere a Goddess who attacked us and slaughtered four fifths of our population. If you must revere a God, revere Kurtulmak, whom we will bring back to life, or Bahamut, who has done more for us than Tiamat ever will."
Atheism was, of course, a viable alternative.
The next few days were dedicated to me helping with the smaller, less vital things, taking down banners that were solely dedicated to Bahamut that had been required by law to be hung- anyone who wanted to hang them in their own home or outside of such was welcome to- or arming the populace because Mitne wanted to consolidate power.
And each night, we performed the ritual, even if it ultimately amounted to nothing, we refused to sit back and do nothing.
During the restoration of Kurtulmak's Temple, one of our workers slipped and fell on something sharp, I didn't even think as I yanked it out and healed him, I had one free heal per 'long rest', any further would eat up my supply of spells, which considering I could restore a handful, meant in a rough spot, I could take some burden off any Clerics.
Finally, on the fifth day of my resurrection, the line of communication was made, and I got ready to use it.
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Blood-slicked hand, dead eyes gazing into mine, it was either him or me. Thousands of eyes were on me, overcrowded, overwhelming. I told them, this was where we would stay, I told them we would fight our way to the center, we would conquer this land for as long as it was necessary.
They spoke: "Yes, Imperator!"

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2023.06.09 21:49 AmericasElegy 32[M4F] - #PNW: "He looks up grinning like the devil..."

Hello again, R4R. My first summer in like 7 years has just started, and I'm on a business/mainly vacation trip in Arizona, enjoying my newly minted 32-ness.
The TL:DR here is that a fun, friendly, gaming college professor and pop culture fan seeks a great perhaps of any kind of relationship. Very much into ebbing, flowing, and going with the flow. Sidenote, I was going to keep up with my tradition of quoting Taylor Swift lyrics, and while I'm still a Swiftie and excited to see her in July, she is not in my best graces right now, haha! So pop punk, it is.
More about me: I turn 32 next week and have been in the Pacific Northwest for about 8 months now. I am really enamored with the culture and climate up here, and am even more excited to explore it more now that I have some time. I teach college, coach a competitive academic activity, write, play video games, and absolutely love watching movies, television, and listening to music. I plan on reading and writing a lot more this summer, but I also plan on just letting myself enjoy the time and be very fluid about everything. I'm a staunch Leftist, but my bitter burnt out political heart is still a deep well of empathy, eager to lead with kindness and inclusion in terms of politics and life in general. Nazi punks can still fuck off though. And, no human being is illegal, we should trust science, trans rights are human rights, abortion access is healthcare, we (most of us) are living on stolen land, borders aren't real, prisons should be rehabilitative and not retributive, America has a gun problem, even if they are the only check back against the state, love is love, etc.
What I'm looking for: This one is always really hard to answer, not because I have commitment issues or fears of love or anything. I just feel like (no shade here) it's really tough to be like; "I am on this really magical shitshow of a place called Reddit, with people from so many different backgrounds, interest groups, etc., and I truly (madly, deeply) want to find love, and I am entertaining nothing else." Like, I respect that, and I hope you find your person, but I'm terrified that that puts a lot of tough-to-meet expectations on both sides of the aisle. To be honest some of the last people I've really really felt strongly for have been women I've met on the internet, and so I'm obviously capable of finding that. I just have tried to force love to many times into boxes it doesn't fit in, and that static immovability probably hurt me more than helped. So, it would be really really cool to find a person to talk to, day in and day out, that there is a mutual attraction with, and the chance of building to something. I would love to find someone local to hang out with and show me around the PNW, but I would equally like to find someone I just click with, to eventually host/visit. I don't really have an age range, but it would be nice if that sort of thing could be on the table. However, if you're only looking for an internet friend, depending on the vibes, that can also be totally acceptable.
Other Interests: Here are now a smattering of things that have recently or historically been interested in. I'm big on shared experiences but also swapping suggestions.
Movies: I like to call myself "Hollywood's favorite customer," because I'll literally watch 95% of movies and find something to enjoy out of them. That being said, I am very into horror films, superhero movies, and your traditional "Oscar Bait." Again, while I like most of the stuff I watch, much like the deep well of empathy that is my heart, that enjoyment isn't finite. Just because I liked Kandahar more than most audiences, doesn't mean my whole-hearted endorsement of Everything Everywhere All At Once is any less significant. Jojo Rabbit, Parasite, Crazy Rich Asians, Booksmart, Assassination Nation, and The Hate U Give are some of my favorite films in the past few years. It's a Wonderful Life is my favorite Christmas movie, I'm a big fan of the Before Trilogy, and Field of Dreams always is a tearjerker. Also, Titanic is just fucking fantastic. I really want to watch the Studio Ghibli movies, I just haven't got around to it yet. Disney/Pixar films are generally pretty solid (again, full-on weeping for Moana and Coco), but I wouldn't say I'm well-versed in all of those.
Television: Let me tell you, seeing Succession and Ted Lasso end in the span of three days has been emotional whiplash. The latter had me ugly crying through the last seven episodes (can you tell that I'm in touch with my emotions?). I identify a lot with the positive masculinity, care, kindness, and optimism of Ted Lasso, and I think that influences what I see in other shows. With the writer's strike going on, I've also started going back and watching older shows. Currently binging through Lost, and that's been a trip. Once I finish that up I'll catch back up on stuff like How I Met Your Father (HIMYM had a really bittersweet end for me), The Silo, Citadel, and Fear the Walking Dead (OG Walking Dead has been one of my favorite shows minus the dredge of seasons 7 and 8. Dead City should be interesting). Reservation Dogs was also really really good. The OC is a classic for me, Gossip Girl was like, okay. Game of Thrones was amazing until it wasn't, House of the Dragon was really neat. The Office and Parks and Rec were definitely enjoyable. Loved The Last of Us. Big fan of Sorkin's shows as well.
Music: I have really enjoying Kesha's newest album. Obviously, as mentioned before, I am admittedly a Swiftie. RedTV, folklore, and evermore are far and away my favs, but as someone who had their own Reputation era last fall, that shit slaps. Midnights could have been better, but again, that's okay (facts). I am wildly excited for 1989 TV because when the OG came out as I was in grad school, it really was when I embraced my fandom of her. Pop in general is pretty neat; Charli XCX, Carly Rae Jepsen, Lorde, Olivia Rodrigo, etc., are all artists I dig. I also really love pop punk, from the classics like Green Day, Blink-182, and MCR (who are more adjacent, I suppose) to more recent bands like The Wonder Years and Neck Deep. I occasionally jam out to some metal (Avenged Sevenfold, Ghost, early Metallica) as much as I occasionally (and theatrically) bust out the Broadway soundtracks (Somewhere That's Green, 30/90, and Defying Gravity are all singalongs I get pretty passionate about). Also I have a professional wrestling theme music playlist I get hyped to (sidenote, I really love wresting? I just am not giving it a section, haha!). A big friendship and/or couples goal thing I like to do is collaborating on a Spotify Playlist together.
Video Games: I probably fanboy a bit too much for Microsoft but I'm not a shill to say that Xbox Game Pass Ultimate is literally the best deal in gaming. It's how I discovered Persona 5, among other games. I recently beat Ghostwire Tokyo which I probably would have bought on its own, because again, horror is my jam, but not having to drop 60 bucks on a game was nice. I am very excited for Diablo 4, and am excited to game more in general this summer. Kingdom Hearts will always have my heart, as well the Resident Evil series, and Fire Emblem. I'm super down to play anything multiplayer, although some games are absolutely sweatier than others. If I found my forever player 2 from this (or really just a gaming buddy, lol), that would be goals for sure.
So I feel like I've definitely written a novel, but I wanted to be thorough. Here is a pic of me. I don't have any fun riddles or references for you to make if you decide to DM me, just please send a pic, your age, and a bit about yourself! Have a great day!
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2023.06.09 21:35 Tired_Explorer69 23 [M4F] #Amsterdam, The Netherlands - Breeding Bull, 420 :)

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**About me:
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Moreover, I am a person with a high sex drive and an appetite to cum multiple times, I enjoy being a breeding bull/dom/daddy/masteowner.
I’ve bred 2 girls irl before, and am looking for the next one. I’m open to ideas and inquiries
I have a lot of fetishes/kinks such as Breeding, nipple play, nipple sucking, ass spanking, pussy spanking, 69, deep throating, cock sucking, anal, pussy eating, fingering, putting a leash/collar on my partner, tying up my partners hands and legs, being verbally degrading or encouraging, blindfolding my partner, wax play, light impact play, breeding, creampies, having my balls sucked, receiving a strip/lap dance, grinding, having my body kissed and caressed, my cock worshipped and drained.
I also really enjoy smoking weed/hash with sex. If this is a problem for you no worries I can abstain.
What more I can tell you about my style is that i am a firm, loving and caring dom who knows when to put his foot down and treat his submissive girl the right way. I enjoy disciplining and nurturing.
**What I'm looking for:
Im mainly looking for the next honourable woman to breed and sow seed with. Im more than open to the idea of you travelling over and staying for a few days to a week for us to properly procreate. I don’t have much but am happy to accommodate. Otherwise I am open to the idea of travelling short distances only at this time.
In terms of a partner, preferably a person with a large appetite for sex and breeding, someone to match mine, my pleasure is in making her cum multiple times and filling her up with mine ;)
Furthermore, I am very open and flexible to ideas, desires, fantasies and kinks. It’s best before we meet for our international to get to know each other and look forward to talking to
Discretion and respect is assured and expected.
**Important Info:
I am std tested and clean. I hope you are as well. If you’re interested or my message sounds intriguing message me back with a little about you and what you’re looking for. Furthermore there is no rush, I'd rather we talk and make a little connection so there is no rush.
Thank you for reading this far, send me a dm with your favourite sex position, that way I’ll know if you managed to get this far :) perhaps this is what you're looking for as well? :)
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2023.06.09 21:07 Feelreallove Why I think it's 1270, were two duplicate 753 year timelines used?

Interestingly enough there are some coincidences when you translate the AUC calendar to the AD one, like the first sack of Constantinople lines up to the fall of Constantinople pretty closely. so the first sack of Constantinople was 1204 AD, the year 453 AD is 1206 AUC which is pretty close to the number 1204, and the fact it lines up closely with 453 AD shows a thousand years manipulation is there but not in the way some think.
Another coincidence is the council of Nicea and the acceptance of christianity in Rome in 313 AD. 313 AD is the year 1066 AUC and the council of Nicea translates to 1078 AUC, this puts it bang in the Gregorian reform if you translate them to 1066 AD and 1078 AD.
Count back 325 years from 1078 and you get the year 753, 753 years was the number BC until the Roman calendar start, and we can now put this together with what Heinsohn said that the events of ancient and late antiquity seemed to show through stratigraphic data as happening far later between the 8th and 10th century until a flood in the mid 900's known as the tenth century collaps occured.
Now I ask what period would be the fabrication, the later or earlier, well the earlier of course, it is far more easy to fabricate history way further back, too close and people would notice, plus we have a lack of archeology other than buildings for ancients which will be justified as well it is ancient stuff so obviously the archeology will be lacking... Conveniently, also remember we don't have a single body for a Roman emperor.
What seems to have happened is one event has been played out twice in two duplicate phantom lines.
The years 753 BC to 1 AD And the years 1 AD to 753 AD Seem to be two phantom duplicates of 753 years of all the events that actually happened between. 753 AD and 1506 AD.
It would seem Exiguus's change to the calendar in 532 was to turn the Julian calendar in to the year 1532, this means all Julian calendars worldwide were updated to this new date. This is why the Russian calendar in 1917 wasn't 1000 years behind, it would seem it was all done by the Catholic church at the time as a way to fabricate a popery lineage far longer than it was and make the history of christianity and the Romans far grander than what they really were.
The real start date of our calendar and life was the year we call 753 AD, Pepin the short had no parents, anyone in that year was created by the creator and were the age they were at creation, the creator gave us the maps and some of the buildings were created by the creator and he decided who would be king from the start, in this time, giants, intelligent beasts we now call dinosaurs who we are told were dumb existed and built some of these buildings, those ancient pics of Gods were real beings, along with wooly mammoths and Alaska wasn't frozen over. 200 years later in what we call the year 900's there was major cataclysms caused by what Heinsohn reckoned were comets wiping out most of civilisation, this then starts the polytheist pagan era of Saxons, etc and in what we call the 11th century is when christianity takes over and starts persecuting pagans etc, the original religion of the world. The pagans mostly the good guys fighting against the Monetheistic parasites who want to get everyone to worship one deity. Saxons and Norman's a good example of this. The monotheistic parasites eventually enslave from the top and sacrifice men in satanic rituals known as battles for centuries. So come the year 1506 all of human history is only 753 years old, not 1506 plus the BC years like we've been told.
With this 753 years and the events within played out twice to artificially extend our history, you want the real history guys look from what we call 753 AD and that is it, except the flood of the 900's has been covered up along with the giants and how the buildings really came to be of course, and the fact the "ancient Egyptians" existed in the period before the flood as well in a Green Africa, not a desert Africa.
But I truly believe this, I think the whole of human history going by this is only 1270 years old and that puts us in 1270 exactly with no BC years, not 2023. Radio carbon dating has cleverly gate kept the Darwinist timeline which is what all mainstream historians have to stick to viciously, but I think and do think the millions of years thing is absurd and is and was garbage, the mammoths, dinosaurs and other animals etc did exist but just before the period we call the 900's and were wiped out in these cataclysms 200 years in to the whole of human history, not millions of years ago, every catastrophe spoke of was the same event, there has never been millions of years.
Human history would make much more sense if we was only in the year 1270 from the creation of the world, let's redate some important events using this logic, the true start of christianity was actually with the Franks and they are possibly the people of Judea.
World starts, everything created is at its default age 1 Charlemagne becomes King 15 Vikings first invade Britain 40 Viking invasion of Paris 92 Major cataclysms occur late 100's/early 200's Battle of Hastings 313 Council of Nicea and the Gregorian reform 325 The Anarchy 385 Fall of Constantinople (Rome) 453 First Baron's war 462 Second Baron's war 511 Hundred years war 584 The black death 593 Battle of Agincourt 662 The Ottomans take Constantinople in the 700's War of the roses 702 America "discovered" (invaded) 739 Reformation begins 764
In 779 the Catholic Church changes all Julian calendars to the year 1532 AD and creates the two phantom lines.
Scaliger solidifies the two phantom duplicates of 753 years with the Catholic church, 1609. Of course 1609 was really the year 856.
The key would be in the Gregorian calendar of 1582, now I'm not saying they changed the time on the Gregorian calendar as this would have shown in Russia in 1917 as they didn't adopt the Gregorian until 1917 but I do think Pope Gregory in 1582 was fixing a problem that earlier falsified chronology on the Julian had caused to synchronisation with other calendars, also causing issues in astronomic cycles. 10 days was added to fix the falsification and put the calendar back in sync I believe, but someone who can study properly and understands the technicalities of calculations might be able to solve this one for me. What it naturally tells me is other world calendars we're all 10 days ahead, but why, what caused the Julian to be 10 days out of sync? That is the key here.
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2023.06.09 21:06 Ok-Reward-6390 21 [M4F] Brazil -3/anywhere -- non uninteresting man looks for a good thing

I haven’t even flirted for such a long time, and lately, during those boring lunches where people just talk about heiresses’ dogs’ illnesses (a Pomeranian dog shares all her illnesses with her owner) or gossip about some technocrat who has a limp and who may be cheating on his partner, and while rice with cod is served, I am asked “darling, are you dating yet?”. No, I am not, and here I am, mostly because dating apps are too dull – unfortunately the odds of being flashed by a Jewish 19 year-old from Manchester is smaller on these things, though sometimes you might have some luck and end up being insulted randomly by a Portuguese girl, who is visiting her uncle.
I do have names, and surnames, and I was born in a big city in Brazil. My sister used to describe our childhood address as “a building with cars and trees and buildings”, which is a rather good description of much of the city. For a while I wanted to join the seminary but after having to face the fact that this was an inadequate career choice considering I didn’t believe in God and had always found masses to be awfully boring (though fascinating at times – the priest at my childhood church used to go on long rants about things, of which there are many) often turning my back to see the watch, and so I chose the next best thing: I am studying sociology, which involves, in many ways, taking a vow of poverty. I also work at a small online newspaper so I am well informed on sub celebrities and local occurrences such as babies heroically rescued by policemen after choking on the thing babies eat. And yes, I write poetry sometimes.
I am fascinated fairly often by everything, or many things, at least so you won’t be bored. These last days I ended up reading a lot of things about Egypt after reading about Ottoman chief eunuchs being exiled to Cairo after their tenure. In general, I really enjoy the humanities. I follow politics keenly – in fact, there is some chance I might have some thoughts on your country’s politics – and I’d say I am on the centre-left – pro-choice, in favour of a robust welfare state, LGBTQ+ rights, affirmative action. If you know about Brazilian politics, I voted for Marina and Haddad in 2018 (the voting age here is 16), and Lula last year.
As you can imagine, I also really enjoy reading and writing. Besides poetry, I have often thought about writing a novel, but this seems like too much work – and it seems that it would be arrogant of me to write a novel having lived this little, though it wouldn't be uncommon. I really enjoy learning about other languages and cultures and I know a bit of French, German, Spanish, and Russian, besides English and Portuguese. I’d really like to learn Arabic and/or Mandarin. I am really into genealogy, and I know quite a bit about it. I often cry while watching dumb movies (I cried during Minions!) or listening to beautiful music; my music taste has been described as “fairly gay” and in movies as “slightly gay”.
I guess I am pretty introverted, polite, and timid (well, I am on here after all). I am affectionate and I can be really passionate as well. And I am fairly funny, or rather, I have made a few people laugh over the years. I asked a close friend to describe myself, and that is what he said:
I think you’re very communicative. Shrewd, funny, a good companion. Kind of withdrawn but not necessarily shy. You avoid conflict and unnecessary arguments, but love to participate in good conversations. I think you’re very kind too, besides being polite.
As for what I want to do with my life, I am unsure though I am inclined to go into academia. I have been considering applying to a PhD program in the U.S. after finishing my undergrad here in Brazil. My family does want me to go into their business, which is related to politics. I have also considered going into diplomacy.
Who am I looking for? I’d like someone curious about the world around her, and open-minded. The rest? Cultural differences can be interesting and I am open to converting (nominally?) to most world religions.
Some poems I really like:
Some songs I have been listening to:
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2023.06.09 21:00 Trash_Tia There’s been a secret ongoing war between the Starbucks stores in my city where employees are bloodthirsty for coffee— and they will do anything to get it.

Does anyone know how to get out of a Starbucks contract?
I just started my new job and I already want to quit. I REALLY want to quit. Because this shit isn’t normal. I mean, is it? Do you guys have experience with this type of shit, or is it a normal thing when moving to the city? I’m a small-town girl so I’m not used to this. We didn’t even have a Starbucks. Just a diner that had been broken into multiple times over the years.
Do you know the bad feeling you get when something bad is going to happen, but you ignore it for the sake of staying sane? .Yeah.
It was one of those situations.
But I needed cash. I needed a job. College in the city is expensive, especially in my mid-twenties. Uber Eats every night and various subscriptions, such as Netflix and Spotify—as well as basic living needs required cash. So, naturally, I looked for part-time jobs I could use to fill up my weekend and nights. When it came to job hunting, I was fairly lazy. So, the Starbucks job kinda came out of nowhere.
I wasn’t even looking for it. I was applying for a job in the local music store when it caught my eye. Someone to work late evenings and nights on weekdays and Saturdays. The job description didn’t say much, just basic pay details and a full paragraph dedicated to talking about “The Starbucks Family”. Skim reading it, I skipped to the APPLY NOW button and sent in my resume via email. Two hours.
It had taken two hours to get an email back offering a video interview the next day—and a guaranteed job if I didn’t screw it up. The video interview went well to my surprise. The woman who conducted it acted more like a friend, asking me what my favorite movies and TV shows were, and then going into detail about her own.
It didn’t even feel like an interview. More like a chat. Which was exactly what the email said it was going to be. The interviewer was my mom’s age, a total mom-like persona. She offered me iced tea before laughing and realizing we were on a video call. Her cat popped up halfway through her introducing several staff members by name. A large tabby whom she picked up and hugged to her chest. I wasn’t sure what to do except repeatedly say, “Aww.” and force an even bigger smile.
The woman who for some reason did not introduce herself finished the interview with a more formal and thorough talk-through of rules and regulations. Which went in one ear and out the other. I think I was too excited about the job as a whole. There’s something almost mythical about working at Starbucks. I’ve seen barista TikTok complaining about customer service and harping about in the back rooms. It looked fun. Plus, free drinks? I figured working at the famous coffee chain would at least have benefits and freebies.
The woman spoke to me for almost two hours about certain drinks, telling me I would be trained up, and then going on to explain the dos and don’ts in a working environment. It was kind of patronizing, but I figured she had to be to remain professional. I tuned out when she started talking about a certain “feud” they had with another store down the road. The woman didn’t go into detail, but her expression did darken significantly when she leaned closer to her screen and repeated the phrase, “Do you understand me?” I had to backtrack and try and go over what she had been saying, but I had found myself mesmerized by the gilded sword in the background. It hung from the back wall in all of its glory, and I was having a hard time trying to figure out why exactly a Starbucks manager had a sword hanging from her wall.
“Sim?” Inclining her head, the manager cleared her throat. “Did you hear me?”
I did. Sort of. Under no circumstances must I visit or go near 2nd Street Starbucks. If I did there would be dire consequences and I would face losing my job, or worse.
I wasn’t sure what “or worse” was, but from the way her expression twisted from funny-cat-lady to a potential employer, I didn’t want to ask.
Yikes.
“Uh, yeah,” I said. “I can’t go near the 2nd Street store.” I almost choked on a glass of water I had been slowly sipping throughout the interview. I had been sweating most of the day, dying in the intense June heat. It was a lot cooler in the evening in the city, but I was used to draining at least ten glasses a day. “Is that real?” I couldn’t help asking, pointing to the sword behind her.
I know you are supposed to maintain a certain professional persona and façade during professional work interviews with potential managers. However, I really wanted to know if that ancient thing was real, it was driving me crazy. Because questions were arising in my head: How did she get it? Was it hers? Was it for some kind of aesthetic and feng-shui, or was there more to it? From the look on the interviewer’s face, she seemed startled.
Whipping her head around, her strict grey ponytail hitting the screen, she nodded before turning back to me, her gaze flicking down to what I presumed was a script she was reading off—or maybe she was skimming through my printed-out resume. I wanted to ask her more about the elephant in the room, but she seemed satisfied with answering my question with a nod. She asked me more questions, mostly about my work ethic and if I enjoyed working in a team and independently, if I had any special requirements, and oddly—if I had ever held a firearm. Now, that caused alarm bells. Along with the gilded sword dangling from this forty-something-year-old’s lounge wall, I was definitely starting to question the exact nature of what I would be doing at this job. Serving coffee was an obvious one, though I was pretty sure Starbucks barista's didn’t require military-style training.
When I didn’t know what to say, she seemed to back-pedal. “Oh, it’s in case of a robbery.” She said. But her expression stayed stoic. Speaking in the tone of being joking, but not being joking. “It is rare. However, it is a precaution we must take.” Choosing her words carefully, the interviewer steepled her hands in front of her face, leaning her chin on her fingers. “Our employees are given basic fire-arm training in the instance that one day we may face a difficult situation. Now, I am not saying it is inevitable, but due to certain behavior throughout the years, it is, of course, better to be safe than sorry.”
“Oh.” I tried to smile. “No, I haven’t,” I paused, hoping my lack of ability to hold a gun wouldn’t screw up my chances. “But I can learn?”
I said it like a question because it was a question. I was questioning myself why exactly I would take up my time learning to shoot a gun I most likely never would need. To my surprise though, the woman’s smile brightened and she looked down at whatever she was writing.
“Of course,” she said. “Sim, I am very happy to hear that. We love employees who do their best to learn and thrive in our working environment,” she paused and typed something on her laptop before her gaze found mine. “I’ll put you down for lessons on Friday mornings. How does that sound?” Before I could answer her—because I was starting to seriously question why she was so obsessed with training me to use a goddamn gun—she was nodding to herself. “I will put Jude in charge of you. I think he is working on Friday, so your induction and welcome can be completed in the morning…”
She trailed off into her own murmured conversation to herself before clearing her throat. I jumped. I didn’t mean to jump, but her whole presence was putting me on edge. The lady had been nicer on the phone, and earlier on in the interview when she was grilling me on which Frozen character was my favorite.
“Okay!” The interviewer gathered up her paperwork, beaming at me through the camera. “Can you start tomorrow? Let’s say…” her eyebrows furrowed together. “5:30? I will not be there for the first hour due to certain obligations,” she traced her lip with the tip of her index. “However, I have four employees working the front desk, I’m sure they will give you a warm welcome.” I noticed something twitch on her lips. It was almost like she was trying to stop herself from laughing—which was childish from a standpoint where I was the younger one, while she was the senior. She was supposed to be setting some kind of standard, and yet for some reason was more inclined in teasing me about workplace friendships, and apparently how “close” my colleagues were. I wasn’t stupid, I knew what friendship was like in the workplace. It’s not “real” because you’re all there to do a job, not making lifelong friendships.
“I’m looking forward to meeting them,” I said when she snorted out a laugh that twisted up my gut.
"Absolutely," she responded. "The team is very close, so don't take it personally if they're initially cautious. I'm confident that you'll all become great friends! Kai is a kind-hearted sweetheart, while Ana may seem standoffish initially, but she'll warm up to you once you get to know her. Jude, on the other hand, will be your guide during the orientation, so it's best to stay close to him. In fact, it's recommended to shadow him during your first few hours since he's our top performer! Frankly, Sim, I can hardly wait for you to meet them! They're a great group!" This woman seemed to suddenly discover the use of expletives, or maybe she had noticed I visibly wanted to crawl into the ground. The way she was describing the other employees, I was expecting cartoon characters when I walked through the door.
“Right,” I said. I was starting to regret applying. “I’ll be there.”
She ended the call with a bright smile, and her stupid cat walking on the keyboard, causing her to squeak out in horror. I shut my laptop, my cheeks burning. Well, that went…? Well? Could I really say it went well when the manager had spent the last five minutes implying my work colleagues were going to hate me? Fuck.
I didn’t want to go. I trashed my application and deleted her number from my phone. But the morning after, however, I came to the quick realization through precious morning caffeine, that I needed cash. So, no matter how much I didn’t want to go—I had to. So, I headed to classes and tried not to think about it. It was 5:34 when I stepped into the familiar glow of the famous store—not before being stopped in the middle of a crowed by a girl wearing bright pink ray-bans and a scowl. “Do you work there?” she turned and pointed to the store.
I shrugged. “I guess.”
She scoffed, slipping off her ray-bans and fixing me with a bitchy smile. “Your funeral.”
Normally, in situations when strangers say odd things to me on the street, I just laugh it off. But this? This seemed personal.
“What?”
The girl didn’t say anything before turning and walking or rather running away.
Well, that was weird.
After that encounter, I was weighing the positives and negatives of taking up the job. The positives would be cash and something to occupy my mind away from classes, and the negatives were being stuck with insufferable colleagues and a manager who was the embodiment of unprofessional. The store was pretty empty when I stepped through automatic doors, reveling in the cooling fan blasting icy cold air in my face. A dark-haired college girl had her back to me, cleaning tables. But I noticed her stiffening up when I took a step forward. She straightened up like a cat going into territorial mode, before relaxing and holding a two-fingered hand up.
The store was empty so I had no idea who she was signaling to. It wasn’t a greeting to me—I had no idea what it was. I was halfway to the counter before a guy popped up out of nowhere, mid-way through drying a cup with a washrag. His hair was the first thing I noticed. Bright red.
In contrast to his pasty skin, this guy would definitely stand out in a crowd. He was my age or maybe a little older, mid twenties, with a wide smile and not much of anything else, kitted in a short-sleeved shirt, and a Starbucks apron over the top.
I expected quirky cartoon-like weirdos and I got an average Joe. I wasn’t complaining.
Initially, I thought this guy was just another jock-like college guy. But looking closer, the friendliness in his eyes wasn’t sincere, and his smile was strained. Keeping up a professional attitude, he regarded me with a smile, leaning across the counter. But his eyes kept flicking to the door in quick succession like he was waiting for a certain someone to come in. “You.” He pointed at me, trailing his finger to the door, swiping hair from his face with his hand. The guy was bouncing on the heels of his toes, I noticed. He couldn’t stand still, like a hyperactive child. “You’re Sim, The newbie I’m supposed to be training.”
I nodded, offering a nervous wave.
“Jude.” He introduced himself, though clearly distracted, his gaze flicking to and from the door. His facade was friendly enough, but very fake. It was the same smile I presumed he flashed at customers who complimented his looks. “Hey, Sim.”
Instead of holding out his hand for me to shake, he folded his arms across his chest. Jude cocked his head, drinking me in before his lips broke out into a beam.
"Shall we get started?"
Jude started the tour, showing me the store itself, then the back, the storage room, the staff room, and bizarrely, a wooden door which he referred to as, “The Drink”. I had no idea what that meant, but I made a mental note to steer away from it.
The backrooms of the store turned into a labyrinth. The place was covered in mold, peeling paint on the doors and old rugged floor tiles. Jude spoke way too fast like he was intentionally trying to confuse me. By the time I was struggling with my apron, he was turning on his heels with a brow raised. “Your hair is too long so you need to tie it up. You can shadow me this evening but don’t get in my way. We have two twenty-minute breaks and during them, we are contractually obligated to go down to the Second Street store and throw eggs at their windows—ooh, and the girl you just met who didn’t say a word? That’s Ana. You will get used to her.” His smile reached a level of fake I didn’t think was possible. “Why don’t you follow me?”
“What?” I managed to hiss out when Jude was leading me down a long, winding corridor that dipped into various rooms, out-of-order elevators, and the creepiest set of stairs I had ever seen leading into the pitch dark. I was still trying to register his words.
Jude twisted around with a frown. “What’s up?” He nodded at a passing blonde girl who shot me a smile, and hive-fived Jude before disappearing through a door.
“You throw eggs at the store down the road?”
The guy’s lip twitched into the start of a smile. He turned around, quickening his pace. “Did I say that? Obviously, I was joking.”
I stumbled after him, knocking into a dark-haired younger guy carrying a tray of cupcakes. He and Jude seemed to exchange words without speaking before Jude gestured to the stranger. Somehow, I figured out their telepathic conversation through eye movements and strained smiles, they weren’t talking about me. “That’s Kai,” Jude said, pushing through the doors back to the main storefront. He took a customer’s order, retaining that stupid smile. “If you need any help with making those annoying TikTok drinks that take a millennia to make and have probably broken several Geneva convention rules?” He playfully knocked into me while preparing a drink, his hands knowing where everything was, preparing and serving a latte in a matter of minutes, “Kai is your guy! He runs our social media page and is practically a connoisseur on the next big trend. He'll deal with zoomers."
I was slowly starting to ease my way into this job, and my colleagues seemed pretty cool. Jude actually helped me all the way through the evening, introducing his home life and how he grew up as he cleaned tables and conversed with the others—always throwing me into their chatting so I didn’t get left out. I ended up sorting through cookies and making price labels with Aurora, the perky blonde who high-fived Jude earlier. She spoke to me like we had been best friends for years, and that part of her charm made me instantly adore her. She was tiny for her age, but a menace when it came to her sharp tongue and language. I didn’t think a tiny thing like her could swear like a goddamn sailor, but it was cute. Jude and Aurora had a sibling-type thing going on, though every time I caught Kai’s eye, he was smirking. It seemed everyone knew they had a thing except them.
I was actually having fun with the others, bobbing my head to the radio while serving a group of kids, when Jude, who was next to me, seemed to go rigid all of a sudden. His laughing smile carved into something else. I had never seen an expression change so fast.
But he wasn’t the only one. Aurora, cleaning tables and giggling at Jude’s joke, straightened up, her eyes flashing to the door. Kai’s head snapped up from where he had been grinding coffee. Following their gaze, I found myself face-to-face with the manager who interviewed me. But unlike the night before, she was not smiling. The woman dropped her bag at the door before marching towards the counter. Jude leaned over; his expression apprehensive.
“Well?”
His eyes as well as his tone had darkened significantly. All of my colleagues had taken off these masks, these facades of joking smiles and bright eyes, and now I was seeing a glimmer of what they were hiding. What Jude had been looking for all evening, sneaking glances at the door. I watched his gaze follow the manager as she paced back and forth, chewing her nails. “Where is he?”
“I don’t know.” She finally said, lifting her head. Her lips were twisted. “But.” She said, spitting each word, as she rounded the counter, helping herself to coffee. “You’re going to pay a visit to them right now, and…and sort this out once and for all.” Her voice resembled that of a mother talking to her children. She was assertive to them, her eyes piercing. Do you understand me?” The woman nodded at Jude. “You can go.” Her eyes found mine. “Take the new girl, she needs to be inducted.” Finally, she turned to Ana, who was standing in the corner silently. “You are too. I need brains, and Jude is just brawn. Keep him on his toes, young lady."
With a hint of sarcasm in his tone, Jude uttered a brief "Thanks," and then proceeded to take a coffee cup and a Sharpie. Swiftly, he scrawled some words on the side of the cup, before placing it inside a bag and plonking it in front of me. As Jude reached for his coat at the back, he put it on over his green Starbucks apron, creating a striking contrast with his denim blue sherpa. With his mop of red curls, this guy was in no way going to be as incognito as he thought. "We'll manage the conversation,” he said hurriedly, visibly excited. Jude seemed to lead the others in their expressions, his confidence and wit causing them to brighten up, adapting wide smiles. He shoved his hands in his pockets, “All you gotta do is hand them this, okay?”
“Is that a good…” Kai drifted off on whatever he was about to say, ducking his head when Jude shot him a glare.
“I think it’s a perfect idea!” The manager beamed at me. “What a way to fully bring you into our family!”
I took the coffee cup (the empty coffee cup) hesitantly. “What is it?”
“It’s a gift!” Jude said, moving towards the door in long strides. It was all too noticeable that this guy was practically vibrating with an energy I had never known. It was almost manic. “I want to let them know we appreciate them! Y’know! Rival to rival.”
Kai stepped in front of him on the way out.
“Be careful,” he said in a low hum. Aurora joined him, but she wasn’t speaking, her left-hand tugging at the waistband of her jeans. “Keep your head down when you go in because they’ll be expecting you—and they’ll be expecting a retaliation.”
“Relaaaaax, it’s Cora! We used to date!” he cocked his head. "I think."
“I mean it. "
Jude’s gaze found mine for a moment before his smile grew. “Well, we have enough eggs don’t we?” He grabbed my arm, pulling me along. Ana was already gone. I could see her figure already slinking down the street, bleeding into the shadow.
When the two of us hit the cool night air and Jude quickened his pace into a power-walk, his eyes set forwards, jaw set, I figured I should ask what his deal was. If this guy was serious about vandalizing a rival Starbucks, and not just that, urged by his manager, then I had to say something.
The thought of ending up in jail being petty over a rival store made me feel nauseous.
“So, what is this about?” I asked, catapulting myself into a half-run to keep up with him. The guy had abnormally long legs, so he was halfway across the sidewalk while I was barely two steps in front. “Aren’t you taking this a little too seriously?”
Jude didn’t reply, instead remarking on the sky being filled with stars.
“Hey, Ana!” He shouted. “Wait up!”
Second Street Starbucks was like walking into a palace. I could tell why these guys were rivals. The place was a three-floored beast, a glass building made up of a Starbucks downstairs, a library, and a private apartment. I found myself mesmerized by the twinkling lights on the door, the mini water fountain through large windows showing an even bigger storefront with rich-looking wooden tables and reclining chairs. The store was closing. When we stepped in front of the door, there was a sign which clearly said CLOSED on the front.
Still, though, Ana pushed her way through it, followed by Jude, pulling me along with him. Two employees were working, a guy with short blondish hair mopping the floors, and a girl standing at the counter, going through the register. The moment we stepped inside, the guy cleaning up stopped mopping from side to side, his fingers visibly tightening around the mop handle. “Hey there!”
With one of his best fake smiles, Jude raised his arms in surrender. “We’re from the Starbucks down the road. We come in peace, don’t worry!” He gestured to me.
“Can we talk to your manager?”
He took a step, his lip twitching, eyes glinting, which caused a stir in the air. The girl at the counter stopped flicking through a wad of cash in her hand and delicately put it down, and the guy turned to face us with wary eyes.
As Jude took another stride forward, his movements resembled a dance, and I noticed he was having fun teasing them. His eyes sparkled with a childlike glee that was unexpected for a person in his twenties. "Would you like to try our latest coffee recipe? It's like sipping on liquid sunshine." He nonchalantly brushed his jeans, and I half-expected him to pull out an egg. “But…” Jude took another step, and Ana situated herself behind the blonde boy, her expression blank. “You’ve already tasted it, haven’t you?”
The girl behind the counter finally stopped counting cash, delicately placing a wad back inside the register before leaning forward, an amused smirk curving on her lips. “Jude.” Her voice was a low murmur. “I didn’t think I would see you here so soon.”
“Cora.” Jude’s lips quirked. “Trust me, I don’t want to be. But hey, it's the boss's orders.”
She inclined her head, her eyes drinking all of him in. The girl rested her fist on her chin. She was surveying him like a piece of meat. “And you obey her?”
His grin widened, and I saw his hand once again brush the front of his apron. “Like a dog.”
“You know her?” I hissed out, grasping hold of the coffee cup in my hand.
“Cora?” Jude turned to me. “Oh yeah, we used to be the Romeo and Juliet of coffee shop rivalry — back when we were both newbies, and our store kidnapped me as a last resort. To keep the peace, I stayed.” He shrugged. “That’s what I’m told, anyway.”
Starbucks lore was getting dark.
These guys had to be joking around.
I took a step back, eager to head towards the door and be as far away as possible from what I was pretty sure was going to be a lot of eggs, and several arrests. “You worked here?” I couldn’t believe my mouth was still moving and forming words as I took slow steps back. Before Jude caught my arm.
“Apparently.” He said, dragging me back by his side. “Why don’t you give ‘em’ their gift?”
Fuck.
Unwrapping the bag and pulling out the cup, I nodded and took slow strides toward the counter, placing it down in front of her.
Cora frowned, before picking it up, her gaze going to the side.
“Go fuck yourself 2nd street bloodsuckers.” She read out loud, her brow raising into her hairline.
Shit.
“I should probably go.” I managed to say, backing away. “I don’t think is the job for me—”
The latter half of my words exploded in my head when something slammed into my ears, a physical force sending me to my knees. Initially, I didn’t know what it was. It sounded like a nuclear bomb had gone off. When the ringing in my head subsided, I was aware I had my head buried in my knees, my hands clamped over my ears.
But when I tried to listen past the relentless shrill ringing in my skull, I heard them one after the other. Pop, pop, pop! Gunshots. The crack of each bullet ricocheted in my skull. It was a robbery, I thought dizzily. We were being robbed. No, Second Street was being robbed. When I lifted my head to try and find Jude and Ana to see if they were okay-- I expected them to be cowering like me, Jude, under the table, muffling yelling into his hand, and Ana, calmly pulling him to safety. But that wasn't what I saw. Instead, I must have been fucking imagining things. Jude had not moved from his spot-- and perfectly melded into his hand, was a gun. A gun he was holding like a pro, his hands wrapped around the butt, index teasing the trigger.
His trajectory was directly between Cora's eyes. Jude had not been the one who shot the gun. In fact, neither had Ana, who was still standing stiffly behind the blonde guy.
It was a girl behind the counter who had come out of nowhere wielding the type of gun I expected to see in movies. I noticed from his stance Jude had maybe stepped to the left and then the right to avoid being hit, but the way his demeanour was fully and completely relaxed sent shivers creeping down my spine. "The deal is off, Cora," he murmured. "You fuck with us, so we fuck with you." he lowered his gun slightly, his eyes darkening. "Where's Ren? He came here to sniff you out, so where is he?"
Cora seemed remarkably calm. She started to raise her hands, her lips forming the words, "I don't know what you're talking about" before she stopped, her body going limp. It took me a disorienting moment to realize Jude had taken the shot, followed by another, both landing right between her eyes. When Cora hit the ground, the whole world around me exploded.
I was dragged to the ground by Jude, as he dived across the floor, pressing himself into the back of a table, twisting around, and taking out the barista who almost shot me in the face. There were five of them, all of them good shooters. Too good. Ana easily took out a blonde and brunette with her own magnum, followed by a bald guy who crashed through the counter which collapsed under him.
Jude fell into a manic shoot-out with a guy who would not give up, and after several attempts, re-loading, and attempting to finish him from the ground, my colleague got tired and stood up, dropped his gun, and leaped across the counter. I didn't know what to watch. Ana, who was destroying their coffee machine, or Jude, who snapped the boy's neck with a single twist of his fingers, before ripping out his eyes. He hauled the dead guy over his knees, grazing his teeth across the pasty flesh of the boy's neck, his eyes flickering. I wouldn’t say they turned a different color, but there was something inhuman about them, a certain tint around his iris. "Urgh."
He shoved the corpse away, jumping up. "He reeks of it." Treading through broken glass and pooling red on the floor, my colleague grabbed a cup, downed it, and then spat it out. “That.” He sputtered. “Is the worst fucking thing I’ve ever tasted.”
Ana stepped in front of him, handing the boy his gun. “When one of any clan is murdered for with no reason, there is an imbalance, and the coffee is tainted. We must restore the balance before this gets out of hand,” she surprised me by speaking, with a tinge of an Aussie accent. The girl side-eyed me before shooting Jude a knowing look. “Don’t let her get in our way.”
“Aye, aye, captain.” He mocked a salute before nodding to me. “All right! Sim, you grab a sample. We’ll go find the altar.”
Something ice-cold slipped down my spine.
“What?”
“Cool it. It’s more fun than it sounds,” was all Jude responded with. “Grab the samples.”
I was running on adrenaline, doing exactly what he said. I grabbed two coffee cups. “What do we do now? We go home, right?”
He swiped at his lips with a sound of disgust. “Are you kidding? No, man. We get coffee which ain’t tainted.”
Ana took out two guards in the back before leading us both through a heavy metal door that led into tunnels, tunnels, illuminated by candlelight. “You just killed multiple people,” I finally managed to choke out, following the two of them deeper into the dark. “Over coffee.” I couldn’t resist a nervous laugh that spluttered into a cry. “You just murdered seven baristas over fucking coffee!” I found myself backing away at points, scanning for a way out, an exit away from this fucking nightmare.
Jude turned to me, the glitter in his eyes reflected in the candlelight. “Oh, please,” His voice echoed down the tunnel in a chuckle. “Do you really think this is just about coffee?”
I didn't understand what he meant until we came to the end of the tunnel, which dipped into an alcove leading us into a large cave-like room. Drawing his gun, Jude scanned the dark. "Anyone in here?" He said, and Ana hit him. Silence answered, and I found myself paralyzed to the spot. I didn't know what to stare at first. The ten-foot-tall Starbucks Siren looming over us, illuminated in flickering orange candlelight, or the old swimming pool filled to the brim. When I took a step forward, my foot sunk into something soft, and I made the mistake of looking down. Bodies.
I guessed that was "The Drink".
I felt myself fall back, but Ana's warm arms were guiding me away from decomposing flesh which decapitated heads poisoned in a way that I could almost call ritualistic. There were bodies everywhere, all of them curled up or had died in a position of prayer. Jude crouched in front of a guy still in his Starbucks apron. His eyes had been cleanly plucked from his skull. Jude's expression was beautifully sombre in the candlelight. "Fuck, dude," he whispered.
"Looks like they got you."
“Which explains how they got their hands on our recipe.” Ana pulled out her gun and clicked off the safety. The girl’s eyes were suddenly sad, her lip wobbling. I had a hard time believing a girl who had taken out three baristas at point-blank range was crying.
"Through him."
“What is this place?” I whispered. "What the fuck are you doing in here?”
Jude straightened up. Ana moved behind him, and I noticed her hands holding her gun were trembling. She raised her arm, pointing it at the back of his head. Jude didn't retaliate, only sending me a sickly smile. "It used to be ours," he said. "Until other stores started opening, and it became a fucking free-for-all." Jude sighed, rocking back and forth on his heel. Ana's trigger finger followed his movements. "We have a peace treaty..." Jude trailed off. "Sorry. HAD a peace treaty." He nodded to his colleague. "Second Street has always been obsessed with this particular blend we have that other stores don't." His lips curved. "They're greedy, and thought they could fuck with us. First, they took our last manager. He was like a dad to us. Sliced him up and sent us his head." He gestured to his friend. "And then they took Ren. They brought this shit upon themselves."
As he spoke, Jude dropped to his knees and closed his eyes, bowing his head in front of the Siren. Ana didn't move. "Are you ready?"
“Always.”
I screamed, slamming my hand over my mouth when this time when Ana shot Jude point blank in the back of the head. When his body crumpled to the ground, something inside me snapped in two, and I couldn’t breathe suddenly. I thought the two were playing some kind of sick game before I caught unmistakable seeping black pooling across the alter.
In the blur of orange candlelight, it was almost a mesmerizing sight. “Shush!” Ana sent me an annoyed look, before gathering his body in her arm. “Make yourself useful and grab a bucket,” she said, stumbling towards the pool. I watched her, my heart diving into my throat. When I didn’t move, Ana hissed out and twisted around.
“Did you not hear me?!” she yelled. “Get a bucket and start collecting it!” The girl gestured towards a large, rusted pipe looming over the pool, a stream of murky brown water leaking into the pool. When I started forwards, the girl shook her head. “Not yet.” She said, before heaving Jude’s body and throwing him into the darkness. I heard the splash, but I didn’t even see his body hit the surface. Part of me wanted to demand what the fuck she was doing, but I did what I was told, with trembling hands, grabbing a bucket and shuffling over to the pool edge. Ana hissed out again. “I said not yet!” Before I could speak, she held a finger to her lips. “Do it now!”
“The pool water?!” I shrieked.
She raised a brow. “You think that’s water?”
Before I could coerce some kind of speech, I was interrupted by what felt like a sudden earthquake. The ground rumbled under our feet, and I hesitated before dropping the bucket into the water and scooping up as much as I could. I quickly realized it wasn’t water. It was thick with the constancy of blood, coffee brown and yet sticky and warm like blood.
Above us, the pipe seemed to come to life, a brand new stream of murky brown solution coming down in a waterfall. I didn’t think about the pieces of flesh floating on the surface, the decomposing heads I caught bobbing around, or the fact that I was dipping my hands in blood. Coffee and blood. My stomach was trying to projectile my lunch, but I swallowed it down. I took advantage, managing three buckets before Ana was grasping my shoulders and pulled me back. I didn’t realize I was sobbing until she was handing me a handkerchief, and I was staring at her and it, like, “What do you expect me to do with this?!”
Still in shock, I tried to get another bucket full before she dragged me from the pool edge. “You can stop now,” she said. “We have enough.”
"Enough what?!"
I staggered back when the surface of the pool rippled. I don’t know what I expected to come out.
Dead bodies?
Decapitated heads?
Not Jude, covered in the brown murky shit I had filled the buckets with. When he broke the surface, I almost threw one of the buckets at his head. Despite being covered in coffee and blood, his skin was oddly free of flaws. The guy was also really naked, which should have been a minor problem compared to what I was seeing, which was a real resurrection in front of a ten-foot statue of the Starbucks siren. Which was completely normal.
But I still found my cheeks heating up. Jude ran a hand through soaked curls sticking over his eyes, shaking them like a dog before pulling himself out. I couldn’t help noticing there was no gunshot wound. It was almost as if his body was completely new. I took in abnormally grey-looking skin, like dead flesh, before averting my gaze. “Did we do it?” He gasped out, immediately covering himself. Once out of the pool, he knelt on the ground, sucking in breaths of air before seemingly realizing the state of himself.
“Fuck. I didn’t think this through.”
“I did.” Ana reached into the backpack she had brought, pulling out a shirt and jeans, reverting her eyes, and throwing him the bundle. “Get dressed.” She said, But there was a slight smirk on her lips. “Yes. I think we managed to appease them.”
“Sweet!” Jude grinned, dressing quickly. He sucked the tips of his fingers. “Mmm.” He nodded at Ana. “That tastes a lot better.”
He gestured to her, and to my disgust, the girl delicately licked his fingers and nodded with her own smile. “It tastes like cherry blossom.”
His eyes fell on me, and I saw that inhuman gleam in his eye—that had been very much there before he was resurrected in a pool of coffee. His lip quirked. I could still see coffee-- or blood dripping in thick rivulets down his temples and cheek. “Should we?”
Jude turned to Ana. “I mean while we’re here, right? We can induct the newbie.”
Immediately, I knew what he was talking about. I stepped back, but he was following me, getting closer and closer until his breath was in my face, and I was teetering on the edge. I sensed something in his eyes, something I never expected from a man who knew exactly what he was doing. Envy. Another step, and I would be falling into what I was sure was a pool full of decomposing bodies and resurrecting coffee. “Not now,” Ana murmured, and Jude snapped out of it, taking a step back.
“Buzzkill.” He muttered.
But he did step away, allowing me to inch away from the pool.
“Later,” Ana said. “She’s shaken up. We can do it first thing tomorrow.”
To my surprise, there were no cops at the scene at Second Street. Because there was no scene.
The store was back to normal, and I didn’t have the energy to question why. When we returned, Aurora wrapped me into a hug I tried to get out of as quickly as possible, eager to get the fuck away from that place. But. I had to finish my shift. I had watched a man resurrected by coffee in a fucking Starbucks shrine, and yet somehow I had to keep making drinks until my shift ended. It was nearing closing time when the doors opened, and I found myself face-to-face with the girl from earlier. The one wearing the pink ray-bans.
She didn’t say anything, but the blade of her knife grazing my gut told me everything I needed to know. With a knowing look when she slipped off her raybans, she pressed something into my hand before leaving, and I handed it to the manager, who opened it up, almost died laughing, and then threw it in the trash.
“You work for psychopaths.” I managed to get out, sidling in front of Jude while he was clocking out.
“Also, didn’t you… didn’t you fucking die?”
Jude didn’t look up from his phone. “It’s complicated.” His lip quirked. “You’ll find out tomorrow during your induction.”
“But… you work for these people!” I lowered my voice. “And you’re not trying to get away?” I gestured to Kai and Aurora standing by the door, the two of them locked in conversation. “None of you?”
Jude frowned, and I caught the first hint of annoyance. I had only seen this guy smiling, so seeing him scowling was quite the change. “I’m sorry, do you… do you think I have a choice?”
He surprised me with a laugh. “Me? A choice? You really think I wake up every morning and WANT to do this shit?” He got close, his breath in my ear. “You came here willingly. I didn’t. In fact? I don’t even remember coming here. My interview, my first day? Nothing. I don’t even remember my time at Second Street.” He threw a towel at me before I could coerce words. “Finish clearing up, all right? I’ll see you tomorrow for induction.”
There was something cruel in his smile like he was waiting for whatever my induction had in store for me.
I couldn’t help myself. When everyone was gone, and I was tasked with locking up, I picked the discarded note out of the trash, smoothing it down.
“You pieces of shit just declared war. Sleep with one eye open! 😊”
Cora xx.”
….
I cut my finger with a knife this morning. When I sucked it and grabbed a band-aid, I tasted coffee. I went home and threw up coffee.
I am peeing coffee.
I showered 8 times and I still fucking smell of coffee.
I don’t think I’m going to go to work tomorrow.
Edit: There’s been a break-in— and the manager wants me to come in early. Jude and Ana woke me up in the middle of the night to go over tactics. We are taking down Second Street during closing time.
I guess I am going to work tomorrow.
Does anyone know how to use a gun?
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2023.06.09 20:59 Ok-Reward-6390 21M Brazil/anywhere non uninteresting man looks for half [relationship]

I haven’t even flirted for such a long time, and lately, during those boring lunches where people just talk about heiresses’ dogs’ illnesses (a Pomeranian dog shares all her illnesses with her owner) or gossip about some technocrat who has a limp and who may be cheating on his partner, and while rice with cod is served, I am asked “darling, are you dating yet?”. No, I am not, and here I am, mostly because dating apps are too dull – unfortunately the odds of being flashed by a Jewish 19 year-old from Manchester is smaller on these things, though sometimes you might have some luck and end up being insulted randomly by a Portuguese girl, who is visiting her uncle.
I do have names, and surnames, and I was born in a big city in Brazil. My sister used to describe our childhood address as “a building with cars and trees and buildings”, which is a rather good description of much of the city. For a while I wanted to join the seminary but after having to face the fact that this was an inadequate career choice considering I didn’t believe in God and had always found masses to be awfully boring (though fascinating at times – the priest at my childhood church used to go on long rants about things, of which there are many) often turning my back to see the watch, and so I chose the next best thing: I am studying sociology, which involves, in many ways, taking a vow of poverty. I also work at a small online newspaper so I am well informed on sub celebrities and local occurrences such as babies heroically rescued by policemen after choking on the thing babies eat. And yes, I write poetry sometimes.
I am fascinated fairly often by everything, or many things, at least so you won’t be bored. These last days I ended up reading a lot of things about Egypt after reading about Ottoman chief eunuchs being exiled to Cairo after their tenure. In general, I really enjoy the humanities. I follow politics keenly – in fact, there is some chance I might have some thoughts on your country’s politics – and I’d say I am on the centre-left – pro-choice, in favour of a robust welfare state, LGBTQ+ rights, affirmative action. If you know about Brazilian politics, I voted for Marina and Haddad in 2018 (the voting age here is 16), and Lula last year.
As you can imagine, I also really enjoy reading and writing. Besides poetry, I have often thought about writing a novel, but this seems like too much work – and it seems that it would be arrogant of me to write a novel having lived this little, though it wouldn't be uncommon. I really enjoy learning about other languages and cultures and I know a bit of French, German, Spanish, and Russian, besides English and Portuguese. I’d really like to learn Arabic and/or Mandarin. I am really into genealogy, and I know quite a bit about it. I often cry while watching dumb movies (I cried during Minions!) or listening to beautiful music; my music taste has been described as “fairly gay” and in movies as “slightly gay”.
I guess I am pretty introverted, polite, and timid (well, I am on here after all). I am affectionate and I can be really passionate as well. And I am fairly funny, or rather, I have made a few people laugh over the years. I asked a close friend to describe myself, and that is what he said:
I think you’re very communicative. Shrewd, funny, a good companion. Kind of withdrawn but not necessarily shy. You avoid conflict and unnecessary arguments, but love to participate in good conversations. I think you’re very kind too, besides being polite.
As for what I want to do with my life, I am unsure though I am inclined to go into academia. I have been considering applying to a PhD program in the U.S. after finishing my undergrad here in Brazil. My family does want me to go into their business, which is related to politics. I have also considered going into diplomacy.
Who am I looking for? I’d like someone curious about the world around her, and open-minded.
Some poems I really like:
Some songs I have been listening to:
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2023.06.09 20:49 A_Tank_With_Internet The Ravenous Star Chapter 9

Co-Authored by me and u/Research-Apart, a big thanks to u/Acceptable_Egg5560 for letting us use Tarlim, and for helping write him
Well that took a while, hope it was worth the wait, the next chapter shouldn't take as long
CW: >! Gore and violence !<
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> Access File: Hybris (9)
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Notice from Department of Extrasolar Records: These records were discovered in a floating black box data recording in the Gliese 832 system. These transcriptions contain the memories of prominent individuals who were directly involved with the events detailed below. The components of the transcription technology used are under review by the Department of Xenotechnology, and any transcriptions found within the data logs will be transferred directly to the Department of Extrasolar Records for further processing.
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Memory transcription subject: Tarlim, Venlil Civilian
Date [standardized human time]: April 4, 2143
I don’t know how long I was in hiding for, I just remember hearing the screams of people outside before falling asleep when it all died down. I got up from the floor and peaked out of my closet to see if there was a break in before leaving it entirely. I checked my front door to see if the locks were still locked and, luckily enough, it was still intact. I set out a sigh of relief before walking back to my living room and slumping back down on my couch. I took my medication as I picked up my datapad from the floor, hoping everything that happened earlier was just a bad dream. The first thing I noticed was that my pad spat back an error message. That was strange, the infrastructure was too developed to not have net access in the middle of a city.
Glancing up towards the window, I noticed a strange red hue coming from behind the curtain. I set my pad down on the couch as I got up and walked to the window. I could feel my paws begin to shake as I grabbed the curtains. Anticipating the worst, I hesitantly opened the curtains and peaked outside. It was worse than anything I could have expected: The remains of dead Venlil littered the street below as more continued to pile on. Orange blood coated the surrounding building walls as mutated Venlil ripped apart anyone they got their paws on. One of them eventually came across a mother and child attempting to hide underneath the surrounding rubble. It didn’t hesitate to attack the woman before another mutant came by to try and steal its catch. They fought each other relentlessly, trying to keep her in their grasp. Their claws tore deeply into her skin and muscles as they fought, causing her to scream from the unimaginable amount of pain. She took one last look at her child and yelled at him to run before her throat was torn off.
The child ran for his life, dodging around rubble and mutants and for a brief moment, I thought he might make it! Then a mutant Krakotl swooped down over him, a barbed tendril emerged from its beak and stabbed the pup in the shoulder. Screaming in pain he was lifted into the air as the mutant flew off to Protector knows where. As I swept my gaze across the city, similar scenes played out: survivors ran through the streets, slipping on pools of blood as they were pursued by packs of mutants; doors and windows were smashed to pieces as people looted for supplies; buildings were engulfed in flames as malfunctioning fire traps and improvised weapons were set off; mutants of every conceivable species rampaged through the city, attacking everyone they could find.
I fell to my knees as I vomited from the sight of the massacre outside. The blood, the gore, it was too much! My consciousness was escaping me as my heart pounded in my chest. I was hyperventilating, I was going to die, everything swirled around I was, I couldn’t-
Focus.
Breathe.
Calm.
Forcing the tirade of emotion back I shakely I got back up and looked back outside, only to lock eyes with one of the mutant Venlil. Its head turned to stare at me, its eye solid black with streaks of red running through it. For a moment, we simply stared at each other, before it started to run towards my apartment complex in a strange loping gait. It was picking up speed with every step and soon ran on all fours, galloping over rubble and trappling eviscerated corpses. I stumbled away from the window and ran to my door. There was no spehing way that I was fighting that thing. Right when I unlocked it, I heard the shattering of glass behind me. In the corner of my eye I could see the monster clambering through the window, shards of broken glass tearing at its flesh. I went through the door as fast as I could as it regained its posture. The moment I closed it behind me, I heard a loud thud behind me, signifying the mutant had attempted to lunge at me, ‘How the speh did it reach my window!? I’m four stories up!’ I thought before running down the hallway.
As I ran down through the hallway, I could see the place was in ruin: the walls that lined the hallway were torn and covered in streaks of Venlil blood as the lights above flickered unrhythmically. I zigzagged from door to door, looking for somewhere to hide, but every apartment was locked. I soon heard the bang of a door being knocked off its hinges from down the corridor. I felt my heart pounding, threatening to burst out of my chest at the exertion, but I pushed on. I briefly considered the elevator upon reaching the end of the corridor, but realized power to it was most likely cut. I ran to the stairwell and raced down it as fast as I could, taking two or three steps at a time. I could hear the creature burst into the stairwell as soon as I reached the first floor. That thing was fast, too fast.
I ran through the hallways of the first floor and saw that most of the apartments had already been broken into. The people who used to live here are either dead, mutated, or in hiding. I could feel my legs starting to ache from running so fast for so long, but I couldn’t stop. I could feel my quads beginning to tear underneath my skin as my heart pounded vigorously. I could try to hide in one of the open apartments, but what difference would that make? I would just be waiting to die. I can’t keep running like this, I need something to defend myself with.
As the pain within my legs began to set in, I decided to run into one of the open apartments anyway to escape that thing. Upon entering, I ran through the ruined apartment and went straight into the bathroom to hide. I closed and locked the door as quietly as possible before taking stock of the room. Compared to the rest of the apartment, hell the rest of the complex, it looked disturbingly normal. I looked around for a few moments to see if there was anything I could use in case that thing does find me, but there was nothing. Then I noticed a window looking out onto an alleyway. I went to the window and fumbled at the latch and pushed it open. Quickly crawling my way through, I stumbled slightly as I hit the ground. Looking around, I spotted an abandoned shipping crate sitting against the wall. I shifted my weight and prepared to run when I heard the cracking of splintering wood behind me. I sprinted down the alleyway and slid behind the crate without bothering to look behind me. There was more cracking and splintering and the twisted pants of the mutant. Cautiously peeking around the crate, I saw it stepping out of the window frame. The shattered remains of the window sitting on the floor below it. It stalked down the alleyway towards me, its eyes scanning for any sign of its prey. Ducking back behind my crate, I frantically searched for anything I could use to fight. As I shuffled further behind the crate, I felt my paw brushed against a discarded wrench. someone had likely been performing maintenance on the exterior pipes and the wrench had been left behind. Gripping it tightly, I got myself into a crouching position and prepared to move at a moment's notice…
After a moment of silence, I heard a woman’s voice, “Tarlim, are you there? I heard a window break from around the corner,” she said
My ears peaked up at the voice, could that be…
“Barlen?” I said quietly.
“Barlen, keep your voice down!” I called out, I didn’t want her to get killed.
“Sorry” she replied, more quietly this time.
“There was a mutant crawling around here,” I told her.
“I saw it, it went the other way, it must have seen easier prey,” she responded.
I let out a sigh of relief and slowly got up to my feet, leaning against the crate, the wrench hanging loosely at my side.
“Thank the protector, it’s good to see a friendly face…”
I looked up, and sitting on the crate, was the creature.
“It’s good to see you too,” it said, perfectly mimicking Barlen’s voice.
Its three petaled mouth opened wide before pouncing at me. In a stroke of luck my body twisted and smacked it across the head with the wrench in my hands. It was hit so hard so quickly, I knocked out a couple teeth before it fell limp next to me. I took a few steps back before repeatedly hitting it in back of its head with the wrench in my paws. I don’t know how many times I did it, I just kept going until brain matter was exposed.
When I was sure it was dead, I fell back against the wall and sat down as I dropped the wrench next to me. I could feel my heart beginning to pound from exhaustion as I tried catching my breath.
Thoughts began to race through my mind as I stared at my paws in horror. This thing was not only incredibly fast and agile, but it was also capable of replicating voices. ‘How did it know Barlen’s voice, and how did it know it would work on me?’ I thought for a moment before remembering the press release prior to all of this. They showed a living planet, no bigger than a large moon, sitting motionless in the sky above as it formed an eye. I still remember the feeling it gave me: the horror was so great, I tried to convince myself before falling asleep that none of this was real; all of this was just a bad dream and I needed to wake up, but I knew that wasn’t true. I slowly turned my gaze up towards the sky and saw that thing looking down at us, looking down at me.
What if the reason why the mutant was able to figure out what voice to use to draw me out was because it wasn’t on its own? What if all those infected aren’t senseless monsters, but they were that thing’s puppets. They all bend to its will without question, and I have a reason to believe it can see through their eyes too.
The sound of distant roars quickly snapped me back to reality as I sat with my blood covered paws. Picking up my bloodied wrench, I slowly made my way down the alleyway and out into the street. I could feel my heart screaming in pain at the recent exertion, not once have I ever pushed my body so hard in my life. Carefully peering around the corner of the apartment complex, I scanned the street before me. It was completely deserted and any possible living thing that was here is either dead or in hiding. I took one last look around before leaving the backstreet. Creeping between overturned cars and mangled corpses, I kept my eyes peeled for any more of those mutants nearby. I was in such a fearful state, I could feel my body tense up at every unidentified noise and shadow. Twice I spotted mutants prowling the streets, but I was able to avoid them by staying hidden. Eventually, I circled back to my apartment building after making sure the coast was clear. I kept my eyes peeled and listened closely to my surroundings as I made my way upstairs. I can see all the damage that thing left behind as it chased me. I’m glad I was able to kill that thing when I did because if it had caught me I would be more than dead. I eventually reached my apartment four stories up and looked in from behind the door frame. The room was a mess: shattered glass and ripped curtains littered the floor as my window remained permanently open; my furniture was broken and torn into as everything else beyond the living room remained untouched. I looked in the dining room and saw my pack was still sitting on the table. After checking my bag to see if my pills were still there, I quickly searched for any food and water before making my way back outside. I needed to find somewhere safe.
As I crept through another back alley, I tried to remember the directions for the shelter. We were supposed to memorize their locations in the event of a raid, but I had for some reason not been included in the regular drills. Fortunately, they were not that hard to find, which seemed like a possible design flaw in retrospect. My musings were interrupted when I felt my pad vibrate in my pack. Confused, I reached in and pulled out my pad. I was honestly surprised it was getting a signal now. I looked at the alert and it says as follows:
“This is an emergency message sent to any and all remaining survivors of Dawn Creek and abroad: all emergency shelters within the surrounding cities have been compromised and any surviving Venlil are to find a place to hide and a weapon to defend yourselves with. These creatures are incredibly strong and agile and will do everything in their power to kill you no matter the cost. If you want to survive, you must follow these steps to the word:
  1. When it is silent and a mutant nearby, stay still and hold your breath. These things have incredibly sensitive hearing and can hear your breathing from up to six tails (12 feet) away.
  2. Stay out of sight and make sure they don’t see you. It is said that all of these creatures are somehow connected telepathically and function as a hive mind. If one of them sees you then they all know where you are.
  3. Do not listen to them. If they fail to find you, they will mimic the voices of your close friends or loved ones in an attempt to draw you out. If you hear a familiar voice, do not respond.
  4. When faced with a mutant, you must kill or maim them if you want a chance to escape. If you don’t then they will continue pursuing you. These things do not get tired and can chase you for miles without end.
  5. If you survive an attack with an infected Venlil and they manage to breach skin or their bodily fluids enter your body in any way, it is recommended that you self terminate for the safety of the herd. It is estimated to take an eighth of a claw before whatever substance in said fluid enters the brain and converts you from the inside out.
May the protector save us all.”
I silently stared at the screen in mute horror after reading the last line. Every shelter in the area had been compromised and anyone taking refuge there was more than likely dead. Just how many died unable to escape as their friends and family were torn apart? The Arxur, on some level at least, killed for food, but these things didn’t do any of that: They don’t eat what they can and leave whoever left is alive to make more meat, they eviscerate any living thing they lay their eyes on in the most painful way possible. To say they’re as bad as the Arxur would be putting it lightly. These things are far worse than anything any species has come across. I looked up at the sky for a moment as I held my pad in my hands. Its eye staring down at us from above as it watches these creatures it has created mutilate my people.
‘If this thing is truly as powerful and dangerous as Tarva says, then just how old is this thing? How many species before us have been mercilessly slaughtered by it without a second thought?’ I thought to myself as I stared at the planet above.
Suddenly, I heard the sound of approaching footsteps from down the road. I felt my heart skip a beat before running to hide behind a turned over car. I pinned back my ears and cautiously looked over the side of the car and saw a small group of exterminators in their suits scouting the area. Not once in my life have I felt so happy to see them. I got out of hiding with my paws up to show I wasn’t infected. Upon seeing me, they put up their flamethrowers on the ready until one of them recognized me.
“Tarlim!? You’re alive!?” One of the Venlil exterminators exclaimed as he took off his mask.
“Treven!?” I exclaimed in response.
‘Of all the exterminators I could have run into, why him?’ I despondently wondered.
“I honestly thought a freak like you would die first. Seems like I was wrong,” Treven said mockingly, “How did you survive anyway?”
My grip on the wrench tightened. Even after everything that had happened, they still couldn’t let go of their prejudices.
“I don’t know. I guess I was lucky,” I replied simply.
Treven scoffed, “Was it the same luck that almost cost me everything?”
I stood silent at his response. I couldn’t believe that after everything he was still acting like this… this… stupid, selfish PRICK!
“Everything we've ever cared about, is gone.” I said, struggling to control my voice.
I spread my paws out, gesturing to the destroyed city around us.
“We’re facing down hordes of biologically impossible creatures controlled and created by an entity unfathomably more powerful than anything we’ve ever seen before!”
I noticed just then that I had been slowly stalking towards him, the wrench trembling in my paw.
“And your main concern is your SPEHING CAREER!?” I shouted.
Even now, this asshole still blames me for something HE did to himself. It was infuriating that this selfish speh was mad at me for losing his job even though they were the ones who almost killed Malcos!
I was about to shout again until one of the other exterminators, a white Venlil, came by and slapped Treven in the back of the head; the blow was hard enough to send him stumbling. Before he was able to respond, his mouth was covered by their coworkers' paw to keep him from speaking. It felt somewhat good seeing Treven put in his place, but I was confused on why. It wasn’t until he moved away from Treven when he decided to stay quiet and marched towards me with an annoyed yet fearful expression in his swaying tail. I was grabbed by the wool around my neck and pulled down to his line of sight before he started loudly whispering.
“Are you trying to get us killed!? We are literally at the ground zero and your shouting might have given away our position!” He quietly exclaimed, “We already had to deal with a horde on our way into the city and lost almost everyone. The six you see used to be a group of over two hundred exterminators!”
My heart sank after realizing what I had done: Not only did I possibly make our presence known, but this small group before me used to be multiple station's worth of exterminators. I was at a loss for words at my cluelessness and kept my mouth shut after I was let go. The Venlil in white soon signaled everyone in the group to continue moving forward and to keep their eyes peeled.
As we continued moving through the streets of Dawn Creek, we eventually heard the crunching of bone and sound of flesh being torn off from around the corner. The noise sent a chill up my spine and was extremely discomforting. I glanced at the exterminators surrounding me and saw them show a more fearful expression than me. If it was true that this group used to consist of a hundred exterminators, then they likely bore witness to seeing their comrades be torn to shreds first hand. Seeing something like that would be hard to live down, especially when the people you love are the ones being mauled to death.
The thought of what these people went through to get here changed how I saw them for a moment. Knowing what he had to witness, I began to rethink how I saw them when we crossed paths. I felt bad for them for a moment until I heard that loud crunch again, but this time it was louder.
The leading exterminator looked around the corner before continuing down the street. It was strange how empty the town was considering it was crawling with infected just a claw prior. They might have found new hunting grounds since this place is absent from life, but considering one of them has already seen me and the group there should have been at least a pawful chasing after us by now. They know we’re all alive, yet refuse to take action. Something is going on and I have a feeling it might pop up soon.
The sound of crunching became progressively louder as we quietly walked. The leading exterminator raised a paw, then slowly peered around the corner where the sound had come from. He stiffened suddenly, his entire body froze up before desperately diving back behind cover. Another exterminator, the mute one I think, grabbed him by the arm before he could collapse. The leader walked up to them, careful to not make any sounds that could attract attention.
“What’s wrong? What did you see?” he whispered to the point man.
He simply pointed back towards the crunching sound as his arm shook with fear. The leader’s tail swished in annoyance as he moved to the corner. Curious for myself, I followed closely behind him to take a look at whatever was out of view. He shot me a look of annoyance when I brushed up against him, but he didn’t object to me seeing. We both peered around the building towards the street with my face almost sitting on top of his head. My breath hitched in my throat as I saw what was standing there: feasting on a Mazic in the middle of a trashed shop was a massive, grotesque, monstrosity of a Venlil. It stood over 5 tails [3 meters] tall with tendrils of red flesh that shot through its bare skin. The muscles on its body were so large it seemed like they were on the edge of bursting out of its skin, and its enormous paws looked like it could wrap around my head with ease; its legs looked like they were about to explode from the sheer mass held within them. Not only that, but what separated it from the other infected was its face: it was the only one I have seen so far that didn’t have a split face like the others. This one was different for some reason; regardless, I didn’t want to get this thing's attention.
Placing a paw on the leader's shoulder we made our way back to the rest of the group. One of the exterminators walked up to us.
“What’s happening?” she asked.
“There is some kind of super mutant up ahead, we need to find a new route,” the leader whispered back.
“Well where are we going?” I interjected, “all the shelters have been taken out.”
“Before we found you, we sent out a distress signal in hopes anyone will come for us,” The leader responded, “We never got a response so we focused on trying to find a way out.”
“Do any of you have a map so you know where you’re going?” I Inquired
“No, unfortunately. Our pads ran out of power half a claw ago and we don’t have any physical copies, so we don’t know which streets to follow” The leader replied solemnly.
“I lived here for years, so I might be able to help you escape. Just follow me.”
I stepped out from around the corner only to see that the same monster from earlier was now towering over me. I slowly turned my gaze up from its bare stomach and looked at its blood covered face: it bared its large, razor sharp teeth as it stared at me with its circular pupils. I could tell one thing by just looking that it wanted only one thing, to feast.
My heart jumped upon locking eyes with it. I slowly backed away as my whole body trembled with fear. I tried to speak to tell the others, but I was too focused on the beast before me.
“Tarlim? What’s wr-” he cut off, most likely from seeing the creature now stepping out from behind the corner…
Everyone else began backing away after laying their eyes on this thing. Everyone was silent for a few moments until one of the exterminators began running and screaming. When the spell broke, the monster leaned forward and roared at us, causing nearby rocks and windows to tremble from its immense volume. Within a split second, it charged forward with its size hiding its speed; we dove out of the way as it rushed towards the running exterminator. The leader and Mute grabbed their weapons and tried to shoot at the monster, but it wasn’t enough to slow it down. Charging forward at an impossible speed, it soon reached the fleeing exterminator and grabbed the screaming Venlil with its massive paw. With a sickening crunch, it bit down and tore off a chunk of his head. The screams soon turned into senseless noises before it took another bite. His body soon went limp after his brain was completely destroyed. Once he was finally dead, the beast quickly chewed through the rest of the body until there was nothing left. The mutant stood still for a moment, its wet panting the only sound on the empty street. We all stood still ourselves, staring at the monster in horror. Then, swiveling around on its foot, it turned to look at us. Its red pupils glistened with overwhelming bloodlust as it stared from afar. It reared its head back and roared again before charging at us. The rest of our herd showered the creature in a hail of bullets as I frantically looked around for a way out. Spotting an industrial plant down the street, I quickly ran towards it and pried the doors open. The heavy machinery would make it harder for the beast to maneuver, I hoped.
“Quick in here!” I shouted towards the others.
As soon as I shouted, I inadvertently got the creature’s attention. Locking its red pupils on me, it charged towards me. I ran away for dear life into the facility only to feel its paws grab my leg with its vice-like grip. Before I could even attempt to free myself, it threw me across the street like I was nothing. I spun in the air for a few seconds until I landed on top of one of the turned over cars.
Upon impact, I felt some of my ribs break as both glass and torn metal stabbed into my skin. I lifted one of my bloodied arms and saw multiple pieces of glass sticking out of my wool with some of them big enough to go through the bone. I tried to scream out to the others for help, but the pain I felt from just breathing alone was already too much to bear. I looked over at them as they began running away from the scene. I saw the beast get down on all fours before pouncing towards the group with great speed. Despite their distance apart, it was able to close that gap in less than a second. One by one, it killed and tore them asunder with its large, powerful claws and razor sharp teeth until there were only the mute and leader left.
I managed to fight through the pain and get up from the wreckage with blood still dripping from my wounds and flowing down my body. I took a deep breath and shouted as loud as I could in their direction. It stopped what it was doing and looked towards me from afar. It stood on its hind legs and looked at me with a somewhat surprised expression.
“HEY! OVER-” I was quickly cut off from coughing up blood as I fell to my hands and knees, “over here!”
The internal damage done was too severe for me to push myself any further than I already have, but I needed to give the others time to leave. I got myself back up and locked eyes with the mutant.
Right when I did that, it did something strange: rather than run, pounce, or even roar, it quietly walked up to me with its blood covered claws at its side. I was confused about what was happening and I didn’t know how to react. Should I attack, should I run, what could I do that wouldn’t provoke it? Once it was within range, I reacted impulsively and hit it in the face with my wrench. Although I was able to cause a slight bruise, its head didn’t move an inch and the wrench was now destroyed.
‘Oh speh’ I thought for a moment before getting grabbed by my neck and lifted into the air.
I struggled to set myself free as I repeatedly bashed the deformed wrench into its arm. I could feel my windpipe get actively crushed as it slowly tightened its grip. I eventually dropped the wrench and started doing whatever else I could to set myself free: I kicked, clawed, and hit the beast as hard as I could, but to no avail. As I reached the edge of passing out, I heard a voice.
“Tarlim, look at me,” it said calmly with a deep, raspy voice.
I looked around for a moment before hearing it again, but this time it was in front of me.
“I want you to look at me, Tarlim,” it said once again.
I soon realized where it was coming from and who was saying it once I looked at the mutated Venlil. It was that creature who was speaking.
“You did everything you could to try and get out alive, but you failed,” he said serenely “Now you’ll die knowing everyone you ever knew and cared about is gone.”
My eyes widened when it spoke. I tried to respond, but I wasn’t able to say a single word.
“I had fun chasing you and those exterminators, Tarlim, but now it's time to move on.”
Its mouth opened wide, revealing rows of razor sharp teeth layered on top of eachother. My vision was fading rapidly, and my body went limp as I accepted my fate. Just before I completely lost consciousness, I heard the faint roar of a ship's cannon and the crushing force around my neck vanished. I felt like I was sinking through an ocean as I fell to the ground, dull spikes of pain ripping through my shattered body. I tried to look up to see what had happened, but everything was too heavy, too dark
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2023.06.09 20:34 infiniteduresss I like it when illogical emotional decisions have appropriate consequences (spiderverse)

(SPOILERS) So, watched across the spiderverse and have some things to say.(SPOILERS)
The trolley problem.
The main conflict of the movie other than teenagers not talking to their parents is a classic take on the trolley problem, Miguel O'Hara explains to Miles that some events are "canon", they can't be changed, for every Spiderman a police captain must die, in Miles' case, his father. Obviously Miles escapes and goes to try and save his dad, this is the scenario, the Rule is a police captain must die, or the universe of that spiderman will collapse like Indiaworld (btw i guess all those buildings swallowed by the hole were uninhabited, very convenient).
Now that we have the rule as presented by the movie, we know why Miles is (understandably) doing his best to save his dad, his friends want to help him and Miguel and his group want to stop him.
Usually in any story with this problem the MC finds a way to save both parties, dodging all pain and responsibility; naive, emotional, irrational people are elevated and portrayed as heroes while the logical responsible people acting on proven fact are seen as villains. I hate that shit.
I like it instead when characters make emotional decisions that are relatable but are then adequately punished because of their arrogance, irrationality or lack of planning. For exemple (GOT SPOILERS) Ned Stark, a good man, he makes the emotionally right decision of going against the corrupt but far more powerful and connected Lannisters, therefore he gets outmanouvered and killed; Robb stark is a military genius, but he decides to marry the woman he loves instead of a Frey, nothing wrong with that, but the Freys don't like it, they betray and kill him and his family. Consequences.
Miles knows that if he saves his father, the world will collapse, that is the rule, but he wants to try anyway because he loves his dad, nothing wrong with that, but the world shouldn't bend its rules just to save someone suffering, even if he is the main character.The universe doesn't care about anyone's situation, it has no emotions.
I hope that in the next movie Miles and his friends try to save his father, maybe Miguel has a change of heart and helps them, maybe alt-Miles and uncle have a change of heart and help him too; and i hope his father dies anyway saving that kid's life, or that he sacrifices himself understanding that otherwise the world will collapse. Because that's the rule of the universe and it shouldnt bend for any reason, it would also make a great heroic character moment for the father.
I know Spiderverse is a kid's movie, so ending it with the father's death would be depressing, but imo it would be great writing if Miles is proven wrong and humbled a bit, nothing builds character more than doing your best and losing anyway.
TLDR. Pls No deus ex machinas in Spiderverse 3, let Miles' dad die a hero and the kid understand he can't make the world spin the other way just because he doesn't like the weather.
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2023.06.09 20:29 DungeonMystic Generator for Eberron Adventure Scenarios!

I'm using these random tables to help me create adventures for my upcoming Eberron campaign. This campaign is a sandbox, where the players can choose which adventures to get involved in and when. That means I want there to be lots active of hooks across the map at all times! So in the tradition of old-school gaming, I made tables to spark inspiration.

Incident

  1. Attack on PCs
  2. Found a clue
  3. Stumbled upon
  4. Hear a rumor
  5. Friend in distress
  6. Suspicious murdedisappearance
  7. Attack on ally
  8. Beloved NPC murdered

Antagonist Goal

  1. Obtain a resource
  2. Undo a mistake
  3. Misdirect
  4. Take down an enemy (roll second)
  5. Win an ally (roll second faction)
  6. Fulfill/prevent a prophecy

Who (Adjust for your campaign)

  1. Automa serial killer
  2. Church of the Silver Flame
  3. Khyber Cult
  4. House Cannith
  5. The Emerald Claw
  6. The Path of Light

Who's Really Behind It (adjust for your campaign)

  1. The Chamber
  2. The Lords of Dust
  3. The Undying Court

Scenario Theme

  1. Magitech
  2. Hubris/ambition
  3. The scars of the war
  4. Low Life vs High society
  5. Life and Death
  6. Power and Responsibility

Complication

  1. Manifest zone (roll 1d12)
  2. Shapeshifter
  3. Ally with dubious motives
  4. "Nice X you have there, would be a shame if anything happened to it..."
  5. Creature of opposite of normal allignment
  6. Rival party is after the same thing
  7. Antagonist has merely been tricked
  8. Bad thing also does something good
  9. Ignorant innocents in the crossfire
  10. Conflict/disagreement with ally

Location

  1. Other plane (roll 1d12)
  2. Aundair
  3. Breland
  4. Karrnath
  5. Thrane
  6. Mournland
  7. Zilargo
  8. Darguun
  9. Demon Wastes
  10. Shadow Marches
  11. Droaam
  12. Valenar
  13. Talenta Plains
  14. Mror Holds
  15. Lhazar
  16. Sharn
  17. Xen'Drik
  18. Sharn
  19. Q'Barra
  20. Thronehold

Setpiece

  1. Lightning rail
  2. Airship
  3. Weird cavern
  4. Extremely elevated location
  5. Ancient monument
  6. Bridges above danger (pit, lava, acid, etc)
  7. Being hunted
  8. Cool/dangerous industrial core
  9. Frantic chase (vehicular, mounted, or foot)
  10. Temple
  11. Warmachine
  12. Entropic Arena (sinking, burning, crumbling)
  13. Dragon
  14. Horde of monsters
  15. Summoned being
  16. Eldritch machine
  17. Siberys observatory
  18. Abandoned lab taken over by the experiments
  19. Library
  20. Dragon corpse
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2023.06.09 20:01 PurplePachinko Today's review; I just had to share it with y'all

TMBG Randomizer #280: Definition of Good

Song: Definition of Good
Album: Why?
Release Date: 2015
I was a bit frustrated over something that happened this morning. I was really down in the dumps, if you know what I mean. But then I decided to do the review for today, and I smiled. It was “Definition of Good”, one of the most peaceful, innocently joyous not just for TMBG, but of all time.
Even if you don’t particularly find this song all that interesting, or if you think it’s just too cheesy or simple, at least give it the benefit of the doubt; this song is simply being happy for the little things. And everyone needs that every once in a while.
This is easily one of my favorite TMBG songs, so get ready.
Moments of Interest: The song starts out with a euphony of contrasting guitar arpeggios, a serene drum beat, and a rich, smile-inducing Contra-Alto saxophone. I just love the way that, while one guitar keeps the melody going, the other slowly builds and meets the other. I also love that sax/bass line. What a perfect sound to really capture the lovely depths of one’s imagination.
Then, the first verse, where the guitars drop out for the time being; Linnell’s tender, bittersweet vocals perfectly deliver every single micro-joy that can be considered the “definition of good”. I especially love that first line: “Clams secretly smiling at clam jokes.” This pattern of beautiful vocals and sweet lyrics continues throughout the song (the end is truly something special…).
With the verses having commenced the guitars slowly ebb in and out of focus, layering the song with oodles of texture. Lovely, lovely texture.
With the bigger-picture items out of the way, let’s focus on that last line: “Oh-ooh. Definition of Good. Understanding a complicated pu-zzle.”
“Laughing at the same thing, looking into your eyes,”
“Knowing everything that the other is thin-king.”
I don’t know about y’all, but something about this progression really melts my heart. It also helps that Linnell sounds as warmhearted as ever for these last lines. Maybe it’s because it evolves a bit from what the rest of the song has been saying. Let me explain: from the very start, the lyrics have been small, innocent, childlike wonders that the narrator loves. However, these last few lines represent something different: finding love for another person.
It’s just like me to love some romance here and there, but something about it in this context makes me unendingly happy. This is my musical happy place right here. And I hope I helped represent what this song means to me, to you.
Favorite Aspect:
:)
Score: PERFECT. Always and forever a perfect song.
See you next time.
Upcoming: Stalk of Wheat (Dial-A-Song) [Dial-A-Song]

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2023.06.09 19:50 ZookeepergameThin350 Executive Car Hire Solihull: Experience Luxury and Convenience

Executive Car Hire Solihull: Experience Luxury and Convenience

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FAQs

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  5. Can executive car hire services in Solihull accommodate last-minute bookings?While it is advisable to book executive car hire services in advance, some services may be able to accommodate last-minute bookings depending on availability. It is recommended to contact the service provider directly to inquire about their availability for your desired date and time.
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2023.06.09 19:43 MooMan2312 Health Care Isn't A Right, It's A Service

I've been seeing a rise in recent years of terms use by both politicians and normal people talking about health care as a "Fundamental Right" like free speech or right to bear arms; and it makes my eyes roll back in my head every time.
Free speech is a right, because you can say whatever you want. It does not affect anyone else unless they want it too, and it harms no one if people don't accept it. It has consequences only if it used negatively and has negative responses. Even then, you have the right to speak, and any attempt by anyone in any circumstance to prevent you from speaking is tyrannical and wrong, under any situation. (Some people do need a good punch in the face though, not disagreeing with that; have some manners).
The right to defend yourself is the same thing. If you are attacked by person or beast, you have the right to defend yourself, physically, from attack. Only under tyranny do people have this right wrongly taken, and almost always so that the gov can abuse it's power and enforce it's will against the people.
But health care is neither of these things. If you were to break your leg doing something dumb, NO ONE is obligated to go out of their way, spend their own money and time, or even to give a crap about you. If you get hit by a car, NO ONE is obligated to help you. If you contract a disease, NO ONE has to help you. All of these would be infringements upon another person's free will, time, energy, and resources. If you are in an on-fire building and are trapped, sure, its the right thing to do to help you, but no one is OBLIGATED to help you, ESPECIALLY NOT if it is at cost to them.
Doctors and physicians go to college to learn to help people, and are compensated extremely well for the work and expertise they put in. They provide a lifesaving SERVICE to their customers, but they are not FORCED to do so, and if they wanted to refuse to treat someone, they could (Hippocratic oath aside). Health care companies provide the SERVICE of helping people cover the cost to pay for that SERVICE. All of these are services that should be allowed to refuse to render aid to someone if they choose to not to.
This is why I think it's extremely low intelligence to say things like "abortion is a fundamental right", or "birth control is a fundamental right", or "abortion is health care" in the same vein. None of those things are rights, especially since you're infringing on the right to live of an unborn child (who isn't human, I get it, so they can't have rights, whatever, that's the same things they said about Irish and Black slaves). They are SERVICES PROVIDED TO A PERSON by a physician who is being compensated.

Universal Health Care is another thing. Sure, if a society agrees that everyone, regardless of who they are, where they're from, or what they do, should be provided health care if they need it, then sure, why not. A government program to assist people who need help is ALWAYS GOOD, much like any welfare program. The issue is people are undeserving of that sometimes and find ways to use and abuse the system. Another issue is if the government runs health care, they get to say who and what gets care. They get to decide compensation. They get to collect tax from everyone and distribute it. They get to regulate health care. More government regulation ALWAYS kills competition, and what we've seen in countries like Cuba, UK, and others is that doctors do all this work and studying and now they don't get compensated enough, there are too many people needing service, and the wait times are far too long (people are literally dying in emergency rooms after waiting 6+ hours in the UK right now). But what is the incentive of doctors and physicians to work their asses off to get the incredible education they get, only to not be accommodated reasonably or at the same flat rate as every other doctor? Without competition and with too much regulation, there is no incentive to be better and to work hard than anyone else because at the end of the day, you are not elevated above your peers in accordance with your merit. That is where Universal Health Care fails. AND you've got junkies, who have all these resources to get help, sitting in an emergency room for the 5th time this week getting thousands of dollars worth of treatment off of taxpayer dollars. That's why most insurance companies charge higher rates to those who use drugs and smoke or drink.
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2023.06.09 19:30 satancuriouscatholic Deconstructing to Satanism

Throwaway because I'm the antsy type.
Hello Satanists of Reddit!
I hope you all are having a lovely day! I have been lurking this subreddit here and there for a while now, and if I'm honest, lurking all sorts of Satanic circles for the past few years. All very surface level and absolutely stuff to shake sticks at: passively reading about Anton LaVey, watching interviews of Satanists online, consuming and enjoying Satanic music and media. A bit troubling for myself and my community being a Catholic woman, lol.
I'm not here to evangelize or proselytize, nothing about my current theological beliefs matter than the context that I am a (at least what we churchmice call) "Lukewarm Catholic", was raised Catholic, and a, quite frankly, worrying amount of my worldview has been through a Catholic perspective. For those who don't know "Lukewarm Catholics" means a Catholic person who are not Catholic enough. Which I fit the bill entirely! I recently got myself some tattoos, I've started to enjoy premarital...kithing... and I've grown to have a stark disdain for the church. I'm being told that I'm stumbling in my faith but I see it as seeing the institution I once studied, revered, and loved so dearly for what it is, perpetuators of bigotry and bystanders of violence.
I know. What does this have to do with any of you.
Well, just like exploring denominations of any Christian churches, I believe that if I find myself curious about a faith, I go and talk to the people in their place of worship. There is a Satanic Temple near me, but I find myself extremely anxious to go and visit the congregation myself. I feel extremely anxious going to any place of worship these days. Perhaps that's a sign of something. Simply put, I'm curious to know if deconstructing one's Catholic / Christian faith had led them to Satanism, how they ridded themselves of the toxic cycles perpetuated by their former faith communities, and how to interact with the theological aspects of Satanism.
Because yes, I can listen to Ghost and watch the VICE documentaries but it all seems very... countercultural and forgive me, contrarian for the sake of being contrarian. I get the feeling that these are bad actors who misconstrue your worldview (I hesitate saying faith as I have learned that many of you are atheists!), so I thought I would come to a source of real Satanists to tell me about the relation of deconstruction of Christianity to Satanism.
I've read through the sticky, the commandments of Satanism, their praxis when it comes to helping their communities, and I am very enticed and feel drawn to these practices and beliefs! However, I still find myself quite frightened to jump in headfirst as it is such a stark contrast to what I've known all my life. On top of my questions, are there any... I don't know what I'd call them... "Soft" Satanic Texts? One's that can maybe accommodate the faint-hearted future apostate? As you can imagine I am a person who oozes guilt so I definitely need some hand-holding here.
Is there anything out there delving into the relationship between the Christian God and Satan that are not so "good-vs-evil stories?" After all, and this is the big question I can't ask the Father at church, if Satan really is the biggest sinner, why can't I pray for Him? If God created everything why did he create a kingpin for me to be scared of and hate? I don't want to be scared and I don't want to hate.
Tell me everything about your experiences coming to Satanism, deconstructing Christianity and Catholicism, books, movies, music, everything I would just LOVE to know! Thank you! :)
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2023.06.09 19:18 DonnyLamsonx The ups and downs of sibling dynamics(aka why Pandreo+Pannette are rad and Clanne+Framme are sad)

In light of recent discussion about Engage's writing, it got me thinking a bit more critically about my own views on it. For context, I'm someone that generally prefers gameplay over story/writing, but the split is pretty close (like a 60:40 ratio). I'm generally pretty neutral about Engage's writing overall with its characters. But I think what sours me a bit more than it should is that Engage's character writing shows specks of potential, which gets my hopes up about the overall quality, but fails to consistently deliver.
For my own personal tastes, I am a fan of sibling dynamics in video games being a middle child of 3 myself. So, when I learned that there was not just one, but two non-lord sibling pairs in Engage, I was pretty excited to see how they would be tackled. One pair became two of my favorite characters in the whole franchise, the other will probably fade from my memory sooner rather than later.
I wanna start by talking about what "works" about Pandreo and Panette to showcase what I feel is lacking from Clanne and Framme
The underlying subplot behind Pandreo and Panette is their shared backstory of being raised by crappy parents and how each of them decided to cope with that. Pandreo turned to the church in an attempt to find meaning in a harsh world ultimately choosing a healthier way to cope, while Panette ran away from home and took her frustrations out on bandits in the countryside. This by itself is a great set up because it allows Pandreo and Panette to escape the trap of siblings being "too agreeable" with each other and just being two slightly different versions of the same character.
Pandreo can be generally described as someone who likes to be the light in a world filled with strife. He views worship of the Divine Dragon less as a dedicated organized religion, and more of a way to give people something to believe in to look forward towards the future. It's for this reason that his congregation is all about partying, howling and dancing as these are pretty physical activities that can release a lot of stress if his support with Alcryst is anything to go by. I particularly find his supports with Vander and Seadall to be highlights in his support log because they have something that I feel is lacking from a lot of Engage's supports; interpersonal conflict. Vander is initially mortified by Pandreo's congregation, going so far as to straight up call it a circus, while him and Seadall beef with each other on what it means to "truly dance". Conflict is simply a natural part of fiction writing because it forces characters to grow. And the cool thing about character growth is that both parties don't necessarily have to see eye to eye at the end. Vander doesn't magically see things from Pandreo's PoV during their A support, but the important part is that he's willing to try even if "these motions are beyond me" and he even throws out his back in the process. Pandreo doesn't suddenly just accept Seadall's views on dancing, but he's still willing to learn from Seadall so long as the style of lesson changes. I think these two supports in particular show Pandreo's ability to talk with people rather than at them and why his supports feel like two people talking to each other, rather than one just reacting to the other.
The arguably most important Panette support is the one with Timmera. It shows that Panette's noble persona is borne from her own personal desire to not embarrass Timerra and as a way to distance herself from the hatred filled personality that was born from her parent's neglect. Then you have this facet of her personality expanded on in her supports with Etie and Yunaka. This naturally has interpersonal drama baked into it. Etie literally attacks her in an attempt to draw out her true nature while Yunaka and Panette take turns calling each other out on their respective fake personalities. But both of these supports turn the conflict into a positive direction by giving Panette another person that she can be her "true" self around. But her noble persona isn't always treated as a good thing as Saphir gives her a lot of pushback since Panette attempts to push "proper manners" into her without really considering Saphir's feelings. Her supports with Ivy and Saphir show her that what works for her doesn't necessarily work for everyone even if she has good intentions. It's quite easy to pick out the little lessons that Panette is picking up from her supports which overall builds a well-fleshed out character.
Finally, both Pandreo's and Panette's character come to a head in their support with each other. It starts with Pandreo immediately telling Panette to drop the "silver spoon" act which really sets the tone for the entire thing. It becomes very apparent that Panette does not approve of Pandreo's decision to become the head of their parents' congregation and Panette even straight up says that she'd rather be dead that set foot in the church again. From this single C support, it's clear that there is a lot of unsolved tension not just between the sibling's relationship with their parents, but with their relationship with each other. The crux of their B support focuses on Pandreo's attempts to reconcile with Pannette. He explains why he didn't scold her for running away and even congratulates Panette on her ability to become a royal retainer on her own. It ends with Pandreo telling Panette that their parents looked for her after she ran away which throws Panette off. But the important part is that Pandreo doesn't attempt to use this information to justify their parents' treatment of them, nor does he use it as a way to guilt Panette about running away. He simply just lets her know and allows Panette to do whatever she wants with that information. Lastly, their A support primarily revolves around Panette's attempts to reconcile with Pandreo. It's important to note that this support takes place within their parents' old church as Panette talks about how she really didn't want to come there. However, she comes anyway because she recognizes that her relationship with her brother is worth more than the hatred of her parents. From her supports, it's implied pretty heavily that Panette has likely been ridiculed for her aggressive behavior, born from the mistreatment from her parents who might've done the same, and that that might be a huge part of her personal drama. But Pandreo is the only one who never pushed her to be something that she's not. In fact, their support straight up starts with Pandreo telling her to be real with him. Even though Panette is not ready to forgive her parents for their mistreatment, she is willing to at least sit down with them and have an honest conversation out of respect for Pandreo. Although the fate of their parents is unknown, the support ends with Pandreo begging for Panette to survive the war as he can't stand the pain of losing more family with Panette playfully snapping back that he's got nothing to worry about even saying that she'll protect him. This support again exemplifies Pandreo's ability to talk with people, while we get to see Panette in her rawest, and most emotionally vulnerable form. The way that both of these characters are written just feels very human and real and I love it. You can see the effects of their parent's mistreatment throughout both of their supports and their support with each other wraps up that conflict nicely even if it's not a "perfect" happy ending.
On the flipside of things, Clanne and Framme are a bit....lacking. The main thing I feel like the young stewards are missing is a shared conflict to grow from. I get that they're both training under Vander as the next generation of Divine Dragon Stewards, but the situation feels like it lacks a personal stake for Clanne and Framme. Sure, Vander talks alot about how the two are his successors, but why were they chosen? What drove Clanne and Framme to become stewards? I feel as though Clanne and Framme's characters are severely gimped due to the lack of world building surrounding the Stewards in general. We don't really get to hear a whole lot about what they actually do and how they differ from other guardian groups like the Sentinels of Solm or the Royal Guard of Brodia which is pretty important considering that the Stewards are the guardians to Elyos's equivalent to God. This lack of world-building is really exemplified in Clanne's A support with Vander where Clanne spends the whole support chain feeling frustrated since he believes that he's just being used for menial tasks for Vander to suddenly reveal that these tasks are the true duties of a Steward. I get that Clanne is young, but if Framme's support with Alear is anything to go by, the two have been training to be Stewards for a non-trivial amount of time. Why is it only now, once the Divine Dragon has woken up, that Vander and Clanne have this heart to heart?
Being a hard worker is not a generic character trait in and of itself, but it feels that way with Clanne without a greater understanding of the what the Stewards actually do. Thus, Clanne has to draw on something else to stand out, and that's his love of pickles. It's a cute gimmick, but the issue is that Engage's writing doesn't really do anything with it. Pandreo's "gimmick" is being a party animal, but the writing uses that as a way to segway into his desire to ease people's suffering. I think the writing easily could've created a running gag where Clanne seemingly has a pickle for any and every occasion in order to show off some form of innovation. The support that comes the closest to using his pickle obsession in a character-building kind of way is his support with Veyle, but Veyle joins super late and tbh I think the way they transitioned into the more meaningful topic felt a bit forced. Honestly, I feel as though the greatest missed opportunity in Clanne's character is utilizing his weird growth spread as a character-building block. To illustrate what I mean, L'Arachel's support with Joshua is one of my favorites and largely centers around L'Arachel falling for the allure of gambling and Joshua accidentally getting in over his head when he realizes how "lucky" L'Arachel is. You can primarily view this as a humorous support that's not meant to be taken that seriously, but it should also be noted that L'Arachel has the second highest luck growth of the playable cast(65%) behind Tethys while Joshua's luck growth is thoroughly average(30%). It's uncertain if it was intentional, but knowing this, you could view their support as a form of gameplay and story integration due to the disparity of their luck growths. In their A support, Joshua even accidentally admits that he's been fixing the outcome of every game in his favor and L'Arachel still wins in the end due to her obscene luck. The support ends with Joshua throwing up his hands and refusing to gamble with L'Arachel further and L'Arachel falling so deep into the gambling rabbit hole that she thinks it's a great idea to build a gambling hall in Rausten despite the fact that she called gambling "a boil upon the fair skin of mankind" at the start. I bring this up because Clanne's growth spread and starting class are at odds with each other. His strength growth is significantly higher than his magic growth and yet he starts the game as a mage. I can think of lots of plotlines that can stem from that. Perhaps Clanne is physically fit to be a Steward, but Vander's vision of a Steward is required to at least have a basic understanding of magic. His supports could largely revolve around his journey into a subject that he's wholly unfamiliar with and you can use his hobby of making pickles to show what he does in his downtime to unwind from his studies. Perhaps his moments of low self-confidence could stem from his inability to quickly understand the concepts behind magic(hence his low magic growth). Character gimmicks are fun and they can make a character more memorable(Zelkov's craftiness and random emphasis of words is a good example within Engage imo), but a character that is entirely defined by their gimmick isn't particularly interesting.
Imo, Framme is ironically a half decent character because her supports don't talk about her Steward duties all that much so she isn't hurt as much by the lack of world-building behind the Stewards. The best way I'd describe Framme is an erratic people pleaser. She has the desire to bring people together, even if she doesn't have all the ideas on how to do that figured out. I find that her support with Diamant is a genuinely great support for both of their characters. She can be a bit one-note-ish but I blame that more on the lack of easily understood personal stake in becoming a Steward which prevents her from having a more meaningful outlet to channel her positivity into.
Overall, Clanne and Framme feel more like vessels for stereotypes and traits more than full-fledged characters which is why it all falls flat in their support with each other. The lack of a shared personal conflict of some kind really rears its ugly head as the "main" conflict between the Steward siblings is only introduced in their B support and is very quickly wrapped up in their A support. Since Clanne was very much on board with Framme's idea in their C-support and Clanne's lack of self-confidence is not really explored that much in his other supports, his suddenly refusal to go through with the plan feels artificial for the explicit purpose of creating drama between the two. The twins call each other the co-presidents of the Divine Dragon Fan Club, but with the way that their support is written, it really doesn't feel that way. Framme has the reins of the conversation for pretty much the entire support chain until the very tail end of the A support. It also doesn't help that Clanne is pretty much treated as the sole "problem". Framme should theoretically be the one that understands Clanne the best and the fact that she can't seem to recognize that he's super uncomfortable during the beginning of their B support feels weird. Framme doesn't have to change anything about who she is because, in the eyes of the support, she hasn't done anything wrong. The sibling dynamic doesn't really come across to me because only one sibling(Clanne) has grown from their interaction with the other, rather than both growing with each other. I think it could've easily been written that Framme's over eagerness overpowered any ideas that Clanne had and Clanne just silently accepted those ideas because he didn't want to rain on his sister's parade. You can keep things largely the same and then have Framme recognize in the A-support that she should tone it down a touch so that the siblings can truly be co-presidents of their fan club. It's not some deep storyline, but it helps me better see how the Steward siblings look out for each other.
TL;DR Pandreo and Panette feel like genuine siblings because they share a conflict whose effects can be seen in both their individual supports and their support with each other. Clanne and Framme on the other hand come across more like best friends which isn't necessarily bad but is a problem when I'm supposed to see them as brother and sister.
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2023.06.09 18:57 Metadomino Finally finished all missions outside a few terraforming ones and wanted to share my thoughts and hear yours. *Some Spoilers*


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Finally finished every mission in the game aside from a few terraforming ones and wanted to share my thoughts Some spoilers ahead:
Anyway, the game is fantastic. I had an incredible time playing. Thank you Egosoft.
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