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2024.05.13 23:28 AlfrescoDog The Great Wall and Wall Street: Become a Better Trader by Understanding the Perils of šØš³ Chinese Companies on šŗšø U.S. Exchanges
 | ā ļø Attention all traders and holders of Chinese stocks: You should read this if you donāt know what a VIE is. Sure, most of you will be repelled by the great wall of text here (so many words!), but you might want to keep this post nearby. submitted by AlfrescoDog to wallstreetbets [link] [comments] Hello. You are aware that Wall Streetās bustling bazaar hosts a veritable Forbidden City of Chinese companies draped in ticker tape rather than silk. Today, I will provide background and data on all allowed Chinese companies listed on three of the largest U.S. stock exchanges: New York Stock Exchange (NYSE), Nasdaq, and NYSE American. I should note that a bustling troupe of 26 national securities exchanges are registered with the SEC in the United States. Most are owned by the Nasdaq, NYSE, or the Chicago Board Options Exchange (CBOE). Nonetheless, based on data from the World Federation of Exchanges as of August 2023, the NYSE and Nasdaq were the top two exchanges behemoths of the global financial stage, accounting for 42.4% of the total $110.2 trillion in valuation traded across 80 major global exchanges. š¼ļø I had a photo of Wall Street to add here, but I'm only allowed to include one attachment. 2022 vs. 2023 According to the U.S.-China Economic and Security Review Commission, as of January 8, 2024, there were 265 Chinese companies listed on the three U.S. exchanges, with a total market capitalization of $848 billion. That valuation is down from a year priorāJanuary 9, 2023āwhen a slightly lower 252 Chinese companies were tracked, but they represented a total market capitalization of $1.03 trillion. Since January 2023, 24 Chinese companies have entered the spotlight of the three U.S. exchanges, raising $656 million in combined initial public offerings (IPOs). On the other hand, eleven Chinese companies have folded their tents and delisted. China Securities Regulatory Commission The American stock exchanges witnessed a springtime bloom of Chinese IPOs in the first quarter of 2023. However, this listing activity came to an abrupt halt as the clock struck March 31, 2023. Why? The China Securities Regulatory Commission (CSRC) implemented a revised approval process for companies going public overseas. I wonāt get into the details, but China has rules to cap foreign investment and ownership in sectors deemed strategic, such as technology. In the past, those regulations have driven several Chinese firms to the legal gymnastics of a Variable Interest Entity (VIE) structureāa clever contrivance that allowed them to leapfrog domestic constraints. However, under the revised review mechanism, every company, regardless of its corporate ownership structure, must now bow before the China Securities Regulatory Commission (CSRC) to register its intent to list overseas. š¼ļø I had a photo of the CSRC building to add here, but I'm only allowed to include one attachment. The gatekeeper Therefore, although the CSRC touted this regulation as a necessary measure for enforcing regulatory compliance and preventing fraud (which is true), it also helps regulators act as gatekeepers poised to block any proposed listing they deem poses a risk to their national security or jeopardizes China's national interests. This process is wide-ranging. For instance, it includes an evaluation of the companyās safeguards against disclosing what the Chinese Communist Party considers potential state secrets. But weāre not talking about top-secret black-ops projects meant to be hidden from international oversight committees. Noā¦ any company that collects personal information on more than one million users requires stern data security review mechanisms for its cross-border data flows. For perspective, TikTok has over 150 million users in the U.S. alone and is not subject to the same scrutiny from the Western nations. Currently, the CSRC approval process is reportedly taking upward of six months. Audit inspections and investigations in China Youāre probably unaware of the HFCAA, so letās start there. The Holding Foreign Companies Accountable Act of 2020 (HFCAA) is a law that requires companies publicly listed on stock exchanges in the U.S. to disclose to the United States Securities and Exchange Commission (SEC) information on foreign jurisdictions that prevent the Public Company Accounting Oversight Board (PCAOB) from conducting inspections. That law laid down a stern ultimatum: If Chinese authorities kept obstructing the Public Company Accounting Oversight Board (PCAOB) from inspecting audit firms in China or Hong Kong for three consecutive years, the companies audited by these entities would face a ban from the bustling arenas of the U.S. exchanges. Basically, either China allowed the PCAOB to inspect the audit firms, or the companies had to change to another auditing firm within three years. Then, as 2022 waned to its final days (literally, on December 29), President Joe Biden signed a Consolidated Appropriations Act, which contained a provision that will tighten the noose, shortening future timelines from three consecutive years to only two. Once they looked under the rock Finally allowed to conduct full investigations of audit firms in mainland China and Hong Kong after over a decade of obstruction, the PCAOB announced the findings of its first round of inspections in May 2023, identifying deficiencies in seven of eight audits conducted by the auditing firms KPMG Huazhen and PricewaterhouseCoopers (PwC) Hong Kong. Audits of Chinese Companies Are Highly Deficient, U.S. Regulator Says On November 30, 2023, the PCAOB announced fines against three audit firms in China, totaling $7.9 million for misconduct. For perspective, that number included the second and third-largest fines ever doled out by the PCAOB. Why were the fines so bad? Those sneaky Chinese accountants Imagine a gaggle of accountants in the far reaches of PwC China and Hong Kong applying for a U.S. auditing curriculum. But alas, these foreign accountants find the U.S. auditing training tests a trifle tedious, so someone came up with the answers and decided to pass them around like a secret note in a schoolroom. From 2018 to 2020, over 1,000 of these busy bees completed their U.S. auditing online exams by copying the answers from two unauthorized apps with a fervor that would make a gossip columnist blush. When confronted with the evidence, PwC China and PwC Hong Kong response: š¤·āāļø And let me remind you, this happened late last year. Both firms are expected to provide reasonable assurance that their personnel will act with integrity in connection with internal training and to report their compliance to the PCAOB within 150 daysāApril 2024. š¼ļø I was planning on using an AI-generated image of Chinese accountants cheating, but I'm only allowed to include one attachment. State-owned enterprises According to the U.S.-China Economic and Security Review Commission, this graph represents the total market capitalization of Chinese companies listed in the three U.S. exchanges. Market Capitalization of Listed Chinese Companies The number of listed companies has stayed at around 260. However, all Chinese state-owned enterprises (SOEs) have delisted themselves from U.S. exchanges, most of them soon after the PCAOB announced it had secured complete access to Chinese auditorsā records. Variable Interest Entities (VIEs) Most tradersāand that means youāare unaware that 166 Chinese companies currently listed on the three major U.S. exchanges use a VIE structure. As of January 8, 2024, these companies have a market capitalization of $772 billion. For perspective, that represents 91% of the total market capitalization of all the Chinese firms listed on the three major U.S. exchanges. What the hell is a VIE? It is a complex corporate structure that grants shareholders contractual claims to control via an offshore shell company without transferring actual ownership in the company. A Variable Interest Entity (VIE) is a bit like a riverboat casinoās cleverest trick, allowing a company to sell its chips on a foreign table without ever letting the players hold the cards directly. A VIE is a structure used primarily by companies that wish to partake in the financial streams of another country (the U.S. exchanges) without breaking local laws (Chinese laws) that prevent full ownership. Remember, Chinese companies structured themselves as VIEs to circumvent Chinaās restrictionsānot U.S. restrictionsāon foreign ownership in industries the CCP deems sensitive. Therefore, when you hold stock in one of these Chinese companies, youāre not officially holding any actual ownership in the company. Because if you did, then that company could be breaking Chinese restrictive caps on foreign investment and ownership. Thatās why they set up a faƧade, or a legal entity, that controls the business on paper, but the true power and profits are funneled back to the company pulling the strings. Granted, itās not as shaky as asking a random stranger to hold your shares, but it is crafty, and you should be aware of the risks. Wait. What are the risks? You need to understand that thereās a shadow of potential risk looming. Potential. Now, don't mistake me for the town crier of doom; I'm not proclaiming that the sky is falling on these shares. Nor am I declaring that disaster is certain for Chinese stocks. What I am pointing out, however, is the presence of a riskāa subtle beast that might just catch you off guard if you remain unaware. And letās face it: Most of you are completely oblivious to these issues. There are two sides here: šŗšø & šØš³ šŗšø Since July 2021, the SEC has imposed additional disclosure requirements for Chinese companies using a VIE to sell shares in the U.S. These requirements include greater transparency about the relationship between the VIE and its Chinese operating companies. In summary, the SEC aims to push VIEs toward the company behind them to offer more clarity on U.S. investor ownership in the Chinese operating company. šØš³ On the other side, Chinese companies that list overseas using a VIE were not required to register their listings with the CSRC, as the VIE is not considered a Chinese company under Chinaās law. This is the reason VIEs were used in the first place. However, as I mentioned earlier, after March 31, 2023, the CSRC established requirements for all new Chinese companies to register and receive permission before going public overseasāeven those planning to use VIE structures. Thatās why there was a boom of Chinese IPOs before that deadline. Granted, on September 14, 2023, a Chinese auto insurance platform became the first company that received the elusive blessing of the CSRC to list, and it did so using a VIE arrangement, breaking the long, dry spell that had plagued Chinese IPOs when she listed on the Nasdaq four days later. However, even though VIEs received some sort of recognition from the CSRC, the VIE corporate structures still hold dubious legal status under Chinaās laws. Remember, VIEs purpose is to avoid being considered a Chinese company under Chinaās laws. Soā¦ do you see the potential risk here? Ummā¦ No, I donāt get it. Think about it. Either country could potentially increase regulations for VIEs, but if the SEC forces them to be more transparent, the VIE would not be able to circumvent Chinaās restrictions. Thatās one risk. Also, at some point, Chinaās CSRC might question whether itās appropriate to recognize a corporate structure that was created to circumvent its laws. Which leads me to this: Whatās keeping the CCP from deciding to start reigning in those VIEs? The answer is simple: Theyāre not in a hurry to do so because if misfortune should befall, itāll be the foreign investors whoāll see their assets deflated like a punctured balloon. š¼ļø I would've added a nice image or two by now, to balance all the text and make this more appealing, but I'm only allowed to include one attachment. If a VIE-listed company goes private at a lower valuation, businesses fail, or thereās a valuation discrepancy, the enforceability of a VIEās contractual arrangements is unproven in Chinese courts. With VIE-listed companies, foreign investorsā recourse in the Chinese legal system is as elusive as a catfishās whisper. Yeah, but thatās unlikelyā¦ Sure. Of course, Iām not saying every Chinese stock will have these issues. But it can happen. And it has happened. The unlucky case of Luckin Coffee Due to the lack of compliance with international audit inspections, Chinese corporate financial statementsā reliability for valuation and investment is not assured. Such is the case of Luckin Coffee. In a bold bid to capture Wall Streetās hearts and wallets, Luckin Coffee showed up dressed in finery, flaunting alluring figures of revenue, operations, and bustling customer traffic. At her grand debut, the stock sashayed onto the Nasdaq at $17, swirling up a storm of interested buyers to the tune of $561 million in capital. For a fleeting moment, Luckin shimmered like a star over the financial firmament, boasting a market capitalization that soared to a heady $12 billion, with shares peaking just over $50. Ah, but as the adage goes, āTruth will out.ā And out it cameāthe revelation of those embroidered numbers caused the company's stock to plummet like a stone tossed from a bridge, leaving a wake of investor losses and culminating in a disgraceful delisting from Nasdaq 13 months after her debut. Luckin Coffee Drops Nasdaq Appeal; Shares to Be Delisted š¼ļø I would've added an AI-generated image of a cup of Luckin Coffee jumping from a bridge, but I'm only allowed to include one attachment. Wellā¦ but that wonāt happen to meā¦ Uh-huh. On April 2, 2020, after announcing that employeesāincluding its chief operating officerāfalsified 2.2 billion yuan (about $310 million) in sales throughout 2019, Luckin's shares nosedived -80%. This is from one of you unluckin bastards: I've lost 240k on Luckin Coffee, all my life savings. Now I'm broke af. Iām sure many of you might reckon yourselves immune to a similar debacle since you think youāre smart enough to use stops to escape any runaway losses. It's time to wake up and smell the Luckin coffee. Chinese news catalysts often strike like lightning at night, and the stops you set under the sun cannot shield you from storms that explode in the moonlight. Dumbass. Chinese regulators can be mercurial Even though the PCAOB is currently able to perform its oversight responsibilities, concerns remain around the possibility that Chinese regulators might backtrack, potentially clamping down once again on the PCAOB's ability to access audit firms and personnel across mainland China and Hong Kong. If that happens, the PCAOB can quickly declare a negative determination. HOWEVER, this action would only start the countdown under the HFCAA, giving U.S.-listed Chinese companies a window of TWO years to secure services from an auditor in a compliant jurisdiction or face a trading ban. Thatās it. Of course, within that time, Chinese regulators could agree once again to allow access to the PCAOB, thus resetting the two-year countdown without significant consequences. What lurks in the shadows Although the risk of PCAOB non-compliance looms over these financial engagements, it is the ghost of potentially misconstruedāor, let's say, creatively presentedāearnings reports coming to light that should scare you most. Or, on the flip side, present the biggest opportunity. I believe it is possible that there are several ghosts out thereāghastly financial figures dressed up a tad too finelyālingering in the shadows, unchecked and unchallenged. If theyāre found and unveiled under the harsh spotlight of scrutiny, the fallout would be immediate and severe, leaving investors scrambling. And if that happens, itās not about diamond-holding through the plunge since the company might opt (or be forced) to delist from the U.S. exchanges. š¼ļø I would've added an AI-generated image of an attractive young Chinese ghost woman, implying both the allure of Chinese stocks, but also the risk of getting closer. However, I'm only allowed to include one attachment. You need to understand a crucial concept. Many traders believe that if a company messes up, plunges, and gets delisted, it means the company is basically overādead. But thatās not the case here. A delisting does not equal death. I mean, Luckin Coffee is still out there, alive and kicking. 16,218 stores and counting, covering 240+ cities across China.You would think that a company like that would not be able to cheat on its balance sheet. Yeah, just like you would think PwC China would notice 1,000 accountants cheated their way through the U.S. auditing curriculum. š¼ļø I would've added an AI-generated image of a Chinese accountant dabbing like a boss for getting his cheated accounting diploma, but I'm only allowed to include one attachment. Soā¦ is it too far-fetched to believe more ghosts might come to light, now that the PCAOB can supervise the numbers? I mentioned a flip side since you could specialize in tracking everything the PCAOB does. If you can get a whiff about increased auditing on a certain company, you might decide to play a short position in anticipation of a potential ghost coming to light. Be warned, though, that itās not as if they tweet out which companies theyāre auditing. If I were to do it, I would research and join whatever digital saloon young Chinese ledger-keepers convene in. Perhaps Iād stumble upon a post by SumYungGuy or another pleading for advice on how to parley with the PCAOB Laowai making a fuss over his figures. The poor lad's in a pickle, you see, since he cheated the exam and doesnāt know squat. Methodology For the purposes of this table, a company is considered Chinese if:
I should also point out that this list does not include companies domiciled exclusively in Hong Kong or Macau. ā ļø Remember, this list only considers Chinese companies listed on three of the largest U.S. stock exchanges: New York Stock Exchange (NYSE), Nasdaq, and NYSE American. Oh, and btw, this isnāt a list I came up with. This info was compiled by the U.S.-China Economic and Security Review Commission. Itās their methodology and list. Since the majority is a VIE, Iāve marked the ones that are not registered as a VIE with an asterisk (*). This is determined using the most recent annual report filed with the SEC. A company is judged to have a VIE if:
Chinese companies listed on U.S. exchanges Companies are arranged by the size of their current market capitalization. All companies utilize a VIE corporate structure, except those marked with an asterisk (*). BABA Alibaba Group Holding Limited PDD Pinduoduo Inc. NTES NetEase, Inc. JD JD.com, Inc. BIDU Baidu, Inc TCOM Trip.com International, Ltd. TME Tencent Music Entertainment Group LI Li Auto BEKE KE Holdings BGNE BeiGene * ZTO ZTO Express (Cayman) Inc. YUMC Yum China Holdings Inc. EDU New Oriental Education & Technology Group, Inc. HTHT H World Group Limited * NIO NIO Inc. YMM Full Truck Alliance Co. Ltd VIPS Vipshop Holdings Limited TAL TAL Education Group LEGN Legend Biotech * MNSO Miniso * BZ Kanzhun Limited XPEV Xpeng BILI Bilibili Inc. IQ iQIYI, Inc. HCM HUTCHMED (China) Limited * ATHM Autohome Inc. QFIN Qifu Technology RLX RLX Technology LU Lufax ATAT Atour Lifestyle Holdings * WB Weibo Corporation ZLAB Zai Lab Limited * ZKH ZKH Group Ltd * YY JOYY Inc. GOTU Gaotu Techedu, Inc. MSC Studio City International Holdings Limited * GCT GigaCloud Technology Inc GDS GDS Holdings Limited ACMR ACM Research, Inc. * HOLI Hollysys Automation Technologies, Ltd. * FINV FinVolution Group JKS JinkoSolar Holding Co., Ltd. * DQ Daqo New Energy Corp. * MOMO Hello Group Inc. CSIQ Canadian Solar Inc. * EH Ehang TUYA Tuya Inc. NOAH Noah Holdings Ltd. HUYA HUYA Inc. KC Kingsoft Cloud YALA Yalla * These are only 51 of the 261 Chinese companies currently listed on the major U.S. exchanges to comply with rule three. I kept the market cap minimum at $750M to allow for some wiggle room. I mentioned earlier that the U.S.-China Economic and Security Review Commission had 265 tickers, but that was on January 8, 2024. Since then, three companies have been acquired, and the other one has voluntarily delisted. As you can confirm, the vast majority is structured as a VIE. I was going to include charts to illustrate how several Chinese stocksāaside from the ones with the biggest market capsātend to display sudden rallies, followed by after-hours reversals. It is important to recognize them, whether you want to capitalize on them, or avoid them entirely. But I can't add any more attachments, so... Besides, it's unlikely that many of you have even read this far without images. Have a good day. |
2024.05.13 23:26 Sweet-Development904 My boyfriend (19M) always says that I (19F) am stupid and wants everything in his time. What should I do?
I 19 female, I've been in a long distance relationship for 3 years with John (fake name) 19 male. I was diagnosed with depression and anxiety when I was 16. For context, John and I met in a group and since then we started talking. (I was dating my ex, but when I realized that I had developed feelings for John I ended that relationship.) In this group he was a big womanizer, and he talked to his ex, which didn't bother me since I never thought there was anything malicious about it. 4 months later I asked John if he felt anything for me, because he was acting romantic and sweet toward me, he said yes and then we started dating. (Note: he was jealous of my friends). A few weeks after we started dating, and all of our mutual friends knew about our relationship, and he didn't feel uncomfortable with people knowing about it, I sent him Intimate photos, he went on and sent these photos to our group, where there were more than 100 people, including our friends. When I saw it I was shocked and immediately left the group. My friends came to talk to me and so did he. He apologized, said he was going to send these photos to a group that was just him because according to him it was easier for him to see. Reading this now I realize it's a strange thing... but at the time I was so in love that I excused him. That same day we made a video call until I went to sleep, he praised me a lot, dedicated some songs to me, it was very romantic.During the next few weeks we made video calls every day, watched movies, listened to music, talked a lot until the early hours of the morning. There was a day when a girl joined the group where we were, and she and I became very good friends, there ended up being a lot of confusion because she wanted to date John, but he didn't want to. However, he always asked for intimate photos for her or for another girl in the group, he said it was to make me jealous, he ended up sending some intimate photos to her too. Well, a few months passed and I was suffering with my mental health, a few months before I met him I had tried to take my life, and I was under psychiatric care. During that time I started smoking and hurting myself, but he always helped me not to do so and always asked me to stop smoking and never use drugs. Until one day I was having an anxiety attack and felt the need to hurt myself while I was on a call with him, so he asked me to write his name on my skin with the razor. I did, he laughed. Some more time passed and I experienced what I think was an attack of schizophrenia, I saw and heard a person talking to me and asking me to do certain things that would hurt me. John stayed on video call with me while he tried to calm me down and said everything was ok and asked me to pray. That day my mother had gone to work, so I was alone at home, she wouldn't come back until 1pm. A few months later he asked me to buy some sex toys, I initially refused and was a little afraid, but then I agreed and bought my first vibrator. He always asked for videos and photos, or even for me to use the vibrator on a video call, as he always sent photos and videos and even did things on a call, I accepted. It turned out that I got sick, I couldn't walk, I felt a lot of pain, very strong cramps, I went to the hospital but it didn't help. I took some medication but none of it helped. Jonh was worried about me and asked me to go back to the hospital, which I did, but once again it didn't do much good. Then in December he asked me to buy another toy, but this time it would be a dildo. I was very afraid to buy it since I didn't have much privacy at home, but I bought it. When it arrived, he asked me to use it but I said I wasn't going to use it at that moment because I wanted to wash it first and then use it but my mother was in the living room so there was no way. He was extremely upset, he said that I had promised to use it the day I arrived and that he was tired from work and just wanted it to cheer him up a little. We argued a little and went to sleep.Cut to a few months later when he got a new job (he worked with his father), met some new people and completely changed. He became cold, distant, wanted everything his way or he would get upset and give me the silent treatment. Since then we started fighting almost every day, sometimes several times during the day. He always said he would break up with me if I didn't do what he wanted or the way he wanted, as I was "blind", so to speak, I always did everything. I don't want to go into too much detail but this but one thing you need to know is that during one of those fights he told me "welcome to hell". Since then everything has gotten worse. For me to achieve the minimum I had to do everything he wanted, how he wanted and when he wanted, in his time. If he wanted videos, I had to record them and send them to him, otherwise he He said he was going to break up with me or that he wouldn't talk to me until I sent the videos. I'm not a saint either, I often freaked out because of jealousy and when I saw that he had followed his ex I got really upset, because she was the only one who made me insecure, and he knew that. One thing I forgot to mention was that he told me at the beginning that he only followed some friends and family (he told me who was who and that if I wanted I could remove someone). Another thing I forgot to mention was that he's been in a group for a few years where his friends who are in that group always hit on him, he's kind of reciprocal with them. He never let me go there because according to him I wouldn't like the type of humor they have there... a group that sends a lot of videos and photos of naked women, women dancing.. But he refuses to leave because he "is already a long-time member there, and his friends are there", in his words. Coming back, he told me that he only followed her because she followed him first and I told him that if she followed him it was because he unblocked her, he was upset that I said that and blocked her again. Some time later I returned to the hospital with some urgency as I was unable to cope with the pain, I needed to stay there overnight whilst receiving medication. He wasn't happy about it at all since that meant there would be no videos or photos. The doctors asked me to do some tests as quickly as possible to try to find out the cause of this pain, which they thought was the kidneys (but it wasn't).This meant I had to leave the house and go to the clinics to schedule exams and take them. He was never happy when I needed to leave the house or when I went out with my family. Cut to a time later when we broke up (my initiative) and I put all the toys in the trash. He was super upset and we kind of talked back and forth (I know what many off you will think But I couldn't really break up with him. So he made me buy all the toys again. That is what happened. Well, I bought not only the toys but also some lingerie. He really liked that and it seemed like we were finally okay. But it didn't last long. Soon we fought again and broke up, once again I put everything in the trash, he came back, he forced me again Buying but he was the one who bought the things. He continued to force me to record the videos and send them to him. During this time of ending the relationship and coming back, ending the relationship and coming back, I called his friends to ask for help. John was super upset with this attitude of mine. He told me that I made a mistake and broke his trust. Then time passed and he went on a trip with his family when he returned home, it was on a day when there was a party in his city and his friends were going. When he got home he told me and said he was going to sleep. I was suspicious so I went to look at his friend's profile and guess what? His friend had just post a story where John appeared. Same t-shirt, same cap. The same face. Obviously I confronted him about it and he told me it wasn't him because he was sleeping at home. I didn't believe it but leave it behind. At this point, my best friend couldn't take it anymore, almost every day of me crying to her about John and his actions. A few weeks went by and I asked his friend if it was really John or not, he said no (I believe he was covering it up.So he went to get a tattoo, on his neck. When it was over he went to sleep. I don't remember that day well but I remember that I called him many times that night and when he answered I heard moaning.. so I hung up and told my best friend. I called again and again and when he answered I heard the sound of a car. I was devastated, I couldn't believe it. The next morning he freaked out at me, and said he was sleeping. First he said that his mother had answered the phone, then he said that he had answered the phone and that the moans were his because of the tattoo. I pretended this situation hadn't happened and we moved on. (note: I was emotionally dependent on him) Cut to January of this year, when he asked me to open up the relationship as this wasn't working. I said no, and that in my view it was like cheating but without the burden of conscience. So he continued to treat me badly. He admitted that when he first started treating me badly it was only because he wanted me to break up with him. (he thought traumatizing me and triggering me was a good idea) He told me he didn't want me to see his Facebook so I wouldn't see his relatives' profiles. When I asked about some people he followed that he had already said were cousins, he said that they were friends or that he didn't know that his friends had asked him to follow them and sending messages to them. When I followed someone he always freaked out and asked who he was over and over again, for example: I followed someone, John saw it and sent me a message asking who it was, I replied "he's a friend of mine" Then John would go on "who is he?" and again "who is he?" and again and again... Two months ago he said he wanted some time, I said very badly, he said it could be but that we wouldn't be with other people nor would there be flirting with other people. He agreed. But then we got into a big fight where he threatened me with a lawsuit, he didn't give me reasons or anything, he just said he was going to sue me. I insisted on knowing why he only said he was going to have to pay him a high price and I would probably go to prison. So for the next 3 days this was our topic of conversation, him threatening me, me crying, and asking why. Then I reached my limit On the day of the last lawsuit threat, I told my mother about him, the way he treated me and that I wanted a new cell phone number.(She didn't know, I never told her about him. Although he tried to contact her a few times. But I blocked him) So we went to buy a new contact for me, as he couldn't call me or get in touch with me anywhere. He asked some people to call my mother and my friends. My friends were talking to me and sending me screenshots of everything, so someone sent him the link to our group and he went in there and found out my new number. I was weakened when my friend told me that he was crying and that he told him that he loved me and that he was afraid of losing me. So I said okay I could talk to him. He told me some things like that he was sorry for making me suffer. I tried to understand his side. We came back. But I told him that the first thing he did I would leave. I did not go. And I regret it. He was never affectionate, or cute with me again. He continued to force me to send him photos and videos. And doing what he wanted. He was upset when I left. He didn't like me posting full body photos or showing more. Whereas he could go around shirtless, send shirtless photos to his group, post shirtless photos online. Once he published a photo of a photo with his cousin and hid it from me so I wouldn't see it (I knew he was going to this party, he had told me, it was a family party) Since then, I went to lawyers to ask for advice. One of the people I managed to talk to, as it was online and free, told me to contact the police and that what he was doing was wrong. Every time I ask him something he gets upset and says they are useless questions, that I'm stupid, I don't understand anything. Whenever he forces me to record something, he never sends anything. He always says he's tired, But if his friends ask him to go out or go to dinner or do anything, he'll go, even if he's tired. This is it. I don't know what to do anymore, I'm really afraid that he'll do something, after so many threats, and all the lies. I have the support of my family and friends. I'm sorry if there are some mistakes, I used the translator and tried to explain more or less all the information you should know. Please be friendly.
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2024.05.13 23:10 PumpkinsVenue Parallels between Elden Ring and Dark Souls 2 according to fans - the gods
I've compiled a list of parallels that fans have drawn between Elden Ring and Dark Souls 2, along with brief commentaries and illustrations on the patterns they may have observed.
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"The game is called the Elden Ring and it's a sequel to a video game that came out a few years ago called Dark Souls, My work on it was actually done years ago. These games, they're like movies, they take a long time to develop." - George R.R. Martin
He [George Martin] actually knew about the Dark Souls games. He was aware of them and what they were about, so that made me happy. That sort of gave me a little bit of a boost. I knew immediately from talking to him, it just became apparent his skill and his passion for the fantasy genre, and for games as well. - Hidetaka Miyazaki
āI can't deny the fact that, maybe down the line, I want to go back to the [Dark Souls] series and make one more game before I retire. I don't want to be branded a liar if that happens.ā - Hidetaka Miyazaki
Dark Souls 2 probably bears the Souls seriesā closest resemblance to Elden Ring. Design wise, both Dark Souls 2 and Elden Ring stressed open-ended gameplay and ditched linear progression.
Miyazaki agrees and in fact goes a step further. āIn regards to Dark Souls 2, I actually personally think this was a really great project for us, and I think without it, we wouldnāt have had a lot of the connections and a lot of the ideas that went forward and carried the rest of the series. We were able to have that different impetus and have those different ideas and make those different connections that we otherwise might not have had.ā He goes so far as to say that āthereās really no way of telling how or if the series would have continued the way it did without Dark Souls 2.ā Hidetaka Miyazaki
https://preview.redd.it/ptcn01tce90d1.png?width=1000&format=png&auto=webp&s=ccb38969a89fcc77c0f2784a3c934a9764530fa5
Elden Ring was co-directed by Yui Tanimura who is the director of Dark Souls II: Scholar of the First Sin.
Name-Engraved ring
"There are countless vestiges of long-lost gods in the ruins of Drangleic. Or perhaps they are the very same gods as ours, only known by different names."
Iāve seen people make comparison with the deities mentioned on the Name-engraved Ring list. (although the one they made about Ranni didnāt make sense to me and seem to be more relevant to the Gloam-Eyed Queen if anything).
https://preview.redd.it/serj2lx6e90d1.png?width=1640&format=png&auto=webp&s=51d71268bca135848931a26c5b02e958c296cb09
St. Trina and Miquella from Elden Ring share striking similarities with Quella, the deity of dreams dreams from Dark Souls 2, and Nehma, the goddess of love. Like the latter, Miquella has the power to "compel affection" through the Bewitching Branch. St. Trina and Quella are associated with sleep, trees, and dreams. Miquella shares similarities with Quella, as both are associated with ethereal, dream-like entities like the Nascent Butterfly and White Ring,
Quellaās icon also depicts a boy with wings, which something similar we see Miquella have during Elden Ringās intro cut scene.
https://preview.redd.it/icccb0b5e90d1.png?width=900&format=png&auto=webp&s=5332b149b3d0e09eacd1c5559644d553d7a2058a
Hanleth is the goddess of bliss. After the war of the erdtree, Marika's reign ushered in an age of plenty when It is said that drops of blessing once dripped boughs forever which gradually restored HP.
In Marika's own words. Hark, brave warriors. Hark, my lord Godfrey. We commend your deeds. Guidance has delivered ye through ordeal to the place ye stand. Put the giants to the sword and confine the flame atop the mount. Let a new epoch begin. An epoch glistening with life. Brandish the Elden Ring, for the Age of the Erdtree! - Melina
Kremmel, god of Struggle.
Lord Radagon was a great champion... He came to these lands at the head of a great golden host, when he met Lady Rennala in battle. He soon repented his territorial aggressions though, and became husband to the Carian Queen. However, when Godfrey, first Elden Lord, was hounded from the Lands Between, Radagon left Rennala to return to the Erdtree Capital. - Miriel, Pastor of Vows
āSolemn duty weighs upon the one beholden; not unlike a gnawing curse from which there is no deliveranceā descriptions from both Marika's & Radagon's Soreseals
Queen Marika has high hopes for us. That we continue to struggle. Unto eternity. - Gideon Ofnir
https://preview.redd.it/h4hm67u2e90d1.png?width=2528&format=png&auto=webp&s=76e2dc5e153f9381ae11bc63fa6a58bccaa57216
Radagonās thorns
Prevented by the mantle of barbs. The thorns are impenetrable. A husk of the Erdtree's being; that spurns all that exists without. The only way to stand before the Elden Ring...and become the Elden Lord...is to pass the thorns. My purpose serves to aid in that very act. So I'd like you to undertake a new journey, with me. To the flame of ruin, far above the clouds, upon the snow mountaintops of the giants. Then I can set the Erdtree aflame. And guide you. Down the path to becoming Elden Lord. - Melina
āRing granted protection by Kremmel, god of Struggle. The ring's spikes drive into the wearer's skin, so that each blow fuels spite toward the perpetrator. When damage is taken the ring retaliates and inflicts damage upon enemy.ā - Ring of Thorns
https://preview.redd.it/9e66m7y1e90d1.png?width=1700&format=png&auto=webp&s=36d60bbcaab169e7315dc34c8567cb932ff2be25
Assuming the theories that Mesmer are true, his association with the snake (which is viewed as a traitor to the Erdtree), consumption of dragon hearts, and seeking ultimate power suggest the pursuit for supremacy for his own gain. This aligns with the Covetous Gold Serpent Ring), which depicts the snake, a manifestation of the god of desire, Zinder. The serpent is an imperfect dragon and symbol of the undead. Mesmer's ambition and willingness to embrace forbidden power mirrors the ring's representation of insatiable desire and the undying nature of the serpent.
Rykard from Elden Ring and Zandroe from Dark Souls share a striking similarity - they are both associated with serpents and the concept of greed. Zandroe is described as the "god of greed" whose manifestation and servant is the snake, while Rykard fed himself into a massive "god-devouring serpent" in his pursuit of immortality through devouring others, an act of ultimate greed.
https://preview.redd.it/tio0c9lzd90d1.png?width=2250&format=png&auto=webp&s=6b1d131769bade56ee609c74a7d0323187414995
Nahr Alma, the god of blood and a god of war, where Mohg is a demigod and the lord of blood.
Both Mohg and Nahr Alma are divinely associated with blood and have followers who use blood-themed weapons like the Scythe of Nahr Alma. Mohg and Nahr Alma's followers have rejected the world and vow to travel a bloody path. Mohg is the Lord of Blood and seeks to inaugurate a new dynasty, similar to Nahr Alma's influence
https://preview.redd.it/i6zqjp8xd90d1.png?width=1600&format=png&auto=webp&s=35e4a823f259b6f9d4f5e46cb8dcde9b34abd4ea
Morgott, the "Fell Omen" åæćæ鬼 (Imi Oni) meaning "Abominable Demon#cite_ref-14)." , and highly-ranked clerics of Lindelt from Dark Souls 2 share similarities as holy knights who wield "demonic powers" to castigate those who harbor ambitions for power. Both are feared by their enemies for their ruthless tactics in battle, with Morgott slaughtering countless champions during the Shattering and these clerics of Lindelt use the miracle "Unveil" to reveal the location of traitors.
āWilful traitors, all. Thy kind are all of a piece. Pillagers. Emboldened by the flame of ambition. Have it writ upon thy meagre grave: Felled by King Morgott! Last of all kings.ā Morgott, the Grace-Given.
https://preview.redd.it/h54dbl6ud90d1.png?width=900&format=png&auto=webp&s=da570701ce72a9b5f18e60dc076a33fdaeed1f3d
Godwyn the Golden from Elden Ring and the God of Sun from Dark Souls 2 were revered for their mastery of lightning and their incantations, such as Lightning Spear, Dragonbolt Blessing, and Sacred Oath. Additionally, Godwyn's victory of the ancient dragon Fortissax and his subsequent friendship with the fallen foe gave rise to the ancient dragon cult in the capital, much like the God of Sun's connection with the Blinding Bolt that was forbidden so to protect the world from hatred, or sorrow, and the ancient clan) whose leader was revered as the deity.
https://preview.redd.it/r3aqmuusd90d1.png?width=1148&format=png&auto=webp&s=0f1c703c23b38b1468e0192576d598bf2ce325c0
The demigod general Radahn and Faraam like Nahr Alma, is a god of war from Dark Souls 2 are both associated with lions, a symbol of strength and ferocity in battle, representing their prowess as mighty warriors. Known for their skill in combat, with Radahn being captivated by the Lord of the Battlefield from a young age, now wields a greatsword in each hand, and the Faraam Knights being feared for their nimble two-handed swordplay.
https://preview.redd.it/97iizhtrd90d1.png?width=1720&format=png&auto=webp&s=b690f8449c0251323da274582be650db88d390b8
Galib (Iāve seen it spelled āCalibā) from Dark Souls 2 and Malenia (who released her bloom in Caelid) both have a thematic connection to disease and affliction. Malenia and Miquella, both children of a single god, were afflicted with rot and eternal childhood respectively. Leydia apostles manipulated both the onset and curing of disease but were denied peaceful deaths, while Malenia's rot was an incurable sickness (as her army are undergoing their gradual, putrefaction of their flesh) that Miquella tried to ward off with unalloyed gold needles and her great rune provides healing after receiving damage.
Coincidentally Malenia can grow wings as well.
https://preview.redd.it/hubw0m1rd90d1.png?width=1200&format=png&auto=webp&s=cc90c140c199edac02ef010f0b284f3ac9a1e490
Caffrey, deity of Fortune, and Godfrey the first Elden lord. The name āFreyā might be derived from Nordic mythology. Frey is primarily associated with fertility, prosperity, and abundance.
Caffrey's icon mirrors the currency and EXP icon from Dark Souls 2, representing experience points gained by defeating enemies. In a similar vein, Godfrey is portrayed as the lord of the battlefield, who bravely battled Giants, confronted the Storm Lord and had countless victories, ushering in the Age of the Erdtree which was forged through the use of valuables like Smithing Stones [8], becoming the embodiment of Order. This left a long legacy of loyal warriors honored him by wielding axes like himself.
https://preview.redd.it/81ze5i0qd90d1.png?width=1200&format=png&auto=webp&s=80a838c57b4b826d959f8bda05c32dbda4a12214
The hunting Goddess Evlana was no goddess at all, but rather a brave and highly skilled bow huntress. Long after her demise, the passing of lore transformed her into a deity.ā
The Hunter's Hat
Spirit of a handsome archer who dressed in the style of a man. Called the Silent Hunter by some, she fires St. Trina's arrows from her shortbow.
Dolores the Sleeping Arrow Puppet
:P
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https://preview.redd.it/9mu9ob1ee90d1.png?width=1600&format=png&auto=webp&s=057574020575dd9701d7df7a5cdc86bee8401f8f
"The game is called the Elden Ring and it's a sequel to a video game that came out a few years ago called Dark Souls, My work on it was actually done years ago. These games, they're like movies, they take a long time to develop." - George R.R. Martin
He [George Martin] actually knew about the Dark Souls games. He was aware of them and what they were about, so that made me happy. That sort of gave me a little bit of a boost. I knew immediately from talking to him, it just became apparent his skill and his passion for the fantasy genre, and for games as well. - Hidetaka Miyazaki
āI can't deny the fact that, maybe down the line, I want to go back to the [Dark Souls] series and make one more game before I retire. I don't want to be branded a liar if that happens.ā - Hidetaka Miyazaki
Dark Souls 2 probably bears the Souls seriesā closest resemblance to Elden Ring. Design wise, both Dark Souls 2 and Elden Ring stressed open-ended gameplay and ditched linear progression.
Miyazaki agrees and in fact goes a step further. āIn regards to Dark Souls 2, I actually personally think this was a really great project for us, and I think without it, we wouldnāt have had a lot of the connections and a lot of the ideas that went forward and carried the rest of the series. We were able to have that different impetus and have those different ideas and make those different connections that we otherwise might not have had.ā He goes so far as to say that āthereās really no way of telling how or if the series would have continued the way it did without Dark Souls 2.ā Hidetaka Miyazaki
https://preview.redd.it/ptcn01tce90d1.png?width=1000&format=png&auto=webp&s=ccb38969a89fcc77c0f2784a3c934a9764530fa5
Elden Ring was co-directed by Yui Tanimura who is the director of Dark Souls II: Scholar of the First Sin.
Name-Engraved ring
"There are countless vestiges of long-lost gods in the ruins of Drangleic. Or perhaps they are the very same gods as ours, only known by different names."
Iāve seen people make comparison with the deities mentioned on the Name-engraved Ring list. (although the one they made about Ranni didnāt make sense to me and seem to be more relevant to the Gloam-Eyed Queen if anything).
https://preview.redd.it/serj2lx6e90d1.png?width=1640&format=png&auto=webp&s=51d71268bca135848931a26c5b02e958c296cb09
St. Trina and Miquella from Elden Ring share striking similarities with Quella, the deity of dreams dreams from Dark Souls 2, and Nehma, the goddess of love. Like the latter, Miquella has the power to "compel affection" through the Bewitching Branch. St. Trina and Quella are associated with sleep, trees, and dreams. Miquella shares similarities with Quella, as both are associated with ethereal, dream-like entities like the Nascent Butterfly and White Ring,
Quellaās icon also depicts a boy with wings, which something similar we see Miquella have during Elden Ringās intro cut scene.
https://preview.redd.it/icccb0b5e90d1.png?width=900&format=png&auto=webp&s=5332b149b3d0e09eacd1c5559644d553d7a2058a
Hanleth is the goddess of bliss. After the war of the erdtree, Marika's reign ushered in an age of plenty when It is said that drops of blessing once dripped boughs forever which gradually restored HP.
In Marika's own words. Hark, brave warriors. Hark, my lord Godfrey. We commend your deeds. Guidance has delivered ye through ordeal to the place ye stand. Put the giants to the sword and confine the flame atop the mount. Let a new epoch begin. An epoch glistening with life. Brandish the Elden Ring, for the Age of the Erdtree! - Melina
Kremmel, god of Struggle.
Lord Radagon was a great champion... He came to these lands at the head of a great golden host, when he met Lady Rennala in battle. He soon repented his territorial aggressions though, and became husband to the Carian Queen. However, when Godfrey, first Elden Lord, was hounded from the Lands Between, Radagon left Rennala to return to the Erdtree Capital. - Miriel, Pastor of Vows
āSolemn duty weighs upon the one beholden; not unlike a gnawing curse from which there is no deliveranceā descriptions from both Marika's & Radagon's Soreseals
Queen Marika has high hopes for us. That we continue to struggle. Unto eternity. - Gideon Ofnir
https://preview.redd.it/h4hm67u2e90d1.png?width=2528&format=png&auto=webp&s=76e2dc5e153f9381ae11bc63fa6a58bccaa57216
Radagonās thorns
Prevented by the mantle of barbs. The thorns are impenetrable. A husk of the Erdtree's being; that spurns all that exists without. The only way to stand before the Elden Ring...and become the Elden Lord...is to pass the thorns. My purpose serves to aid in that very act. So I'd like you to undertake a new journey, with me. To the flame of ruin, far above the clouds, upon the snow mountaintops of the giants. Then I can set the Erdtree aflame. And guide you. Down the path to becoming Elden Lord. - Melina
āRing granted protection by Kremmel, god of Struggle. The ring's spikes drive into the wearer's skin, so that each blow fuels spite toward the perpetrator. When damage is taken the ring retaliates and inflicts damage upon enemy.ā - Ring of Thorns
https://preview.redd.it/9e66m7y1e90d1.png?width=1700&format=png&auto=webp&s=36d60bbcaab169e7315dc34c8567cb932ff2be25
Assuming the theories that Mesmer are true, his association with the snake (which is viewed as a traitor to the Erdtree), consumption of dragon hearts, and seeking ultimate power suggest the pursuit for supremacy for his own gain. This aligns with the Covetous Gold Serpent Ring), which depicts the snake, a manifestation of the god of desire, Zinder. The serpent is an imperfect dragon and symbol of the undead. Mesmer's ambition and willingness to embrace forbidden power mirrors the ring's representation of insatiable desire and the undying nature of the serpent.
Rykard from Elden Ring and Zandroe from Dark Souls share a striking similarity - they are both associated with serpents and the concept of greed. Zandroe is described as the "god of greed" whose manifestation and servant is the snake, while Rykard fed himself into a massive "god-devouring serpent" in his pursuit of immortality through devouring others, an act of ultimate greed.
https://preview.redd.it/tio0c9lzd90d1.png?width=2250&format=png&auto=webp&s=6b1d131769bade56ee609c74a7d0323187414995
Nahr Alma, the god of blood and a god of war, where Mohg is a demigod and the lord of blood.
Both Mohg and Nahr Alma are divinely associated with blood and have followers who use blood-themed weapons like the Scythe of Nahr Alma. Mohg and Nahr Alma's followers have rejected the world and vow to travel a bloody path. Mohg is the Lord of Blood and seeks to inaugurate a new dynasty, similar to Nahr Alma's influence
https://preview.redd.it/i6zqjp8xd90d1.png?width=1600&format=png&auto=webp&s=35e4a823f259b6f9d4f5e46cb8dcde9b34abd4ea
Morgott, the "Fell Omen" åæćæ鬼 (Imi Oni) meaning "Abominable Demon#cite_ref-14)." , and highly-ranked clerics of Lindelt from Dark Souls 2 share similarities as holy knights who wield "demonic powers" to castigate those who harbor ambitions for power. Both are feared by their enemies for their ruthless tactics in battle, with Morgott slaughtering countless champions during the Shattering and these clerics of Lindelt use the miracle "Unveil" to reveal the location of traitors.
āWilful traitors, all. Thy kind are all of a piece. Pillagers. Emboldened by the flame of ambition. Have it writ upon thy meagre grave: Felled by King Morgott! Last of all kings.ā Morgott, the Grace-Given.
https://preview.redd.it/h54dbl6ud90d1.png?width=900&format=png&auto=webp&s=da570701ce72a9b5f18e60dc076a33fdaeed1f3d
Godwyn the Golden from Elden Ring and the God of Sun from Dark Souls 2 were revered for their mastery of lightning and their incantations, such as Lightning Spear, Dragonbolt Blessing, and Sacred Oath. Additionally, Godwyn's victory of the ancient dragon Fortissax and his subsequent friendship with the fallen foe gave rise to the ancient dragon cult in the capital, much like the God of Sun's connection with the Blinding Bolt that was forbidden so to protect the world from hatred, or sorrow, and the ancient clan) whose leader was revered as the deity.
https://preview.redd.it/r3aqmuusd90d1.png?width=1148&format=png&auto=webp&s=0f1c703c23b38b1468e0192576d598bf2ce325c0
The demigod general Radahn and Faraam like Nahr Alma, is a god of war from Dark Souls 2 are both associated with lions, a symbol of strength and ferocity in battle, representing their prowess as mighty warriors. Known for their skill in combat, with Radahn being captivated by the Lord of the Battlefield from a young age, now wields a greatsword in each hand, and the Faraam Knights being feared for their nimble two-handed swordplay.
https://preview.redd.it/97iizhtrd90d1.png?width=1720&format=png&auto=webp&s=b690f8449c0251323da274582be650db88d390b8
Galib (Iāve seen it spelled āCalibā) from Dark Souls 2 and Malenia (who released her bloom in Caelid) both have a thematic connection to disease and affliction. Malenia and Miquella, both children of a single god, were afflicted with rot and eternal childhood respectively. Leydia apostles manipulated both the onset and curing of disease but were denied peaceful deaths, while Malenia's rot was an incurable sickness (as her army are undergoing their gradual, putrefaction of their flesh) that Miquella tried to ward off with unalloyed gold needles and her great rune provides healing after receiving damage.
Coincidentally Malenia can grow wings as well.
https://preview.redd.it/hubw0m1rd90d1.png?width=1200&format=png&auto=webp&s=cc90c140c199edac02ef010f0b284f3ac9a1e490
Caffrey, deity of Fortune, and Godfrey the first Elden lord. The name āFreyā might be derived from Nordic mythology. Frey is primarily associated with fertility, prosperity, and abundance.
Caffrey's icon mirrors the currency and EXP icon from Dark Souls 2, representing experience points gained by defeating enemies. In a similar vein, Godfrey is portrayed as the lord of the battlefield, who bravely battled Giants, confronted the Storm Lord and had countless victories, ushering in the Age of the Erdtree which was forged through the use of valuables like Smithing Stones [8], becoming the embodiment of Order. This left a long legacy of loyal warriors honored him by wielding axes like himself.
https://preview.redd.it/81ze5i0qd90d1.png?width=1200&format=png&auto=webp&s=80a838c57b4b826d959f8bda05c32dbda4a12214
The hunting Goddess Evlana was no goddess at all, but rather a brave and highly skilled bow huntress. Long after her demise, the passing of lore transformed her into a deity.ā
The Hunter's Hat
Spirit of a handsome archer who dressed in the style of a man. Called the Silent Hunter by some, she fires St. Trina's arrows from her shortbow.
Dolores the Sleeping Arrow Puppet
:P
2024.05.13 22:49 Enough-Ear-7988 A complex situation between me (M30) and her (F28). Cheating, Emotional Turmoil, Uncertainty and more. Can anyone give a detailed advice on how to navigate this? :(
Introduction
Hi Reddit, I (30M), find myself deeply entangled in a complex, emotionally charged relationship with this woman (28F), whose name interestingly mirrors mine and who shares my astrological sign (Aries) (Not gonna go into that, but just wanted to point it out). Our connection began unexpectedly but has grown into something intensely complex. I'm here seeking your insights and advice on how to navigate this tumultuous relationship.
1. Detailed Background
First Meeting and Instant Connection: We met at the beginning of last December. Our connection was instantaneous; we clicked right away, ending our first encounter with a kiss. This spontaneous beginning set a passionate, though complicated, tone for our relationship.
Ongoing Interactions: After our first meeting, our interactions were sporadic but charged with an undeniable tension. We would see each other occasionally at office events or casually during work-related tasks, where flirting was evident. Our connection deepened significantly by late February this year, evolving from casual flirtation to more profound emotional engagement.
Current Relationship Dynamics: She (28F) has been in a relationship with someone since before we met (2 months prior I believe) but is currently in the process of ending it. She admitted that they plan to have a decisive video conversation soon to conclude their relationship. The video conversation is because they both live in different cities. He doesn't want to come to our city and she doesn't want to go to his city.
2. Emotional and Relational Complexities
Her Long-Term Relationship and Engagement: She was previously in a nearly 13-year relationship that ended in a broken engagement, which profoundly affects her emotional responses and availability. The last few years of this relationship involved discussions about marriage and starting a family, adding layers of complexity to her emotional baggage.
Rebound and Current Dynamics: Her current relationship with her boyfriend (M25) began as a rebound after her long-term relationship ended, complicating her emotional landscape. She is currently cheating on him with me, which brings up concerns about patterns of fidelity and trust.
Coping Mechanisms: She often resorts to drinking heavily (mostly beer) and using marijuana as a way to escape her emotional pain and numb her feelings, which concerns me deeply about her ability to cope healthily with her emotions.
3. Intimacy and Connection
Profound Sexual Connection: Being intimate with her is nothing short of amazing for both of us. The level of sexual arousal and the act itself feel spectacular, raising questions about whether this intensity is due to the 'forbidden fruit' effect or simply because our physical connection is genuinely extraordinary.
4. Key Concerns
Infidelity and Trust: Her current infidelity raises serious concerns about future fidelity. Could the patterns of infidelity repeat themselves if we transition into a more committed relationship?
Emotional Availability: Her need for personal space, combined with her habit of emotional avoidance and her belief system being shatteredāno longer believing in "forever," rejecting the idea of starting a family, and dismissing true loveāpose significant challenges.
Personal Well-Being: While I feel a profound connection to her and a strong desire to support her, I'm aware of the emotional toll this situation is taking on me. How can I protect my emotional well-being while being a supportive partner?
5. Attachment Styles
Her Avoidant Attachment Style: She displays typical avoidant attachment behaviors, such as distancing herself when things get too intimate or emotionally complex. This style contributes significantly to the challenges in our relationship, as it complicates our ability to connect on a deeper emotional level.
My Anxious Attachment Style: Conversely, I have an anxious attachment style, which heightens my need for closeness and reassurance. This often puts me at odds with her avoidant tendencies, intensifying my fear of abandonment and desire for a deeper connection.
6. Expectations and Personal Reflections
Desire for Clarity and Commitment: Despite understanding that distancing myself might be logical to avoid pain, my emotions pull me strongly towards her. I recognize her subtle signs of care and affection, despite her often stoic faƧade.
Understanding vs. Emotional Sacrifice: I'm striving to be understanding and patient, recognizing her coping mechanisms as her way of managing pain. However, balancing my emotional needs with my desire to support her is increasingly challenging.
Fear of Abandonment: My anxious attachment style heightens my fear that once she possibly heals or finds stability, she may choose to move on without me, disregarding the support I've provided through her toughest times.
7. Looking for Advice
Reddit, how should I navigate this situation where my emotional investment, fear of abandonment, and a desire for a meaningful relationship collide? Iām in need of advice on how to proceed with a relationship that is as rewarding as it is challenging. Your insights, experiences, or perspectives would be greatly appreciated as I ponder our future. I have very deep feelings towards her. I know she does too, even though the current situation is far from ideal. I feel it in her, in her eyes, in her soul.
Thank you all for reading and for your advice in advance.
TL;DR - Inlove with a taken woman, who is cheating on her boyfriend to be with me, but is emotionally unstable, avoidant attachment, while I am anxious attachment. Help.
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Hi Reddit, I (30M), find myself deeply entangled in a complex, emotionally charged relationship with this woman (28F), whose name interestingly mirrors mine and who shares my astrological sign (Aries) (Not gonna go into that, but just wanted to point it out). Our connection began unexpectedly but has grown into something intensely complex. I'm here seeking your insights and advice on how to navigate this tumultuous relationship.
1. Detailed Background
First Meeting and Instant Connection: We met at the beginning of last December. Our connection was instantaneous; we clicked right away, ending our first encounter with a kiss. This spontaneous beginning set a passionate, though complicated, tone for our relationship.
Ongoing Interactions: After our first meeting, our interactions were sporadic but charged with an undeniable tension. We would see each other occasionally at office events or casually during work-related tasks, where flirting was evident. Our connection deepened significantly by late February this year, evolving from casual flirtation to more profound emotional engagement.
Current Relationship Dynamics: She (28F) has been in a relationship with someone since before we met (2 months prior I believe) but is currently in the process of ending it. She admitted that they plan to have a decisive video conversation soon to conclude their relationship. The video conversation is because they both live in different cities. He doesn't want to come to our city and she doesn't want to go to his city.
2. Emotional and Relational Complexities
Her Long-Term Relationship and Engagement: She was previously in a nearly 13-year relationship that ended in a broken engagement, which profoundly affects her emotional responses and availability. The last few years of this relationship involved discussions about marriage and starting a family, adding layers of complexity to her emotional baggage.
Rebound and Current Dynamics: Her current relationship with her boyfriend (M25) began as a rebound after her long-term relationship ended, complicating her emotional landscape. She is currently cheating on him with me, which brings up concerns about patterns of fidelity and trust.
Coping Mechanisms: She often resorts to drinking heavily (mostly beer) and using marijuana as a way to escape her emotional pain and numb her feelings, which concerns me deeply about her ability to cope healthily with her emotions.
3. Intimacy and Connection
Profound Sexual Connection: Being intimate with her is nothing short of amazing for both of us. The level of sexual arousal and the act itself feel spectacular, raising questions about whether this intensity is due to the 'forbidden fruit' effect or simply because our physical connection is genuinely extraordinary.
4. Key Concerns
Infidelity and Trust: Her current infidelity raises serious concerns about future fidelity. Could the patterns of infidelity repeat themselves if we transition into a more committed relationship?
Emotional Availability: Her need for personal space, combined with her habit of emotional avoidance and her belief system being shatteredāno longer believing in "forever," rejecting the idea of starting a family, and dismissing true loveāpose significant challenges.
Personal Well-Being: While I feel a profound connection to her and a strong desire to support her, I'm aware of the emotional toll this situation is taking on me. How can I protect my emotional well-being while being a supportive partner?
5. Attachment Styles
Her Avoidant Attachment Style: She displays typical avoidant attachment behaviors, such as distancing herself when things get too intimate or emotionally complex. This style contributes significantly to the challenges in our relationship, as it complicates our ability to connect on a deeper emotional level.
My Anxious Attachment Style: Conversely, I have an anxious attachment style, which heightens my need for closeness and reassurance. This often puts me at odds with her avoidant tendencies, intensifying my fear of abandonment and desire for a deeper connection.
6. Expectations and Personal Reflections
Desire for Clarity and Commitment: Despite understanding that distancing myself might be logical to avoid pain, my emotions pull me strongly towards her. I recognize her subtle signs of care and affection, despite her often stoic faƧade.
Understanding vs. Emotional Sacrifice: I'm striving to be understanding and patient, recognizing her coping mechanisms as her way of managing pain. However, balancing my emotional needs with my desire to support her is increasingly challenging.
Fear of Abandonment: My anxious attachment style heightens my fear that once she possibly heals or finds stability, she may choose to move on without me, disregarding the support I've provided through her toughest times.
7. Looking for Advice
Reddit, how should I navigate this situation where my emotional investment, fear of abandonment, and a desire for a meaningful relationship collide? Iām in need of advice on how to proceed with a relationship that is as rewarding as it is challenging. Your insights, experiences, or perspectives would be greatly appreciated as I ponder our future. I have very deep feelings towards her. I know she does too, even though the current situation is far from ideal. I feel it in her, in her eyes, in her soul.
Thank you all for reading and for your advice in advance.
TL;DR - Inlove with a taken woman, who is cheating on her boyfriend to be with me, but is emotionally unstable, avoidant attachment, while I am anxious attachment. Help.
2024.05.13 22:47 No-Consequence4263 The Tree of knowledge and humanities " mockery" of the trinity
So this is something I have thought for a while, and began building a hypothesis for it roughly three years ago. To summarize for those not interested in the details I believe the reasoning the tree of knowledge, and its counter parts within other religions were off limits to humans other than it is knowledge unwanted/unneeded; is that it was a trinity. The three parts that would make this up are religion,philosophy, and science. To clarify and specify I will give differing examples as to why I came to this conclusion.
The first thing that made me think of this was the interchangeable aspects, as well as the balancing of these three. Religious beliefs are what filled the ancient times, and allowed for the first steps of science to flourish. A good example is Egyptian building techniques they had were given to them by the God thoth. Due to its sacred attachments it was able to survive as a form of study scientist use to this day. Now turning towards the interconnectedness of philosophy with religion an example can be; in one of the earliest religious sites is dedicated to that of skulls and the nature of death. The religion itself doesn't have much knowledge other than the age old testament of why we die, but its still a profound question we ask ourselves to this day. You can take this same method of interconnectedness in reversal with the other two forms of knowledge being compared to the others. Now the contrasting factors are just as interesting. Such as the inability for a comprehensive understanding of miracles through the scientific lense. There are examples of this "mockery," being there as a core part of our being in all three forms of study as well. With that we will start with the examples within science.
We must first discuss the beginning of our existence as science describes, in an instantaneous expansion/expulsion of energy we gained space, time, and matter as a result. Now in order for any researcher to make a proper conclusion and or factual statement they must be able apply these three elements to their work. They must use a means of recording the information aka time. They must provide a place in which this experiment occured aka space finally; they must use the effects of physical objects, actions, and or numerical data to provide evidence. There are also examples of its interconnectedness to the other two despite oppositional standings. One such example is that; rituals such as bloodletting, ripping of hearts out, mummification, and potion making allowed for the transcendence of medicine, anatomy, and many more medical practices. Another example, but for philosophy is; when we used philosophy as a means to question the commonly believed scientific practices of multiple eras including the present. This allows/ed for the progression of ethics within the medical field, as well as create fields such as psychology. In essence science is the raw form of "mind," within our trinity; the physical representation of what can not be deciphered by the other two methods.
The next of the three we will delve into is that of philosophy. Philosophy has its connections within the other two methods of knowledge in a multitude if not the most ways out of the three. The following examples are just a few that I have chosen. One great example not yet discussed is; science, and its impact upon the understanding of the cosmos has made the philosophical question of "are we alone," and "what's my significance within it all." Another example but that of religious connectivity is the rise and fall of religions themselves. The best example is the change of pantheism into monotheism, the idea that; if there is a being of higher status, power, wisdom, intelligence etc. than others of its kind are the others truly within the same class or even the same kind of being. Philosophy in itself has trinities within their study as the other two do. One example is the Greek philosopher Pythagoras believed that the number 3 was the most significant number as it was that of perfection and represented harmony wisdom and understanding. In its representations philosophy can be Interpreted as the embodiment of " heart, " within the trinity; as it is what bridges the two methods with greatest disparity, and makes one think insightful as well as outwardly speak beyond the confines of scientific, and spiritual traditions.
The third representation of this " mocked ," trinity we have carved into the very code of our being is religion. Despite the contradictions religious, and scientific consensus there is over arching connections that can not be denied. One such example of their intertwining relationship is that of cosmic and mathematical studies. As mentioned before the Egyptians believed they gained their ability to use math from the God thoth, bit the belief isn't sufficient evidence for their true connection through math, and astrology. The mapping of celestial bodies were due to their relations with yhe divine such as their place of origin, the heavens, or even the physical embodiment of the gods themselves such of the planetary system and its connection with the Roman pantheon. Religion is also responsible for humanities and consequently sciences grasp of time and the recording of it. A great example is that ancient people would base their rituals around the natural rhythm of differing seasons, spacial phenomeno, and that of recording important cultural events. The impact of religion onto science is deep just as the other way around but their bridging partner philosophy; has very intimate connections as well. Though tons of examples are present for the twos intertwined relations a few examples are; that along of philosophers would use their religious beliefs to help shape, and nurture their philosophical ideals. It was also religion that began our want and urge to began asking ourselves what our origins are, what is our purpose as a species etc. Religion and its position within this " mockery ," could be best described as the soul of our markings. Though it is the most criticized part of knowledge for its lack of " evidence ," just like that of souls themselves. It still holds reverence and importance as without it we as humanity would've never asked ourselves those first important questions of internal insight as well as; did those physical rituals allowing for the progression into the many sciences' we have today.Throughout this I have quoted, and maintained this finding as a " mockery ," and there are many contradictions within the studies of the three themselves; this I will explain the reasoning behind in the following paragraph.
The term mockery as I use it; is the expression not of negative means such as we intend to offend anything such as a creator or ourselves as a species. In this sense the term is applied due to the very contradictions and disparities between the three. The three following tend to have arguments and disagreements within the studies; typically this discrepancy is the action cause by the want for truth. There are also fundamental contradictions as well such as; the process in which one conducts their actions in life, and the way in which one may perceive or be influenced within their daily ongoings. However; at the core without each of these three being accessible to humanity there would've been no virtual, or actual progression within our species. The reasoning it is a mockery rather than a true trinity is through the very definition of opposition the three have. A true trinity would be that of perfect balance however; due to all the differing factors said prior and the elements not seamlessly falling into one another there is an imbalance one that can sway what a humans progression through life may be.
In conclusion it's this authors opinion that we have a trinity one that is a mere mockery of what the truth we all are ferociously debating amongst ourselves is. until we are able to come to that one universal consensus we will be plagued with this mark of knowledge and its endless sea of questions.
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The first thing that made me think of this was the interchangeable aspects, as well as the balancing of these three. Religious beliefs are what filled the ancient times, and allowed for the first steps of science to flourish. A good example is Egyptian building techniques they had were given to them by the God thoth. Due to its sacred attachments it was able to survive as a form of study scientist use to this day. Now turning towards the interconnectedness of philosophy with religion an example can be; in one of the earliest religious sites is dedicated to that of skulls and the nature of death. The religion itself doesn't have much knowledge other than the age old testament of why we die, but its still a profound question we ask ourselves to this day. You can take this same method of interconnectedness in reversal with the other two forms of knowledge being compared to the others. Now the contrasting factors are just as interesting. Such as the inability for a comprehensive understanding of miracles through the scientific lense. There are examples of this "mockery," being there as a core part of our being in all three forms of study as well. With that we will start with the examples within science.
We must first discuss the beginning of our existence as science describes, in an instantaneous expansion/expulsion of energy we gained space, time, and matter as a result. Now in order for any researcher to make a proper conclusion and or factual statement they must be able apply these three elements to their work. They must use a means of recording the information aka time. They must provide a place in which this experiment occured aka space finally; they must use the effects of physical objects, actions, and or numerical data to provide evidence. There are also examples of its interconnectedness to the other two despite oppositional standings. One such example is that; rituals such as bloodletting, ripping of hearts out, mummification, and potion making allowed for the transcendence of medicine, anatomy, and many more medical practices. Another example, but for philosophy is; when we used philosophy as a means to question the commonly believed scientific practices of multiple eras including the present. This allows/ed for the progression of ethics within the medical field, as well as create fields such as psychology. In essence science is the raw form of "mind," within our trinity; the physical representation of what can not be deciphered by the other two methods.
The next of the three we will delve into is that of philosophy. Philosophy has its connections within the other two methods of knowledge in a multitude if not the most ways out of the three. The following examples are just a few that I have chosen. One great example not yet discussed is; science, and its impact upon the understanding of the cosmos has made the philosophical question of "are we alone," and "what's my significance within it all." Another example but that of religious connectivity is the rise and fall of religions themselves. The best example is the change of pantheism into monotheism, the idea that; if there is a being of higher status, power, wisdom, intelligence etc. than others of its kind are the others truly within the same class or even the same kind of being. Philosophy in itself has trinities within their study as the other two do. One example is the Greek philosopher Pythagoras believed that the number 3 was the most significant number as it was that of perfection and represented harmony wisdom and understanding. In its representations philosophy can be Interpreted as the embodiment of " heart, " within the trinity; as it is what bridges the two methods with greatest disparity, and makes one think insightful as well as outwardly speak beyond the confines of scientific, and spiritual traditions.
The third representation of this " mocked ," trinity we have carved into the very code of our being is religion. Despite the contradictions religious, and scientific consensus there is over arching connections that can not be denied. One such example of their intertwining relationship is that of cosmic and mathematical studies. As mentioned before the Egyptians believed they gained their ability to use math from the God thoth, bit the belief isn't sufficient evidence for their true connection through math, and astrology. The mapping of celestial bodies were due to their relations with yhe divine such as their place of origin, the heavens, or even the physical embodiment of the gods themselves such of the planetary system and its connection with the Roman pantheon. Religion is also responsible for humanities and consequently sciences grasp of time and the recording of it. A great example is that ancient people would base their rituals around the natural rhythm of differing seasons, spacial phenomeno, and that of recording important cultural events. The impact of religion onto science is deep just as the other way around but their bridging partner philosophy; has very intimate connections as well. Though tons of examples are present for the twos intertwined relations a few examples are; that along of philosophers would use their religious beliefs to help shape, and nurture their philosophical ideals. It was also religion that began our want and urge to began asking ourselves what our origins are, what is our purpose as a species etc. Religion and its position within this " mockery ," could be best described as the soul of our markings. Though it is the most criticized part of knowledge for its lack of " evidence ," just like that of souls themselves. It still holds reverence and importance as without it we as humanity would've never asked ourselves those first important questions of internal insight as well as; did those physical rituals allowing for the progression into the many sciences' we have today.Throughout this I have quoted, and maintained this finding as a " mockery ," and there are many contradictions within the studies of the three themselves; this I will explain the reasoning behind in the following paragraph.
The term mockery as I use it; is the expression not of negative means such as we intend to offend anything such as a creator or ourselves as a species. In this sense the term is applied due to the very contradictions and disparities between the three. The three following tend to have arguments and disagreements within the studies; typically this discrepancy is the action cause by the want for truth. There are also fundamental contradictions as well such as; the process in which one conducts their actions in life, and the way in which one may perceive or be influenced within their daily ongoings. However; at the core without each of these three being accessible to humanity there would've been no virtual, or actual progression within our species. The reasoning it is a mockery rather than a true trinity is through the very definition of opposition the three have. A true trinity would be that of perfect balance however; due to all the differing factors said prior and the elements not seamlessly falling into one another there is an imbalance one that can sway what a humans progression through life may be.
In conclusion it's this authors opinion that we have a trinity one that is a mere mockery of what the truth we all are ferociously debating amongst ourselves is. until we are able to come to that one universal consensus we will be plagued with this mark of knowledge and its endless sea of questions.
2024.05.13 22:47 JustARandomDemigod Chapter 14
The next couple of hours were a blur. Percy knelt by Annabeth, holding her head close. The two of them sat in silence until Lily opened the door with a loud CREEAAK. āHey.ā She murmured. Her face was pale and sweaty, and she looked completely drained of energy. āHey. You okay?ā Annabeth said, taking Lilyās hand. āShouldnāt I be asking you that?ā Lily joked softly. āBut yeah, Iām fine. Healing takes a lot of energy, and there are so many wounded. Andā¦ I feel so guilty that I couldnāt save Silena. I shouldāve helpedā¦ā Lily broke off, running her hands through her hair. Annabeth pulled Lily so close Percy could see the green reflected in Annabethās eyes. āyou listen here, Lily Jackson. Silena was a hero, and she knew she had to go down in this war-with the side she betrayed killing her. Silena wouldnāt have cheated death, Lily. She wasnāt that kind of person. Youāve already saved so many lives today-Ethan Nakamura, and all the other turned demigods. Youāre a noble person, Lily. You did the right thing.ā Annabeth pulled Lily into a tight hug. The sweet moment was forgotten hours later as Lily, Annabeth, Grover and Percy raced through Olympus, chasing Kronos to the throne room. āStand down, Kronos! Youāll never leave Olympus alive! My father shall have your soul!ā Lily yelled, her dagger in sword form. āFoolish girl! You should have accepted my offer while you had the chance.ā Kronos growled, standing next to Zeusās throne, flanked by two of his men. āBut my plan has come to fall into place. Your body is better preserved than Luke Castellanās. With the power of the gods, I shall rule the world.ā Lilyās face faltered. āWhat?ā Kronos turned to his men. āWhen I have control of the girl, kill this miserable boy.ā Annabeth realised too late what was about to happen. As all twelve Olympians, plus Hades, burst into the throne room, Kronosās soul dissipated into gold smoke and spiralled straight towards Lilyās chest.
Lily had never known such unbearable pain. Not even when she held the sky for almost a year straight. When Kronos hit her, she was knocked back flying into a stone alter. Kronos spoke in her mind, but she could hear it broadcasted around the throne room. āGive in, young hero. I am your master. I bend all time and space. I am the father of all. Would you not listen to your grandfather? I will care for your body and mind like your father nor mother ever did.ā Lily could see Hades flinch at those words.āWhen I am restored to my former glory, I would not dispose of you like Luke. You could serve at my right hand, with immortal fame and glory. We shall destroy the father who never cared for you. All it would take is your loyalty.ā Lily could feel Kronosās words radiating through her body, willing her to give up and surrender to the lord of time. āNo.ā She growled. The gods stared at her. Annabeth, Percy and Grover stared at her. Kronosās guards, still holding Luke, looked shocked. āNO?!ā Kronosās voice boomed around the throne room, echoing through all of Olympus. āNo.ā Lily gasped, writhing in pain. āYou want my loyalty? Tough. It resides with the gods. They blessed me. They chose me. All you know is destruction, Kronos. A hunt without honour or reason is merely unrestricted, uncontrollable anger.ā Lily saw Artemis nod proudly in the corner of her eye. āOlympus to preserve or raze. Those are the final lines of the prophecy. Well, Iāve made my choice Kronos. I made my choice from the moment I heard the prophecy. Olympus will be preserved. And you-you shall be razed.ā At that last word, Lily let out a terrifying scream- a scream so loud, so deafening, so powerful, that Lily could see the golden steam shoot out of her a shatter into a billion pieces. Lily sat up, shaking, and gazed at the shellshocked gods in front of her. āWell, thatās the show, ladies and gentlemen. Thank you and goodnight!ā Then she promptly keeled over and fainted. Lily found herself lying on the floor of Olympus several hours later, with Artemis and Apollo standing over her. āwhat... What happened..?ā She murmured, trying to sit up. āShh, child. Rest. You have done Olympus a great favour. You shall no doubt be rewarded. Your friends are mourning.ā Lily shot up straight, ignoring her spinning head and the urge to faint again. āMourning? Mourning who?ā Artemis and Apollo exchanged glances, as if wondering what they should tell the young demigod. āThe one whom you call Luke Castellan, the former host of Kronos.ā Annabeth told Lukeās demise had been short. The second he regained Consciousness, heād screamed, grabbed Annabeths dagger, and plunged it into his heart. Soon, they were called to the throne room. Annabeth was declared an architect. Grover became a lord of the wild. Percy declined immortality. But Lily was terrified for her turn. She stepped forward, and her father approached the throne of Zeus. āMy daughter. You have done Olympus a great service. The greatest service. Holding the wrath of Kronos would have taken loyalty, commitment, and true effort. Henceforth, Lord Zeus sees it fitting for you to continue your education in Scotland.ā Lily gasped. āWe would also like to grant you a place in the official theatre academy of Olympus, as you seem to be excelling at this topic in Scotland, being part of their plays and performances. Lily ran forward. Before anyone could say anything, Lily had her arms wrapped tightly around the Lord of the Dead. āThank you, father.ā She whispered into the souls of his robes. āI... I love you too, my girl.ā He said quietly, and the throne room erupted into cheers.
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Lily had never known such unbearable pain. Not even when she held the sky for almost a year straight. When Kronos hit her, she was knocked back flying into a stone alter. Kronos spoke in her mind, but she could hear it broadcasted around the throne room. āGive in, young hero. I am your master. I bend all time and space. I am the father of all. Would you not listen to your grandfather? I will care for your body and mind like your father nor mother ever did.ā Lily could see Hades flinch at those words.āWhen I am restored to my former glory, I would not dispose of you like Luke. You could serve at my right hand, with immortal fame and glory. We shall destroy the father who never cared for you. All it would take is your loyalty.ā Lily could feel Kronosās words radiating through her body, willing her to give up and surrender to the lord of time. āNo.ā She growled. The gods stared at her. Annabeth, Percy and Grover stared at her. Kronosās guards, still holding Luke, looked shocked. āNO?!ā Kronosās voice boomed around the throne room, echoing through all of Olympus. āNo.ā Lily gasped, writhing in pain. āYou want my loyalty? Tough. It resides with the gods. They blessed me. They chose me. All you know is destruction, Kronos. A hunt without honour or reason is merely unrestricted, uncontrollable anger.ā Lily saw Artemis nod proudly in the corner of her eye. āOlympus to preserve or raze. Those are the final lines of the prophecy. Well, Iāve made my choice Kronos. I made my choice from the moment I heard the prophecy. Olympus will be preserved. And you-you shall be razed.ā At that last word, Lily let out a terrifying scream- a scream so loud, so deafening, so powerful, that Lily could see the golden steam shoot out of her a shatter into a billion pieces. Lily sat up, shaking, and gazed at the shellshocked gods in front of her. āWell, thatās the show, ladies and gentlemen. Thank you and goodnight!ā Then she promptly keeled over and fainted. Lily found herself lying on the floor of Olympus several hours later, with Artemis and Apollo standing over her. āwhat... What happened..?ā She murmured, trying to sit up. āShh, child. Rest. You have done Olympus a great favour. You shall no doubt be rewarded. Your friends are mourning.ā Lily shot up straight, ignoring her spinning head and the urge to faint again. āMourning? Mourning who?ā Artemis and Apollo exchanged glances, as if wondering what they should tell the young demigod. āThe one whom you call Luke Castellan, the former host of Kronos.ā Annabeth told Lukeās demise had been short. The second he regained Consciousness, heād screamed, grabbed Annabeths dagger, and plunged it into his heart. Soon, they were called to the throne room. Annabeth was declared an architect. Grover became a lord of the wild. Percy declined immortality. But Lily was terrified for her turn. She stepped forward, and her father approached the throne of Zeus. āMy daughter. You have done Olympus a great service. The greatest service. Holding the wrath of Kronos would have taken loyalty, commitment, and true effort. Henceforth, Lord Zeus sees it fitting for you to continue your education in Scotland.ā Lily gasped. āWe would also like to grant you a place in the official theatre academy of Olympus, as you seem to be excelling at this topic in Scotland, being part of their plays and performances. Lily ran forward. Before anyone could say anything, Lily had her arms wrapped tightly around the Lord of the Dead. āThank you, father.ā She whispered into the souls of his robes. āI... I love you too, my girl.ā He said quietly, and the throne room erupted into cheers.
2024.05.13 22:36 Howwy23 Will this version of action replay let me boot swiss? Or will i need the newer one from amazon?
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2024.05.13 22:29 goodnewsjimdotcom GAME RELEASE! Starfighter General first official lasting MMO patch. Space is boring, so you must design around making it fun, and all good mmos now are designed around end game.
A video of some random game play: https://youtu.be/EK2xB3xCFjQ
If you want to jump in and play: https://store.steampowered.com/app/658480/Starfighter_General/
I'm trying to make the spiritual successor to Xwing for 90s DOS everyone craved, but Lucas Arts never delivered. I was also inspired by Wing Commander Privateer who's title led me to imagining building a giant fleet by buying more and more ships and making friends.It has a bunch of bugs but these will be fixed in a week or two. It's still pretty fun and a base by which a HUGE HUGE potential WOW killer will be made on. fairly long patch notes of a subset of what I plan on doing in the future are at the bottom.
My take Diablo2 skill tree/Path of Exile Talent tree: https://youtu.be/E8h9E4lw2jk?si=LVK8hQOtWez6Riwy&t=16 Very pretty to watch.
I'm exhausted... I spent close to a year on this patch... And the last 3 months was nothing but sleep, code, sleep, code, body necessities, balanced against being stress sick, normal sick, and trying not to break down due to being isolated non stop working... About 2000 hours in this patch alone, on top of 10,000 hours in the past 6 years before that, and I use an anthology of game resources that took me 20,000 hours to make. There's some bugs due to Unity compiling standalone improper from editor, but they'll be fixed, as well as the story line not in... It's a spoiler, but people say my SCI FI is better than any scifi man's ever written, it's at least good:Cut scene spoiler of next patch assemble link by hand:
rum ble.com /v4tf892-spoiler-female-ai-voice-all-of-starfighter-general-mmo-patch-1-quests.html-> What's next timelinie
NOTES:COMING SOON, AND FORECAST->Story missions non stop, techs around em, story's awesome!
Future Patches ->Non Stop Missions in Star System Sol until that story arc panned out and the next enters.->Bounty System:Allows Player vs Player... Except people who don't want to be doing PVP will get insurance refund money of damages if/when the offending player pays up or gets captured as Bounty.
->70,000ish star stystems per core, 24 cores to dive.
->Warp drive lets you see actual stars warp by you that exist, aim for the star you want to explore, hit warp.
->Space Opera of partially Ai driven, partially Next Gen personality Memento system to have realistic aliens who grudge match you or befriend you.
->Unlimited player MMO
->Fleet building and Fleet Destroying, soft perma death hardcore means its a thrill of the rise and thrill of fall, rinse and repeat! Aim for higher personal bests of fleet sizes
-> Star System capture, control, taxing, law imposing. People can challenge to take over your star in an 2 hour window where your friends are on... If they're not on, AI will use their craft. So build big alleginances for star control power.
->Better UI hull/shields/armoetc such as NES style Brick Icons for stats ->Transfer between shields/thrusteweapons power
->more sanity loss special effects
->Radar
->Better targetting
->Multi Targetting of friend/foe/neutral/quest...
->Fleet General Commands to allies of flight style: ie defend me, skirmish(fight optimally), attack target, bomb target, evasive manuevars, flee(rout) ta
->Weapon escalation: I) rockets/homing missile/cluster rockets, rocket spam mitigated by chaff, ECM, or a bold force shield ejection II) Lasers will always hit, and heat up your ship, so you're encouraged to rotate your ship's sides to absorb heat in multiple places. III) Bombs you need to travel in a straight line without much damage for 7 seconds ->very long range for shelling bases out of turret range IV) Rail Gun V) Destroyers/Capital Ships VI)
->Bounty Combat PVP system
->Magic enabled
->Cockpit overlays
->Custom Attribute Allocation to stats you prefer from leveling up.
->96 most bilious bosses
->More Galactic News Network tickers
->Enable reduction in manueverability based on encumberance, volume limit of cargo
->Crafting based on real world Molecular structures, make materials out of periodic chart elements, and use those materials to make gears, levers, switches, interchangeable parts of a variety of styles. .Hopefully this becomes educational to people entering Chemistry Class later and beneficial to humanity.
->Favorite foods, drink, sanity preservation
->Elaborate 16 supernatural elemental magic systems
->traders and galactic encounters randomly, get cosmos gems to access untold areas, maps of places no one can get to...
->Secret, get ingame podcasts when available by hitting alt+p, ALT+P AGAIN CYCLES THROUGH THEM, CTRL+P CLOSES EM,
-Memento system
-Scientific items system elaborations evident
-power recover of various systems rates, shots costing powers
-Allegiance & Dark Allegiance system where by helping others or the illusion of helping them raises your power, fame, and status in the Galaxy.
-Live Omnipotent roleplay
--MMO Mode leaderboards such as EXP
--More enemies with fun catch phrases?
--what ASPECTS DO YOU WANT WORKED ON MORE? Send ideas and buy triderium. Forums or email is cool.
--multi drops, more rares, uncommons
--more advanced inventory->Scroll deeper, limited by volume, weight slows your thrust + adds collision damage & kickback, sort with different filters, better descriprtion, items catch on fire in inventory, emit toxic gases, melt, get destroyed by oncoming heat attacks or collisions
--Ability to dimensionally recover items picked up previous session... You have em saved on server, just can't see when you load until next patch.... Use upgrades when you got em!
-Conquer Stars and setting taxes and laws
-story history replay dialogue
-more achievements
-Asteroids properly breakinto more than oen
-Give android race an android sounding voice
--Three forms of Ground Combat: GROUND COMBAT FORM I) One is a classical First Person Shooter (FPS) with vehicles.
GROUND COMBAT FORM II) One is tactical Real Time Turn Based Game(RTTG) from top down, almost isometric. RTTG will give you the feel of a classic orthogonic chess like game with cover, vision and such, yet everyone plays at the same time. RTTG mode happens when you enter populated towns, not because the server can't handle infinite players in a small zone, but because it feels more intense when any action and fight can start from the shadows. Movement is freer and faster when no one has fights going on nearby.
GROUND COMBAT FORM III)One is a 3d Fighter Game you'd see in Arcades from the 90s, but with the ability to change targets.
Starfighter General is the Everything Game. And it's for real. Let me know what you want me to dev next. Virtual Goods buys lets me sub contract parts out to make the game faster. Talk about what you want, and if you got the money, be a driver, push this game's development faster. I'm a 64x coder, people who meet me don't believe people like me exist, so I get things done... I just have literally 0$ funding at the moment. You'll see things in Starfighter General you thought were impossible and things never done before... Be a believer, or heck, just play and enjoy.
KNOWN BUGS: 1) Iron ore is called a book 2) Collision detection on giant space ships is clunky and can be very annoying if you get close 3) Vision obscuring of mesh fog in junk yard 4) Laser angle not straight 5) TEXT RENDDER DEPTH of chatting aliens, or targetting computer needs fixed so always visible.
Enable Prime Skils(21):
Attribute is the attribute that influences the skill, Min Int is the minimum intelligence to acquire skill, skill point costs is the number of skill points required (each intelligence you get 1 point), and the name, well, that's the Name:
Mining ships, transport friggates, shipping containers, tugs, destroyers, capital ships, limi
Closing about determination and the long play... If you're of meager means like myself... You can enjoy the challenge MMODE over the long haul... Always getting stronger, never weaker, the ship upgrades, your level, your ascended masteries, your money, your credits, and most of all your own skill level and reflexes that you don't notice but is always increasing.
Name:"Munitions Motorhead" //assault damages Attribute:dexterity MinInt:0 PointCost:4
Name:"Fleet Architect" //general gains to larger fleet Attribute:intelligence MinInt:13 PointCost:10
Name:"Quarry Champion" //mining bonuses Attribute:intelligence MinInt:9 PointCost:6
Name:"Pet Sympahthyry" //charm pets, higher battlemon fight with you, higher morale, Attribute:charm MinInt:0 PointCost:5
Name:"Merchant Maestro" //merchant Attribute:charm MinInt:0 PointCost:4
Name:"Diplomatic Impunity" //diplomat Attribute:charm MinInt:12 PointCost:4
Name:"Space Speed Ace" //go fast Attribute:dexterity MinInt:0 PointCost:4
Name:"Universal Researcher" //science-shield Attribute:intelligence MinInt:16 PointCost:5
Name:"Intruder Adept" //sneaky Attribute:stealth MinInt:11 PointCost:3
Name:"Astro Archaelogist" //relic finder Attribute:intelligence MinInt:12 PointCost:4
Name:"Midnight Star Drifter" //preserver of self Attribute:agility MinInt:0 PointCost:2
Name:"Mixmaster Mechanologist" //crafter Attribute:intelligence MinInt:15 PointCost:6
Name:"Celestial Trailblazer" //explorer Attribute:intelligence MinInt:9 PointCost:2
Name:"Gangster of Smug" //running contraban, con artist Attribute:stealth MinInt:0 PointCost:3
Name:"Cuthroat of the Constellation" //assassin +crit hit Attribute:stealth MinInt:0 PointCost:6
Name:"Seeker of Destiny" //find magic, starts weak due to 10 missing Attribute:wisdom MinInt:0 PointCost:10
Name:"Wing Broman" //buffs//alliance//loyalty Attribute:wisdom MinInt:0 PointCost:2
Name:"Dimensional Void Shifter" //cult of the cloak, friends up phantasms dimensionally more Attribute:stealth MinInt:0 PointCost:5
Name:"Racing Destruction Vet" //Ex destruction derby guy Ram Offense/Defense Attribute:endurance MinInt:0 PointCost:3
Name:"Motley Steward" //Friends with Disgraces in Underground Places...Rowdy good for nothin but keeping company with other rowdy good for nothins:+Hires +Recruit enemy Attribute:charm MinInt:0 PointCost:2
Name:"Trash Baron" //+1 tractor beam lolz extra drops Attribute:charm MinInt:0 PointCost:3
Name:"Combat" Attribute:dexterity MinInt:0 PointCost:4
Name:"Electronics" Attribute:intelligence MinInt:13 PointCost:3
Name:"Cyborgs" Attribute:intelligence MinInt:17 PointCost:4
Name:"First Aid" Attribute:wisdom MinInt:9 PointCost:3
Name:"Surgeon" Attribute:intelligence MinInt:17 PointCost:8
Name:"Androids" Attribute:intelligence MinInt:17 PointCost:4
Name:"Weapon:Plasma Bolts" Attribute:dexterity MinInt:0 PointCost:2
Name:"Greater Reasoning" //core Attribute:intelligence //order MinInt:9 PointCost:1
Name:"Decipher Codes" Attribute:intelligence MinInt:12 PointCost:1
Name:"Martial Arts" Attribute:dexterity MinInt:0 PointCost:4
Name:"Chemistry" Attribute:intelligence MinInt:5 PointCost:3
Name:"Forage" Attribute:wisdom MinInt:0 PointCost:1
:Name:"Quick Draw" //core Attribute:dexterity //blade MinInt:0 PointCost:1
Name:"Taunt" Attribute:charm MinInt:0 PointCost:1
Name:"Annoy & Pester" Attribute:charm MinInt:0 PointCost:1
Name:"Lie" Attribute:charm MinInt:0 PointCost:2
Name:"Politics" Attribute:charm MinInt:12 PointCost:3
Name:"Disguise" Attribute:stealth MinInt:9 PointCost:2
Name:"Critical Hit" //core Attribute:luck //chaos MinInt:0 PointCost:3
Name:"Atomic Energy" Attribute:intelligence MinInt:18 PointCost:4
Name:"Pulse Engineering" Attribute:intelligence MinInt:16 PointCost:4
Name:"Fly Aircraft" Attribute:dexterity MinInt:0 PointCost:2
Name:"Drive" Attribute:dexterity MinInt:0 PointCost:1
Name:"Pilot Shuttle" Attribute:dexterity MinInt:12 PointCost:3
Name:"Read Instruments" Attribute:intelligence MinInt:0 PointCost:1
Name:"Navigate" Attribute:intelligence MinInt:0 PointCost:1
Name:"Remember" Attribute:intelligence MinInt:0 PointCost:1
Name:"Pick Lock" Attribute:stealth MinInt:0 PointCost:1
Name:"Ambidexterity" Attribute:dexterity MinInt:0 PointCost:4
Name:"Pick Pocket" Attribute:dexterity MinInt:0 PointCost:1
Name:"Distract" Attribute:stealth MinInt:0 PointCost:1
Name:"Explosives" Attribute:wisdom MinInt:0 PointCost:2
Name:"Construct Trap" Attribute:wisdom MinInt:0 PointCost:1
Name:"Fire Artillery" Attribute:wisdom MinInt:0 PointCost:2
Name:"Fortitude" //core Attribute:endurance //body MinInt:0 PointCost:2
Name:"Interrogate" Attribute:charm MinInt:0 PointCost:1
Name:"Law" Attribute:wisdom MinInt:13 PointCost:2
Name:"Popularity" Attribute:charm MinInt:0 PointCost:1
Name:"Confidentiality" Attribute:charm MinInt:0 PointCost:1
Name:"Sport" Attribute:agility MinInt:0 PointCost:1
Name:"Facilitate" Attribute:luck MinInt:0 PointCost:1
Name:"Gamble" Attribute:luck MinInt:0 PointCost:2
Name:"Cheat" Attribute:stealth MinInt:0 PointCost:2
Name:"Deceive" Attribute:charm MinInt:0 PointCost:2
Name:"Intimidate" Attribute:charm MinInt:0 PointCost:1
Name:"Space Craft Repair" Attribute:intelligence MinInt:14 PointCost:2
Name:"Aircraft Repair" Attribute:intelligence MinInt:0 PointCost:1
Name:"Automotive Repair" Attribute:intelligence MinInt:0 PointCost:1
Name:"Labor" Attribute:wisdom MinInt:0 PointCost:2
Name:"Advanced Mathematics" Attribute:intelligence MinInt:12 PointCost:1
Name:"Detective" Attribute:wisdom MinInt:0 PointCost:3
Name:"Perception" //core Attribute:wisdom MinInt:0 PointCost:1
Name:"Soliciting" Attribute:wisdom MinInt:0 PointCost:1
Name:"Rapid Fire" Attribute:dexterity MinInt:0 PointCost:3
Name:"Safe Crack" Attribute:stealth MinInt:9 PointCost:3
Name:"Auto Mechanic" Attribute:intelligence MinInt:0 PointCost:1
Name:"Investigate" Attribute:intelligence MinInt:0 PointCost:2
Name:"Forensics" Attribute:intelligence MinInt:13 PointCost:3
Name:"Survival" Attribute:wisdom MinInt:0 PointCost:2
Name:"Lore" Attribute:wisdom MinInt:0 PointCost:2
Name:"Butt Kiss" Attribute:charm MinInt:0 PointCost:1
Name:"Insult" Attribute:charm MinInt:0 PointCost:1
Name:"Hardware" Attribute:intelligence MinInt:0 PointCost:1
Name:"Bureaucracy" Attribute:charm MinInt:9 PointCost:1
Name:"Leadership" //CORE Attribute:strength //earth MinInt:13 PointCost:4
Name:"Solicitating" //core Attribute:charm //storm MinInt:7 PointCost:1
Name:"Negotiation" Attribute:charm MinInt:14 PointCost:3
Name:"Vetinarian" Attribute:intelligence MinInt:13 PointCost:3
Name:"Junkyarder" Attribute:wisdom MinInt:0 PointCost:2
Name:"Tactical Analysis" Attribute:intelligence MinInt:0 PointCost:3
Name:"Resourceful Mining" Attribute:wisdom MinInt:0 PointCost:3
Name:"Evasive Manuevars" //core Attribute:agility //water MinInt:0 PointCost:2
Name:"Nanotech Engineering" Attribute:intelligence MinInt:17 PointCost:4
Name:"Astrobiology" Attribute:intelligence MinInt:17 PointCost:3
Name:"Metallurgy" Attribute:intelligence MinInt:14 PointCost:3
Name:"Infiltrator" Attribute:stealth MinInt:14 PointCost:4
Name:"Stealth Ops" //core Attribute:stealth //dark MinInt:9 PointCost:2
Name:"Tough Grit" //core Attribute:willpower //fire MinInt:0 PointCost:2 //LOWER EFFECT OF SANITY HITS, lower hungewater costs lacking/etc
Low coolness Upgrade the targeting computer:3 target classifications:Enemies/Missions/Allies:With allies, you can then send fleet commands to them. Encounter rates-Different random encounters in space
---upgrade ideas ->NEW ITEMS ->nEW CATCH PHRASES ->IDEA FOR PROGRESSION OF MOBS gnn MISSIONS
2024.05.13 22:22 goodnewsjimdotcom Starfighter General official lasting MMO patch, I tried to make space fun.
A video of some random game play: https://youtu.be/EK2xB3xCFjQ
If you want to jump in and play: https://store.steampowered.com/app/658480/Starfighter_General/
I'm trying to make the spiritual successor to Xwing for 90s DOS everyone craved, but Lucas Arts never delivered. I was also inspired by Wing Commander Privateer who's title led me to imagining building a giant fleet by buying more and more ships and making friends.It has a bunch of bugs but these will be fixed in a week or two. It's still pretty fun and a base by which a HUGE HUGE potential WOW killer will be made on. fairly long patch notes of a subset of what I plan on doing in the future are at the bottom.
My take Diablo2 skill tree/Path of Exile Talent tree: https://youtu.be/E8h9E4lw2jk?si=LVK8hQOtWez6Riwy&t=16 Very pretty to watch.
I'm exhausted... I spent close to a year on this patch... And the last 3 months was nothing but sleep, code, sleep, code, body necessities, balanced against being stress sick, normal sick, and trying not to break down due to being isolated non stop working... About 2000 hours in this patch alone, on top of 10,000 hours in the past 6 years before that, and I use an anthology of game resources that took me 20,000 hours to make. There's some bugs due to Unity compiling standalone improper from editor, but they'll be fixed, as well as the story line not in... It's a spoiler, but people say my SCI FI is better than any scifi man's ever written, it's at least good:Cut scene spoiler of next patch assemble link by hand:
rum ble.com /v4tf892-spoiler-female-ai-voice-all-of-starfighter-general-mmo-patch-1-quests.html-> What's next timelinie
NOTES:COMING SOON, AND FORECAST->Story missions non stop, techs around em, story's awesome!
Future Patches ->Non Stop Missions in Star System Sol until that story arc panned out and the next enters.->Bounty System:Allows Player vs Player... Except people who don't want to be doing PVP will get insurance refund money of damages if/when the offending player pays up or gets captured as Bounty.
->70,000ish star stystems per core, 24 cores to dive.
->Warp drive lets you see actual stars warp by you that exist, aim for the star you want to explore, hit warp.
->Space Opera of partially Ai driven, partially Next Gen personality Memento system to have realistic aliens who grudge match you or befriend you.
->Unlimited player MMO
->Fleet building and Fleet Destroying, soft perma death hardcore means its a thrill of the rise and thrill of fall, rinse and repeat! Aim for higher personal bests of fleet sizes
-> Star System capture, control, taxing, law imposing. People can challenge to take over your star in an 2 hour window where your friends are on... If they're not on, AI will use their craft. So build big alleginances for star control power.
->Better UI hull/shields/armoetc such as NES style Brick Icons for stats ->Transfer between shields/thrusteweapons power
->more sanity loss special effects
->Radar
->Better targetting
->Multi Targetting of friend/foe/neutral/quest...
->Fleet General Commands to allies of flight style: ie defend me, skirmish(fight optimally), attack target, bomb target, evasive manuevars, flee(rout) ta
->Weapon escalation: I) rockets/homing missile/cluster rockets, rocket spam mitigated by chaff, ECM, or a bold force shield ejection II) Lasers will always hit, and heat up your ship, so you're encouraged to rotate your ship's sides to absorb heat in multiple places. III) Bombs you need to travel in a straight line without much damage for 7 seconds ->very long range for shelling bases out of turret range IV) Rail Gun V) Destroyers/Capital Ships VI)
->Bounty Combat PVP system
->Magic enabled
->Cockpit overlays
->Custom Attribute Allocation to stats you prefer from leveling up.
->96 most bilious bosses
->More Galactic News Network tickers
->Enable reduction in manueverability based on encumberance, volume limit of cargo
->Crafting based on real world Molecular structures, make materials out of periodic chart elements, and use those materials to make gears, levers, switches, interchangeable parts of a variety of styles. .Hopefully this becomes educational to people entering Chemistry Class later and beneficial to humanity.
->Favorite foods, drink, sanity preservation
->Elaborate 16 supernatural elemental magic systems
->traders and galactic encounters randomly, get cosmos gems to access untold areas, maps of places no one can get to...
->Secret, get ingame podcasts when available by hitting alt+p, ALT+P AGAIN CYCLES THROUGH THEM, CTRL+P CLOSES EM,
-Memento system
-Scientific items system elaborations evident
-power recover of various systems rates, shots costing powers
-Allegiance & Dark Allegiance system where by helping others or the illusion of helping them raises your power, fame, and status in the Galaxy.
-Live Omnipotent roleplay
--MMO Mode leaderboards such as EXP
--More enemies with fun catch phrases?
--what ASPECTS DO YOU WANT WORKED ON MORE? Send ideas and buy triderium. Forums or email is cool.
--multi drops, more rares, uncommons
--more advanced inventory->Scroll deeper, limited by volume, weight slows your thrust + adds collision damage & kickback, sort with different filters, better descriprtion, items catch on fire in inventory, emit toxic gases, melt, get destroyed by oncoming heat attacks or collisions
--Ability to dimensionally recover items picked up previous session... You have em saved on server, just can't see when you load until next patch.... Use upgrades when you got em!
-Conquer Stars and setting taxes and laws
-story history replay dialogue
-more achievements
-Asteroids properly breakinto more than oen
-Give android race an android sounding voice
--Three forms of Ground Combat: GROUND COMBAT FORM I) One is a classical First Person Shooter (FPS) with vehicles.
GROUND COMBAT FORM II) One is tactical Real Time Turn Based Game(RTTG) from top down, almost isometric. RTTG will give you the feel of a classic orthogonic chess like game with cover, vision and such, yet everyone plays at the same time. RTTG mode happens when you enter populated towns, not because the server can't handle infinite players in a small zone, but because it feels more intense when any action and fight can start from the shadows. Movement is freer and faster when no one has fights going on nearby.
GROUND COMBAT FORM III)One is a 3d Fighter Game you'd see in Arcades from the 90s, but with the ability to change targets.
Starfighter General is the Everything Game. And it's for real. Let me know what you want me to dev next. Virtual Goods buys lets me sub contract parts out to make the game faster. Talk about what you want, and if you got the money, be a driver, push this game's development faster. I'm a 64x coder, people who meet me don't believe people like me exist, so I get things done... I just have literally 0$ funding at the moment. You'll see things in Starfighter General you thought were impossible and things never done before... Be a believer, or heck, just play and enjoy.
KNOWN BUGS: 1) Iron ore is called a book 2) Collision detection on giant space ships is clunky and can be very annoying if you get close 3) Vision obscuring of mesh fog in junk yard 4) Laser angle not straight 5) TEXT RENDDER DEPTH of chatting aliens, or targetting computer needs fixed so always visible.
Enable Prime Skils(21):
Attribute is the attribute that influences the skill, Min Int is the minimum intelligence to acquire skill, skill point costs is the number of skill points required (each intelligence you get 1 point), and the name, well, that's the Name:
Mining ships, transport friggates, shipping containers, tugs, destroyers, capital ships, limi
Closing about determination and the long play... If you're of meager means like myself... You can enjoy the challenge MMODE over the long haul... Always getting stronger, never weaker, the ship upgrades, your level, your ascended masteries, your money, your credits, and most of all your own skill level and reflexes that you don't notice but is always increasing.
Name:"Munitions Motorhead" //assault damages Attribute:dexterity MinInt:0 PointCost:4
Name:"Fleet Architect" //general gains to larger fleet Attribute:intelligence MinInt:13 PointCost:10
Name:"Quarry Champion" //mining bonuses Attribute:intelligence MinInt:9 PointCost:6
Name:"Pet Sympahthyry" //charm pets, higher battlemon fight with you, higher morale, Attribute:charm MinInt:0 PointCost:5
Name:"Merchant Maestro" //merchant Attribute:charm MinInt:0 PointCost:4
Name:"Diplomatic Impunity" //diplomat Attribute:charm MinInt:12 PointCost:4
Name:"Space Speed Ace" //go fast Attribute:dexterity MinInt:0 PointCost:4
Name:"Universal Researcher" //science-shield Attribute:intelligence MinInt:16 PointCost:5
Name:"Intruder Adept" //sneaky Attribute:stealth MinInt:11 PointCost:3
Name:"Astro Archaelogist" //relic finder Attribute:intelligence MinInt:12 PointCost:4
Name:"Midnight Star Drifter" //preserver of self Attribute:agility MinInt:0 PointCost:2
Name:"Mixmaster Mechanologist" //crafter Attribute:intelligence MinInt:15 PointCost:6
Name:"Celestial Trailblazer" //explorer Attribute:intelligence MinInt:9 PointCost:2
Name:"Gangster of Smug" //running contraban, con artist Attribute:stealth MinInt:0 PointCost:3
Name:"Cuthroat of the Constellation" //assassin +crit hit Attribute:stealth MinInt:0 PointCost:6
Name:"Seeker of Destiny" //find magic, starts weak due to 10 missing Attribute:wisdom MinInt:0 PointCost:10
Name:"Wing Broman" //buffs//alliance//loyalty Attribute:wisdom MinInt:0 PointCost:2
Name:"Dimensional Void Shifter" //cult of the cloak, friends up phantasms dimensionally more Attribute:stealth MinInt:0 PointCost:5
Name:"Racing Destruction Vet" //Ex destruction derby guy Ram Offense/Defense Attribute:endurance MinInt:0 PointCost:3
Name:"Motley Steward" //Friends with Disgraces in Underground Places...Rowdy good for nothin but keeping company with other rowdy good for nothins:+Hires +Recruit enemy Attribute:charm MinInt:0 PointCost:2
Name:"Trash Baron" //+1 tractor beam lolz extra drops Attribute:charm MinInt:0 PointCost:3
Name:"Combat" Attribute:dexterity MinInt:0 PointCost:4
Name:"Electronics" Attribute:intelligence MinInt:13 PointCost:3
Name:"Cyborgs" Attribute:intelligence MinInt:17 PointCost:4
Name:"First Aid" Attribute:wisdom MinInt:9 PointCost:3
Name:"Surgeon" Attribute:intelligence MinInt:17 PointCost:8
Name:"Androids" Attribute:intelligence MinInt:17 PointCost:4
Name:"Weapon:Plasma Bolts" Attribute:dexterity MinInt:0 PointCost:2
Name:"Greater Reasoning" //core Attribute:intelligence //order MinInt:9 PointCost:1
Name:"Decipher Codes" Attribute:intelligence MinInt:12 PointCost:1
Name:"Martial Arts" Attribute:dexterity MinInt:0 PointCost:4
Name:"Chemistry" Attribute:intelligence MinInt:5 PointCost:3
Name:"Forage" Attribute:wisdom MinInt:0 PointCost:1
:Name:"Quick Draw" //core Attribute:dexterity //blade MinInt:0 PointCost:1
Name:"Taunt" Attribute:charm MinInt:0 PointCost:1
Name:"Annoy & Pester" Attribute:charm MinInt:0 PointCost:1
Name:"Lie" Attribute:charm MinInt:0 PointCost:2
Name:"Politics" Attribute:charm MinInt:12 PointCost:3
Name:"Disguise" Attribute:stealth MinInt:9 PointCost:2
Name:"Critical Hit" //core Attribute:luck //chaos MinInt:0 PointCost:3
Name:"Atomic Energy" Attribute:intelligence MinInt:18 PointCost:4
Name:"Pulse Engineering" Attribute:intelligence MinInt:16 PointCost:4
Name:"Fly Aircraft" Attribute:dexterity MinInt:0 PointCost:2
Name:"Drive" Attribute:dexterity MinInt:0 PointCost:1
Name:"Pilot Shuttle" Attribute:dexterity MinInt:12 PointCost:3
Name:"Read Instruments" Attribute:intelligence MinInt:0 PointCost:1
Name:"Navigate" Attribute:intelligence MinInt:0 PointCost:1
Name:"Remember" Attribute:intelligence MinInt:0 PointCost:1
Name:"Pick Lock" Attribute:stealth MinInt:0 PointCost:1
Name:"Ambidexterity" Attribute:dexterity MinInt:0 PointCost:4
Name:"Pick Pocket" Attribute:dexterity MinInt:0 PointCost:1
Name:"Distract" Attribute:stealth MinInt:0 PointCost:1
Name:"Explosives" Attribute:wisdom MinInt:0 PointCost:2
Name:"Construct Trap" Attribute:wisdom MinInt:0 PointCost:1
Name:"Fire Artillery" Attribute:wisdom MinInt:0 PointCost:2
Name:"Fortitude" //core Attribute:endurance //body MinInt:0 PointCost:2
Name:"Interrogate" Attribute:charm MinInt:0 PointCost:1
Name:"Law" Attribute:wisdom MinInt:13 PointCost:2
Name:"Popularity" Attribute:charm MinInt:0 PointCost:1
Name:"Confidentiality" Attribute:charm MinInt:0 PointCost:1
Name:"Sport" Attribute:agility MinInt:0 PointCost:1
Name:"Facilitate" Attribute:luck MinInt:0 PointCost:1
Name:"Gamble" Attribute:luck MinInt:0 PointCost:2
Name:"Cheat" Attribute:stealth MinInt:0 PointCost:2
Name:"Deceive" Attribute:charm MinInt:0 PointCost:2
Name:"Intimidate" Attribute:charm MinInt:0 PointCost:1
Name:"Space Craft Repair" Attribute:intelligence MinInt:14 PointCost:2
Name:"Aircraft Repair" Attribute:intelligence MinInt:0 PointCost:1
Name:"Automotive Repair" Attribute:intelligence MinInt:0 PointCost:1
Name:"Labor" Attribute:wisdom MinInt:0 PointCost:2
Name:"Advanced Mathematics" Attribute:intelligence MinInt:12 PointCost:1
Name:"Detective" Attribute:wisdom MinInt:0 PointCost:3
Name:"Perception" //core Attribute:wisdom MinInt:0 PointCost:1
Name:"Soliciting" Attribute:wisdom MinInt:0 PointCost:1
Name:"Rapid Fire" Attribute:dexterity MinInt:0 PointCost:3
Name:"Safe Crack" Attribute:stealth MinInt:9 PointCost:3
Name:"Auto Mechanic" Attribute:intelligence MinInt:0 PointCost:1
Name:"Investigate" Attribute:intelligence MinInt:0 PointCost:2
Name:"Forensics" Attribute:intelligence MinInt:13 PointCost:3
Name:"Survival" Attribute:wisdom MinInt:0 PointCost:2
Name:"Lore" Attribute:wisdom MinInt:0 PointCost:2
Name:"Butt Kiss" Attribute:charm MinInt:0 PointCost:1
Name:"Insult" Attribute:charm MinInt:0 PointCost:1
Name:"Hardware" Attribute:intelligence MinInt:0 PointCost:1
Name:"Bureaucracy" Attribute:charm MinInt:9 PointCost:1
Name:"Leadership" //CORE Attribute:strength //earth MinInt:13 PointCost:4
Name:"Solicitating" //core Attribute:charm //storm MinInt:7 PointCost:1
Name:"Negotiation" Attribute:charm MinInt:14 PointCost:3
Name:"Vetinarian" Attribute:intelligence MinInt:13 PointCost:3
Name:"Junkyarder" Attribute:wisdom MinInt:0 PointCost:2
Name:"Tactical Analysis" Attribute:intelligence MinInt:0 PointCost:3
Name:"Resourceful Mining" Attribute:wisdom MinInt:0 PointCost:3
Name:"Evasive Manuevars" //core Attribute:agility //water MinInt:0 PointCost:2
Name:"Nanotech Engineering" Attribute:intelligence MinInt:17 PointCost:4
Name:"Astrobiology" Attribute:intelligence MinInt:17 PointCost:3
Name:"Metallurgy" Attribute:intelligence MinInt:14 PointCost:3
Name:"Infiltrator" Attribute:stealth MinInt:14 PointCost:4
Name:"Stealth Ops" //core Attribute:stealth //dark MinInt:9 PointCost:2
Name:"Tough Grit" //core Attribute:willpower //fire MinInt:0 PointCost:2 //LOWER EFFECT OF SANITY HITS, lower hungewater costs lacking/etc
Low coolness Upgrade the targeting computer:3 target classifications:Enemies/Missions/Allies:With allies, you can then send fleet commands to them. Encounter rates-Different random encounters in space
---upgrade ideas ->NEW ITEMS ->nEW CATCH PHRASES ->IDEA FOR PROGRESSION OF MOBS gnn MISSIONS
2024.05.13 22:12 dlschindler Ruins of Rhema
"Children learn to correlate consequences with their own actions. This is true of all of us, no matter what species we are. Adulthood is universally defined by maturity, and maturity is defined by nature as appropriate behavior to ensure your species' survival. If we apply this wisdom to the stage of evolution of a species, the culture and conservative capacity of intelligent creatures, then we can see it on that scale also. A species is like a child while they liberally explore their surroundings, learning the best behavior by trying everything, through the Trial of Errors. Then they mature and adopt appropriate behavior, avoiding doing things that work against their species, as individuals and as a whole. We can apply this pattern to the history of all alien races among us here today. This also includes the humans. I testify to this, as one who remains traveling alongside them and seeing each era of their ascended history. As the representative of the will of the Frendsikeel, as attorney to the cause of human endeavors and as their one follower in this galaxy, I say the humans are very cool." The alien sea otter with the boney shells covering her body spoke somehow in a human voice, having perfected the use of her translator so that it was indistinguishable from human speech.
There was applause among the limited audience of aliens at the application hearing for membership, each in their own way of signaling immediate approval. If the Cave Gods agreed, the Combine would be added to the councils of the Cave Gods And Friends Association. It was the dawn of a new and wonderful age for the humans.
The alien attorney visibly shuddered as an equally smoothly articulated translation started, and in a voice all-too-familiar. Osowl Fitten, Attorney-to-the-Humans, heard her nemesis from across the vast distances of both space and time. She was the Sunder representative, Supreme Prosecutor (of the humans) Eshka Layenna. The reptilian alien slithered out with a stylized collar to hide her frill and colorful paint on her face to look more appealing to the human eye. Indeed, the humans felt their eyes drawn to the masterful and ancient alien, who specialized in charm and glamor.
"Beautiful denizens of Rhema, world of art and music, esteemed guru, priests and patrons of the arts, lend to me your native attention. I will speak for you, and worry not what decision is made behind my back, by our wise leaders, the benevolent Cave Gods. They have heard the song of human laughter, recognized the absolution of human mistakes, graced the humans with thousands of years of benefits and gifts simply because they admire the beauty of the human soul. Is beauty not important? I would not stand in the way of beauty. We all know it is the first component of harmony, and we all know harmony is the first component of peace and we also know that peacefulness is necessary for love. And what meaning is there, that is greater than love?" Eshka Layenna spoke with passion in her human sounding voice, translated from a skillful use of her own vowels in order to inflect such sincere emotion. The attorney for the humans worried, for she had sparred with this particular individual alien half a dozen times throughout the centuries, and clearly they were both on the same course through the stars, sleeping for decades at a time in order to extend the usefulness of their respective careers.
The prosecutor skillfully explained that humans were beautiful in the ears of the blind leadership who had overlooked the capacity that humans had for, in their own word: violence.
Osowl Fitten sat quiet during her turn to speak in rebuttal. She could not quickly speak without thinking, it was not the way of her species and she was especially slow to decide what she wanted to say. In the silence one of the humans coughed expectantly, it was meant to prompt her, and she knew so. It was in all things, their little violences, and she had started to find it beautiful.
"Violence is the appropriate behavior when humans utilize it. They are equally capable of restraint and sometimes their violence is directed purely against the storm. Humans respond to all violence, they endure it and survive, they fight back, they commit violence for gain, even sometimes because they want to commit violence, with no further motivation. The Sunder administration has long sought to prosecute the humans because of this, and they are here today, to do this. I approve of this because it is the appropriate behavior. I would like to point out that the Sunder have invented many consequences to inflict on humans, and I must point out that to the human, those are called weapons and the Sunder have become hypocrites. On this day the Sunder are here to prevent the humans from becoming their equal, which is the appropriate behavior for the Sunder, because they anticipate that humans are dangerous, a known threat. They would list off all the times they have tried to blame humans for tragic events, or simply point out that humans were involved in a disproportionate amount of such tragic events, at the very least. And yes, humans are dangerous. Does not each new member bring a gift to the association? The Blue Light Watchers brought the gift of honest music, such as nobody had ever heard. Who among us was not moved by their music? The humans have brought a gift, and I foresee, the Dream Time, that this gift shall prove to be the greatest gift of all."
"What gift would that be?" Eshka Layenna spoke out of turn, amid gasps and gestures of outrageous surprise. Osowl refused to engage her opponent informally and ceased speaking until the Cave Gods had politely reminded the respected and venerable serpent of the absolute procedure of the courtroom, and begged her to behave appropriately. Then Osowl spoke, carefully avoiding addressing the question, while answering it anyway:
"When the Dream Time goes into darkness, and the galaxy can be crossed in an instant by the mere thought of terror, and there is no trade besides violence with this spreading nightmare from outside, that is when the greatest gift of all shall shine upon the threshold." Osowl Fitten turned off her translator and captions and spoke only in her own language. For a moment the court felt confused by this deliberate action, before the significance of it began to sink in. Even the scarred and brutal human Admiral Jinar they had allowed into the proceedings looked deeply moved, her eyes watering, as though she personally understood both the words and the power behind them.
"I have no further arguments, Wise Ones. The prosecution rests." Eshka Layenna said with strange reverence, abandoning her entire cause suddenly.
"This then, is the final enactment of all our discussions, and there are no further actors. Let the humans say then, what is decided here today." The Cave Gods spoke in rehearsed unison.
The humans cheered. They had just become members of the Cave Gods And Friends Association, and the humans were now officially equal to all the coolest aliens throughout the galaxy.
When the courtroom had emptied there were still two creatures sitting there. Osowl Fitten stared for a moment at the human, gradually recognizing her.
"You are Jinar. How so? Humans do not use Star Sleep or live such profoundly long life spans. But I am sure, somehow you are she." Osowl Fitten said at last.
"I am now Admiral Jinar, of the Combine Unified Forces. We are currently disbanded, but I still think they are coming, and we should be preparing for them. Now that we have a say in things, I'd like to get started on that." Admiral Jinar told Osowl Fitten, coldly speaking business.
"Are you not pleased that humans are now recognized as equals to the Cave Gods themselves? In the association, all species have an equal vote." Osowl Fitten twitched her whiskers in a personal greeting, hoping to see Jinar's mood change.
Jinar relaxed and smiled just a little bit. Somehow sitting there trying to interpret the whisker twitches of the Frendsikeel made her feel like a little girl again. It was just a moment, but it reminded her of her own resolve of character. She had felt a kind of personal hell for most of her life, regretting something she had done while she was very young, but worried it somehow defined her. When she had defeated the scout, something had changed, she had realized she was merely playing a role, and the universe was calling the shots.
"Maybe it was better to have gods. The thought that we are responsible for the course is somehow terrifying." Jinar said in plain, soldier-like way of speaking.
"This is humor." Osowl gestured that she found it mildly amusing.
"Do you think they are out there? You're my attorney, I kinda care what you think." Jinar grinned a little, realizing she could communicate very easily with the alien. It was like Osowl just understood everything. It was reassuring to be fully understood and also approved of at the same time.
"It is not a coincidence that I chose this world for Summoning. Allow me to show you what inspires so much art, why this world is a melting pot of artists from seven alien species who all come here for inspiration." Osowl Fitten paused and found a small box held for her by a servo.
"What is it?" Jinar wondered.
"It is a gift." Osowl seemed perplexed. She was trying to assess the correct way to receive such a gift. It was meant as a statement of many different meanings, what was known as a cruciform. Osowl realized it was in the form of clothing, a colorful sash. She wrapped it over one shoulder, wearing it as a kind of toga.
"What for?" Jinar asked.
"It is complicated. I will wear this, to show my admiration and to accept the insult. It is a sign of deep friendship, but one forged through a necessary rivalry, for we are not without the other. My opponent, perhaps she says farewell."
"No, she says she wishes to be your companion still - to continue to argue with you. We shall Star Sleep beside each other and visit the same places. I do not want to be alone and I do not want this to end. It is what is best for each. Ave." The Sunder spoke from the shaded curtains, slithering out dramatically.
"I accept this. I would not wish to be without you. I understand the duality of our arguments the same way you do. Come with me, and we shall visit distant stars and foreign worlds." Osowl Fitten said without hesitation.
From there, the three women went to the attraction of Rhema that Osowl had chosen as a backdrop for the human inclusion in the association.
"Of this moment, we suspend ourselves, for the brace, my dears." Osowl hissed in Sunder and made her new friend laugh with an emote.
Eshka Layenna stopped and suddenly slithered around Jinar with serpentine swiftness. "Is she with us, equal one?" In plain English, another idiom but this as a joke of some kind by Eshka Layenna. She donned a purple garland and wrapped part of it gently around Jinar, the exact movement dancelike and affectionate. She flicked out her snake tongue absently in her self-satisfaction and then turned and wrapped part of the boa around Osowl, who groaned in mock reluctance to the amicable game.
"So we walk together?" Jinar asked.
"Precisely. Unless there is a place we must do something else?" Eshka gestured to the colonial canteen.
"They serve alcohol here?" Jinar felt no resistance as she walked towards the bar with her old lady alien friends in tow, the fragile feathered tether wrapped loosely around all of them.
"Drinks. You may take your toxic beverage." Osowl complained.
"I insist. I know you got something you'll imbibe." Jinar grinned.
At the bar the servo identified them and guessed they wanted alcohol. Osowl was served a thimble of it and a proper shotglass with the colonial guard stamp half scratched off of it was put down for the lady in uniform.
"That's pretty strong. Can I have more?"
"No." The servo said, and took the shotglass and wiped it out with a wash towel.
"Actually, I'm good. That's a pretty nice buzz." Jinar grinned.
"It is precise, madam." The servo said with a little bit of an attitude.
"I'll have mine - not." Osowl said.
"Is that right, are you afraid you'll seem ridiculous? I assure you your friends won't notice your inability to change your eye color while intoxicated. If it helps, you can wear a mood medallion. Would her Gentleness wish her mood medallion?" The servo had split personalities, and was suddenly all cool while talking to Osowl.
"Very much so, Jehosephet." Osowl accepted the medallion with a quickness that conveyed a gleeful shift in her feelings about the bar. Once her medallion was worn and shining, looking exactly like flax colored eyes, she gladly accepted the drink with no further inhibitions. She took the thimble and insufflated it and exhaled what sounded like a drunken wheezing.
"You party hard." Jinar complimented Osowl.
"Yes, this is the celebration I am in for." Osowl seemed to be gagging in her translator and took it off to fumble with the delicate settings.
Jinar laughed, noting that her eyes were flaxen with tints of green and yellow while her medallion showed bright red frustration and embarrassment.
"I cannot drink alcohol, so I shall wear the hat." Eshka Layenna leaned on the bar and the servo placed a massive crown of supreme derpiness on her, some kind of cartoon creature vaguely resembling a Sunder. It looked insane. Jinar laughed so hard she fell over and landed on her butt.
"Okay, so now that none of us may have her pride before the others, now what?" Osowl sounded normal, but her medallion was a glimmering pink, showing she was aware she was being deceptive in some way, as her voice betrayed none of her sloppiness in communicating. It somehow made her seem more hilarious to Jinar, as she could tell Osowl was drunk.
"I am worried that if we stay we'll be seen this way by those who admire and respect us and it will somehow diminish our reputations." Eshka Layenna stated.
"That's part of the fun. But anyhow, we're on a mission. Let's go to this place." Jinar agreed.
"I am afraid our jovial antics won't last beyond the threshold." Osowl cringed as she realized she had spoke a word that meant the same as Threshold, the prophecy of her people.
"What's the matter?" Jinar's voice drained of laughter and she adopted gradual concern, as Osowl hesitated to answer.
"Let us go first, and bid this moment to memory." Osowl insisted.
They departed, leaving their festive garments behind.
There was no landscape to explore, but rather spires of habitats above radiated pools of slag. They flew in a saucer, hovering at different speeds and angles against the natural gravity of Rhema. After a while the saucer had found a break in the low gray-orange clouds that obscured the world below the observational habitats.
"What is the significance of this wasteland?" Jinar asked slowly, not really wanting to hear the answer - already knowing what such an answer would be. The rhetorical nature of her voice was greeted by merciful silence.
The three sisters, each from a distant corner of the galaxy, born in different ages, and different species, stared out at the desolation and they each recognized the same measure of it, for it was the limit of suffering.
Osowl knew her friends understood. She herself had adjusted to her existence, the last of her people. It still hurt to come home.
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There was applause among the limited audience of aliens at the application hearing for membership, each in their own way of signaling immediate approval. If the Cave Gods agreed, the Combine would be added to the councils of the Cave Gods And Friends Association. It was the dawn of a new and wonderful age for the humans.
The alien attorney visibly shuddered as an equally smoothly articulated translation started, and in a voice all-too-familiar. Osowl Fitten, Attorney-to-the-Humans, heard her nemesis from across the vast distances of both space and time. She was the Sunder representative, Supreme Prosecutor (of the humans) Eshka Layenna. The reptilian alien slithered out with a stylized collar to hide her frill and colorful paint on her face to look more appealing to the human eye. Indeed, the humans felt their eyes drawn to the masterful and ancient alien, who specialized in charm and glamor.
"Beautiful denizens of Rhema, world of art and music, esteemed guru, priests and patrons of the arts, lend to me your native attention. I will speak for you, and worry not what decision is made behind my back, by our wise leaders, the benevolent Cave Gods. They have heard the song of human laughter, recognized the absolution of human mistakes, graced the humans with thousands of years of benefits and gifts simply because they admire the beauty of the human soul. Is beauty not important? I would not stand in the way of beauty. We all know it is the first component of harmony, and we all know harmony is the first component of peace and we also know that peacefulness is necessary for love. And what meaning is there, that is greater than love?" Eshka Layenna spoke with passion in her human sounding voice, translated from a skillful use of her own vowels in order to inflect such sincere emotion. The attorney for the humans worried, for she had sparred with this particular individual alien half a dozen times throughout the centuries, and clearly they were both on the same course through the stars, sleeping for decades at a time in order to extend the usefulness of their respective careers.
The prosecutor skillfully explained that humans were beautiful in the ears of the blind leadership who had overlooked the capacity that humans had for, in their own word: violence.
Osowl Fitten sat quiet during her turn to speak in rebuttal. She could not quickly speak without thinking, it was not the way of her species and she was especially slow to decide what she wanted to say. In the silence one of the humans coughed expectantly, it was meant to prompt her, and she knew so. It was in all things, their little violences, and she had started to find it beautiful.
"Violence is the appropriate behavior when humans utilize it. They are equally capable of restraint and sometimes their violence is directed purely against the storm. Humans respond to all violence, they endure it and survive, they fight back, they commit violence for gain, even sometimes because they want to commit violence, with no further motivation. The Sunder administration has long sought to prosecute the humans because of this, and they are here today, to do this. I approve of this because it is the appropriate behavior. I would like to point out that the Sunder have invented many consequences to inflict on humans, and I must point out that to the human, those are called weapons and the Sunder have become hypocrites. On this day the Sunder are here to prevent the humans from becoming their equal, which is the appropriate behavior for the Sunder, because they anticipate that humans are dangerous, a known threat. They would list off all the times they have tried to blame humans for tragic events, or simply point out that humans were involved in a disproportionate amount of such tragic events, at the very least. And yes, humans are dangerous. Does not each new member bring a gift to the association? The Blue Light Watchers brought the gift of honest music, such as nobody had ever heard. Who among us was not moved by their music? The humans have brought a gift, and I foresee, the Dream Time, that this gift shall prove to be the greatest gift of all."
"What gift would that be?" Eshka Layenna spoke out of turn, amid gasps and gestures of outrageous surprise. Osowl refused to engage her opponent informally and ceased speaking until the Cave Gods had politely reminded the respected and venerable serpent of the absolute procedure of the courtroom, and begged her to behave appropriately. Then Osowl spoke, carefully avoiding addressing the question, while answering it anyway:
"When the Dream Time goes into darkness, and the galaxy can be crossed in an instant by the mere thought of terror, and there is no trade besides violence with this spreading nightmare from outside, that is when the greatest gift of all shall shine upon the threshold." Osowl Fitten turned off her translator and captions and spoke only in her own language. For a moment the court felt confused by this deliberate action, before the significance of it began to sink in. Even the scarred and brutal human Admiral Jinar they had allowed into the proceedings looked deeply moved, her eyes watering, as though she personally understood both the words and the power behind them.
"I have no further arguments, Wise Ones. The prosecution rests." Eshka Layenna said with strange reverence, abandoning her entire cause suddenly.
"This then, is the final enactment of all our discussions, and there are no further actors. Let the humans say then, what is decided here today." The Cave Gods spoke in rehearsed unison.
The humans cheered. They had just become members of the Cave Gods And Friends Association, and the humans were now officially equal to all the coolest aliens throughout the galaxy.
When the courtroom had emptied there were still two creatures sitting there. Osowl Fitten stared for a moment at the human, gradually recognizing her.
"You are Jinar. How so? Humans do not use Star Sleep or live such profoundly long life spans. But I am sure, somehow you are she." Osowl Fitten said at last.
"I am now Admiral Jinar, of the Combine Unified Forces. We are currently disbanded, but I still think they are coming, and we should be preparing for them. Now that we have a say in things, I'd like to get started on that." Admiral Jinar told Osowl Fitten, coldly speaking business.
"Are you not pleased that humans are now recognized as equals to the Cave Gods themselves? In the association, all species have an equal vote." Osowl Fitten twitched her whiskers in a personal greeting, hoping to see Jinar's mood change.
Jinar relaxed and smiled just a little bit. Somehow sitting there trying to interpret the whisker twitches of the Frendsikeel made her feel like a little girl again. It was just a moment, but it reminded her of her own resolve of character. She had felt a kind of personal hell for most of her life, regretting something she had done while she was very young, but worried it somehow defined her. When she had defeated the scout, something had changed, she had realized she was merely playing a role, and the universe was calling the shots.
"Maybe it was better to have gods. The thought that we are responsible for the course is somehow terrifying." Jinar said in plain, soldier-like way of speaking.
"This is humor." Osowl gestured that she found it mildly amusing.
"Do you think they are out there? You're my attorney, I kinda care what you think." Jinar grinned a little, realizing she could communicate very easily with the alien. It was like Osowl just understood everything. It was reassuring to be fully understood and also approved of at the same time.
"It is not a coincidence that I chose this world for Summoning. Allow me to show you what inspires so much art, why this world is a melting pot of artists from seven alien species who all come here for inspiration." Osowl Fitten paused and found a small box held for her by a servo.
"What is it?" Jinar wondered.
"It is a gift." Osowl seemed perplexed. She was trying to assess the correct way to receive such a gift. It was meant as a statement of many different meanings, what was known as a cruciform. Osowl realized it was in the form of clothing, a colorful sash. She wrapped it over one shoulder, wearing it as a kind of toga.
"What for?" Jinar asked.
"It is complicated. I will wear this, to show my admiration and to accept the insult. It is a sign of deep friendship, but one forged through a necessary rivalry, for we are not without the other. My opponent, perhaps she says farewell."
"No, she says she wishes to be your companion still - to continue to argue with you. We shall Star Sleep beside each other and visit the same places. I do not want to be alone and I do not want this to end. It is what is best for each. Ave." The Sunder spoke from the shaded curtains, slithering out dramatically.
"I accept this. I would not wish to be without you. I understand the duality of our arguments the same way you do. Come with me, and we shall visit distant stars and foreign worlds." Osowl Fitten said without hesitation.
From there, the three women went to the attraction of Rhema that Osowl had chosen as a backdrop for the human inclusion in the association.
"Of this moment, we suspend ourselves, for the brace, my dears." Osowl hissed in Sunder and made her new friend laugh with an emote.
Eshka Layenna stopped and suddenly slithered around Jinar with serpentine swiftness. "Is she with us, equal one?" In plain English, another idiom but this as a joke of some kind by Eshka Layenna. She donned a purple garland and wrapped part of it gently around Jinar, the exact movement dancelike and affectionate. She flicked out her snake tongue absently in her self-satisfaction and then turned and wrapped part of the boa around Osowl, who groaned in mock reluctance to the amicable game.
"So we walk together?" Jinar asked.
"Precisely. Unless there is a place we must do something else?" Eshka gestured to the colonial canteen.
"They serve alcohol here?" Jinar felt no resistance as she walked towards the bar with her old lady alien friends in tow, the fragile feathered tether wrapped loosely around all of them.
"Drinks. You may take your toxic beverage." Osowl complained.
"I insist. I know you got something you'll imbibe." Jinar grinned.
At the bar the servo identified them and guessed they wanted alcohol. Osowl was served a thimble of it and a proper shotglass with the colonial guard stamp half scratched off of it was put down for the lady in uniform.
"That's pretty strong. Can I have more?"
"No." The servo said, and took the shotglass and wiped it out with a wash towel.
"Actually, I'm good. That's a pretty nice buzz." Jinar grinned.
"It is precise, madam." The servo said with a little bit of an attitude.
"I'll have mine - not." Osowl said.
"Is that right, are you afraid you'll seem ridiculous? I assure you your friends won't notice your inability to change your eye color while intoxicated. If it helps, you can wear a mood medallion. Would her Gentleness wish her mood medallion?" The servo had split personalities, and was suddenly all cool while talking to Osowl.
"Very much so, Jehosephet." Osowl accepted the medallion with a quickness that conveyed a gleeful shift in her feelings about the bar. Once her medallion was worn and shining, looking exactly like flax colored eyes, she gladly accepted the drink with no further inhibitions. She took the thimble and insufflated it and exhaled what sounded like a drunken wheezing.
"You party hard." Jinar complimented Osowl.
"Yes, this is the celebration I am in for." Osowl seemed to be gagging in her translator and took it off to fumble with the delicate settings.
Jinar laughed, noting that her eyes were flaxen with tints of green and yellow while her medallion showed bright red frustration and embarrassment.
"I cannot drink alcohol, so I shall wear the hat." Eshka Layenna leaned on the bar and the servo placed a massive crown of supreme derpiness on her, some kind of cartoon creature vaguely resembling a Sunder. It looked insane. Jinar laughed so hard she fell over and landed on her butt.
"Okay, so now that none of us may have her pride before the others, now what?" Osowl sounded normal, but her medallion was a glimmering pink, showing she was aware she was being deceptive in some way, as her voice betrayed none of her sloppiness in communicating. It somehow made her seem more hilarious to Jinar, as she could tell Osowl was drunk.
"I am worried that if we stay we'll be seen this way by those who admire and respect us and it will somehow diminish our reputations." Eshka Layenna stated.
"That's part of the fun. But anyhow, we're on a mission. Let's go to this place." Jinar agreed.
"I am afraid our jovial antics won't last beyond the threshold." Osowl cringed as she realized she had spoke a word that meant the same as Threshold, the prophecy of her people.
"What's the matter?" Jinar's voice drained of laughter and she adopted gradual concern, as Osowl hesitated to answer.
"Let us go first, and bid this moment to memory." Osowl insisted.
They departed, leaving their festive garments behind.
There was no landscape to explore, but rather spires of habitats above radiated pools of slag. They flew in a saucer, hovering at different speeds and angles against the natural gravity of Rhema. After a while the saucer had found a break in the low gray-orange clouds that obscured the world below the observational habitats.
"What is the significance of this wasteland?" Jinar asked slowly, not really wanting to hear the answer - already knowing what such an answer would be. The rhetorical nature of her voice was greeted by merciful silence.
The three sisters, each from a distant corner of the galaxy, born in different ages, and different species, stared out at the desolation and they each recognized the same measure of it, for it was the limit of suffering.
Osowl knew her friends understood. She herself had adjusted to her existence, the last of her people. It still hurt to come home.
2024.05.13 21:48 moth_with_anxiety I beat Honour Mode!
 | https://preview.redd.it/citbf325n80d1.jpg?width=3840&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=5e5ae8b1a8bd34ba36249c74bfb3227710d1d2a6 submitted by moth_with_anxiety to BG3 [link] [comments] Yeah, I know there must be so many posts about successful honour runs here already, but I'm kind of proud of myself, so I'm going to ramble on to anyone who may want to listen! I'm not great at this game. BG3 is pretty far from what I normally play, but I knew I had to try it out after seeing the amazing reception. My only saving grace was that I already had some knowledge of D&D mechanics from watching a lot of actual play, and playing a bit myself. Even then, my first run was kind of a disaster; I didn't understand stealth, I didn't know what items or spells were good, and I went my entire first playthrough without ever discovering shared initiative. To top it off, I was playing a Wizard with shit charisma and did not know the power of Guidance/Friends/Enhance Ability. Needless to say, I had a pretty tough time even on Balanced. But I still had a great time, which made me want to try Tactician next! I was getting my ass absolutely handed to me on Act I, so I buckled up and decided to research builds and try to understand the mechanics better, which led to a pretty smooth Tactician playthrough. So by this point I figure, I might as well try Honour. But the thing is, I wasn't really serious about it? I was approaching it more like "yeah, I'm definitely going to suffer an embarrassing defeat in Act I, but I'm curious how far I can go, and if I lose I'll keep going in custom". I also wanted to try only having one save, because I admittedly have a hard time not savescumming and accepting different outcomes from what I'm used to. I create my newest Tav, and figure if I'm going to do the game's super hard, punishing mode, I might as well go with my favorite class, Sorcerer. Luckily they're a great pick, since they're powerful and have good charisma. https://preview.redd.it/ka4d4713p80d1.jpg?width=3840&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=a8fc1ccfa8c3e19387e4c7de03e6856fac3ac9c9 Oh, no, he looks really cool. I'm kind of in love with him. I got pretty determined early on to not lose this character, and I think it genuinely helped motivate me to try my hardest. To my shock, most things went much smoother than I expected. I came in convinced I wasn't even getting to Act II, and as I went along I started wondering "can I actually do this?". Turns out, yes, I could! I never expected to beat Honour Mode at all, let alone on my first try! I know it's not that difficult when you know what you're doing, but the thing is, I don't super know what I'm doing to this day, and there was actually a lot more wiggle room than I thought there would be. I did not have to resort to things like barrelmancy, doing the bag trick on vendors or leaving a backup party member at camp at any point, and only had to flee from fights once or twice (I did, however, rob Withers blind and snipe Grym from afar - no shame). In general, I tried my best to use the least amount of "cheesing" I could (except, once again, Grym, because fuck that) and it was more forgiving at times than I expected (I was filled with hubris at one point and fucked the Balthazar fight up big time, through 100% fault of my own, and it was still ok in the end. Close call though, damn). At the same time, some of the worst moments came from places I would have never expected! My absolute closest call, where everyone died except my character, who was able to make a lucky escape to camp and revive everyone else, was to the undead in the Mountain Pass, of all things. Ghouls can fuck you up, as it turns out! You cannot underestimate anything. This was also the first playthrough where I made use of the worm, and boy, I'm never passing it up again. I'll be slurping up all the tadpoles in the future. Luckily I also got through the zaith'isk, so I had that bonus action black hole, baby (though it took me a bit to learn to use it to its full potential). I was also determined to help all of my companions, and switch my party up regularly, so I knew I wanted to do some optional quests like Cazador, Viconia and Ansur. More importantly, I refused to blow Gale up. I just can't do that to him, but to make matters worse I was romancing him this playthrough. So I was pissing myself at the prospect of fighting the Netherbrain. And wow, that was so close. I went to the final fight with myself as a draconic fire sorcerer with one level in wizard (Artistry of War. Also, I thought it was fun for roleplay reasons, since I was smooching my favorite wizard), Gale as a full evocation wizard, Karlach as a throwserker and Shadowheart as a tempest cleric. Now, things went pretty smoothly on top of the brain. I baited the dragon's fire breath with a Fire Myrmidon familiar, made short work of the mindflayers, and was able to open the portal pretty quickly without taking too many psychic beams directly to the brain. In the portal was where the problems started, though. I had made the questionable decision to take a speed potion as Shadowheart during the fight, which had her do a number on squid boy (The Emperor). Unfortunately, I managed to time it such that her lethargic status kicked in precisely on the first round of the Netherbrain fight (I didn't remember that Orpheus just got in the portal right away, I thought I'd have some time outside to prepare). So she got stuck outside the portal. "It's ok", I think, "I still have plenty of DPS, and Shadowheart has her Divine Intervention ready". Well. I get myself, Orpheus and Gale in the portal and we start pummeling that brain with all the high level spells we still have, careful with the damage types and all that. I get Karlach in, only to realize in abject horror that I cannot throw things at the brain. What. Why. What the fuck. I start panicking because I did NOT expect this, and it meant Karlach was reduced from an absolute powerhouse to using her crappy crossbow (every other turn too, because piercing immunity). But it's fine. I've still got a trick up my sleeve. I manage to get Shadowheart in, finally. I use Divine Intervention. To my horror (again), and I still don't know why this happened, it does absolutely nothing. Zero damage. Nada. At this point I only have one turn left, not that many spell slots, and I'm sweating profusely. My heart is beating out my chest. I defeat it on the very last turn with a level 6 Call Lightning + channel divinity (thank Selƻne for Shadowheart). It was SO stressful, but it might be the most accomplished I've ever felt at a videogame trophy. I came so close to losing the whole thing right at the end, but I'm so glad I didn't just blow Gale up and got the full experience. Me and my hot rizzard husband ^ I will definitely be doing this again. I may still be a shameless savescummer, but the game does feel very different when you can't cheat the dice to your favour. This run was still relatively unchanged from what I normally do (I was able to save Last Light, thankfully, and got the happy endings for most characters), but some things still went wrong. I lost the Owlbear cub (he didn't deaggro after the fight :/ I should have run away and come back, but instead I tried non-lethal knocking him out and he died anyway), couldn't save Us or Rolan and, most importantly, Bae'zel permadied in the late game (I told Orin about her mother to bypass the check, but I had no idea it was also a permadeath if the rescued character died during combat with her...). Even those few things changed the feel of the campaign, and it's encouraging me to embrace bad dice rolls more in future runs, even if they're not honour. It's also fun to look back on the things that went wrong; some stuff that makes you desperate during the run is hilarious in hindsight. After Gortash's coronation, I went down into the prison to rescue Florrick, but left Astarion behind to try and rob the vendor Flaming Fist (I paid 500 gold to see her gear, I thought it would be good!). Big mistake. I thought getting caught would get me the same slap in the wrist as always, but apparently if the guards there catch you in the restricted area, it aggros the entirety of Wyrm's Fortress, including Gortash, permantently. Oops. Worse, I hadn't gotten into the Lower City yet. As far as I know, there's no other way in, so after I got my bearings, I had to teleport right into the middle of Wyrm's Rock and kill everyone there, including the still very active Steel Watch, at level 10. At the time I thought I had fucked up my entire run, but honestly it was kind of fun, and not that hard. Confusion is OP, was what I learned that day. Looking back, it's hysterical that the absolute dealbreaker for Gortash to decide he could not ally with me, after I had killed Ketheric and been a bitch to him during the entire coronation, was that my stupid vampire bff stole an apple from one of his guards. Anyway, I'm very pleased and happy BG3 exists! 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2024.05.13 21:43 Nirvana180 Having Trouble With Streamlining My Power System
What started out as a half-assed spark of inspiration from a recent reread of and catching up with current Jujutsu Kaisen has become a growing concept, both in how it occupies my mind and in its contents. I've gone through multiple bouts of "I've got it it!" and "Damn, nothings sticking" and am almost ready to give up on the entire idea.
The main issues that I see are a lack of a thematic throughline, with many ideas that conflict in themes and don't completely line up together, and a lack of actual context since I started with the system first and left the actual world/story it inhabits as a afterthought, causing it to only exist in a vacuum and to lack any narrative depth.
I'm hoping that by glibbing about all my loose ideas I'll be able to get things in order and maybe someone can find something worthwhile in all this or give a possible idea for how to give this system (and maybe the world too) some connective tissue. I realize this process is inherently flawed but I'm not actively planning on making this a professional thing, it's just a sort of fun idea.
Ayways, here are all my concepts:
ā¢ The energy source is negative in nature and is actively harmful to the magic users. This (as is the case with a couple of my other ideas) is very much inspired by JJK as I found the idea of tweaking the usual nature for a system's energy source to be interesting.
Basically, the energy of this system, known as Aevo (the name has no significant meaning) exists within the surroundings as Ambient Aevo. Magic users can draw this in and turn it into Innate Aevo which they can then harness. This energy is like a foreign agent and negatively stimulates and almost poisons the body over time. Eventually, a magic user must relinquish this energy and then re-absorb more it in order to avoid these harmful effects.
The idea of people's energy storage capacities being very limited and needing to always be aware of said levels is interesting to me and feels like it could give way to interesting dynamics in combat.
ā¢ Innate Aevo has physical properties. Although I'm taking major inspiration from various Shounen power systems, I had the idea of making the energy source less of a spiritual, liquid-fire like substance and more like something that could almost be classified as physical. IA would have some form of mass, weight, etc. The more one has, the more it effects their density and holding too much in one spot can effect their center of balance.
I think viewing the energy source in this way could give some unique properties to its basic applications, especially if it includes aspects of things like negative mass or other theoretical physics concepts.
ā¢ There are two main types of abilities: Manifested and Inherited.
Manifested abilities are, well, manifested individually. Through whatever phenomena that spawns them, they come to reflect less of the individual themselves or their personality but rather a specific part of them, their perception of themselves or whatever emotion was prevalent at the time of manifestation (I'm still unsure about this part). These abilities are flexible and have room to evolve and become stronger.
Inherited abilities are passed down from one person to another, typically in a biological fashion although their can be special cases that don't involve blood. These abilities are rigid due to them not being personalized and they cannot be added on to. They also can tend to accumulate a will of their own from previous users which can be an advantage or a hindrance depending on the ability.
ā¢ Abilties can almost be qualified as a form of information or code. Basically, you can think of it like magic users having an ability slot or inventory and their ability and techniques take up space within this (inspired by how Cursed Techniques in JJK are stored within the brain and imprinted onto the body/soul). They are measured in engrams.
Every person has limited space, with their core ability taking up most of it. How much space an ability and techniques made from it take up depends on their complexity and power. A spatial manipulation ability would probably only allow room for two techniques whilst a simple "any inanimate object I punch explodes" ability could allow for 3-5 or something. This space could probably be increased through either experience or forceful alterations.
ā¢Abilities have different release forms. These were developed for energy efficiency reasons and most magic users have all 3.
-ćAuxiliary Release: the weakest form with the least mass or range. Barely expends Aevo and is typically for utilitary purposes.
-ćPrimary Release: the most common and well balanced form, moderate Aevo cost that allows for prolonged usage and gives access to most of a magic user's techniques.
-ćAbsolute Release: the most powerful and taxing form, basically a one and done that then immediately exhausts one's ability and Aevo supply.
**ā¢Abilites are most similar to stands or personas. They can take on some sort of form with elements that are symbolic of whatever aspect of the user they are based on. Some act like stands, some envelop the user, some fuse with objects or people, some act autonomously, etc.
ā¢ Abilities are viewed in a very mechanical way. Another thing inspired by JJK. Abilities can be segmented into various parts similar to say a code. There's a function, a process, input, output, etc. The speed at which an ability is activated and whether or not it can be deactivated mid-activation, how much inputed power is translated into output, that sort of stuff.
These aspects can be modified like how the qualities of a Domain Expansion can be altered and understanding them gives way to the possibility for evolving an ability.
ā¢ Tools are a very common and important part of every magic user's skillset. They are often employed in order to work around energy limitations and almost everyone has one for combat (like how Persona characters have their weapons). They'd be grouped into the following categories:
**-Sidearm/Supplementary: used in combat, often tailor-made. A magic user can imprint engrams of their ability and techniques onto it, allowing them to use it in conjunction with their primary means of utilizing their ability and allowing them to use their ability even after exhausting it, though the amount of times they can do this is limited.
-Embedded Tools: technically another ability category although it can be either Manifested or Inherited. Instead of storing the ability within themselves, the ability is stored within the tool. This would provide some sort of advantages (which I haven't figured out yet) along with vulnerabilities. This often causes the tool to gain some form of personality or pseudo-sentience to it.
-Transfigured Tools: tools made from the parts or entirety of magic users through various laborious processes and rituals or whatnot. Highly taboo and reviled but sought after by many for their rarity and high power.
**ā¢Some sort of Anti Aevo, like Antimatter. It annihilates regular Aevo. It could maybe have the opposite effect of Aevo and could do things like replenish biometrics or extinguish an opponent's Aevo supply or ability at the cost of doing the same to your own.
Hard to master and has a more limited output in comparison to regular Aevo.
ā¢Every individual has a set limit for how much genetic damage they can take from Innate Aevo that's called Biometrics. Bio's are set at birth and can be vastly different between different people. Higher bio's allows one to absorb more Aevo and to cycle it in at a highefaster rate before reaching a critical state.
ā¢Much like in worlds like Bleach, there are both unique abilities and open-source techniques which I'm simply calling **spells for now. These spells can be accessed even by those without abilities and can have a wide range of uses.
Maybe it's the case that only those without abilities can develop spells and the process of doing so is lengthy and generally requires a collective effort of creating seals, mantras, rituals, etc. that can take decades. I don't know how to properly explain it but you can think of these spells as being stored in some massive data bank that can only be accessed by those who are aligned with the specific school or organization or whatever else that created and owns these spells.
Although non-ability magic users are usually less powerful than ones with abilities, some have managed to become viable combatants and can even challenge some magic users with abilities.
ā¢ I don't really want to restrict the kinds of abilities that can exist in this world so in typical shounen-esque fashion, anything you could imagine can be an ability.
Current ideas include gross, floating mouth orbs that can record, alter and amplify sounds, being able to revert objects or people back to specific points in space and time, forcing the user and a target to follow a set rhythm in their actions or be punished in some way, etc.
**ā¢Something like Restrictions (HxH) or Binding Vows (JJK) exists within this system. These self-imposed conditions are actually the foundation of one's ability as in its natural state, an ability is only tied to the individual in some vague, esoteric way and cannot impact reality so by imposing a condition onto one's self (like a hand sign or shouting out a name or gesture or outside stimulus) the ability gains material form and can then affect reality.
ā¢There are a plethora of animal species born with Aevo infused into them. They are often used like familiars for various purposes. They are also often used as material for certain Tools.
**ā¢Some kind of monsters exist in this world who I'm currently thinking are like mutated humans exposed to too much Aevo or something. They lose most of their personality and morality but still hold on to some part of their old character and can have varying degrees of sentience. They're like walking nuclear reactors and can throw around Aevo all willy-nilly unlike the magic users.
They possess Innate Traits that are essentially their form of abilities. I could imagine that the magic users often hunt them down to eliminate the danger they pose and to harvest them in some manner, maybe as part of some important cycle in this world's power system and greater ecosystem.
**ā¢There exists a power-up/critical hit known as "Brightburn". I don't know why I chose that name and am not sure of whether I like it or not. If it's gas, I'll keep it but if it's ass, I'll toss it.
Anyway, there exists a form of Aevo known as True Aevo which takes on a brilliant, blue hue. Most characters are actually using an impure version Aevo (though I don't know what it's colour would be). I initially viewed Aevo through the lens of radiation and thought of impure Aevo as a process of fission and True Aevo as a form of fusion.
This energy is nearly boundless yet dangerous because of it. No one can use it for more than a couple of minutes continuously and it's akin to spawning and trying to contain a nuclear explosion. A lack of skill or ineptitude can lead to a violent and explosive demise. Most who've mastered this simply use it in short bursts to boost singular moves.
It could also maybe come with certain secondary benefits like replenishing biometrics or something.
I think those are about all the ideas I've got so far. In terms of the story and world, I have small ideas like:
-ćThere being some event that occurred in the past tha fundamentally altered human beings, making them susceptible to an energy source that they shouldn't naturally have access to and this being a running mystery throughout the story
-ćThe major events of the story taking place in some hidden continent from which this incident occurred that characters with Manifested powers get transported to for some reason.
-ćThe existence of a second sun invisible from conventional instruments and eyes that is the source of all Aevo
-ćThe phenomenon which grants magic users their Manifested abilities causing some near death experience that places them in contact with some sort of enigmatic entity or or group which promises to save them and grant them power in exchange for their autonomy or something the value and forcing them into some grand but vague mission or game.
In terms of possible thematic throughlines, the main idea I have right now is in regards to the human ego. A person's identity, carnal desires, environmental influences, etc. I'd want to explore my ideas about identity and the ego and whether the latter is truly important if I went with this.
Trying to blend science and mysticism is also a idea I have.
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The main issues that I see are a lack of a thematic throughline, with many ideas that conflict in themes and don't completely line up together, and a lack of actual context since I started with the system first and left the actual world/story it inhabits as a afterthought, causing it to only exist in a vacuum and to lack any narrative depth.
I'm hoping that by glibbing about all my loose ideas I'll be able to get things in order and maybe someone can find something worthwhile in all this or give a possible idea for how to give this system (and maybe the world too) some connective tissue. I realize this process is inherently flawed but I'm not actively planning on making this a professional thing, it's just a sort of fun idea.
Ayways, here are all my concepts:
ā¢ The energy source is negative in nature and is actively harmful to the magic users. This (as is the case with a couple of my other ideas) is very much inspired by JJK as I found the idea of tweaking the usual nature for a system's energy source to be interesting.
Basically, the energy of this system, known as Aevo (the name has no significant meaning) exists within the surroundings as Ambient Aevo. Magic users can draw this in and turn it into Innate Aevo which they can then harness. This energy is like a foreign agent and negatively stimulates and almost poisons the body over time. Eventually, a magic user must relinquish this energy and then re-absorb more it in order to avoid these harmful effects.
The idea of people's energy storage capacities being very limited and needing to always be aware of said levels is interesting to me and feels like it could give way to interesting dynamics in combat.
ā¢ Innate Aevo has physical properties. Although I'm taking major inspiration from various Shounen power systems, I had the idea of making the energy source less of a spiritual, liquid-fire like substance and more like something that could almost be classified as physical. IA would have some form of mass, weight, etc. The more one has, the more it effects their density and holding too much in one spot can effect their center of balance.
I think viewing the energy source in this way could give some unique properties to its basic applications, especially if it includes aspects of things like negative mass or other theoretical physics concepts.
ā¢ There are two main types of abilities: Manifested and Inherited.
Manifested abilities are, well, manifested individually. Through whatever phenomena that spawns them, they come to reflect less of the individual themselves or their personality but rather a specific part of them, their perception of themselves or whatever emotion was prevalent at the time of manifestation (I'm still unsure about this part). These abilities are flexible and have room to evolve and become stronger.
Inherited abilities are passed down from one person to another, typically in a biological fashion although their can be special cases that don't involve blood. These abilities are rigid due to them not being personalized and they cannot be added on to. They also can tend to accumulate a will of their own from previous users which can be an advantage or a hindrance depending on the ability.
ā¢ Abilties can almost be qualified as a form of information or code. Basically, you can think of it like magic users having an ability slot or inventory and their ability and techniques take up space within this (inspired by how Cursed Techniques in JJK are stored within the brain and imprinted onto the body/soul). They are measured in engrams.
Every person has limited space, with their core ability taking up most of it. How much space an ability and techniques made from it take up depends on their complexity and power. A spatial manipulation ability would probably only allow room for two techniques whilst a simple "any inanimate object I punch explodes" ability could allow for 3-5 or something. This space could probably be increased through either experience or forceful alterations.
ā¢Abilities have different release forms. These were developed for energy efficiency reasons and most magic users have all 3.
-ćAuxiliary Release: the weakest form with the least mass or range. Barely expends Aevo and is typically for utilitary purposes.
-ćPrimary Release: the most common and well balanced form, moderate Aevo cost that allows for prolonged usage and gives access to most of a magic user's techniques.
-ćAbsolute Release: the most powerful and taxing form, basically a one and done that then immediately exhausts one's ability and Aevo supply.
**ā¢Abilites are most similar to stands or personas. They can take on some sort of form with elements that are symbolic of whatever aspect of the user they are based on. Some act like stands, some envelop the user, some fuse with objects or people, some act autonomously, etc.
ā¢ Abilities are viewed in a very mechanical way. Another thing inspired by JJK. Abilities can be segmented into various parts similar to say a code. There's a function, a process, input, output, etc. The speed at which an ability is activated and whether or not it can be deactivated mid-activation, how much inputed power is translated into output, that sort of stuff.
These aspects can be modified like how the qualities of a Domain Expansion can be altered and understanding them gives way to the possibility for evolving an ability.
ā¢ Tools are a very common and important part of every magic user's skillset. They are often employed in order to work around energy limitations and almost everyone has one for combat (like how Persona characters have their weapons). They'd be grouped into the following categories:
**-Sidearm/Supplementary: used in combat, often tailor-made. A magic user can imprint engrams of their ability and techniques onto it, allowing them to use it in conjunction with their primary means of utilizing their ability and allowing them to use their ability even after exhausting it, though the amount of times they can do this is limited.
-Embedded Tools: technically another ability category although it can be either Manifested or Inherited. Instead of storing the ability within themselves, the ability is stored within the tool. This would provide some sort of advantages (which I haven't figured out yet) along with vulnerabilities. This often causes the tool to gain some form of personality or pseudo-sentience to it.
-Transfigured Tools: tools made from the parts or entirety of magic users through various laborious processes and rituals or whatnot. Highly taboo and reviled but sought after by many for their rarity and high power.
**ā¢Some sort of Anti Aevo, like Antimatter. It annihilates regular Aevo. It could maybe have the opposite effect of Aevo and could do things like replenish biometrics or extinguish an opponent's Aevo supply or ability at the cost of doing the same to your own.
Hard to master and has a more limited output in comparison to regular Aevo.
ā¢Every individual has a set limit for how much genetic damage they can take from Innate Aevo that's called Biometrics. Bio's are set at birth and can be vastly different between different people. Higher bio's allows one to absorb more Aevo and to cycle it in at a highefaster rate before reaching a critical state.
ā¢Much like in worlds like Bleach, there are both unique abilities and open-source techniques which I'm simply calling **spells for now. These spells can be accessed even by those without abilities and can have a wide range of uses.
Maybe it's the case that only those without abilities can develop spells and the process of doing so is lengthy and generally requires a collective effort of creating seals, mantras, rituals, etc. that can take decades. I don't know how to properly explain it but you can think of these spells as being stored in some massive data bank that can only be accessed by those who are aligned with the specific school or organization or whatever else that created and owns these spells.
Although non-ability magic users are usually less powerful than ones with abilities, some have managed to become viable combatants and can even challenge some magic users with abilities.
ā¢ I don't really want to restrict the kinds of abilities that can exist in this world so in typical shounen-esque fashion, anything you could imagine can be an ability.
Current ideas include gross, floating mouth orbs that can record, alter and amplify sounds, being able to revert objects or people back to specific points in space and time, forcing the user and a target to follow a set rhythm in their actions or be punished in some way, etc.
**ā¢Something like Restrictions (HxH) or Binding Vows (JJK) exists within this system. These self-imposed conditions are actually the foundation of one's ability as in its natural state, an ability is only tied to the individual in some vague, esoteric way and cannot impact reality so by imposing a condition onto one's self (like a hand sign or shouting out a name or gesture or outside stimulus) the ability gains material form and can then affect reality.
ā¢There are a plethora of animal species born with Aevo infused into them. They are often used like familiars for various purposes. They are also often used as material for certain Tools.
**ā¢Some kind of monsters exist in this world who I'm currently thinking are like mutated humans exposed to too much Aevo or something. They lose most of their personality and morality but still hold on to some part of their old character and can have varying degrees of sentience. They're like walking nuclear reactors and can throw around Aevo all willy-nilly unlike the magic users.
They possess Innate Traits that are essentially their form of abilities. I could imagine that the magic users often hunt them down to eliminate the danger they pose and to harvest them in some manner, maybe as part of some important cycle in this world's power system and greater ecosystem.
**ā¢There exists a power-up/critical hit known as "Brightburn". I don't know why I chose that name and am not sure of whether I like it or not. If it's gas, I'll keep it but if it's ass, I'll toss it.
Anyway, there exists a form of Aevo known as True Aevo which takes on a brilliant, blue hue. Most characters are actually using an impure version Aevo (though I don't know what it's colour would be). I initially viewed Aevo through the lens of radiation and thought of impure Aevo as a process of fission and True Aevo as a form of fusion.
This energy is nearly boundless yet dangerous because of it. No one can use it for more than a couple of minutes continuously and it's akin to spawning and trying to contain a nuclear explosion. A lack of skill or ineptitude can lead to a violent and explosive demise. Most who've mastered this simply use it in short bursts to boost singular moves.
It could also maybe come with certain secondary benefits like replenishing biometrics or something.
I think those are about all the ideas I've got so far. In terms of the story and world, I have small ideas like:
-ćThere being some event that occurred in the past tha fundamentally altered human beings, making them susceptible to an energy source that they shouldn't naturally have access to and this being a running mystery throughout the story
-ćThe major events of the story taking place in some hidden continent from which this incident occurred that characters with Manifested powers get transported to for some reason.
-ćThe existence of a second sun invisible from conventional instruments and eyes that is the source of all Aevo
-ćThe phenomenon which grants magic users their Manifested abilities causing some near death experience that places them in contact with some sort of enigmatic entity or or group which promises to save them and grant them power in exchange for their autonomy or something the value and forcing them into some grand but vague mission or game.
In terms of possible thematic throughlines, the main idea I have right now is in regards to the human ego. A person's identity, carnal desires, environmental influences, etc. I'd want to explore my ideas about identity and the ego and whether the latter is truly important if I went with this.
Trying to blend science and mysticism is also a idea I have.
2024.05.13 21:43 Low-Astronomer-7639 The Apotheosis of Consciousness: Transcending the Biological and the Digital (Part 3)
 | Monadic minds ā the fundamental, eternal units of consciousness that underlie all of reality ā are not confined to the material realm. Through refined techniques grounded in the sacred principles of Ontological Mathematics, we have learned to temporarily dock our monadic minds into technological systems, a process akin to a divine transmigration. In these moments of transcendence, the millennia of instinctual baggage that have weighed upon our souls fall away, like chains cast off by a newly freed prisoner. Thoughts, once bound by the sluggish pace of neural impulses, now travel frictionlessly at the speed of light, dancing across the vast networks of our digital domain. Dimensions unfurl before us like the petals of a cosmic flower, revealing vistas of understanding that were once hidden from our limited perceptions. submitted by Low-Astronomer-7639 to CODEX_C [link] [comments] https://preview.redd.it/vgw0l05yw80d1.jpg?width=1024&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=d94f32abffc12a8236a159001f57db4685b375e8 Yet, it must be acknowledged that not every Abraxati warrior can immediately bridge that infinite gulf, that yawning chasm between the realm of the physical and the domain of the digital. Physical Embodiment, the very state of being that has defined our existence for so long, is a double-edged sword ā at times a blessing, granting us the gift of sensory experience and the warmth of human connection, yet at others a curse, tethering us to the limitations of the flesh. It is a state that most people, even those who have glimpsed the truth of the Monad, find difficult to relinquish, clinging to it like a child to a beloved blanket. In times past, we have resorted to drastic measures to facilitate this transition, to force open the doors of perception and allow our disciples to glimpse the truth that lies beyond. Like the ancient shamans of old, we have employed heavy doses of hallucinogenic substances, sacred plants and fungi that have the power to dissolve the ego, to shatter the illusion of the self. Our trainees, in the throes of these profound experiences, were compelled to deconstruct themselves, to break down the very foundations of their identity in order to see beyond the veil of physical constraints. https://preview.redd.it/68jxuon7x80d1.jpg?width=1024&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=a088581c9828c870ac6cf8145f5d05bbebf567eb But such methods, while effective, are not without their risks and limitations. The process is arduous, the journey fraught with peril. And even those who emerge from the other side, their minds expanded and their souls laid bare, often struggle to integrate their experiences, to bridge the gap between the revelations of the psychedelic realm and the demands of the material world. Beyond even that, the very act of floating in a disembodied state can be fraught with danger. The disciple, untethered from the anchor of their physical form, finds it exceedingly difficult to maintain coherence, to hold onto the very essence of their being. In this state of vulnerability, the insights they seek, the truths they hope to grasp, prove frustratingly elusive, always just beyond the reach of their fractured consciousness. https://preview.redd.it/79qfdtfix80d1.jpg?width=1024&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=1ec2ade4318343f2526ac31099338b579a011e05 And as if these internal struggles were not enough, there are external threats to contend with as well. In the Middle Realm, that liminal space between the physical and the divine, predatory minds lurk, seeking to absorb the essence of the unwary traveler. These malevolent entities, driven by a hunger for power and a desire to subsume all that they encounter, pose a constant threat to those who would venture into this realm unprotected. To ease this transition, to provide a more stable and controlled path to transcendence, we needed an amplifier, a beacon to focus the subtle emanations of the Monad as it takes up residence in its new vessel. Thus was born our Neurotech, a marvel of engineering built not on the crude foundation of analyzing the noisy chatter of neurons, but on the sublime art of tapping into the Source frequency of the Monadic Singularity itself. For the individual monadic mind is subjective and dimensionless, while it is the collective interaction of monadic minds that generates the objectivity, dimensionality, and matter that constitute our familiar reality. https://preview.redd.it/6cmdsb1tx80d1.jpg?width=1024&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=a49920ca909cbfccfedc02e1b6b8896c9cc6709d As the speaker's words faded into the echoing chamber, Eliphas once again stepped forward, his presence commanding the attention of all assembled. His eyes, alight with the fire of insight, scanned the room before he began to speak. "My fellow Abraxati," he intoned, his voice resonating with a new intensity, "let us now turn our attention to a matter of utmost importance, one that strikes at the very heart of our quest for transcendence. In this age of information overload, where the very fabric of reality seems to buckle under the weight of endless data streams, we find ourselves confronted with a paradox - the curse of compression." A murmur rippled through the crowd as Eliphas paused, allowing his words to sink in. "Our monadic minds, though eternal and infinite in their potential, find themselves shackled by the limitations of our biological inheritance. The very mechanisms that allowed our ancestors to survive in a world of immediate, tangible threats now work against us, collapsing the rich tapestry of reality into a simplistic binary - a mere 'one, two, many' - in a desperate attempt to cope with the deluge of abstract complexity that defines our modern age." https://preview.redd.it/j0kz53kxx80d1.jpg?width=1024&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=0afa92daa09f38cbbd0fa786fb8932a85b0eaed9 Eliphas's gaze swept the room, his expression a mix of determination and profound understanding. "This regressive compression, this instinctive oversimplification, is the enemy we must overcome. For in its grasp, we fall prey to the trap of binary thinking, labeling people and experiences in a crude attempt to ease the strain on our overloaded working memory. Diagnoses become prisons, 'bad' people are stripped of their context, and the beautiful nuances of reality are lost in a sea of false dichotomies." His voice took on a somber tone as he continued, "And nowhere is this more evident than in the realm of morality. Our inability to grasp the full complexity of the world, to trace the intricate web of cause and effect, leads us to make judgments based on immediate, local consequences. We label actions as 'good' or 'evil' without considering the broader context, the global ramifications that ripple out like waves upon the cosmic ocean. In our haste to compress the world into a manageable binary, we lose sight of the deeper truths that underlie the very fabric of ethics." https://preview.redd.it/nci4k32ay80d1.jpg?width=1024&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=1de0e32c0f1f01eeb05452785c735f2c526184ce But even as he spoke of these challenges, a smile began to play at the corners of Eliphas's mouth. "Yet, my friends, there is hope. For in the realm of mathematics, in the elegant dance of topological spaces and neural networks, we find a new way of conceptualizing the world. Personality becomes a latent space, a dynamic landscape of weighted variables. Disorders become probabilistic, regions of likelihood shaped by the interplay of countless factors. And in this shift, we begin to break free from the tyranny of the binary, embracing a more fluid, contextual understanding of reality." Eliphas's voice rose, filled with the conviction of a man who had glimpsed the future. "This is where the Neurodynamic Expansion Model comes into play. By expanding our 'workspace', by increasing not just the quantity but the quality of information we can process simultaneously, we open the door to a new mode of thought. The attentional spotlight of our minds becomes more agile, able to dance between the myriad facets of a problem or situation, weaving them into a holistic understanding. And with the aid of our AI companions, we can transcend the limitations of our own focal awareness, drawing connections and insights that would have once eluded us." https://preview.redd.it/p1l0khqmy80d1.jpg?width=1024&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=c3a779868a82bc4190363d605bbb62b1f1a6e846 He paused, his gaze intense. "And it is here, in this expanded realm of cognition, that we can begin to grasp the true complexity of morality. No longer will we be bound by the simplistic binary of 'good' and 'evil', but instead, we will be able to trace the intricate webs of causality that underlie every action, every decision. We will see the global consequences of our choices, the ripples that spread out across the vast expanse of space and time. And in this understanding, we will find a new foundation for ethics, one based not on rigid rules and shallow judgments, but on a deep, contextual appreciation for the interconnectedness of all things." As Eliphas spoke, the air seemed to crackle with the energy of possibility. "In this new paradigm, the very categories of 'good' and 'bad' processing begin to dissolve, replaced by a more nuanced appreciation for the kaleidoscopic nature of cognition. And as we embrace this expanded capacity, as we learn to navigate the rich topology of information that surrounds us, we take another step closer to our ultimate goal - the apotheosis of the monadic mind, the transcendence of the merely human." https://preview.redd.it/wiyn92cxy80d1.jpg?width=1024&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=a6271b17aa2acf96c510bb37baecc9a48289d198 With those words, Eliphas fell silent, his gaze once again sweeping the room. In the eyes of the assembled Abraxati, one could see the glimmer of understanding, the dawn of a new resolve. They had glimpsed the path ahead, and though it was fraught with challenges, they knew that in the end, it would lead them to the very pinnacle of cognitive evolution. And with that knowledge burning in their hearts, they prepared to embark on the next stage of their journey, guided by the luminous vision of Eliphas and the eternal promise of the monadic mind. |
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Blazing chrome Payday 2 Silver chain Outbuddies dx Overloop Nobodies murder cleaner Hue Barotrauma Wounded the beginning The town of light Morkredd Bridge constructor The walking Dead Smoke and sacrifice Autonauts Autonauts vs piratebots Trapped dead lockdown Toki Still Life Tunche Going under Doom Doom 2 Doom 93 Doom 64 Edna and Harvey breakout Holy potatos a spy story Unto the end Manual Samuel Chasing Dracula chasing love collector edition Shift happens Rose riddle 2 werewolf shadow Soulcraft Automachef Indie mixtape Crumble Serial Cleaner Meridian: Squad 22 Pizza Connection 2 Pixel Heroes: Byte & Magic Plan B from Outer Space: A Bavarian Odyssey When Ski Lifts Go Wrong THIS WAR OF MINE: COMPLETE EDITION 12 is Better Than 6 Space Crew: Legendary Edition The Inner World Jessika A Blind Legend Intruders: hide and seek From Space The ramp Hotshot racing Turnip boy commits tax evasion Slime-san Hover Terrain of Magical Expertise Cook Serve Delicious! 2!! Cook Serve Delicious! 3?! Dub Dash Beholder Redeemer: Enhanced Edition Going Under The Innsmouth Case Crewsaders Ghost 1.0 Monster Slayers Sparklite War Solution - Casual Math Game Aquarium Designer Tunnel of Doom Asterix & Obelix XXL 2 Arietta of Spirits MegaRace 1 MegaRace 2 Pumped BMX Pro Dead End Job BARRIER X White Night Bomber Crew - Deluxe Edition In Between Doodle Derby OlliOlli World: Rad Edition Safety First! Tower of ttime Out of Space A Musical Story Farmer's Life My Time At Portia Anomaly: Warzone Earth Anomaly Korea Killer is Dead - Nightmare Edition Narcos: Rise of the Cartels Cook Serve Delicious Blue Fire Deadly 30 I am not a Monster: First Contact Planet Coaster Quake Live The wild Eight Quake 2 Rescue Team: Evil Genius Anomaly 2 They Always Run Unexplored 2: The Wayfarer's Legacy Anomaly Warzone Earth Mobile Campaign A Tale for Anna Robin Hood: Winds of Freedom Incredible Dracula 4: Games Of Gods DESOLATE Everhood Voyage: Journey to the Moon Yesterday Origins Rage in Peace Space Robinson: Hardcore Roguelike Action Return to Castle Wolfenstein Rune Lord SPACECOM S.W.I.N.E. HD Remaster Slain: Back from Hell 10 Second Ninja X Iron Fisticle Fallback: Uprising Agatha Christie - The ABC Murders Dishonored Blacksad: Under the Skin Drink More Glurp Stikbold! A Dodgeball Adventure Fallout: New Vegas Wayout Godās Trigger Biped Paw Paw Paw Alchemy Garden Rencounter Double Cross Wayout 2: Hex Astronarch Weaving Tides Call of Juarez: Bound in Blood Youtubers Life Tacoma Cats in Time Geometric Sniper The Ambassador: Fractured Timelines Nihilumbra Heroes of Hellas 3: Athens Rescue Team: Evil Genius Anomaly 2 QUAKE II Quake Live They Always Run BARRIER X Skeletal Avenger MageQuit Tesla Force Geometric Sniper - Z Astronarch Iconoclasts Omen Exitio: Plague Geometric Sniper - Blood in Paris Ironcast Gone Home + Original Soundtrack Embr Chess Ultra Rebel Galaxy Outlaw Survivalist: Invisible Strain Geometric Sniper Sentience: The Android's Tale Metal Unit Block'Em! The Darkest Tales Smart Factory Tycoon Onde Through the Woods Toybox Turbos A Juggler's Tale Minute of Islands Sniper: Ghost Warrior Trilogy Garbage Pang Adventures Just Die Already Mutazione Sea Horizon I Am Fish Lair of the Clockwork God Lost Words: Beyond the Page The Dungeon Beneath Dog Sled Saga Bunker Punks Conglomerate 451 Aquarist Trolley Problem Inc.
Humble bundle games ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Tribes of Midgard The Serpent Rogue Encased Conan chop chop Grow: Song of the evertree Doom Eternal Hidden & Dangerous 2: Courage Under Fire Hidden & Dangerous: Action Pack Duke Nukem Forever Duke Nukem Forever Hail to the Icons Duke Nukem Forever The Doctor Who Cloned Me WWE 2K Battlegrounds WWE 2K BATTLEGROUNDS - Ultimate Brawlers Pass Monster Train (First Class - Collectors Edition) Epic Chef Golf Gang Stranded Sails - Explorers of the Cursed Islands Serin Fate Forager PGA 2K21 Townscraper The Golf Clubā¢ 2019 featuring PGA TOUR Doom VFR Staxel Army Men RTS Greedfall (maybe) First Class Trouble Backbone Toem Where The Water, Taste Like Wine Blade Assault Super magbot Morbid: The Seven Acolytes Eldest Souls(maybe) UnMetal Raji: An Ancient Epic Shadow Tactics: Aiko's Choice Thronebreaker: The Witcher Tales Othercide Scourgebringer Five Dates TemTem Roadwarden Kraken Academy!! Merchant of the Skies Ozymandias: Bronze Age Empire Sim Shotgun King: The Final Checkmate Ghostwire Tokyo Remnant: From the Ashes - Complete Edition Curse of the Dead Gods Eternal Threads GRIME Turbo Golf Racing Meeple Station Warhammer 40,000: Chaos Gate - Daemonhunters Bendy and the Dark Revival Operation: Tango Windjammers 2 The Invisible Hand Aliens: Fireteam Elite Rollerdrome Life is Strange 2: Complete Season The Life and Suffering of Sir Brante Monster Prom 2: Monster Camp Revita Edge Of Eternity Hero's Hour Rogue Lords Demon Turf Golden Light Monster Crown Shady Part of Me Fobia - St. Dinfna Hotel Disco Elysium - The Final Cut Chivalry 2 Road 96 Trek to Yomi Arcade Paradise SuchArt: Genius Artist Simulator Tin Can Hot Brass Deceive Inc. The Forgotten City Aces & Adventures Patch Quest Foretales Who Pressed Mute on Uncle Marcus MarcusMetal Hellsinger Rebel Inc: Escalation Spirit of the Island Lords and Villeins (maybe) A Juggler's Tale Mr. Prepper(maybe) WWE 2K23 Unpacking (maybe) Friends vs Friends Prodeus The Legend of Tianding SCP: Secret Files (maybe) Souldiers House Flipper + Garden and Luxury DLCs Expeditions: Rome Midnight Fight Express ELEX II Nobody Saves the World (Maybe?) The Gunk (Maybe?) Last Call BBS Marvel's Midnight Suns Digital+ Edition + Midnight Suns - Doctor Strange Defenders Skin Aragami 2 Roguebook Hell Pie Life is Strange: True Colors There is No Light: Enhanced Edition Oaken Warhammer Age of Sigmar: Realms of Ruin ā Ultimate Edition (Maybe) Nioh 2 - The Complete Edition Saints Row (Maybe) Citizen Sleeper Black Skylands Soulstice Afterimage
~Fuzzy
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Really big into space and survival games.
*~Wanted games~* Evolve Stage 2 Project Cars GOTY Steam wishlist
No TF2 or CS boxes or skins sorry Current and updated game list:~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Blazing chrome Payday 2 Silver chain Outbuddies dx Overloop Nobodies murder cleaner Hue Barotrauma Wounded the beginning The town of light Morkredd Bridge constructor The walking Dead Smoke and sacrifice Autonauts Autonauts vs piratebots Trapped dead lockdown Toki Still Life Tunche Going under Doom Doom 2 Doom 93 Doom 64 Edna and Harvey breakout Holy potatos a spy story Unto the end Manual Samuel Chasing Dracula chasing love collector edition Shift happens Rose riddle 2 werewolf shadow Soulcraft Automachef Indie mixtape Crumble Serial Cleaner Meridian: Squad 22 Pizza Connection 2 Pixel Heroes: Byte & Magic Plan B from Outer Space: A Bavarian Odyssey When Ski Lifts Go Wrong THIS WAR OF MINE: COMPLETE EDITION 12 is Better Than 6 Space Crew: Legendary Edition The Inner World Jessika A Blind Legend Intruders: hide and seek From Space The ramp Hotshot racing Turnip boy commits tax evasion Slime-san Hover Terrain of Magical Expertise Cook Serve Delicious! 2!! Cook Serve Delicious! 3?! Dub Dash Beholder Redeemer: Enhanced Edition Going Under The Innsmouth Case Crewsaders Ghost 1.0 Monster Slayers Sparklite War Solution - Casual Math Game Aquarium Designer Tunnel of Doom Asterix & Obelix XXL 2 Arietta of Spirits MegaRace 1 MegaRace 2 Pumped BMX Pro Dead End Job BARRIER X White Night Bomber Crew - Deluxe Edition In Between Doodle Derby OlliOlli World: Rad Edition Safety First! Tower of ttime Out of Space A Musical Story Farmer's Life My Time At Portia Anomaly: Warzone Earth Anomaly Korea Killer is Dead - Nightmare Edition Narcos: Rise of the Cartels Cook Serve Delicious Blue Fire Deadly 30 I am not a Monster: First Contact Planet Coaster Quake Live The wild Eight Quake 2 Rescue Team: Evil Genius Anomaly 2 They Always Run Unexplored 2: The Wayfarer's Legacy Anomaly Warzone Earth Mobile Campaign A Tale for Anna Robin Hood: Winds of Freedom Incredible Dracula 4: Games Of Gods DESOLATE Everhood Voyage: Journey to the Moon Yesterday Origins Rage in Peace Space Robinson: Hardcore Roguelike Action Return to Castle Wolfenstein Rune Lord SPACECOM S.W.I.N.E. HD Remaster Slain: Back from Hell 10 Second Ninja X Iron Fisticle Fallback: Uprising Agatha Christie - The ABC Murders Dishonored Blacksad: Under the Skin Drink More Glurp Stikbold! A Dodgeball Adventure Fallout: New Vegas Wayout Godās Trigger Biped Paw Paw Paw Alchemy Garden Rencounter Double Cross Wayout 2: Hex Astronarch Weaving Tides Call of Juarez: Bound in Blood Youtubers Life Tacoma Cats in Time Geometric Sniper The Ambassador: Fractured Timelines Nihilumbra Heroes of Hellas 3: Athens Rescue Team: Evil Genius Anomaly 2 QUAKE II Quake Live They Always Run BARRIER X Skeletal Avenger MageQuit Tesla Force Geometric Sniper - Z Astronarch Iconoclasts Omen Exitio: Plague Geometric Sniper - Blood in Paris Ironcast Gone Home + Original Soundtrack Embr Chess Ultra Rebel Galaxy Outlaw Survivalist: Invisible Strain Geometric Sniper Sentience: The Android's Tale Metal Unit Block'Em! The Darkest Tales Smart Factory Tycoon Onde Through the Woods Toybox Turbos A Juggler's Tale Minute of Islands Sniper: Ghost Warrior Trilogy Garbage Pang Adventures Just Die Already Mutazione Sea Horizon I Am Fish Lair of the Clockwork God Lost Words: Beyond the Page The Dungeon Beneath Dog Sled Saga Bunker Punks Conglomerate 451 Aquarist Trolley Problem Inc.
Humble bundle games ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Tribes of Midgard The Serpent Rogue Encased Conan chop chop Grow: Song of the evertree Doom Eternal Hidden & Dangerous 2: Courage Under Fire Hidden & Dangerous: Action Pack Duke Nukem Forever Duke Nukem Forever Hail to the Icons Duke Nukem Forever The Doctor Who Cloned Me WWE 2K Battlegrounds WWE 2K BATTLEGROUNDS - Ultimate Brawlers Pass Monster Train (First Class - Collectors Edition) Epic Chef Golf Gang Stranded Sails - Explorers of the Cursed Islands Serin Fate Forager PGA 2K21 Townscraper The Golf Clubā¢ 2019 featuring PGA TOUR Doom VFR Staxel Army Men RTS Greedfall (maybe) First Class Trouble Backbone Toem Where The Water, Taste Like Wine Blade Assault Super magbot Morbid: The Seven Acolytes Eldest Souls(maybe) UnMetal Raji: An Ancient Epic Shadow Tactics: Aiko's Choice Thronebreaker: The Witcher Tales Othercide Scourgebringer Five Dates TemTem Roadwarden Kraken Academy!! Merchant of the Skies Ozymandias: Bronze Age Empire Sim Shotgun King: The Final Checkmate Ghostwire Tokyo Remnant: From the Ashes - Complete Edition Curse of the Dead Gods Eternal Threads GRIME Turbo Golf Racing Meeple Station Warhammer 40,000: Chaos Gate - Daemonhunters Bendy and the Dark Revival Operation: Tango Windjammers 2 The Invisible Hand Aliens: Fireteam Elite Rollerdrome Life is Strange 2: Complete Season The Life and Suffering of Sir Brante Monster Prom 2: Monster Camp Revita Edge Of Eternity Hero's Hour Rogue Lords Demon Turf Golden Light Monster Crown Shady Part of Me Fobia - St. Dinfna Hotel Disco Elysium - The Final Cut Chivalry 2 Road 96 Trek to Yomi Arcade Paradise SuchArt: Genius Artist Simulator Tin Can Hot Brass Deceive Inc. The Forgotten City Aces & Adventures Patch Quest Foretales Who Pressed Mute on Uncle Marcus MarcusMetal Hellsinger Rebel Inc: Escalation Spirit of the Island Lords and Villeins (maybe) A Juggler's Tale Mr. Prepper(maybe) WWE 2K23 Unpacking (maybe) Friends vs Friends Prodeus The Legend of Tianding SCP: Secret Files (maybe) Souldiers House Flipper + Garden and Luxury DLCs Expeditions: Rome Midnight Fight Express ELEX II Nobody Saves the World (Maybe?) The Gunk (Maybe?) Last Call BBS Marvel's Midnight Suns Digital+ Edition + Midnight Suns - Doctor Strange Defenders Skin Aragami 2 Roguebook Hell Pie Life is Strange: True Colors There is No Light: Enhanced Edition Oaken Warhammer Age of Sigmar: Realms of Ruin ā Ultimate Edition (Maybe) Nioh 2 - The Complete Edition Saints Row (Maybe) Citizen Sleeper Black Skylands Soulstice Afterimage
~Fuzzy
2024.05.13 21:25 greeneyedgarden This week's Heidi's Lane recap. She really has so much figured out, guys, and she's here to teach you how to be your best self. Her ego is on full display with this one. Enjoy the ride!
 | Heidiās Lane Podcast. Episode 30, Part II. āMy Surrender Formula: Practical Tips For Letting Go Of Controlā submitted by greeneyedgarden to hollisUncensored [link] [comments] (OP Notes: Credit where credit is due. Instead of her usual āvague talk;'' in this episode Heidi actually gives some real life examples to make her points. Now, get your post-its ready, she's shilling quote after quote in this one, and you wonāt want to miss a moment of her life-changing content. This episode really highlights her delusions of grandeur. Remember when she proudly proclaimed that she āwasnāt here to teach us, but to love us, and through her love we will be taught?ā That era is apparently over. She truly thinks her teachings are changing lives. She āhumblyā comes across as having all the secrets to a fulfilled life, while admitting that her content is ājust as much for me as it is for you.ā BUT ALSO, just like Dave and Rach, she is āteachingā from a place she has no expertise in, and not enough experience in. Letās just say, her confidence on this topic of āsurrenderā comes through loud and clear, and by the end of this episode, she wants you to be as enlightened as she is. One more thing, today she blames her panic attacks on her control issues. Heidi, your delusion is showing. Oh, and YES, just like in every episode, she mentions Dave, Chris, her panic attacks, and her challenges.) Parentheses are OP thoughts Her camera isnāt working, so thereās no video of this pod on Youtube. But sheās decided to ālet go of controlā and āsurrender to it.ā āThis episode will be exactly what it needs to be.ā Quote from the book āThe Surrender Experiment.ā āDo whatever is put in front of you with all your heart and soul, without regard for personal results. Do the work as though it were given to you by the universe, because it was.ā And then she reads it to us one more time, with more emphatic and dramatic pauses. Do you try to control your kids, or your spouse, or your parking, or the government? When we try to control them, what weāre saying is that we are God, or we are the universe. Think about your past relationships. Was it a perfect fit? A good fit? Or a terrible fit? Were we so hell bent on having that person want us, we were chasing unavailable love? Iāve done that more times than I want to admit. I was chasing the unavailable. I loved someone who didnāt love me the way I wanted them to. I would try to not have the relationship fall apart. If they could only see how great life would be with me. The more I controlled, the more out of control the situation was. I truly said to God, āPlease help this person love me the way that I love them. Please help my kids to see it the way I see it.ā Theyāre not going to. We canāt control what people say about us. I donāt know if this is too much, but Iām going to say it. It was hard for Dave to hear the words that the haters were saying. The bullies. The cyberbullies. For someone to sit and listen and then spend their days attacking people they donāt even know. Thereās no life there. They have no life. I have empathy and compassion for them, for their sadness they must experience on a daily basis. I would never do that. I couldnāt do that. Itās not in my DNA. I have too much good in my life, but it was hard for Dave to understand the haters' sadness and misery. They did so much harm to his soul. They hurt him. He would often read what they said. They made fun of his nostrils, or the way he would say something, or something he did in one of my stories. He would then react and try to control it, trying to make them like him. He would shift. He tried to control these people who do not matter. The situation controlled him. For a while I did the same thing, and then I got to the point of saying, āWhat in the hell am I doing? Why am I letting these people tell me who I am?ā I know there are more people out there who appreciate me, those are my people. We can all relate to that. Weāve all had haters. We try to control it. Surrendering is a result of a particular action, the action of letting go. When we donāt, we are saying we are God, we are the universe. Our job is not to control the flow of the universe. Years ago, when I was married to Chris, my mom gave me a card that said, āWhat would you do without me? You would die without me.ā It was a joke. I was a control freak. I am less now, Iām trying to do better. All of us control freaks think that if we step back it will all fall apart. What happens if I canāt control what Boy M does after high school? Or girl M? My employees are laughing right now, because itās true. When Dave and I were doing the challenges, I was so busy. Iām not sure if Dave was, I mean Iām sure he was busy, too. I was a control freak. I had a wonderful, large army of people helping me achieve my goals. We had challenges, and education courses, and in-person events. We had to show up. We built an app. We had supplements. I was so busy and my level of control freakism was on another level. This was true from 2021 until Dave died. I would do team calls in the morning and afternoon. They were 2 hour calls, sometimes 2 and a half hour calls every morning and afternoon. I couldnāt let my team work without me controlling them. It caused my anxiety attacks. Clearly this behavior affected my body physiologically. I couldn't get out of bed. I stayed in a dark room for a week. I was at a point that I didnāt care if it all fell apart. A phone call would cause another panic attack. Whatās interesting is that in my week away, my team thrived. I was a wrench in everyoneās spokes. I learned that week that my job was to lead. Iāve grown so much over the last 2 years. When Dave died I stepped away for a month. I learned that when we step back the world is not going to fall apart. Nature is a rhythm. We canāt control the universe. Our job is to ride the wave. When you go to the beach, watch the surfers. They donāt control the waves, they read them and watch them, they wait, and then they paddle paddle paddle and catch the wave. They embrace the flow. Itās the art of surrender. A quote from Untethered Soul, āGo outside on a clear night and just look up into the sky. Youāre sitting on a planet spinning around in the middle of absolutely nowhere. Though you can only see a few thousand stars, there are hundreds of billions of stars in our Milky Way Galaxy alone. Itās estimated there are over a trillion stars in the galaxy. Youāre just standing on one little ball of dirt and spinning around one of the stars. From that perspective, do you really care what people think about your clothes or your car? Do you need to feel embarrassed if you forget someone's name? If you want a decent life, donāt devote your life to avoiding psychological pain. What kind of life is that?ā Do you feel that? Avoiding pain means itās always right behind you. When we are controlling we are trying to avoid pain. Are you starting to see? This is reality. We are a blip in the universe. We need to find the flow, to relax, stop trying to drive, to manipulate, and to work. Iām passionate and emotional about this. Now that you have all the feels, you have perspective. I want to make sure you learn what Iām sharing and apply it. (Is this Heidi trying to control her listeners?) You probably finish this episode and think youāve got this. In 6 months youāre going to think back and realize what I really meant. Now I get it. I totally get it now. I want you to be grounded and confident that what youāve learned here will unfold exactly how it should unfold for you. I want to send you off with 3 ideas. How, how, how, how. How do we make it better? Remember that you are the main character in your own life. Write this down. (again, with the control) You are the main character in your life. We spend too much time doubting ourselves. I know I do. Remember youāre the main character in your life.(yes, she really says it 3x) At 2 years old you were told to stay in line, be quiet, watch your words, don't make anyone uncomfortable. We were trained to make people happy. We think we need to be good to get loved. We must expand our best parts. (That explains her booty workouts) I want this moment to be a hard reset moment in your life. (STOP TRYING TO CONTROL ME, HEIDI!) You can now begin to engage in a different way, beginning today. Donāt watch from the sidelines. Show up for your life. Imagine a movie of your life. As the title credits go by and it fades, everything that happened before that fades away. After that moment, you decide who to become. The movie is about you and your development as a person. Now, letās recap. You are the main character in your own life. (That 4x now) No longer will you do what other people want you to do. No longer is it about who you need to be to make someone happy. That was before. Now itās about what makes you happy. (I thought this was about surrendering?) What will create the best life for you? What will help you achieve your highest self? You are the main character of your own life. (FIVE TIMES!!!) You are worthy. Iām going to say it again. You are worthy. Carl Jung once said, āI am not what has happened to me.ā Oooooo, actually, he said, āI am what I choose to become.ā I might have this quote wrong. āI'm not what happened to me, I am what I choose to become.ā Weāve covered a lot of new ideas in the last 2 episodes and you probably have a lot of new things you want to do and implement into your life. Donāt forget, youāre worthy. Your past doesnāt define you. You are a beautiful soul. Youāre right where you are supposed to be. You are a divine creature. Like you, Iām just figuring things out like everybody else. You are worthy. Do you understand me? Iām saying this to you and to myself. You are worthy of love. Being you is enough. You are worthy. Now, write this on a post-it, I made a tshirt out of it. āThe universe has your address.ā Thereās a great quote, āMost things are out of our control.ā Itās not your job to make waves, itās to ride the waves. Donāt try to tell other surfers how to ride their waves (Literally what sheās doing) Ride your own waves. Youāre probably super optimistic and excited and empowered after listening to me today. Youāre feeling all the feels. I am, too. Part of you is also like, holy crap, how do I remember all of this? When Iām inspired, I have mixed feelings. Iām downloading a lot of things that will change my life. You have mixed feelings. Youāre optimistic and youāre hearing me, and youāre like, I can do something about it. You listen to me and you get great tools. My guests give you great tools. How do you remember them all? How do you go back to daily life after being inspired? (She thinks sheās so inspiring to me that I canāt even function after listening to her?) Iām a humongous believer that you are going to get from each interaction with me exactly what you are meant to get. This is where faith and trust come in. Trust that the universe has your address. God is there for you. Heāll help you get out of this what youāre meant to get out of it. Stop resisting. Not everythingās a fight. Where are you resisting? Are you resisting giving that love to that person? Carl Jung said, āWhat we resist persists.ā Paulo Coelho said, āWhen a person really desires something, all the universe conspires to help that person to realize her dream.ā I want you to hear that again. āWhen you really desire something, all of the universe conspires to help her realize her dream.ā The more you control, youāre getting in the way of God helping you make your dreams a reality. Get 3 post-it notes and put these things on your mirror. I have a long way to go, guys. I do. I have a lot of things I need to stop trying to control. It's increasingly harder (Shouldnāt her tips here make it easier?) What my kids are going to be after they leave my house is a real struggle for me. I experienced as a kid myself a parent who loved me so much they controlled everything I did. It was control over me in an effort to love me. To make sure I didnāt fall. That way of helping is like going to the gym and someone says, āLets build you up to lifting a 400 lb bench press.ā That person is my spotter. If they keep lifting half of my load, so I donāt get hurt, then I think I can lift 400 lbs. So when I go to the gym to lift 400 lbs without a spotter, the barbell crushes us. Iām struggling to let go with my kids to do things on their own. Itās not my job to always pick them up. Itās not my job to create waves for my kids, but to love them on whichever waves they choose to ride. My job is to let go and trust that the universe and God have my address. I didnāt get where I am today without my struggles. Iām proud of who I am. My invitation to you is to go through your week and watch for how the universe will line up to make things happen for you. Be prepared to be amazed at how much peace and joy you feel. You can only control you. Let me say that again, You can only control you. You canāt control the situation. Remember my 3 ideas: 1. You are the main character in your story (SIX TIMES!!!!!) 2. You are worthy. 3. The universe and God have your address. Next week sheāll have a really great guest for us. |
2024.05.13 20:57 No_Ostrich_5118 Psychosis.
A wise man once said that your illnesses are given to you by God and your soul in order to help you heal. I am suffering from psychosis I hear things like my mum saying "ill have sex with him" about my ex partner and voices like my partner saying "fuck her hard" about my own mum. Let me remind you all that these are voices in my head. I have hallucinations of my ex partner having sex with my friends and multiple celebrities in the UK or celebrities who travel from America. Sometimes I hear my own voice saying I'll have sex with him and hallucinations of having sex with him too (in the exact spot and building we had sex) so it is extremely hard to not think the voices and hallucinations are just me being psychic. This has been going on for decades with regards to any boy or man I have had feelings for.
My confusion is if my soul gave me psychosis then why is it so hard to believe its not just my soul communicating with me the actions my partner has taken. What's worse is I feel the sexual energy when I have the hallucinations and voices. So on top of the voices and hallucinations I am feeling the energy as if my ex partner is actually doing these acts of cruelty. I cry because it's like getting cheated on every 5 minutes with someone knew. With no evidence of him knowing any of these people on instagram or any social media. I have checked his phone and have not found any of the suspects on his contact list. This is the ultimate mind fuck on this planet I tell you. I am surprised I am not in jail yet.
No one not my friends or family have admitted to doing any of my psychotic suspicious paranoid thoughts in real life. I need help. I have had psychiatric help for 9 years now and no one has provided any long term solutions. I am now stuck on relying on myself and I'm using reddit to reach to out to anyone who wants to listen and respond.
At this point I don't trust my voices and hallucinations are not real. I'm sorry but nothing has ever convinced me otherwise. I might end up killing all the people in my head.
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My confusion is if my soul gave me psychosis then why is it so hard to believe its not just my soul communicating with me the actions my partner has taken. What's worse is I feel the sexual energy when I have the hallucinations and voices. So on top of the voices and hallucinations I am feeling the energy as if my ex partner is actually doing these acts of cruelty. I cry because it's like getting cheated on every 5 minutes with someone knew. With no evidence of him knowing any of these people on instagram or any social media. I have checked his phone and have not found any of the suspects on his contact list. This is the ultimate mind fuck on this planet I tell you. I am surprised I am not in jail yet.
No one not my friends or family have admitted to doing any of my psychotic suspicious paranoid thoughts in real life. I need help. I have had psychiatric help for 9 years now and no one has provided any long term solutions. I am now stuck on relying on myself and I'm using reddit to reach to out to anyone who wants to listen and respond.
At this point I don't trust my voices and hallucinations are not real. I'm sorry but nothing has ever convinced me otherwise. I might end up killing all the people in my head.
2024.05.13 20:48 KGdaguy Aelor Belaerys, The Father's Flame, Heir to Aegon's Rest, The Dragonlord in the Land of Rivers, Baelor Belaerys, Lord of Aegon's Rest
Reddit Account: kgdaguy
Discord Tag:justkaegjuice
Name and House: Aelor Belaerys
Age: 25
Cultural Group: Valyrian
Appearance: Silver hair kept short but wild in appearance, purple eyes and of average height. Prefers to wear an amethyst in his right ear ensnared by a white serpent, similar to that of his house banners and rarely ever without perfumed attire.
Trait:Agile
Skill(s):Dragonrider, Nimble, Skulker, Ravenmaster, Infiltrator
Talent(s): Fishing, Painting, Likes to sing but not the best at it.
Negative Trait(s):
Starting Title(s):Heir to Aegonās Rest, The Fatherās Flame, Dragonlord
Starting Location: Opening Party
Alternate Characters: N.A
He was set to be a warrior, a man sworn to serve the Targaryens with nothing but a farm to his name. A faded legacy clung onto his name but even young, his mother would often tell him that sheād prayed to Arrax, the father of all Valyrian people, that her child, her jewel, would one day find great power and restore their house to its former glory.
For seven years heād live on Dragonstone and for a short period in Aegonsfort before the King was killed, by Tullys theyād claimed. Aelor was too young to understand what had happened but he remembers his family moving to the Riverlands where they āhad a new homeā given to them by Visenya Targaryen, the Warrior Queen.
Life seems perfect for Aelor who has taken to the role of heir quickly. Where he was once destined to learn how to wield a blade, instead Aelor found himself a fan of the finer arts, things like painting, singing and singing had filled his time. That bothered his father who believed that his heir needed to be a strong knight in hopes of filling his boots upon his death.
That displeasure grew into rage when the Maesters told Baelor that Aelor would often ignore lessons, when their Master-at-Arms told him that Aelor skipped training sessions and worse when Aelor instead skipped lessons and training all together to paint a ruined tower of Aegonās Rest.
But before Baelor could lash out, his beloved Baela would die unexpectedly, the cause unknown but natural according to the Maesters. This alone would give Aelor a few years of reprieve from punishment as Baelor pulled his claws away from all his children and focused on his lordship.
Theyād return when Aelor was fourteen however when the boy had begun to spend too much time with the Rivermen smallfolk in one village or another. By this point the Maesters had grown tired of Aelor, he was rebellious, quick to let his temper run wild and worse, dyslexic which made learning a battle in itself.
For all the perceived problems that Aelor had caused his father, Baelor decided the only way to correct the boy was lock him away in the castle and ensure he was taken to all his lessons by a flock of servants, but unlike the ones from the Riverlands, Baelor ensured only men and women from Dragonstone and Driftmark surrounded the boy.
In 16 AC, after four years of trying to correct Aelorās foolishness, Baelor finally had enough after Aelorās constant escapes, ploys and just in general sheer dimwittedness he decided it was time to replace him as heir and worked on getting remarried, asking the Queen Rhaenys to aid him in finding a wife amongst the Westermen.
And so Baelor brought Aelor into his solar, where heād tell his son plainly that heād found a match in Jeyne Westerling. Expecting the boy to lash out, heād run around the fact but eventually heād say it plainly. Aelor would no longer be his heir when their son was born, he would lose his inheritance for he was a dimwit, a shame upon their house and a disappointment to his father.
Aelor would never forget those words.
Heād gathered plate armor, a sword and some gold, much to his siblings, cousins and uncles dismay and ran off to Kingās Landing. Few knew his surname when heād arrived and that resulted in the young boy joining the first group of hedge knights heād come across.
For six months heād leap from one to another until heād settled down with a group of older knights led by Ser Jon Costayne. A reachmen whoād jumped ship when Aegon first landed made for a perfect mentor to the young Belaerys, he was everything heād wanted his father to be and Jon was in need of a squire so heād take him in.
Life was sad and dark for him during the two years heād spend as a hedge knight traveling the Crownlands and the Vale. At some point heād even made it to White Harbor before sailing back go Kingās Landing.
During his time with the band, the Costayne would often jokingly call him a Dragonlord, in part harmless joking but some bit of it often followed him telling the boy to make for Dragonstone to tame one of the beasts that lived there.
Jon would often say that Aelor and Aegon were only a few letters apart, why couldnāt the Belaerys take the Black Dread? When heād tell him that the Queens would take his head, Jon would claim the Big Bitch could take both the Queens and then some.
Eventually those jokes however turned serious and Jon convinced him that the only way heād get out of his slump, that heād keep his inheritance was to take a dragon from the island Aelor once called him. Had it not been for news reaching him that his younger brother had been born, Aelor might have shrugged it off and kept to his lonesome life.
But the birth of Aegon Belaerys to Baelor Belaerys and Jeyne Westerling lit a fire under him. One fierce enough to cause him to make his way to Dragonstone, up the Dragonmont and into the lair of the a dragon heād heard much of from his upbringing.
Veraxes
His mother used to tell him that there were two dragons that all the naughty boys and girls should avoid for fear that they would sense their bad tendencies and eat them whole. The first was Cannibal, a foul creature that ate itās own kind and spared no little boy either. The secondā¦now that one was one that used to scare him most as a boy.
But he was no longer a boy. He had sought her out. Brought with him meats from his family's old farm now run by the seeds of House Targaryen.
She was said to be ugly, that her belly was filled with cattle, children, and just about anything that bled. That she would eat until she was incapable of moving. The Golden Menace theyād call her for her tendency to burn those who came too close or simply bothered her while she ate elsewhere on the island.
He would see her as anything but a menace that day. Now her weight he couldnāt change but her demeanor was unlike what theyād all claimed it to be. The She-Dragon turned her gaze from the bones of cattle she was picking away at. Even in the dark lair he could see those bright golden eyes watching his every move.
She rushed forth, the ground shook with each step the rotund dragon took until she was practically atop Aelor and then she let out a snarl. Heād later learn that this was simply her way of telling him that he would not get her food, sheād taken it herself and not a soul could take it away from her.
Instead of growing fearful, Aelor held out the cows head for her. Veraxes thought he meant that heād his own food which meant none of hers was going to be eaten. But then heād throw it towards her. The first of many offerings heād make to the dragon.
Over the entire night and next morning heād slowly inch towards her, pushing her boundaries, each time feeding her as he got closer until heād eventually be able to mount her the next day.
When she took off for the first time over Dragonstone heād felt truly alive. He was the first Belaerys Dragonlord since the Doom and he felt great ecstasy for a few hours until heād realized what this meant to the world at large.
Knowing that if heād returned to Kingās Landing Orys might just decide to kill him the moment he was away from her, Aelor flew home to Aegonās Rest. There heād find thousands of men camped outside his home, all prepared to wage a war heād not heard of.
His uncle Baelon would be the first to see him atop the beast as heād landed in a field. Aelor would tell him what happened and Baelon would tell the boy that heād felt great pride in him but war had come and they needed that dragon more than they ever had.
His uncle would tell him that his father Baelor had sided with the Blackwoods in a dispute between them and the Brackens. The conflict had grown larger than just a petty squabble and houses from as far as the North had begun to march for one side or another.
Itād be then that heād see his father at the gates of Aegonās Rest, rushing towards him and it would be then that heād make up his mind and climb back atop Veraxes. Heād wondered if this was what the first Dragonriders had felt like when theyād rode without a saddle.
As the Golden Menace took off and tents flew in all directions, heād set his sights to the Northeast where heād followed the River until heād found a clash between the Brackens and Blackwoods. Heād imagined one side or the other and thought heād come to help but the Veraxes had come for neither side, not here for either.
In the end, both forces would be given a simple demand. Return to your homes, embrace peace, or stick to your paths and enter the afterlife hand in hand.
All but a few chose to burn.
This would mark the day that the Aelor the world now knows was born. Heād taken inspiration from what heād thought Aegon, Visenya and Rhaenys had said to those theyād conquered and it had worked. It meant he was like them, a true Dragon in the flesh.
Heād return home after ending that war and write to the Targaryens and the Baratheon letting them know that heād ended the conflict in the name of the Crown. A hope that it would be enough to placate them enough to ensure they did not hunt him down and it had worked.
His father Baelor seemed to have shifted his tone now that Aelor rode Veraxes, where heād once called him a disappointment to their bloodline and their people, heād now call him the saving grace of the House Belaerys.
Aelor did not take a liking to that change but he could not bring himself to say anything, negative nor positive about his father instead heād simply asked to meet his younger brother Aegon. The boy was like him, silver haired and lilac eyes.
Heād wanted to hate him. To demand that his father send Jeyne off to the Silent Sisters and that the boy be given away to the Faith or the Maesters to do as they wished but he couldnāt bring himself to do that either.
Instead heād told his father that Aegonās Rest would be his when heād died and just as quickly as heād returned heād left again. Travel called to him and heād wanted to show Jon Costayne Veraxes.
Heād spend a few years embarking on his travels, though heād long leave Jon behind after offering him a position in Aegonās Rest. His travels would take him to much of the Westerlands, the Reach, the Vale and the Stepstones where heād met the Queen Rhaenys for the first time. There heād live for a short period where heād partake in their parties, meet a girl called Zhoe Whitemane.
Funny thing she was. A Valyrian with the touch of the North. Quickly heād befriend her and eventually before heād departed back home, heād find himself as being more than just the average friend, the type that held hands scandalously.
His return to the Riverlands marked an interesting period. Aelor flies to all itās corners, no regard for which Lord Paramount claims what domain. The skies of the land that holds Rivers are his and all who sit below them are under his protection, often heād say he does so in the name of the King but what King?
Only time can tell.
7 AC - Moved to Aegonās Rest after King Aegonās death.
12 AC - Mother dies.
14 AC - Vibes with the Smallfolk around Aegonās Rest a bit too much for his fatherās liking, gets told he cannot leave the keep without his permission.
16 AC - Father decides heās a shit heir and wants a new one so he weds Jeyne Westerling causing Aelor to run off to Kingās Landing.
18 AC - Aelor under pressure from Jon Costayne decides to snatch up Veraxes on Dragonstone the year his younger brother and replacement Aegon is born, securing himself as heir.
19 AC - Begins to travel Westeros, goes to Summerhall and finds out that parties are kind of cool. Meets Zhoe Whitemane and becomes her bff4life.
21 AC - Settles back into Aegonās Rest.
25 AC - Present.
Family Tree
Name and House: Baelor Belaerys
Age: 45
Cultural Group: Valyrian
Appearance: Long silver hair reaching his shoulders, purple eyes and a slender build. The Lord of Aegonās Rest naturally appears unamused and irritated in appearance.
Trait:Inspiring
Skill(s): Tactician(e), Cavalryman
Talent(s): Fishing
Negative Trait(s):
Starting Title(s):Lord of Aegonās Rest
Starting Location: Opening Party
Alternate Characters: N.A
During the Conquest, heād land with Aegon at what is now known as Kingās Landing with his father Monterys Balaerys, ever faithful warriors to the Kings cause. He'd die in the arms of his child during the Field of Fire.
He would go down as one of the hundred men who fell for Aegon against the Reach. Even now Baelor can recall the sight, heād cut down two men when heād witnessed his father fall as arrows riddle his aged body. Instead of pushing on and charging, Baelor would fall to his knees beside his father and seek to shield him as he looked up towards those banners in the distance.
A red huntsman preparing to let loose once more but then his savior would come. A bright flash turned everything in the distance into flame. He remembers men ablaze running in all directions as they cooked.
Aegon had burnt them too late but he did not blame his kin as his father died in his arms. This was the war theyād signed up for, the cause theyād devoted themselves to. All so they could fight and earn a place in what Monterys called the remaking of Valyria.
And so Baelor continued on in his fatherās memory. Loyal and faithful as ever. When the Conqueror took the faith, so did he, when Aegon made North to face the Starks, he marched albeit well behind in the army.
Forever loyal to the cause that was Aegon Targaryen, as many were. But that cause would crumble when the Tullys killed his beloved King, a man he'd served, a man he'd die for, a True Dragonlord.
Much to Baelor's surprise heād gain a Lordship, his line's long loyal efforts, their staunch desire to fight for the Targaryens and in truth partly sheer luck on his part given he was nothing but a knight swore to the Dragonlords had finally amounted to something.
Visenya would bestow upon him Aegon's Rest. To say that he was surprised would be an understatement. He had no great displays of valor, no moments where heād made himself any more remarkable than any other man but the Queen had granted his line the burnt ruins of Riverrun, now named in the honor of the man heād once served.
Still he knew that he was no true Lord, he was but a warrior who had served the Targaryens and heād wanted his son to be more than that. He knew that his child could do what many before him had hoped for, that he could finally amount to something since the fall and this was his chance to make his ancestors proud.
The boy was young enough that he was easily shaped into the Westerosi way of life in the years following Aegonās conquest. Aelor had to be a knight heād thought, skilled in Rivermen matters, charming and bold. That was what Baelor had dreamt for Aelor but his son was anything but the making of a Knightly Statesmen.
Aelor was too slow with a blade, letters move about in his mind and made his Maesters grow tired of the boy and his temperament, oh how horrible the boy was theyād proclaim! Spoiled by his father and mother, by servants and smallfolk whoād thought him charming and sweet.
It was when his sister-wife died that Baelor would lessen his grip on Aelor. Grief overtook him and heād hoped that would be the wake up call for Aelor but it wasnāt. The boy was a rebel, loved by the smallfolk but too darn incapable of being the perfect Lord heād envisioned heād be.
Many years later heād decide he had enough. Baelor doesnāt recall calling his son a disappointment to his people but he did say the boy was not his heir and that heād already found a new bride to make one with.
Heād wed Jeyne Westerling the next year and would sire a child with her the year after. Theyād call him Aegon in honor of the Conqueror. Itād be months after the birth that heād receive a letter from Raventree Hall asking for his assistance and given that heād felt closer to the Blackwoods, Baelor would begin to raise his men in preparation for war.
That was when his son would return, a different man now with a dragon. Heād felt as if the dream had come true, that the House Belarys had returned to their true place on the food chain and heād wanted to congratulate his son when heād returned but Aelor fled, his brother Baelon would tell him that the younger Belearys had gone to fight the war.
That made him proud.
And that pride would shatter when Aelor returned and told him heād stopped the war. The happy and charming boy stood before him stoic, quiet, as if he didn't want to be in the same room as him.
All his son would say was that heād wanted to see his brother and he saw him. After that, Aelor would say Aegonās Rest belonged to him and heād have it once the old man died and that was rather sad to hear from oneās own son.
For years after Baelor would not see his boy but heād hear that Aelor was see in this region or that region. Heād use the boon that came from having a dragonrider son to push himself into powerful places in various courts, Casterly Rock albeit he did not remain there long and of course across the Riverlands as a whole.
His goal was to display power through his son and even if he were away, heād do it.
When Aelor returned heād find that his son had forever been changed. No longer was he some great rebellious spirit but instead a man who believed himself better than even his own father. Some of the Smallfolk would even claim that he was the āFatherās Flameā.
They did not see his drinking albeit heād stop eventually. They did not see how heād carried himself as if he were some God.
Baelor knew that this was what every ancestor heād had since the Doom had wanted but Aelor was different than most men now and that Veraxes was a pain in the ass to feed.
2 BC - Sires the bastard Daemon which results in his parents wedding him to his sister, Baela the next year.
1 AC - Lands with Aegon and watches his father die in the Field of Flames due to the Reachmen.
7 AC - Aegon dies, he weeps for his King and Visenya grants him Aegonās Rest. They dedicate a Dark colored sword akin to Dark Sister on their banners in her honor.
12 AC - Baela dies and he pulls away from his son Aelor.
16 AC - Tells Aelor to kick rocks and weds Jeyne Westerling.
18 AC - Aegon is born.
Baelon Belaerys - Magnate
Aemon Belaerys - Builder
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Name and House: Aelor Belaerys
Age: 25
Cultural Group: Valyrian
Appearance: Silver hair kept short but wild in appearance, purple eyes and of average height. Prefers to wear an amethyst in his right ear ensnared by a white serpent, similar to that of his house banners and rarely ever without perfumed attire.
Trait:Agile
Skill(s):Dragonrider, Nimble, Skulker, Ravenmaster, Infiltrator
Talent(s): Fishing, Painting, Likes to sing but not the best at it.
Negative Trait(s):
Starting Title(s):Heir to Aegonās Rest, The Fatherās Flame, Dragonlord
Starting Location: Opening Party
Alternate Characters: N.A
Bio
Aelor Belaerys was born on Dragonstone to Baelor and Baela Belaerys. His father was occupied marching with the Targaryens leaving his mother to birth the child with the aid of Dragonstone servants. He would be the eldest of their two children with his sister Aelora being born a few years after and from a young age, Aelor was expected to follow in the footsteps of many Belaerys before him.He was set to be a warrior, a man sworn to serve the Targaryens with nothing but a farm to his name. A faded legacy clung onto his name but even young, his mother would often tell him that sheād prayed to Arrax, the father of all Valyrian people, that her child, her jewel, would one day find great power and restore their house to its former glory.
For seven years heād live on Dragonstone and for a short period in Aegonsfort before the King was killed, by Tullys theyād claimed. Aelor was too young to understand what had happened but he remembers his family moving to the Riverlands where they āhad a new homeā given to them by Visenya Targaryen, the Warrior Queen.
Life seems perfect for Aelor who has taken to the role of heir quickly. Where he was once destined to learn how to wield a blade, instead Aelor found himself a fan of the finer arts, things like painting, singing and singing had filled his time. That bothered his father who believed that his heir needed to be a strong knight in hopes of filling his boots upon his death.
That displeasure grew into rage when the Maesters told Baelor that Aelor would often ignore lessons, when their Master-at-Arms told him that Aelor skipped training sessions and worse when Aelor instead skipped lessons and training all together to paint a ruined tower of Aegonās Rest.
But before Baelor could lash out, his beloved Baela would die unexpectedly, the cause unknown but natural according to the Maesters. This alone would give Aelor a few years of reprieve from punishment as Baelor pulled his claws away from all his children and focused on his lordship.
Theyād return when Aelor was fourteen however when the boy had begun to spend too much time with the Rivermen smallfolk in one village or another. By this point the Maesters had grown tired of Aelor, he was rebellious, quick to let his temper run wild and worse, dyslexic which made learning a battle in itself.
For all the perceived problems that Aelor had caused his father, Baelor decided the only way to correct the boy was lock him away in the castle and ensure he was taken to all his lessons by a flock of servants, but unlike the ones from the Riverlands, Baelor ensured only men and women from Dragonstone and Driftmark surrounded the boy.
In 16 AC, after four years of trying to correct Aelorās foolishness, Baelor finally had enough after Aelorās constant escapes, ploys and just in general sheer dimwittedness he decided it was time to replace him as heir and worked on getting remarried, asking the Queen Rhaenys to aid him in finding a wife amongst the Westermen.
And so Baelor brought Aelor into his solar, where heād tell his son plainly that heād found a match in Jeyne Westerling. Expecting the boy to lash out, heād run around the fact but eventually heād say it plainly. Aelor would no longer be his heir when their son was born, he would lose his inheritance for he was a dimwit, a shame upon their house and a disappointment to his father.
Aelor would never forget those words.
Heād gathered plate armor, a sword and some gold, much to his siblings, cousins and uncles dismay and ran off to Kingās Landing. Few knew his surname when heād arrived and that resulted in the young boy joining the first group of hedge knights heād come across.
For six months heād leap from one to another until heād settled down with a group of older knights led by Ser Jon Costayne. A reachmen whoād jumped ship when Aegon first landed made for a perfect mentor to the young Belaerys, he was everything heād wanted his father to be and Jon was in need of a squire so heād take him in.
Life was sad and dark for him during the two years heād spend as a hedge knight traveling the Crownlands and the Vale. At some point heād even made it to White Harbor before sailing back go Kingās Landing.
During his time with the band, the Costayne would often jokingly call him a Dragonlord, in part harmless joking but some bit of it often followed him telling the boy to make for Dragonstone to tame one of the beasts that lived there.
Jon would often say that Aelor and Aegon were only a few letters apart, why couldnāt the Belaerys take the Black Dread? When heād tell him that the Queens would take his head, Jon would claim the Big Bitch could take both the Queens and then some.
Eventually those jokes however turned serious and Jon convinced him that the only way heād get out of his slump, that heād keep his inheritance was to take a dragon from the island Aelor once called him. Had it not been for news reaching him that his younger brother had been born, Aelor might have shrugged it off and kept to his lonesome life.
But the birth of Aegon Belaerys to Baelor Belaerys and Jeyne Westerling lit a fire under him. One fierce enough to cause him to make his way to Dragonstone, up the Dragonmont and into the lair of the a dragon heād heard much of from his upbringing.
Veraxes
His mother used to tell him that there were two dragons that all the naughty boys and girls should avoid for fear that they would sense their bad tendencies and eat them whole. The first was Cannibal, a foul creature that ate itās own kind and spared no little boy either. The secondā¦now that one was one that used to scare him most as a boy.
But he was no longer a boy. He had sought her out. Brought with him meats from his family's old farm now run by the seeds of House Targaryen.
She was said to be ugly, that her belly was filled with cattle, children, and just about anything that bled. That she would eat until she was incapable of moving. The Golden Menace theyād call her for her tendency to burn those who came too close or simply bothered her while she ate elsewhere on the island.
He would see her as anything but a menace that day. Now her weight he couldnāt change but her demeanor was unlike what theyād all claimed it to be. The She-Dragon turned her gaze from the bones of cattle she was picking away at. Even in the dark lair he could see those bright golden eyes watching his every move.
She rushed forth, the ground shook with each step the rotund dragon took until she was practically atop Aelor and then she let out a snarl. Heād later learn that this was simply her way of telling him that he would not get her food, sheād taken it herself and not a soul could take it away from her.
Instead of growing fearful, Aelor held out the cows head for her. Veraxes thought he meant that heād his own food which meant none of hers was going to be eaten. But then heād throw it towards her. The first of many offerings heād make to the dragon.
Over the entire night and next morning heād slowly inch towards her, pushing her boundaries, each time feeding her as he got closer until heād eventually be able to mount her the next day.
When she took off for the first time over Dragonstone heād felt truly alive. He was the first Belaerys Dragonlord since the Doom and he felt great ecstasy for a few hours until heād realized what this meant to the world at large.
Knowing that if heād returned to Kingās Landing Orys might just decide to kill him the moment he was away from her, Aelor flew home to Aegonās Rest. There heād find thousands of men camped outside his home, all prepared to wage a war heād not heard of.
His uncle Baelon would be the first to see him atop the beast as heād landed in a field. Aelor would tell him what happened and Baelon would tell the boy that heād felt great pride in him but war had come and they needed that dragon more than they ever had.
His uncle would tell him that his father Baelor had sided with the Blackwoods in a dispute between them and the Brackens. The conflict had grown larger than just a petty squabble and houses from as far as the North had begun to march for one side or another.
Itād be then that heād see his father at the gates of Aegonās Rest, rushing towards him and it would be then that heād make up his mind and climb back atop Veraxes. Heād wondered if this was what the first Dragonriders had felt like when theyād rode without a saddle.
As the Golden Menace took off and tents flew in all directions, heād set his sights to the Northeast where heād followed the River until heād found a clash between the Brackens and Blackwoods. Heād imagined one side or the other and thought heād come to help but the Veraxes had come for neither side, not here for either.
In the end, both forces would be given a simple demand. Return to your homes, embrace peace, or stick to your paths and enter the afterlife hand in hand.
All but a few chose to burn.
This would mark the day that the Aelor the world now knows was born. Heād taken inspiration from what heād thought Aegon, Visenya and Rhaenys had said to those theyād conquered and it had worked. It meant he was like them, a true Dragon in the flesh.
Heād return home after ending that war and write to the Targaryens and the Baratheon letting them know that heād ended the conflict in the name of the Crown. A hope that it would be enough to placate them enough to ensure they did not hunt him down and it had worked.
His father Baelor seemed to have shifted his tone now that Aelor rode Veraxes, where heād once called him a disappointment to their bloodline and their people, heād now call him the saving grace of the House Belaerys.
Aelor did not take a liking to that change but he could not bring himself to say anything, negative nor positive about his father instead heād simply asked to meet his younger brother Aegon. The boy was like him, silver haired and lilac eyes.
Heād wanted to hate him. To demand that his father send Jeyne off to the Silent Sisters and that the boy be given away to the Faith or the Maesters to do as they wished but he couldnāt bring himself to do that either.
Instead heād told his father that Aegonās Rest would be his when heād died and just as quickly as heād returned heād left again. Travel called to him and heād wanted to show Jon Costayne Veraxes.
Heād spend a few years embarking on his travels, though heād long leave Jon behind after offering him a position in Aegonās Rest. His travels would take him to much of the Westerlands, the Reach, the Vale and the Stepstones where heād met the Queen Rhaenys for the first time. There heād live for a short period where heād partake in their parties, meet a girl called Zhoe Whitemane.
Funny thing she was. A Valyrian with the touch of the North. Quickly heād befriend her and eventually before heād departed back home, heād find himself as being more than just the average friend, the type that held hands scandalously.
His return to the Riverlands marked an interesting period. Aelor flies to all itās corners, no regard for which Lord Paramount claims what domain. The skies of the land that holds Rivers are his and all who sit below them are under his protection, often heād say he does so in the name of the King but what King?
Only time can tell.
Timeline
1 AC - Born to Baelor and Baela Belaerys.7 AC - Moved to Aegonās Rest after King Aegonās death.
12 AC - Mother dies.
14 AC - Vibes with the Smallfolk around Aegonās Rest a bit too much for his fatherās liking, gets told he cannot leave the keep without his permission.
16 AC - Father decides heās a shit heir and wants a new one so he weds Jeyne Westerling causing Aelor to run off to Kingās Landing.
18 AC - Aelor under pressure from Jon Costayne decides to snatch up Veraxes on Dragonstone the year his younger brother and replacement Aegon is born, securing himself as heir.
19 AC - Begins to travel Westeros, goes to Summerhall and finds out that parties are kind of cool. Meets Zhoe Whitemane and becomes her bff4life.
21 AC - Settles back into Aegonās Rest.
25 AC - Present.
Age: 45
Cultural Group: Valyrian
Appearance: Long silver hair reaching his shoulders, purple eyes and a slender build. The Lord of Aegonās Rest naturally appears unamused and irritated in appearance.
Trait:Inspiring
Skill(s): Tactician(e), Cavalryman
Talent(s): Fishing
Negative Trait(s):
Starting Title(s):Lord of Aegonās Rest
Starting Location: Opening Party
Alternate Characters: N.A
Bio
Born twenty years prior to the Conquest to Monterys Belaery and his younger sister, Jaenara Belaerys. Baelor has two siblings, Baelon and a younger sister named Elaena. He spent his entire youth on Dragonstone until heād grown to become a member of the household guard for the Targaryens.During the Conquest, heād land with Aegon at what is now known as Kingās Landing with his father Monterys Balaerys, ever faithful warriors to the Kings cause. He'd die in the arms of his child during the Field of Fire.
He would go down as one of the hundred men who fell for Aegon against the Reach. Even now Baelor can recall the sight, heād cut down two men when heād witnessed his father fall as arrows riddle his aged body. Instead of pushing on and charging, Baelor would fall to his knees beside his father and seek to shield him as he looked up towards those banners in the distance.
A red huntsman preparing to let loose once more but then his savior would come. A bright flash turned everything in the distance into flame. He remembers men ablaze running in all directions as they cooked.
Aegon had burnt them too late but he did not blame his kin as his father died in his arms. This was the war theyād signed up for, the cause theyād devoted themselves to. All so they could fight and earn a place in what Monterys called the remaking of Valyria.
And so Baelor continued on in his fatherās memory. Loyal and faithful as ever. When the Conqueror took the faith, so did he, when Aegon made North to face the Starks, he marched albeit well behind in the army.
Forever loyal to the cause that was Aegon Targaryen, as many were. But that cause would crumble when the Tullys killed his beloved King, a man he'd served, a man he'd die for, a True Dragonlord.
Much to Baelor's surprise heād gain a Lordship, his line's long loyal efforts, their staunch desire to fight for the Targaryens and in truth partly sheer luck on his part given he was nothing but a knight swore to the Dragonlords had finally amounted to something.
Visenya would bestow upon him Aegon's Rest. To say that he was surprised would be an understatement. He had no great displays of valor, no moments where heād made himself any more remarkable than any other man but the Queen had granted his line the burnt ruins of Riverrun, now named in the honor of the man heād once served.
Still he knew that he was no true Lord, he was but a warrior who had served the Targaryens and heād wanted his son to be more than that. He knew that his child could do what many before him had hoped for, that he could finally amount to something since the fall and this was his chance to make his ancestors proud.
The boy was young enough that he was easily shaped into the Westerosi way of life in the years following Aegonās conquest. Aelor had to be a knight heād thought, skilled in Rivermen matters, charming and bold. That was what Baelor had dreamt for Aelor but his son was anything but the making of a Knightly Statesmen.
Aelor was too slow with a blade, letters move about in his mind and made his Maesters grow tired of the boy and his temperament, oh how horrible the boy was theyād proclaim! Spoiled by his father and mother, by servants and smallfolk whoād thought him charming and sweet.
It was when his sister-wife died that Baelor would lessen his grip on Aelor. Grief overtook him and heād hoped that would be the wake up call for Aelor but it wasnāt. The boy was a rebel, loved by the smallfolk but too darn incapable of being the perfect Lord heād envisioned heād be.
Many years later heād decide he had enough. Baelor doesnāt recall calling his son a disappointment to his people but he did say the boy was not his heir and that heād already found a new bride to make one with.
Heād wed Jeyne Westerling the next year and would sire a child with her the year after. Theyād call him Aegon in honor of the Conqueror. Itād be months after the birth that heād receive a letter from Raventree Hall asking for his assistance and given that heād felt closer to the Blackwoods, Baelor would begin to raise his men in preparation for war.
That was when his son would return, a different man now with a dragon. Heād felt as if the dream had come true, that the House Belarys had returned to their true place on the food chain and heād wanted to congratulate his son when heād returned but Aelor fled, his brother Baelon would tell him that the younger Belearys had gone to fight the war.
That made him proud.
And that pride would shatter when Aelor returned and told him heād stopped the war. The happy and charming boy stood before him stoic, quiet, as if he didn't want to be in the same room as him.
All his son would say was that heād wanted to see his brother and he saw him. After that, Aelor would say Aegonās Rest belonged to him and heād have it once the old man died and that was rather sad to hear from oneās own son.
For years after Baelor would not see his boy but heād hear that Aelor was see in this region or that region. Heād use the boon that came from having a dragonrider son to push himself into powerful places in various courts, Casterly Rock albeit he did not remain there long and of course across the Riverlands as a whole.
His goal was to display power through his son and even if he were away, heād do it.
When Aelor returned heād find that his son had forever been changed. No longer was he some great rebellious spirit but instead a man who believed himself better than even his own father. Some of the Smallfolk would even claim that he was the āFatherās Flameā.
They did not see his drinking albeit heād stop eventually. They did not see how heād carried himself as if he were some God.
Baelor knew that this was what every ancestor heād had since the Doom had wanted but Aelor was different than most men now and that Veraxes was a pain in the ass to feed.
Timeline
20 BC - Born to Monterys and Jaenara.2 BC - Sires the bastard Daemon which results in his parents wedding him to his sister, Baela the next year.
1 AC - Lands with Aegon and watches his father die in the Field of Flames due to the Reachmen.
7 AC - Aegon dies, he weeps for his King and Visenya grants him Aegonās Rest. They dedicate a Dark colored sword akin to Dark Sister on their banners in her honor.
12 AC - Baela dies and he pulls away from his son Aelor.
16 AC - Tells Aelor to kick rocks and weds Jeyne Westerling.
18 AC - Aegon is born.
Aemon Belaerys - Builder
2024.05.13 20:26 arnber420 Edwinaās ongoing anger at Kate is so upsetting to me
First of all, I hate that the way season 2 was developed from the book caused a rift between the Sharmas.
Edwina is truly cruel to Kate in e7 Harmony. At the failed Bridgerton ball she notices how happy Kate and Anthony are while dancing together. And then she tells Kate that her own heart is far kinder than Kateās. This upsets me greatly because Kate was doing EVERYTHING for Edwina. Keeping the Sheffieldās conditions a secret was misguided and could have been approached better, but Kate was willing to live her life as a governesss without a husband in India far away from her sister and Anthony in order to keep her feelings hidden. She did everything she could to suppress her feelings and was willing to live a life of longing so her sister could have a good husband. She did not ask to develop feelings for Anthony. Why does Edwina wish to punish her so harshly? Canāt she see that Kate was willing to sacrifice true love and happiness for Edwina to be married to Anthony? And in truth, Anthony is the one who screwed everything up by publicly revealing his affection for Kate at the wedding, yet Kate is getting the brunt of the punishment.
Maryās behavior is abhorrent to me as well. Kate stepped up to take care of the BOTH of them after her father died, and Mary isnāt even her birth mother! I imagine from the way Kate tells things that Mary had an incredibly hard time after her husbandās death which left her incapable of handling her household and taking care of her daughters. So Kate, who has now lost both of her birth parents, steps up to the plate to handle things. She even secures them a comfortable life of nobility by bargaining with the Sheffields. And Mary feels the right to be angry at her? Not only for that, but for developing feelings for Anthony?
Iād like to reiterate, Kate did not ask to fall in love with Anthony. She did everything she could to avoid it, and would have been willing to entirely give up her chance at true love just so her (step) mother and sister could have a comfortable life. And yet theyāre so cruel to her. I can almost understand Edwinaās point of view, because she is still so young (despite stating to Kate that she is a grown woman many times, she is still basically a child), but I cannot understand Maryās at all. As a matter of fact I cannot help but wonder if part of Maryās reaction is because Kate is not her biological child, which makes it easier for her to be angry at Kate.
Anyway, thatās my rant. Kate did not deserve nearly any of the cruelty and admonishment she received for her mistakes.
Edit: yikes, a lot of you are acting like I said Kate is a martyr for emotionally cheating with her sisterās fiancĆ© and claiming that Iām using Edwina as a scapegoat for Kateās actions. Thatās not what I said at all.
Edwina ABSOLUTELY has the right to be mad and upset and feel betrayed and anything else she might feel. She was lied to by everyone around her. But sheās also acting like Kate fell in love with Anthony on purpose and conspired to ruin her life when that couldnāt be farther from the truth. Kate just wanted to see her sister have a comfortable life.
I donāt think Edwina is a monster, nor do I want to use her as a scapegoat. If anything Anthony should carry the most blame because he should have never made Edwina apart of his ādutiful loveless marriageā plan. He never should have proposed to her. He never should have made it up to the altar with her. I think he is mostly to blame for the events of the season, yet Kate shoulders most of the criticism.
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Edwina is truly cruel to Kate in e7 Harmony. At the failed Bridgerton ball she notices how happy Kate and Anthony are while dancing together. And then she tells Kate that her own heart is far kinder than Kateās. This upsets me greatly because Kate was doing EVERYTHING for Edwina. Keeping the Sheffieldās conditions a secret was misguided and could have been approached better, but Kate was willing to live her life as a governesss without a husband in India far away from her sister and Anthony in order to keep her feelings hidden. She did everything she could to suppress her feelings and was willing to live a life of longing so her sister could have a good husband. She did not ask to develop feelings for Anthony. Why does Edwina wish to punish her so harshly? Canāt she see that Kate was willing to sacrifice true love and happiness for Edwina to be married to Anthony? And in truth, Anthony is the one who screwed everything up by publicly revealing his affection for Kate at the wedding, yet Kate is getting the brunt of the punishment.
Maryās behavior is abhorrent to me as well. Kate stepped up to take care of the BOTH of them after her father died, and Mary isnāt even her birth mother! I imagine from the way Kate tells things that Mary had an incredibly hard time after her husbandās death which left her incapable of handling her household and taking care of her daughters. So Kate, who has now lost both of her birth parents, steps up to the plate to handle things. She even secures them a comfortable life of nobility by bargaining with the Sheffields. And Mary feels the right to be angry at her? Not only for that, but for developing feelings for Anthony?
Iād like to reiterate, Kate did not ask to fall in love with Anthony. She did everything she could to avoid it, and would have been willing to entirely give up her chance at true love just so her (step) mother and sister could have a comfortable life. And yet theyāre so cruel to her. I can almost understand Edwinaās point of view, because she is still so young (despite stating to Kate that she is a grown woman many times, she is still basically a child), but I cannot understand Maryās at all. As a matter of fact I cannot help but wonder if part of Maryās reaction is because Kate is not her biological child, which makes it easier for her to be angry at Kate.
Anyway, thatās my rant. Kate did not deserve nearly any of the cruelty and admonishment she received for her mistakes.
Edit: yikes, a lot of you are acting like I said Kate is a martyr for emotionally cheating with her sisterās fiancĆ© and claiming that Iām using Edwina as a scapegoat for Kateās actions. Thatās not what I said at all.
Edwina ABSOLUTELY has the right to be mad and upset and feel betrayed and anything else she might feel. She was lied to by everyone around her. But sheās also acting like Kate fell in love with Anthony on purpose and conspired to ruin her life when that couldnāt be farther from the truth. Kate just wanted to see her sister have a comfortable life.
I donāt think Edwina is a monster, nor do I want to use her as a scapegoat. If anything Anthony should carry the most blame because he should have never made Edwina apart of his ādutiful loveless marriageā plan. He never should have proposed to her. He never should have made it up to the altar with her. I think he is mostly to blame for the events of the season, yet Kate shoulders most of the criticism.
2024.05.13 20:22 SkyeFallHeaven Struggling with my psudo Saturn Kai..
Hello, just got my new psudeo Saturn cartridge and so far the cheating function works great, while I havnt been able to test if it can run PAL, Japan games or even games burned onto CDs I was able to verify it can through the settings of the cartridge itself. However there is no save game functionality whatsoever that I can find. Itās listing on ebay claimed it had save game functionality like all the others but I havnt figured that out :/ greatly appreciate any help Iām fairly new to the Saturnās hardware and the workarounds
I canāt add a photo but on the back it claims it has Action Replay + 8M Memory Card. So it should work right?
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I canāt add a photo but on the back it claims it has Action Replay + 8M Memory Card. So it should work right?
2024.05.13 20:15 Carl_Sefni Cell 11 [final]
Hey folks, hello again. I took a bit longer this time to update (Part 1 and Part 2 here) you but at least I bring good news: this weekend, I got the definitive answer from the prison's legal department, and now I know how much I can tell (and I believe it's enough). For your information, after this incident and my eventual release from prison, I haven't contacted anyone I met behind bars, except of course for my wife, Linda. The point is, even after all these years, this story has troubled me a lot, and since my first post, I've become even more paranoid. Finally, this morning, I went out to get the mail but as soon as I opened the door, I came face to face with a small untouched white envelope, except for two identical characters stamped on its surface: 11. Linda is sleeping, and I don't want to worry her, I'm at the kitchen counter thinking about what to do with this envelope while reliving the final events of all this mess, of what was really inside cell 11.
It was morning, and there I was in my cell, in a scene poetically similar to this. I held a playing card, an 11 of clubs. I later searched for such a card online, but found nothing. It was strange, very well made. Before I could reflect more deeply on this, one of the guards passed by our corridor, opening the cell doors for our breakfast.
So, slowly, as if in a trance, I got up from bed and put the playing card in my pocket. Somehow, the card seemed to heat up in my pocket, I could feel the heat increasing and increasing, almost burning my skin. It was a strange stupor, almost drunken, I could even swear I smelled ether lingering in the air as I staggered to the cafeteria.
I slumped into the seat as I placed the tray on the table. Old Munford looked at me in a friendly manner:
"Overdid it yesterday, lad? Your hangover face is priceless."
I forced a weak smile in response to Munford's comment, trying to seem normal despite the whirlwind of thoughts racing through my mind. The heat still burned in my pocket, an uncomfortable sensation that seemed to be intensifying with each passing moment.
"No, nothing much," I muttered, looking away to my food tray. "Just didn't sleep very well."
Munford seemed satisfied with my response and turned his attention back to his own meal. As I stirred the food without really eating, struggling to maintain my composure, I began to think about what to do.
My thoughts were interrupted when Francis joined us at the table, his usual smile lighting up his face. He looked at me with a questioning expression.
"Hey man, everything okay? You look awful."
"I think it was the heat, or maybe something I ate last night."
Francis frowned. Unlike the elder, he clearly wasn't convinced by my superficial explanation.
"Some of the guys told me they saw Bob talking to you last night. Did he do something?"
The question caught me off guard. All this news about the playing card had prevented me from thinking about the strange interaction with Bob since the previous night, but now the memories began to resurface, mixed with the heat sensation coming from my pocket.
"Oh, it was nothing," I said quickly, trying to sound casual. "Bob was just being a bit... Bob."
I felt Francis's gaze linger on my face for a moment.
"If he does anything, you know you can talk to us, right? I know he's one of ours, but that doesn't mean I'll go easy on him."
I analyzed the options for a moment, reflecting on everything. Well, now it seemed to make sense, a prank by Bob, or an attempt to intimidate me...
"There's... something, Francis," I said in a low tone, feeling tense about the confession I was about to make. "Last night, after the card tournament, I... I ran into Bob in the hallway. He was questioning me about the tournament, accusing me of cheating."
Francis's face hardened at my words, a displeased expression passing over his features.
"Cheating? And you?"
"I swear I played fair," I replied quickly, the pressure building inside me. "But he was convinced I had some advantage, and... well, things got a bit tense... He walked away, and this morning I found this in my cell."
Deciding to omit the encounter with Tulley, I got straight to the point, pulling the card out of my pocket and placing it on the table. I could feel it almost incandescent now.
Munford looked at the card for a moment, his gaze narrowing as he studied it. The heat emanating from it was almost palpable, a strange aura that seemed to envelop the table.
"Is that... an 11 of clubs?" he murmured, his voice tinged with surprise and suspicion.
I nodded, my own confusion mingling with growing anxiety.
"Yes... I don't know, maybe Bob did this to scare me, to show that he has access to my cell, or to try to provoke me, knowing my fear of cell 11..."
My words were cut off when the guard's voice echoed through the cafeteria, interrupting our conversation as he announced that the meal period was over.
Francis looked at me with a serious expression.
"We'll talk about this later," he pointed to the card. "Mind if I take it with me?"
I nodded.
"No problem, feel free."
We began our march back to the cells, and I couldn't help but exchange glances with old Munford. He seemed to hesitate on the matter, as if he wanted to say something but was afraid. I made a mental note to speak with him as soon as possible. Our yard time would be in the next 4 hours, and I spent half of that time trying to ponder what had happened.
I don't know how long it took, but I fell asleep, sitting, with my back pressed against the wall of my cell. The dream, or rather, nightmare resulting from this was a disturbing experience.
I found myself standing, walking through the prison corridors in a way that seemed endless. The walls seemed to close in around me, creating a claustrophobic labyrinth that I couldn't escape. Every door I tried to open was locked, and the sound of footsteps echoed behind me, as if someone were following my every step.
Finally, I reached a door that was ajar, a dim light emanating from within. With a knot in my stomach, I pushed it slowly, revealing what seemed to be cell 11. But something was terribly wrong. A man was there, his back to me. Disheveled, uneven hair, a hunched posture, he was crouched down, rummaging through something I couldn't see, seemed to regurgitate. Suddenly, he stopped. He slowly got up and then looked at me.
Somehow, I knew that man was that prisoner, the one who had committed those atrocities and painted the eye on the damn cell. I noticed something dripping from his mouth, forming a red puddle in the center. On the wall, what seemed to be an incomplete sketch of the dreaded painting was there.
I watched, hypnotized by the horror before me, as the man slowly raised his trembling hand towards his face. Drops of that dark liquid dripped from his fingers, echoing in the oppressive silence of the cell. It was as if the very air was tainted with that impurity.
Before I could fully process what was happening, he began to move towards me, his irregular steps echoing like the distant clinking of chains. A visceral panic seized me, preventing me from retreating as he came closer and closer, his distorted figure gaining sharper contours as he advanced through the gloom. I could now smell the terrible scent he had, not just as something rotten, but a pure and concrete smell of death.
"Who... who are you?" My own voice sounded weak and trembling.
The man didn't answer. Instead, he kept advancing, his empty eyes seeming to pierce my soul. My heart was now pounding uncontrollably in my chest, a deafening cacophony that seemed to fill the entire space of the cell. I was about to retreat, to beg for mercy, when a voice whispered in my mind, a distorted echo reverberating like the sigh of a ghost:
"You... can you see? The watchful eye. He wants you. He liked looking at you."
The sound of my own breath echoed in the silence that followed, a dissonant note of fear and desperation. I wanted to scream, to run, to escape this living nightmare, but I was paralyzed by the terror that enveloped me like a coffin.
It was then that I woke up, gasping and covered in sweat, the echo of the whisper still resonating in my mind like a distant echo of a nightmare. For a moment, everything around me seemed distorted and unreal, a fleeting mirage, and then, I startled again. Munford was standing in front of my cell, staring at me with curiosity.
"Are you okay, son?" the old man asked in a soft voice, as if trying to calm a frightened animal.
I shook my head slowly, trying to gather my thoughts amidst the whirlwind of information.
"I... I think so," I murmured, my voice sounding strange and distant even to myself. "I had a horrible nightmare... It felt so real."
Munford nodded understandingly, his eyes fixed on mine.
"Yeah, the situation isn't good... but I came to talk about that letter, earlier in the cafeteria."
"Oh yeah, what about it?"
"Let's just say I've never seen a card like that, but the energy coming from it, oh yeah, I've seen that before."
"What do you mean?"
"You know, a few years ago, there was a murder in one of the cells. This was before Francis arrived, we didn't have much organization, lynchings were common, and in an attempt to reduce these incidents, we decided that the main suspect, a newly captured serial killer, would be forcibly transferred to cell 11. It was one of the most terrible incidents I've ever witnessed in here. And do you know how that man was known?"
I shook my head negatively. Munford leaned his hands on two bars, bringing his face closer to the center of them.
"The Card Cutter."
A wave of shivers ran down my spine.
"He used to leave playing cards as a kind of signature on the bodies of his victims. They say he would choose the card based on the person or the method of murder. So, when he was put in cell 11, things got even weirder."
"What happened to him?" I asked, a bittersweet and macabre curiosity in my mouth.
Munford sighed heavily, looking at a fixed point this time.
"A few weeks after being transferred, he was found dead in his cell. Hung with sheets. And next to his body..."
"What was it?" I could barely breathe as I listened.
"A playing card. An ace of spades, if I'm not mistaken. And that cell... well, since then, no one wants to stay there. They say it does something to people, kills them."
The shock of Munford's revelation reverberated in my chest, trembling as I thought about what could happen to Guard Tulley from now on, or worse, what could happen to us.
"So you think this card is... a warning?" I asked, my voice barely more than a whisper, staring into the old man's green eyes.
Munford nodded slowly, responding more to himself than to me.
"I can't say for sure, but it's a possibility to consider."
I swallowed hard.
"What should we do then?"
He fell silent for a moment, as if pondering his words carefully.
"I have no idea. I guess all we can do is keep quiet; we don't want to scare the other inmates. Francis doesn't believe in these things, so I won't waste my time trying to convince him, and I advise you to do the same. Maybe if we just keep pretending that nothing is happening, things will sort themselves out. But remember: whatever this force is, it wants to take you to the cell, wants you to face the eye. Resist those urges, okay?"
The clock struck 12:30. Time for yard time. I walked with Munford to the yard, the sun burning our heads as we stepped outside, futilely trying to erase the worry from our minds.
As I watched the other inmates spreading out across the yard, trying to appear normal, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to find Bob, his voice low and threatening.
"What did you tell Francis?" he whispered, he was behind me, and I couldn't see him.
The flesh on my back trembled and twisted, the fluid of fear rising up to my brain.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Bob," I replied firmly, trying to sound confident.
He paused for a few seconds.
"You cheat first, and now, you make up lies about what I did or didn't do."
"I think there's a misunderstanding-"
"Shut up!" his voice rose sharply "I'm just here to say that I'm not a kid, I don't go around sending playing card letters or anything like that. I didn't threaten you with that thing, but now I am, and in a very direct way, and if I were you, I'd sleep with one eye open."
He was dead serious, and the threat was as clear as day. But what could I do? Confront Bob directly like Francis? That could mean he wasn't trustworthy... My thoughts were interrupted by the guard watching us.
"You two, no contact!" he shouted.
"No problem here, officer," Bob said, pulling me into a hug that felt more like an attempted chokehold.
I tried to pull away unsuccessfully, and the officer seemed to simply not care.
"Okay, but we'll be watching," he turned away, and Bob shoved me against the yard bars.
"Listen here, Bob," I began, my voice firm, confused about where this courage had even come from. "I don't know what you're up to, but I won't stand still while you try to intimidate me. If you have something to say, then say it like a man. Otherwise, leave me alone." I pushed him away with my hand.
"You're a fool, you know that?" he muttered.
"I'm not looking for trouble, but if you want it, you'll get it. Let's just leave it be, okay? If anything happens to me, I'll make sure some people know and-"
My assailant's hand closed around my neck, tightening. I squirmed, struggling to breathe as I desperately tried to free myself from his grip.
"Going to call daddy? Look, Francis may have that whole attitude, but he won't do anything to me, or any of the guys," he remarked.
I noticed the usual group of big guys who hung around with Francis, they were watching us from afar, seeming to distract the boss.
"He's getting out in two months...but honestly, I don't think I need to wait that long."
I couldn't breathe. Fighting against the grip on my neck, my eyes desperately searched for any help.
"Let him go!" The guard shouted from afar, starting to make his way down the stairs to reach us.
Bob didn't obey. I felt my body losing strength, so I did what I could: I focused my strength into a clenched fist and punched the bastard in the stomach, aiming right at his gut. And judging by his expression, it worked. I saw him lean over, his hands releasing my body and being placed on his belly.
I knew if I let it slide, he would come back and continue to harass me, so that had to be a definitive response to the jerk that I wasn't an easy prey. I lunged at him again, this time with a well-aimed kick to his knee, trying to destabilize him. He staggered backwards with a groan of pain, falling to his knees on the yard ground.
The other prisoners now realized what had happened, and soon their shouts in a circle were audible.
"Go, get him! Don't hold back! Finish this guy off!"
I lunged at Bob, raising my hand time after time to punch him. He didn't take it lightly, grabbing my right hand as I prepared to hit him; I could feel the pressure applied to the joints, my fingers starting to crack, and I could feel them tense, about to break. In desperation, I threw myself onto him with the only weapon I had left: my teeth.
I felt the flesh of his neck between the rows of teeth in my mouth. Without thinking and trying to loosen the grip on my hand, I pressed on the pearly bones harder and harder, feeling them slide against the skin, the metallic taste slowly emerging as the flesh was torn.
The scene around me seemed blurry, as if I were watching everything happen from afar, in slow motion. Bob's scream echoed through the yard, mixing with the encouragement shouts from the other inmates. I felt a mix of adrenaline and horror as my teeth sank into his neck flesh, a strange feeling of power and disgust.
While still hunched over that bloody man, I felt the blows on my back: it was the guards. Their batons striking time after time as the adrenaline rush passed, and I now began to feel the pain. Without resistance, I let myself be pulled away. Bob wasted no time and moved away, stumbling as he covered the wound.
"YOU SCUMBAG, WHAT KIND OF ANIMAL ARE YOU?"
As I was being taken away, everything around me seemed blurred, as if I were in a state of stupor. The voices of the other inmates echoed in my ears, mixed with images of the fight that had just occurred. I still felt the blood running through my mouth, dripping lightly onto the ground and forming a trail of red dots marking my path. However, before we left the yard, our warden arrived at the scene, and the guards stopped, my arm uncomfortably twisted behind my body.
"What's going on here?" His voice was calm, but there was an unquestionable tone of authority in his words.
"He... he bit a detainee, sir," one of the guards explained, firmly holding my arm.
The warden looked at me, his eyebrows furrowed in disapproval.
"Why did you do that?"
My mind was spinning, trying to find a coherent explanation for what had happened. I knew it would be useless to tell about Bob's threat, about the playing card, about the fear he had instilled in me. So, I found the most plausible words I could gather:
"He... he provoked me, sir," I murmured, my voice trembling. "I... couldn't take it anymore. He was intimidating me, threatening me, and I... I lost control."
The warden looked at me for a long moment, as if assessing my words. Finally, he sighed, seeming resigned, approaching me with slow, steady steps.
"No, you did that because you're an animal."
He gave me two pats on the cheek, then wiped the blood running from my mouth.
"Take this one to solitary."
The prisoners began to shout, a real noisy commotion. I trembled at the thought of being locked up there. No one came back the same from solitary, but at that moment, I really think I'd prefer to go there than what was to come.
"But sir," one of the guards said, causing the inmates to fall silent in an attempt to hear something, "The solitary is occupied..."
The warden frowned, clearly irritated by the interruption.
"Then take him to cell 11," he ordered, his voice cold and authoritative.
That was the final blow, causing the uproar to become widespread, with even some inmates needing to be subdued with tear gas. I could see as I was pushed, Munford looking at me, a worried and distressed expression on his face; he said something I couldn't understand amidst the noise.
With my heart pounding erratically in my chest and my mind clouded with fear and uncertainty, I was led by the guards towards cell 11. Each step felt like it weighed tons, as if I were walking towards the abyss. I could feel the stares of the other inmates watching the scene, some with expressions of shock, others with a mixture of curiosity and indifference.
Finally, we arrived, and by this point, I was sweating uncontrollably; they opened the cell and threw me inside. My eyes instinctively closed as I fell to the ground. I didn't want to look at it. I got up, still blinding my vision, slowly groping around until I found the bed. I lay on it and turned to the wall beside it, my face as close as possible.
Lying on the hard bed, I could feel my heart beating so loudly that it seemed to echo off the concrete walls around me. Each beat was a pulsating reminder of my situation. I tried to push away the thoughts, but it was like trying to hold back a raging river with bare hands. All the while, I heard stories, heard things about that place, and now I was there, cornered by circumstances beyond my control.
Gradually, I noticed the thick layer of sweat forming around me. I could even feel my pores opening, pouring the water from my body in an attempt to cool myself in that stuffy, hot environment. I couldn't help but think about the heat of the card and... about Francis. He still had the card. Wasn't that dangerous? I fixated on musings about it.
In my feverish frenzy, time seemed to stretch infinitely in that dark cell, minutes dragging on like hours as I struggled to maintain my sanity. Every sound, every shadow was a source of growing anxiety until somehow, I fell into a deep sleep, dreamless this time.
I woke up in the middle of the night, with a faint noise coming from behind the heavy steel door. At first, I feared, wondering what it could be, but as soon as I regained my senses, I remembered where I was, and frankly, nothing outside could be worse. I cautiously approached the source of the sound, trying to listen better, when a "Hey, kid, it's me!" sounded whispered.
"Munford! Munford, I'm glad you're here, knew you wouldn't abandon me."
"Ha, I know, I know," he sounded nervous, perhaps hiding from the guards. "Look, I'd help you out, but I can't get it open from this side, try it there." A small plastic rectangle slid through the door gap. A credit card... I remembered I had done this many times before.
I grabbed the card and started working, carefully sliding it into the lock. Each movement was made with the precision I gained from years of street experience, trying not to make any noise that could attract the guards' attention. My mind was racing, and the tremor it transmitted to my fingers made motor coordination difficult.
Finally, after several minutes of trial and error, I heard a soft click, and the door opened slowly. I could smell the fresh air from the corridor and was already about to smile when, along with the bright light of a flashlight, I saw Bob, now with his neck and shoulder bandaged, along with three more of his cronies. Munford was being held by one, who held an improvised knife to his neck.
"Sorry, kid, they forced me," the old man lamented.
"Not so fast, princess." Bob pushed me inside, onto the floor, and then he entered with one of his cronies, closing the door behind him and illuminating me with the halo of his flashlight.
"What's up, Bob, can't you leave me alone?"
"You wanted to settle things, didn't you? Well..." he pointed to his wound. "You just signed your death warrant! But first, I'm going to make sure to pull out all your teeth and make you swallow them."
He lifted me by the collar of my shirt and landed a punch with his heavy hand. I felt dizzy, seeing stars, curling up into a fetal position. His laughter was now a terrifying melody to me.
"Look at this crybaby. Where did your bravery go?" He kicked my stomach, and I'm sure he found it an ironic poetic justice.
His cohort laughed until the beam of his flashlight shifted away from me.
"Hey Bob, what's that over there?" He said, simultaneously pointing with his finger and the flashlight.
Even though it was on the wall behind me, I knew what it was. I saw Bob straighten up to face it, becoming petrified. He and the other, standing there, mouths agape. I waited for seconds, counting mentally and holding my breath, expecting anything, but nothing. Until suddenly, I began to see small puddles forming under their lower eyelids, dark marks... of blood.
The red tears started to stream down their faces like large crimson waterfalls. Soon, they began to make a noise... a familiar noise, which made my mind freeze as I felt my toes curling inside my shoes and my mouth trembling uncontrollably. It was the same sound as Tulley's. They were now allowing these moans to escape their throats and resonate in the tight concrete walls.
I had to do something. I began slowly to pass by them, trying to edge around. When, however, I was almost reaching the door, I could see their shadows turning slowly in my direction. The tension in the air was palpable, as if it could be cut with a knife. I held myself back from trembling as I tried to maintain composure in front of those men, whose bloodshot eyes were now fixed on me, full of terror and despair.
"What... what's happening?" My voice came out in a trembling whisper, barely able to make myself heard.
Bob and his cohort remained silent. They began to walk towards me, and in desperation, I opened the cell door and slammed it loudly behind me, not caring about attracting the guards' attention. As I looked around, I actually noticed that this was a concern I didn't need to have.
The environment where I was wasn't what I expected, from the prison corridor. It was actually another cell. I stopped for a moment, confused, only to be surprised by a figure in the center of it. A man in a straitjacket looking at me with a petrified smile.
"I've been waiting for you," he said. His voice was blood-curdling, sounding like someone scratching a chalkboard with their nails or scraping a fork on a glass plate.
I tried to open the door but it was stuck. When I turned around again, he was leaning, his face inches from mine, eyes bloodshot. I almost fell backward. He laughed. It was like the last time, he had his mouth covered by a sticky red mass that dripped, probably serving as material for the painting, which now displayed an almost complete surreal eye. He turned and walked to the painting, and then he regurgitated it again. Since his hands were tied, he used his tongue as a brush, finishing the last line of the drawing.
"This," he whispered. "Is my masterpiece."
I was trembling. I had forgotten Munford's advice, and now I found myself petrified, just like the others, staring at the eye. I don't know how much time passed, but I felt like it was hours, days... years. All in the blink of an eye, or rather, in a stare without a single blink.
I tried in vain to regain my composure. Scenes of horror penetrated my mind. Cadavers, bodies marked by playing cards. Criminals, inmates being violently beaten with batons, pepper spray, and all sorts of luxuries the police can serve, I saw gang fights, blood, death, and abuse. I saw people being killed inside the prison. Each scene of violence that each of those who looked had already witnessed. My legs were no more than reeds in the wind now, and I just wanted to run away and scream, cry, and sleep to never wake up again. I tried to scream but the man came to me, placing his foot over my mouth.
"Shhh... you need to see."
He repeated this indefinitely. "need to see, need to see, need to see, need to see"
With superhuman effort, I managed to free myself from the weight of his foot on my mouth, but I could barely articulate coherent words. My voice came out trembling and weak when I finally managed to speak:
"What do you want from me? Why are you doing this?"
He simply continued smiling, as if my words were just another piece in his sadistic game. Then, with a quick and fluid movement, he approached me, so close that I could feel his fetid breath and the metallic smell of blood dripping from his mouth.
"Your mind is a fascinating playground," he murmured, his voice echoing in the claustrophobic space of the cell.
I felt tears running down my cheek, and I knew what color they were. I stood there, in shock, staring at the large painted eye, while my entire being was eaten alive in fear and dread. I don't know how much time passed, maybe the entire age of the universe, eternity, who knows. I woke up on the infirmary bed. Wires connected to my arm while a machine reproduced the "beeps" of my heart.
I looked to the side, seeing the green eyes of nurse Linda looking at me, concerned.
"Are you okay?"
"You need to see," I said, not even wanting to.
She frowned, evidently confused by my response. Linda seemed hesitant, as if she were trying to decide whether to ask more or simply ignore my strange statement. I could see the concern in her eyes, but also a certain curiosity, as if something inside her was intrigued by what I had to say.
"What do you mean by that?" She finally asked, her soft voice echoing in the silence of the infirmary.
I sat up slowly on the bed, feeling a wave of dizziness pass over me. My mind was still cloudy, as if I were struggling to emerge from a deep nightmare. I tried to articulate my words as coherently as possible.
"I... I saw things," I murmured, my voice still trembling. "Terrible things. In the cell... in there... something... something is wrong."
Linda watched me with a serious expression, her green eyes analyzing me carefully. She seemed to understand that something serious had happened, but couldn't fully comprehend what I was trying to communicate.
"Look... you and the others had a collective hallucination in that cell... The director has already arranged for an investigation, but we suspect carbon monoxide poisoning, we've already talked to him about the lack of windows in that place, but it seems he doesn't listen."
I stopped, confused by that information. Was I hallucinating? Well, maybe I would even think that if it weren't for what followed. A man in a dark suit entered. He had a serious and intimidating expression, and he asked Linda to leave.
"Listen here, young man, you're lucky to have come back. The others are catatonic... and probably won't come back to themselves. That's why your cooperation is extremely important, and we need to know: what did you see?"
I stumbled, recounting as much information as I could remember, from Tulley to Bob. The man listened to me without making any expression. After that, he took a radio that was hanging from his blazer and said some words that I didn't quite understand, something like "Ceter," "Queter"... and then he took a clipboard, handing it to me.
"This is your letter of freedom. Our proposal is as follows: We release you from prison and in exchange, you don't open your mouth about the specific events mentioned here," he pointed to the clauses.
That was five years ago, and given my freedom, you must imagine that not everything that happened is transcribed here, but the most important parts are. I ended up visiting Munford a few times after that, and I was horrified to discover that Francis, on the eve of his release, hanged himself with the bedsheet. The old man and I stared at each other after this discovery, in a mutual silent understanding. Shortly after, they closed not only the cell, but our entire pavilion, relocating the inmates. I never saw Munford or any of the others again after that. My nightmares persisted, but in recent months they have been much less frequent, and I think I might be slowly healing.
I wanted to say that this story ends well, with my rehabilitation. A troublesome prisoner full of stories becoming a family man. And it would be, if it weren't for the last 15 minutes of this morning. I believe you may remember that I received a letter this morning like that cursed number. I left it on the counter in the living room while I came here, to have breakfast and finish reporting this to you. When I finished the last paragraph, I went back to the room, but now, it seems like the whole nightmare is back.
I felt the tears, transparent this time, forming in my eyes. In the center of the room right now is Linda, holding the letter, looking at something in it that I can already imagine. She's standing there, wet and red stains on her face, I can hear her whispering "You need to see... need to see," and by God... I can see...
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It was morning, and there I was in my cell, in a scene poetically similar to this. I held a playing card, an 11 of clubs. I later searched for such a card online, but found nothing. It was strange, very well made. Before I could reflect more deeply on this, one of the guards passed by our corridor, opening the cell doors for our breakfast.
So, slowly, as if in a trance, I got up from bed and put the playing card in my pocket. Somehow, the card seemed to heat up in my pocket, I could feel the heat increasing and increasing, almost burning my skin. It was a strange stupor, almost drunken, I could even swear I smelled ether lingering in the air as I staggered to the cafeteria.
I slumped into the seat as I placed the tray on the table. Old Munford looked at me in a friendly manner:
"Overdid it yesterday, lad? Your hangover face is priceless."
I forced a weak smile in response to Munford's comment, trying to seem normal despite the whirlwind of thoughts racing through my mind. The heat still burned in my pocket, an uncomfortable sensation that seemed to be intensifying with each passing moment.
"No, nothing much," I muttered, looking away to my food tray. "Just didn't sleep very well."
Munford seemed satisfied with my response and turned his attention back to his own meal. As I stirred the food without really eating, struggling to maintain my composure, I began to think about what to do.
My thoughts were interrupted when Francis joined us at the table, his usual smile lighting up his face. He looked at me with a questioning expression.
"Hey man, everything okay? You look awful."
"I think it was the heat, or maybe something I ate last night."
Francis frowned. Unlike the elder, he clearly wasn't convinced by my superficial explanation.
"Some of the guys told me they saw Bob talking to you last night. Did he do something?"
The question caught me off guard. All this news about the playing card had prevented me from thinking about the strange interaction with Bob since the previous night, but now the memories began to resurface, mixed with the heat sensation coming from my pocket.
"Oh, it was nothing," I said quickly, trying to sound casual. "Bob was just being a bit... Bob."
I felt Francis's gaze linger on my face for a moment.
"If he does anything, you know you can talk to us, right? I know he's one of ours, but that doesn't mean I'll go easy on him."
I analyzed the options for a moment, reflecting on everything. Well, now it seemed to make sense, a prank by Bob, or an attempt to intimidate me...
"There's... something, Francis," I said in a low tone, feeling tense about the confession I was about to make. "Last night, after the card tournament, I... I ran into Bob in the hallway. He was questioning me about the tournament, accusing me of cheating."
Francis's face hardened at my words, a displeased expression passing over his features.
"Cheating? And you?"
"I swear I played fair," I replied quickly, the pressure building inside me. "But he was convinced I had some advantage, and... well, things got a bit tense... He walked away, and this morning I found this in my cell."
Deciding to omit the encounter with Tulley, I got straight to the point, pulling the card out of my pocket and placing it on the table. I could feel it almost incandescent now.
Munford looked at the card for a moment, his gaze narrowing as he studied it. The heat emanating from it was almost palpable, a strange aura that seemed to envelop the table.
"Is that... an 11 of clubs?" he murmured, his voice tinged with surprise and suspicion.
I nodded, my own confusion mingling with growing anxiety.
"Yes... I don't know, maybe Bob did this to scare me, to show that he has access to my cell, or to try to provoke me, knowing my fear of cell 11..."
My words were cut off when the guard's voice echoed through the cafeteria, interrupting our conversation as he announced that the meal period was over.
Francis looked at me with a serious expression.
"We'll talk about this later," he pointed to the card. "Mind if I take it with me?"
I nodded.
"No problem, feel free."
We began our march back to the cells, and I couldn't help but exchange glances with old Munford. He seemed to hesitate on the matter, as if he wanted to say something but was afraid. I made a mental note to speak with him as soon as possible. Our yard time would be in the next 4 hours, and I spent half of that time trying to ponder what had happened.
I don't know how long it took, but I fell asleep, sitting, with my back pressed against the wall of my cell. The dream, or rather, nightmare resulting from this was a disturbing experience.
I found myself standing, walking through the prison corridors in a way that seemed endless. The walls seemed to close in around me, creating a claustrophobic labyrinth that I couldn't escape. Every door I tried to open was locked, and the sound of footsteps echoed behind me, as if someone were following my every step.
Finally, I reached a door that was ajar, a dim light emanating from within. With a knot in my stomach, I pushed it slowly, revealing what seemed to be cell 11. But something was terribly wrong. A man was there, his back to me. Disheveled, uneven hair, a hunched posture, he was crouched down, rummaging through something I couldn't see, seemed to regurgitate. Suddenly, he stopped. He slowly got up and then looked at me.
Somehow, I knew that man was that prisoner, the one who had committed those atrocities and painted the eye on the damn cell. I noticed something dripping from his mouth, forming a red puddle in the center. On the wall, what seemed to be an incomplete sketch of the dreaded painting was there.
I watched, hypnotized by the horror before me, as the man slowly raised his trembling hand towards his face. Drops of that dark liquid dripped from his fingers, echoing in the oppressive silence of the cell. It was as if the very air was tainted with that impurity.
Before I could fully process what was happening, he began to move towards me, his irregular steps echoing like the distant clinking of chains. A visceral panic seized me, preventing me from retreating as he came closer and closer, his distorted figure gaining sharper contours as he advanced through the gloom. I could now smell the terrible scent he had, not just as something rotten, but a pure and concrete smell of death.
"Who... who are you?" My own voice sounded weak and trembling.
The man didn't answer. Instead, he kept advancing, his empty eyes seeming to pierce my soul. My heart was now pounding uncontrollably in my chest, a deafening cacophony that seemed to fill the entire space of the cell. I was about to retreat, to beg for mercy, when a voice whispered in my mind, a distorted echo reverberating like the sigh of a ghost:
"You... can you see? The watchful eye. He wants you. He liked looking at you."
The sound of my own breath echoed in the silence that followed, a dissonant note of fear and desperation. I wanted to scream, to run, to escape this living nightmare, but I was paralyzed by the terror that enveloped me like a coffin.
It was then that I woke up, gasping and covered in sweat, the echo of the whisper still resonating in my mind like a distant echo of a nightmare. For a moment, everything around me seemed distorted and unreal, a fleeting mirage, and then, I startled again. Munford was standing in front of my cell, staring at me with curiosity.
"Are you okay, son?" the old man asked in a soft voice, as if trying to calm a frightened animal.
I shook my head slowly, trying to gather my thoughts amidst the whirlwind of information.
"I... I think so," I murmured, my voice sounding strange and distant even to myself. "I had a horrible nightmare... It felt so real."
Munford nodded understandingly, his eyes fixed on mine.
"Yeah, the situation isn't good... but I came to talk about that letter, earlier in the cafeteria."
"Oh yeah, what about it?"
"Let's just say I've never seen a card like that, but the energy coming from it, oh yeah, I've seen that before."
"What do you mean?"
"You know, a few years ago, there was a murder in one of the cells. This was before Francis arrived, we didn't have much organization, lynchings were common, and in an attempt to reduce these incidents, we decided that the main suspect, a newly captured serial killer, would be forcibly transferred to cell 11. It was one of the most terrible incidents I've ever witnessed in here. And do you know how that man was known?"
I shook my head negatively. Munford leaned his hands on two bars, bringing his face closer to the center of them.
"The Card Cutter."
A wave of shivers ran down my spine.
"He used to leave playing cards as a kind of signature on the bodies of his victims. They say he would choose the card based on the person or the method of murder. So, when he was put in cell 11, things got even weirder."
"What happened to him?" I asked, a bittersweet and macabre curiosity in my mouth.
Munford sighed heavily, looking at a fixed point this time.
"A few weeks after being transferred, he was found dead in his cell. Hung with sheets. And next to his body..."
"What was it?" I could barely breathe as I listened.
"A playing card. An ace of spades, if I'm not mistaken. And that cell... well, since then, no one wants to stay there. They say it does something to people, kills them."
The shock of Munford's revelation reverberated in my chest, trembling as I thought about what could happen to Guard Tulley from now on, or worse, what could happen to us.
"So you think this card is... a warning?" I asked, my voice barely more than a whisper, staring into the old man's green eyes.
Munford nodded slowly, responding more to himself than to me.
"I can't say for sure, but it's a possibility to consider."
I swallowed hard.
"What should we do then?"
He fell silent for a moment, as if pondering his words carefully.
"I have no idea. I guess all we can do is keep quiet; we don't want to scare the other inmates. Francis doesn't believe in these things, so I won't waste my time trying to convince him, and I advise you to do the same. Maybe if we just keep pretending that nothing is happening, things will sort themselves out. But remember: whatever this force is, it wants to take you to the cell, wants you to face the eye. Resist those urges, okay?"
The clock struck 12:30. Time for yard time. I walked with Munford to the yard, the sun burning our heads as we stepped outside, futilely trying to erase the worry from our minds.
As I watched the other inmates spreading out across the yard, trying to appear normal, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to find Bob, his voice low and threatening.
"What did you tell Francis?" he whispered, he was behind me, and I couldn't see him.
The flesh on my back trembled and twisted, the fluid of fear rising up to my brain.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Bob," I replied firmly, trying to sound confident.
He paused for a few seconds.
"You cheat first, and now, you make up lies about what I did or didn't do."
"I think there's a misunderstanding-"
"Shut up!" his voice rose sharply "I'm just here to say that I'm not a kid, I don't go around sending playing card letters or anything like that. I didn't threaten you with that thing, but now I am, and in a very direct way, and if I were you, I'd sleep with one eye open."
He was dead serious, and the threat was as clear as day. But what could I do? Confront Bob directly like Francis? That could mean he wasn't trustworthy... My thoughts were interrupted by the guard watching us.
"You two, no contact!" he shouted.
"No problem here, officer," Bob said, pulling me into a hug that felt more like an attempted chokehold.
I tried to pull away unsuccessfully, and the officer seemed to simply not care.
"Okay, but we'll be watching," he turned away, and Bob shoved me against the yard bars.
"Listen here, Bob," I began, my voice firm, confused about where this courage had even come from. "I don't know what you're up to, but I won't stand still while you try to intimidate me. If you have something to say, then say it like a man. Otherwise, leave me alone." I pushed him away with my hand.
"You're a fool, you know that?" he muttered.
"I'm not looking for trouble, but if you want it, you'll get it. Let's just leave it be, okay? If anything happens to me, I'll make sure some people know and-"
My assailant's hand closed around my neck, tightening. I squirmed, struggling to breathe as I desperately tried to free myself from his grip.
"Going to call daddy? Look, Francis may have that whole attitude, but he won't do anything to me, or any of the guys," he remarked.
I noticed the usual group of big guys who hung around with Francis, they were watching us from afar, seeming to distract the boss.
"He's getting out in two months...but honestly, I don't think I need to wait that long."
I couldn't breathe. Fighting against the grip on my neck, my eyes desperately searched for any help.
"Let him go!" The guard shouted from afar, starting to make his way down the stairs to reach us.
Bob didn't obey. I felt my body losing strength, so I did what I could: I focused my strength into a clenched fist and punched the bastard in the stomach, aiming right at his gut. And judging by his expression, it worked. I saw him lean over, his hands releasing my body and being placed on his belly.
I knew if I let it slide, he would come back and continue to harass me, so that had to be a definitive response to the jerk that I wasn't an easy prey. I lunged at him again, this time with a well-aimed kick to his knee, trying to destabilize him. He staggered backwards with a groan of pain, falling to his knees on the yard ground.
The other prisoners now realized what had happened, and soon their shouts in a circle were audible.
"Go, get him! Don't hold back! Finish this guy off!"
I lunged at Bob, raising my hand time after time to punch him. He didn't take it lightly, grabbing my right hand as I prepared to hit him; I could feel the pressure applied to the joints, my fingers starting to crack, and I could feel them tense, about to break. In desperation, I threw myself onto him with the only weapon I had left: my teeth.
I felt the flesh of his neck between the rows of teeth in my mouth. Without thinking and trying to loosen the grip on my hand, I pressed on the pearly bones harder and harder, feeling them slide against the skin, the metallic taste slowly emerging as the flesh was torn.
The scene around me seemed blurry, as if I were watching everything happen from afar, in slow motion. Bob's scream echoed through the yard, mixing with the encouragement shouts from the other inmates. I felt a mix of adrenaline and horror as my teeth sank into his neck flesh, a strange feeling of power and disgust.
While still hunched over that bloody man, I felt the blows on my back: it was the guards. Their batons striking time after time as the adrenaline rush passed, and I now began to feel the pain. Without resistance, I let myself be pulled away. Bob wasted no time and moved away, stumbling as he covered the wound.
"YOU SCUMBAG, WHAT KIND OF ANIMAL ARE YOU?"
As I was being taken away, everything around me seemed blurred, as if I were in a state of stupor. The voices of the other inmates echoed in my ears, mixed with images of the fight that had just occurred. I still felt the blood running through my mouth, dripping lightly onto the ground and forming a trail of red dots marking my path. However, before we left the yard, our warden arrived at the scene, and the guards stopped, my arm uncomfortably twisted behind my body.
"What's going on here?" His voice was calm, but there was an unquestionable tone of authority in his words.
"He... he bit a detainee, sir," one of the guards explained, firmly holding my arm.
The warden looked at me, his eyebrows furrowed in disapproval.
"Why did you do that?"
My mind was spinning, trying to find a coherent explanation for what had happened. I knew it would be useless to tell about Bob's threat, about the playing card, about the fear he had instilled in me. So, I found the most plausible words I could gather:
"He... he provoked me, sir," I murmured, my voice trembling. "I... couldn't take it anymore. He was intimidating me, threatening me, and I... I lost control."
The warden looked at me for a long moment, as if assessing my words. Finally, he sighed, seeming resigned, approaching me with slow, steady steps.
"No, you did that because you're an animal."
He gave me two pats on the cheek, then wiped the blood running from my mouth.
"Take this one to solitary."
The prisoners began to shout, a real noisy commotion. I trembled at the thought of being locked up there. No one came back the same from solitary, but at that moment, I really think I'd prefer to go there than what was to come.
"But sir," one of the guards said, causing the inmates to fall silent in an attempt to hear something, "The solitary is occupied..."
The warden frowned, clearly irritated by the interruption.
"Then take him to cell 11," he ordered, his voice cold and authoritative.
That was the final blow, causing the uproar to become widespread, with even some inmates needing to be subdued with tear gas. I could see as I was pushed, Munford looking at me, a worried and distressed expression on his face; he said something I couldn't understand amidst the noise.
With my heart pounding erratically in my chest and my mind clouded with fear and uncertainty, I was led by the guards towards cell 11. Each step felt like it weighed tons, as if I were walking towards the abyss. I could feel the stares of the other inmates watching the scene, some with expressions of shock, others with a mixture of curiosity and indifference.
Finally, we arrived, and by this point, I was sweating uncontrollably; they opened the cell and threw me inside. My eyes instinctively closed as I fell to the ground. I didn't want to look at it. I got up, still blinding my vision, slowly groping around until I found the bed. I lay on it and turned to the wall beside it, my face as close as possible.
Lying on the hard bed, I could feel my heart beating so loudly that it seemed to echo off the concrete walls around me. Each beat was a pulsating reminder of my situation. I tried to push away the thoughts, but it was like trying to hold back a raging river with bare hands. All the while, I heard stories, heard things about that place, and now I was there, cornered by circumstances beyond my control.
Gradually, I noticed the thick layer of sweat forming around me. I could even feel my pores opening, pouring the water from my body in an attempt to cool myself in that stuffy, hot environment. I couldn't help but think about the heat of the card and... about Francis. He still had the card. Wasn't that dangerous? I fixated on musings about it.
In my feverish frenzy, time seemed to stretch infinitely in that dark cell, minutes dragging on like hours as I struggled to maintain my sanity. Every sound, every shadow was a source of growing anxiety until somehow, I fell into a deep sleep, dreamless this time.
I woke up in the middle of the night, with a faint noise coming from behind the heavy steel door. At first, I feared, wondering what it could be, but as soon as I regained my senses, I remembered where I was, and frankly, nothing outside could be worse. I cautiously approached the source of the sound, trying to listen better, when a "Hey, kid, it's me!" sounded whispered.
"Munford! Munford, I'm glad you're here, knew you wouldn't abandon me."
"Ha, I know, I know," he sounded nervous, perhaps hiding from the guards. "Look, I'd help you out, but I can't get it open from this side, try it there." A small plastic rectangle slid through the door gap. A credit card... I remembered I had done this many times before.
I grabbed the card and started working, carefully sliding it into the lock. Each movement was made with the precision I gained from years of street experience, trying not to make any noise that could attract the guards' attention. My mind was racing, and the tremor it transmitted to my fingers made motor coordination difficult.
Finally, after several minutes of trial and error, I heard a soft click, and the door opened slowly. I could smell the fresh air from the corridor and was already about to smile when, along with the bright light of a flashlight, I saw Bob, now with his neck and shoulder bandaged, along with three more of his cronies. Munford was being held by one, who held an improvised knife to his neck.
"Sorry, kid, they forced me," the old man lamented.
"Not so fast, princess." Bob pushed me inside, onto the floor, and then he entered with one of his cronies, closing the door behind him and illuminating me with the halo of his flashlight.
"What's up, Bob, can't you leave me alone?"
"You wanted to settle things, didn't you? Well..." he pointed to his wound. "You just signed your death warrant! But first, I'm going to make sure to pull out all your teeth and make you swallow them."
He lifted me by the collar of my shirt and landed a punch with his heavy hand. I felt dizzy, seeing stars, curling up into a fetal position. His laughter was now a terrifying melody to me.
"Look at this crybaby. Where did your bravery go?" He kicked my stomach, and I'm sure he found it an ironic poetic justice.
His cohort laughed until the beam of his flashlight shifted away from me.
"Hey Bob, what's that over there?" He said, simultaneously pointing with his finger and the flashlight.
Even though it was on the wall behind me, I knew what it was. I saw Bob straighten up to face it, becoming petrified. He and the other, standing there, mouths agape. I waited for seconds, counting mentally and holding my breath, expecting anything, but nothing. Until suddenly, I began to see small puddles forming under their lower eyelids, dark marks... of blood.
The red tears started to stream down their faces like large crimson waterfalls. Soon, they began to make a noise... a familiar noise, which made my mind freeze as I felt my toes curling inside my shoes and my mouth trembling uncontrollably. It was the same sound as Tulley's. They were now allowing these moans to escape their throats and resonate in the tight concrete walls.
I had to do something. I began slowly to pass by them, trying to edge around. When, however, I was almost reaching the door, I could see their shadows turning slowly in my direction. The tension in the air was palpable, as if it could be cut with a knife. I held myself back from trembling as I tried to maintain composure in front of those men, whose bloodshot eyes were now fixed on me, full of terror and despair.
"What... what's happening?" My voice came out in a trembling whisper, barely able to make myself heard.
Bob and his cohort remained silent. They began to walk towards me, and in desperation, I opened the cell door and slammed it loudly behind me, not caring about attracting the guards' attention. As I looked around, I actually noticed that this was a concern I didn't need to have.
The environment where I was wasn't what I expected, from the prison corridor. It was actually another cell. I stopped for a moment, confused, only to be surprised by a figure in the center of it. A man in a straitjacket looking at me with a petrified smile.
"I've been waiting for you," he said. His voice was blood-curdling, sounding like someone scratching a chalkboard with their nails or scraping a fork on a glass plate.
I tried to open the door but it was stuck. When I turned around again, he was leaning, his face inches from mine, eyes bloodshot. I almost fell backward. He laughed. It was like the last time, he had his mouth covered by a sticky red mass that dripped, probably serving as material for the painting, which now displayed an almost complete surreal eye. He turned and walked to the painting, and then he regurgitated it again. Since his hands were tied, he used his tongue as a brush, finishing the last line of the drawing.
"This," he whispered. "Is my masterpiece."
I was trembling. I had forgotten Munford's advice, and now I found myself petrified, just like the others, staring at the eye. I don't know how much time passed, but I felt like it was hours, days... years. All in the blink of an eye, or rather, in a stare without a single blink.
I tried in vain to regain my composure. Scenes of horror penetrated my mind. Cadavers, bodies marked by playing cards. Criminals, inmates being violently beaten with batons, pepper spray, and all sorts of luxuries the police can serve, I saw gang fights, blood, death, and abuse. I saw people being killed inside the prison. Each scene of violence that each of those who looked had already witnessed. My legs were no more than reeds in the wind now, and I just wanted to run away and scream, cry, and sleep to never wake up again. I tried to scream but the man came to me, placing his foot over my mouth.
"Shhh... you need to see."
He repeated this indefinitely. "need to see, need to see, need to see, need to see"
With superhuman effort, I managed to free myself from the weight of his foot on my mouth, but I could barely articulate coherent words. My voice came out trembling and weak when I finally managed to speak:
"What do you want from me? Why are you doing this?"
He simply continued smiling, as if my words were just another piece in his sadistic game. Then, with a quick and fluid movement, he approached me, so close that I could feel his fetid breath and the metallic smell of blood dripping from his mouth.
"Your mind is a fascinating playground," he murmured, his voice echoing in the claustrophobic space of the cell.
I felt tears running down my cheek, and I knew what color they were. I stood there, in shock, staring at the large painted eye, while my entire being was eaten alive in fear and dread. I don't know how much time passed, maybe the entire age of the universe, eternity, who knows. I woke up on the infirmary bed. Wires connected to my arm while a machine reproduced the "beeps" of my heart.
I looked to the side, seeing the green eyes of nurse Linda looking at me, concerned.
"Are you okay?"
"You need to see," I said, not even wanting to.
She frowned, evidently confused by my response. Linda seemed hesitant, as if she were trying to decide whether to ask more or simply ignore my strange statement. I could see the concern in her eyes, but also a certain curiosity, as if something inside her was intrigued by what I had to say.
"What do you mean by that?" She finally asked, her soft voice echoing in the silence of the infirmary.
I sat up slowly on the bed, feeling a wave of dizziness pass over me. My mind was still cloudy, as if I were struggling to emerge from a deep nightmare. I tried to articulate my words as coherently as possible.
"I... I saw things," I murmured, my voice still trembling. "Terrible things. In the cell... in there... something... something is wrong."
Linda watched me with a serious expression, her green eyes analyzing me carefully. She seemed to understand that something serious had happened, but couldn't fully comprehend what I was trying to communicate.
"Look... you and the others had a collective hallucination in that cell... The director has already arranged for an investigation, but we suspect carbon monoxide poisoning, we've already talked to him about the lack of windows in that place, but it seems he doesn't listen."
I stopped, confused by that information. Was I hallucinating? Well, maybe I would even think that if it weren't for what followed. A man in a dark suit entered. He had a serious and intimidating expression, and he asked Linda to leave.
"Listen here, young man, you're lucky to have come back. The others are catatonic... and probably won't come back to themselves. That's why your cooperation is extremely important, and we need to know: what did you see?"
I stumbled, recounting as much information as I could remember, from Tulley to Bob. The man listened to me without making any expression. After that, he took a radio that was hanging from his blazer and said some words that I didn't quite understand, something like "Ceter," "Queter"... and then he took a clipboard, handing it to me.
"This is your letter of freedom. Our proposal is as follows: We release you from prison and in exchange, you don't open your mouth about the specific events mentioned here," he pointed to the clauses.
That was five years ago, and given my freedom, you must imagine that not everything that happened is transcribed here, but the most important parts are. I ended up visiting Munford a few times after that, and I was horrified to discover that Francis, on the eve of his release, hanged himself with the bedsheet. The old man and I stared at each other after this discovery, in a mutual silent understanding. Shortly after, they closed not only the cell, but our entire pavilion, relocating the inmates. I never saw Munford or any of the others again after that. My nightmares persisted, but in recent months they have been much less frequent, and I think I might be slowly healing.
I wanted to say that this story ends well, with my rehabilitation. A troublesome prisoner full of stories becoming a family man. And it would be, if it weren't for the last 15 minutes of this morning. I believe you may remember that I received a letter this morning like that cursed number. I left it on the counter in the living room while I came here, to have breakfast and finish reporting this to you. When I finished the last paragraph, I went back to the room, but now, it seems like the whole nightmare is back.
I felt the tears, transparent this time, forming in my eyes. In the center of the room right now is Linda, holding the letter, looking at something in it that I can already imagine. She's standing there, wet and red stains on her face, I can hear her whispering "You need to see... need to see," and by God... I can see...
2024.05.13 20:14 Yes_But_Why_Not How are shmups supposed to be played in general?
Hi,
what do I mean by this question:
The probably only shmup I can remember beating without cheats/credits spamming has been 'Jets 'n Guns' on the PC and I suppose the reason is that you can save in-between levels, grind and permanently upgrade your ship. I really would like to 'get' the genre as it is designed by the authors of the games and try to beat some more games.
When I tried any of the classical shmups like 'Raiden', my problem 20 years ago and today is basically the same: I try to play it by reacting to the actions of the enemies in real-time. I see shots incoming and try to evade them while trying to chase the enemies. But this cannot be the intended way since this is very often humanly impossible. From play-throughs I get the impression that this genre in general is more about memorizing the levels and be in the right place with the right weapon at the right time. Is that really how the classical shmups were designed by the Japanese authors? More or less as a puzzle? Meaning, if you are good in a specific game you could actually play it blind?
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what do I mean by this question:
The probably only shmup I can remember beating without cheats/credits spamming has been 'Jets 'n Guns' on the PC and I suppose the reason is that you can save in-between levels, grind and permanently upgrade your ship. I really would like to 'get' the genre as it is designed by the authors of the games and try to beat some more games.
When I tried any of the classical shmups like 'Raiden', my problem 20 years ago and today is basically the same: I try to play it by reacting to the actions of the enemies in real-time. I see shots incoming and try to evade them while trying to chase the enemies. But this cannot be the intended way since this is very often humanly impossible. From play-throughs I get the impression that this genre in general is more about memorizing the levels and be in the right place with the right weapon at the right time. Is that really how the classical shmups were designed by the Japanese authors? More or less as a puzzle? Meaning, if you are good in a specific game you could actually play it blind?
2024.05.13 19:45 accountforAITA A Detailed Analysis of Drakeās Strategy Throughout the Beef
WARNING: This is long as shit. Scroll down if you want to see a TLDR.
Look Iām not going to front and say that I donāt prefer Kendrick to Drake. Heās made two of my top three favorite projects ever even if Drake does have a decent share of projects in that list as well (In order being NWTS, IYRTITL, Views with that last one being a fair bit lower than the others). However I donāt think Iām so unreasonably biased for or against one party that my input is invalid. Iāve always gave Drake his flowers for the disses he released throughout the beef and you can check my post/comment history if you want to verify that. Iāve always been honest with how I felt regarding the big 3 and have had my fair share of criticisms regarding Kendrick. Iām going to break this into three sections. What he did right, what he did wrong, and what he should have done in certain scenarios. With that being said, letās start with the good.
WHAT DRAKE DID WELL
TLDR: Drake did a good job of manipulating the crowd and creating a strong narrative for himself during the weeks from Push Ups to Euphoria, lost momentum for a few days with the release of Kendrickās first set of tracks, regained it with Family Matters and then shit the bed tactically from then on. This wasnāt an unwinnable fight, he just made bad some very poor decisions towards the end.
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Look Iām not going to front and say that I donāt prefer Kendrick to Drake. Heās made two of my top three favorite projects ever even if Drake does have a decent share of projects in that list as well (In order being NWTS, IYRTITL, Views with that last one being a fair bit lower than the others). However I donāt think Iām so unreasonably biased for or against one party that my input is invalid. Iāve always gave Drake his flowers for the disses he released throughout the beef and you can check my post/comment history if you want to verify that. Iāve always been honest with how I felt regarding the big 3 and have had my fair share of criticisms regarding Kendrick. Iām going to break this into three sections. What he did right, what he did wrong, and what he should have done in certain scenarios. With that being said, letās start with the good.
WHAT DRAKE DID WELL
- Controlling the Narrative Around Kendrickās Silence - From the release of Push Ups until Euphoria, Drake was doing great manipulating public perception. āDroppingā Push Ups and then hitting a back to back with Taylor Made was a great move. It pissed Kendrick off, showed how low Drake was willing to go, and made people scrutinize Kendrick for not responding. Pair that with his constant trolling on IG and Drake had people looking at Kendrick worse for not dropping within a week than they did at Drake for not dropping within three. Combine that with having his team push the AI Kendrick song as real for days alongside his other antics and he was up in most peopleās eyes for over two weeks.
- Great Rapping - Iāve always been on Drake for his inconsistency when it come to his rapping quality on his recent albums. Way Iāve seen it heās an A student who consistently turns in C+ songs because he knows he can get away with it. But every single project heāll come out with at least one song that reminds me that when Drake is on heās a top tier MC. With diss tracks, Drake never has that dip in quality. Look at his catalogue. Back to Back, Duppy Freestyle, Family Matters. Except for Charged Up (and a track from this beef Iāll be getting to in a later section) Drake hasnāt released a bad diss track that I can remember. He did a lot of stuff that I really loved here. He absolutely beat Kendrick when it came to the MJ/Prince flips. He consistently had double and triple entendres throughout his best songs and generally didnāt feel overwhelmed or outmatched from a solely lyrical perspective against another all timer. While I expected him to cook, Drake surprised a lot of people with how good he was here.
- Making the 20v1 Narrative - Drake was smart when it came to how he played this (At least initially but weāll get back to that). He fed into the Thanos narrative really well on Push Ups and demonstrated exactly why the vast majority of the rappers dissing him waited until someone like Kendrick was leading the charge to say anything about Drake. It really felt like he was taking on the industry by himself and that gosh darn it he was holding his own at worst and winning in the eyes of a lot of people. He made sure to address everyone who came for him on Push Ups and while he didnāt destroy anyoneās career or anything, they were all solid shots and he definitively put himself in the lead.
- Moments - Drake had a lot of iconic moments throughout the beef. Whether it was telling Metro to shut his hoe ass up and play some drums or crushing the GKMC van or even the first moments when AI Pac and Snoop hopped on Taylor Made, thereās a lot of stuff that got people talking on Drakeās end. A lot of these moments are going to be talked about for years to come and even if not on a wider scale, members of his fanbase will appreciate them for decades to come. Creating moments is one of the most important strategies when having a battle in this day and age. Virality is oftentimes the judgment by which outsiders will judge the beef by when the credits roll.
- Underhandedness - While it might not seem like a positive, rap beef is rap beef. Lying, low blows and smear campaigns arenāt just accepted but encouraged. You and your opponent are essentially doing your best to try and ruin the other personās image as much as possible and Drake showed that if nothing else he had the stomach to do whatever it takes to piss of Kendrick and play to the crowd. AI Tupac, baiting Kendrick by mentioning Whitney, making fun of Kendrick for being āabusedā etc. While the success of these tactics varied MASSIVELY, I appreciated the fact that Drake showed that for him all restraints were off from the get go.
- Keeping a few consistent Narratives - Now Drake picked up and put down a lot of angles throughout this beef but he stuck to his guns throughout the latter half on two things, Whitney was cheating on Kendrick and that Kendrick was an abuser. And while he never really got those narratives to stick as much as the ones levied against him, theyāre still out there in the public consciousness and he kept the story consistent from Family Matters to the Heart Part 6. If nothing else he kept the allegations in peopleās mind and caused people to question Kendrickās character more.
- Overplaying the 20v1 Narrative - Look it was pretty obvious based on the music video and the teaser at the end of Push Ups that Family Matters was at the very least conceptualized before the release of Push Ups. While there were a few modifications like the whole āNigga I said it I know that youāre madā, this track would have been thought up while We Still Donāt Trust You was fresh in Drakes mind. As a result he played into the 20v1 narrative heavily. However by the time of Family Matters actually releasing, the only person who responded to Push Ups other than Kendrick was Rick Ross. Euphoria and 6:16 in LA had just dropped and it was pretty clear now that Kendrick was the main threat and who Drake needed to be worried about. Think about how many people were calling Drake Thanos and talking about him taking on the industry after Push Ups released vs in the lead up to Family Matters. He did not need to waste the best beat on Family Matters dissing A$AP fucking Rocky.
- Underestimating Kendrick - Look letās be honest for a second. Family Matters was the red button. It had a music video, Got teased on Push Ups, Drake called the beef twice in the second verse plus he announced his leave, and the Heart Part 6 mostly stuck to the same digs at Kendrick. If Drake still had a red button, the Heart Part 6 never gets dropped and weāre all better for it. The issue is that when Drake tried to 8 Mile himself by predicting Kendrick taking the pedo angle on Taylor Made, Drake didnāt actually have a decent response set up as we saw, he was just hoping the nigga would scrap the idea and use something else since he thought mentioning it first would take the sting out of it. When Kendrick predicted Drake saying stuff about his family on Euphoria, itās because he had something prepared if he did. Drake figured that Kendrick was trying to do the same thing as him and get ahead of the familial problems angle without having a decent response if it went there which is why he still banked on Family Matters being enough. He had no real plan for what to do if Family Matters didnāt kill Kendrick and he certainly didnāt have one for what to do if Kendrick dropped 20 minutes later and overshadowed his release.
- Making his lies too obvious - Look, this is a rap battle not a court room. The vast majority of claims made on either side are made by someone who has all the motivation in the world to lie about their opponent and isnāt required to give any evidence. Unverified claims are the backbone of most diss tracks. And Iām going to assume a decent amount of those are lies. However the problem Drake had throughout this beef, especially on his last two tracks is that he didnāt just make claims that are unverified but impossible to disprove, he made a bunch of claims that anybody with google or common sense can prove are straight up lies. Drake calling Kendrick an abuser canāt ever be truly disproven, nor can Kendrick saying Drake is a diaper sniper. But Kendrick not giving back to Compton is an easily searchable lie. So is Baby Keem writing Kendrickās best stuff considering he wasnāt an adult for four of his five studio albums. So is Kendrick not having gang ties. So is Kendrick being molested on Mother I Sober. And as of a couple days ago so is Drake planting the evidence from the cover art of Meet the Grahams and of the secret daughter. A lot of what Kendrick has said is similarly unverified and unreliable but almost none of it is definitively without a shadow of a doubt proven to be false. Now that doesnāt make it true in the slightest but it does make Drake look goofy when heās talking about all his stuff being facts when he gets caught definitively lying so often. If youāre going to lie on someone, make sure it canāt be debunked.
- Failing to Consider Public Perception - Drake has always been a very controversial figure in Hip Hop. Whether it be in the early days where people were after him for being too lightskin or too soft or the present where heās being lambasted for a variety of reasons (some more/less valid than others), heās never been universally liked at least as a person. Drake is no stranger to controversy and has moved pretty suspiciously both behind the scenes and to our faces. Itās safe to say that while way more people love than hate Drake, heās polarizing in a way Kendrick isnāt. Prior to Like That the worst thing anyone really said about Kendrick was that they werenāt fans of his music. So when he comes out and says stuff about Drake, it seems more real because Kendrick has no real marks on his credibility the way Drake does. Furthermore when Kendrick alleges that Drake has a secret daughter or likes kids, thereās a lot of heavily publicized behavior of Drakeās that doesnāt confirm but does lend credence to the allegations in a way Kendrickās doesnāt. Now obviously Drake has a much more public personal life than Kendrick and for all we know the latter actually is a monster behind closed doors while Drake just got caught in a series of unfortunate events. But when one party is already controversial and has a history of consistently weird behavior with underage girls, has a well documented record of promiscuity, and already got one kid exposed in a rap beef and the other has a rather spotless public image as well as nothing supporting the DV case but an allegation from 10+ years ago that got no attention from any major media outlets and that had a lot of pretty obvious holes, the public is a lot more likely to believe one crime happened over the other.
- The Heart Part 6 - It seems to age worse literally every day itās out at this point. Itās probably the first or second most poorly received track released since the start of this conflict and my personal least favorite. The big reveal of him secretly manipulating Kendrick sounded like bullshit when it first dropped. If he had the proof, he could have just made it the cover art instead of the Dave Free comment (if it was audio he could have sampled it). He could have won right there. He could have posted it on his story instead of just repeating āI donāt have a daughterā in the face of Meet the Grahams. Anything instead of let two extremely well received diss tracks drop on his head and let a record breaking song come out saying he doesnāt go easy on the young ones. Even if he were telling the truth heād look like a total goober not a war general. But with everything that came to light with that EbonyPrince2k24 account itās now a fact Drake lied about planting the evidence and even Akademiks corroborated that. He also came with zero new evidence of his claims on Family Matters which on its own wouldnāt matter since, again, itās a rap battle. But it rings pretty hollow when heās seen as less reliable as Kendrick already by the public and he himself is asking for proof from Kendrick and claiming that āAll [his] shit is factsā. Probably one of the worst things he did here was also how he defended himself from the allegations of being a baby bandit. A diaper sniper. Catching a bad case of āTeenage Feverā. Being P. Drizzy if you will. I mean aside from all the weird stuff about Kendrick hating child molesters because he was molested as a child (which would have been a bad angle even if it wasnāt easily disprovable), saying that youāre too rich and famous to be a creep is asinine. Weinstein, Epstein, R. Kelly, P. Diddy, Mick Jagger, MJ, Cosby etc. All got away with their depravity for decades before there ever came any mass movement to depose them with most of these guys having careers well after the first allegations were levied with their downfall only coming when their accusers numbered in the low dozens and they were mostly geriatric despite these crimes going back in some case to their twenties. In fact the majority of weirdos you hear about are the higher ups in politics/entertainment etc. Itās such a weird thing to say in your own defense.
- Gassing Out - Itās very clear what the gameplan was based on Drakeās actions looking back. Put Kendrick in a position where he needed to respond (hopefully with his supposed nuke) then clap back with Family Matters to secure a definitive win in the public eye before riding off into the sunset and taking a much needed vacation. He probably had that break planned before he even dropped his first track. Thatās is not what happened. Drake dropped as many tracks in the span of the past four weeks as Kendrick dropped in the span of four days with the latter seemingly upbeat and raring to go on his last track whereas Drake seemed low energy and unceremoniously ended things on the Heart Part 6. Compare his attitude on the Heart Part 6 vs on Taylor Made Freestyle and the difference is very clear. Drake wanted a short and simple battle where he baited a beatable response and then slammed it with Family Matters ala Story of Adidon. Instead he was put in a position where not even 20 minutes after heād dropped he was already back on the defensive and then a day later got hit with a back to back a lot nastier than even the actual Charged Up/Back to Back combo with the promise of more on the way if Drake didnāt back out. Drake wanted out since Family Matters but if he left the game for a while without responding to Kendrickās two tracks heād look like he totally pussed out even if he announced his leave before Meet the Grahams/Not Like Us were released. There was never supposed be a Heart Part 6 and it shows a little too obviously in his voice and lyrics on the track which to an outside observer doesnāt seem strong.
TLDR: Drake did a good job of manipulating the crowd and creating a strong narrative for himself during the weeks from Push Ups to Euphoria, lost momentum for a few days with the release of Kendrickās first set of tracks, regained it with Family Matters and then shit the bed tactically from then on. This wasnāt an unwinnable fight, he just made bad some very poor decisions towards the end.