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2024.06.07 20:47 GoAheadMMDay Warnings of 911 in Back To The Future
 | Marty brings his hands to his mouth and shouts out loud, “I have to tell you about the future!” submitted by GoAheadMMDay to conspiracy_posts [link] [comments] The creators of Back To The Future said the same thing. \"I have to tell you about the future!\" It was known The destruction of New York's Twin Towers on September 11, 2001 was not a surprise attack. The plan for 911 was known two decades before, as far back as the early 1980's. Details of 911 appear in the blockbuster trilogy “Back To The Future”, the first of which was released in 1985. I first learned that Back To The Future contained warnings of 911 from this video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uPJQ-1Y8jfY. In this post, I expand on the examples presented in that video, providing additional supporting arguments of my own. I include a few more 911 warnings I spotted myself. So come along and enjoy this ride, as we rupture the space-time continuum and create a paradox of our own. Terrorist attack at Twin Pines Mall Pics 1 & 2 In the first Back To The Future movie, a terrorist attack (pic 1) takes place at the Twin Pines Mall (pic 2). This is a warning of a future terrorist attack on the Twin Towers on 911. “Pines” represent the towers. “Twin” is… well… just plain obvious. A terrorist attack at Twin Pines Mall - filmed 1985. A terrorist attack at Twin Towers - happened 2001. The numbers Pics 3 & 4 When Marty first arrives at the mall, the clock reads 1:16, which is 911 upside down (pic 3). When Doc shows Marty two synchronized watches, the time is 1:19, which is 911 backwards (pic 4). 911 once; 911 twice. If you don’t like having to turn the mall clock upside down or flip the watches backwards, don’t worry. There is an even clearer reference to the numbers 911 later on - in their proper order. Lone Pine Mall Pics 5 & 6 When Marty returns to the mall at the end of the first movie, Twin Pines Mall (pic 5) becomes Lone Pine Mall (pic 6). You probably already see how this foretells 911. Let’s break it down. Pics 7 & 8 The site where the mall stands used to be owned by Old Man Peabody, who had two cherished pine trees (pic 7). When the mall was built, both pine trees were still on the property, and so the mall was named Twin Pines Mall. When Marty travels back in time, he travels from the mall directly to Peabody’s land. Same spot, just different time period. While trying to escape, Marty knocks down one of Peabody’s two pine trees (pic 8). Thus, two pines become a lone pine after they were crashed into. Pics 9 & 10 This foreshadows the aftermath of 911, when the Twin Towers (pic 9) were replaced by a lone tower (pic 10) after they were crashed into. What is more, the replacement tower is named One World Trade Center. “Lone” vs “One” – even the name is a near-perfect match. Even the name! Looks like an airplane Pics 11 & 12 When Peabody and his family first see the car (pic 11), Peabody describes it as “an airplane without wings”. Later, the car was modified to fly (pic 12). Add these details together and what do we have? A car described as a plane, which later flies, that crashes into a tree symbolizing one of New York’s Twin Towers – precisely what happened years later on 911 (pics 13-14). Pics 13 & 14 Towers on fire After the Twin Towers were struck on 911, they began burning. The makers of Back To The Future anticipated this and depicted it. Pics 15 & 16 Near the end of the first movie, as the DeLorean takes Marty back to his time, the car’s tires leave two twin tracks on the road (pic 15). The twin tracks are on fire, an unmistakable depiction of the Twin Towers burning. Doc then runs between the burning twin tracks, shrieking loudly (pic 16). As he runs from the top of the tracks to the bottom, he looks and sounds like people falling off a building - a haunting foreshadowing of 911. Pic 17 Yet the burning twin tracks represent more than just the Twin Towers on fire. As the camera pulls out, a store sign in the shape of the number 9 comes into view on the left (pic 17). The sign and burning twin tracks together form an undeniable 911. Notice that the placement of this store sign is perfect for indicating 911. It is not at the end of the street at the top of the twin tracks, nor is it to the right, but is perfectly placed to the left of the burning 11. Notice too that the sign could have been a 3, or a 7, or a J, or an S, and would still have served its function of pointing to the store. But it was none of those shapes. It was a 9. And the camera pulls out enough to capture the whole 9 perfectly. Where the earlier examples of the mall sign and watches might be too much of a stretch to suggest 911, this 911 at the plaza leaves no room for denial. The falling towers On 911, after the Twin Towers had burned for a time, they ultimately fell. So too in the Back To The Future movies. The first movie ended with the Twin Towers on fire. In the second movie, we see the Twin Towers falling. Pics 18 & 19 Jennifer is on the sofa in her future home (pic 18). She looks up in astonishment. Through her look, the movie is telling us… “Pay attention to this. This is shocking.” What is Jennifer looking at that shocks her so? She is looking at the TV. She then exclaims, “I’m in the future!” (Pic 19). With this, they have taken us to the future - to 911. And this is what we see… Pics 20 - 23 A moment later in this scene, we see two pine trees projected on the TV screen (pic 20). When Lorraine clicks the remote, the pine trees are replaced by New York’s Twin Towers (pic 21). This confirms our understanding that the pine trees really do represent New York’s Twin Towers. The TV then glitches and scrolls upward (pic 22). As the frames scroll up, the towers appear to be rising. But notice that one of the characters is upside down. Since he is the closest character to the audience, the movie is telling us to look at the TV from his perspective. And what does he see? As the TV frames scroll up, he sees the towers falling down (pic 23). He sees New York’s Twin Towers falling down. Pic 24 All three characters are looking at the Twin Towers on TV (pic 24), just like millions of people were viewing the actual towers on their TV’s on 911. Lorraine points directly at the towers. But notice the torch of the Statue of Liberty at the bottom of the shot. Why is the torch of the Statue of Liberty in this shot? To create the impression of being in New York City; that the characters in this scene are people in New York looking at and pointing to the Twin Towers on 911. Talk about pointing something out! This is as pointed as it can get. 911 was staged Yet the creators of Back To The Future might be telling us one thing more about this future terrorist attack. They might be telling us it is not a real terrorist attack at all. It might be a staged, agency operation. Pics 25 - 27 In all three movies, as the DeLorean passes through the time barrier, it is racing toward things related to cinema... ie: the stage. The first time the car breaks the time barrier, it is racing toward a film booth (pic 25). The second time, it is racing toward a movie theater (pic 26). In the third movie, the DeLorean breaks the time barrier while racing toward a drive-in movie screen (pic 27). Though the Twin Towers really were tragically brought down, the creators of Back To The Future may have been telling us that the circumstances behind the disaster were - like in cinema - not what they appear to be. (For more on the possibility that 911 was a staged pretext for war, see my other post: https://www.reddit.com/conspiracy/comments/1aghwh3/we\_are\_being\_led\_into\_world\_war\_3/). Whether 911 was staged or not, the big question here is… Where did the creators of Back To The Future get this information? How did they know about 911 twenty years in advance? Fortunately for us, they put that in the movie too. Message received Pics 28 & 29 Marty received knowledge of a specific event (pic 28). What event? A tower being struck (pic 29). The message came with an urgent plea… save the tower. In the real world, a group of people learned that New York’s Twin Towers would be struck. They wanted to save the towers. Message delivered Pics 30 - 33 Marty asked Doc for his help getting back home, and delivered the message of a tower being struck (pic 30). In the real world, the people who learned about 911 delivered their message of the Twin Towers being struck to Robert Zemeckis and Bob Gale (pic 31), asking for their help in getting the warning out. Rob and Bob suggested making a movie about it (pic 32), to get their message out through cinema – which was worked into the movies by Doc instructing Marty to go through the movie screen (pic 33). The message The warning of 911 is woven throughout the movies, along with an urgent plea to avoid the disaster. Pic 34 Marty writes in a letter to Doc: “Please take whatever precautions are necessary to prevent this terrible disaster.” (Pic 34) Notice the letter was made fully visible in the movie. This is the message the creators of Back To The Future wanted to announce. Notice too they used the word “disaster”. While the shooting of a man (Doc) is indeed terrible, referring to it as a disaster is a little on the strong side. In using the word “disaster”, the creators were really referring to 911, which could truly be called a disaster. The even spelled the word "Disaster" with a capital "D", even though it isn't at the beginning of a sentence. Also note the word “please” is underlined. The creators were imploring. The source of the message But where did the people behind Back To The Future get their knowledge of 911? The people who contacted Rob and Bob with knowledge that the Twin Towers would be struck... Where did they get that information? As with everything else, this too was worked into the movie… The woman in the plaza (pic 35). Pics 35 & 36 She is the one who gave Marty the flyer about the tower (pic 36). She is the source of that knowledge. She knows every detail about the tower, including how and when it was struck. She also gives Marty the urgent instruction to save the tower. Pics 37 - 39 The woman is positioned directly beneath a store sign that reads “The Third Eye” (pic 37). An eye inside a pyramid is used instead of the word “eye”. This symbol is called the “all seeing eye”, and it lines-up perfectly with the woman’s forehead. This shot replicates mysticism iconography (pic 38), where the third eye is depicted on the forehead as a symbol of enlightenment. The all-seeing-eye symbol is also used in Freemason iconography (pic 39). Add these details together and what do we have? Marty learned of the destruction of the clock tower from a woman depicted with her forehead directly beneath the all-seeing-eye of the Freemasons. With this shot, the creators of Back To The Future are telling us they learned about the destruction of the Twin Towers from Freemasons. 911 was approved Pics 40 & 41 Another link to the Freemasons is shown on the clock at Lone Pine Mall (pic 40). When Marty returns to the mall at the end of the first movie, the clock reads 1:33. 33 is a special number in Freemasonry (pic 41). The number 3 represents completeness, such as the 3 dimensions of the physical universe. It also denotes stability, since 3 is the minimum number of legs a table needs to remain upright. Doubling the number 3 as in 33 signifies achieving a complete and stable degree of enlightenment, which is why 33 is the highest level of membership in Freemasonry. By placing the number 33 together with Lone Pine Mall, the creators of Back To The Future are telling us that 911 has Freemasons behind it, approved by those at the highest level. Why so cryptic? But why present this information about 911 in such a cryptic way, with so much symbolism? If they wanted to warn us about 911, why not just come out and tell us plainly and clearly? To be frank, I don’t know why. All we can do is speculate. Perhaps they were under oath. The people trying to sound the warning about 911 were likely Masons who did not agree with other Masons concerning 911. Coming out and publicly denouncing the plans of their own fraternity would have landed them in serious trouble. Another possibility is that while the date of 911 was known so long in advance, the year was not. Consider what came immediately after 911. 911 opened the door to US invasions overseas. 911 could not be launched until the US was ready for such operations in foreign lands. The country needed to be prepared politically, economically, and militarily. Only then would the year for 911 be chosen. So even though the plan for 911 was known as far back as the early 1980’s, not knowing the year was problematic. What could anyone do about it? Ground all flights on September 11 of every single year for decades? No one would take such a warning seriously, nor would authorities take such precautions. Yet another possibility is to prepare people and society for planned changes, guiding people into becoming more accepting of them. "Predictive Programming", as it has come to be called, is the "theory that the government or other higher-ups are using fictional movies or books as a ... tool to make the population more accepting of planned future events." - https://u.osu.edu/vanzandt/2018/04/18/predictive-programming Still another possibility is simply to clear their conscience. If the ones planning the disaster make their plans known ahead of time, they believe they will escape its moral and spiritual consequences, leaving them free of guilt. This is similar to a country announcing a planned attack on a city or facility through television, radio, and dropping leaflets from planes. They warn people of their planned attack, indicating its precise location, date and time, in order to escape culpability for any loss of life that may result. The idea is: "We warned you. If you are injured or killed, it is your fault, not ours." As unbelievable as it sounds, such twisted reasoning is used by governments and militaries to this day. One final possibility I can think of is that the creators of the Back To The Future movies realized they would not be able to stop the 911 disaster, and produced the movies for posterity’s sake. They wanted people to know the truth - that it was not a surprise attack, but was a planned operation approved long in advance by people connected to powerful organizations. They wanted people to know… it was known. As Marty often said, “That’s heavy.” Joseph Cafariello ___________________________________________ conspiracy_posts is my own subreddit for posting original content I have created which is too controversial for other subreddits to accept. This subreddit is not open for posting by others, and its posts are not open for commenting. However, you are more than welcome to discuss my posts in other subreddits and other forums. This post is the 1st of 3 posts I will be posting at conspiracy_posts. The other 2 will be posted over the next few days. Please return to my subreddit and have a read. If you have an open mind and are a logical thinker, you will not be disappointed. I highly encourage people to share and discuss my posts with others. Remember, logic and reason are more effective than slander and heckling. |
2024.06.07 20:45 SociopathicPixel Yesterday project is not working today: Size of the .3mf file appears to be zero.
 | So far my troubleshooting: - Opening the file through the file itself (open with Ankermake Studio) opens the object, however it does not show up on the build plate. When clicking the loaded object, which should be multiple objects but shows as only one, Ankermake Studio crashes and shuts off. submitted by SociopathicPixel to AnkerMake [link] [comments]
Some extra information: I can open the file in the 3D viewer from Microsoft, there it also shows the object in the correct dimensions. I also had no issues loading and saving different versions of my project yesterday when I was working on it. I do need to have it working in Ankermake itself tho cause it contains multiple "negative blocks" which are shown as solid ones in, for example, the Microsoft 3D viewer. At the moment the times it is showing the project in the "Object List" its listed as a Single object although it should exist out of multiple different objects. The Project consists out of 1 .STL, Multiple added "Parts", Multiple added Negative parts, Multiple "Embosses". Specifications: printer: Ankermake M5 Ankermake Studio version: 1.5.22 Ankermake Studio, printer and ankermake app have not received any updates in the meantime. I have not tried loading the project with earlier versions of the Ankermake Studio application since they where made in 1.5.22 and my expectation is that this therefor will not have any effect or even work since the used "Emboss" feature was not yet implemented in version 1.5.21. Question for me to be answered if possible: - Is the project doomed? - - if not, in which manner can I recovesave the project? - Is this a known issue? - - if not, should I fill in a bug-report somewhere (and if so, where?)? |
2024.06.07 20:38 Larenty Yes, Your Grace: Snowfall demo announcement for this week-end, with now MOUSE SUPPORT (and even controller)!
 | https://preview.redd.it/743ie254075d1.png?width=800&format=png&auto=webp&s=106c8198d125a8bd59d083d7aec527d94e8f47fe submitted by Larenty to YesYourGrace [link] [comments] Dear Potato-Heads 🥔🥔🥔We are excited to share Yes, Your Grace: Snowfall is joining Summer Game Fest once again!! This time, together with Women-Led Games we will be celebrating games made by women!Tune in this Saturday at 11:30 AM PT : https://store.steampowered.com/sale/Women-LedGamesShowcase https://preview.redd.it/1jwcn076175d1.png?width=1600&format=png&auto=webp&s=8d023d502856fc26c5186704c826c58d5adf0037 Demo As part of the celebration, we have released newly updated demo. The demo will be available for a limited time only, so make sure to check it out this weekend! We heard your feedback LOUD and clear, and re-enabled mouse controls in the game. You can now play the game using mouse, keyboard and even controller!! The team also did an overhaul of the tutorials, which should explain the game much better ✨ And for those who are already familiar with the game and are re-playing, there is now an ability to skip tutorials too! Download demo here -- https://store.steampowered.com/app/1373090/Yes_Your_Grace_Snowfall/ https://preview.redd.it/w8mgph67175d1.png?width=1600&format=png&auto=webp&s=681f43f2061aa7245c41161cfb023bb7e799dc98 Steam Deck The game is now fully playable on Steam Deck! You can download, launch and use the controllers to fully navigate the game. Stay Brave, Alina and the Brave At Night Team 🌙 (Taken from the official Discord) |
2024.06.07 20:35 mashedpotatoes_purpl Dirty secrets
Oki Oki I so excited to finally type this out this idea has been on my mind for so long so I rlly rlly type this out
Ok so charlotte Herrington is born to like a crazy rich family and basically her parents neglect her alot and are mentally abusive and the only person who kinda cares abt her is her aunt who is severely depressed and basically when she was 16 her aunt took her life {she hung herself in her apartment} and charlotte was visiting her and she has an extra pair of keys to her aunts house and she unlocked the door and she saw her aunts dead body and obviously she called the police and basically it was ruled out as suicide but there was something really eerie abt her body charlotte’s family’s company’s emblem was engraved on her aunts palm and the police thought it was some weird way of leaving a suicide note before she died {since a lot of people do weird symbolic things before they take their lifes} and charlotte is super creeped out and heavily traumatised at that so basically she decides to do some research abt her family and all that and she finds out that a few missing person cases and she does some research on that cuz she’s super bored and guess what all THOES missing person cases lead back to their family emblem so blah. Blah blah blah a lot of research scenes later charlotte finds out her family is running an organ trafficking ring so yea and she was obviously even more traumatised so she decides to go to her aunts house {they didn’t sell it away cuz they thought maybe charlotte could use it} and basically all her aunts belongings are there and she was looking through an album she and her aunt made and there was a note hidden between the pages and it basically told charlotte how much she loves her and she wishes that she could adopt charlotte but sh can’t {financial reasons} and that she just loves her a lot and then she wrote that charlotte shouldn’t trust her parents and all taht and basically through clues and letters hidden throughout the room she finds out that her aunt actually found out abt her parents organ trafficking ring and she was being mentally tortured by her parents and she just couldn’t take t anymore and kills herself but before she does it she carved her family’s company’s emblem on her palm to foreshadow taht her death was charlottes parents fault and basically charlotte is extremely traumatised and she has a whole mental breakdown and she goes back to her parents house and yeah she looks really distraught and all that so her dad questions her and she keeps avoiding everything and her dad finds out that she knows the secret and basically her parents chase her down the house to get rid of her but she escapes to the police station with all the clues {and a tape recording of her parents confessing abt it} and she obviously reports them and bla blah blah the parents get sentenced to life in prison and basically charlotte is free now so but her life feels so empty and she can’t take it anymore so she kills herself but before she does it she donates everything to charity and leaves a very lengthy suicide nit thanking the world for being kind to her and all that and before the ending of the book she jumps off a building
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Ok so charlotte Herrington is born to like a crazy rich family and basically her parents neglect her alot and are mentally abusive and the only person who kinda cares abt her is her aunt who is severely depressed and basically when she was 16 her aunt took her life {she hung herself in her apartment} and charlotte was visiting her and she has an extra pair of keys to her aunts house and she unlocked the door and she saw her aunts dead body and obviously she called the police and basically it was ruled out as suicide but there was something really eerie abt her body charlotte’s family’s company’s emblem was engraved on her aunts palm and the police thought it was some weird way of leaving a suicide note before she died {since a lot of people do weird symbolic things before they take their lifes} and charlotte is super creeped out and heavily traumatised at that so basically she decides to do some research abt her family and all that and she finds out that a few missing person cases and she does some research on that cuz she’s super bored and guess what all THOES missing person cases lead back to their family emblem so blah. Blah blah blah a lot of research scenes later charlotte finds out her family is running an organ trafficking ring so yea and she was obviously even more traumatised so she decides to go to her aunts house {they didn’t sell it away cuz they thought maybe charlotte could use it} and basically all her aunts belongings are there and she was looking through an album she and her aunt made and there was a note hidden between the pages and it basically told charlotte how much she loves her and she wishes that she could adopt charlotte but sh can’t {financial reasons} and that she just loves her a lot and then she wrote that charlotte shouldn’t trust her parents and all taht and basically through clues and letters hidden throughout the room she finds out that her aunt actually found out abt her parents organ trafficking ring and she was being mentally tortured by her parents and she just couldn’t take t anymore and kills herself but before she does it she carved her family’s company’s emblem on her palm to foreshadow taht her death was charlottes parents fault and basically charlotte is extremely traumatised and she has a whole mental breakdown and she goes back to her parents house and yeah she looks really distraught and all that so her dad questions her and she keeps avoiding everything and her dad finds out that she knows the secret and basically her parents chase her down the house to get rid of her but she escapes to the police station with all the clues {and a tape recording of her parents confessing abt it} and she obviously reports them and bla blah blah the parents get sentenced to life in prison and basically charlotte is free now so but her life feels so empty and she can’t take it anymore so she kills herself but before she does it she donates everything to charity and leaves a very lengthy suicide nit thanking the world for being kind to her and all that and before the ending of the book she jumps off a building
2024.06.07 20:22 JCRidonkulous Idea: Ability to comment on YouTube on the TV + Peripheral for commenting
So obviously, these days, "watching TV" doesn't mean flipping through channels on cable / satellite TV. It means watching streaming services via something like Fire TV, Roku, etc. However, to some people (like myself) YouTube is actually people's preferred "streaming service" and is therefore people's preferred way of watching television in the modern day. Watching YouTube on the TV is definitely the best way to experience YouTube. But YouTube is an incredibly unique product, with no competitors. Still incredibly popular, but there is truly no other app / website that functions as a hybrid of what is essentially modern day television and social media. Since there are no other competitors, and TV today is dominated by Netflix copycats, we only really have simplified adaptations of the TV remote designed to interact with Netflix instead of YouTube. However, YouTube requires a bit more than a simplified TV remote.
Comments are an integral part of the YouTube experience. Whether it's simply reading comments or having a full on conversation with people in the comments section, the YouTube experience is not complete without comments. YouTube was originally designed for the desktop computer, but now the definitive way to enjoy it is on the TV. What's crazy is that on YouTube's TV app... you STILL cannot leave comments on videos. Instead, you have to pull up the video on your phone and comment from your phone itself, and that is an extremely clunky user experience to me.
At the very least, I think YouTube really needs to implement commenting DIRECTLY on the TV app, only having the ability to read them isn't enough, as a user you should be able to participate as well. On top of this, there needs to be a peripheral that allows you to leave comments while watching YouTube from the comfort of your couch. I see three possibilities of how this could work, with the first unfortunately being extremely most likely.
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Comments are an integral part of the YouTube experience. Whether it's simply reading comments or having a full on conversation with people in the comments section, the YouTube experience is not complete without comments. YouTube was originally designed for the desktop computer, but now the definitive way to enjoy it is on the TV. What's crazy is that on YouTube's TV app... you STILL cannot leave comments on videos. Instead, you have to pull up the video on your phone and comment from your phone itself, and that is an extremely clunky user experience to me.
At the very least, I think YouTube really needs to implement commenting DIRECTLY on the TV app, only having the ability to read them isn't enough, as a user you should be able to participate as well. On top of this, there needs to be a peripheral that allows you to leave comments while watching YouTube from the comfort of your couch. I see three possibilities of how this could work, with the first unfortunately being extremely most likely.
- Commenting via Smartphone - Yeah this is definitely what will happen. It's very disjointed and makes something rely on a smartphone once again, which sucks, but it would unfortunately be the most accessible way to rollout the feature. You know how it would go... get your phone out, scan the QR code, virtual keyboard comes up for you to type your comment on the video, submit the comment. I just don't like this because I'm already using a remote to navigate YouTube, so having to use another device just to comment is frustrating. Having to use a TV, a remote, and a smartphone just to comment on YouTube on the TV is just not an effective solution to me.
- Remote with slide-out Keyboard - Now this is where it gets interesting, but probably unlikely. Take the Fire Stick remote for example. Imagine if you could rotate it 90 degrees, and then slide out a keyboard (very similarly to like a Sidekick phone) to write a comment, and then simply submit it with the central navigation buttons already on the remote. Not only would this be good for YouTube, but it would be good for filling in search fields as well. Of course though, Amazon is obsessed with Alexa, so they're going to default to making consumers use voice control for searching first instead of typing on a keypad. But this still leaves no option for YouTube, as voice diction is just not a realistic method that people are going to want to use to leave comments on a YouTube video. This option would not only require YouTube to implement commenting support on TV, but would also require a third party to make a peripheral that works well with writing comments for YouTube, and since YouTube is the only product of its kind among numerous other streaming services, I just don't see that happening.
- Experimental Peripheral made by YouTube, for YouTube - Now this one is the least likely to me, because I doubt there is actually even much of a demand for commenting on YouTube's TV application unfortunately. But maybe if we were in an era where experimentation was rewarded more, like in the 2000s, we could see an option like this. Essentially, I don't even see the perfect way of interacting with YouTube's TV application being a traditional remote. Instead, I imagine the perfect peripheral being something that sort of resembles a Blackberry phone that is cut off at the screen, with navigational buttons / power volume brightness control / on the top, and an ergonomic design that makes it feel comfortable to hold for both typing and menu navigation. I feel like having a more traditional style remote with a slide-out keyboard could work, but it could get annoying flipping it around back and forth from keyboard mode to remote mode. Maybe ultimately, a hybrid remote that is ergonomically designed like that would be the best option, but whatever the case, the point is that this option would be a peripheral specifically designed for YouTube itself. But of course, I think it's highly unlikely.
2024.06.07 19:41 WatercressFun5783 My review on Steins;gate: Linear Bounded Phenogram (Yes, you should buy it)
Steins;gate: Linear Bounded Phenogram is a spin-off game of Steins;Gate that contains a series of short stories that take place in different worldlines. Each story is unrelated from one another and are told from the persective of a different character each, rather than just Okabe, which helps us to better understand the thoughts of the main characters in the series. At first I thought I may not like the idea of having different perspectives, as Okabe is just such a good protagonist, but I ended up enjoying it a lot. I needed to buy Steins;gate ELITE in order to play this, and it was 100% worth it. The game has +30 hours of content and I think every Steins;gate fan will love this game (it literally made me cry lol). I would give it an 8/10.
Now for those who have already played it, I will rate each individual story and give my opinion on it (with spoilers!)
1. Dr Jekyll Online 9.5/10 - I swear the way my jaw dropped to the ground on the plot twist. maybe it was just me but I didn´t see it coming at all even though things were pretty weird. The only thing I didn´t like apart maybe for the slow start is Kurisu joining SERN for no reason (at least not showed in that story) and then Okabe actually considering joining them too in front of Mayuri´s tomb, like wtf?
2. The Caged Bird Sings 7/10 - It was nice to see what goes through Daru's mind when he's saying lewd stuff, the plot was good too. Also I died laughing at Daru´s comments lol
3. Vermillion Soteria 9.5/10 - This is probably the worst shape Okabe has ever been (second to S;G Suzuha ending obv) This story has the best screams of despair from Okabe in the whole series imo. I love how they showed us the perspective of Kurisu while Okabe is shifting between worldines. The plot is excellent too and I loved to see Kurisu accepting her feelings for once.
4. Ghostly Rendezvous 7/10 - This one was kinda weird tbh, I haven´t played any other sciadv game so maybe the whole ghost stuff is explained there, but from only S;G content this feels like suzuha has schizophrenia and then she passed it on to the others xd. Apart from that the plot and the dynamics with the other suzuha's are great
5. Built With Love 7.5/10 - This one was a little weird but pretty funny, the ending C;G is the cutest thing ever too
6. Superhero Chat-Noir 8.2/10 - I loved the relationship Suzuha and Faris have in this one, they get along so well so naturally, also the lizard Okabe and Kurisu was hilarous.
7. Hermaphroditus In The Labyrinth 4/10 - I really hated the Luka ending in the original S;G and this story pretty much takes place in that worldline, so yeah, really bad.
8. Eternal Polaris 9.5/10 - I literally cried on this one, the plot is amazing and the relationship Kurisu and Mayuri build up is perfect. Seeing Okabe and Kurisu trying to save Mayuri from her perspective is so sad. This one has the best ending imo too, seeing a worldline in which Mayuri and Okabe are strangers made me tear up, and then I totally lost it when they meet again.
9. The Quantum Awakening 8/10 - I like how Kurisu and Mayuri got along with Moeka (even though she is a horrible person, and nothing will change that). The plot and Moeka's development in this story are really good nonetheless. (I dunno why Okabe would cry at her dying though, he barely cries during the whole series, so that when it happens it´s because he can´t take it anymore, but ye)
10. Abduction Between Three Worlds 8.5/10 - This story had a lot of potential, the plot was really interesting and the ideas were great, so it made me a little upset that in the end it was just a big misunderstanding instead of being something serious. Nevertheless, It is still a really interesting story (I just rememberd in the start they show us that Okabe just shifted to that worldline and he has amnesia from the last ones, but they didn´t explore this idea further more if I'm recalling well, so I guess he was just in a cycle of trying to solve this mistery and got amnesia or smth?)
11. Lunar Bifrost 6.5/10 - This story was the one with the biggest potential, and they didn´t even scratch the surface of using that potential. It wasn´t bad but they had such interesting ideas that I don´t know why they would put Nae as the main character and then end the plot in such a weird way. This felt like it was building up to something interesting that never occured, and a mediocre way to end such a good spin-off.
In conclusion, I loved the game and had a lot of fun, and even though not every story was amazing, It still is a must play for every Steins;Gate fan out there.
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Now for those who have already played it, I will rate each individual story and give my opinion on it (with spoilers!)
1. Dr Jekyll Online 9.5/10 - I swear the way my jaw dropped to the ground on the plot twist. maybe it was just me but I didn´t see it coming at all even though things were pretty weird. The only thing I didn´t like apart maybe for the slow start is Kurisu joining SERN for no reason (at least not showed in that story) and then Okabe actually considering joining them too in front of Mayuri´s tomb, like wtf?
2. The Caged Bird Sings 7/10 - It was nice to see what goes through Daru's mind when he's saying lewd stuff, the plot was good too. Also I died laughing at Daru´s comments lol
3. Vermillion Soteria 9.5/10 - This is probably the worst shape Okabe has ever been (second to S;G Suzuha ending obv) This story has the best screams of despair from Okabe in the whole series imo. I love how they showed us the perspective of Kurisu while Okabe is shifting between worldines. The plot is excellent too and I loved to see Kurisu accepting her feelings for once.
4. Ghostly Rendezvous 7/10 - This one was kinda weird tbh, I haven´t played any other sciadv game so maybe the whole ghost stuff is explained there, but from only S;G content this feels like suzuha has schizophrenia and then she passed it on to the others xd. Apart from that the plot and the dynamics with the other suzuha's are great
5. Built With Love 7.5/10 - This one was a little weird but pretty funny, the ending C;G is the cutest thing ever too
6. Superhero Chat-Noir 8.2/10 - I loved the relationship Suzuha and Faris have in this one, they get along so well so naturally, also the lizard Okabe and Kurisu was hilarous.
7. Hermaphroditus In The Labyrinth 4/10 - I really hated the Luka ending in the original S;G and this story pretty much takes place in that worldline, so yeah, really bad.
8. Eternal Polaris 9.5/10 - I literally cried on this one, the plot is amazing and the relationship Kurisu and Mayuri build up is perfect. Seeing Okabe and Kurisu trying to save Mayuri from her perspective is so sad. This one has the best ending imo too, seeing a worldline in which Mayuri and Okabe are strangers made me tear up, and then I totally lost it when they meet again.
9. The Quantum Awakening 8/10 - I like how Kurisu and Mayuri got along with Moeka (even though she is a horrible person, and nothing will change that). The plot and Moeka's development in this story are really good nonetheless. (I dunno why Okabe would cry at her dying though, he barely cries during the whole series, so that when it happens it´s because he can´t take it anymore, but ye)
10. Abduction Between Three Worlds 8.5/10 - This story had a lot of potential, the plot was really interesting and the ideas were great, so it made me a little upset that in the end it was just a big misunderstanding instead of being something serious. Nevertheless, It is still a really interesting story (I just rememberd in the start they show us that Okabe just shifted to that worldline and he has amnesia from the last ones, but they didn´t explore this idea further more if I'm recalling well, so I guess he was just in a cycle of trying to solve this mistery and got amnesia or smth?)
11. Lunar Bifrost 6.5/10 - This story was the one with the biggest potential, and they didn´t even scratch the surface of using that potential. It wasn´t bad but they had such interesting ideas that I don´t know why they would put Nae as the main character and then end the plot in such a weird way. This felt like it was building up to something interesting that never occured, and a mediocre way to end such a good spin-off.
In conclusion, I loved the game and had a lot of fun, and even though not every story was amazing, It still is a must play for every Steins;Gate fan out there.
2024.06.07 19:40 Humble-Masterpiece17 PURITY
 | I wanted to create a song that will stand out from the LP. Piano was my first instrument, I played keyboards in two bands back when I was 16-18. A my life I processed every type of music through the lens of a piano, so I finally made a track which embodies my love for this instrument. submitted by Humble-Masterpiece17 to noisemusic [link] [comments] Anyway, here it is. PURITY. |
2024.06.07 19:18 Littl3mata The Wild Side: Animal Symbolism in TLOU 2 [ SPOILERS ]
The presence of animal symbolism in part II is striking and deliberate. On a recent playthrough, I paid meticulous attention to every detail in each levels and scenes, and I was astounded by the sheer number of animals depicted, each appearing at specific moments and with particular characters. I am now 95% convinced that these animals tell a parallel story to Ellie and Abby's journeys. More than that, it seems at least both characters has their own biome that represents their worldview, underscoring the idea that they lives in their "own world," reflecting the tribalism of society. These biomes and their associated animals can change over time as characters undergo life-changing experiences or move to different environments. Additionally, some animals symbolize broader concepts such as wisdom, chaos, conflict. And to add onto that, I think that potentially each individual has the way they see themselves and each others as animals, and the real true core totem animal they are, that can come from a different biome. This whole post will be split in two posts, one on Ellie's perspective and one on Abby, mainly because I have 370 screenshots of animals and can "only" put 20 by posts ( lol ) Apologies in advance if some of the shots seems weird, I tried in some places to take all of the animals in one room, hence the weird angles.
During Ellie's gameplay / Jackson parts, we mostly see northern central american animals : moth, deer, moose, horse, bison, boar, bighorns, owl, eagle etc... During Abby's in Seattle, it's clearly an aquatic biome : whale, crab, sea-otter, seal, shark, orquas, octopus.
The first time we see Ellie she's drawing does and a deer with it's face hatched. Initially, I interpreted this as a representation of Ellie herself, given her connection to deer from the first game. However, upon deeper reflection, I think the deer represent a concept more than a person and that is the concept of family. By removing the deer's head, Ellie could express a rejection, not being in phase with her family, a.k.a Joel. This interpretation is supported by Ellie's journey throughout the game, where she grapples with feelings of betrayal and loss, ultimately leading to a rift between her and Joel. By the end of the game, when Ellie settles on the farm, she has formed her own family with Dina and JJ. The presence of multiple deer depictions in her home at the farm suggests a reconciliation with the concept of family, albeit in a different form than before. Another interpretation is that the deer could symbolize Dina specifically. Given their close relationship and the significant role Dina plays in Ellie's life, it's plausible that Ellie's drawings reflect her conflicted emotions towards Dina, especially considering the complexities of their relationship throughout the game. Of all the things belonging to Ellie Dina left at the house, the deer head is missing.
The moth symbolizes several themes in Ellie's journey. First and foremost, it represents transformation and metamorphosis. Just as a moth undergoes a transformation from a caterpillar to a moth, Ellie undergoes her own transformation throughout the game. This transformation encompasses her physical journey, her mental and emotional growth, and her grappling with her identity and purpose. The moth also symbolizes vulnerability and fragility. Moths are often drawn to light but can be easily harmed by it. Similarly, Ellie is drawn to her mission of vengeance and justice, but this pursuit leaves her vulnerable to the dangers and traumas of the world around her. Moths are often associated with the night and darkness. In Ellie's case, this could symbolize her journey into the darker aspects of herself.
I won't detail the myriad of animals encountered from the game's onset up to the Wyoming Museum section, as it would be repetitive and lengthy. However, it's worth noting that between these points, a plethora of animals linked to Ellie and other characters that I will talk about later can be observed if you pay close attention. Whether during explorations in Jackson, patrols with Ellie and Dina, or visits to places like the Baldwin manor, numerous instances of animal imagery abound. Some of these visuals are included in the post for reference. All depictions of animals found in the game appear during relatively calm phases. You won't see any during high-action or rushing phases ( except in cinematics ).
The Wyoming Museum level is rich with symbolism, more so than initially apparent. When Ellie first arrives, she engages in a playful moment behind the reception desk, jokingly stating that the dinosaurs aren't present today, then jests that there's at least one—the reference being Joel. Later, Joel compares a dinosaur to Tommy, noting how thick is skull is ( foreshadowing being shot in the head and surviving ), and a resemblance to him when viewed from a specific angle ( this specific dino's head looks like the head of a horse, remember this for later ). In my interpretation, these dinosaurs symbolize the first generation of virus survivors, epitomized by Joel and Tommy, who are starting to age and will someday disappear like the dinosaurs. They represent the last ones to have really known the world as it was before the virus, marking the end of an era where they will be looked at almost as mythical creatures of the past, viewed as legendary and distant.
Next, we delve into the science section before Ellie takes a plunge into the water, transporting herself to the natural history center. Inside, the first scene she stumbles upon is the moose surrounded by wolves. Behind them, there are two other animals: bighorns on the right and a bison on the left. Many already know the moose is a representation of Joel, encircled by the WLF ( there's also a dead moose on the day of Joel's death during Ellie and Dina's patrol ) The moose is looking up, at the light. I think this is supposed to reprensent how Joel died while "looking for the light", like, even if he died a horrible death, he managed to find his light in Ellie and Jackson and despite the tension between him and Ellie, he died knowing she would have tried to forgive him as she told him the night before his death, so he finally found "the light" = died in peace.
The bighorns and bison behind could represent either elements connected to Joel's death — the bighorns being the Fireflies, the bison being Abby — or they could symbolize the choices Ellie faces after Joel's death: stay at home (represented by the bighorns) or seek revenge against Abby (the bison). My only lead to connect Bighorns to the Fireflies is that they were supposed to be at the colorado university ( go, bighorns ! ). Another interpretation links the bighorns to community and Jackson, given their depiction in Ellie's journal alongside her reflections on daily life in Jackson. As for Abby being portrayed as a bison in Ellie's eyes, theres some depictions of bisons that appear throughout scenes associated with Abby. The encounter between Tommy and Ellie at the farm, where he describes talking to a guy who met this girl with "arms like an ox," serves as a narrative convenience. The expression "arms like an ox" is more universally recognized and effectively conveys Abby's strength in the moment. Despite the slight discrepancy between ox and bison, the similarity between the two animals makes the comparison relatable and apt. I also have come across at least 2-3 instances of wooden carved moose and bison facing each other as if preparing to attack, further emphasizing this symbolism.
Let's return to the museum. As we progress, we encounter cryptic messages on the walls. Ellie eventually arrives in a room filled with birds, particularly eagles and owls. Notably, an eagle is found in Joel's bedroom, its wings spread over pictures of Sarah and Ellie, and an owl is on his mug. The eagle might represent the protective parental figure and the owl Joel's wisdom since arriving in Jackson. The eagle and owl are the only birds turned EXACTLY towards the moose being attacked by wolves. Note for later that herons are also clearly positionned for us to see on one side.
Ellie then enters a room filled with displays of different biomes, culminating in the butterfly and moth room. In this room, a Firefly ended his life, which is significant considering the Fireflies' association with Ellie and her past. The choice of this specific room underscores the thematic connection between the Fireflies and the transformative journey Ellie is undergoing as a moth. Upon exiting the room, Ellie is startled by the glowing eyes of three wolves. Immediately after, a boar charges at her. This sequence of events leads her to a wall where "LIARS" is scrawled with the Firefly symbol painted above it. This marks a pivotal moment for Ellie: she stops seeing Joel as a moose, an animal that had represented a certain grace and nobility, and starts perceiving him as a boar. In her eyes, Joel has lost his majestic qualities and is now seen as a more brutal and aggressive creature.
This shift in perception is further emphasized in a deleted scene from the game. In this scene, Ellie chases a boar through the woods. When she finally approaches the agonizing animal, she is overwhelmed with flashes of Joel's death. This moment could symbolizes Ellie's internal struggle and the deep connection between her trauma and her evolving view of Joel. The boar, once a symbol of ferocity and survival, now embodies the pain and brutality of Joel's end, reflecting Ellie's conflicted emotions and the heavy burden of her quest for revenge.
A somewhat funny Rattlers foreshadowing can be found during Ellie's arcade shambler fight, the room she exit from has these big snakes plushies in a box marked as "new".
Maria might be a pheasant but this is pure speculation. There's a pheasant behind her when Ellie gets her biggot sandwiches, but without more direct evidence or context, it remains speculative to attribute the symbolism of a pheasant to Maria's character. Pheasants can represent various qualities, including resilience, adaptability, and resourcefulness, but without more explicit narrative connections, it's challenging to draw definitive conclusions about Maria's character based solely on this imagery.
Jesse might be symbolized as an elephant, with the primary evidence being JJ's elephant plushie. This symbolism aligns with Jesse's protective nature and his willingness to confront danger when his loved ones are threatened. Elephants are known for their strong familial bonds and protective instincts, which mirrors Jesse's role in the story. Theres limited direct evidence for this and again on this one it's more speculation than anything.
JJ is a special one and I find his case very cute. He actually just wear this pajama representing many different animals, indicating that he is still too young for us to know which animal he will ultimately become. In the downstairs toy room, there's a play mat featuring numerous savanna animals, notably a giraffe, lion, elephant, and a little zebra. His raincoat also has a lion on it, and in one of Ellie's drawings, JJ is holding a plushie that seems to be a cartoonish lion, but he is deliberately covering the animal's face with his hand. This detail might be intentional, suggesting that his true symbolic animal is yet to be revealed. In the realm of speculation and with very few hints, I'd say he will be a lion or that the lion will be the symbolic savanna animal of part 3, similar to how the giraffe and zebra were in the previous parts. Few hints : Near the end of Ellie's journey in Seattle, she encounters two statues of lions in the theater. One of them seems to be bowing to her, which could symbolize respect or acknowledgment. At one point, Owen is repainting the animal mural at the aquarium. The finished side features a giraffe on the right and zebras in the middle. The unfinished side, however, includes a depiction of a lion. Another user actually said something to me one time that striked me about this : "It's not a leap to guess that these parts of the mural represent The Last of Us as a whole." The unfinished side represents the part of the story that remains to be written !
I found deciphering Ellie's part to be more difficult than Abby's, a lot more mysterious and suble. I also think this is deliberate because Ellie's story is not over while we had to totally understand Abby if we ever had to discover the animal symbolism, if that makes sense. Let me know your thoughts ! And let's now find out Abby's perception in post n°2.
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During Ellie's gameplay / Jackson parts, we mostly see northern central american animals : moth, deer, moose, horse, bison, boar, bighorns, owl, eagle etc... During Abby's in Seattle, it's clearly an aquatic biome : whale, crab, sea-otter, seal, shark, orquas, octopus.
The first time we see Ellie she's drawing does and a deer with it's face hatched. Initially, I interpreted this as a representation of Ellie herself, given her connection to deer from the first game. However, upon deeper reflection, I think the deer represent a concept more than a person and that is the concept of family. By removing the deer's head, Ellie could express a rejection, not being in phase with her family, a.k.a Joel. This interpretation is supported by Ellie's journey throughout the game, where she grapples with feelings of betrayal and loss, ultimately leading to a rift between her and Joel. By the end of the game, when Ellie settles on the farm, she has formed her own family with Dina and JJ. The presence of multiple deer depictions in her home at the farm suggests a reconciliation with the concept of family, albeit in a different form than before. Another interpretation is that the deer could symbolize Dina specifically. Given their close relationship and the significant role Dina plays in Ellie's life, it's plausible that Ellie's drawings reflect her conflicted emotions towards Dina, especially considering the complexities of their relationship throughout the game. Of all the things belonging to Ellie Dina left at the house, the deer head is missing.
The moth symbolizes several themes in Ellie's journey. First and foremost, it represents transformation and metamorphosis. Just as a moth undergoes a transformation from a caterpillar to a moth, Ellie undergoes her own transformation throughout the game. This transformation encompasses her physical journey, her mental and emotional growth, and her grappling with her identity and purpose. The moth also symbolizes vulnerability and fragility. Moths are often drawn to light but can be easily harmed by it. Similarly, Ellie is drawn to her mission of vengeance and justice, but this pursuit leaves her vulnerable to the dangers and traumas of the world around her. Moths are often associated with the night and darkness. In Ellie's case, this could symbolize her journey into the darker aspects of herself.
I won't detail the myriad of animals encountered from the game's onset up to the Wyoming Museum section, as it would be repetitive and lengthy. However, it's worth noting that between these points, a plethora of animals linked to Ellie and other characters that I will talk about later can be observed if you pay close attention. Whether during explorations in Jackson, patrols with Ellie and Dina, or visits to places like the Baldwin manor, numerous instances of animal imagery abound. Some of these visuals are included in the post for reference. All depictions of animals found in the game appear during relatively calm phases. You won't see any during high-action or rushing phases ( except in cinematics ).
The Wyoming Museum level is rich with symbolism, more so than initially apparent. When Ellie first arrives, she engages in a playful moment behind the reception desk, jokingly stating that the dinosaurs aren't present today, then jests that there's at least one—the reference being Joel. Later, Joel compares a dinosaur to Tommy, noting how thick is skull is ( foreshadowing being shot in the head and surviving ), and a resemblance to him when viewed from a specific angle ( this specific dino's head looks like the head of a horse, remember this for later ). In my interpretation, these dinosaurs symbolize the first generation of virus survivors, epitomized by Joel and Tommy, who are starting to age and will someday disappear like the dinosaurs. They represent the last ones to have really known the world as it was before the virus, marking the end of an era where they will be looked at almost as mythical creatures of the past, viewed as legendary and distant.
Next, we delve into the science section before Ellie takes a plunge into the water, transporting herself to the natural history center. Inside, the first scene she stumbles upon is the moose surrounded by wolves. Behind them, there are two other animals: bighorns on the right and a bison on the left. Many already know the moose is a representation of Joel, encircled by the WLF ( there's also a dead moose on the day of Joel's death during Ellie and Dina's patrol ) The moose is looking up, at the light. I think this is supposed to reprensent how Joel died while "looking for the light", like, even if he died a horrible death, he managed to find his light in Ellie and Jackson and despite the tension between him and Ellie, he died knowing she would have tried to forgive him as she told him the night before his death, so he finally found "the light" = died in peace.
The bighorns and bison behind could represent either elements connected to Joel's death — the bighorns being the Fireflies, the bison being Abby — or they could symbolize the choices Ellie faces after Joel's death: stay at home (represented by the bighorns) or seek revenge against Abby (the bison). My only lead to connect Bighorns to the Fireflies is that they were supposed to be at the colorado university ( go, bighorns ! ). Another interpretation links the bighorns to community and Jackson, given their depiction in Ellie's journal alongside her reflections on daily life in Jackson. As for Abby being portrayed as a bison in Ellie's eyes, theres some depictions of bisons that appear throughout scenes associated with Abby. The encounter between Tommy and Ellie at the farm, where he describes talking to a guy who met this girl with "arms like an ox," serves as a narrative convenience. The expression "arms like an ox" is more universally recognized and effectively conveys Abby's strength in the moment. Despite the slight discrepancy between ox and bison, the similarity between the two animals makes the comparison relatable and apt. I also have come across at least 2-3 instances of wooden carved moose and bison facing each other as if preparing to attack, further emphasizing this symbolism.
Let's return to the museum. As we progress, we encounter cryptic messages on the walls. Ellie eventually arrives in a room filled with birds, particularly eagles and owls. Notably, an eagle is found in Joel's bedroom, its wings spread over pictures of Sarah and Ellie, and an owl is on his mug. The eagle might represent the protective parental figure and the owl Joel's wisdom since arriving in Jackson. The eagle and owl are the only birds turned EXACTLY towards the moose being attacked by wolves. Note for later that herons are also clearly positionned for us to see on one side.
Ellie then enters a room filled with displays of different biomes, culminating in the butterfly and moth room. In this room, a Firefly ended his life, which is significant considering the Fireflies' association with Ellie and her past. The choice of this specific room underscores the thematic connection between the Fireflies and the transformative journey Ellie is undergoing as a moth. Upon exiting the room, Ellie is startled by the glowing eyes of three wolves. Immediately after, a boar charges at her. This sequence of events leads her to a wall where "LIARS" is scrawled with the Firefly symbol painted above it. This marks a pivotal moment for Ellie: she stops seeing Joel as a moose, an animal that had represented a certain grace and nobility, and starts perceiving him as a boar. In her eyes, Joel has lost his majestic qualities and is now seen as a more brutal and aggressive creature.
This shift in perception is further emphasized in a deleted scene from the game. In this scene, Ellie chases a boar through the woods. When she finally approaches the agonizing animal, she is overwhelmed with flashes of Joel's death. This moment could symbolizes Ellie's internal struggle and the deep connection between her trauma and her evolving view of Joel. The boar, once a symbol of ferocity and survival, now embodies the pain and brutality of Joel's end, reflecting Ellie's conflicted emotions and the heavy burden of her quest for revenge.
A somewhat funny Rattlers foreshadowing can be found during Ellie's arcade shambler fight, the room she exit from has these big snakes plushies in a box marked as "new".
Maria might be a pheasant but this is pure speculation. There's a pheasant behind her when Ellie gets her biggot sandwiches, but without more direct evidence or context, it remains speculative to attribute the symbolism of a pheasant to Maria's character. Pheasants can represent various qualities, including resilience, adaptability, and resourcefulness, but without more explicit narrative connections, it's challenging to draw definitive conclusions about Maria's character based solely on this imagery.
Jesse might be symbolized as an elephant, with the primary evidence being JJ's elephant plushie. This symbolism aligns with Jesse's protective nature and his willingness to confront danger when his loved ones are threatened. Elephants are known for their strong familial bonds and protective instincts, which mirrors Jesse's role in the story. Theres limited direct evidence for this and again on this one it's more speculation than anything.
JJ is a special one and I find his case very cute. He actually just wear this pajama representing many different animals, indicating that he is still too young for us to know which animal he will ultimately become. In the downstairs toy room, there's a play mat featuring numerous savanna animals, notably a giraffe, lion, elephant, and a little zebra. His raincoat also has a lion on it, and in one of Ellie's drawings, JJ is holding a plushie that seems to be a cartoonish lion, but he is deliberately covering the animal's face with his hand. This detail might be intentional, suggesting that his true symbolic animal is yet to be revealed. In the realm of speculation and with very few hints, I'd say he will be a lion or that the lion will be the symbolic savanna animal of part 3, similar to how the giraffe and zebra were in the previous parts. Few hints : Near the end of Ellie's journey in Seattle, she encounters two statues of lions in the theater. One of them seems to be bowing to her, which could symbolize respect or acknowledgment. At one point, Owen is repainting the animal mural at the aquarium. The finished side features a giraffe on the right and zebras in the middle. The unfinished side, however, includes a depiction of a lion. Another user actually said something to me one time that striked me about this : "It's not a leap to guess that these parts of the mural represent The Last of Us as a whole." The unfinished side represents the part of the story that remains to be written !
I found deciphering Ellie's part to be more difficult than Abby's, a lot more mysterious and suble. I also think this is deliberate because Ellie's story is not over while we had to totally understand Abby if we ever had to discover the animal symbolism, if that makes sense. Let me know your thoughts ! And let's now find out Abby's perception in post n°2.
2024.06.07 19:14 DryClothes2894 If your FPS is bad, this *should* help you a fair bit
 | Alright so Ive started to get sick of seeing every single day like 5 or 6 new posts about FPS drops and overall performance losses, and a lot of comments about "The game is poorly oPtiMiZeD" and so forth. Half the folks don't even bother listing their specs, very helpful (not) submitted by DryClothes2894 to FortNiteBR [link] [comments] The truth is a double edged sword here. One being that, it really isnt as bad as people think (read why later), and two, people forget all the time that this is THE Unreal Engine demo-game, that all the new features of UE are tested on before getting put out for use in other new game releases that use the engine. This game is always going to be on the bleeding edge as they rapidly advance game technology and innovate. All things considered, it really is pretty impressive it still even runs on the decade old PS4 and similar devices. Now there are a few specific folks on here who CONSTANTLY are complaining about "game optimization" and yet they are on ancient hardware that was low end when Fortnite came out 7 years ago, one guy literally has a GTX 870 that predates this game by a good 3 years (March 2014 release date), over a decade old now. People, you know who you are, stop complaining. Now onto the next points, addressing both why people think its worse than it is (and what created this problem) and then how to fix things for the most part on your system, aside from external variables out of my control such as crap software like antivirus RGB perhipheral software game launchers etc. The first problem of how we got here, is mostly due to the lack of good information, and the spread of information that is just wrong. Most of this is top down in a viscous cycle as follows: Pro playestreameetc doesnt know much about hardware, just plays the game, thats why they're good. Said player starts to have problems with FPS etc They then reach out to a "tweaker" on like Twitter to get their PC "optimized" This is because player has money and can pay for services rather than learn this stuff himself. Tweaker doesnt really know what he's doing or what impact certain settings have Tweaker changes a bunch of stuff that he probably shouldn't, stuff that hes copying from other "tweakers" System seems better to placebo affect, player promotes tweaker on socials, "Thanks to X for fixing my FPS!" FPS boost YT kids scavenge and investigate thru like stream vods to see what changes were made FPS boost YT kids then, also not knowing what these settings do, turn this into content Content, that makes them money, regardless of whether it actually does anything meaningful This information of supposed "fixes" then gets circulated around, via other YT kids or Reddit or etc These "fixes" really just make things worse overall because they disable proper functionality of the OS Now you have lots of players all doing the same "fixes" by their favorite FPS boosters They all do these tweaks because they trust the person with a microphone And now you have a bunch of people running settings and tweaks that are overall detrimental to performance And then everyone, including the FPS YT kids (who dont know anything) all say "The game is poorly optimized" This goes for people even like Jerian, Codelife, Marrentm, Lestripez (his site is straight up malware, avoid) etc You know these guys dont know anything when they say that free space on your disk equates to more FPS, which is why they always tell you to delete temp files and stuff, it doesnt matter unless the disk is full. If you watch these guys streams too, you can see their FPS is usually all over the place, because their "fixes" dont actually do anything beneficial. I see a lot of times too where someone gets their PC "optimized" and then weeks later is getting BSODs, because the tweakers messed with a lot of stuff that they didn't know how it works, but saw from someone else, such as changing lots of registry values, dangerously unstable overclocks, and so forth. I can stand behind my work because I have a youtube channel for gameplay, and my FPS is at a LOCKED 240 the entire time in 1440p DX12 on high settings, its linked in my reddit profile if you care to see for yourself any of my recent videos. The "oPtiMiZaShUn" of Fortnite is relatively fine, and Epic certainly can't fix a problem they didn't create, a problem that has been created by these FPS boosters. ANYWAYS now that we have the backstory for the major half of the problem, lets tackle the other side in regards to the hardware itself, assuming the configuration of the game is fine, Ill address configuration next. Now I have spent quite a long amount of time the past few years deep diving into what really makes this game run well and what holds it back in regards to performance, and when it comes down to just raw hardware, assuming the configuration is fine and not full of snake oil, the game, like other Unreal Engine titles and multiplayer games in general, is very memory bottleknecked. That is the throughput and bandwidth of your RAM affects the games overall performance significantly. This is why you can get low CPU and GPU utilization, and the game still runs poorly, aside from the utilization metrics being very skewed with how modern hardware works, its not perfect measurement, but still illustrates a point for the most part, but essentially your ram bandwidth is saturated or the ram latency is high and holding reduntant tasks up because it takes longer than it needs. The reason for this is that in a BR type multiplayer game, you not only have a large open world map with a diverse destructible enviroment, but then you throw 100 players on to it that all are doing lots of things, making changes to said enviroment thru activities, construction, destruction, combat, etc. All this information about what these players are doing (at least the ones in your render distance) has to get stored and read in and out of system memory as stuff happens in real time, this is why FPS tends to be low in stacked endgames with lots of players in a concentrated area, its saturating your memory bandwidth trying to keep up with all the constantly updating information about all the players and what theyre doing. This is why AMDs line of X3D CPUs are super strong in games like this, because the cache is essentially turbocharged RAM running at almost a terabyte a second. having fast access cache for redundant tasks can speed the process of all this constant transfer up significantly. Its also the kryptonite for why older Intel CPUs like 8th 9th 10th Gen etc, all really struggle these days, because they have significantly less cache than their AMD counterparts from the same time periods. And its also the principle of how a certain special device that is now becoming more known technically works, its called Direct Memory Access because its reading the location and info of the players from your RAM and sending that to another device whether PC, Rasberry Pi, etc. Ill have more information at the bottom for more specific stuff in regards to RAM, but the cliff notes is that enabling XMP is important, but it does leave a good bit on the table, and too many generic kits, especially DDR5, are really bad on the settings they come with out of the box. This is why people think the game runs bad on high end PCs, that come with generic DDR5 kits that have atrocious timings. Again, more info on this aspect of things at the bottom. BUUUUT leaving all that aside for now, lets get into what you can do right now that should fix a lot of your FPS problems, no overclocking or any BS snake oil tweaks, just proper configuration thats surprisingly close to stock, you'll be surprised at the amount of settings that don't actually matter. Ive spent over a year now doing consulting with numerous people thru either Reddit DMs or Discord, helping many peoples game go from zero to hero, some rags to riches stories for sure. (most of it is undoing snake oil from FPS booster kids) and thru that I have developed a shotgun approach that generally is the gist of what needs to be done, and its had a pretty solid success rate. DISCLAIMER, I am not telling you to do things that I wouldn't or have not already done countless times on all of my many test machines, but you still do this at your own risk and so obviously be precautious, but rest assured I know what all this stuff does. So obviously starting off things, you probably wanna do some basic housekeeping Get rid of any garbage software you dont use and stuff that just runs in the background, like RGB software, ASUS Aura Sync/Armory Crate are HOGS Extra Anti-Virus software aside from Defender (Especially Norton and MCaffe (You dont need it, just get a adblocker and dont go to sketchy sites, the antivirus companies sell the viruses to malware companies, and then sell you a solution to the problem they create, classic marketing, dont buy into it) Double movement software *can* also be a hog in some cases, use ingame diagonals if possible Controller interfacing/overclocking software can be a massive offender of bogging things down High polling rate mouses and keyboards like 8000Khz, 4000Khz, eat up CPU cycles, just use 1000. Also undo any existing exotic FPS booster tweaks, if youve made a lot of changes over the past years it may be a good idea to install fresh windows from USB, I reccomend Windows 11 22H2, its generally performed the best on all my numerous systems, you can get an ISO from the internet archive, but do whatever you want for OS. Its also beneficial to turn off Virtualization/SVM in the BIOS, with it on windows sandboxes the OS and it does create a mesuarable hit to performance. Next thing is basic windows changes, starting with HAGS. Most GPUs support it so if you have it it is beneficial to turn this on. Search "Graphics settings" in the settings search and click the first result. Then once in there hit the link for Change Default Graphics Settings. Once there enable Hardware Accelerated GPU Scheduling. https://preview.redd.it/5radxkbud65d1.png?width=477&format=png&auto=webp&s=f29927b28c6516abf4a245cf08311e1a62ecb33c https://preview.redd.it/6rx34d95e65d1.png?width=301&format=png&auto=webp&s=c062787f52f60379e485d9012805884a552e78d1 https://preview.redd.it/3b0rjep6e65d1.png?width=507&format=png&auto=webp&s=c3c47a808cabecff3b13c77395975d00888cb60c The second option is also beneficial for if you want to run a stretched resolution that requires you to be in Windowed Fullscreen mode, as this uses Flip to give you the same input delay as if you were on Fullscreen. This leads into the next thing, which is DONT have the "Disable Fullscreen Optimizations" box checked for your Fortnite EXE file, this disables Flip functionality for Fullscreen on modern games especially DX12 that dont use old Exclusive fullscreen, so you get more input delay as the game runs in bad window fullscreen, and your alt tabbing takes longer too, Flip offers much lower latency than old exclusive fullscreen with faster alt tab support. Like if you read it, it litterally says your disabling optimizations, dont listen to boneheads on youtube who think this does anything, your just giving yourself more input delay. https://preview.redd.it/1b6u8wf2f65d1.png?width=692&format=png&auto=webp&s=10d0ed514e0017df7a2e814998db09f7e57e3f3b https://preview.redd.it/25zykhk4f65d1.png?width=405&format=png&auto=webp&s=3c52e8ac6639f22f8bf2f2355889112d07fdbe41 Now into graphics drivers, its always a good idea to run DDU or Display Driver Uninstalller from time to time, to clean everything out with the shader caches and reset settings. There also is the fact that a lot of the newer drivers from Nvidia are a dumpster fire right now, its never a good idea to constantly update them. Now AMD can be the same way too, but in most of my consults Ive not experienced any problems just running DDU and installing the latest once supported by the card. You can always run DDU again and install a different driver and find one that works best for you. On Nvidia I tend to prefer 537.58 or 551.86, the former is a bit older than some of the 4060 and Super variants of the 40 series so you may need a slightly newer one but 4070 and older are just fine with this. For downloading specific versions just google it, make sure you get the right one for either desktop or notebook variants depending on what your on. https://preview.redd.it/f4wxqa7jm65d1.png?width=1217&format=png&auto=webp&s=7d870e469c0d9b18e6fb874d1f5024ff4c84286f I get the best lows on 537.58 but 551.86 has slightly better average FPS and feels a bit snappier at times, but of course you can DDU and try as many as you like till you find one you like. The DDU tool itself is pretty self explanatory, select on the right GPU and then the appropriate option for your GPU whether it be Nvidia or AMD (or Intel for ARC and iGPU users), and then hit clean and restart. Once back on the desktop install fresh drivers. https://preview.redd.it/sita48jng65d1.png?width=672&format=png&auto=webp&s=d2a7f138f7a891cd9196c12bd62178dd388cb0a6 From there on the Nvidia side of things, the only settings in here that really matter (aside from setting your monitor refresh rate of course) is setting your Shader Cache size to Unlimited, and setting PhysX to your graphics card instead of having on auto select. On auto this can sometimes run physics on the CPU and give you nintendo switch framerates when builds are breaking and etc. https://preview.redd.it/o85hjwx6h65d1.png?width=950&format=png&auto=webp&s=b937f4bb4de9002d0677959e380c72e527037735 https://preview.redd.it/d7iluic9h65d1.png?width=953&format=png&auto=webp&s=7ef51a5beacbdfb5539e70a664797ce97aac876d All that other crap doesnt make much of a difference if at all, lets move on to your Epic launcher. Now in your library go to your Fortnite install options. The big thing is dont have High Res textures installed, doesnt look any different, and have the DX12 Shaders and Cosmetic Streaming disabled, it sometimes is called Predownloaded Assets or something. https://preview.redd.it/tu3iis8th65d1.png?width=634&format=png&auto=webp&s=925381e11d6df3fe47f1df46c9569006beace36c Fun fact about the Pre-download Assets option, I am partially the reason it exists, as back during the May 4th update for Chapter 4 Season 2 last year, they removed the old settings and fuctionality for texture streaming, forcing the game to constantly hog internet bandwidth downloading textures on the fly as players were in your render distance, creating constant packet loss if you werent on 10 Gig Fiber. Through a handfull of reddit posts, a video detailing the behaivour, and emails, I was able to get thru to the developers and ask them for this option to download everything ahead of time, because SSD storage is cheap whereas fast internet isnt even available in a lot of places. Everyone has theyre own mark on this game, mine is a setting that everyone uses because its so beneficial. ANYWAAYYS so now we got that done, lets go to the manage page. In here you really only want the -NOTEXTURESTREAMING command, this is different from the assets one as this affects game textures like map roads grass buildings etc, not the player skins like the other one does. Having this in there essentially cuts down on CPU and memory traffic by loading everything into your RAM ahead of time rather than constantly move it around, this helps with pop in and hitching. The other ones litterally dont affect shipping releases of the game, only content cooking on dev builds. https://preview.redd.it/lz9ordoyi65d1.png?width=662&format=png&auto=webp&s=1ef859766dda0e241d28e6fb9ec48c1c0e8c68b1 Alright so now assuming youve done everything correctly, lets get into building a shader cache for your game. A lot of this has been moved to be done during loading screens, so if your loading in on DX12 with fresh drivers, your CPU is gonna be working hard. If your not on DX12, just switch it and restart, most GPUs these days run DX12 anyways, DX11 is not worth using at all, and Performance mode is held back by crappy DX11, but if you must use it just change your settings on DX12/11 pages and then load performance mode back up. For this though were assuming your using DX12 cause it really is just built better, especially for Radeon cards, so let get into shader caching. Now a big thing here is turn off Nvidia Reflex, because its only beneficial if you are completely GPU bound, which is impossible if you run low settings and or cap your frames. It manages your frame buffer by slowing the CPU to prevent the GPU from getting behind, but if your not GPU bound your game will just feel like crap. You also will get much more consistent input delay with it off, and stuff like shotgun not shooting twitchy framerate generally goes away as well. https://preview.redd.it/h8fnuo2ck65d1.png?width=1148&format=png&auto=webp&s=9fcd6d0ec0a33b7cbc61fedd9f3ac9f140bc39ee Just cap your FPS right below whatever you average around, even a 3060 with DLSS balanced can run 144 on High DX12 1440p, which leads into the next thing, being that higher settings help with better caching. Obviously after a few rounds once the stutter from caching is done you can put it on low, but run something like this to start. Cap FPS, fullscreen, DX12. https://preview.redd.it/zhi5lodvk65d1.png?width=1163&format=png&auto=webp&s=4d4811030aa4abb2121b5054dd3f287adab3fcfe https://preview.redd.it/ko0o4df0l65d1.png?width=1137&format=png&auto=webp&s=a8d8ea1afc8dbba61af22eb0bedd02de05b261f2 This runs even like 70 FPS at native 1080p on a 1660. Just drive around for a few games visiting all the biomes and POIs till it evens itself out, then switch back to low or whatever you want for settings once its cached. If you want DX12 to look like performance mode, put render distance on Low, that runs a locked 160 on a 2060 laptop GPU with a 9th gen i7. The big thing is setting your cap below what your averaging for frames because consistent frames are better than high frames, and youll get less delay if you arent GPU bound. You may need to play with it to find what works best for you. Assuming im not forgetting anything this should be close to about it for what you gotta do, lmk how this goes for you, if its still running bad you can always try different nvidia drivers and a windows reinstall if you feel ambituos. Otherwise yea this should get you a fair bit of improvement, now onto extra stuff. Now in regards to RAM overclocking, I spent months heavily studying memory tuning and overclocking because of the difference it really makes having good ram with all the timings tightened down, theres a reason on my main system I run DDR5-8000 with all the timings and subtimings tightened way down, its not for everyone but for a hardware enthusiast like me I like that last extra bit, and it results in great dividends on the 1% lows. https://preview.redd.it/aawjma6o565d1.png?width=415&format=png&auto=webp&s=7905b36fbb477712457ec89c0ca86830a4b0f2a3 https://preview.redd.it/m1xjqiyr665d1.png?width=1397&format=png&auto=webp&s=2b78bf19e451c425929d4a3092b178cbc6618ee9 https://preview.redd.it/iugbkqst665d1.jpg?width=1454&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=ef2fc60c96a240b82d547598219ea8b047cc317b This of course has spent a lot of time on rigorous stress testing to ensure its absolute stability, dont OC memory if you dont know how to stabilize it, it will slowly corrupt your OS and will make your game run like crap as modern ram has a lot of error correction built in that comes at a performance hit. My lowly 5800X has no problem maxing out a 3080Ti at a steady 300 FPS on DX12 thanks to its tuned Samsung B Die ram, putting good ram on my 5900X nearly doubled my FPS over the garbage that was on there. If you want to dive into the world of learning how to identify what ram you have and overclock it properly, theres github guides and plenty of existing resources on the overclocking subreddit, as well as youtube content by guys like Actually Hardcore Overclocking AKA Buildzoid, I learned so much from watching his videos of reacting and critiquing other peoples ram timings, and then diving into his own ram overclocking content. He even has a great guide for DDR5 on Ryzen 7000 with Hynix memory (almost any 6000 CL30 2x16 kit) that offers some timings that should work for most kits just fine and offer much improvement over stock, just ignore the part about 2033 FCLK as that was simply a bug with AGESA that made the ram run at 6100MT/s which is why it WAS faster, just run 2000 FCLK for DDR5 6000. It is a valuable skill to learn how to tune ram as it can breathe new life into a underperforming system, but you cant teach a bird how to fly as it is an acquired skill, so if you want to really make this game fly, you should learn how to tune your ram. |
2024.06.07 19:12 kkjsanders93 Short Animesque tale
Writing Prompt: "For the last time I am a SIREN! Mermaids are women!"
Story: A man meticulously unwinds the bandages from a fragile pigeon. It coos softly in his palm as he tenderly strokes its neck. In this long-awaited moment, he theatrically raises his hand to the sky, releasing the bird, only to be jolted by a sharp crack piercing the air. He watches as feathers drift down, one by one, before recoiling at the bird's abrupt, lifeless fall.
“Ey, I’m weary of fish every night,” the scruffy sailor mutters, lowering his gun and adjusting his tricorne hat. He yaks the dead pigeon by the neck. "Oy, was that your friend, Orson?" Orson drops to his knees, eyes brimming with tears, enraged. "Gentlemen, Orson here has spent the last week nursing our dinner back to health and now has graciously agreed to gut and cook it for us. What a nice guy ey?" He tosses the bird at Orson as the crew gathers mocking him.
Orson complies, a shameful whisper escaping his lips, "Aye aye, captain."
The night grew old as the moon full. “You know, a full belly really puts me in the mood,” a sailor grunted, ambling toward the net full of fish, his hand rubbing his crotch. Inside the net was an unclothed woman with long brown hair, lifting her head from the pile of fish, clambering over the squirming creatures. She clutches the net with terror in her eyes. “The captain swore on his mother that the bitch grew legs when he caught her. I wonder if a mermaid’s booty tastes as fishy as me wife’s,” the sailor jeered, undoing his pants. The rest of the crew follows, their hips thrusting forward toward the girl.
Orson stood before the group of men, raising his hands in protest. “Step aside Orson! You keep forgetting—the nice guys finish last. So that means you can have your turn with her after we’ve all had a go.”
The captain steps between Orson and the crew declaring, “The sweet nectar that drips from the mermaid’s thighs is reserved for the king only!” The crew groans, pulling up their pants and cleared out.
Orson turned to give the captive woman a reassuring nod but was instantly ensnared by the vastness of her eyes. He stood in a complete trance, seemingly responding to nothing. “How are you talking without making noise?” he asks her, captivated not by her beauty, but by the slightest tilt of her head. “You are somehow conveying thought without words. I didn’t know mermaids were able to do that.” All her movements were profound and deliberate, even a mere blink was purposeful. After a moment of staring, he repeats what she conveyed back to her, “So you can’t talk or transform unless there’s water? A siren you say?” Tears began to swell in her eyes, followed by another familiar look of terror. Orson mirrored her expression in their nonverbal conversation before sprinting back to the captain’s quarters.
“Siren? Those are myths, and they fly, not swim. Do not let the mermaid fool you!” the captain bellowed, swigging from the pungent brown liquid in his glass. “Of course, captain, but I do believe her warning is genuine if we don’t let her go,” Orson reasoned. The captain hurled his glass across the room. “The king’s brother married a red headed mermaid. I know how competitive the royal family is. If I can make the same happen for our king, he’d reward me until the day I die. Don’t mess this up for—”
Orson and the captain pause. It is faint, but a low, graceful harmony gently brushes through the ship's halls. Orson lowers his gaze, shaking his head in grim realization as the captain rushes to his arsenal. Orson clenches the barrel of the captain’s loaded rifle, forcing it downward. The captain retaliates with a blunt strike to Orson’s head. He immediately crumbles to the ground. The soothing tune that crescendoed deepened his weary state. As his vision fades, he deciphers the captain’s silent words: “We have a squeeze for the king, so we’ll just help ourselves to her mermaid friends.”
Orson awoke, finding himself lying on his side in a cell, face to face with a woman who met his gaze. He held his throbbing head, sitting himself up. "It's nice to see you outside of the net," he remarked softly. The woman remained silent, her eyes speaking volumes. Orson studied her every movement, interpreting each twitch and gesture as if they were words themselves. "Thank you, but nice is the last thing I should've been. If I had resisted a bit more than I had, perhaps you could've been free," he mused regretfully. She communicated her disagreement with a gentle shake of her head, cracking a slight smile tenderly stroking her hair as a response.
Confused, Orson echoed her unspoken question. "I don’t know. Tell me, why do you think he was right about the nice guys finishing last thing?" The woman traces her finger around Orson’s lips and down his chin, a sensual gesture that made him swallow nervously as he listened to her response in his mind. "A very insightful mermaid, aren’t ya—?" Orson pauses as if interrupted, “Sorry, yes, I forgot. You’re a sirin and mermaids are women, I won’t forget it again,” he replied, feeling a palpable attraction between them.
Orson glanced at the terrified sailor standing guard outside the cell. Before he could inquire about the commotion on the deck of the ship, a haunting melody ominously reverberated throughout the vessel again. Orson and the siren exchanged uneasy glances. The sailor pivoted to unbar the cell door, "The captain's likely done for. Take care of her," he commanded, gesturing toward the woman with his rifle, "and join me in dealing with the rest of these wretched creatures." The sailor left.
As Orson and the woman crept up the stairs to the deck, she tore off a pieces of his shirt stuffing it into his ears. He obeyed without question. On deck, hidden in a shadowy corner behind barrels was the captain cowering, hands clamped over his ears. Through the thick fog smothering the ship, Orson saw men shuffling like the undead. The dark hymn persisted, driving each sailor to the edge where they plunged themselves into the mercy waters.
Orson, gripped by terror, stared toward the source of the haunting melody. In the distance, shrouded in mist, a woman lounged on a rock with one foot seductively pointed toward him. The arch of her back and the way she caressed her neck and collarbone drew him in, until a piercing note from the siren beside him shattered his focus. The powerful voices of the two cut through the darkness as they battle for Orson’s control.
Then, an echoing gunshot silenced everything. In the ensuing silence, Orson watches in horror as the distant woman falls off the rock and collapses into the water. The smoke trail was traced back to the captain’s rifle. Orson and the girl raised their arms in surrender. “I warned you, the mermaid is the king’s property!” The captain growled, aiming his gun at them. He then snatched a coil of rope from his belt and hurled it over. “Mr. Nice Guy, would you be so kind? Tie up your mermaid girlfriend as well,” the captain demanded with venomous sarcasm.
His smug stance faltered as the deafening sound of splintering wood tore into the side of the ship. Startled, he fumbled to reload his gun while Orson and the siren stood frozen, awaiting the horror that was climbing aboard. A woman, draped in ragged clothing fashioned from sea debris, leapt onto the deck with feral grace. She turns to the siren, “How dare you sing against your own kind for this simpleton!
The captain’s interference only ignited her fury further. “—I’ll be damned. Mermaids really can transform into people!”
She turned on the captain with blazing eyes. “For the last time, I am a SIREN! Mermaids are women!”
As swiftly as she came onboard, she was violently thrown off. A single bullet between the eyes from the captain was all it took for the woman to erupt in agony. Orson and the siren could only watch as the sea woman thrashed, her screams piercing the night. Foam bubbled from her mouth, and her legs twisted back into a jagged fishtail before the captain tossed her lifeless body back into the dark, churning water.
"Now, where were we?" he sneered, gesturing to the rope at their feet.
The sirens swimming amidst the ship were forced to stand down by their leader. Not because they lacked the power to kill the captain in an instant, but because of the gun he had shoved in the face of one of their own still onboard. Orson and the woman, eyes wide with terror, helplessly tied themselves up under the menacing gaze of the gun.
They sat in fear for their lives all night until they reached the city, bathed in the golden hues of the early morning sunshine. The beating sun didn’t bring solace to Orson; it more of a cruel prelude to the hell that awaited him.
Orson was condemned to death for defending the siren, deemed an act of treason for meddling with the king’s property. The girl, deemed "blessed" was forced into marriage with the king. The wedding and beheading were set to occur at the same ceremony. Both saw the day as the ultimate mockery of life; an forced arranged marriage and an unjust death intertwined into an agonizing spectacle.
Orson stained the once-beautiful paved brick path with a long streak of blood as he was dragged to the altar. He endured relentless beatings and vile insults from the townspeople as they spat and heckled. Not too far behind, escorted by the king’s knight, was the siren adorned in nothing but sheer fabric. The crowd erupted in applause and lewd whistles at her alluring figure visible through the transparent gown. Despite facing imminent death with his head resting on the guillotine, the overwhelming sense of shame and helplessness Orson felt for her tore at his heart.
It was only when he noticed discreet glances between the siren and some of the townswomen did the knots in his stomach begin to loosen. “Who knew mermaids had a mountain of a backside? She’ll be my favorite plaything yet, ey?” chuckled the king. Orson glares at the king towering beside him with a soft smirks. “She’s a siren. Mermaids are women you incompetent twat.” he hisses. The king didn't catch his precise words but responded with a snarl for speaking out of turn.
On cue, the king’s choir commenced the ceremony, sparing Orson another blow across the face. Listening intently, he noticed the peculiar nature of the song. It was angelic yet aggressive. The heavenly voices wavered, infused with a fierce yet mesmerizing melody. Several women in the crowd chimed in. Sensing the shift, the siren that stood before the king as his bride swiftly turned to Orson, stuffing cotton into his ears. The king’s hand clasps around the siren’s neck, his grasp tight. “You deceitful mermaids think you can outsmart me. I see through your tricks!” He points to the cotton in his ears.
Meeting the king’s gaze head-on, the siren communicates a silent message that echoed loud and clear in the minds of all those nearby.
“For the last time, I am a SIREN! Mermaids are women!”
With a single motion, she swipes a small blade concealed beneath her bosom and slashes the king’s throat. The gruesome sight of the king gurgling for air as blood spilled from his lips drove the women in the audience to flee in terror. Meanwhile the men, ensnared by the choir’s song, descended into a frenzy of gruesome acts.
With empty eyes, there were men that stumbled into the ocean’s embrace, drowning themselves. Others doused themselves in oil, igniting their bodies in flames. Some resorted to using butter knives to carve open their throats while others used forks to tear out their own eyes. The women of the choir, along with the remaining few standing amidst the sea of overturned chairs, all proceeded towards the nearby ocean. The newly freed Orson marveled at the transformation of the sirens, witnessing their smooth human legs morphing into stunning colorful fishtails.
Just as she was on the verge of swimming away, the siren pauses to lock eyes with Orson as her companions disappear into the depths of the water. Orson listens in wonder to the siren's voice for the first time.
"Do you remember what I told you?" she asks. "I am a SIREN! Mermaids are women!" Orson jokes. They both laugh. Rising from the water, she traces her finger along his chin. "No, I’m talking about the what I said that you called insightful." Orson gazes at the scattered corpses on land and the bodies floating in the ocean.
He blushes before replying, "Nice guys finish last because they last the longest."
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Story: A man meticulously unwinds the bandages from a fragile pigeon. It coos softly in his palm as he tenderly strokes its neck. In this long-awaited moment, he theatrically raises his hand to the sky, releasing the bird, only to be jolted by a sharp crack piercing the air. He watches as feathers drift down, one by one, before recoiling at the bird's abrupt, lifeless fall.
“Ey, I’m weary of fish every night,” the scruffy sailor mutters, lowering his gun and adjusting his tricorne hat. He yaks the dead pigeon by the neck. "Oy, was that your friend, Orson?" Orson drops to his knees, eyes brimming with tears, enraged. "Gentlemen, Orson here has spent the last week nursing our dinner back to health and now has graciously agreed to gut and cook it for us. What a nice guy ey?" He tosses the bird at Orson as the crew gathers mocking him.
Orson complies, a shameful whisper escaping his lips, "Aye aye, captain."
The night grew old as the moon full. “You know, a full belly really puts me in the mood,” a sailor grunted, ambling toward the net full of fish, his hand rubbing his crotch. Inside the net was an unclothed woman with long brown hair, lifting her head from the pile of fish, clambering over the squirming creatures. She clutches the net with terror in her eyes. “The captain swore on his mother that the bitch grew legs when he caught her. I wonder if a mermaid’s booty tastes as fishy as me wife’s,” the sailor jeered, undoing his pants. The rest of the crew follows, their hips thrusting forward toward the girl.
Orson stood before the group of men, raising his hands in protest. “Step aside Orson! You keep forgetting—the nice guys finish last. So that means you can have your turn with her after we’ve all had a go.”
The captain steps between Orson and the crew declaring, “The sweet nectar that drips from the mermaid’s thighs is reserved for the king only!” The crew groans, pulling up their pants and cleared out.
Orson turned to give the captive woman a reassuring nod but was instantly ensnared by the vastness of her eyes. He stood in a complete trance, seemingly responding to nothing. “How are you talking without making noise?” he asks her, captivated not by her beauty, but by the slightest tilt of her head. “You are somehow conveying thought without words. I didn’t know mermaids were able to do that.” All her movements were profound and deliberate, even a mere blink was purposeful. After a moment of staring, he repeats what she conveyed back to her, “So you can’t talk or transform unless there’s water? A siren you say?” Tears began to swell in her eyes, followed by another familiar look of terror. Orson mirrored her expression in their nonverbal conversation before sprinting back to the captain’s quarters.
“Siren? Those are myths, and they fly, not swim. Do not let the mermaid fool you!” the captain bellowed, swigging from the pungent brown liquid in his glass. “Of course, captain, but I do believe her warning is genuine if we don’t let her go,” Orson reasoned. The captain hurled his glass across the room. “The king’s brother married a red headed mermaid. I know how competitive the royal family is. If I can make the same happen for our king, he’d reward me until the day I die. Don’t mess this up for—”
Orson and the captain pause. It is faint, but a low, graceful harmony gently brushes through the ship's halls. Orson lowers his gaze, shaking his head in grim realization as the captain rushes to his arsenal. Orson clenches the barrel of the captain’s loaded rifle, forcing it downward. The captain retaliates with a blunt strike to Orson’s head. He immediately crumbles to the ground. The soothing tune that crescendoed deepened his weary state. As his vision fades, he deciphers the captain’s silent words: “We have a squeeze for the king, so we’ll just help ourselves to her mermaid friends.”
Orson awoke, finding himself lying on his side in a cell, face to face with a woman who met his gaze. He held his throbbing head, sitting himself up. "It's nice to see you outside of the net," he remarked softly. The woman remained silent, her eyes speaking volumes. Orson studied her every movement, interpreting each twitch and gesture as if they were words themselves. "Thank you, but nice is the last thing I should've been. If I had resisted a bit more than I had, perhaps you could've been free," he mused regretfully. She communicated her disagreement with a gentle shake of her head, cracking a slight smile tenderly stroking her hair as a response.
Confused, Orson echoed her unspoken question. "I don’t know. Tell me, why do you think he was right about the nice guys finishing last thing?" The woman traces her finger around Orson’s lips and down his chin, a sensual gesture that made him swallow nervously as he listened to her response in his mind. "A very insightful mermaid, aren’t ya—?" Orson pauses as if interrupted, “Sorry, yes, I forgot. You’re a sirin and mermaids are women, I won’t forget it again,” he replied, feeling a palpable attraction between them.
Orson glanced at the terrified sailor standing guard outside the cell. Before he could inquire about the commotion on the deck of the ship, a haunting melody ominously reverberated throughout the vessel again. Orson and the siren exchanged uneasy glances. The sailor pivoted to unbar the cell door, "The captain's likely done for. Take care of her," he commanded, gesturing toward the woman with his rifle, "and join me in dealing with the rest of these wretched creatures." The sailor left.
As Orson and the woman crept up the stairs to the deck, she tore off a pieces of his shirt stuffing it into his ears. He obeyed without question. On deck, hidden in a shadowy corner behind barrels was the captain cowering, hands clamped over his ears. Through the thick fog smothering the ship, Orson saw men shuffling like the undead. The dark hymn persisted, driving each sailor to the edge where they plunged themselves into the mercy waters.
Orson, gripped by terror, stared toward the source of the haunting melody. In the distance, shrouded in mist, a woman lounged on a rock with one foot seductively pointed toward him. The arch of her back and the way she caressed her neck and collarbone drew him in, until a piercing note from the siren beside him shattered his focus. The powerful voices of the two cut through the darkness as they battle for Orson’s control.
Then, an echoing gunshot silenced everything. In the ensuing silence, Orson watches in horror as the distant woman falls off the rock and collapses into the water. The smoke trail was traced back to the captain’s rifle. Orson and the girl raised their arms in surrender. “I warned you, the mermaid is the king’s property!” The captain growled, aiming his gun at them. He then snatched a coil of rope from his belt and hurled it over. “Mr. Nice Guy, would you be so kind? Tie up your mermaid girlfriend as well,” the captain demanded with venomous sarcasm.
His smug stance faltered as the deafening sound of splintering wood tore into the side of the ship. Startled, he fumbled to reload his gun while Orson and the siren stood frozen, awaiting the horror that was climbing aboard. A woman, draped in ragged clothing fashioned from sea debris, leapt onto the deck with feral grace. She turns to the siren, “How dare you sing against your own kind for this simpleton!
The captain’s interference only ignited her fury further. “—I’ll be damned. Mermaids really can transform into people!”
She turned on the captain with blazing eyes. “For the last time, I am a SIREN! Mermaids are women!”
As swiftly as she came onboard, she was violently thrown off. A single bullet between the eyes from the captain was all it took for the woman to erupt in agony. Orson and the siren could only watch as the sea woman thrashed, her screams piercing the night. Foam bubbled from her mouth, and her legs twisted back into a jagged fishtail before the captain tossed her lifeless body back into the dark, churning water.
"Now, where were we?" he sneered, gesturing to the rope at their feet.
The sirens swimming amidst the ship were forced to stand down by their leader. Not because they lacked the power to kill the captain in an instant, but because of the gun he had shoved in the face of one of their own still onboard. Orson and the woman, eyes wide with terror, helplessly tied themselves up under the menacing gaze of the gun.
They sat in fear for their lives all night until they reached the city, bathed in the golden hues of the early morning sunshine. The beating sun didn’t bring solace to Orson; it more of a cruel prelude to the hell that awaited him.
Orson was condemned to death for defending the siren, deemed an act of treason for meddling with the king’s property. The girl, deemed "blessed" was forced into marriage with the king. The wedding and beheading were set to occur at the same ceremony. Both saw the day as the ultimate mockery of life; an forced arranged marriage and an unjust death intertwined into an agonizing spectacle.
Orson stained the once-beautiful paved brick path with a long streak of blood as he was dragged to the altar. He endured relentless beatings and vile insults from the townspeople as they spat and heckled. Not too far behind, escorted by the king’s knight, was the siren adorned in nothing but sheer fabric. The crowd erupted in applause and lewd whistles at her alluring figure visible through the transparent gown. Despite facing imminent death with his head resting on the guillotine, the overwhelming sense of shame and helplessness Orson felt for her tore at his heart.
It was only when he noticed discreet glances between the siren and some of the townswomen did the knots in his stomach begin to loosen. “Who knew mermaids had a mountain of a backside? She’ll be my favorite plaything yet, ey?” chuckled the king. Orson glares at the king towering beside him with a soft smirks. “She’s a siren. Mermaids are women you incompetent twat.” he hisses. The king didn't catch his precise words but responded with a snarl for speaking out of turn.
On cue, the king’s choir commenced the ceremony, sparing Orson another blow across the face. Listening intently, he noticed the peculiar nature of the song. It was angelic yet aggressive. The heavenly voices wavered, infused with a fierce yet mesmerizing melody. Several women in the crowd chimed in. Sensing the shift, the siren that stood before the king as his bride swiftly turned to Orson, stuffing cotton into his ears. The king’s hand clasps around the siren’s neck, his grasp tight. “You deceitful mermaids think you can outsmart me. I see through your tricks!” He points to the cotton in his ears.
Meeting the king’s gaze head-on, the siren communicates a silent message that echoed loud and clear in the minds of all those nearby.
“For the last time, I am a SIREN! Mermaids are women!”
With a single motion, she swipes a small blade concealed beneath her bosom and slashes the king’s throat. The gruesome sight of the king gurgling for air as blood spilled from his lips drove the women in the audience to flee in terror. Meanwhile the men, ensnared by the choir’s song, descended into a frenzy of gruesome acts.
With empty eyes, there were men that stumbled into the ocean’s embrace, drowning themselves. Others doused themselves in oil, igniting their bodies in flames. Some resorted to using butter knives to carve open their throats while others used forks to tear out their own eyes. The women of the choir, along with the remaining few standing amidst the sea of overturned chairs, all proceeded towards the nearby ocean. The newly freed Orson marveled at the transformation of the sirens, witnessing their smooth human legs morphing into stunning colorful fishtails.
Just as she was on the verge of swimming away, the siren pauses to lock eyes with Orson as her companions disappear into the depths of the water. Orson listens in wonder to the siren's voice for the first time.
"Do you remember what I told you?" she asks. "I am a SIREN! Mermaids are women!" Orson jokes. They both laugh. Rising from the water, she traces her finger along his chin. "No, I’m talking about the what I said that you called insightful." Orson gazes at the scattered corpses on land and the bodies floating in the ocean.
He blushes before replying, "Nice guys finish last because they last the longest."
2024.06.07 19:06 JulieG350Jgs Protect your energy, reclaim your Soul, and heal Ancestral Wounds by healing Yourself.
Protecting your energy is protecting your soul from negative, toxic, Soul Destructive people: past, present and future, living AND deceased: Generational Curses/Familial Sins = Karma
To save and restore oneself, energetic cords must be broken and dissolved. Changes must be made both mentally, spiritually, and psychologically. One must unlearn in order to Relearn. The programmed worldy ego will always keep you trapped until you start learning how to deprogram and reprogram it.
Everything stored in your ego was ingrained, programmed, Indoctrinated into you by OTHERS who didn't really have your best interest at heart. Not everyone that's been placed in your life was meant for YOUR good, but as lessons learned through trials, testing, tribulations to create growth and knowledge NOT to regress, suppress, nor stuck in wounded self-victimization.
Some people find offense in being told the truth that we've ALL been Indoctrinated, brainwashed, by every institution we've been made a part of and pushed by our parents/family maybe unknowingly, but yet it still happened. So you don't like to acknowledge that then your only further harming yourself. Many families were not aware of what they were doing at the time because they were more fixated on following and obeying the "rules/rituals, fake manmade laws, and they only blindly and obediently "complied".
This isn't to blame, shame, nor vilify anyone as that's not the purpose of Truth. Truth is to point out errors and alert to changes that must be made to "right" a wrong. Truth isn't meant to be comfortable, especially to those who hold onto falsehoods and the illusions of delusions. The Truth is the only way forward.
Real genuine growth and wisdom can only be created through chaos, as chaos triggers growth, knowledge = wisdom. Through chaos comes beauty. Like Volcanic eruptions are very Destructive, yet they also create the most beautiful landscapes when the destruction ceases.
Maybe you might find it helpful to imagine yourself as your own little volcano. Occasional eruptions to shake you up are necessary to break you out of a self-destructive streak or for you to break free from Destructive relationships, to then create a beautiful landscape eventually. Volcanic eruptions are seen as the earth purging itself from an overloaded toxic build-up of poisonous sulphuric acid and molten lava, and oftentimes, the release brings calmness and tranquility afterwards.
Nobody and Nothing can do it for you. You must do it on your own.
Free Will Choice is the Universal Law, and whatever you choose will be honored.
Caveat: If you choose to do nothing and let things continue to be as you are programmed into accepting as "normal" and not needing changed, there will be no "rescue" as you made your choice. You have therefore chosen to remain conformed to this world, and therefore, you will be ruled by this world, corruption wars disharmony intolerance destruction and all, and you'll go down with the ship.
There NEVER has been a being that will "rescue" anyone. That's a Soul Trap intentionally set up to entice people into NEVER awakening to their TRUE Potential as the "savior" agenda was intentionally used to harvest souls for the power of darkness = the soulless corrupted otherworldly beings.
Those who choose to make the changes will also not be "rescued" as they've already rescued themselves by being conscious and choosing to elevate/evolve from a lower mindset to a higher mindset and state of being. You chose not to conform to this world. Therefore, you will gain absolute freedom and unification with ALL that "IS" and soar to vast new heights never before, though possible. Free from the confines and artificial manmade "laws/dictates/doctrines." You will be safe because this old world will no longer be able to control you nor hold you back = it can not touch you.
Only YOU can heal Generational Karma or not. Only YOU can heal yourself or not. Your choice and nobody else's. God can never do it for you as God NEVER breaks the Universal Law of Free Will. Your choice will be honored either way.
Therefore, YOU are in charge of your OWN destiny, and you are the captain of your own ship. It's up to you if you sail off into the horizon, or to capsize and sink like many generations before you.
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7 Smart Ways to Deal with Toxic People
Don’t let toxic people rent space in your head. Raise the rent and get them out of there.
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9 Ways to Find Peace of Mind in Tough Times
Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass, it’s about learning to dance in the rain. — Vivian Greene
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3 Daily Habits that Often Drain 90 Percent of Our True Potential (Week After Week)
“In the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years.”
How often do you engage in the exchange of valueless gossip? How often are you thinking about other things when someone is talking to you? Do you check social media apps on your phone when you’re working, or when you’re spending time with loved ones? Do you send text messages while driving?
Put your whole heart and soul into something…
Not into tomorrow’s opportunities, but the opportunity right in front of you.
Not into tomorrow’s tasks, but today’s tasks.
Not into tomorrow’s run, but today’s run.
Not into tomorrow’s conversations, but today’s conversations.
When you let everything and everyone breathe, you just let them be, exactly as they are. You don’t need to control them, worry about them, or change them. You just let them breathe, in peace, and you accept them as they are.
https://www.marcandangel.com/2024/06/06/4-little-things-that-will-matter-a-lot-more-to-you-in-40-years/
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Gossip Isn’t Good for You
Loosely defined, gossip is talking about someone from your family, work, church, or community behind their back, and typically in a way, you would not want them to overhear. Gossip is toxic, low vibrational behavior that never leaves you feeling good, so why do it? It’s a classic human error. Wasting our precious energy, boosting the signal of things we find distasteful, increasing behaviors that make us feel hostile, tired, and sad.
Gossip often feels like the only recourse for those with no power, or insufficient power to enact change in a situation. You don’t like a situation, but instead of rising, you take the temporary false sense of empowerment from gossiping and sink deeper in. When you talk shit, you bring that same ugly, dense, destructive energy into your own life. You make a home for something rotten,
Gossiping seems to relieve bad feelings, but in reality, it intensifies them. Validation is one seemingly-pleasing outcome of gossip that often rots on the vine once you’re alone.
Words have power. Let me say that one more time. WORDS. HAVE. POWER. Don’t waste your power calling negative energy into your life. Next time you’re tempted to gossip, try something different
https://community.thriveglobal.com/gossip-isnt-good-for-you/
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The psychology of gossip..and it’s not good
Gossip is entitlement Gossip shows low self-esteem Whenever you are tempted to share intimate or personal details about someone with others, weigh your intentions and ask yourself some hard questions -
1] How does passing this information help you or that other person? 2] Are you sharing this information out of malice or envy?
Is this really necessary? Is the information your sharing a life or death situation? If not it's of no real importance to anyone because it has no constructive service, only destructive
https://medium.com/@muktimasih/the-psychology-of-gossip-and-its-not-good-35eff5f8c37e
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Signs of Low Emotional Intelligence
A Need to Be Right Oblivious to Others' Feelings Insensitivity Blaming Others Poor Coping Skills
https://www.verywellmind.com/signs-of-low-emotional-intelligence-2795958
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Signs Of Low Emotional Intelligence & How To Overcome Them
Emotional intelligence (EI) refers to your ability to understand and manage your own and other people’s emotions. So low emotional intelligence would mean those who are unable to comprehend and control their own emotions and may struggle to relate to others
Goleman identified five components of EI.
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What to Know About People with Toxic Traits
What causes toxic behavior?
So, people with parents who have toxic traits may be more likely to have those characteristics, too
On the other hand, some people with toxic traits may behave poorly because of past trauma, a dysfunctional family life, or substance use. A person’s inability to process stress and grief can sometimes transform into toxicity towards others.
This may be because they’re able to portray themselves as hard workers, manipulate and exploit others, or cheat their way into getting what they want.
A person with toxic traits may be:
judgmental needy mean dishonest denialist narcissistic controlling calculating verbally or physically abusive emotionally inconsistent
Examples of toxic behavior
Lying and dramatizing Belittling or criticizing Asking for pity or sympathy Failing to take responsibility Isolating you from other people Gaslighting and manipulation
https://psychcentral.com/health/things-you-absolutely-must-know-about-toxic-people#signs
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How to Deal effectively once and for all with energetic soul killing toxic people while healing yourself simultaneously. You gotta cut Energetic Cords if you truly want real peace, freedom, and joy, and a holistic state of mind/body/soul. It doesn't mean you hate them. It only means you choose to respect and honor yourself for once. If you can't choose to honor and respect yourself first and foremost, nobody else NEVER will. You will always get back from others what you believe, feel, and treat yourself and how you ALLOW others,to treat you.
Link contains information about how everything in creation is connected energetically through light, colors, sounds, vibrational frequencies/energy through Quantum Physics = the Living Language of God, Source of ALL creation.
Everything is constantly in motion, everything is always connected, nothing is separate: we are ALL connected to everyone and everything in creation throughout the entire Universe.
https://www.reddit.comJulieG350Jgs/s/MMql76SEpb
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5 Ways to Protect Yourself from Energy Vampires
Recognize toxic people in your life and take your energy back.
The important thing to keep in mind about energies is that we always pay back whatever we take. It’s also true the other way around, we receive a “positive interest on our energy investment” when we uplift someone.
The moment you emotionally react to energy vampires, they begin stealing your energy.
You leak your energy when you have a negative emotional reaction to something.
How to protect yourself from energy vampires?
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Energetic Cord Cutting
Cord cutting is a spiritual practice that involves severing emotional ties with people to release negative energy and move forward. It can be a way for empaths, who may be highly attuned to the emotions of others, to heal from past relationships and protect their own energy.
Here are some steps you can take to cut an energetic cord with someeone:
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How to Cut an Unhealthy Bond with Someone
https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/the-empaths-survival-guide/201707/how-cut-unhealthy-bond-someone
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BPDFamily.com https://bpdfamily.com › m... Cords, Hooks and Drains
Cutting Cords, Hooks, and Drains from toxic people
https://bpdfamily.com/message_board/index.php?topic=229528.0
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Cord Cutting Ritual: What It Is and How to Do It
As we move through our lives — growing, learning, evolving — we must necessarily let go of that which no longer serves us. When we let go, we create space. This space is that of potential, of possibility.
Key takeaways:
Cord cutting is a practice to sever unhelpful emotional ties.
It’s a tool for healing and moving forward from past relationships.
The ritual involves grounding, visualization, symbolic severing, and energy cleansing.
Success signs include relief, peace, and increased energy.
The focus is on changing your own energy, not the other person’s.
***Ready to begin? Dive in quickly with this 4.8-star cord cutting meditation from Insight Timer teacher, Jessie Weeks.
https://insighttimer.com/blog/cutting-energy-cords/
***Cord Cutting Meditation
https://insighttimer.com/jessweeks/guided-meditations/cord-cutting_1
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Why Cut Cords of Attachment to Crazy Moms?
Why Cut Cords of Attachment to Crazy Moms? With all you have done to deal with that crazy from your past, why would it still make a big difference to Cut that Cord of attachment?
Any major Cord of Attachment is worth cutting in a personal Session. Every minor cord of attachment is worth cutting, too. What else do you know about the importance of cutting cords if you’ve studied with me?
Each cord of attachment has a distinctive pattern of energy, what I call a “Dialog Box.” One of my 12 Steps to Cut Cords of Attachment® involves catching this information while it is fresh, writing it down, discussing it with the client.
Cords of Attachment to Mothers with Mental Health Problems
“Claudia”‘s mother had been diagnosed as schizophrenic, going in and out of hospitals often during Claudia’s childhood.
“Marissa”‘s mother died when she was two. Relatives had darkly hinted to Marissa that there was something troubling about that mother and, oboy, did that ever become clear.
Why Cut Cords of Attachment to Crazy Moms?
Cords of Attachment in the Womb
One of the problems of having a mother with mental illness is that the baby receives imprinting through the cord of attachment. For Marissa, these were the first three items in her Dialog Box
Rage at everyone and everything. (Absorbed in the womb, through the cord of attachment.)
Feeling threatened, put on the defensive by other people’s behavior, sudden changes in temperature, any sudden change. (Again, absorbed in the womb, through the cord of attachment.)
Desire to get even with people for any imagined slight or insult. (Yes, this Cord Item, like the other two, had a completely different texture than the rest of the cord of attachment. These patterns were set up right from the start.)
Why Cut Cords of Attachment to Crazy Moms? Almost Unimaginable Pain It’s hard to imagine the pain of living with mental illness unless you’ve been there. You could have a cord of attachment to a parent, a child, a husband or wife who has severe problems — and form that cord long before you become aware there is even a problem.
Sometimes I like to call cutting cords to the mentally ill… part of the process of becoming a “Craziness Survivor.”
The anguish of becoming a Craziness Survivor includes the moment when it hits you. This person in your life is either out of control, chronically mentally ill, going through a breakdown, maybe all three at once.
And, sometimes, this moment of realization, in all its anguish, is what sticks in a cord of attachment.
If, like many readers of this blog, you happen to have a gift as an Empath, the anguish will be magnified many times over… and then all that suffering will become stuck in the cord of attachment.
https://www.rose-rosetree.com/blog/2008/10/25/why-cut-cords-attachment-crazy/
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Cords and Decording: releasing the burdens and unhealthy connections
What is cording?
But it is not just something that babies and ‘weak’ people do. Couples arguing for long periods of time cord. Frustrated bosses and unhappy reports do. Some of the most pervasive corders I have met have been very powerful business men. So obsessed with their work, with so much of their energy tied up in winning power- struggles, they often have no idea at all how to connect with another person when it comes to relationships, so they cord them in an attempt to make contact or get their needs met. Rapists and their victims cord each other, on one side due to the monstrous extent to which they cut off from their own internal life and relieve themselves by attacking others, and on the other side by the enormity of the catastrophic disruption of self that occurs when being invaded by so much hostility and sadism.
There are four basic kinds of cords:
The ones you throw because you are trying to help them. The ones they grab at you with to get something from you. The ones you throw because you feel overwhelmed and hurt by them. The ones they throw at you because they have been trying to avoid some of their own baggage by taking it out on you.
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How to spot (and deal with) an energy vampire
Energy vampires most often target those who are sensitive and compassionate — and likely to lend a listening ear.
They leave you feeling drained after every conversation. They want your nonstop attention and the conversation is always about them. They may be charming, charismatic and the life-of-the-party personality. They also may cheat. They may lie. And it’s probably someone else’s fault when something goes wrong.
These are some (but certainly not all) of the traits you might run across in someone who is an “energy vampire.”
Some energy vampires may have inherited those character traits from a parent and they’re unaware of how their behavior affects others.
Spending too much time with energy vampires can make you sick What makes energy vampires so toxic is that they can be sources of chronic stress, says Northrup. Especially if the energy vampire is someone you can’t avoid — such as a spouse, a parent or a boss — constantly having your energy drained by that individual is a stressor, she says.
And that type of chronic stress is well known to have pretty deleterious effects on multiple systems in the body, including the immune, cardiovascular, neuroendocrine and central nervous systems.
Evidence shows that people under chronic stress are at a higher risk of chronic problems ranging from autoimmune diseases to heart disease, obesity and depression.
“They’re a health risk,” Northrup says about the energy vampires in our lives.
How to vanquish energy vampires (or at least not get sucked dry)
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Cutting Ties with Toxic Family Members: An Act of Self-Care By Dr. Sharon Martin
Cutting ties with your family is difficult–and not what most people want. But sometimes it’s the only way to save your sanity and heal the emotional pain caused by a “toxic”* or abusive family.
Cutting ties with toxic family members is an act of self-care. Not something you do because you’re mean or spiteful. It’s something you do to protect your physical and mental health.
When is it appropriate to cut ties with a family member?
Toxic people disrupt your life and other relationships with behaviors such as these:
5 Reasons we struggle to cut ties with a toxic family member
I think we can all agree that no one deserves to be abused. So, why do we give our family members a free pass? Why do we think we should tolerate such hurtful behavior from them?
It sucks to have to choose between yourself and your family members. It really does. But this is the reality. Remaining in a relationship with a toxic person is potentially harmful to your emotional and physical health and relationships
Tips for cutting ties with toxic family members
**Acknowledge that it’s abusive. You need to stop minimizing and denying the harm that your family member has caused.
**Give up the fantasy that they will change.
**Grieve the loss of having the kind of relationship you wanted with this person. Grieve the loss of having the parent/sibling/grandparent that you needed and deserved.
**Get support from a therapist, support group or 12-step group, or friend who’s experienced similar issues with their family. (Unfortunately, many friends mean well, but don’t “get it” and inadvertently add to our shame and guilt with judgmental comments or unrealistic expectations.)
https://www.livewellwithsharonmartin.com/cutting-ties-with-toxic-family/
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7 Types of Toxic People and How to Spot Them
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To save and restore oneself, energetic cords must be broken and dissolved. Changes must be made both mentally, spiritually, and psychologically. One must unlearn in order to Relearn. The programmed worldy ego will always keep you trapped until you start learning how to deprogram and reprogram it.
Everything stored in your ego was ingrained, programmed, Indoctrinated into you by OTHERS who didn't really have your best interest at heart. Not everyone that's been placed in your life was meant for YOUR good, but as lessons learned through trials, testing, tribulations to create growth and knowledge NOT to regress, suppress, nor stuck in wounded self-victimization.
Some people find offense in being told the truth that we've ALL been Indoctrinated, brainwashed, by every institution we've been made a part of and pushed by our parents/family maybe unknowingly, but yet it still happened. So you don't like to acknowledge that then your only further harming yourself. Many families were not aware of what they were doing at the time because they were more fixated on following and obeying the "rules/rituals, fake manmade laws, and they only blindly and obediently "complied".
This isn't to blame, shame, nor vilify anyone as that's not the purpose of Truth. Truth is to point out errors and alert to changes that must be made to "right" a wrong. Truth isn't meant to be comfortable, especially to those who hold onto falsehoods and the illusions of delusions. The Truth is the only way forward.
Real genuine growth and wisdom can only be created through chaos, as chaos triggers growth, knowledge = wisdom. Through chaos comes beauty. Like Volcanic eruptions are very Destructive, yet they also create the most beautiful landscapes when the destruction ceases.
Maybe you might find it helpful to imagine yourself as your own little volcano. Occasional eruptions to shake you up are necessary to break you out of a self-destructive streak or for you to break free from Destructive relationships, to then create a beautiful landscape eventually. Volcanic eruptions are seen as the earth purging itself from an overloaded toxic build-up of poisonous sulphuric acid and molten lava, and oftentimes, the release brings calmness and tranquility afterwards.
Nobody and Nothing can do it for you. You must do it on your own.
Free Will Choice is the Universal Law, and whatever you choose will be honored.
Caveat: If you choose to do nothing and let things continue to be as you are programmed into accepting as "normal" and not needing changed, there will be no "rescue" as you made your choice. You have therefore chosen to remain conformed to this world, and therefore, you will be ruled by this world, corruption wars disharmony intolerance destruction and all, and you'll go down with the ship.
There NEVER has been a being that will "rescue" anyone. That's a Soul Trap intentionally set up to entice people into NEVER awakening to their TRUE Potential as the "savior" agenda was intentionally used to harvest souls for the power of darkness = the soulless corrupted otherworldly beings.
Those who choose to make the changes will also not be "rescued" as they've already rescued themselves by being conscious and choosing to elevate/evolve from a lower mindset to a higher mindset and state of being. You chose not to conform to this world. Therefore, you will gain absolute freedom and unification with ALL that "IS" and soar to vast new heights never before, though possible. Free from the confines and artificial manmade "laws/dictates/doctrines." You will be safe because this old world will no longer be able to control you nor hold you back = it can not touch you.
Only YOU can heal Generational Karma or not. Only YOU can heal yourself or not. Your choice and nobody else's. God can never do it for you as God NEVER breaks the Universal Law of Free Will. Your choice will be honored either way.
Therefore, YOU are in charge of your OWN destiny, and you are the captain of your own ship. It's up to you if you sail off into the horizon, or to capsize and sink like many generations before you.
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7 Smart Ways to Deal with Toxic People
Don’t let toxic people rent space in your head. Raise the rent and get them out of there.
- Move on without them.
- Stop pretending their toxic behavior is OK.
- Speak up!
- Put your foot down
- Don’t take their toxic behavior personally.
- Practice practical compassion
- Take time for yourself.
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9 Ways to Find Peace of Mind in Tough Times
Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass, it’s about learning to dance in the rain. — Vivian Greene
- Learn to trust yourself.
- Focus on what you’re learning
- Ease your expectations.
- Open up to someone you trust
- Use hope to drive positive action.
- Move TOWARDS something instead of AWAY.
- Take a few steps back
- Give yourself time
- Look for the beginning in every ending.
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3 Daily Habits that Often Drain 90 Percent of Our True Potential (Week After Week)
“In the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years.”
- Treating every day as though it’s “just another day.”
How often do you engage in the exchange of valueless gossip? How often are you thinking about other things when someone is talking to you? Do you check social media apps on your phone when you’re working, or when you’re spending time with loved ones? Do you send text messages while driving?
- Waiting and hoping to “find” something to be passionate about.
Put your whole heart and soul into something…
Not into tomorrow’s opportunities, but the opportunity right in front of you.
Not into tomorrow’s tasks, but today’s tasks.
Not into tomorrow’s run, but today’s run.
Not into tomorrow’s conversations, but today’s conversations.
- Being too close and controlling every single step of the way.
When you let everything and everyone breathe, you just let them be, exactly as they are. You don’t need to control them, worry about them, or change them. You just let them breathe, in peace, and you accept them as they are.
https://www.marcandangel.com/2024/06/06/4-little-things-that-will-matter-a-lot-more-to-you-in-40-years/
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Gossip Isn’t Good for You
Loosely defined, gossip is talking about someone from your family, work, church, or community behind their back, and typically in a way, you would not want them to overhear. Gossip is toxic, low vibrational behavior that never leaves you feeling good, so why do it? It’s a classic human error. Wasting our precious energy, boosting the signal of things we find distasteful, increasing behaviors that make us feel hostile, tired, and sad.
Gossip often feels like the only recourse for those with no power, or insufficient power to enact change in a situation. You don’t like a situation, but instead of rising, you take the temporary false sense of empowerment from gossiping and sink deeper in. When you talk shit, you bring that same ugly, dense, destructive energy into your own life. You make a home for something rotten,
Gossiping seems to relieve bad feelings, but in reality, it intensifies them. Validation is one seemingly-pleasing outcome of gossip that often rots on the vine once you’re alone.
Words have power. Let me say that one more time. WORDS. HAVE. POWER. Don’t waste your power calling negative energy into your life. Next time you’re tempted to gossip, try something different
https://community.thriveglobal.com/gossip-isnt-good-for-you/
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The psychology of gossip..and it’s not good
Gossip is entitlement Gossip shows low self-esteem Whenever you are tempted to share intimate or personal details about someone with others, weigh your intentions and ask yourself some hard questions -
1] How does passing this information help you or that other person? 2] Are you sharing this information out of malice or envy?
Is this really necessary? Is the information your sharing a life or death situation? If not it's of no real importance to anyone because it has no constructive service, only destructive
https://medium.com/@muktimasih/the-psychology-of-gossip-and-its-not-good-35eff5f8c37e
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Signs of Low Emotional Intelligence
A Need to Be Right Oblivious to Others' Feelings Insensitivity Blaming Others Poor Coping Skills
https://www.verywellmind.com/signs-of-low-emotional-intelligence-2795958
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Signs Of Low Emotional Intelligence & How To Overcome Them
Emotional intelligence (EI) refers to your ability to understand and manage your own and other people’s emotions. So low emotional intelligence would mean those who are unable to comprehend and control their own emotions and may struggle to relate to others
Goleman identified five components of EI.
1. Self-awareness
2. Self-regulation
3. Motivation
4. Empathy
5. Social skills
What are the signs someone has low emotional intelligence?1. Low Self-awareness
2. Low Self-regulation
3. Limited Motivation
4. Lack of Empathy
- Poor Social Skills
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What to Know About People with Toxic Traits
What causes toxic behavior?
1. Nature
Research suggests that these negative traits are at least partially genetic, passed from parent to child. Other studiesTrusted Source have shown that personality traits overall are moderately heritable.So, people with parents who have toxic traits may be more likely to have those characteristics, too
2. Nurture
One studyTrusted Source found that being overprotected, pampered, or praised excessively in childhood can be associated with more narcissistic personality traits and feelings of entitlement.On the other hand, some people with toxic traits may behave poorly because of past trauma, a dysfunctional family life, or substance use. A person’s inability to process stress and grief can sometimes transform into toxicity towards others.
3. Mental health conditions
Not all people with these traits have mental health conditions, but for some, conditions like personality disorders, bipolar disorder, or post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) can be the underlying cause of their behavior.4. Positive reinforcement
Research suggests that even though they’re not actually better at their jobs, employees with toxic traits might be more likely to receive higher salaries and be promoted into leadership positions.This may be because they’re able to portray themselves as hard workers, manipulate and exploit others, or cheat their way into getting what they want.
A person with toxic traits may be:
judgmental needy mean dishonest denialist narcissistic controlling calculating verbally or physically abusive emotionally inconsistent
Examples of toxic behavior
Lying and dramatizing Belittling or criticizing Asking for pity or sympathy Failing to take responsibility Isolating you from other people Gaslighting and manipulation
https://psychcentral.com/health/things-you-absolutely-must-know-about-toxic-people#signs
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How to Deal effectively once and for all with energetic soul killing toxic people while healing yourself simultaneously. You gotta cut Energetic Cords if you truly want real peace, freedom, and joy, and a holistic state of mind/body/soul. It doesn't mean you hate them. It only means you choose to respect and honor yourself for once. If you can't choose to honor and respect yourself first and foremost, nobody else NEVER will. You will always get back from others what you believe, feel, and treat yourself and how you ALLOW others,to treat you.
Link contains information about how everything in creation is connected energetically through light, colors, sounds, vibrational frequencies/energy through Quantum Physics = the Living Language of God, Source of ALL creation.
Everything is constantly in motion, everything is always connected, nothing is separate: we are ALL connected to everyone and everything in creation throughout the entire Universe.
https://www.reddit.comJulieG350Jgs/s/MMql76SEpb
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5 Ways to Protect Yourself from Energy Vampires
Recognize toxic people in your life and take your energy back.
The important thing to keep in mind about energies is that we always pay back whatever we take. It’s also true the other way around, we receive a “positive interest on our energy investment” when we uplift someone.
The moment you emotionally react to energy vampires, they begin stealing your energy.
You leak your energy when you have a negative emotional reaction to something.
How to protect yourself from energy vampires?
- Learn to say no
- Become aware of your energies
- Your energy stays with you.
- Love is the strongest energy
- Cord cutting
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Energetic Cord Cutting
Cord cutting is a spiritual practice that involves severing emotional ties with people to release negative energy and move forward. It can be a way for empaths, who may be highly attuned to the emotions of others, to heal from past relationships and protect their own energy.
Here are some steps you can take to cut an energetic cord with someeone:
- Ground yourself: Use meditation or breathwork to calm yourself
- Visualize the cord: Picture a cord of light connecting you to the other person
- Express gratitude: Thank the other person for what you've learned from the relationship, even if it was difficult
- Cut the cord: Say something like "It's time to break our bonds" and visualize cutting the cord with scissors
- Cleanse your energy: Finish by cleansing your energy field
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How to Cut an Unhealthy Bond with Someone
- Practice a Partial Cord Cutting Visualization
- Practice a Complete Cord Cutting Visualization
https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/the-empaths-survival-guide/201707/how-cut-unhealthy-bond-someone
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BPDFamily.com https://bpdfamily.com › m... Cords, Hooks and Drains
Cutting Cords, Hooks, and Drains from toxic people
https://bpdfamily.com/message_board/index.php?topic=229528.0
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Cord Cutting Ritual: What It Is and How to Do It
As we move through our lives — growing, learning, evolving — we must necessarily let go of that which no longer serves us. When we let go, we create space. This space is that of potential, of possibility.
Key takeaways:
Cord cutting is a practice to sever unhelpful emotional ties.
It’s a tool for healing and moving forward from past relationships.
The ritual involves grounding, visualization, symbolic severing, and energy cleansing.
Success signs include relief, peace, and increased energy.
The focus is on changing your own energy, not the other person’s.
***Ready to begin? Dive in quickly with this 4.8-star cord cutting meditation from Insight Timer teacher, Jessie Weeks.
https://insighttimer.com/blog/cutting-energy-cords/
***Cord Cutting Meditation
https://insighttimer.com/jessweeks/guided-meditations/cord-cutting_1
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Why Cut Cords of Attachment to Crazy Moms?
Why Cut Cords of Attachment to Crazy Moms? With all you have done to deal with that crazy from your past, why would it still make a big difference to Cut that Cord of attachment?
Any major Cord of Attachment is worth cutting in a personal Session. Every minor cord of attachment is worth cutting, too. What else do you know about the importance of cutting cords if you’ve studied with me?
Each cord of attachment has a distinctive pattern of energy, what I call a “Dialog Box.” One of my 12 Steps to Cut Cords of Attachment® involves catching this information while it is fresh, writing it down, discussing it with the client.
Cords of Attachment to Mothers with Mental Health Problems
“Claudia”‘s mother had been diagnosed as schizophrenic, going in and out of hospitals often during Claudia’s childhood.
“Marissa”‘s mother died when she was two. Relatives had darkly hinted to Marissa that there was something troubling about that mother and, oboy, did that ever become clear.
Why Cut Cords of Attachment to Crazy Moms?
Cords of Attachment in the Womb
One of the problems of having a mother with mental illness is that the baby receives imprinting through the cord of attachment. For Marissa, these were the first three items in her Dialog Box
Rage at everyone and everything. (Absorbed in the womb, through the cord of attachment.)
Feeling threatened, put on the defensive by other people’s behavior, sudden changes in temperature, any sudden change. (Again, absorbed in the womb, through the cord of attachment.)
Desire to get even with people for any imagined slight or insult. (Yes, this Cord Item, like the other two, had a completely different texture than the rest of the cord of attachment. These patterns were set up right from the start.)
Why Cut Cords of Attachment to Crazy Moms? Almost Unimaginable Pain It’s hard to imagine the pain of living with mental illness unless you’ve been there. You could have a cord of attachment to a parent, a child, a husband or wife who has severe problems — and form that cord long before you become aware there is even a problem.
Sometimes I like to call cutting cords to the mentally ill… part of the process of becoming a “Craziness Survivor.”
The anguish of becoming a Craziness Survivor includes the moment when it hits you. This person in your life is either out of control, chronically mentally ill, going through a breakdown, maybe all three at once.
And, sometimes, this moment of realization, in all its anguish, is what sticks in a cord of attachment.
If, like many readers of this blog, you happen to have a gift as an Empath, the anguish will be magnified many times over… and then all that suffering will become stuck in the cord of attachment.
https://www.rose-rosetree.com/blog/2008/10/25/why-cut-cords-attachment-crazy/
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Cords and Decording: releasing the burdens and unhealthy connections
What is cording?
But it is not just something that babies and ‘weak’ people do. Couples arguing for long periods of time cord. Frustrated bosses and unhappy reports do. Some of the most pervasive corders I have met have been very powerful business men. So obsessed with their work, with so much of their energy tied up in winning power- struggles, they often have no idea at all how to connect with another person when it comes to relationships, so they cord them in an attempt to make contact or get their needs met. Rapists and their victims cord each other, on one side due to the monstrous extent to which they cut off from their own internal life and relieve themselves by attacking others, and on the other side by the enormity of the catastrophic disruption of self that occurs when being invaded by so much hostility and sadism.
There are four basic kinds of cords:
The ones you throw because you are trying to help them. The ones they grab at you with to get something from you. The ones you throw because you feel overwhelmed and hurt by them. The ones they throw at you because they have been trying to avoid some of their own baggage by taking it out on you.
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How to spot (and deal with) an energy vampire
Energy vampires most often target those who are sensitive and compassionate — and likely to lend a listening ear.
They leave you feeling drained after every conversation. They want your nonstop attention and the conversation is always about them. They may be charming, charismatic and the life-of-the-party personality. They also may cheat. They may lie. And it’s probably someone else’s fault when something goes wrong.
These are some (but certainly not all) of the traits you might run across in someone who is an “energy vampire.”
Some energy vampires may have inherited those character traits from a parent and they’re unaware of how their behavior affects others.
Spending too much time with energy vampires can make you sick What makes energy vampires so toxic is that they can be sources of chronic stress, says Northrup. Especially if the energy vampire is someone you can’t avoid — such as a spouse, a parent or a boss — constantly having your energy drained by that individual is a stressor, she says.
And that type of chronic stress is well known to have pretty deleterious effects on multiple systems in the body, including the immune, cardiovascular, neuroendocrine and central nervous systems.
Evidence shows that people under chronic stress are at a higher risk of chronic problems ranging from autoimmune diseases to heart disease, obesity and depression.
“They’re a health risk,” Northrup says about the energy vampires in our lives.
How to vanquish energy vampires (or at least not get sucked dry)
- Cut them out of your life (if you can)
- Set boundaries
- Lower expectations
- Be too tired for them
- ‘Grey rock’ them
- Know the difference between “venting” and “dumping.”
- Do NOT overreact
- Make sure you have a way to reality check
- Say “no” nicely
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Cutting Ties with Toxic Family Members: An Act of Self-Care By Dr. Sharon Martin
Cutting ties with your family is difficult–and not what most people want. But sometimes it’s the only way to save your sanity and heal the emotional pain caused by a “toxic”* or abusive family.
Cutting ties with toxic family members is an act of self-care. Not something you do because you’re mean or spiteful. It’s something you do to protect your physical and mental health.
When is it appropriate to cut ties with a family member?
Toxic people disrupt your life and other relationships with behaviors such as these:
Lying
Blaming
Criticizing
Manipulating
Overreacting
Invalidating or ignoring your feelings
Undermining your relationship with your spouse, kids, or other relatives
Creating drama or crises
Passive-aggressive behavior (such as the silent treatment, deliberate procrastination, or criticism disguised as a compliment)
Gaslighting (a powerful form of manipulation that makes you doubt your perception of what’s going on)
Refusing to compromise
Yelling, cursing, or calling you names
Belittling your values, beliefs, choices
Gossiping or speaking ill of you behind your back
Making unreasonable demands
Expecting you to help them, but they aren’t available to help you
Threatening suicide or self-harm in order to get their way
Ruining holidays and special occasions
Playing the victim
Not taking responsibility for their own behavior
Refusing to apologize and if they do, it’s shallow, coerced, or fake
Lacking genuine concern or interest in you and your life
Volatile or unpredictable moods and behaviors
Creating so much stress, anxiety, and pain that your health, ability to work, or general wellbeing are negatively impacted
Interacting with them makes you feel worse
They are always right (and you are always wrong)
People can change, but toxic people rarely do. They lack self-awareness and don’t take responsibility for their actions. And since they don’t see how their behavior hurts you, they refuse to change. Instead, they blame you and expect you to cater to their demands.5 Reasons we struggle to cut ties with a toxic family member
I think we can all agree that no one deserves to be abused. So, why do we give our family members a free pass? Why do we think we should tolerate such hurtful behavior from them?
- We don’t see their behavior as abusive
- Guilt
- Family loyalty You were probably primed to feel guilty by being taught that family loyalty is a virtue – that you should be unequivocally committed to your family no matter what. Healthy closeness includes mutual respect and care; it respects individuality and your right to think and feel differently than your family. But loyalty is often used to try to control family members who are exerting their independence and speaking out against abuse.
- Fear
- Love
It sucks to have to choose between yourself and your family members. It really does. But this is the reality. Remaining in a relationship with a toxic person is potentially harmful to your emotional and physical health and relationships
Tips for cutting ties with toxic family members
**Acknowledge that it’s abusive. You need to stop minimizing and denying the harm that your family member has caused.
**Give up the fantasy that they will change.
**Grieve the loss of having the kind of relationship you wanted with this person. Grieve the loss of having the parent/sibling/grandparent that you needed and deserved.
**Get support from a therapist, support group or 12-step group, or friend who’s experienced similar issues with their family. (Unfortunately, many friends mean well, but don’t “get it” and inadvertently add to our shame and guilt with judgmental comments or unrealistic expectations.)
https://www.livewellwithsharonmartin.com/cutting-ties-with-toxic-family/
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7 Types of Toxic People and How to Spot Them
- The Conversational Narcissist Have you ever been talking to someone who keeps interrupting you?
- The Strait Jacket The straitjacket is someone who wants to control everything and everyone around them
- The Emotional Moocher An emotional moocher is also known as a “spiritual vampire,” because they tend to suck the positivity out of you or bleed you emotionally dry.
- The Drama Magnet Some toxic people are magnets for drama. Something is always wrong. Always.
- The JJ A JJ is a jealous-judgmental person. Jealous people are incredibly toxic because they have so much self-hate that they can’t be happy for anyone around them. And typically, their jealousy comes out as judgment, criticism, or gossip.
- The Fibber Whether they tell little falsehoods or major lies, it’s impossible to trust a liar in a relationship. Dishonesty drains us because we are constantly doubting their words.
- The Tank A tank crushes everything in its wake. A human tank is always right, doesn’t take anyone else’s feelings or ideas into account, and constantly puts themselves first. In a relationship, tanks are incredibly arrogant and see their personal opinions as facts. This is because they often think they are the smartest person in the room, so they see every conversation and person as a challenge that must be won over. They rarely see others as equals—and this can be challenging when trying to form a loving connection
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2024.06.07 18:28 Mountain_Position_70 Midi rec/looper live VST
Hello everyone!
Recently trying to make live outta FL Studio in Live Performance. In the beginning I was looking for a looper, and couldn't find one that do midi, so I goes with Mobius which is a audio looper.
Got lot of fun with it but now I really want a midi looper. I need a midi looper that can record notes and play it as the loop end, also need it to send midi data out to speak to my synths. so I made more search and I got to know some more:
-Quilcom Flooper (very unstable)
-Giada (very unstable)
-Loop2Go (no midi out)
-Xfer Cthulhu (no midi out)
-Virtual Keyboard (no midi out)
-HY-RPE2 (no midi out)
-Midi Cap (very beautiful, but no midi out)
-W.A. prod Loop Engine 2 (no rec)
-Harvest Mini (no rec)
-Raxntrax Circlys (disapeared from the Internet)
-Piz Midi Looper (disapeared from Internet)
-Melodo (disapeared from Internet)
-Repeto mini (disapeared from the Internet)
The main problem here is that all the VST known as well working disappear of the Internet (??) The ones that give midi out does not rec input.
I've heard of The Ultimate Looper, but there's not that much video about neither a demo, it also looks very basic... Maybe it'll be my last option.
Does anyone know anything else?
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Recently trying to make live outta FL Studio in Live Performance. In the beginning I was looking for a looper, and couldn't find one that do midi, so I goes with Mobius which is a audio looper.
Got lot of fun with it but now I really want a midi looper. I need a midi looper that can record notes and play it as the loop end, also need it to send midi data out to speak to my synths. so I made more search and I got to know some more:
-Quilcom Flooper (very unstable)
-Giada (very unstable)
-Loop2Go (no midi out)
-Xfer Cthulhu (no midi out)
-Virtual Keyboard (no midi out)
-HY-RPE2 (no midi out)
-Midi Cap (very beautiful, but no midi out)
-W.A. prod Loop Engine 2 (no rec)
-Harvest Mini (no rec)
-Raxntrax Circlys (disapeared from the Internet)
-Piz Midi Looper (disapeared from Internet)
-Melodo (disapeared from Internet)
-Repeto mini (disapeared from the Internet)
The main problem here is that all the VST known as well working disappear of the Internet (??) The ones that give midi out does not rec input.
I've heard of The Ultimate Looper, but there's not that much video about neither a demo, it also looks very basic... Maybe it'll be my last option.
Does anyone know anything else?
2024.06.07 18:12 Electronic-Speech-91 I think One Piece is partly inspired by The Adventures of Baron Munchausen. Your thought's?
(possible One Piece & The Adventures of Baron Munchausen spoilers ahead, you've been warned) Okay so I was originally going to comment on this post-https://www.reddit.com/OnePiece/comments/186da4n/maybe\_one\_piece\_is\_inspired\_by\_the\_adventures\_of/ about some info I compiled, the post was achieved so I made a new post instead.
This is a list of things (so far) that I think Oda found to be inspiring and put it in One Piece from The Adventures of Baron Munchausen the very old and original publication's from 1785, the book from 1895, the movie from 1988 (I know there are more movies out there I am just going to be talking about Terry's) and there was a comic as well from 1989 that some company called Now Comics with Terry Gilliam's name on the comic (and with out him mind you, at least I think I haven't really done the much research on the comic) "Terry Gilliam's The Adventures of Baron Munchausen" back in 1989 has 4 issues.
For the curious.
A. Very old and original publication's from 1785 link to read whole thing for free (not very long)-https://www.heritage-history.com/site/hclass/modern\_europe/ebooks/pdf/raspe\_baron.pdf
B. The remade book from 1895 link to read whole thing for free (it's a little longer but still not that long)-https://www.gutenberg.org/files/3154/3154-h/3154-h.htm
C. The Terry Gilliam movie from 1988 and amazingly I found it for free (not really in this day and age I guess, the movie is actually kind of long for a movie but the most entertaining source material of the four-https://archive.org/details/the.-adventures.of.-baron.-munchausen.-1988.1080p.-blu-ray.x-264.-yify
D. Four issue Comic from 1989 (it's a comic it doesn't matter how long it is lol, I didn't read it but me thinks it might end abruptly also free)-https://comicvine.gamespot.com/the-adventures-of-baron-munchausen/4050-24956/
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This is a list of things (so far) that I think Oda found to be inspiring and put it in One Piece from The Adventures of Baron Munchausen the very old and original publication's from 1785, the book from 1895, the movie from 1988 (I know there are more movies out there I am just going to be talking about Terry's) and there was a comic as well from 1989 that some company called Now Comics with Terry Gilliam's name on the comic (and with out him mind you, at least I think I haven't really done the much research on the comic) "Terry Gilliam's The Adventures of Baron Munchausen" back in 1989 has 4 issues.
- A ludicrous and almost completely illogical adventure to the point where your like "that's not real whatever" but it's so fantastical you don't care if it's real or not and are fully immersed and 4 day just went by (I'm not hating on that, I'm just saying).
- Van Augur from One Piece is based on Adolphus from The Adventures of Baron Munchausen (push's glasses up, puts nose to keyboard, furiously types) which is the guy in the pic (sniper guy) not Albrecht (sorry not trying to be rude just precise and funny lol).
- Which brings me to my next point Albrecht from The Adventures of Baron Munchausen which is the strangest man alive is based on Jesus Burgess from One Piece (strangest man alive + One piece = Strong Strong fruit).
- Sally in the Terrys is the character that we all want to be and go on the adventure with the hero (it makes it more relatable to the "weak minds and bodies" of the audience and a way to grow with the character and get stronger) Marvel does it all the time and so does Oda, if I remember correctly most of the arcs in one piece have one or more of those type's character one I can think of is Chimney From Water 7 and Enies Lobby arcs or even just Nami or Robin really (if you take Robins whole story in to account at least).
- As mentioned already in the post "Kizarus cannon BALL'S OF STEEL attack" (as I am dubbing it now) was a thing in The Adventures of Baron Munchausen
- the whole Noland the liar book in One Piece is basically The Adventures of Baron Munchausen book it self.
- (One Piece spoiler ahead)-There are Roman gods in it as well "cough cough Nika the Sun God cough cough" I know I know Gods are usually common ground in story's like this but still worth noting.
- The whole thought that there's too much logic and order not enough dreams and imagination from The Adventures of Baron Munchausen are very similar to that of one piece.
- Aristocratic bull-honky, a guy got executed in the movie for being a war hero and not a stuck up one ether because he was setting a "bad example" for the other soldiers (aka he wasn't being a sheep, he's a "bbaaaahhhh"d boy, there's One Piece again)
- Luffy acts a lot like the Barron just, kind of whimsical and does the weirdest thing he can think of to do the thing he needs to do.
- A FLYING "PIRATE" SHIP!!!
- THE FLYING "PIRATE" SHIP WENT TO THE MOON!!!!!!!!!! (and yes in One Piece Eneru DID succeed in making it the moon, it's in some of Odas little shorts at the top of some of the chapters in the manga)
- A fish that's as big as a island
- Specific crazy powers.
- Death makes an appearance kind of like it does with Zoro.
For the curious.
A. Very old and original publication's from 1785 link to read whole thing for free (not very long)-https://www.heritage-history.com/site/hclass/modern\_europe/ebooks/pdf/raspe\_baron.pdf
B. The remade book from 1895 link to read whole thing for free (it's a little longer but still not that long)-https://www.gutenberg.org/files/3154/3154-h/3154-h.htm
C. The Terry Gilliam movie from 1988 and amazingly I found it for free (not really in this day and age I guess, the movie is actually kind of long for a movie but the most entertaining source material of the four-https://archive.org/details/the.-adventures.of.-baron.-munchausen.-1988.1080p.-blu-ray.x-264.-yify
D. Four issue Comic from 1989 (it's a comic it doesn't matter how long it is lol, I didn't read it but me thinks it might end abruptly also free)-https://comicvine.gamespot.com/the-adventures-of-baron-munchausen/4050-24956/
2024.06.07 18:07 LurkingSuspicion Am I in an ARG that found me or a scam victim with false hopes?
I have always been at least semi careful with what I do online. One day, I was on a site that I visited and I went to the site of one of their sister companies. The site had a video of a basic advertising company but with several strange symbols in the video among the people. It didn't make sense. There were white drawings of illuminati-ish looking eyes and strange symbols of all sorts. There was a white drawing of a shark (above a man) eating it's way to a woman in the video as well. At that moment I started receiving this unbelievable influx of scam calls and spam emails. I was like is this for real? I humored a few and all I gave was my first name. They were typical - claiming I could get settlements for injuries or whatever and I gave them a bunch of fake info. Every call ended with "I'm sorry but we can't help you, [my name]." All the psychic emails kept telling me something wonderful and weird was about to happen. I've been hacked (not just speculating) for awhile too. Popups telling me "they" can see my scrolling speed and what I even hover over online, SQL injection, Trojans, remote code execution, JavaScript exploits, etc. Windows Defender named all of these off in my threats. I am broke so I don't understand why I keep being targeted unless someone is trying to play some kind of ARG without my original consent. That's probably a big stretch but worth asking. Now I get emails and Google results and site ads that all point me to what I'm looking for being in the library. So I went to the library the other day. There were about 10 people in there. Every single person followed me almost in a line out of there after I stayed for about an hour. Every person except one made an effort to start up a conversation with me. Coincidence? The first book on display was a children's book called "It's a Sign" and the book made really no sense. The next week at the doctor a child old enough to know better came up to me and started going through my purse without me realizing in the waiting room. The mother didn't stop her. She looked me dead in the eyes and said "I'm homeschooled." The she asked me if I could have one of my bookmarks that I got from the library. The next day someone came into my aisle I was in at Walmart, looked dead at me and threw a large bounce ball right at me. It barely missed. He stared then walked away. I heard multiple people in Walmart the same visit say "yeah my team lost" loudly when I walked by them which I thought was weird. This isn't a joke. I don't have any severe mental issues and I'm just hella confused. Could someone just confirm whether or not this sounds like an ARG? I just found out about them after finding it on Reddit. Thanks for taking the time for the long read. I'd actually love this to be an ARG because being a scam victim with simply bizarre happenings isn't what I want in life..
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2024.06.07 18:05 Capt_Norrys (Ending rewritten) There Is A Man Living In My Closet
Looking back upon the last few months of my life, I now feel a peculiar clarity upon the once foggy and suspicious events which have suspended my life for their allotted time. The cause of my suffering is now evident beyond all reasonable doubt. There is a man living in my closet, of that I am certain.
Six months ago, at the dawn of September, I had finally moved away from the safe nest of my mother into my own apartment in a small town just off the eastern sea of North Carolina. Befitting of the small town, my apartment was a quaint place, consisting of only three small rooms; a kitchen, a bedroom, and a bathroom attached to the bedroom. Money had been tight, and any ambitions of scholarly advancement had been snubbed out by the absurd toll it asked of me. I resigned to focus on my work life until I had acquired a suitable amount of savings to pay off college. As for my job, I had chosen to work at the local library. It was a small and mundane place, hardly ever visited by the locals. In truth, the building stood more as a historical landmark than anything else, for many years ago it was deemed historically important, and the government had barred any change in the building's appearance from that point onward. The town praised it as a pillarstone of the community, yet the few employees who worked there could attest that such sentiments were merely hollow praise.
Speaking of my coworkers, there was naught but four. First and foremost was the head librarian, Esmerelda Grimshaw, whom every man with his head on correctly called Miss. Grimshaw. She was a stern old woman, about age 70, yet I never dared to ask her exact birthdate. She had never bothered to marry, for in her own words her “only love was books” and to that, my coworkers can attest. Her knowledge of literature was deep and vast; one could often find her at the front desk burning through the works of Shakespeare and Orwell. I had a certain sweet spot for what many would consider a mean old crow, perhaps due to her sharing a sweet spot for me. She was the foundation of that library and did well to honor its legacy.
After her was her son, Tony, a bastard on all accounts, who wholly disproved the common theory that all apples fell near their tree. A young chap of 17 years, he spent his time finding new and creative ways to waste time and wreak havoc. I wholly suspected that he had been working at the library due to being unable to hold down any other job, with the upside of his mother keeping an eye on his behavior. Despite his apparent behavioral issues, I found the boy to be quite charming and intelligent, approaching ideas in ways I had never considered, he often held the key to a nuanced perspective, even if he himself did not quite grasp this concept.
Attached to Tony at all times was his girlfriend, Lilly, a more straightforwardly bright young girl. Having some of the best grades of her high school, she stumbled into her job through many long nights of studying at the library. After one particularly long night, Miss Grimshaw had reprimanded her with the phrase “If you want to stay here all night, why don’t you just keep a set of keys for God’s sake!” Lilly had obviously taken up this offer as it was in no time at all that she had begun working at the library, where she soon after began dating Tony. The two of them could not be more opposite yet together they seemed natural. Lilly was the best employee of the library, being perhaps the only one to consistently find work to do during her shifts.
Finally was Ted, the man who I firmly believe is the cause of my suffering. Ted was a twisted man on all accounts, the type of person to idolize Dahmer and Bundy, the latter of whom he madly believed to be the inspiration for his name. He worked in the library, yet his home was what I assumed to be the local prison. Having been unfit for physical labor, the jail had resigned to send him to the library, a deal which Miss Grimshaw only accepted after she had been handed a generous donation from Ted’s wealthy father and had purchased a low-caliber pistol to store permanently in her front desk. Of his crimes, I am not entirely sure, yet in hushed whispers between Tony and Lilly, I head all manner of rumors ranging from petty burglary to brutal murder of the first degree. His frame was peculiarly small, standing only about 5’4, and weighing what I can only assume to be under 100 pounds, though I never directly asked. Despite this his presence in a room was rarely unnoticed, and with it came hushed tones and thoughts of immediate evacuation. Even thinking of his odor now makes my stomach churn, he smelled strongly of dead fish and iron, with a third rancid smell unplaceable in my mind. His attire consisted of his prison jumpsuit, which loosely hung over his tiny frame, and a peculiar necklace, colored a freakish red and depicting an unknown symbol that had the faintest resemblance to a fish. Ted rarely worked, yet whenever he did days slogged on, and nobody could ever feel entirely safe, even with Miss Grimshaw keeping a watchful eye, hand always primed to grab her gun.
My first two months living in North Carolina had brought with them a freedom that I hadn’t yet experienced in my lifetime. My journey towards inhabiting this new town was greatly helped by my co-workers, all but one of whom helped me learn the customs of the small town, eventually allowing me to blend myself into its natural ecosystem. In this environment, I was living a thriving and fun life. I had made new acquaintances throughout town and had become favorable to the local university students, which I now planned to attend come the next year. It was at this university I met what would soon become my closest companion: Richard, Dick for short. We had become acquainted through a night of debauchery and alcohol, our bond cemented by sunrise, at which time both of us were in the back of a police cruiser, loudly and oafishly singing “My Heart Will Go On” voices cracking upon every note which could be considered remotely high. The two of us spend a great deal of time together, enjoying our newly found freedom and all the perks of a young adult’s life.
My life looked to be going upwards, and befitting of this trend my apartment had become quite the cozy little place. The walls had become filled with posters defining my interests in music and literature, a few of which were heavily influenced or altogether put in place by Dick. Particularly the poster of Michael Jackson which hung slightly crooked on my kitchen wall, placed one hazy night while I was passed out at the foot of my bed. Dick had shared this interest with me through a conversation about the King of Pop’s ailing health and appearance, remarking how sad the day will be when he draws his last breath. Dick then proceeded to show me concerning and offputting pictures of the popstar, which I remarked looked strikingly similar to Ted. Intrigued by my comment, Dick wrestled all that I had known about Ted that night, eventually turning the conversation onto the local urban legend, the night watchman.
Dick relayed to me the tales he had heard growing up in the town. Tales of a wicked man who had spent upwards of a year living underneath the house of his victim. A victim who he had relentlessly stalked, following them around in public and watching them sleep. Eventually, the night watchman had grown bored and decided to play with his victim by moving household objects around, occasionally stealing the ones he found particularly interesting. The cops upon hearing this, believed none of it to be a reality. That was until they had found such evidence within the house of the nightmarish terror of the night watchman. The case was deemed too gruesome for the public, and the whole matter had been settled privately, leaving the civilians the wonder who the night watchman truly was. Dick then, in a matter which unsettled me deeply, proposed that Ted was the night watchman. Disturbed by this thought, I wholeheartedly disagreed with this horrifying statement. Dick agreed, jesting that he knew Ted wasn’t the night watchman, because he was.
The two of us began to laugh and continued the rest of our night without mention of the night watchman. The next day I woke up and went to work, slightly late and hungover. As I walked in Miss Grimshaw asked me why I was late. I evaded telling her the truth, lying that I had simply forgotten to set my alarm, yet in her eyes I could see she didn’t believe any of what I was saying. As I was leaving to begin my daily cleaning ritual she told me the good news that Ted was finally done working at the library. I asked why and she simply shrugged, attributing it to him finding another job to do, one more befitting of an inmate At the time I agreed, but even then I had already known the truth, Ted was out of prison.
Tony began exhibiting odd behavior following Ted’s leaving of the library. More days than not he would come in substantially late, if he bothered to show at all. When he did show his attire was disheveled and his mind unfocused, his evenings of mischief turned to quiet days, where more often than not he would resign himself to a corner of the library and simply stare. On one such night, I asked him what the bother was, and he complained of a failing relationship with Lilly and problems concerning his house, notably that of the drinking water and the chilling breeze that now freely flowed through the house. He then checked his surroundings, as if looking for an intruder, before leaning into me and whispering in a dreadfully hushed tone about feelings of being stalked.
I was taken aback by such a suggestion and commented that in all likelihood, he was not being followed or stalked by anyone, but was rather just feeling paranoid due to stress. He seemed to believe me, thanking me for my words, yet after our conversation, I could not help but wonder if his words had genuine weight to them. For the remaining time of his employment, he and I would share a few other words, and his behavior would only become worse and more frequent.
My work aside, it seemed that every day my small apartment became more like a real home to me. Besides the multitude of posters Dick and I had placed on the walls, filling up nearly every inch of space on the plaster, the rest of my house began to fill itself up with homely items. Kitchen utensils, foodstuffs, and many other miscellaneous items necessary to a true home all naturally worked their way in over time, giving the small place a cozy feel. I worked my best to never allow clutter to take over the place, but by my nature, it eventually worked its way in. My closet in particular was busy enough to put a minimalist into cardiac arrest, with various clothing items, cleaning supplies, and various knick-knacks scattered chaotically around the small interior.
My apartment had been a safe haven for me, until one day, during my routine cleaning Dick had made a chilling observation. He had noted that a CD he had gotten for me was strangely missing and after spending upwards of two hours looking for the thing, we both found nothing. The strangest matter of all was how cherished that CD was to me. It had been the first gift Dick had given to me, and with that status, I kept it safe in my nightside cupboard, taking care to never misplace it. Dick eventually chalked it up as “One of those things” before we both quit our search in favor of an exploratory night in the town. Upon returning the next night, I once again searched for the thing but never found it. I couldn’t think of it as “One of those things” but my obsession with the search bore no fruit, and I began to think that perhaps it had been stolen by some malicious force. This obsession led to the purchase of a new set of locks on my doors, which I hoped would prevent any further incident.
There was, however a most annoying issue which began to form in my apartment. A mere three months after my move in the water started to taste and smell terribly. I asked my landlord about this and he responded that there was no issue, and if there was it would soon be resolved. His ineptitude and clear lack of care for his tenants made me curse my beloved home, yet my financial situation and sentimental attachment made me cautious of a move, resigning me to simply accepting the oddity.
As November passed and the town became acquainted once again with Christmas cheer and Mariah Carrey, Miss Grimshaw burst through the doors of the library, unusually late and fuming out the ears. She relayed to me that Tony had not only failed to show up to her family’s Thanksgiving party but was flat-out missing from her home. I displayed nervousness for the safety of the boy, and Miss Grimshaw responded, telling me she was far too angry at her son to care about his safety, and that he had plenty of friends to stay with if he chose to run away. I was still deeply concerned for Tony’s safety but did not dare press the furious Miss Grimshaw further.
Upon my next meeting with Lilly, I inquired about Tony and she responded, telling me that the two hadn’t been speaking for the past month and that she had no idea where he was or what he was doing. I relayed the information Miss Grimshaw had told me, and she responded with a mundane voice that she was not surprised, as Tony had begun exhibiting erratic behaviors, eventually leading to their breakup. I gave my apologies for the situation and changed the topic to the Christmas season, lending into a nice conversation about holiday cheer and gift-giving. From both accounts of Miss Grimshaw and Lilly, it seemed Tony had gotten into trouble not too atypical for a boy his age, yet my mind could not resist thinking about his statement early into November, shuddering at what implications it left.
Throughout December, my apartment began showing strange behavior. The CD had only been the first of many objects which would be unceremoniously stolen from me in the dead of night. In total, five objects were taken; the aforementioned CD, a pair of headphones, a polo shirt, a bottle of counter cleaner, and the most striking of the bunch, a kitchen knife. Beyond the thievery, which my new locks had failed to protect against, strange notes began appearing throughout my apartment, left in odd places where they were particularly difficult to find. They had bizarre utterings written repeatedly onto them, phrases such as “The Joys of Peace” and “The Freedom of Falling”. Their perplexing nature led to me asking the landlord once more. He simply looked at me as if I were crazy and told me that if I were truly worried I should call the police. I did exactly that, and after a quick search, they left without finding any hint of foul play. I hoped they were right, and continued in my life, attempting to find a sense of normalcy once more.
This attempt at finding what I had just a few months prior was stomped out by Dick, who I noticed began to drift further away from me. What was once a daily friendship became a weekly facade, where in Dick kept me at arm’s length and left before we could do anything substantial. Our short friendship ended two days before Christmas when the two of us exchanged gifts. I had gotten him a collection of H.P. Lovecraft books, an author I had tried perhaps too hard to get him to read, while he had gotten me a CD, the same CD I had lost in November. As I opened the gift my heart sank, slowly realizing what he had done. I immediately burst out at him, accusing him of stealing the CD only to re-gift it to me. He argued that he had simply gotten another one to replace the one I had lost, but in my anger I rejected his claim and furiously yelled at him, accusing him of stealing from my house and writing those strange notes. He looked at me with a mix of sadness, confusion, and anger, before bursting out that he didn’t know anything about notes or other stolen objects, telling me that I was crazy and needed some serious help. On that note, he left, and in the aftermath, I realized he wasn’t the likely cause of my suffering, and that I had ruined my only true friendship over nothing.
After my tragic parting with my beloved friend, my days began to blur together into one monolith of monotony and suffering. I can hardly now recollect my last weeks working at the library. My time in there now blurs together, yet in this hazy fog, I cannot help but feel disturbed, as if those days were spent in Demonic ritual, my only protection against the act the amnesiac state I had taken following the heinous acts. On my final day of work, I entered the library in a fog, only to be snapped to by Miss Grimshaw, whose eyes conveyed a veritable disgust and hatred for me. I knew what was going to come out of her mouth before she said it, and soon my suspicions were confirmed. She fired me, for reasons still partially obscured in my mind, and on that note, I left the library forevermore.
Depressed and disturbed, not desiring to go back to my home just yet, I decided to stop by a local bar for a drink. As I sulked my way towards to place, I heard a voice spring from an alley I was passing by. The voice called to me once more, and I realized who it belonged to. I turned and saw the face of Tony in the ally beside me. He was wearing raggedy, torn clothing, holding a blanket around his shoulders and chest, shivering all the while. We conversed for a short time about his current situation, in which I learned he was now homeless, having been kicked out by Miss Grimshaw, and rejected by all his friends. As he got closer I noticed his skin looked blotchy and leathery, now hanging loosely over his malnourished face. He talked of his problem, most concerning of which was the continuing fear of being stalked. This time I did not offer any reassuring words to the boy, instead looking at him with glassy eyes. As our conversation ended I wished him a recovery from his horrid situation, in response, he looked and me and wished the same thing, claiming that we were in this together. A perplexing statement, considering the full extent of my misery was not known to the boy.
Upon entering the bar I got nothing but frightful glances from the inhabitants. I took my seat at the bar, and those around me noticeably moved away. After finishing my first drink, failing to strike up any meaningful conversation with the bartender, I paid my bill and headed into the bathroom. It was here while looking into the mirror I realized how ill I appeared. My hair had grown out to an unnatural length, being oily and ratted throughout. My face was thin and frail, its lines now perpetually conveying misery and dread. My body looked the same way, my clothes hung loosely over my frail and unwashed body, I looked like a skeleton underneath it all. I did my business and left, resigning to return immediately to my home, where those frightful eyes could not reach me.
Crestfallen and with much time to spare, I decided to spend a few days organizing my abode, in hopes of finding the cause of its many oddities. I soon realized that the house had a peculiar way of keeping itself cluttered. Days I would spend cleaning and organizing would be unearthed upon my waking the next day. It wasn’t until mid-January that I finally managed to get the place neatly packed up. With no sign of the missing objects, and having found many more strange notes, I was more convinced now than ever that foul play must be present. I didn’t trust the police, so I decided to hold off on informing them until I found something more substantial, a wish that would soon be fulfilled.
It was within my closet that I found the strange trapdoor leading to a tiny room. The door had been hidden with all manner of items, and upon finding it my bones chilled and a tingle crept up my spine. I opened the door to find a small space, barely enough to fit a huddled-up body inside. Lying on the floor in the space, placed in a ritualistic manner, were all the miscellaneous items that were stolen from me, and along with them was a pack of sticky notes and a pen. The walls of the place were filled with the same type of notes scattered through my home, two peculiar ones stuck out, one being a rudimentary map of my apartment with small dots scatted throughout it, and another being what seemed to be a grocery list. The discovery made me frightened, but more so it made me angry.
I backed away from the crawlspace and began ranting and raving, stomping through my home and screaming out threats towards whoever may have been in my home at the time. It made all the sense in the world, if there was one hidden cubby, there very well may have been more. I did the only thing I could think of and threw all my organized mess around, frantically searching for another cubby, one that might’ve had the perpetrator within it. I knew who was stalking me, it was the night watchman, Ted, he had to be the one behind this terror. I screamed threats toward him as loud as my lungs could muster while continuing my search for further hidden artifacts and rooms.
I was unable to find another such chilling abode before I heard a knock on my door. It was two police officers, sent here due to a complaint by my neighbors. I thought them fools for disturbing my important search, and I flung open the door to relay that to them. Upon viewing me their faces twisted into disgust and fright, and upon asking me what I was doing I told them in a cold and callous tone. They were doubtful of my truth, believing me mad just as they had the first victim of the night watchman. I took them to my closet and revealed to them the frightful cubby, however upon viewing the nightmare they looked at me with apparent concern, their eyes betraying their belief that I was the one responsible.
The two officers eyed me down in between glances at one another, before telling me that they needed to take me in for a psych evaluation. I vehemently refused, and when the officer reached to try to calm me down I smacked his hand away and pushed past them both before they could take me away. I burst through my door to find the whole hall peering through their doors towards me, their horrible, intrusive eyes peering through my body and into my soul. I ran as fast as I could, bolting down the steps ignoring the screams of my neighbors and cops as I went. I made it outside, taking a sharp right down a dingy alleyway, running as fast as I could through the shadowed streets.
I lurked in the darkness for quite a while until I was sure I had lost the police. I crept about, I knew I couldn’t return to my apartment, either the police or Ted would be waiting for me when I did, so I decided to find an alleyway where I could make my new home. After much careful creeping about, I did exactly that. It was a damp, dark place, illuminated by neither sun nor moon, I needed that, I couldn’t let them find me. I moved some trash into position to make a suitable bed, obscured beneath the shadows and garbage of the alleyway, and slept, pondering what I was to do next.
My dreams have become a hellish nightmare. Every time I close my eyes I’m back in that apartment, but not where I normally resided, I’m hidden away in that cubby. I hear myself walking about, continuing the life I had just a few months prior. I write notes, some the insane ramblings that push their way into my mind, others warnings to my previous self about his future. Sometimes, I dream of being outside that cubby, lurking about my apartment as my other self sleeps soundly on his bed. I take what I need and leave the warnings where I hope my past self can find them, before resigning once more to my hiding place. There is not a night where I sleep soundly, these insane dreams haunt my rest, reminding me of my suffering, reminding me of the night watchman who lurks ever near.
My waking hours are hardly better. I never move about during the day, I’m entirely nocturnal. I need the cover of darkness to hide me from those who want to take me. I creep about the town, stealing anything that I can use. Houses are easy to break into here, nearly every one has a crawlspace beneath it, a crawlspace I can quietly sneak into and use as an access point for the home. I steal food, clothing, tools, anything that can keep me alive for another day I take as I please. On a few occasions, I’ve been caught in my acts, leaving the homeowners screaming, terrified at merely viewing my putrid form. So far none has been quick enough to catch me, I’m always able to slink away back into the cover of darkness, back where I belong. I’ve sustained myself like this for weeks now, leeching off the sane in a desperate plea to save my maddened self, but in my heart, I know the end of my escapades is not far off.
Occasionally I hear of myself from the townsfolk. Listening in from an unseen position, I hear rumors of the night watchman, of the cursed beast who roams the town at night. In their assertion they are correct, this torment has turned me into a beast beyond all reason and sanity. Occasionally I see myself, reflected in pools of water in the pale moonlight. In those puddles, I see a true beast, one more horrifying than the worst nightmares of man. For the sanity of man, and the safety of myself, I hide myself, as there is no place safe for a monster such as me.
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Six months ago, at the dawn of September, I had finally moved away from the safe nest of my mother into my own apartment in a small town just off the eastern sea of North Carolina. Befitting of the small town, my apartment was a quaint place, consisting of only three small rooms; a kitchen, a bedroom, and a bathroom attached to the bedroom. Money had been tight, and any ambitions of scholarly advancement had been snubbed out by the absurd toll it asked of me. I resigned to focus on my work life until I had acquired a suitable amount of savings to pay off college. As for my job, I had chosen to work at the local library. It was a small and mundane place, hardly ever visited by the locals. In truth, the building stood more as a historical landmark than anything else, for many years ago it was deemed historically important, and the government had barred any change in the building's appearance from that point onward. The town praised it as a pillarstone of the community, yet the few employees who worked there could attest that such sentiments were merely hollow praise.
Speaking of my coworkers, there was naught but four. First and foremost was the head librarian, Esmerelda Grimshaw, whom every man with his head on correctly called Miss. Grimshaw. She was a stern old woman, about age 70, yet I never dared to ask her exact birthdate. She had never bothered to marry, for in her own words her “only love was books” and to that, my coworkers can attest. Her knowledge of literature was deep and vast; one could often find her at the front desk burning through the works of Shakespeare and Orwell. I had a certain sweet spot for what many would consider a mean old crow, perhaps due to her sharing a sweet spot for me. She was the foundation of that library and did well to honor its legacy.
After her was her son, Tony, a bastard on all accounts, who wholly disproved the common theory that all apples fell near their tree. A young chap of 17 years, he spent his time finding new and creative ways to waste time and wreak havoc. I wholly suspected that he had been working at the library due to being unable to hold down any other job, with the upside of his mother keeping an eye on his behavior. Despite his apparent behavioral issues, I found the boy to be quite charming and intelligent, approaching ideas in ways I had never considered, he often held the key to a nuanced perspective, even if he himself did not quite grasp this concept.
Attached to Tony at all times was his girlfriend, Lilly, a more straightforwardly bright young girl. Having some of the best grades of her high school, she stumbled into her job through many long nights of studying at the library. After one particularly long night, Miss Grimshaw had reprimanded her with the phrase “If you want to stay here all night, why don’t you just keep a set of keys for God’s sake!” Lilly had obviously taken up this offer as it was in no time at all that she had begun working at the library, where she soon after began dating Tony. The two of them could not be more opposite yet together they seemed natural. Lilly was the best employee of the library, being perhaps the only one to consistently find work to do during her shifts.
Finally was Ted, the man who I firmly believe is the cause of my suffering. Ted was a twisted man on all accounts, the type of person to idolize Dahmer and Bundy, the latter of whom he madly believed to be the inspiration for his name. He worked in the library, yet his home was what I assumed to be the local prison. Having been unfit for physical labor, the jail had resigned to send him to the library, a deal which Miss Grimshaw only accepted after she had been handed a generous donation from Ted’s wealthy father and had purchased a low-caliber pistol to store permanently in her front desk. Of his crimes, I am not entirely sure, yet in hushed whispers between Tony and Lilly, I head all manner of rumors ranging from petty burglary to brutal murder of the first degree. His frame was peculiarly small, standing only about 5’4, and weighing what I can only assume to be under 100 pounds, though I never directly asked. Despite this his presence in a room was rarely unnoticed, and with it came hushed tones and thoughts of immediate evacuation. Even thinking of his odor now makes my stomach churn, he smelled strongly of dead fish and iron, with a third rancid smell unplaceable in my mind. His attire consisted of his prison jumpsuit, which loosely hung over his tiny frame, and a peculiar necklace, colored a freakish red and depicting an unknown symbol that had the faintest resemblance to a fish. Ted rarely worked, yet whenever he did days slogged on, and nobody could ever feel entirely safe, even with Miss Grimshaw keeping a watchful eye, hand always primed to grab her gun.
My first two months living in North Carolina had brought with them a freedom that I hadn’t yet experienced in my lifetime. My journey towards inhabiting this new town was greatly helped by my co-workers, all but one of whom helped me learn the customs of the small town, eventually allowing me to blend myself into its natural ecosystem. In this environment, I was living a thriving and fun life. I had made new acquaintances throughout town and had become favorable to the local university students, which I now planned to attend come the next year. It was at this university I met what would soon become my closest companion: Richard, Dick for short. We had become acquainted through a night of debauchery and alcohol, our bond cemented by sunrise, at which time both of us were in the back of a police cruiser, loudly and oafishly singing “My Heart Will Go On” voices cracking upon every note which could be considered remotely high. The two of us spend a great deal of time together, enjoying our newly found freedom and all the perks of a young adult’s life.
My life looked to be going upwards, and befitting of this trend my apartment had become quite the cozy little place. The walls had become filled with posters defining my interests in music and literature, a few of which were heavily influenced or altogether put in place by Dick. Particularly the poster of Michael Jackson which hung slightly crooked on my kitchen wall, placed one hazy night while I was passed out at the foot of my bed. Dick had shared this interest with me through a conversation about the King of Pop’s ailing health and appearance, remarking how sad the day will be when he draws his last breath. Dick then proceeded to show me concerning and offputting pictures of the popstar, which I remarked looked strikingly similar to Ted. Intrigued by my comment, Dick wrestled all that I had known about Ted that night, eventually turning the conversation onto the local urban legend, the night watchman.
Dick relayed to me the tales he had heard growing up in the town. Tales of a wicked man who had spent upwards of a year living underneath the house of his victim. A victim who he had relentlessly stalked, following them around in public and watching them sleep. Eventually, the night watchman had grown bored and decided to play with his victim by moving household objects around, occasionally stealing the ones he found particularly interesting. The cops upon hearing this, believed none of it to be a reality. That was until they had found such evidence within the house of the nightmarish terror of the night watchman. The case was deemed too gruesome for the public, and the whole matter had been settled privately, leaving the civilians the wonder who the night watchman truly was. Dick then, in a matter which unsettled me deeply, proposed that Ted was the night watchman. Disturbed by this thought, I wholeheartedly disagreed with this horrifying statement. Dick agreed, jesting that he knew Ted wasn’t the night watchman, because he was.
The two of us began to laugh and continued the rest of our night without mention of the night watchman. The next day I woke up and went to work, slightly late and hungover. As I walked in Miss Grimshaw asked me why I was late. I evaded telling her the truth, lying that I had simply forgotten to set my alarm, yet in her eyes I could see she didn’t believe any of what I was saying. As I was leaving to begin my daily cleaning ritual she told me the good news that Ted was finally done working at the library. I asked why and she simply shrugged, attributing it to him finding another job to do, one more befitting of an inmate At the time I agreed, but even then I had already known the truth, Ted was out of prison.
Tony began exhibiting odd behavior following Ted’s leaving of the library. More days than not he would come in substantially late, if he bothered to show at all. When he did show his attire was disheveled and his mind unfocused, his evenings of mischief turned to quiet days, where more often than not he would resign himself to a corner of the library and simply stare. On one such night, I asked him what the bother was, and he complained of a failing relationship with Lilly and problems concerning his house, notably that of the drinking water and the chilling breeze that now freely flowed through the house. He then checked his surroundings, as if looking for an intruder, before leaning into me and whispering in a dreadfully hushed tone about feelings of being stalked.
I was taken aback by such a suggestion and commented that in all likelihood, he was not being followed or stalked by anyone, but was rather just feeling paranoid due to stress. He seemed to believe me, thanking me for my words, yet after our conversation, I could not help but wonder if his words had genuine weight to them. For the remaining time of his employment, he and I would share a few other words, and his behavior would only become worse and more frequent.
My work aside, it seemed that every day my small apartment became more like a real home to me. Besides the multitude of posters Dick and I had placed on the walls, filling up nearly every inch of space on the plaster, the rest of my house began to fill itself up with homely items. Kitchen utensils, foodstuffs, and many other miscellaneous items necessary to a true home all naturally worked their way in over time, giving the small place a cozy feel. I worked my best to never allow clutter to take over the place, but by my nature, it eventually worked its way in. My closet in particular was busy enough to put a minimalist into cardiac arrest, with various clothing items, cleaning supplies, and various knick-knacks scattered chaotically around the small interior.
My apartment had been a safe haven for me, until one day, during my routine cleaning Dick had made a chilling observation. He had noted that a CD he had gotten for me was strangely missing and after spending upwards of two hours looking for the thing, we both found nothing. The strangest matter of all was how cherished that CD was to me. It had been the first gift Dick had given to me, and with that status, I kept it safe in my nightside cupboard, taking care to never misplace it. Dick eventually chalked it up as “One of those things” before we both quit our search in favor of an exploratory night in the town. Upon returning the next night, I once again searched for the thing but never found it. I couldn’t think of it as “One of those things” but my obsession with the search bore no fruit, and I began to think that perhaps it had been stolen by some malicious force. This obsession led to the purchase of a new set of locks on my doors, which I hoped would prevent any further incident.
There was, however a most annoying issue which began to form in my apartment. A mere three months after my move in the water started to taste and smell terribly. I asked my landlord about this and he responded that there was no issue, and if there was it would soon be resolved. His ineptitude and clear lack of care for his tenants made me curse my beloved home, yet my financial situation and sentimental attachment made me cautious of a move, resigning me to simply accepting the oddity.
As November passed and the town became acquainted once again with Christmas cheer and Mariah Carrey, Miss Grimshaw burst through the doors of the library, unusually late and fuming out the ears. She relayed to me that Tony had not only failed to show up to her family’s Thanksgiving party but was flat-out missing from her home. I displayed nervousness for the safety of the boy, and Miss Grimshaw responded, telling me she was far too angry at her son to care about his safety, and that he had plenty of friends to stay with if he chose to run away. I was still deeply concerned for Tony’s safety but did not dare press the furious Miss Grimshaw further.
Upon my next meeting with Lilly, I inquired about Tony and she responded, telling me that the two hadn’t been speaking for the past month and that she had no idea where he was or what he was doing. I relayed the information Miss Grimshaw had told me, and she responded with a mundane voice that she was not surprised, as Tony had begun exhibiting erratic behaviors, eventually leading to their breakup. I gave my apologies for the situation and changed the topic to the Christmas season, lending into a nice conversation about holiday cheer and gift-giving. From both accounts of Miss Grimshaw and Lilly, it seemed Tony had gotten into trouble not too atypical for a boy his age, yet my mind could not resist thinking about his statement early into November, shuddering at what implications it left.
Throughout December, my apartment began showing strange behavior. The CD had only been the first of many objects which would be unceremoniously stolen from me in the dead of night. In total, five objects were taken; the aforementioned CD, a pair of headphones, a polo shirt, a bottle of counter cleaner, and the most striking of the bunch, a kitchen knife. Beyond the thievery, which my new locks had failed to protect against, strange notes began appearing throughout my apartment, left in odd places where they were particularly difficult to find. They had bizarre utterings written repeatedly onto them, phrases such as “The Joys of Peace” and “The Freedom of Falling”. Their perplexing nature led to me asking the landlord once more. He simply looked at me as if I were crazy and told me that if I were truly worried I should call the police. I did exactly that, and after a quick search, they left without finding any hint of foul play. I hoped they were right, and continued in my life, attempting to find a sense of normalcy once more.
This attempt at finding what I had just a few months prior was stomped out by Dick, who I noticed began to drift further away from me. What was once a daily friendship became a weekly facade, where in Dick kept me at arm’s length and left before we could do anything substantial. Our short friendship ended two days before Christmas when the two of us exchanged gifts. I had gotten him a collection of H.P. Lovecraft books, an author I had tried perhaps too hard to get him to read, while he had gotten me a CD, the same CD I had lost in November. As I opened the gift my heart sank, slowly realizing what he had done. I immediately burst out at him, accusing him of stealing the CD only to re-gift it to me. He argued that he had simply gotten another one to replace the one I had lost, but in my anger I rejected his claim and furiously yelled at him, accusing him of stealing from my house and writing those strange notes. He looked at me with a mix of sadness, confusion, and anger, before bursting out that he didn’t know anything about notes or other stolen objects, telling me that I was crazy and needed some serious help. On that note, he left, and in the aftermath, I realized he wasn’t the likely cause of my suffering, and that I had ruined my only true friendship over nothing.
After my tragic parting with my beloved friend, my days began to blur together into one monolith of monotony and suffering. I can hardly now recollect my last weeks working at the library. My time in there now blurs together, yet in this hazy fog, I cannot help but feel disturbed, as if those days were spent in Demonic ritual, my only protection against the act the amnesiac state I had taken following the heinous acts. On my final day of work, I entered the library in a fog, only to be snapped to by Miss Grimshaw, whose eyes conveyed a veritable disgust and hatred for me. I knew what was going to come out of her mouth before she said it, and soon my suspicions were confirmed. She fired me, for reasons still partially obscured in my mind, and on that note, I left the library forevermore.
Depressed and disturbed, not desiring to go back to my home just yet, I decided to stop by a local bar for a drink. As I sulked my way towards to place, I heard a voice spring from an alley I was passing by. The voice called to me once more, and I realized who it belonged to. I turned and saw the face of Tony in the ally beside me. He was wearing raggedy, torn clothing, holding a blanket around his shoulders and chest, shivering all the while. We conversed for a short time about his current situation, in which I learned he was now homeless, having been kicked out by Miss Grimshaw, and rejected by all his friends. As he got closer I noticed his skin looked blotchy and leathery, now hanging loosely over his malnourished face. He talked of his problem, most concerning of which was the continuing fear of being stalked. This time I did not offer any reassuring words to the boy, instead looking at him with glassy eyes. As our conversation ended I wished him a recovery from his horrid situation, in response, he looked and me and wished the same thing, claiming that we were in this together. A perplexing statement, considering the full extent of my misery was not known to the boy.
Upon entering the bar I got nothing but frightful glances from the inhabitants. I took my seat at the bar, and those around me noticeably moved away. After finishing my first drink, failing to strike up any meaningful conversation with the bartender, I paid my bill and headed into the bathroom. It was here while looking into the mirror I realized how ill I appeared. My hair had grown out to an unnatural length, being oily and ratted throughout. My face was thin and frail, its lines now perpetually conveying misery and dread. My body looked the same way, my clothes hung loosely over my frail and unwashed body, I looked like a skeleton underneath it all. I did my business and left, resigning to return immediately to my home, where those frightful eyes could not reach me.
Crestfallen and with much time to spare, I decided to spend a few days organizing my abode, in hopes of finding the cause of its many oddities. I soon realized that the house had a peculiar way of keeping itself cluttered. Days I would spend cleaning and organizing would be unearthed upon my waking the next day. It wasn’t until mid-January that I finally managed to get the place neatly packed up. With no sign of the missing objects, and having found many more strange notes, I was more convinced now than ever that foul play must be present. I didn’t trust the police, so I decided to hold off on informing them until I found something more substantial, a wish that would soon be fulfilled.
It was within my closet that I found the strange trapdoor leading to a tiny room. The door had been hidden with all manner of items, and upon finding it my bones chilled and a tingle crept up my spine. I opened the door to find a small space, barely enough to fit a huddled-up body inside. Lying on the floor in the space, placed in a ritualistic manner, were all the miscellaneous items that were stolen from me, and along with them was a pack of sticky notes and a pen. The walls of the place were filled with the same type of notes scattered through my home, two peculiar ones stuck out, one being a rudimentary map of my apartment with small dots scatted throughout it, and another being what seemed to be a grocery list. The discovery made me frightened, but more so it made me angry.
I backed away from the crawlspace and began ranting and raving, stomping through my home and screaming out threats towards whoever may have been in my home at the time. It made all the sense in the world, if there was one hidden cubby, there very well may have been more. I did the only thing I could think of and threw all my organized mess around, frantically searching for another cubby, one that might’ve had the perpetrator within it. I knew who was stalking me, it was the night watchman, Ted, he had to be the one behind this terror. I screamed threats toward him as loud as my lungs could muster while continuing my search for further hidden artifacts and rooms.
I was unable to find another such chilling abode before I heard a knock on my door. It was two police officers, sent here due to a complaint by my neighbors. I thought them fools for disturbing my important search, and I flung open the door to relay that to them. Upon viewing me their faces twisted into disgust and fright, and upon asking me what I was doing I told them in a cold and callous tone. They were doubtful of my truth, believing me mad just as they had the first victim of the night watchman. I took them to my closet and revealed to them the frightful cubby, however upon viewing the nightmare they looked at me with apparent concern, their eyes betraying their belief that I was the one responsible.
The two officers eyed me down in between glances at one another, before telling me that they needed to take me in for a psych evaluation. I vehemently refused, and when the officer reached to try to calm me down I smacked his hand away and pushed past them both before they could take me away. I burst through my door to find the whole hall peering through their doors towards me, their horrible, intrusive eyes peering through my body and into my soul. I ran as fast as I could, bolting down the steps ignoring the screams of my neighbors and cops as I went. I made it outside, taking a sharp right down a dingy alleyway, running as fast as I could through the shadowed streets.
I lurked in the darkness for quite a while until I was sure I had lost the police. I crept about, I knew I couldn’t return to my apartment, either the police or Ted would be waiting for me when I did, so I decided to find an alleyway where I could make my new home. After much careful creeping about, I did exactly that. It was a damp, dark place, illuminated by neither sun nor moon, I needed that, I couldn’t let them find me. I moved some trash into position to make a suitable bed, obscured beneath the shadows and garbage of the alleyway, and slept, pondering what I was to do next.
My dreams have become a hellish nightmare. Every time I close my eyes I’m back in that apartment, but not where I normally resided, I’m hidden away in that cubby. I hear myself walking about, continuing the life I had just a few months prior. I write notes, some the insane ramblings that push their way into my mind, others warnings to my previous self about his future. Sometimes, I dream of being outside that cubby, lurking about my apartment as my other self sleeps soundly on his bed. I take what I need and leave the warnings where I hope my past self can find them, before resigning once more to my hiding place. There is not a night where I sleep soundly, these insane dreams haunt my rest, reminding me of my suffering, reminding me of the night watchman who lurks ever near.
My waking hours are hardly better. I never move about during the day, I’m entirely nocturnal. I need the cover of darkness to hide me from those who want to take me. I creep about the town, stealing anything that I can use. Houses are easy to break into here, nearly every one has a crawlspace beneath it, a crawlspace I can quietly sneak into and use as an access point for the home. I steal food, clothing, tools, anything that can keep me alive for another day I take as I please. On a few occasions, I’ve been caught in my acts, leaving the homeowners screaming, terrified at merely viewing my putrid form. So far none has been quick enough to catch me, I’m always able to slink away back into the cover of darkness, back where I belong. I’ve sustained myself like this for weeks now, leeching off the sane in a desperate plea to save my maddened self, but in my heart, I know the end of my escapades is not far off.
Occasionally I hear of myself from the townsfolk. Listening in from an unseen position, I hear rumors of the night watchman, of the cursed beast who roams the town at night. In their assertion they are correct, this torment has turned me into a beast beyond all reason and sanity. Occasionally I see myself, reflected in pools of water in the pale moonlight. In those puddles, I see a true beast, one more horrifying than the worst nightmares of man. For the sanity of man, and the safety of myself, I hide myself, as there is no place safe for a monster such as me.
2024.06.07 18:02 sufimagic Unleash the Power of the Sacred Seal! 🌟
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2024.06.07 17:53 reversethecurse42 [US-WA] [H] Keyboards (Angry Miao Relic80, Cyberboard R1), GMK sets (Trackday, Metropolis, Gregory, Electric), misc. items and keycaps [W] PayPal
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Hello all,
Continuing to downsize my collection. Any questions, please let me know. If you would like additional pictures, please let me know as well. I can normally ship items out the day after payment is received.
PayPal only. Price includes PayPal fee but does not include shipping. PM me your zip code and I will provide a quote. Will ship in the CONUS only. I will update post when items are sold. Not FCFS. Ask for bundle discount but be reasonable.
There may be items in timestamp and pictures that have sold from previous listing.
Comment first, no Reddit chats please, use PM. No trades. Thank you.
Angry Miao Relic80 WKL meteor bundle $570:
This was the bundle kit directly from AM so it came prebuilt. The bundle includes AM Icy Pro Silver switches, Ink black stabilizers and Glacier dark transparent keycaps. Used a few times but basically has sat on my display shelf. Will ship in original case with everything that came from AM including the original box packaging.
Angry Miao Cyberboard R1 Purple Haze $350:
Bought from another user on here. I have never built the board and the previous owner stated that they never built the board either. Will ship in original briefcase and tools from AM. Default plate, hotswap PCB.
Angry Miao Cyberboard R1 PCB $30:
BNIB R1 PCB. This PCB will only work with the R1 Cyberboard.
Angry Miao Sniper 2.4 dongle $15:
Used once but decided that I do not use wireless enough to keep.
Saturn60 PCB and Utilitarian plate $35:
Titan60 PCB is sealed and Utilitarian plate has never been used.
GMK Gregory bundle $235: SOLD
GMK Gregory base + Novelties + Extension Full Yellow + Spacebars. Bought used from another user on here. No shine. Will ship in trays but not original packaging.
GMK Electric bundle SEALED $165:
Bought from a user on here in hopes it would match my Boog75, but the colors were not close enough for my liking. Selling for what I paid. GMK electric base + dark alphas + symbols + electric circuit deskpad + rainbow circuit deskpad all new sealed. Not splitting items.
GMK Metropolis R2 base SEALED $80:
BNIB Sealed
GMK Trackday base SEALED $80:
BNIB Sealed
SA Tatooine $30:
Mounted once. I bought these to see if I would enjoy using the SA profile but decided it is not for me. Please research the QC issues with this set. Hence why they are marked down from $250 retail. Shipped in bag.
Blue and white DSA numpad and other mods FREE with purchase of keyboard or other GMK keycap set:
Full numpad and random mix of mods. See pictures for all keycaps included.
Olivia clone numpad and other mods FREE with purchase of keyboard or other GMK keycap set:
Full numpad and random mix of mods. See pictures for all keycaps included.
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Hello all,
Continuing to downsize my collection. Any questions, please let me know. If you would like additional pictures, please let me know as well. I can normally ship items out the day after payment is received.
PayPal only. Price includes PayPal fee but does not include shipping. PM me your zip code and I will provide a quote. Will ship in the CONUS only. I will update post when items are sold. Not FCFS. Ask for bundle discount but be reasonable.
There may be items in timestamp and pictures that have sold from previous listing.
Comment first, no Reddit chats please, use PM. No trades. Thank you.
Angry Miao Relic80 WKL meteor bundle $570:
This was the bundle kit directly from AM so it came prebuilt. The bundle includes AM Icy Pro Silver switches, Ink black stabilizers and Glacier dark transparent keycaps. Used a few times but basically has sat on my display shelf. Will ship in original case with everything that came from AM including the original box packaging.
Angry Miao Cyberboard R1 Purple Haze $350:
Bought from another user on here. I have never built the board and the previous owner stated that they never built the board either. Will ship in original briefcase and tools from AM. Default plate, hotswap PCB.
Angry Miao Cyberboard R1 PCB $30:
BNIB R1 PCB. This PCB will only work with the R1 Cyberboard.
Angry Miao Sniper 2.4 dongle $15:
Used once but decided that I do not use wireless enough to keep.
Saturn60 PCB and Utilitarian plate $35:
Titan60 PCB is sealed and Utilitarian plate has never been used.
GMK Electric bundle SEALED $165:
Bought from a user on here in hopes it would match my Boog75, but the colors were not close enough for my liking. Selling for what I paid. GMK electric base + dark alphas + symbols + electric circuit deskpad + rainbow circuit deskpad all new sealed. Not splitting items.
GMK Metropolis R2 base SEALED $80:
BNIB Sealed
GMK Trackday base SEALED $80:
BNIB Sealed
SA Tatooine $30:
Mounted once. I bought these to see if I would enjoy using the SA profile but decided it is not for me. Please research the QC issues with this set. Hence why they are marked down from $250 retail. Shipped in bag.
Blue and white DSA numpad and other mods FREE with purchase of keyboard or other GMK keycap set:
Full numpad and random mix of mods. See pictures for all keycaps included.
Olivia clone numpad and other mods FREE with purchase of keyboard or other GMK keycap set:
Full numpad and random mix of mods. See pictures for all keycaps included.
2024.06.07 17:43 glogems ⚡️WIPs of my animation inspired by “Made to Parade”⚡️⛓️🐍☀️
 | For this track I was determined to introduce chains, another signature symbol in Queens’ universe.. submitted by glogems to qotsa [link] [comments] After a few iterations, I once again went for a ‘less is more’ approach ( sounds way easier than it actually is! ) and finally framed the 3 scenes for my small montage🎥 Before and afters from roughs to the style frames I made when choosing the final colour palette! New animated track dropping tomorrow, stay tuned🎸🐍✨ Only 3 to go!! 9 days until ITNR turns 1 🎁✨ As always feel free to follow the whole project on my Instagram Here you can find the animated tracks I dropped so far🎥 🔗 What the peephole say 🔗 Sicily 🔗 Carnavoyer 🔗 Time & Place 🔗 Paper Machete 🔗 Negative Space 🔗 Made to Parade |
2024.06.07 17:43 coffindump I love you, Project Linus. (Tw:ED)
(I am not affiliated with Project Linus, I am just a very thankful recipient of a quilt from that amazing group) (also I’m very sorry if this isn’t allowed here, I just got a bit emotional and am feeling so grateful for my quilt!)
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It was December 1, 2021. I had turned 17 in July. I went to a doctor’s appointment because my face had been swollen for about a month and it was really bothering me. In my horribly deprived and one track brain, I assumed it had something to do with my thyroid. It became obvious moments into my appointment that my condition was serious. I assumed that since I didn’t make myself throw up that my swollen face could never have anything to do with my eating disorder. I was declared clinically “severely anorexic” from my weight and struggling vital signs. No one even wanted to talk about my facial swelling. Everything was just about tests and weight and how to get me somewhere as soon as possible. I knew it was bad. I didn’t know it was Immediately-Involve-CPS-and-Ship-To-Stanford-Children’s-Hospital bad. I didn’t live with any family because they were all on something and couldn’t take care of me. I had lived with my ex-girlfriend’s family for about 2.5 years at this point. I told my ex’s mom what was happening and thankfully the hospital let her take me instead of CPS.( You might be wondering how no one noticed me being sick when I was so obviously sick. Well, I dressed in baggy clothes and always seemed to be in the kitchen. I wasn’t close with my ex’s parents and I worked a lot and never made any issues or drew any attention to myself. )My ex’s lovely mom drove many hours from my home, Humboldt, CA, all the way to MountainView to be seen at Stanford Children’s Hospital. I really didn’t want to go. I was content with just dying. I had given up. When we arrived I had been seen by many people and felt overwhelmed. I was so cold the whole time, even though I had been fully decked out in winter clothes. It was very evident I’d have to stay here a long time. I was bawling and horrified. I was told I would have to live in the hospital and be under close supervision at all times. Have all my meals be planned out and have to eat everything on my plate. I wasn’t allowed to go anywhere except 3 rooms : My room, the dining area, and the craft room. I’d sleep with heart monitors on. When I entered the area I’d be staying in they let me pick a blanket from this beautiful pile of quilts. I liked this one because it reminded me of stars and the moon and it had a couple of patches with cows on it. For a moment I felt myself light up. I loved this blanket so much. Since I had been being seen in the larger hospital for many hours it had become night by the time I had arrived to my room. If you’ve stayed in a hospital you probably know how horrible the blankets are. I kept this blanket on the bottom because it was so much softer than the other blankets they gave me, and I needed a LOT because my body was unable to maintain a warm temperature by itself.I was so thankful for this quilt. Not only had it given me something soft to sleep with, but it had also made me feel loved. Someone cared enough about kids like me to put time into a quilt and send it off into the world without a chance of a personal “thank you.” I didn’t have any adults in my life that seemed like they cared until my ex’s mom took me here and said that they did. She couldn’t stay with me and had to go home, it was absolutely heart wrenching but I still had a symbol of love with me, the quilt.
I had to stay there for a month. Had Christmas in the hospital with no family or friends near, but I had made it through. Every night spent wrapped in my quilt, I even sat on it quite often because my butt was too bony to sit on. Though I had entered the hospital unwillingly and hesitantly, regaining consciousness from eating enough food was the absolute game changer that showed me that I couldn’t live like this anymore. It was impossible. I knew if I continued to starve I would die very soon. There were many set backs, relapses, alcohol problems, and terrifying eye openers… but I made it! I’m okay now! I barely graduated high school and have been in college since. I found a love for poetry and continued to refine my visual art. I moved to New York (state) with my new partner and we have a lovely life together. Getting out of my hometown saved me. To whoever made this quilt, and to anyone who has made a quilt for Project Linus, thank you. The quilt doesn’t fix everything. The quilt doesn’t directly help with sickness. But the quilt does bring a homey touch to a hospital bed, and it lets us know that we are loved and thought of. I still use this quilt every day. I’m trying to work through all the trauma that caused me to hurt myself and the blanket is always near. It’s a symbol of hope and better times ahead, a reminder that I’ve done hard things before and can do it again, and a token of love from a caring stranger.Thank you, thank you, thank you!
2024.06.07 17:34 HoldYoBreath The Watchers film by Ishana Shyamalam Fan Theory and ending explained [SPOILERS]
My complete theory that Mina is actually not human. She is at least part Watchehalfling just without the powers to shape shift. 1. Mina has a compulsion to copy people- She mimics her sister when listening to her voicemail, mimics her mother in the car as a child which inevitably kills her. She mocks the reality tv show character when trapped in the coop. And she puts on wigs, pretends to be different characters (ballerina) at night for fun while seducing men. She also has a hobby drawing people. 2. Foreshadowing and breaking the 4th wall- When Mina gets in her car with the bird she turns the mirror as if to talk to the bird but she actually lines her eyes directly at the audience and says "I'm not who you think I am" 3. Mina's family- Her father is never mentioned and could be a Watcher who shape shifted and had a child with the mother causing Mina to be part watcher. The professor speaks about these creatures living among us without anyone ever knowing. Just a coincidence her sister is a twin, an exact replica. Possibly she copied her sisters genes in the womb and never knew her powers. I'm not exactly sure why she is a twin but its too much a coincidence. The mother was extremely agitated when Mina was mocking her in the car perhaps because she knows of her daughters true bloodline and is repulsed by any behavior to remind her of the father. 4. The symbolism of pets- Mina bonds with the bird in the cage. She keeps it throughout the whole movie. An animal with wings who has a habit of mocking what it hears. At first she believes it cannot talk (without its powers) but is surprised when it mocks her. Only by freeing the bird at the end of the movie does she free herself and Madeline from the "Coop" a term used to describe a pen or cage for birds. Mina also works in a pet store by day, with animals in cages who are just trapped and watched by their owners. Madeline calls everyone in the coop "her pets" that she kept so she could observe them closely. 5. Mina's other similarities to watchers- The watchers are very manipulative. They play tricks on the humans in the coop to get them to leave. Mina is able to manipulate Daniel to lower her into the burrow. Madeline realizes she easily manipulated Daniel due to his impulsivity. Mina seems to have a history of seducing men when dressing up at night as well. Also when Mina and Madeline were hiding from the watchers in the log the watchers were unable to smell either one. Madeline (Actually a halfling) attributed it to the rotting wood but her and Mina both don't have the typical human scent. 6. Mina's attachment to the watchers- While viewing the professors videos the watcher who is captured (who we later find out is present day "Madeline") is shown in a cage. The professor also speaks about shooting the creature. Mina is the only one crying and emotional about the situation while watching the clips. Mina is also fascinated with the watchers as much as they are fascinated with her throughout the movie and is very interested when she was in the professors office. 7. Mina survived the car accident as a child without a scratch on her. Perhaps her robustness is a result of bloodline from watchers who are mythical and seem immortal. There are many other uses of symbolism throughout the film with mirrors, the reality tv show of people trapped in a house with everyone watching on an old glass television and the mention of "Wonderland" relating to Alice in Wonderland and its sequel Through the Looking Glass.
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2024.06.07 17:33 Interesting_Low_4310 TDU-SC Demo: A Promising Drive with Speed Bumps [My Experience and Demo Review]
I’ve played hundreds of hours in TDU2 and have also experienced Forza 3, 4, 5, and the latest NFS, The Crew titles among others. This game operates on a smaller budget and is more focused on cars, lifestyle, and driving (not racing). Therefore, it’s not entirely fair to compare it to other mainstream games. Additionally, I understand that this demo represents an older version with some content locked away.
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The Good:
- Car Catalogue: The selection is good, and the car models look great.
- No Microtransactions at Launch: This is a big plus.
- Progression: The grind to progress feels reasonable and fresh. Supercars aren’t handed out every 10 minutes; you admire them, test drive them, and earn them by winning races and challenges.
- World Environment: The buildings give a good city feel with detailed elements like plants, bins, lampposts, and store signs. Some areas like back streets feel empty, but it makes sense for navigational ease. I haven't gone off-road yet!
- Car Customization: Customization options like paint, stickers, and wheels are good. However, I haven’t found options for spoilers, body kits, or bumpers, which might be car-specific or a comparison issue with the likes of Forza and NFS.
- Car Interaction: Features like headlights, wipers, indicators, and convertible tops are classic TDU and great to see returning.
- Dealerships: Interacting with cars, honking the horn, revving the engine, and test-driving before buying are enjoyable.
- AI Difficulty Scaling: The AI is supposed to scale to your level, ensuring you don’t win every race with a massive 20sec lead, I have noticed them get progressively harder and harder during my time in the demo.
- Frim Returns: A nice feature for roaming the open world and travelling between places.
- Wrecks Return: Exciting to see them back, I will be hunting them at launch!
- Photo Mode: A welcome feature, though I don’t personally use it much, I know people that do.
- Exploration: You can drive almost anywhere, not just on roads, including parking areas and open land and dog parks. Some terrain is bumpy and needs smoothing.
- Sense of Speed: Speeds are sensible and more realistic compared to other games.
- Fast Traveling: Limited fast traveling is good imo, encouraging driving to races and appreciating the scenery. Currently, you can only fast travel to gas stations and HQs, which are well-distributed.
The Bad:
- Optimization: Obvious out of the way, the game needs optimization before launch. It runs at 30fps on an RTX 3070 Ti/Intel 10700 @ 1080p on low settings with DLSS set to performance. After an hour, it went up to 70ish fps somehow. So I set it at 1440p on medium settings, and it stayed at a playable 55-60fps. I Understand optimization usually improves closer to launch.
- Driving License School: The driving license school from the old TDU is missing and I believe it was a good intro for new players and helped progress the story. It made players feel accomplished and prepared for bigger and faster championships.
- Ghost City Vibe: There’s a lack of NPC cars and pedestrians, creating a ghost city vibe. Also, 90% of visible cars are red taxis. And also when driving half of them disappear as you get close to them.
- AI Issues: AI cars in free roam often crash on their own accord and screech their tyres for no reason. Better pathing is needed imo.
- Orange Arrows in Races: These make it feel heavily arcade-y. Imo, the arrows should be smaller, similar to the parking lane text size. I think the constant glowing line and floating text for parking lanes are not needed.
- Keyboard Controls: The arrow keys and mouse movement don’t allow you to look around; it’s mapped to the num pad, which is odd.
- Handling: Handling of the cars is a mix of sim and arcade. Hitting curbs jolts the car, which can cause spins. Hitting signs and railings slows you down, but you can plow through trees and lamp posts, which is a bit strange and wacky.
- No Houses at Launch: Houses are planned for the future. It would be great to see customizable interiors like furniture walls and floors as well as garage slots like in the old TDU. Customizing the hotels before launching houses could streamline this feature.
- Car Damage: On low/medium settings, car damage looks like a texture applied to the car rather than actual damage like crumpling or dents, this means it does not affect handling. This may be intentional.
- Racing Modes: The game currently only has races, time trials, and a new cool domination mode. There are no speed points, speed trap or elimination racemodes yet.
- Time Trials: Time trials lack a +/- indicator for each checkpoint, making it hard to gauge performance. There’s also no penalty for going off-road or damaging the car, unlike in TDU2.
Other Notes:
- Music: The soundtrack is generic EDM, which is fine I suppose.
- Community Feedback: Spoke to a couple people in the dealerships and the workshop, players seemed positive about the game, but understand the issues.
- Story/Progression: The demo might have cut a lot, the only thing that happened in the demo was joining a clan (streets or sharps). Usually in racing games, there’s an overarching story like defeating a bad guy or winning all the championships.
- Player Models: The models seem a bit dated, but it’s acceptable for a AA game, I did have it on low graphics too. The characters can be customised quite a lot, including clothes, face structure, however I would like to see a few more presets. also choose this at the beginning of the game as everyone is a white blonde woman atm which is funny.
- Instant Challenges: Can see above people heads, but disabled in the demo, so I can’t comment on their mechanics or performance.
- Ambient Music: Places like hotels and dealerships lack ambient music, making them feel eerie.
- Car Upgrades: The upgrade system is primitive, which has both pros and cons. It’s better than The Crew’s grind for component ratings and simpler than NFS’s sometimes overly complex system at times for noobs. The rarity-based system (common, uncommon, rare, legendary or whatever name) is straightforward but lacks depth, like choosing turbos between single, twin turbos, snail, turbocharged.
Bugs:
- Experienced an infinite 'loading saved game' screen when starting the game, but few other bugs after that.
- No game crashes, menu issues, or bad clipping.
- I also see people getting server issues, I haven't encountered a single one.
Conclusion: This game has potential and could be great at launch or when fully fleshed out post-launch. Despite a rocky demo, I’m hopeful for this game and will wait for the open beta at the end of next month before pre-ordering
Thanks if you are still reading!2024.06.07 17:19 WickerDan0801 Episode concept - SMG4: Pride, Prejudice, and Paisanos
I’ve been wanting to see them do a pride month episode where Luigi gets fed up with being used for gay jokes and stands up to SMG4. It seems the show is still stuck on teasing you-know-what so, I decided to make it myself. Well, make the plot, anyway.
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- Luigi is tending to his flower shop when he catches SMG4 filming him through the window, but SMG4 slips away before Luigi can confront him.
- Suspicious, Luigi heads to the castle and spies on SMG4, who turns out to be making a meme about Luigi being the “straightest male florist” with a compilation of images of him making out with body pillows of men.
- Following flashbacks of similar incidents, Luigi becomes enraged and promptly summons the whole gang for a faux trial. Luigi rips into SMG4 for treating his sexuality as a joke (something so prevalent half the crew is surprised to learn he’s actually gay) and sentences him to one forced attendance of an LGBT pride rally.
- The next day, Luigi drags SMG4 and Mario to a pride rally. SMG4 asks what exactly they do at pride rallies, to which Luigi explains it’s like a big street party celebrating LGBT people, with various activities and vendors and LGBT artists and advocates showcasing their work (which apparently includes Wario wearing trans flag colors and shaking his rear on the stage)
- Luigi takes the duo to an exhibit explaining all the different sexualities, but Mario keeps interrupting Luigi’s spiel and calling it boring until SMG4 slaps him. Mario then notices there’s food trucks and wants to get lunch, but Luigi and SMG4 tell him they’ll eat later and need to check out more of the rally first. However, they notice some commotion and get distracted from Mario, allowing him to run off.
- Mario approaches the food trucks and spots Waluigi in a taco truck. Waluigi waves him over and tells him that he recently added a spaghetti taco to the menu. Mario excitedly orders one, but then realizes he doesn’t have money. Mario’s solution is to try to convince people Waluigi won’t give him a taco because he’s gay, which falls flat when someone points out that no one who refuses to serve gay people would set up shop at a pride rally.
- Luigi and SMG4 find the disturbance to be a conservative couple (evidently Whimpu’s parents as he is with them, plus the subtle detail of his mom and dad respectively having red and white hair to combine for his pink hair, although Whimpu looks rather uncomfortable being there) disrupting the rally by calling people degenerates and flaunting how “perfect” their nuclear family is. Luigi stands up to them, prompting Whimpu’s dad to call over a bunch of thugs. A fight breaks out, but Luigi and SMG4 beat up all the thugs, earning cheers from the rally-goers. Whimpu and his parents are noticeably missing after the fight.
- The duo are invited to come up to the stage and speak by the organizer of the rally (a guy in a rainbow suit named Mr. Gay). SMG4 realizes he has the attention of a whole festival, becomes overwhelmed by the urge to advertise his YouTube channel (visualized by him hallucinating monetization symbols over the crowd), shoves Luigi away from the mic, and tells the rally they can go to his YouTube channel to watch him fight more bad guys and go on crazy adventures with his friends, like Luigi and Mario. He calls attention to Mario, only to realize all too late that Mario destroyed Waluigi’s taco truck and is now eating a stolen spaghetti taco while naked. Mr. Gay accuses the trio of trying to make the rally look bad, sending them running as the crowd turns into an angry mob.
- Luigi, SMG4 and Mario get close to the castle, but the lynch mob is still in tow. They’re about to reach the doors when a car suddenly drives around the mob and parks between the trio and the castle, blocking the trio’s path. Whimpu’s family steps out, and the dad growls that it’s time to put the trio in his place. He pulls out a gun and aims it at Luigi, while the mob (who still thinks the trio are homophobes now getting their just deserts) look on in bloodlust, when Whimpu suddenly steps in between them and yells at his dad to stop. His dad in turn demands to know why he’d defend these weirdos, causing Whimpu to loudly reveal he’s gay.
- The shocked silence this creates ends with an awkward cough revealing that the rest of the Glitchy Gang had pulled up to help SMG4 and co. just in time to hear Whimpu. Saiko comes forward to express her confusion, as Whimpu had been aggressively simping for her for as long as they knew each other. Whimpu confesses it was an act he put on because his parents hated people for being different and it made him ashamed of who he really was. Saiko glares at his parents, puts a hand on his shoulder, and tells him she has his back and understands what he’s going through… because she’s bisexual. More of the Glitchy Gang comes forward to confirm they’re LGBT for Whimpu—Tari is pan; Belle is lesbian; Rob is ace; even Bob admits to being a trans guy (with some coercing from Saiko).
- Whimpu’s dad sighs and tells Whimpu he can stay with his friends… because he’s not allowed back in the house, to Whimpu’s horror. He disowns Whimpu in front of everyone and calls him a disappointment before he and his wife get back in the car and drive away. Luigi watches the couple leave, then looks at Whimpu tearfully embracing Saiko, then turns to SMG4 and Mario and asks if they understand why groups like the LGBT need celebrations. Mario and SMG4 share a glance and solemnly nod. SMG4 asks Mr. Gay if they’re chill now. Mr. Gay says yes, but he thinks they should still beat up Mario for being naked. SMG4 agrees, ending the episode with Mario screaming as everyone attacks him.