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2024.05.14 20:57 Flagg1991 Children of the Night (Part 2)

The world was a boozy whirl of lights and sounds. Images, broken and fragmented, came and went. Voices, laughter, screaming. The ground pitched like the deck of a tempest-tossed ship, and he felt heavy, as though the ground were pulling him to it. C’mere, Dommy. He fell, lay on the pavement, and pushed himself up again, staggering like a drunk on his way home. His head spun, his body ached, and things seemed blurry, like half-formed images glimpsed underwater.
It was the light blue hour before dawn and Dom was…somewhere. He should have recognized the stores and street signs around him, but he didn’t. His head felt like it was stuffed with cotton, and a sense of confusion gripped him so strongly that he was beginning to panic. Where was he? What happened?
The world spun away again and the next thing he knew, he was lying in a heap of garbage bags, used needles, and rubbish. He came awake with a jerk and sat up so fast that a bolt of pain jammed into his skull. He winced and pressed his hand to his forehead. He felt hot, clammy.
Something was seriously wrong.
Somehow he got to his feet again and started walking. The sun was up now and the streets were filled with people. They all sneered in disgust as he passed, and he wrapped his arms around his chest like a baby comforting itself. He was getting cold. His muscles were sore. Tears streamed down his face and he wanted to cry.
Going on instinct alone, Dom made his way back home and climbed the steps to his apartment. Exhaustion swept over him and he sagged against the door as he dug in his pocket for the keys. They shook in his hand and he had to focus really hard to get the key into the lock.
Inside, he collapsed onto the couch and his eyelids instantly drooped. He was so weary that he couldn’t lift his head, couldn’t form a single coherent thought. Dom felt himself starting to sink, and snapped his eyes open with a start. Something in his soul told him that if he slept, he would die.
He couldn’t help it, though. He was falling, tumbling, hands reaching up from hell to grab him. His eyes fluttered closed again and the world started to go dark, his heart slamming in fear. He tried to fight, but the pull of darkness was too strong, too alluring. Why was he fighting? Why not just…give up? Hadn’t he thought of killing himself before? Didn’t he hate his life and himself? What was there to fight for? A wife? Kids? A community that loved and respected him? Shit, affordable groceries?
No.
There was nothing.
He had nothing and was nothing.
A sense of peace blossomed from the darkness, and suddenly death didn’t seem so scary. In fact, it was warm…inviting.
It was life that was cold and hateful. Not death.
Death accepted you no matter who you were. It didn’t reject you…it didn’t ignore you. If you sought it, you would find it, and if you embraced it, it would embrace you.
With that thought in mind, Dom gave up.
And died.
***
Bruce Kenner, captain of the 5th Albany precinct, sat behind his desk on the morning of June 28 and lazily leafed through a stack of files as he sipped from a mug of coffee. A roughly built man with a dark goatee and graying blonde hair, he looked more like a small town southern sheriff than a low level public works functionary. In fact, he tended to act like it too. He liked to hunt, fish, and drink beer on his off time. Albany wasn’t a big city, but it was big enough that you never got a fucking break. Run here, run there, arrest this asshole, investigate that asshole. By the time Friday rolled around, he was so ready for the peace and tranquility of a fishing trip he could taste it.
Already this Monday morning, he was looking forward to another one.
Over the weekend, three kids went missing in the Pine Hills and Washington Park area, bringing the total for that summer up to eight. All were teenagers, all were troubled. Most were boys, but two were girls.
Troubled kids run away all the time. They might be gone a few days, sulking at a friend’s house over something their father or mother did, but they’d eventually come home. None of these kids had come back yet and from what he knew, a few of them weren’t the runaway types. They were shits at school and caused problems, but they had no reason to up and leave. Hell, Bruce himself raised hell as a kid, but he always found his way back home, even if he spent the previous night dying in a field from Mad Dogg 20/20 poisoning.
One or two kids going missing…okay, it happens. Eight? Over a span of four weeks?
Yeah, something was wrong here.
But what?
There was nothing on any of these kids. No one saw them, no one knew anything - one minute they were here, the next they weren’t. What could he or anyone else do with that?. The public broke cops’ balls all the time, but if you don’t have evidence, you don’t have evidence. What do you want? Door to door searches? Roadblocks? Dogs and helicopters? Yeah, then when you actually do it, they cry fascism. Guess I’ll just use my Spidey Senses.
Bruce wished he had spidey senses. He wanted to find these kids as much as anyone, and he was starting to get pissed off that he couldn’t. He took another sip from his mug and read on. The latest kids to go missing were three boys between the ages of fourteen and eighteen.
They were all white, all thin (except for one). If there was a serial killer in town - and Bruce hoped to fuck there wasn’t - he had a type. What, black kids aren’t good enough to kill, cannibalize, and wear like a skin suit? They should charge him with a hate crime for discrimination.
That way he’d actually stay locked up.
The door opened and Vanessa Rodregiez, his deputy, came in. A tall, shapely Hispanic woman with dark eyes and a mouth poised always on the edge of a smile, she wore her black hair in a ponytail that would look stern and severe on anyone else, but on her, looked childlike. She was twenty-seven and had been on the force for three years, but you could be forgiven for thinking her much younger. “Bright and early, I see,” she said with a grin.
Bruce grumbled.
Vanessa held down the fort during the graveyard shift, acting to the night as he acted to the day. She was young and full of energy, which clashed with Bruce, who was old and just wanted to be left alone. Despite their differences, Bruce loved her like a kid sister…an annoying kid sister he wanted to throat punch sometimes.
“You missed all the fun last night,” she said and parked her butt on the edge of Bruce’s desk. He glared at her, but she ignored him.
“Good,” he said. Then: “What happened?”
“Big fight outside of Club Vlad,” she said. “It looked like a WorldStar video.”
For a moment, Bruce was lost. “Club what?”
“Club Vlad,” Vanessa said. “Where the Fuze Box used to be.”
Ah, right. The Fuze Box was an Albany landmark, a night club for punks…or goths…or someone. Certainly not for Bruce Kenner. It was small, dingy, and always had people in black waiting outside. On Friday and Saturday nights, it blasted strange music with lyrics about fighting The Man. Kids had been fighting the Man since before Bruce was even born and they hadn’t beaten him yet. Kudos to them for still trying.
Last year, The Fuze Box closed down and someone else bought it. It reopened last month and looked more or less the same: Posers, shitty music, and spiked hair. So much spiked hair. “Place is still a pain in the ass,” Bruce said.
“Yep,” Vanessa chirped. “It doesn’t know what it wants to be now. One minute they play nightcore, the next EDM. It’s all over the place.”
Bruce raised a quizzical brow.
“Not that I’ve ever been there in my free time,” Vanessa said in a tone that suggested she had,
Bruce gave a judgemental hum.
“Anyway,” Vanessa went on, “you see we have some new missing persons?”
Sighing, Bruce sat back in his chair. “Yeah. I did.”
“People are starting to ask questions,” Vanessa warned.
That brought a terse smile to Bruce’s weathered face. “Maybe they’ll solve it then.”
“Ha, fat chance,” Vanessa said. She got up and stretched. “Anyway, I’m bushed. Here’s my…” she trailed off and looked at her empty hands. “Damn, where’s my report? I just had it?” She turned in a confused circle as if she might be able to spot her report making a break for it. “Huh,” she said. She left the office and came back a moment later holding a folder. “Found it,” she grinned.
Bruce just looked at her.
“Um…here it is.”
He didn’t take it.
Her smile faltered. She carefully sat it on top of the files Bruce was looking at.
And his hands.
“I’ll just leave that right here.” She patted it for good measure.
“Thank you,” Bruce said.
“Okay. Night.”
“Goodnight,” Bruce said as she left through a shaft of morning sunlight. Alone, Bruce sat her report aside and went back to the missing kids. This case was giving him a headache and it wasn’t even nine. With a deep sigh, he slumped back in his chair and drummed his fingers on the armrests.
Was it Saturday yet?
He could really use a fishing trip.
***
Dom came awake in the cold purple twilight with a shocked gasp like a man coming up seconds before drowning. His eyes strained from his sweaty face and his mouth hung slack, twisted in a gruesome parody of The Scream. His mind was muddled, murky - he didn’t know where he was or even who he was, but he knew this,.
He couldn’t breathe.
He opened and closed his mouth like a fish, but his lungs did not fill with air. A great, unseen weight seemed to bear down on his chest, and panic gripped him. He tried to move, but his arms refused to heed his brain’s command. The weight seemed heavier, all over, crushing him like a bug. Confusion filled him and he started to pant.
Without warning, his bowels and bladder loosened, and horrible wetness filled his pants. He tried to sit up, but his body felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. His chest rose and fell with the frantic labor of his breath, but his lungs remained inert. A cry of fear bubbled up inside of him, but escaped his mouth only as a breathy groan.
A bust of adrenaline shot through him and he tried to stand, but succeeded only in falling off the couch instead, landing face first against the cold tile floor. He felt his nose crunch, but the pain was muted.
Dom thought he lost consciousness after that, but wasn’t sure. His next memory was of shivering so violently that his teeth clacked together. A phantom chill - perhaps from the floor - had settled into his bones, and was colder than he had ever been in his life, colder even than the time he fell into a snowbank and got lost when he was two. Shudders racked his body, and though he tried to turn over, he was too fucking heavy. It was like every muscle in his body had turned to dead weight. Fragmented thoughts swirled in his head, faint colors in the dark, but he couldn’t put any of them together.
With great effort, he managed to push himself slightly up, but a wave of lightheadedness crashed over him and he lowered his head once more. He stopped trying and simply lay there. Shortly, his eyes began to burn and he realized that he wasn’t blinking. Jesus Christ, he wasn’t blinking.
For some strange reason, that brought a fresh bout of panic. He started to hyperventilate, but his lungs still wouldn’t work. He wasn’t blinking…he wasn’t breathing…what was happening to him?
A whimper burst from his throat and he started to cry.
He must have cried himself to sleep, because he woke sometime later to the most intense headache he’d ever had. It felt like something was eating his brain from the inside out. He was sore all over, and could feel his muscles twitching, as though a thousand living things were burrowing through his body. A cramp shot down his right leg, and the toes of his left foot curled involuntarily. Slowly, his jaw clenched closed, and the muscles in his neck began to strain…then to burn. His panic turned to terror, and Dom wiggled across the floor like a worm, his limbs screaming in red agony and his brain filling with heat. He somehow wound up on his right side, and his arms curled slowly up to his chest, crossing at the wrists like a mummy. He tried to pull them apart, but the slightest movement sent waves of excruciating pain cutting through his body. His knees began to draw up to his stomach, and his fingers clenched tightly.
Cramps and spasms attacked every muscle in his body. He screamed through his teeth and shook, resembling a man in the electric chair as 40,000 volts of justice coursed through him. The pain grew gradually, getting worse and worse as minutes ticked by like hours. Higher, higher, higher - he clenched his eyes closed and shrieked as it became unbearable. Disjointed thoughts flashed through his mind - prayers, threats, curses, Jesus fucking…FUCK.
What was happening? God, what was happening to him? Was it fentanyl? He’d seen videos of people high on fentanyl, and they leaned in weird positions. He didn’t do drugs but maybe he ingested it somehow.
His panic may have returned if all of his muscles hadn’t picked that moment to contract as one. His eyes bulged from their sockets and his jaw unclenched just enough for him to utter a high. Agonized scream that echoed through his empty apartment like thunder.
A human being can only take so much before giving out. When the pain reached a crescendo, and Dom mercifully sank into consciousness once more. The sun rose and cascaded through the apartment’s sole window, falling over his huddled form. Slowly, it tracked across the sky before setting again. As the last rays disappeared behind the horizon, Dom’s eyes opened. The pain of the night before was blessedly gone, replaced by a feeling of numbness - the cool ash after the hot fire. His thoughts were slow and thick like molasses, but he could actually think again. Nightmare memories flooded back to him, but he wasn’t sure they were real. He was lying on his side, his arms wrapped around his chest as if for warmth, and his teeth lightly chattered against the icy chill. He was so cold that he didn’t want to move, but he couldn’t stay here forever. He needed help. He needed…
A shower.
Yeah, a hot shower. That would warm him up.
Gritting his teeth, he slowly sat up, ready for a burst of pain.
But none came.
He did, however, feel heavy. Getting to his feet, he stumbled and nearly fell, catching himself against the counter. His limbs had no feeling. It’s like they weren’t even there. Head hung, Dom tried to catch his breath, but it felt like he wasn’t breathing at all. His eyelids drooped closed and he felt like he was going to fall down. Summoning all the might he could, he shuffled into the bathroom with the stiff gait of an old man. He snapped the light on, and cold, white brilliance filled the space, blinding him.
Leaning heavily against the sink, he gripped the cold porcelain. Suddenly, he was afraid of looking into the mirror. He was sure that whatever reflection he saw, it would be of something else, something monstrous.
Dom lifted his head and faced the glass.
His heart shrank.
The man in the mirror was him but different. His skin was white as milk, lacking all color whatsoever save for the ugly purple patch on the left side. IResembling a giant bruise, it started at the temple and extended down to the slope of his neck, disappearing beneath his T-shirt. He gingerly lifted the shirt, and moaned when he saw that his entire left side was discolored, the purple edged with a puffy shade of pink. His sallow skin clung tight to his ribcage, and his hip bones stuck out so much it looked painful. Back in the mirror, his cheeks were sunken, hollow, and his eyes were a hazy, dishwater gray. His skull seemed bigger, his hair longer. Dom wanted to whip his head away from the phantom before him, to never see it again, but he was transfixed.
There was no way that thing was -
Dom looked away, cutting that thought off before it could finish.
A shower.
He needed a shower.
Slowly, stiffly, Dom undressed, peeling off his shirt and his soiled pants. He dropped them in a heap on the floor and stepped under the spray. He could feel the water pounding against him, but it provided no heat. It was neither hot nor cold. It was simply there.
Dom pressed his head to the slick shower wall and stood there for a long time. He was spent, tired, and fried - he had no more emotions left to give. He got out after a little while, dried off, and put on a clean pair of shorts. He settled into bed and lay there with his hands folded over his chest and his eyes open. They felt gritty, dry. His stomach felt bloated, gassy. He was drowsy now, the weight of the past two days (or was it two weeks?) coming down on him all at once. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
He was still asleep - but aware - when the knocking on his door started the next morning. Time was funny in this state of being, fast and jerky but also slow and echoing. Keys rattled the knob turned. The landlord came in with a cop. They saw him on the bed, laid out like a corpse for a viewing, and the cop radioed in a code 35. Soon, cops were all around him, making noise and touching things. He had the vague sense of discomfort and embarrassment at the intrusion. A baling man in a suit stood over him, a cop who looked like a redneck beside him. “He didn’t die here,” the medical examiner said.
The cop looked at him questioningly. Dom caught the name KENNER on his name tag.
“See this?” the M.E. said and gestured to Dom’s face. “That’s livor mortis. When you die, your blood pools at the lowest point. If you’re on your left side, for example, it pools on the left.”
Kenner looked at Dom and then back to the M.E. “Someone moved him?”
“Looks like it,” the M.E. said.
“When did he die?”
The M.E. examined Dom as though he were nothing more than a side of beef. “At a glance? Three days. I won’t have a better answer until I open him up.”
Dom was still awake when they put him into a body bag and zipped it up. He felt a stirring of fear beneath the cold numbness, but he was too tired to worry about it now.
Later, he thought.
He would panic later.
For now, Dom slept.
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2024.05.14 20:56 Flagg1991 Children of the Night (Part 2)

The world was a boozy whirl of lights and sounds. Images, broken and fragmented, came and went. Voices, laughter, screaming. The ground pitched like the deck of a tempest-tossed ship, and he felt heavy, as though the ground were pulling him to it. C’mere, Dommy. He fell, lay on the pavement, and pushed himself up again, staggering like a drunk on his way home. His head spun, his body ached, and things seemed blurry, like half-formed images glimpsed underwater.
It was the light blue hour before dawn and Dom was…somewhere. He should have recognized the stores and street signs around him, but he didn’t. His head felt like it was stuffed with cotton, and a sense of confusion gripped him so strongly that he was beginning to panic. Where was he? What happened?
The world spun away again and the next thing he knew, he was lying in a heap of garbage bags, used needles, and rubbish. He came awake with a jerk and sat up so fast that a bolt of pain jammed into his skull. He winced and pressed his hand to his forehead. He felt hot, clammy.
Something was seriously wrong.
Somehow he got to his feet again and started walking. The sun was up now and the streets were filled with people. They all sneered in disgust as he passed, and he wrapped his arms around his chest like a baby comforting itself. He was getting cold. His muscles were sore. Tears streamed down his face and he wanted to cry.
Going on instinct alone, Dom made his way back home and climbed the steps to his apartment. Exhaustion swept over him and he sagged against the door as he dug in his pocket for the keys. They shook in his hand and he had to focus really hard to get the key into the lock.
Inside, he collapsed onto the couch and his eyelids instantly drooped. He was so weary that he couldn’t lift his head, couldn’t form a single coherent thought. Dom felt himself starting to sink, and snapped his eyes open with a start. Something in his soul told him that if he slept, he would die.
He couldn’t help it, though. He was falling, tumbling, hands reaching up from hell to grab him. His eyes fluttered closed again and the world started to go dark, his heart slamming in fear. He tried to fight, but the pull of darkness was too strong, too alluring. Why was he fighting? Why not just…give up? Hadn’t he thought of killing himself before? Didn’t he hate his life and himself? What was there to fight for? A wife? Kids? A community that loved and respected him? Shit, affordable groceries?
No.
There was nothing.
He had nothing and was nothing.
A sense of peace blossomed from the darkness, and suddenly death didn’t seem so scary. In fact, it was warm…inviting.
It was life that was cold and hateful. Not death.
Death accepted you no matter who you were. It didn’t reject you…it didn’t ignore you. If you sought it, you would find it, and if you embraced it, it would embrace you.
With that thought in mind, Dom gave up.
And died.
***
Bruce Kenner, captain of the 5th Albany precinct, sat behind his desk on the morning of June 28 and lazily leafed through a stack of files as he sipped from a mug of coffee. A roughly built man with a dark goatee and graying blonde hair, he looked more like a small town southern sheriff than a low level public works functionary. In fact, he tended to act like it too. He liked to hunt, fish, and drink beer on his off time. Albany wasn’t a big city, but it was big enough that you never got a fucking break. Run here, run there, arrest this asshole, investigate that asshole. By the time Friday rolled around, he was so ready for the peace and tranquility of a fishing trip he could taste it.
Already this Monday morning, he was looking forward to another one.
Over the weekend, three kids went missing in the Pine Hills and Washington Park area, bringing the total for that summer up to eight. All were teenagers, all were troubled. Most were boys, but two were girls.
Troubled kids run away all the time. They might be gone a few days, sulking at a friend’s house over something their father or mother did, but they’d eventually come home. None of these kids had come back yet and from what he knew, a few of them weren’t the runaway types. They were shits at school and caused problems, but they had no reason to up and leave. Hell, Bruce himself raised hell as a kid, but he always found his way back home, even if he spent the previous night dying in a field from Mad Dogg 20/20 poisoning.
One or two kids going missing…okay, it happens. Eight? Over a span of four weeks?
Yeah, something was wrong here.
But what?
There was nothing on any of these kids. No one saw them, no one knew anything - one minute they were here, the next they weren’t. What could he or anyone else do with that?. The public broke cops’ balls all the time, but if you don’t have evidence, you don’t have evidence. What do you want? Door to door searches? Roadblocks? Dogs and helicopters? Yeah, then when you actually do it, they cry fascism. Guess I’ll just use my Spidey Senses.
Bruce wished he had spidey senses. He wanted to find these kids as much as anyone, and he was starting to get pissed off that he couldn’t. He took another sip from his mug and read on. The latest kids to go missing were three boys between the ages of fourteen and eighteen.
They were all white, all thin (except for one). If there was a serial killer in town - and Bruce hoped to fuck there wasn’t - he had a type. What, black kids aren’t good enough to kill, cannibalize, and wear like a skin suit? They should charge him with a hate crime for discrimination.
That way he’d actually stay locked up.
The door opened and Vanessa Rodregiez, his deputy, came in. A tall, shapely Hispanic woman with dark eyes and a mouth poised always on the edge of a smile, she wore her black hair in a ponytail that would look stern and severe on anyone else, but on her, looked childlike. She was twenty-seven and had been on the force for three years, but you could be forgiven for thinking her much younger. “Bright and early, I see,” she said with a grin.
Bruce grumbled.
Vanessa held down the fort during the graveyard shift, acting to the night as he acted to the day. She was young and full of energy, which clashed with Bruce, who was old and just wanted to be left alone. Despite their differences, Bruce loved her like a kid sister…an annoying kid sister he wanted to throat punch sometimes.
“You missed all the fun last night,” she said and parked her butt on the edge of Bruce’s desk. He glared at her, but she ignored him.
“Good,” he said. Then: “What happened?”
“Big fight outside of Club Vlad,” she said. “It looked like a WorldStar video.”
For a moment, Bruce was lost. “Club what?”
“Club Vlad,” Vanessa said. “Where the Fuze Box used to be.”
Ah, right. The Fuze Box was an Albany landmark, a night club for punks…or goths…or someone. Certainly not for Bruce Kenner. It was small, dingy, and always had people in black waiting outside. On Friday and Saturday nights, it blasted strange music with lyrics about fighting The Man. Kids had been fighting the Man since before Bruce was even born and they hadn’t beaten him yet. Kudos to them for still trying.
Last year, The Fuze Box closed down and someone else bought it. It reopened last month and looked more or less the same: Posers, shitty music, and spiked hair. So much spiked hair. “Place is still a pain in the ass,” Bruce said.
“Yep,” Vanessa chirped. “It doesn’t know what it wants to be now. One minute they play nightcore, the next EDM. It’s all over the place.”
Bruce raised a quizzical brow.
“Not that I’ve ever been there in my free time,” Vanessa said in a tone that suggested she had,
Bruce gave a judgemental hum.
“Anyway,” Vanessa went on, “you see we have some new missing persons?”
Sighing, Bruce sat back in his chair. “Yeah. I did.”
“People are starting to ask questions,” Vanessa warned.
That brought a terse smile to Bruce’s weathered face. “Maybe they’ll solve it then.”
“Ha, fat chance,” Vanessa said. She got up and stretched. “Anyway, I’m bushed. Here’s my…” she trailed off and looked at her empty hands. “Damn, where’s my report? I just had it?” She turned in a confused circle as if she might be able to spot her report making a break for it. “Huh,” she said. She left the office and came back a moment later holding a folder. “Found it,” she grinned.
Bruce just looked at her.
“Um…here it is.”
He didn’t take it.
Her smile faltered. She carefully sat it on top of the files Bruce was looking at.
And his hands.
“I’ll just leave that right here.” She patted it for good measure.
“Thank you,” Bruce said.
“Okay. Night.”
“Goodnight,” Bruce said as she left through a shaft of morning sunlight. Alone, Bruce sat her report aside and went back to the missing kids. This case was giving him a headache and it wasn’t even nine. With a deep sigh, he slumped back in his chair and drummed his fingers on the armrests.
Was it Saturday yet?
He could really use a fishing trip.
***
Dom came awake in the cold purple twilight with a shocked gasp like a man coming up seconds before drowning. His eyes strained from his sweaty face and his mouth hung slack, twisted in a gruesome parody of The Scream. His mind was muddled, murky - he didn’t know where he was or even who he was, but he knew this,.
He couldn’t breathe.
He opened and closed his mouth like a fish, but his lungs did not fill with air. A great, unseen weight seemed to bear down on his chest, and panic gripped him. He tried to move, but his arms refused to heed his brain’s command. The weight seemed heavier, all over, crushing him like a bug. Confusion filled him and he started to pant.
Without warning, his bowels and bladder loosened, and horrible wetness filled his pants. He tried to sit up, but his body felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. His chest rose and fell with the frantic labor of his breath, but his lungs remained inert. A cry of fear bubbled up inside of him, but escaped his mouth only as a breathy groan.
A bust of adrenaline shot through him and he tried to stand, but succeeded only in falling off the couch instead, landing face first against the cold tile floor. He felt his nose crunch, but the pain was muted.
Dom thought he lost consciousness after that, but wasn’t sure. His next memory was of shivering so violently that his teeth clacked together. A phantom chill - perhaps from the floor - had settled into his bones, and was colder than he had ever been in his life, colder even than the time he fell into a snowbank and got lost when he was two. Shudders racked his body, and though he tried to turn over, he was too fucking heavy. It was like every muscle in his body had turned to dead weight. Fragmented thoughts swirled in his head, faint colors in the dark, but he couldn’t put any of them together.
With great effort, he managed to push himself slightly up, but a wave of lightheadedness crashed over him and he lowered his head once more. He stopped trying and simply lay there. Shortly, his eyes began to burn and he realized that he wasn’t blinking. Jesus Christ, he wasn’t blinking.
For some strange reason, that brought a fresh bout of panic. He started to hyperventilate, but his lungs still wouldn’t work. He wasn’t blinking…he wasn’t breathing…what was happening to him?
A whimper burst from his throat and he started to cry.
He must have cried himself to sleep, because he woke sometime later to the most intense headache he’d ever had. It felt like something was eating his brain from the inside out. He was sore all over, and could feel his muscles twitching, as though a thousand living things were burrowing through his body. A cramp shot down his right leg, and the toes of his left foot curled involuntarily. Slowly, his jaw clenched closed, and the muscles in his neck began to strain…then to burn. His panic turned to terror, and Dom wiggled across the floor like a worm, his limbs screaming in red agony and his brain filling with heat. He somehow wound up on his right side, and his arms curled slowly up to his chest, crossing at the wrists like a mummy. He tried to pull them apart, but the slightest movement sent waves of excruciating pain cutting through his body. His knees began to draw up to his stomach, and his fingers clenched tightly.
Cramps and spasms attacked every muscle in his body. He screamed through his teeth and shook, resembling a man in the electric chair as 40,000 volts of justice coursed through him. The pain grew gradually, getting worse and worse as minutes ticked by like hours. Higher, higher, higher - he clenched his eyes closed and shrieked as it became unbearable. Disjointed thoughts flashed through his mind - prayers, threats, curses, Jesus fucking…FUCK.
What was happening? God, what was happening to him? Was it fentanyl? He’d seen videos of people high on fentanyl, and they leaned in weird positions. He didn’t do drugs but maybe he ingested it somehow.
His panic may have returned if all of his muscles hadn’t picked that moment to contract as one. His eyes bulged from their sockets and his jaw unclenched just enough for him to utter a high. Agonized scream that echoed through his empty apartment like thunder.
A human being can only take so much before giving out. When the pain reached a crescendo, and Dom mercifully sank into consciousness once more. The sun rose and cascaded through the apartment’s sole window, falling over his huddled form. Slowly, it tracked across the sky before setting again. As the last rays disappeared behind the horizon, Dom’s eyes opened. The pain of the night before was blessedly gone, replaced by a feeling of numbness - the cool ash after the hot fire. His thoughts were slow and thick like molasses, but he could actually think again. Nightmare memories flooded back to him, but he wasn’t sure they were real. He was lying on his side, his arms wrapped around his chest as if for warmth, and his teeth lightly chattered against the icy chill. He was so cold that he didn’t want to move, but he couldn’t stay here forever. He needed help. He needed…
A shower.
Yeah, a hot shower. That would warm him up.
Gritting his teeth, he slowly sat up, ready for a burst of pain.
But none came.
He did, however, feel heavy. Getting to his feet, he stumbled and nearly fell, catching himself against the counter. His limbs had no feeling. It’s like they weren’t even there. Head hung, Dom tried to catch his breath, but it felt like he wasn’t breathing at all. His eyelids drooped closed and he felt like he was going to fall down. Summoning all the might he could, he shuffled into the bathroom with the stiff gait of an old man. He snapped the light on, and cold, white brilliance filled the space, blinding him.
Leaning heavily against the sink, he gripped the cold porcelain. Suddenly, he was afraid of looking into the mirror. He was sure that whatever reflection he saw, it would be of something else, something monstrous.
Dom lifted his head and faced the glass.
His heart shrank.
The man in the mirror was him but different. His skin was white as milk, lacking all color whatsoever save for the ugly purple patch on the left side. IResembling a giant bruise, it started at the temple and extended down to the slope of his neck, disappearing beneath his T-shirt. He gingerly lifted the shirt, and moaned when he saw that his entire left side was discolored, the purple edged with a puffy shade of pink. His sallow skin clung tight to his ribcage, and his hip bones stuck out so much it looked painful. Back in the mirror, his cheeks were sunken, hollow, and his eyes were a hazy, dishwater gray. His skull seemed bigger, his hair longer. Dom wanted to whip his head away from the phantom before him, to never see it again, but he was transfixed.
There was no way that thing was -
Dom looked away, cutting that thought off before it could finish.
A shower.
He needed a shower.
Slowly, stiffly, Dom undressed, peeling off his shirt and his soiled pants. He dropped them in a heap on the floor and stepped under the spray. He could feel the water pounding against him, but it provided no heat. It was neither hot nor cold. It was simply there.
Dom pressed his head to the slick shower wall and stood there for a long time. He was spent, tired, and fried - he had no more emotions left to give. He got out after a little while, dried off, and put on a clean pair of shorts. He settled into bed and lay there with his hands folded over his chest and his eyes open. They felt gritty, dry. His stomach felt bloated, gassy. He was drowsy now, the weight of the past two days (or was it two weeks?) coming down on him all at once. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
He was still asleep - but aware - when the knocking on his door started the next morning. Time was funny in this state of being, fast and jerky but also slow and echoing. Keys rattled the knob turned. The landlord came in with a cop. They saw him on the bed, laid out like a corpse for a viewing, and the cop radioed in a code 35. Soon, cops were all around him, making noise and touching things. He had the vague sense of discomfort and embarrassment at the intrusion. A baling man in a suit stood over him, a cop who looked like a redneck beside him. “He didn’t die here,” the medical examiner said.
The cop looked at him questioningly. Dom caught the name KENNER on his name tag.
“See this?” the M.E. said and gestured to Dom’s face. “That’s livor mortis. When you die, your blood pools at the lowest point. If you’re on your left side, for example, it pools on the left.”
Kenner looked at Dom and then back to the M.E. “Someone moved him?”
“Looks like it,” the M.E. said.
“When did he die?”
The M.E. examined Dom as though he were nothing more than a side of beef. “At a glance? Three days. I won’t have a better answer until I open him up.”
Dom was still awake when they put him into a body bag and zipped it up. He felt a stirring of fear beneath the cold numbness, but he was too tired to worry about it now.
Later, he thought.
He would panic later.
For now, Dom slept.
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2024.05.14 20:31 Playful-Training7606 All that glitters is not gold-- learned this from a very CHARMING friend and roommate

I met my friend a couple of years ago. My first impression about him was that- he was a funny, insanely smart, amazing at holding conversation, genuine, kind and basically a all- rounder. I was mesmerized and I kept on wondering why I am not like him for a long time.
However, as time progressed, I learned that he is also one of the most insecure persons ever who feeds on going behind other people's back, consuming information about others just so that he can use them later as a weapon, has got terrible taste in women, always judgemental and critical of others, extremely insecure of a human being (hates his body), always looks for a loophole to fight with others, uses people for his benefits, manipulative, disrespectful as a roommate (does not do shit in the house if not asked multiple times). I learned that slowly and gradually after noting down multiple patterns of the same behaviour. He is the kind of friend who would be always down to going on a party with you but if you ask him to be there for you during your rainy days, he will be vanished in the thin air as if he never existed in the first place.
We are talking about a guy who was a valedictorian in his college and has a degree in computer science from one of the best schools in the world. He is charming yes but would I want to continue being his friends? Nah. We are going our separate ways this year and once we do, I will cease all the contact with him. Better to have friends who brings out the best of you than to have friends who suck all the energy out of your soul.
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2024.05.14 20:30 Morgoman3 Celsius Eye Twitching?

Hey, I just tried Celsius for the first time the other day. It felt like it lifted mental fog that has been there for quite some time. However, my top left eyelid won’t stop twitching. I’m going to try going a couple days without having it then back on to see if it’s the cause but I was wondering if anyone else has experienced this? Also, I live in Canada so the caffeine per can is only 140mg.
You’d think it’d be the caffeine, but that can’t be it. I used to have pre-workout ~5 times a week which had 300mg of caffeine. I don’t have energy drinks super often, but I’ve had Reign, NOS, Rockstar, and Monster all without any side effects. And I’ve recently started making coffee/espresso at home which I have pretty regularly. As stupid as this sounds, I usually don’t notice any effects from caffeine. I just love coffee. As for energy drinks I usually grab one if I’m studying for an exam bc I figure I could use all the help I can get and at the very least it can be a placebo pill. I used to have these eye twitches all the time in high school when I didn’t have any caffeine which was likely lack of sleep/high stress. But right now, sleep is good and I don’t think I’m any more stressed than usual. Unless I’m just in a particularly good state this week, this drink seems to make me feel like how I felt when I was prescribed adderall for the first time.
(Possibly) relevant background info: 22 y/o healthy/fit male. High functioning autism spectrum disorder, anxiety, depression, celiac, low thyroid.
Meds: Synthroid 0.05mg, Adderall XR 25mg, Vitamin D 10,000UI weekly, and Escitalopram Oxalate 30mg.
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2024.05.14 20:20 angelcakexx My daughter thinks she knows how to do everything

I messaged my daughter’s(8) teacher today, because she had signed up to play piano at the talent show. She does not play piano, I do not play piano, we have one in the house but she just messes around with it. I asked her to show me what she planned to play, and she freestyled a song. It was a nice song, but it was off the cuff. I love the energy, I love the confidence, but I didn’t want her panicking in front of a huge crowd and getting embarrassed. I messaged her teacher to let her know she didn’t know how to play piano, and her teacher thanked me and said that she didn’t know, and she’d help her find something else to do.
Same thing happened last year! She wanted to perform an original song but wasn’t able to prepare anything, her teacher intervened and set her up with a popular song and backup dancers, and it was an awesome performance. She was glowing.
Year before that, she told the instructors at her summer camp that she knew how to swim, they let her jump in the pool, and she sank straight to the bottom.
Again, I love this confidence, I don’t want to squash it but it also inhibits her from actually learning things. For example: I’ve been trying to teach her how to tie her shoes, but she insists that she already knows. She doesn’t. I’m very crafty, and I try to teach her how to do crafty things but she gets SO frustrated that she’s not immediately an expert at it that she has to stop. She was interested in enrolling in skateboarding classes, so we got her in skateboard classes. But one class, the teacher asked her to do things a different way than she’d decided to do them, and she shut down for the rest of the classes and stopped trying. It’s really hard to watch.
Is this a developmental thing? Is she gonna grow out of it? I almost thought about just letting her go through with the piano performance to get some sense of “Maybe I don’t know how to do this”, but I didn’t want her crashing and burning in front of her entire school. Seeking advice and/or validation, lol.
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2024.05.14 19:39 PhantasmagoriaLuna Phantasphere- Genocide Reigns Part 2

Genocide looked to the sky. He thought of his mentor. The one who had saved him. He remembered his childhood. How powerless he was. He remembered the anger. He never wanted to hurt anybody. He thought of all the times he showed compassion. How much they hurt him for it. He saw the world before him, a graveyard. Humans. People that were supposed to be made in the image of some divine creator. They were but maggots feasting upon his remains. They ate away at his very being until nothing human remained. His thoughts were no longer his own. He had no joys in life that mattered. He hated humanity more than he could love anything about himself. He remember his first killing spree. Being gunned down by police. Left for dead. He remembered a hooded figure moving towards him. Getting closer the more he neared his death. He saw its pale face. Its impossibly black eyes. It was a man. This figure in question appeared to be of Japanese nationality with long, straight, loose hair. It emanated extreme malice. It offered him a choice. A purpose. Power. He thought the figure a reaper but it identified itself as Amakusa Masataka. Masataka guided him on how to kill and gave him specific locations to kill people in. In a sense, he became a hitman for quotas of people. He inquired what Masataka was. The presence of evil, his ability to appear and disappear at will, how he could control what people could see him and what people couldn't. While vague, years of killing for this being offered some insight. Amakusa Masataka belonged to a group of people not of this world. His people had been corrupted by a dark force long ago and had aligned themselves with the warlord who had subjugated their version of Japan. Their dark high priest assisted the warlord along with two others. These four rulers in turn served a larger order. The four were tasked with bringing about the end of the current world as an act of retribution for some fallen deity. Masataka's people acted as covert operatives for this empire. They were feared across the land and were collectively referred to as "Shinigami". An agent of the coming apocalypse, a servant of evil possessed by the will of those gods of death, Genocide would walk the earth.
Genocide stepped toward the station. A police cruiser rammed into him. He pulled out a knife and stabbed the hood of the car. The inhuman force of the knife created sparks which burst the engine into flames. The car crashed into a streetlight and exploded. A second cruiser neared the scene. No way a man could have done this. Yet still, out of the fires Genocide strode forth. It set upon the second vehicle, shooting out it's tires while jumping 9 feet into the air. The car tries to reverse but crashes into a wall. Genocide lands on the hood and kicks through the front window. Glass shatters under its boot, blinding the two officers inside. Genocide shoots one of the officers with a shotgun, killing him. The second officer in the passenger seat readies his pistol and takes aim. Only two shots fired, both directed at Genocide's head. It casually cocks its neck to avoid them. Then it grabs the officer's arm, breaking it. Genocide uses its free hand to grab the officer's head and bangs it into the dashboard no less than 5 times. The skull is shattered on the final impact. Genocide jumps off the car and continues on his mission.
Detective Evans speaks through a megaphone," This is your first and final warning. Stand down or we will use any and all means at our disposal to put you down." Genocide dropped its shotgun and raised its hands. A group of five SWAT team members rushed out the station, surrounding Genocide with riot shields. An officer accompanies them, edging behind the figure to apply handcuffs. Suddenly, Genocide springs to life , grabbing the officer behind him. He flips the officer over his head, slamming him into the pavement at his feet. Then Genocide stomps his head causing it to burst. Genocide drops a flash bomb from his coat sleeve, blinding the SWAT team as he draws his knife. He drives it into one SWAT member, the knife puncturing the shield and piercing his chest. Genocide kicks the corpse away withdrawing his knife. He goes to another, this time using the end of his boot toe in a rising kick to disarm their shield. He grabs them by the throat and drives the knife slowly into their eye socket. Another is tackled to the ground and beaten to death despite still being under the shield. Another is picked up and thrown into the fires still burning from the first auto incident. In no time, Genocide stood before an indistinguishable mass of gore, blood streaking across his black leather outfit. He laughed" So this is all you can give me. I'm not entertained." Officers took aim from the station windows, and snipers did so from other rooftops. Genocide laughed maniacally as he was rained down upon from all sides by a hailstorm of bullets. His body convulsed, but he did not fall. Moments more and he was on his knees. Still though, their efforts were futile. Gracia looked out and saw a black mist coalescing around the man in black. His blood. Blood erupted from his body only to transform into this dark mist that reentered his wounds. Genocide screamed. No. It was just an elevated pitch in his laughter. Optimism failed everyone yet again. Gracia saw Genocide holding something in his right hand. She could only make out a beeping red light. Genocide pushed the button triggering the carefully concealed explosives he laid in preparation for this event. C4 explosives went off in all the places he saw fit. The sniping posts he couldn't reach. The assault of lead lightened. Then Genocide drew an RPG from...somewhere. He collected himself and fired at the station's entrance. The explosion shook the station. From inside, the lights began to flicker. Communications were down on all fronts. Had he modified the rocket with some type of EMP? Not good. Amisdst the confusion Genocide entered using smoke bombs to mask his presence. Moving like a shadow, he killed everyone in the lobby silently with his knife. He made his way to the holding cells. Still they chanted. Still they praised. Still they raved for the arrival of genocide. Genocide shot the lock opening the cell. Jim Jimenez walked out and bowed before his master. Genocide smiled. He couldn't have imagined how proficient he had gotten with possession. Well, not quite possession. He had known of the Shinigami's ability to share their thoughts and emotions with humans. Shinigami like his mentor were ancient. They had so many years of memories, such strong a hatred for life that they overwhelmed the personality of the victim. The victim sees themselves as one of them. Shinigami can't force the will of the victim, so they find those who are already similar to them in some way. Genocide found the collective universal distrust of police to be a prime sentiment to capitalize on. He armed the inmates, infecting them with samples of his own dark essence.One particular inmate caught Genocide's eye. He knew the man's work. An arsonist. The one whom he recalls was responsible for blowing up his first car way back in high school. Rather than a standard firearm, Genocide gave the man a random assortment of grenades containing a special surprise. Genocide showed them visions of anarchy, of sending a message to a society that used and disregarded them. While this was also true of how he felt, years of living in darkness had changed him. He needed no purpose. No end goal. No justification. He just wanted to watch the world burn.
Genocide's small army broke off to engage several different wings of the station. Genocide went to the security room. He found Wayne, his informant, playing some FPS on one of the monitors. Wayne took of his headphones and asked," You kill everyone yet?" Genocide responded," No. You should get going before that happens. Your life becomes fair game if I run out of pigs to cook." Wayne clapped his hands, "Aight, GC my man, say less." He packed his things and left. Genocide drew a twin pair of handguns and laid waste to the station. He followed a group that took cover in the men's restroom. Kicking open multiple stalls he was surprised to find...nothing. Where had they gone? He turned around and saw his mentor, Masataka, smiling at him. It looked like him. Long, dark hair, black clothing, and soulless, empty eyes. But it wasn't. It was Genocide's own reflection in the mirror. Genocide smiled. He didn't notice the changes at first. They must have happened gradually. Subconsciously. From the final stall, an officer sprung into action, rushing Genocide, hitting him point blank with a shockgun round. Genocide felt the tingling sensation electrifying his body and grew numb. In spite of the pain, he took a single step. Then, another. He came within striking range of the officer and snatched the shockgun. Two more officers erupted from another stall, battering him with baton strikes. Genocide felt nothing. He clutched the shockgun in his hand like a bat and went to work pulverizing his attackers. An officer kicked in the bathroom door, a woman holding a pistol. She fired multiple times to no effect. Genocide stood covered in blood. He even let her reload. Twice. He wanted to see her despair. Her hopelessness. He walked towards her, shrugging off bullets as they pierced his body. His wounds healed nigh instantly due to the dark essence he had been imbued with. He held her face with both hands, lifting her body off the ground. As she screamed, he used her head to shatter the restroom mirror, running down the full length of it while smashing her into it at several points. He dropped the remains of what he held, washed his hands with soap, dried them, then exited the restroom.
The inmates that rallied for the cause of genocide attacked the station. Fortunately, they were nowhere near Genocide in terms of power and only carried one type of firearm each. They shared his healing ability but could be killed quite easily. Gracia encountered a sniper on the end or a west wing hallway. Other officers waited behind corners unable to get close. Gracia noticed the faulty lighting. In this hallway, the lights flickered in intervals of 3 seconds. Finding a pattern and timing her movements, she rushed the sniper at the exact moment the lights went out. Running the length of the hall, Gracia zigzagged, dodging the sniper inmate's bullets. She jumped on a wall, ran 3 feet on it, then kicked off it, pouncing on the assailant. She fired five shots into him, making sure to hit the brain and the heart. Two severe injuries that were impossible for Shinigami essence to heal simultaneously. Elsewhere, Evans took on another escaped inmate. A vehicular arsonist named Carson. Carson had a bag filled with an assortment of different grenades and was happily giving them out like candy on Halloween. "A flash bang here, a bit of tear gas there. Oh. Wait! Was that an ice grenade? Did the explosion freeze your leg to the floor? Whoops. Maybe a fire grenade will melt that for you. Hold on let me get one fore you," Carson rambled gleefully. Evans looked at the carnage before him. Officers burning. Officers partially frozen in blocks of ice. He took a breath and aimed his wristgun. He steadied his right forearm. Carson readied to throw a random grenade. Evans shot it the moment it left Carson's hand. The grenade exploded directly in front of Carson. Both Evans and Carson looked at each other in shock. Confetti. A party grenade? Carson quickly fumbled for another but was tackled and restrained by several officers. Meanwhile in the South wing, Lary had some colleagues set a trap for another shotgun toting inmate. He had them bait the inmate and flee. Giving chase he turned a corner and ran straight into Lary's fist. The inmate recovered and motioned to shoot Lary. "Let's tango. " Lary gave the code word. Nearby officers activated a device. A signal jammer of sorts. The inmate shoved the barrel of his gun into Lary's gut and pulled the trigger. Nothing. The special signal jammer in question was designed for firearms. It was a last resort as it left officers just as defenseless. Lary was having fun. He boxed the inmate in hand to hand combat. Despite the inmate's enhanced strength, Lary's technique pulled through. Lary ducked under one of the inmate's wide punches and did some type of rising uppercut where he jumped off the ground while spinning. One of the other officers whispered" The rising dragon." Lary smiled giving a thumbs up" Yeah, it was a rising dragon uppercut. Saw it in one O my kid's vidya games. Thought I'd try it out while I'm jacked on adrenaline".
Jim Jimenez looked long and hard at himself in the mirror. He was in the women's restroom. Some brainless woman had broken the men's restroom mirror with her face. For the first time in a long while Jim could think clearly. He was becoming sane. At the least he was no longer a raving lunatic. The life essence of the dark gods had healed the wounds to both his body and his mind. He saw his face, his scraggly dirty beard. He found a razor and shaved. He trimmed his beard somewhat. He liked it. He washed his hair. It fell down his face like silk, no longer greasy. His bloodshot eyes once burning with crazed intensity had cooled. He blinked. Just for a second, he saw the man known as Genocide. The man that attacked him. The one that killed him and gave him new life. The drug dealers. The police. They were all the same in his eyes now. They were all to blame for the world being what it is. Jim wanted to hate them. He wanted to take revenge, but he felt nothing. It didn't matter. He knew he was wronged, could logically justify acting against them, but he just didn't care anymore. About anything. He was finally free. Sensing his presence was no longer needed here, Jim vanished into the night. He needed to find someone who had had the answers he needed. Himself. Who had he been? Who was he now? Who could he become? Where was he going? So many questions to ponder indefinitely. So much time left in the rest of his life.
Genocide ran down the station's halls raining hailstorms of bullets upon its occupants. He had a handgun in each hand as well as a wristgun on each wrist. This effectively gave him 4 separate firearms that he could use simultaneously. Lary regrouped with Gracia, Evans, and a handful of others. They radioed all surviving officers near Genocide to flee to the roof. This plan had been set in motion days before the assault and had been kept hidden from most of the force. The plan involved scheduling flights for several helicopters to arrive at some point after Genocide arrived. There would be no way for him to prepare for them and pre-scheduling their arrival ensured they arrived regardless of if they were called or not. Lary and the others set about preparing the second jamming device. Genocide stood among a hallway of bodies. He saw one man clinging to life trying to crawl away. He decided on trying that other thing he saw his master do. He grabbed the dying man and pinned him to the wall. Slowly he drove a knife into his chest. As the man's life slipped away, something else entered his body. Genocide channeled a small amount of his essence into the vessel. He had steadily done this with other casualties around the station whose bodies were somewhat salvageable. He dropped the body he was holding and looked upon the others. He closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them, his eyed were black, both sclera and iris. The scene before him changed. Genocide had a vision. He saw a dead gray wasteland littered with bodies. These people however weren't cops and wore traditional Japanese attire. In his hand wasn't a gun or knife but a short sickle akin to a farming tool. He heard a dark voice call out to him. Slowly, the corpses around him began to rise, now mere puppets bound eternally to their master's whim. The bodies sold to the reaper who had claimed their lives. Genocide's vision ended. His eyes had returned normal. Around him, dead cops began to rise. His dark essence had entered their bodies and reanimated them. He sent his dead army to attack the officers fleeing to the roof of the station. These zombies swarmed the stairwell giving chase to the few survivors. There were five of them. They had two flights of stairs to climb and a horde of their former colleagues close behind them. One officer tripped and was set upon by the horde. The zombies didn't bite them but held them firmly in place. The other four officers stared down wondering what to do. They could hear Genocide chuckling. They could hear humming. They could feel the temperature rising. Their colleague and the two zombies holding him were hit by an enormous green fireball. Genocide had fired a Magnum Opus and had charged the bullet to level 3. The Magnum Opus was simply a magnum that shot fireballs, with bullets that could be charged by holding down the trigger. It had three levels of charges. Level 1 was a small reddish ball of plasma. Level 2 was slightly larger and yellow. Level 3 was the maximum charge and resulted in a large slow moving green blast of energy. The officer was ignited and Genocide watched gleefully as the force of the blast sent him flying through a wall. The four officers continued up firing occasionally to slow down the zombies. Soon they made it to a door leading to the roof. Before one officer could reach it, he was sniped by Genocide, a bullet to the head killing him instantly. The remaining three made it out. They regrouped with the others already there, 12 in total, including Lary, Evans, and Gracia. This would be their final stand. They just had to hold out until Genocide made it up there. They just had to keep Genocide occupied until the helicopters arrived. Genocide slowly ascended the stairs behind his horde. On the roof, the remaining survivors faced off against waves of the undead. Evans recognized the attackers. These zombies were being controlled by nanomachines. He heard the stories of several weapons encountered by soldiers on the battlefield. These creatures were called Metaldeads as they were reanimated via machines. They had been officially banned by most of the worlds' governments for being unethical. However, this did not stop the technology from being spread still between shady organizations, terrorists, etc. Evans wondered how Genocide got this form of nanotechnology. Evans long speculated that the dark essence used by most of the killers they encountered was a a form of nanotech however it was different from anything else he had seen or heard about. The dark essence seemed to be an amalgamation of other types of nanotech. Evans had to save his inquiries for later. He reloaded his wristgun and took aim at the approaching group of Metaldeads. Gracia steadied her handgun and shot two Metaldeads in the head. From the single door countless arms seemed to spill forth from the darkness. The other officers took turns firing in intervals. this allowed them to create a steady stream of fire where no more that three guns needed to be reloaded at once. The horde seemed to thin out over time as if they were making progress. In actuality, the Metaldeads were just making room for Genocide to enter. Genocide exploded in a sprint from the door. Everyone fired upon the killer. Genocide had now chosen a wrist mounted mini flamethrower to use as his weapon. He stormed past the oncoming bullets taking some damage, but refused to slow down. He unleashed a stream of fire that caught five of the officers in one fell swoop. Gracia fired five rounds into Genocide's face. He stumbled back. Lary took the chance to fire several mine gun bullets at Genocide's feet. The mines quickly detected his movement and exploded. In seconds, Genocide was on his back.
Staring at the night sky Genocide saw the moon. He reached for it. He called for the darkness to give him more power. His wounds began healing. In the sky he could hear the whirl of propellers. There were six helicopters in total. The first two had evacuated the survivors while the others stayed to engage Genocide. Genocide got up and unstrapped the sniper rifle from his back. He stood before the searchlights as a black silhouette, cornered but unwilling to back down. Lary stared down at him smiling. "Okay!" He shouted, "Let's Tango!" Upon this declaration the second jamming device was activated. Now, isolated on the roof, Genocide's guns couldn't be fired and the helicopters were out of range of the device. Now Genocide stood like a sitting duck. A helicopter fired a rocket. Genocide side stepped and grabbed it. He turned his body redirecting the rocket to hit another helicopter. As it exploded Genocide drew his knife and threw it at another helicopter. Behind the knife was such force that it shattered the helicopter window's glass, embedding itself in the pilot. This helicopter too went down where it exploded. "Holy clucknuggets!Did you see that!?" Lary said dumbfounded. Evans looked out the helicopter door he was in jaw open in shock. "There's no way." He collected himself quickly and radioed the remaining two helicopters to keep moving and to use their machineguns as much as possible. The helicopters reigned down upon Genocide tearing apart his body. Shreds of leather and darkened blood sprayed across the pavement of the roof. Gracia watched as Genocide's body was destroyed repeatedly as it tried to heal. Surely he had to stop at some point. After 10 minutes the helicopters had exhausted their cache of ammunition and soldiers opted to fire their own rifles and occasionally throw grenades. After about six minutes, they too had run out of bullets. Genocide stood unfazed. He had long since healed himself and now appeared intangible with gunfire seeming to pass through his body. His coat once ripped , now appeared whole though on closer inspection seemed to writhe. Gracia looked in horror as she remembered the tales her adopted father had told her. Tales he had in turn heard from his predecessors. Every so often officers had reported encounters with ghost like beings cloaked in a cloud of living dark mist. The beings were rumored to be responsible for the deaths of multiple people ranging from scientists, veterans, mafia, politicians, etc. They were seen near such crime scenes and even more shockingly appeared around several sites where suicides were committed. These beings were reportedly impervious to bullets and filled anyone who got near with an impending sense of dread. If Genocide was connected to them or somehow turning into one , there was little chance they would be able to defeat him. Gracia's fears were confirmed when she saw that Genocide's leather coat had been destroyed and he had replaced it with the dark mist coalescing from his own spilled blood. The dark mist, swirling, grew larger and several tendrils sprouted out from it. Gracia could briefly make out a figure standing next to Genocide. A hooded figure cloaked in the same black substance. The figure stared up at her with soulless, blackened eyes which seemed to beckon her to jump from the aircraft she was standing in. Compelling her to give in to the death that plagued the earth. Genocide kneeled to his master. The Shinigami, Masataka stared down at his disciple. "You have done a great service to us. Even now the sealed god stirs in its slumber. Its...Awakening will soon be upon us. It calls out for war. It begs for famine. It longs to continue its conquest. We are the death it so desires. The death that is necessary for this civilization to grow. Use the power that I have bestowed upon you. Finish the mission as you see fit." The Shinigami vanished and Genocide stood.Genocide stared at his hands. He remembered the first killing spree. He was on a bus. It stopped. A woman got on the bus and walked to the back smiling as she passed him. Something about her eyes unnerved him. They were so bright but something dark reflected inside them. He ignored the thought and put in his headphones. In minutes he had dozed off. He jumped awake. He looked around and froze in panic. All around him, everyone had been hacked to pieces. He saw the driver, actively being stabbed by a masked assailant. The mask, painted white with black eyeholes, stared back at him. It raised a finger over where its lips would be. Even under the expressionless visage, he could feel that same smile. He ran home that morning. He went to his room to find it destroyed. His posters, his computer, his tv, everything, had been ruined. He turned around and saw a man at the end of the hallway holding a sledge hammer. "The hell you been, boy?", his stepdad sneered. The man dropped his hammer and walked closer, veins pulsing with rage. He tried to explain how his car had caught fire forcing him to walk 4 miles to the nearest bus stop, but the man's fist was faster than his words. "Boy!Answer me when I talk to you!!" the man says as he backhands the taste out of the would be Genocide's mouth. He took that beating for several minutes before being left to stare at his ransacked room. He hated how his stepdad went out of his way to destroy the things he loved. Soon, another set of footsteps could be heard. It was his mother standing behind his locked door. She didn't knock, or say anything. She just stood there, doing nothing as always. He never knew if she came to talk to him or apologize. All he knew was that she could never bring herself to speak to or even acknowledge him. Maybe out of guilt or perhaps shame. A year or two later after he had had enough he ran away from home. Living out on the streets alone, without friends, or family, he would embark on countless killing sprees. These killings weren't of his own volition however. He was coerced by some corrupt officers from The Unit. They made him kill on their behalf. Sometimes they were protesters, sometimes they were drug dealers, other times, petty criminals they couldn't be bothered to process. It was routine for him to be used to kill entire houses of drug riddled addicts. During one such venture he entered a drug den, killing the dealer as instructed. He took out several junkies before turning to leave. A woman who survived her injuries clung to his heel begging him to stop. Looking down he aimed the handgun he was carrying at her head of long disheveled brown hair and fired. Feeling nothing, he kicked her body aside like trash when it hit him. Her face. This woman had been his mother. What was she doing in a place like this? He felt a shock of emotion. He wondered if she had always been like this, or had she changed after he left. He never made amends, but decided to stop killing from then on. The unit did not like that. Once it became apparent that he was no longer of use to them they started a manhunt to apprehend him with lethal force. They found him. They killed him. But he survived.
He remembered the girl on the bus. He remembered her eyes. Those of a sadistic killer. Still there was something else inside them. Something faint but deeper. So. Much. Sadness. Just like him. He felt the hatred begin to spread. His purpose, he decided, was to make all humans rot in the hell they created for him.
These people, he thought to himself, these living diseases, all needed to die. Their struggles, their problems, they spread like cancer to others. The only cure for humanity's sin, its collective wrongdoings, was genocide.
Around him, dark tendrils continued to form and expand, spinning in a vortex. Genocide pulled out two pistols. He squeezed the triggers to no effect. "As I see fit, huh? Hehe." He squeezed both guns in his hands, breaking them into pieces. He concentrated. In his hands, two more guns materialized now completely black due to being forged from the dark essence. Forged by his will. Immune to the jamming device that shut down conventional firearms. He raised his arms at each remaining helicopter and opened fire. Countless tendrils whipped out and slashed at his targets joining the dark essence bullets. It was chaos. Dark tendrils and bullets tore through every direction as Genocide spun and swirled around in 360 degrees firing randomly with purpose. A tendril pierced Gracia's right arm, another, her abdomen. She was however, fortunate, as the other passengers of her helicopter were dismembered. She barely had time to jump from the vehicle before it crashed. She fell 2 yards onto solid concrete. She felt immense pain as her right shoulder shattered on impact. She looked up to see Genocide's blade like appendages ripping through the other escape helicopters. She rolled onto her back and tried to steady herself. Within seconds her body began to repair itself. The nanocells inside her had saved her life but were now depleted. She would need another supplement lest she receive another fatal injury. The standard nanocells she and the others had were much less potent than those of the killers they faced. In truth, they had only minimal strength boosts being able to lift 5-8 more pounds than before and healing being limited to one or two fatal injuries so long as death didn't occur instantly. Gracia blacked out. She awoke the next morning in a hospital. There the doctors refilled her nanocells. She learned that the station had been left in ruins. Genocide had detonated some type of minature nuke following his rampage. He always blew up the stations as if to send a message. Gracia looked out the window thinking about why she became a cop. Twice her family had been murdered by them. Her biological family had been killed in an on record drug raid committed by a group of corrupt officers called The Unit. She had been adopted by another officer that arrived at the scene who found her as a child hiding in a closed. Sadly, he too was killed for trying to expose the activities of The Unit. Gracia joined the force to avenge both losses and bring justice to the killers that disguised themselves as normal people. Law enforcement was neither good, nor bad. It depended upon the people that made it up. In the dying corrupt world Gracia lived in, she vowed to be a beacon of light. Evans laid in a bed adjacent to Lary. "That damn Genocide's somethin else in' he?Like the stories you told us were understatements. That man could legit not die at this point in the story. Like he has friggin plot armor or somthin.'' Evans cut him off" I get it. We all got our asses handed to us. But did you see that ..thing that appeared next to him. Right before he created that black vortex that wiped us out. That must have something to do with his power. Maybe there's a still a way to stop him."Lary chimed in," That fella looked like he was on the way to a black metal concert wit all the black facepaint he was wearin' Creeped me out to be honest." As the survivors mulled over their predicament, the cycle of evil continued to spread elsewhere.
Budley flips through the pages of a magazine. He checks his watch. He looks around the gas station and doesn't see any customers. Seizing the opportunity, he puts in his headphones and begins playing an imaginary guitar as he jams to a progressive deathcore album. Oblivious to the screams coming from outside, the store clerk moves on to thumping two candy bars on the counter to simulate drums. Budley sees that his shift has ended and begins locking up the store. He sweeps the aisles and jumps as a shadow appears behind him. He turns and sees a well groomed bearded man dressed in a black hoodie, black shirt, and black and gray camo pants. The man holds out his hand and smiles. Budley rings up the pack of nicotine substitute gum. "Tryin to kick the habit huh?" Budley asks. The man replies, "Somethin like that. Gotta get my priorities back in check. Focus on the things that really matter. That damn KonCreep's a hell of a band aren't they?" He nods to the playlist on Budley's phone. "Yeah, they're killer. just got into them a month back." Budley answers. "You know, I'm something of a musician myself. Maybe you'll hear of me on the news someday." Jim Jimenez says as he sees himself out. He walks to the back of the building and passes an ominous form of graffiti. A woman lays unmoving and above her, written on concrete in red is a message that simply says "Genocide Reigns".
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2024.05.14 19:38 wenlee01 The Benefits of Quiet Time for Toddlers: How to Establish a Routine

The Benefits of Quiet Time for Toddlers: How to Establish a Routine

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At Eden Castle Preschool, we understand the importance of fostering a well-rounded and nurturing environment for your toddlers. One of the valuable practices we implement at our Pre-School is “quiet time,” or “Bye-Bye” time during dispersal, which offers numerous benefits for your child’s development. In this blog post, we’ll explore the advantages of quiet time for toddlers and provide guidance on how parents can establish this beneficial routine at home.
Rest and Recharge
Toddlers are full of boundless energy, and at Eden Castle Preschool, we believe that allowing them time to rest and recharge is essential for their overall well-being. Quiet time provides a structured break during their day, allowing them to rejuvenate both physically and emotionally.
Emotional Regulation
Quiet time also plays a significant role in helping toddlers learn to regulate their emotions. By offering a calm and soothing environment, we help children reduce feelings of frustration or overwhelm, fostering emotional resilience.
Cognitive Development
During quiet time, toddlers engage in independent play, which is essential for cognitive development. At Eden Castle Preschool, we provide age-appropriate toys and activities that enhance their cognitive skills, creativity, and problem-solving abilities.
Language Development
Quiet time encourages toddlers to explore books and engage in solitary activities that stimulate language development. Exposure to new words and ideas during this time supports their growing vocabulary.
Routine and Predictability
Establishing a consistent quiet time routine at Eden Castle Preschool offers children a sense of security and predictability in their daily lives, promoting a stable and comfortable learning environment.

How to Train Toddlers for Quiet Time

At Eden Castle Preschool, we understand the importance of fostering a well-rounded and nurturing environment for your toddlers. One of the valuable practices we implement at our Pre-School is “quiet time,” or “Bye-Bye” time during dispersal, which offers numerous benefits for your child’s development. In this blog post, we’ll explore the advantages of quiet time for toddlers and provide guidance on how parents can establish this beneficial routine at home.
Rest and Recharge
Toddlers are full of boundless energy, and at Eden Castle Preschool, we believe that allowing them time to rest and recharge is essential for their overall well-being. Quiet time provides a structured break during their day, allowing them to rejuvenate both physically and emotionally.
Emotional Regulation
Quiet time also plays a significant role in helping toddlers learn to regulate their emotions. By offering a calm and soothing environment, we help children reduce feelings of frustration or overwhelm, fostering emotional resilience.
Cognitive Development
During quiet time, toddlers engage in independent play, which is essential for cognitive development. At Eden Castle Preschool, we provide age-appropriate toys and activities that enhance their cognitive skills, creativity, and problem-solving abilities.
Language Development
Quiet time encourages toddlers to explore books and engage in solitary activities that stimulate language development. Exposure to new words and ideas during this time supports their growing vocabulary.
Routine and Predictability
Establishing a consistent quiet time routine at Eden Castle Preschool offers children a sense of security and predictability in their daily lives, promoting a stable and comfortable learning environment.

How to Train Toddlers for Quiet Time

Now that we’ve highlighted the benefits, let’s explore how you can help your child embrace quiet time effectively:
Set a Schedule
Create a regular quiet time schedule at home, aligning it with the routine your child experiences at Eden Castle Preschool. Consistency is key to success.
Create a Quiet Space
Designate a comfortable and inviting area for quiet time, similar to the cozy spaces we have at Eden Castle Preschool. Pillows, blankets, and age-appropriate toys or books are essential.
Choose Age-Appropriate Activities
Provide toys and activities suitable for your child’s age and development level, just as we do at Eden Castle Preschool.
Model Behavior
Sit quietly with your child initially to demonstrate how quiet time works. Gradually encourage them to engage in independent activities.
Be Patient
Remember that every child is unique, and some may take time to adjust to the routine. Patience and positive reinforcement are crucial.
Limit Screen Time
At Eden Castle Preschool, we discourage screen time during quiet time. Encourage activities that promote creativity and imagination.
Stay Consistent
Consistency is vital for success. Even if your child resists initially, sticking to the routine will help them adapt.
Gradual Increase in Duration
Start with short sessions and gradually increase the duration as your child becomes more accustomed to quiet time.

In Conclusion

At Eden Castle Preschool, we believe in providing a holistic approach to early childhood education, and incorporating quiet time into your child’s routine is just one of the ways we support their development. By understanding the benefits and following our expert guidance, you can help your toddler thrive in a structured and nurturing environment both at home and in our preschool.
For more information about our curriculum and how we prioritize your child’s growth and well-being, visit Eden Castle Preschool.
We look forward to partnering with you on your child’s educational journey at Eden Castle Preschool.
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2024.05.14 19:24 Individual-Manner-67 STA rewrite attempt

A couple of years ago I tried writing my own version of Stones Abbigale. I never got past the first couple scenes, but I'm considering returning to it. I wanted to basically rewrite and change up a lot of things, mainly focusing on Abbi and Davis and changing some elements. Let me know what you think!

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It's almost four in the morning and Seth is threatening suicide again. Good. Fuck him. I hope he does it. I don't text him that because I read about this girl who told her boyfriend to kill himself. The irony was that when he actually did it she got charged with second degree murder. My life is fucked as it is I don't need to make it worse. It's almost two in the morning and I have to be up for school in a few hours. I’m shivering under my comforter because we’re halfway through November. I think about the turkey that won't get made this year and the family I won't see. I think that's swell. Seth is still texting.
Its like u dont even care after everything that happened and after everything we did together i saved ur life and i stayed with u when u cried and i hugged u and i did everything for u but that wasn't enough was it? i try so hard and all u ever are is a bitch to me that's not fair u want me to die and u hate me and u dont even care and im sick of it abbi why is is so hard for u to care about me?
I don't respond. I don't like how I feel about this. This should be easy. He won't actually do it. He won't. He’s too self involved to kill himself. I put my phone face down on my bed. The sheets shake around it as he sends message after message. I was sleeping on a ticking bomb so I got off of it. My feet stick to the floor, I struggle to step. I might as well have been standing barefoot on ice. I trudge to my window so I can see my street at night. Winter is really coming. You can't hear as many birds as you used to. They've all gone. They've all flown away. I can see three streetlights from where I’m standing. If you can from right to left you can see the concrete fracture into the sand. I open my window and brace for the chill. I stick my head outside. The ocean is not far away. I hear it hitting the shore over and over. Waves of water splashing incessantly, almost beating out my text notifications. The street lights flicker. I think of last summer. When Seth and I got really high after the news broke that my Mom was cheating on my Dad. I was making out with that bong. Emptying bowl after bowl, clanking the glass on the road to empty it out. Just thinking about it makes me feel the street pole against my back again. I was laughing and crying. Seth leaned in and hugged me. “I’m a sure thing,” he said. “I love you and I always will.” I caught my reflection in his sunglasses. I looked awful. I shiver at the memory. My phone is still buzzing. I try to catch my breath. I shut my window and start to walk back to my bed. A room always looks different in the dark. Maybe you think you know where you are, but there is always something that can jump out at you on the floor. Like a ghostly paper bag or a vengeful shoe. Objects that seem to move on their own with the sole drive of tripping you. I crawl back into bed. There's the phantom of Dad’s snoring . I know he's not sleeping in his room, he fell asleep on the couch after finishing his seventh fifth. Sometimes my brain fills in the gaps so I can hear it everywhere. Funnily, I haven't actually heard him snore since Mom left. That's the one thing I ever heard them fight about. Before she turned out to be a whore, I guess. BZZT.BZZT.BZZT. I can't bring myself to read any of his messages. They're coming so fast all the paragraphs are lost to motion blur. Seth’s arms wrap around me and I think about the beating of his heart and the warmth of his lips against my skin. I open up the texts, ready to respond.
I love you
I text this over and over until I fall asleep.
Davis was the only senior on the bus. Somehow, everyone else had a car or a ride. It’s all right, though. James would probably give him one if he had a car, but he skated to school every morning. That's why he barely ever rode the bus with him. The bus thumped along the under paved roads. Davis forgot his earbuds at home, so the only music that accompanied him was his racing thoughts. Two sophomore girls popped their heads over. “Ohmigod, Davis!” One of them shrieked.. “As I live and breathe,” he smiled. “Nice,” she said. “I’m so excited to see your finished painting.” Davis took the lower level art class for a requirement. Like most things, he's not taking it very seriously. For their pop art unit, he's painting a portrait of the art teacher with a warthog face. It's one of his funny disruptions. He knows Mrs. Stanley is going to have a real field day with it, but it doesn't matter. Artistic liberties, he’d profess. “She's such a bitch, isn't she?” The sophomore girl turns to her compatriot, who only nods in response. “She's just jealous,” Davis says. “It must be depressing to teach art and see the youth soar above her.” “For sure,” the girl doesn't get it. Class clown is a semi-heavy burden. Davis doesn't really feel like talking to these girls, but his position demands it. Comedy informs everything about him. To the giant thrift store jeans, to the loud Hawaiian shirt. He and James are the ultimate combination, at least he likes to think so. Quiet brooding begs for bright distraction. The girl is still trying to talk to him and Davis is saying his preprogrammed lines. The bus stops in front of James’s street. Surprisingly, James is standing there. “Like I’m this close to just filling my hydroflask with vodka, yaknow?” says the chick. Maybe she's just trying to get a rise out of him. “Better be prepared to give me more than a sip,” Davis is watching James grumble towards the bus. The sun is beating down on the forming ice puddles. James stomps through them with small shattering steps. James turns up the bus aisle and plops in the seat next to Davis. Davis’s smile is genuine now, but he fights it from getting too wide. “Crash your vehicle?” Davis asks. “Something like it,” there's something off with him. Davis doesn't want to push it. “Well damn, hope insurance covers it,” Davis wants James to break and laugh. Is it just another mood or did something actually happen this time? “It won't, I got bad credit,” James grins and it's like heaven. “What's the move for you today?” “Surviving art and physics for me,” says Davis. “Those bastards love to keep me down.” “Who doesn't,” James eyes the girls who have since returned to whatever they were doing before. It's the judgement stare, as Davis calls it. James likes to observe his peers like a zoo-goer. Breaking them down to taxonomic types. Davis likes to think that James doesn't do this to him, but he knows he probably does. “It sucks you decided to be bad at school and take baby art,” James is still dissecting the sophomore girls down to their tropes. “We could have done Art II together.” “I wouldn't want to get between you and Alex. I know how you love it when people piss in jars next to you.” “That's disgusting,” James breaks his glare at the girls. “It's performance art, it's beautiful,” Davis gets up out of his seat to yell. “Everyone witness the wonderful work of Alex Madov! Disengage yourself from the shackles of capitalism by shouting with me: Poopy, pee pee, poop!” Davis gets a few chuckles from the other kids on the bus. “Sit down, fatso,” mumbles the bus driver. “I will not be silenced! I’m a messenger of the good word, sir!” “More of this shit and I’m skipping your stop!” “Fine, but I will make Alex remember on the day of judgement,” Davis sits back down. James is full belly laughing. “You're so retarded,” James wheezes. Davis can't even come back with a response. He's high off of it.
The bus pulls into the school lot with a short stop. The mobs get up and begin to race out. Davis follows James down the line. “You know Abbi?” James asks. Davis feels a little pit form in his stomach, but he doesn't change his expression. “Vaguely, what about her?” “She's in my art class,” James begins. “And I think … well you know, I’m going to talk to her.” He walks down the steps and out the door. “Doesn't she have a boyfr-” before Davis can descend the driver's arm blocks him. “I’ve had enough of your shit, kid,” he says. “If you keep being obnoxious, I’m gonna find a way to make you pay for it.” James looks back, but he can't stay. Davis knows that he's gotta get to class. James does a little wave goodbye and Davis salutes him. “Are you even listening to me?” the bus driver seethes. “Yes, sir. Divine retribution, got it.” Davis ducks underneath his arm and exits the bus. James has already disappeared into the crowd.
I pass the bong to Ashley. She starts another bowl. She’s the transport and I provide the material. The little things that keep our friendship afloat. I look at the clock in her car. “It's 8:45,” I pick a piece of bagel out of my teeth. “So that's it, we officially missed first period,” Ashley tops it off. “They won't mark us, you know. It's a study.” “Yeah, but when's the last time we signed in? I heard they're changing the policy again. Do you still have the lighter?” I toss it to her. I don't get it. It's always her idea to pick me up so we can smoke before school, why now is she suddenly caring about attendance? “We're pretty girls, we can get out of it. I’m next,” I tap on the clock. “Are you sure it's not fast?” She shakes her head as she takes a snap. We're parked in the pond area a block or two from the school. It's our designated smoking spot. I like it, even at the end of fall it's pretty. I’m so engrossed that I don't realize her tip out the bowl and put it back in the cup holder. “I don't know if it's wise to keep up the activity, we should probably get going soon,” she starts up her car again. “Okay,” I say. She reverses and swings out of the lot. We lean into the silence and it's super weird. “Seth texted me last night,” I wait for her reaction. “Oh,” she grimaces. “What did you say?” “That I loved him.” Silence again. Ashley's trying to put together something well-meaning while understanding that I’ll probably ignore whatever she has to say. “Abbi, I’m not trying to tell you how to run your life, but …” Her expression is now quizzical. She's said what she is about to say a number of different ways all ready. She thinks and thinks and decides to say nothing. Good call, I would have screamed at her. Not because what she thinks about my situation isn't true, I’m just in a ‘screaming at people mood’ because of it. “I’m going to dye my hair again,” she changes the subject to avoid conflict. Classic Ash. “Oh yeah? What color this time?” “I don't know,” she checks her reflection in the rear view. “The red has faded out, maybe blue or pink this time.” “You should go with a softer pink,” I say. “Since you're a soft spring.” “Yeah, maybe.” We enter the school lot. “Listen, do you want to get together when I do it? Maybe you can dye your hair too.” “I don't know, I might be busy,” I say. “Seth might want to do something,” I pause for her to protest. “Okay,” she says. She parks and we get out.
I barrel into art class. I don't care if I reek, out of all the teachers I can tell Mrs. Stanley smokes the most. It would be hypocritical of her to care. It looks like I’m the first one. Weird. I check my phone. It's 8:45. Well, fuck. Looks like Ashley needs to fix her clock. Mrs. Stanley is at her desk. She looks at me knowingly. “Eager to create today, Abbi?” I just nod and sit at my desk. I’m really feeling it. I open up my precalc notebook and just start sketching. Birds, eyes, trees, whatever. Kids start coming in. Their chatter echoes around me, I try to focus on what I’m doing. Someone bumps into my table. I look up. It's this lanky blonde kid, I think his name is James. He presses his hands underneath the desk as he leans up to talk to me. “Eww!” He shouts. Some kids turn and laugh. I don't. I just stare at him. James goes red and sits next to the kid who pissed in a jar. Once an adequate amount of students are in the room, Mrs. Stanley starts her lesson slideshow. On the screen is a dirty urinal. “How many of you are familiar with this work by Marcel DuChamp?” she asks. At this point, Jason, the designated meathead jock, enters the room. “Sorry I’m late, Mrs. S,” he booms. He looks at the slide. “We building bathrooms today?” Mrs. Stanley glares at him. “Wouldn't you like that? Considering you spend all of your time in there.” “Whatever,” Jason brushes his mullet behind his ears. “No, not whatever. Would you like me to move you into the sophomore class with Davis? Believe it or not he's getting much better marks than you are getting in here.” Jason rolls his eyes and takes his place in the chair next to me. “Up to a little extra curricular activities before art, Abbi?” he motions a joint in his fingers. I scoff and go on my phone. There's another text from Seth.
sorry about last night
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im reading it all right now that was fucked im sorry
I start to respond, but before I can Mrs. Stanley outstretches her hand. “Give me your phone, Miss Hagerty. I’m sick of giving you warnings.” I don't have the energy to fight, I just give it to her. “You can pick it up at the end of the day.” My jaw actually drops. Jason must have really set her off, she's not usually such a cunt to me. “Anyways, found art. What is it? Well, found art is the use of everyday objects to convey an altered meaning. It can be something you find on the street or something that once held value to you. For example, My Bed by Tracey Elim.” She pulls up a picture of a messy bed that looks suspiciously like my own. “So for your final unit of the semester, you will be making your own found art. I really want you to take this project a little more seriously than most of you have been taking this class. I’m giving you the privilege of picking your own partners, but I’d like to remind you to be thoughtful with your choice. This will be worth more for your grade.” I look around. I don't have any friends here. I toy around with the idea of asking Jason for convenience and he looks like he's about to pull that move. Behind me there's that James guy. He’s sheepishly looking at me. He seems kind of nice. Okay. I don't feel like getting up so I just turn around in my chair. “Hey James, wanna be partners?” He balks a bit and then smiles at me. “Yeah, totally,” He's beaming and it's somewhat endearing. Alex and I switch seats and now I’m next to him. “I’m gonna be real with you …” I begin. He stops and shifts a little. “I have no idea what we're supposed to be doing for this.” He regards me oddly. Like he's trying to piece me together. It doesn't bother me. “She said we have to bring in an object that's special to us and present it artistically basically,” he rubs his chin. Damn, I must be baked to hell. I didn't hear her saying that at all. “So got any stuffed animals we can cut up and make Lovecraftian monstrosities out of?” “I got a hamster cage, hold the hamster,” I say. It comes out kind of weird and I probably sound stupid, but he doesn't seem to care. “Let's make a fucking zoo.” “Perfect!” He’s kind of cute actually. In a way. Something about this feels fun. I realize the bell will ring soon. “So um,” I rip out a page of my precalc notebook, still fresh with my drawings. I scrawl out my number and push it to him. “Call me so we can figure out the project some more.” I pack up all my stuff and start to head out. I can feel him watching me and it's not that bad. “I sure will,” he says. Everything feels really groovy. There's a lightness now. I’m halfway out the door when I remember my phone. I can't believe that I just forgot about Seth. I think about begging for my phone, but I feel too above that. Still, something shakes the good feeling as the bell rings.
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2024.05.14 19:23 KC_Tea 3 Years In - Starting Low Dose Naltrexone - lowkey scared AF

Quick update first - Life has been getting better!
3 year anniversary was in April, and since then I've started school, been seeing a new partner consistently, overall enjoying life more. The most difficult part is that every time I go to do something I still feel the weight of the boulder that is Long Covid on my shoulders, digging in, clawing at me, holding me down. I'm getting stronger, and can do more, but man do I ever fucking hate this fucking boulder on my fucking shoulders it makes me want to cry having to carry this weight every day.
Most recent talk with my doctor, because my fatigue some days is still extremely bad, that whole body hollowness, like I've just ran an ultramarathon or an ironman, like no amount of water, electrolytes, sleep, meditation, food, or cat cuddles can cure. He suggested trying NALTREXONE.
Honestly, I'm kind of scared as fuck. Last time a doctor recommended something to me it absolutely ruined my sleep and ruined my life (amazing that something could overshadow long covid) for just over 1 year. That was Effexor, fuck that drug, and fuck that psychiatrist for constantly increasing my dosage despite me telling him how horrible the side effects were. Well I guess I have the trauma of effexor now, and I'm lowkey terrified of trying Naltrexone. The FIRST thing the Pharmacist tells me is 'oh yeah this drug is totally fine, most people just report it messing with their sleep a little bit, no big deal'......YEAH.....NO......So fucking triggering.
At least with effexor I didnt have any energy to do anything else really anyways, short walks, short family visits. Now I have commitments, I have school, homework, and a girlfriend who loves attention (who understands my situation, but still I Want to have energy to give to her!), and now this guy is telling me naltrexone might mess up my sleep. lesigh...
TLDR: doc is putting me on low dose naltrexone, looking for success stories, looking for horror stories, looking to hear about side effects.
I'm so tired, every - day, and nobody understands :( ....well, apart from you
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2024.05.14 18:58 emeraldshimmer123 Recommendation for The 5 Best Air Purifiers on Reddit to Buy Now - Reviewed

Recommendation for The 5 Best Air Purifiers on Reddit to Buy Now - Reviewed

The 5 Best Air Purifiers for Home, Kids, Pets, and Clean, Fresh Air
This complete Guide will help you choose the Best one to Buy.

1. Coway Airmega 400 True HEPA Air Purifier - Best Overall Air Purifier

Coway Airmega 400 True HEPA Air Purifier excels in removing smoke, pollen, and dust particles, achieving a remarkable 99% removal rate in just 30 minutes on its highest setting. This purifier is powerful enough to clean large rooms, yet quiet enough to operate near sleeping areas. Around $349

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2. Medify MA-112 Air Purifier- Best Air Purifier for Allergies

The Medify MA-112 Air Purifier is a powerhouse designed to provide exceptional air purification for large spaces. With a coverage area of up to 4,455 square feet in just one hour, this purifier is perfect for homes, offices, schools, and commercial settings. It features a True HEPA H13 filter that captures 99.9% of airborne particles as small as 0.1 microns, including smoke, pollen, pet dander, and odors. Depending the the unit and size. Price around $60 to $550

3.MORENTO Air Purifier - Best Budget-friendly Air Purifier

The MORENTO Air Purifier is an excellent choice for large rooms up to 1,076 square feet. It boasts a double-sided air inlet and a True HEPA filter that removes 99.97% of airborne particles, including pet hair and allergens. With an ultra-quiet operation of just 24dB, this purifier is ideal for bedrooms and living areas. Its air quality sensor and PM2.5 display provide real-time monitoring, ensuring optimal air quality. Around $130 to 250

4. BlueAir Blue Pure 311i Max - Best Air Purifier for Smoke and Odors

The BlueAir Blue Pure 311i Max combines performance and convenience with its voice controls, air quality indicator, and pollution-detecting particle sensor. It can quickly and effectively remove airborne particles, making it an excellent choice for various living spaces. Around $300

5. LEVOIT Air Purifier - Best Air Purifier for Large Rooms

The LEVOIT Air Purifiers for Home Large Room Up to 3175 Sq. that captures pet hair, dander, dust, and other allergens. Its high torque motor and large coverage area make it suitable for larger rooms or open spaces, while its sleep mode and quiet operation are ideal for bedrooms or nurseries.
When choosing an air purifier, consider factors such as room size, filter type, noise level, and energy efficiency. Investing in a high-quality air purifier can significantly improve indoor air quality, providing a healthier and more comfortable living environment Around $250
Good Runner Ups

  1. Winix 5500-2 Air Purifier with True HEPA, PlasmaWave and Odor Reducing Washable AOC Carbon Filter Medium Around $150
  2. PuroAir HEPA 14 Air Purifier for Home - Covers 1,115 Sq Ft - Air Purifier for Allergies - For Large Rooms - Filters Around $160
My recommendation is to go with the Medify or the Conway. They are really good units that can cover the needs of your home
***Prices are subject to change.

How to Pick the Right Air Purifier. Things to consider

Consider the Pollutants You Want to Target:

  • Allergens: Look for a purifier with a True HEPA filter, which captures particles as small as 0.3 microns, including dust, pollen, and pet dander.
  • Smoke and odors: Opt for a purifier with an activated carbon filter, which tackles smoke, cooking smells, and volatile organic compounds (VOCs).
  • Bacteria and viruses: Some purifiers use UV light or plasma ionization to kill airborne pathogens. However, their effectiveness and safety for long-term use are debated. Consider these features supplemental, not a replacement for true HEPA filtration.
Choose the Right Size for Your Space:

  • Air purifier capacity is measured in Clean Air Delivery Rate (CADR). Higher CADR indicates faster air cleaning in a larger room.
  • The Association of Home Appliance Manufacturers (AHAM) certifies CADR for smoke, dust, and pollen. Look for a CADR rating that covers your room size for the target pollutants.
  • A general rule: Choose a CADR at least 2/3 the square footage of the room. For example, a 300 CADR purifier is suitable for a 150 sq. ft. room.
Think About Noise Level and Energy Efficiency:

  • Air purifiers run continuously, so noise level is important. Look for models with decibel (dB) ratings that suit your preferences. Lower dB indicates quieter operation.
  • Energy Star certified purifiers use less energy, saving you money on electricity bills.
Additional Features to Consider:

  • Replacement filter costs: Factor in the cost and frequency of filter replacements. True HEPA filters typically need replacing every 6-12 months.
  • Smart features: Some purifiers offer Wi-Fi connectivity, allowing control through apps for scheduling, filter monitoring, and air quality checks.
  • Auto mode: This feature automatically adjusts fan speed based on air quality sensor readings.

What are the Benefits of Using Air Purifiers

Breathing clean air is essential for maintaining good health, and air purifiers offer a powerful tool to improve the quality of the air you breathe indoors. Here are some key benefits you can experience by using an air purifier:

  • Improved Respiratory Health: Air purifiers significantly reduce airborne pollutants like dust, pollen, pet dander, and smoke. This can be especially beneficial for people suffering from allergies, asthma, or other respiratory issues. By removing these irritants, air purifiers can ease congestion, coughing, and difficulty breathing, allowing you to breathe easier and experience improved overall respiratory health.
  • Reduced Allergens and Dust: If you struggle with seasonal allergies or dust sensitivity, air purifiers can be a game-changer. HEPA filters effectively capture allergens as small as 0.3 microns, including pollen, dust mites, and pet dander. This can significantly reduce allergy symptoms like itchy eyes, runny nose, and sneezing, leading to a more comfortable and allergy-free living environment.
  • Relief from Pet Dander and Smoke: Pet dander is a common allergen for many people, and air purifiers with HEPA filters can effectively remove it from the air. This can alleviate allergy symptoms triggered by pets and improve overall indoor air quality for pet owners and non-pet owners alike. Additionally, air purifiers with activated carbon filters can help reduce smoke particles and odors, providing relief for those living in areas with wildfires or those exposed to secondhand smoke.
  • Improved Sleep Quality: Clean air plays a vital role in getting a good night's sleep. Allergens and pollutants can disrupt sleep patterns by causing congestion, coughing, and difficulty breathing. Air purifiers can help by removing these irritants, creating a cleaner and more comfortable sleeping environment. This can lead to deeper, more restful sleep, leaving you feeling more energized and refreshed in the morning.
  • Reduced Risk of Airborne Illnesses: While air purifiers cannot eliminate viruses and bacteria entirely, some models with additional features like UV light or plasma ionization may help reduce their spread. Combined with other measures like proper ventilation and hygiene, air purifiers can contribute to a healthier indoor environment by potentially reducing the risk of airborne illnesses.
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2024.05.14 18:44 NKORE_S Winter, through a window

What people don't tell you about fear, is that it comes over you like snow: in waves.
The sky could be quiet and sickly white, devoid of its light lost to the melting ice over the surface of the earth. The snow puts on pressure: the highest drains on the block roofs are groaning with the wind. The sludge of decaying snow is brought up, high up by human feet as the water accumulates on the steps. The Eastern winter is not a calm place from the eyes of one who stares at it through a window. While the adults force their boots through the sea of white and children coming from school mutilate the white through their own games, one cannot feel the cold or the rain under a roof; above that another roof, and soon another, climbing the floors of the towering block among the white earth.
Within the cells of the building, families huddle in rooms, mindlessly enjoying the human company all people crave like dogs for meat. And lonely people huddle with the light in their rooms, the isolated and ill who could not bring themselves to play their part among the web of people that treads over the snow every winter. And we seem to notice: notice how the people change themselves when the skies go white and the nights long and black, how they weave in and out of buildings, heat up food and homes, how they match the weary winter.
Now notice how the fear doesn't leave with the sun, the light cut short by winter's nights. The people watching life through the windows have stepped away from the taunting eyes that litter the building's walls. Some lie in their bed, wondering how many days they can force through, how much longer can they experience the human life. The block is full of these isolated, during day they sleep and in night they stand on balconies. They leave the cold rooms, they smoke and watch the dead white city through empty air. To many, the long nights bring comfort.
The fear inevitably arrives not long later, along with the sun.
Along with the true human people as they wake, having slept through the tedious hours of night. And this phenomenon iterates itself, it plays out each night as if in a time loop, until the first man walks onto his balcony, looks out into the stars and doesn't walk back into his room again.
And in the white day do the happy people see the stains on the snow? And do they notice, do they react?
Waves will soon run out of energy, and the snow will stop falling. One hour it will fall in its final finale in the winter, and the man who looks on through his window will feel fear for the very list time.
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2024.05.14 18:44 What-did-Mikey-do Every binding vow a character could have made throughout the story

Every binding vow a character could have made throughout the story
I'll be trying my best to source an inspiration for these vows, so that the convo doesn't devolve into baseless "THAT could/can't happen" arguments.
Obligatory misc. that would always be useful:
  1. (Based on Overtime): "For this day (day before major conflict) my CE output is limited to 0%, but tomorrow (day of conflict) it will cap out at 200%."
  2. (In case the vow needs to be permanent): "When I'm not in a fight my CE output is limited to 0%, but when I'm fighting, it caps at 200%."
  3. (Based on Sukuna's DE rules): "When I open my domain this time, I give up the ability to entrap or have it be effective against (type of being I'm not fighting) and in return I get (whatever will win the fight)."
  4. (For Inumaki) (Based on Miwa's "I get __ but I have to be doing __"): "I get to talk without triggering my technique, but in return I activate the technique only when I have my fist clenched."
  5. (Alternatively for Inumaki): "I can only talk in terms that activate my cursed speech, and in return, the technique becomes stronger / harder to block out with CE reinforcement."
  6. (Theoretical for Yuji): "I relinquish Sukuna's soul, and in turn I also lose the buffs I was receiving from it."
  7. (For Megumi) (Based on Sukuna's ability to permanently change how his technique works): "I relinquish control over all other Shikigami, and in turn I master Mahoraga without having to fight him."
  8. (For Gojo and Sukuna since they have the amazing RCT to back it up) (Based on Hakari's vow): "The Cursed Energy used in protecting any of my non-vital body parts will instead be transferred to reinforce any area that would be lethal."
Sister School Exchange event's barrier (Based on Overtime) - Gojo: "For 5 seconds my CE output is 0%, and for the 5 seconds that follow, my CE output is 200%."
In case it needs to be permanent: "When I'm not in a domain, my CE output is 0%, but when I am, it is 200%." (This is fine for Gojo since his CT would allow him to have a constantly have a domain amplification around himself. He could take it off when he wants to walk through barriers, and for the rest of the series he'd be at 200% capacity).
Allows him to bypass this barrier
https://preview.redd.it/xmha5ssp7f0d1.png?width=640&format=png&auto=webp&s=41664aebd546c1bffe9f2e0ec86f9be9229779cc
Disaster Curses Playing Life - Any of them: "I give up my ability to draw life tokens, and instead I choose to draw the Doctor job with 100% accuracy."
Allows any of them to win because Life tokens are useless but give the aura of importance
https://preview.redd.it/1y6zz3vq7f0d1.png?width=720&format=png&auto=webp&s=efa7e9bfa7d5324a04e03b730437a6f0e63ae954
Shibuya (Same as Barrier bypass before) - Everyone: "0% for a bit, then 200% equally after."
These barriers can no longer keep any of the sorcerers in or out
https://preview.redd.it/wqilzb0s7f0d1.png?width=210&format=png&auto=webp&s=6b1338f57e308e40e4311ac3eb95de196e583cee
Gojo vs Disaster Curses (Based on Sukuna's domain fuckery) - Gojo: "My domain cannot affect humans, and in return it does a greater deal of damage to transfigured humans and curses."
Allows him to easily defeat the danger and save everyone, and we know from Sukuna that self-imposed vows on domains are reversible, so this is not a detriment.
https://preview.redd.it/7gk72c3t7f0d1.png?width=1000&format=png&auto=webp&s=0cccf4bc069cba795005c498296609f5f03440f7
Jogo vs Sukuna: "My maximum meteor loses some of its strength but massively increases its speed."
Allows him to likely at least graze Sukuna and win the bet
https://preview.redd.it/1rxd6z3u7f0d1.png?width=1800&format=png&auto=webp&s=9bc29efb5cae282e1570f1f7c359c954f77bc157
Todo vs Mahito (Based on the Dismantle vow) - Todo: "This once I can activate my CT without clapping, and in return I need to clap twice to use it again."
Allows him to save his technique and other hand
https://preview.redd.it/qauonu1v7f0d1.png?width=1600&format=png&auto=webp&s=6e03900a2daa18a9ac71ddcfb17d7a5280456d08
Pretty much any killing blow in the history of this series (Based on Hakari's vow): "Transfer my defensive CE strength to the part of my body that is about to be hit."
Un-killable as long as you are quick on reactions
https://preview.redd.it/dxd04qyv7f0d1.png?width=1125&format=png&auto=webp&s=8d55eb509828bc8bc07df134455293e00d6c7f50
Higurama vs Sukuna (Based on Sukuna's one-time dismantle buff): "The next time I open my domain, I will get a 100% chance of death penalty and CT confiscation, and in return, for the future, people trapped in my domain can call for defense lawyers (or something like that)."
Bypasses the discussion and worry that the domain might not work, and is pretty much a confirmed kill on Sukuna
https://preview.redd.it/tv37vd2x7f0d1.png?width=800&format=png&auto=webp&s=ec0c972a8255ed9eea5ccb78e914245cd061743c
That's about all I can think of while writing this, definitely could ponder for some more. Put your own down in the comments!
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2024.05.14 18:32 TinyyOctopus How to combat feelings of loneliness, pushing people away, feeling like I don't deserve anything, and procrastination?

It's insane. It's like I self impose loneliness on myself. I feel like everyone I am around/talk to I am bothering. I feel like I don't deserve anything until I get a certain exam score, a certain grade and after school ended now I suddenly shifted that pressure to my own body and I just hate the way that I look, and how my face feels heavy and I want to work out but I genuinely have no energy!! Also it doesn't help that every time I do workout I have this voice in my head that goes like " why try anyways, you're not going to succeed, you're not good at this, you've never been good at this, you have to catch your breath to even go up the stairs" I don't know where the fuck this is coming from genuinely! But it impacts me so much! I am not even that heavy, but midsized, and I recently went from being 155 LBs to 165 and have been beating myself up about it I feel guilty for eating ANYTHING and I just want to punch myself in the face whenever I eat a cookie. I can't even buy clothes??? because I don't deserve it and because it won't look good on me??????
Also I can't help it but, I get so annoyed with people that are nonchalant and do whatever they want with a "carefree" attitude. Part of me is jealous obviously but it just irks me to my core, because why am I like this? Where I feel the constant need to be perfect and beat myself up to bits because I am not. I don't look good in certain clothes so I always wear baggy clothing because that is all i am comfortable in. I have so much I should be grateful for and yet here I am hating myself and because of this I can't do things that matter more!! I feel like I am a constant dissapointment to everyone and I just literally have wanted to die for most of my life.
Like I already know I'm on the path to being an alcoholic, because in college I filled up a water bottle of vodka at one of the house parties and SAVED it! I saved it and when i was depressed so hard I drank half of the whole thing while listening to sad music by myself and it was just so fucking sad thart I did that, but it's the only way I have been able to cope and now I find myself craving that feeling more and more. I want to stop this before I am legally allowed to purchase alcohol because I already know its going to be a problem.
Also add to this crippling social anxiety. Thank god for makeup which has improved this but if I'm not wearing makeup I genuinely can't even look people in the eye. I don't know what's wrong with me or how to fix it but please god I hope someone has answers or something I can do to fix this. I have felt like this for most of my life and I need it to stop because it is extremely hindering to my self-growth and I don't want to live this way forever ;-;
I am 19 right now.
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2024.05.14 18:25 What-did-Mikey-do Every binding vow a character could have made throughout the story

Every binding vow a character could have made throughout the story
I'll be trying my best to source an inspiration for these vows, so that the convo doesn't devolve into baseless "THAT could/can't happen" arguments.
Obligatory misc. that would always be useful:
  1. (Based on Overtime): "For this day (day before major conflict) my CE output is limited to 0%, but tomorrow (day of conflict) it will cap out at 200%."
  2. (In case the vow needs to be permanent): "When I'm not in a fight my CE output is limited to 0%, but when I'm fighting, it caps at 200%."
  3. (Based on Sukuna's DE rules): "When I open my domain this time, I give up the ability to entrap or have it be effective against (type of being I'm not fighting) and in return I get (whatever will win the fight)."
  4. (For Inumaki) (Based on Miwa's "I get __ but I have to be doing __"): "I get to talk without triggering my technique, but in return I activate the technique only when I have my fist clenched."
  5. (Alternatively for Inumaki): "I can only talk in terms that activate my cursed speech, and in return, the technique becomes stronger / harder to block out with CE reinforcement."
  6. (Theoretical for Yuji): "I relinquish Sukuna's soul, and in turn I also lose the buffs I was receiving from it."
  7. (For Megumi) (Based on Sukuna's ability to permanently change how his technique works): "I relinquish control over all other Shikigami, and in turn I master Mahoraga without having to fight him."
  8. (For Gojo and Sukuna since they have the amazing RCT to back it up) (Based on Hakari's vow): "The Cursed Energy used in protecting any of my non-vital body parts will instead be transferred to reinforce any area that would be lethal."
Sister School Exchange event's barrier (Based on Overtime) - Gojo: "For 5 seconds my CE output is 0%, and for the 5 seconds that follow, my CE output is 200%."
In case it needs to be permanent: "When I'm not in a domain, my CE output is 0%, but when I am, it is 200%." (This is fine for Gojo since his CT would allow him to have a constantly have a domain amplification around himself. He could take it off when he wants to walk through barriers, and for the rest of the series he'd be at 200% capacity).
Allows him to bypass this barrier
https://preview.redd.it/jjbt4fp3ue0d1.png?width=640&format=png&auto=webp&s=93afa29b0193e5b70c23f970741f21a3ad925627
Disaster Curses Playing Life - Any of them: "I give up my ability to draw life tokens, and instead I choose to draw the Doctor job with 100% accuracy."
Allows any of them to win because Life tokens are useless but give the aura of importance
https://preview.redd.it/ysxnqe0yve0d1.png?width=720&format=png&auto=webp&s=c75e21eb8cb681618a5deb05540860d9f8f2a0b2
Shibuya (Same as Barrier bypass before) - Everyone: "0% for a bit, then 200% equally after."
These barriers can no longer keep any of the sorcerers in or out
https://preview.redd.it/uqeb1051ye0d1.png?width=210&format=png&auto=webp&s=4c3cccebfa8e13c1575e04bdddaa27747cae1a74
Gojo vs Disaster Curses (Based on Sukuna's domain fuckery) - Gojo: "My domain cannot affect humans, and in return it does a greater deal of damage to transfigured humans and curses."
Allows him to easily defeat the danger and save everyone, and we know from Sukuna that self-imposed vows on domains are reversible, so this is not a detriment.
https://preview.redd.it/bphwko9fxe0d1.png?width=1000&format=png&auto=webp&s=8357fb4c20ddd2147d195aeca8ad53f56e5caa87
Jogo vs Sukuna: "My maximum meteor loses some of its strength but massively increases its speed."
Allows him to likely at least graze Sukuna and win the bet
https://preview.redd.it/rg359ifr3f0d1.png?width=1800&format=png&auto=webp&s=733e1ab03aa06d75c8a544370db6995f3d833b34
Todo vs Mahito (Based on the Dismantle vow) - Todo: "This once I can activate my CT without clapping, and in return I need to clap twice to use it again."
Allows him to save his technique and other hand
https://preview.redd.it/goninvqbve0d1.png?width=1600&format=png&auto=webp&s=354837113a52700a53ce30a9a845d3e58f45bd29
Pretty much any killing blow in the history of this series (Based on Hakari's vow): "Transfer my defensive CE strength to the part of my body that is about to be hit."
Un-killable as long as you are quick on reactions
https://preview.redd.it/ih4uhd1o0f0d1.png?width=1125&format=png&auto=webp&s=01075df89fd8b66d8c0d80ea0072ba0728e88020
Higurama vs Sukuna (Based on Sukuna's one-time dismantle buff): "The next time I open my domain, I will get a 100% chance of death penalty and CT confiscation, and in return, for the future, people trapped in my domain can call for defense lawyers (or something like that)."
Bypasses the discussion and worry that the domain might not work, and is pretty much a confirmed kill on Sukuna
https://preview.redd.it/dtcrp8m03f0d1.png?width=800&format=png&auto=webp&s=247bcbdc76ea291971dc834c9ff5793ce314ea53
That's about all I can think of while writing this, definitely could ponder for some more. Put your own down in the comments!
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2024.05.14 18:13 Local_Breakfast2100 what would you do ?

So me and this girl have been hanging out and talking for about a month it’s gotten pretty serious pretty quick so i thought things were going good but just the other night we were watching a movie in my bed and she got a call on fb messenger she said “i don’t know who that is” and declined about 30 minutes past and i kept thinking about it we also discussed before on how we were only going to talk to each other and not have any guy or girl friends okay so it got quiet she refused to say anything or me either for about another hour then im like are you not gonna say anything? she’s like about what.. then 10 more minutes pass and im like are you not gonna call that dude back, she got defensive and was like no that’s weird and i was like that’s okay i can talk to him she got mad and said no that’s weird, then 10 more minutes pass she looks over at me and she’s like are you really upset because of that i’m like no i’m just curious she was like i haven’t talked to him since middle school keep in mind she said earlier that she didn’t know who he was, then the energy was just bad i said isn’t it getting late mid movie and she said what !? i repeated she said ok ! got mad and stormed out of the house and went home still hasn’t texted since in my mind if he wasn’t anybody she would have called him or answered the first time or explained more since i was interested or even showed their messages to show me i had nothing to worry about , what would yall do in my situation?
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2024.05.14 18:13 Local_Breakfast2100 would would you do ?

So me and this girl have been hanging out and talking for about a month it’s gotten pretty serious pretty quick so i thought things were going good but just the other night we were watching a movie in my bed and she got a call on fb messenger she said “i don’t know who that is” and declined about 30 minutes past and i kept thinking about it we also discussed before on how we were only going to talk to each other and not have any guy or girl friends okay so it got quiet she refused to say anything or me either for about another hour then im like are you not gonna say anything? she’s like about what.. then 10 more minutes pass and im like are you not gonna call that dude back, she got defensive and was like no that’s weird and i was like that’s okay i can talk to him she got mad and said no that’s weird, then 10 more minutes pass she looks over at me and she’s like are you really upset because of that i’m like no i’m just curious she was like i haven’t talked to him since middle school keep in mind she said earlier that she didn’t know who he was, then the energy was just bad i said isn’t it getting late mid movie and she said what !? i repeated she said ok ! got mad and stormed out of the house and went home still hasn’t texted since in my mind if he wasn’t anybody she would have called him or answered the first time or explained more since i was interested or even showed their messages to show me i had nothing to worry about , what would yall do in my situation?
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I am currently inspired to do one on one personal readings. I know I haven't been doing that for a little bit, but here I am back again!!
1 on 1 tarot coaching
Reiki imbued tarot readings
Moon readings
Astrology readings (including current transitions!!!)
Spells as cards! and much more...
Currently I am reading on topics such as:
Finance
Business
Money
Love - Reconciliation/ future love romances and self :)
School
Personal life
Beauty
Looking into the energy
Magick / spell readings! (This uses a mixture of tarot and oracle cards)
I am also offering:
Herbal balance
Crystal readings
as well as Reiki insight.
I am a practicing Reiki practitioner, Tarot interpreter, and Botanist. My spell casting skills have flourished since I was very young and I believe it's the scoprio in me :P. I am very aware of the physics of nature and am in tune with the cycles of what is to be. I also have a nack for showing people how to harness their own magick :P Ask me about it?
If you have any questions please feel free to chat me, If you would like to learn more about me and my start please go to my reddit page, there you will find some pick a card readings that I have done *new ones coming soon* as well as reviews from many of my happy, returning clients!!
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2024.05.14 18:11 Aceofwands111 Dear Beautiful souls, is there something blocking you, do you need some positive light in your life, some insight? I do tarot though reiki! (YES WITH CARDS) n I have the intuitive power to help you, contact me for more info! Paid Readings Dear Beautiful souls Hi. Hope all is well in your wonderful

Dear Beautiful souls

Hi.
Hope all is well in your wonderful lives! My beautiful souls <3
I have recently been working on some updated content and ways to give back to the community, please feel free to chip in and let me know how you've been enjoying our services!!
I am currently inspired to do one on one personal readings. I know I haven't been doing that for a little bit, but here I am back again!!
1 on 1 tarot coaching
Reiki imbued tarot readings
Moon readings
Astrology readings (including current transitions!!!)
Spells as cards! and much more...
Currently I am reading on topics such as:
Finance
Business
Money
Love - Reconciliation/ future love romances and self :)
School
Personal life
Beauty
Looking into the energy
Magick / spell readings! (This uses a mixture of tarot and oracle cards)
I am also offering:
Herbal balance
Crystal readings
as well as Reiki insight.
I am a practicing Reiki practitioner, Tarot interpreter, and Botanist. My spell casting skills have flourished since I was very young and I believe it's the scoprio in me :P. I am very aware of the physics of nature and am in tune with the cycles of what is to be. I also have a nack for showing people how to harness their own magick :P Ask me about it?
If you have any questions please feel free to chat me, If you would like to learn more about me and my start please go to my reddit page, there you will find some pick a card readings that I have done *new ones coming soon* as well as reviews from many of my happy, returning clients!!
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2024.05.14 18:10 Aceofwands111 Dear Beautiful souls, is there something blocking you, do you need some positive light in your life, some insight? I do tarot though reiki! (YES WITH CARDS) n I have the intuitive power to help you, contact me for more info! Paid Reading Dear Beautiful souls Hi. Hope all is well in your wonderful l

Dear Beautiful souls
Hi.
Hope all is well in your wonderful lives! My beautiful souls <3
I have recently been working on some updated content and ways to give back to the community, please feel free to chip in and let me know how you've been enjoying our services!!
I am currently inspired to do one on one personal readings. I know I haven't been doing that for a little bit, but here I am back again!!
1 on 1 tarot coaching
Reiki imbued tarot readings
Moon readings
Astrology readings (including current transitions!!!)
Spells as cards! and much more...
Currently I am reading on topics such as:
Finance
Business
Money
Love - Reconciliation/ future love romances and self :)
School
Personal life
Beauty
Looking into the energy
Magick / spell readings! (This uses a mixture of tarot and oracle cards)
I am also offering:
Herbal balance
Crystal readings
as well as Reiki insight.
I am a practicing Reiki practitioner, Tarot interpreter, and Botanist. My spell casting skills have flourished since I was very young and I believe it's the scoprio in me :P. I am very aware of the physics of nature and am in tune with the cycles of what is to be. I also have a nack for showing people how to harness their own magick :P Ask me about it?
If you have any questions please feel free to chat me, If you would like to learn more about me and my start please go to my reddit page, there you will find some pick a card readings that I have done *new ones coming soon* as well as reviews from many of my happy, returning clients!!
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2024.05.14 18:09 Aceofwands111 Dear Beautiful souls, is there something blocking you, do you need some positive light in your life, some insight? I do tarot though reiki! (YES WITH CARDS) n I have the intuitive power to help you, contact me for more info!

Dear Beautiful souls

Hi.
Hope all is well in your wonderful lives! My beautiful souls <3
I have recently been working on some updated content and ways to give back to the community, please feel free to chip in and let me know how you've been enjoying our services!!
I am currently inspired to do one on one personal readings. I know I haven't been doing that for a little bit, but here I am back again!!
1 on 1 tarot coaching
Reiki imbued tarot readings
Moon readings
Astrology readings (including current transitions!!!)
Spells as cards! and much more...
Currently I am reading on topics such as:
Finance
Business
Money
Love - Reconciliation/ future love romances and self :)
School
Personal life
Beauty
Looking into the energy
Magick / spell readings! (This uses a mixture of tarot and oracle cards)
I am also offering:
Herbal balance
Crystal readings
as well as Reiki insight.
I am a practicing Reiki practitioner, Tarot interpreter, and Botanist. My spell casting skills have flourished since I was very young and I believe it's the scoprio in me :P. I am very aware of the physics of nature and am in tune with the cycles of what is to be. I also have a nack for showing people how to harness their own magick :P Ask me about it?
If you have any questions please feel free to chat me, If you would like to learn more about me and my start please go to my reddit page, there you will find some pick a card readings that I have done *new ones coming soon* as well as reviews from many of my happy, returning clients!!
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2024.05.14 18:08 Aceofwands111 Dear Beautiful souls, is there something blocking you, do you need some positive light in your life, some insight? I do tarot though reiki! (YES WITH CARDS) n I have the intuitive power to help you, contact me for more info!

Dear Beautiful souls
Hi.
Hope all is well in your wonderful lives! My beautiful souls <3
I have recently been working on some updated content and ways to give back to the community, please feel free to chip in and let me know how you've been enjoying our services!!
I am currently inspired to do one on one personal readings. I know I haven't been doing that for a little bit, but here I am back again!!
1 on 1 tarot coaching
Reiki imbued tarot readings
Moon readings
Astrology readings (including current transitions!!!)
Spells as cards! and much more...
Currently I am reading on topics such as:
Finance
Business
Money
Love - Reconciliation/ future love romances and self :)
School
Personal life
Beauty
Looking into the energy
Magick / spell readings! (This uses a mixture of tarot and oracle cards)
I am also offering:
Herbal balance
Crystal readings
as well as Reiki insight.
I am a practicing Reiki practitioner, Tarot interpreter, and Botanist. My spell casting skills have flourished since I was very young and I believe it's the scoprio in me :P. I am very aware of the physics of nature and am in tune with the cycles of what is to be. I also have a nack for showing people how to harness their own magick :P Ask me about it?
If you have any questions please feel free to chat me, If you would like to learn more about me and my start please go to my reddit page, there you will find some pick a card readings that I have done *new ones coming soon* as well as reviews from many of my happy, returning clients!!
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2024.05.14 18:07 Aceofwands111 Dear Beautiful souls, is there something blocking you, do you need some positive light in your life, some insight? I do tarot though reiki! (YES WITH CARDS) n I have the intuitive power to help you, contact me for more info!

Dear Beautiful souls

Hi.
Hope all is well in your wonderful lives! My beautiful souls <3
I have recently been working on some updated content and ways to give back to the community, please feel free to chip in and let me know how you've been enjoying our services!!
I am currently inspired to do one on one personal readings. I know I haven't been doing that for a little bit, but here I am back again!!
1 on 1 tarot coaching
Reiki imbued tarot readings
Moon readings
Astrology readings (including current transitions!!!)
Spells as cards! and much more...
Currently I am reading on topics such as:
Finance
Business
Money
Love - Reconciliation/ future love romances and self :)
School
Personal life
Beauty
Looking into the energy
Magick / spell readings! (This uses a mixture of tarot and oracle cards)
I am also offering:
Herbal balance
Crystal readings
as well as Reiki insight.
I am a practicing Reiki practitioner, Tarot interpreter, and Botanist. My spell casting skills have flourished since I was very young and I believe it's the scoprio in me :P. I am very aware of the physics of nature and am in tune with the cycles of what is to be. I also have a nack for showing people how to harness their own magick :P Ask me about it?
If you have any questions please feel free to chat me, If you would like to learn more about me and my start please go to my reddit page, there you will find some pick a card readings that I have done *new ones coming soon* as well as reviews from many of my happy, returning clients!!
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