Need an outside, strangers opinion here please. Yes this is long, if you have a short attention span, then this isn't for you.
My (22M) mum (46F) has completely changed as a human being, and I have no idea how to deal with it.
For some quick context, my mum has been SAHM, by choice, for my brother (6 years my junior) and I's entire childhood. She always been eminently capable: wielding a chainsaw with the best of them, staring down our highland bull, having 2 law degrees (I was unplanned, but a blessing apparently. She had big plans my mum) and just generally being kickass. She taught me that self confidence comes from the self, all that.
I've moved out and live with my fiance (22F), and my younger brother (16M) is a pretty self sufficient high schooler these days, so my mum announced about 18 months ago that she was going to start going to the gym, as she wanted to lose some weight and focus on herself a bit. My mum wasn't overweight by any means, and was already fitter than the average man on the street by way of regular farm work (my dad works an office job and is more of an indoor person, so my mum does the lion's share). I didn't see the need, but supported her in it, as there's no harm in self improvement, right?
My mum has a friend, called Tracey, who's essentially a running powerhouse. She's one of those people who runs up mountains in a hour and a half for a dare, and her idea of fun on the weekend is a half marathon. Not my cup of tea, but to each their own. This has never been my mum's cup of tea either.
Mum started going to the gym with Tracey, and all of a sudden I notice she now has instagram (she disapproved greatly of it when we kids got it). Through her new social media I found out she lost 15kg in the first 6 weeks. I was supportive and happy for her, as she was ecstatic with her progress. She started posting every day: status updates, gym session pictures, gym quotes etc. She seemed to be going a lot, but I had no idea how much until I went round for Christmas that year.
My mum, someone who never touched the gym ever 6 months ago, was (and still is to this day): Waking up at 5am for a 5km minimum trail run locally, THEN going and doing a circuit training class, THEN an hour long gym session, AND another hour long gym session to end the day. EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. OF THE WEEK. No breaks, no rest days. I work in a retail environment with genuine powerlifters, and from what bits and pieces Ive picked up, thats way too much. Tracey trains with mum and encourages her to go further as well.
Around the same time I noticed a proper attitude shift in my mum. For example, she gave me the silent treatment for a MONTH because the comment I put on her insta selfie made her feel self conscious. This is from the woman who used to pick me up from school in chainsaw chaps, because "I dont need to care about their opinions". Bear in mind she never told me what was wrong, she told my fiance and SHE had to tell me. Her temper has become razor sharp, and anything anyone says she erupts. My dad has genuinely given up on talking to her, he just shrugs when she yells now.
She used to be super interested in what we got up to, her kids. I actually had to tell her to back off when I first moved out, because she was checking in on me uninvited at least twice a week every week. We were fine after that, but she always asked after us, and I loved telling her stuff. I was always closer to my mum, we went on mother son movie dates when I was little, so Im used to sharing my life with her. But recently shes stopped caring completely. Like, completely. I have not had a single conversation with her in 18 months where she has not said: "Im fuzzy/tired, so dont expect me to listen much", in one form or another. I went on a massive 4 week holiday, where I proposed to my now fiance (who my mum adores), and she was the only one in the family who didnt care when I got back. Just casual indifference.
Thing is, every time we meet up with my family, she cannot WAIT to tell us about her gym stuff, and her progress, and some of it sounds super unhealthy. She was joking to my fiance only the other day that she likes it when Tracey is on her period, as that makes her 500g heavier than mum, I shit you not. Yes they are competing, period weight and all. My mum has gone from 80kg to about 55kg, lost all body fat, and ribs can be seen and felt. Its quite scary. She still eats proper amounts, according to dad, and every single person in contact with her outside her cabal of fitness bunny friends has expressed concern about her.
My dad, my brother and I have all tried to say something about this, at varying intervals. The response I got when I raised it was a rage filled accusation of me mansplaining her health to her, what would I know about health, Im the one who's changed not her, and the men in her family arent supporting her. My fiance has tried as well, and she was accused of letting me manipulate her into my line of thinking.
I have no idea what to do here. She refuses to go to the doctor, and insists she is healthier than ever. She's become a completely different person to the one that raised me for 20 years, and the whole family, both close and extended, have noticed. She causes a fight with SOMEONE every time we meet up as a family, and apparently everyone else is "shitty" all the time.
My fiance and I have had several long chats about her, and we've come to the conclusion that we don't really want to spend time with her or tell her news for her to shit on it with her lack of interest. She's pretty highly strung right now, so Im concerned going LC or NC might set her off and end up with her blasting me on insta or hunting me down at work, but to be honest breathing does that these days. And, I still love my mum? Like, I want my old mum back. I dont want to surrender her to this new person. This new person sucks.
What are your thoughts, internet strangers? She refuses all forms of therapy, doesnt believe in it, so this is all I have left!

Creative outlet is a fantastic way to process ones Experiencer Journey.
Many Experiencers are highly creative and it is also always so validating for others when they see art created by fellow Experiencers.
Even more awesome is when fellow experiencers work to help each other by offering to create art of people's encounters for them.
We encourage and support all of this here. I've personally done this for folks with a little 3D art though I wish I had the talent and time to do more. Someday perhaps.
But the reason I make this thread is so the community fully understands this. Because as you all know we run a tight ship here and are mindful of the subreddit getting over run with spam and endless personal promotion links and so on. So threads that just drop a link to something with no substance or written context or experience are often removed here. Or we temporarily freeze until the OP updates the thread with more substance for the community.
More substance in the original post itself often encourages people to check links and so on since they've had a chance to resonate with the experiencers personal journey to an extent. So it's a win all around.
I don't want people to get the wrong impression regarding out attempts to keep the quality of this subreddit to a certain standard. We highly highly encourage the sharing of art and creativity related to people's personal contact experiences here. We also now have the flair 'Art/Creative' as well so folks can tag such posts.
We just generally encourage some text base context or communication or experience sharing along with the provided material for all the above reasons.
But us mods are not robots. We do understand context. A random link to a 3 hour audio recording of someone's personal podcast about their encounters versus a pencil sketch drawing of an encounter are two different things in terms of engageability and impact in a thread. A sketch and other such art is highly engaging and a picture says 1000 words as they say. So we do take things like that into account.
So do please taking into account of all of the above and feel free to share your art and other creative endeavours related to processing your encounters here.
Indeed we highly encourage it here and it always warms our hearts to see!
Here are just a few awesome examples that have come up in our time :

• My First Alien Abduction - with Artwork showing what I saw
• Reconstructed in 3D a "dream" I had while in semi OBE. Does this place ring a bell ?
• Wondering if anyone here has had an experience like mine. (I'm adding a sketch I made of what I saw)
• Some Sketchs of the beings I know and their Crafts
• Trying to make sense of/direct my experiences through storytelling and visuals.
• Send-off to planet Earth - “starseed” mission
• I saw physical aliens on my neighbors roof and the talked to me telepathically!!
• The time my family and I witnessed a UFO on a roadtrip
• less matter more art

Some NHI's even seem to encourage creative outlet. Indeed this is an incredibly important aspect of the Experiencer Phenomenon as a whole.
For more on Experiencers processing their encounters via art check out this short vid on Tracey Taylor, who intuitively draws complex artwork and symbols related to her ET experiences:
https://reddit.com/link/1ckjqve/video/e05jw92xojyc1/player

Okay today's the day I post my final rookie running back grades!
I'm going to keep this one shorter than usual because I had such a hard time messing around with Reddit's text editor in the WR post yesterday. I don't know if they've changed some things but it gave me much more trouble than usual with formatting.
If you're not familiar with the kind of thing I do, I grade WRs and RBs out of 4 and post the grades here. You can see the history of my grades for running back going back to 2017 (and soon 2016): here.
Before we get to the rankings a couple notes on process and some justification for the grades:
The grades cover almost every RB drafted since 2017 and a small selection of undrafted guys, and a very small selection of guys from earlier classes. They use a combination of competition and experience adjusted production metrics, size and athleticism inputs, professional film grades, and NFL draft capital. The grades are technically out of 4 though it is possible in rare cases to exceed 4.
I do not include any analysis of landing spot in the grades. They only include things I can quantify and repeat year over year.
The tiers are historical tiers (not class by class) and break down like this:
1* are generational RBs. They are everything you want in a running back prospect and more. You move mountains to get these guys on your team. There have only been 3 from 2017-'23. Two have hit multiple RB1 seasons and the other is Bijan who obviously has many years left to join their company
1 are elite RBs. They are again everything you want in an RB prospect. The vast majority of these players have hit at least one RB1 season (PPG, I always use PPG) and the 2 that haven't suffered injuries that derailed their careers.
2 are upside RBs. These are still players you target in rookie drafts and look to buy value dips on but typically are majorly flawed in one way or another whether it be relatively poor draft capital, a poor receiving profile, relatively limited physical traits/abilities, or a bit of multiple things. This is where the hit rate hits the first big cliff but there are still multiple multi-year RB1s here.
3 are draftable RBs. These are the players you look to take dart throws on in round 3 and 4 of rookie drafts. "Draftable" does not mean "draftable at any price" and these guys often do end up way overpriced (CEH, Ronald Jones, Ke'Shawn Vaughn, etc.). That said, the best use of this tier is to identify your late round dart throw types. Aaron Jones, Austin Ekeler, James Robinson, Isiah Pacheco, Damien Harris, Marlon Mack, Elijah Mitchell all fall into this tier for example.
4 are avoid RBs. These are players that in some cases (Trey Sermon, Isiah Spiller, Michael Carter, Kenneth Gainwell) get pushed into 2nd or even 1st rounds of rookie drafts that we look to sell and that we disfavor as late round darts compared to tier 3. There are even in this tier a couple hits and so that differentiates these guys from those in tier 5 in terms of our attitude towards acquiring them. There are still hits here so if speculating in this tier is fine if the cost is 0 and you don't pass on tier 3 or 2 RBs to do so.
5 are ignore RBs. These are players that you just do not bother with at all. They are deeply flawed prospects that have 2 hits since 2017: Jamaal Williams last year on an outlier TD season and Kyren Williams last year.
Now on to some generalities about the class:
This ended up as a (for me at least) surprisingly deep class. There are 14 running backs here that hit the at least "draftable" tier. That's the deepest ever by that specific metric. Could speculate as to the reasons why but I'll leave that for others.
While deep, this class is overall not very good at all. There 3 relatively weak upside profiles, and 0 elite profiles. It reminds me a bit of last year's class if we removed the generational Bijan Robinson from the top. I liked Gibbs, Achane, and Charbonnet more than this years upside crop, but they're all in the same historical tier and the overall shape of the classes would be very similar minus Bijan -- three upside tier guys with major depth of draftable guys.
When thinking about the strength of a class, I tend to weight top end far more than depth and so I would say that the only worse RB class I've personally graded is 2019 when we only had Darrell Henderson and Miles Sanders as at least upside prospects.
On to the grades:

Player	Grade (x/4)	Historical Tier
Johnathan Brooks	2.75	2 - Upside
Trey Benson	2.75	2
MarShawan Lloyd	2.6	2
Jaylen Wright	2.35	3 - Draftable
Blake Corum	2.35	3
Blake Watson	2.25	3
Braelon Allen	2.2	3
Kimani Vidal	2.1	3
Will Shipley	2	3
Re'Mahn Davis	2	3
Isaiah Davis	2	3
Rasheen Ali	2	3
Audric Estime	1.95	3
Isaac Guerendo	1.95	3
Tyrone Tracey Jr.	1.75	4 - Avoid
Dylan Laube	1.75	4
Kendall Milton	1.6	4
Cody Schrader	1.5	4
Daijun Edwards	1.45	4
Dillon Johnson	1.4	4
Bucky Irving	1.1	5 - Ignore
Jase McClellan	1	5
Jawhar Jordan	.6	5
Emani Bailey	.55	5

Like I said, keeping this one relatively short so no individual write-ups.
If you read this far, thanks again and as always, I'm happy to answer questions.
See ya next year.

Lots of good takes from the previous post on our most recent game of darts. I was going to post my thoughts there but Redditt kept rejecting it telling me in a big red banner that "content cannot be created at this time." Of course, that led me to conclude that FF has taken over the moderator role and has banned me from the site until such time as I become a Daniel Jones believer. So if you are reading this post, it is not that I am dead and gone; rather it is that my limited computer skills have allowed me to foil FF by creating a new thread.
If it worked, this is the result:

1. No surprise, I was disappointed that Schoen could not manage to land Drake Maye and was compelled to go to Plan B. We have the single worst QB room in the NFL and that fact is recognized by every single person with a supposed informed opinion in the NFL writ large. Only Giants fans, desperate for a return to something approaching competitiveness, can continue to weave fantasies of Jones (and now Drew Lock) somehow emerging in their 6th NFL season into something they've never been - mediocre. It is not happening. Even if the FA O-Line moves work for the first time since 2010, and even if Nabers and Johnson elevate the entire passing game into something to be feared, we are still stuck with our worst player(s) at the most important position; a general leading us into battle who has never fought one himself. Incompetent at every level, and fundamentally untalented to boot. That singular fact dooms us until it is corrected. We might win 50% of our games this year; heck we might even make the playoffs; but if we do, it will be pulling our QB kicking and screaming along with us. And there is no plan to replace Jones in '25 when his cap hit will exceed $40M once again (before ballooning to almost $60M in '26). No one has a crystal ball and maybe a FA veteran on the back-9 of his career will be signed for even larger cap allocation to give us a year or two of NFL-average play and that will have to do. Not a long-term solution, but better than the current situation. For now, QB remains the glaring weakness. Go Wabash!!
   
2. All of the above said, the draft actually looks like Schoen's best work to date - at least it has that potential. Sad as I remain with the QB situation, it is hard not to fall in love with the Nabers pick. By all rights, he should be electric when he gets the ball in his hands. Of course getting the ball in his hands will be the tricky part. The opportunities might be numerous, but the variations will be limited. I'm imagining a 2016-ish season for him - very little by way of intermediate to deep passing, but lots of short passes with the ever-present threat, and occasional realization, that a 5 yard slant turns into an 80 yard TD. He'll be fun.
   
3. I absolutely love the Theo Johnson pick at TE. I believe he will quickly relegate Bellinger to the No. 2 role, which is where his talent says he belongs and where I think he too can thrive. Johnson has the size and skill-set to be a true two-way TE, something we haven't had since . . . . Mark Bavaro? I think once he gets acclimated, he will emerge as a true sleeper star. Again, will our QB play allow his talents to be fully exploited? Of course not. But he will literally be one of the best athletes on the field and ironically, from his Penn State days, he is used to playing with an awful QB, so at least his head won't explode (I'm a tad concerned about Nabers when he realizes for the 100th time he's wide open and Jones isn't even looking his way).
   
4. The Tracey pick is intriguing but he's a 5th round pick, a converted WR, 24 years old, so I'll wait and see. What he does prove, however, is what the contract negotiations with Saquon always suggested: Schoen does not put value in the RB position viz. asset allocation. It is RB by committee and running as a compliment to a pass-heavy offense. A modern approach to NFL offensive play for sure; but a little scary when your passing game is piloted by QB's who don't belong in the league. But hey, it's Schoen's philosophy and so we know what to expect.
   
5. The defensive picks all appear to be need picks, but at least the experts, so called, seem to love them, especially Nubin. Nubin is already a fan favorite after the video of his draft call with Schoen going viral, and why not? You have to love a kid that gets that excited. If he can translate his college ball-hawking production to the NFL, that will be a huge upgrade at the safety position. The hype around Phillips isn't nearly as extreme as Nubin, but folks still seem to like him a lot and he appears both physically and athletically to be a big upgrade over Flott and Holmes. The 6th round LB is likely just another ST'r who will only see the field if injuries abound, so not much to say there.
   
6. In summary, Schoen may have found 3 to 4 starters in this draft that not only constitute an upgrade over what we've been fielding (low bar), but an upgrade to top of league talent. That's pretty exciting and should make the team better.
   
7. When the above is added to Schoen's single best move to date - trading for Brian Burns - I believe that at least the defense has been dramatically improved. I loved the idea of Wink as DC, and there were some exciting moments; to the extent we were ever competitive in any game over the last 2 years, it was almost always because of the play of the defense. But overall, we were bad defensively. We could never stop the run and we could never get off the field. Against the league's best competition, we simply got run out of the house. I believe that is going to change. I remain higher on Thibs than it appears many do. I think the tandem of Thibs and Burns will provide pressure the likes of which we haven't seen since 2007. We are still a third pass rusher away from that lofty status. Dex needs a partner in crime to really compress the interior pocket and a third outside rusher would create so many more opportunities for Burns and Thibs. Potentially we have a third Edge in either Azeez or Simmons. No one has confidence in those guys at this point in their careers (unlike faith in Jones - weird), but each has shown they can rush the passer, especially in the right situation. The defense has the potential to be really good. DT now seems like the glaring weakness where there is Dex and no one else. Hopefully that can be schemed around so that we stop being a run sieve.
   
8. The offense will continue to lose us games, however. We don't know if the off-season moves at O-L will prove helpful. Lord knows,entering Year 3, no one believes in Evan Neal (unlike Jones in year 6 - weird). And every year we convince ourselves that last year's offensive line was so bad that this year's has to be better. After 13 years, one would think we'd at least win the law of averages. Whatever glimmer of hope some people retain for Daniel Jones (and now Drew Lock), it does seem to be the consensus that, at a minimum, our QBs need a world of help to reach the mediocre level. Until we see the offensive line reach a level of competence unseen since 2010, it is hard to see the QB play elevating on its own. Hopefully we can at least turn in a 2016-ish offensive production - bad, bad, bad, unexpected home run, bad bad, etc. Pair that with a really good defense, and 9-8 begins to look possible.
   
9. Of course 9-8 means no rookie QB of the future and the carousel continues to spin.
   

I was hesitant to play 007 Legends out of its reputation. It effectively killed the James Bond license in the video game industry. It was so reviewed and sold poorly that Activision pulled the plug. At times, it almost felt Activison wanted the game to fail, Like look at this cover art and this trailer. It screams a low-effort cash-grab.
Premise:
And then if you look at the premise, it is unreal, almost like a parody. The game begins with Skyfall where Craig Bond gets shot falls off the train, and has hallucinated dreams in the water, recollecting... all the iconic Bond movie adventures he had in the past.
For a while, I wanted EON to remake the "Bond novels" with a more modernized, grittier, and faithful approach. The movie Moonraker is entirely different from the novel Moonraker, which got a loose adaptation with Die Another Day. The same with You Only Live Twice and The Spy Who Never Loved Me. So I thought 007 Legends would do something like that, similar to how Casino Royale modernized the book while being faithful to the "story". It turns out it is remaking the "movies" in the most fan-servicey way, even going as far as to star the same actors.
This results in an absolutely bizarre tone, like how Goldfinger's classical 60s sensibility, characters, and fashions clash against the generic modern military shooter aesthetics. The "spec ops" commandos with the tactical gears are in a firefight with the Koreans with the blue garments. Pussy Galore with that 60s bob is kissing Daniel Craig. The entire premise for the Daniel Craig reboot is that it is taking Bond in the post-9/11 world as a grittier, realistic take on the James Bond IP. Yet here Craig Bond drives a super car through an ice palace to fight off a robocop. Then he goes to space and fires laser guns in zero gravity.
Continuity? What continuity? Felix Lighter is white, even though he's black in the Craig movies? Apparently, Bond married Tracey off-movie and had his wife killed. Bond apparently fought Blofled, so Spectre is not canon? (Wait, this is an improvement) License to Kill is the most consistent since the movie was already proto-Craig Bond flick, but all the other selections are just... bizarre. It wouldn't be so jarring had the game not even pretend these were canon. Maybe if each level is treated as "What If?" or starred the other Bond actors. They could have taken what EA did with From Russia With Love, resurrecting Sean Connery, Moore, Dalton, and make the video game adaptations of the iconic set-pieces from the films. However, the entire conceit of this game is that these adventures are canon within the framing device of Skyfall--the darkest and moodiest movie in the entire franchise.
Look, normally I would complain about how dumb this is... but honestly, I think even the game knows it is dumb. It's one thing to complain about how dumb Blood Stone is because it takes itself utterly seriously. With 007 Legends, the game knows itself as a schlock and embraces the absurdity of the premise. All the Bond games (and movies, too) I've played are ridiculous, and I prefer the ones that know that about themselves. I don't like the Bond games being just straight-up shooters, but I'll take the ones that are cartoonishly Bondian over just "the military shooter aesthetics, but with Bond". How can a developer not know it's goofy to play as Daniel Craig floating in space and firing a laser gun? It's endearing in a way no Bond game has been for many years.
I also think the movies they selected to adapt are okay choices, in the sense that each film varies and is distinct from the other. Apparently, watching the reviews and let's plays of this game made me surprised how many people dislike License to Kill and On Her Majesty's Secret Service?
Gameplay:
While 007 Legends rethreads Goldeneye Reloaded's foundation--it's basically a sequel in terms of the gameplay--it has some improvements. The gunplay feels better. I'd say Quantum of Solace still has the best "shooting", but the shooting here feels good, especially with the addition of the blood splash effect. Bond can jump and throw grenades. The movement is a bit faster.
In Goldeneye Reloaded, the player can only have the traditional fixed health system at the highest difficulty, and in that difficulty, the enemy accuracy and damage are insane. The fixed health system clearly was not balanced around the AI behaviors. It was so tedious that I had to crank down to the regenerating health system. In 007 Legends, the player can select the traditional limited health system and difficulty separately. I picked Agent difficulty with the Classic health system, and the combat was way smoother and enjoyable than Reloaded.
Stealth is substantially improved. The enemies actually have different states of suspicion, and they move out to check if they find anything odd. They discover bodies or hear sounds. The player can create distractions with gadgets. The shadows do factor in the enemy's visibility. The stealth is still rudimentary, like how if they finish searching a body, the level goes on full alert mode and the enemies immediately know where the player is. However, I did get to have more fun with sneaking around this time around.
Speaking of gadgets, the game does actually have them, not just a smartphone. Even the smartphone feels like a more proper gadget with different vision modes that serve different functions. There is a laser watch that creates a distraction or lets the player view the enemy locations, or a pen that shoots a sleeping dart. With that said, they added a minigame every time the player tries to hack something. I don't know if it's the executives forcing the developers to add them or the hacky designers thinking the players enjoy this kind of busy works.
Speaking of the hacking minigame, this game introduces so much "bullshit" I praised Goldeneye Reloaded for not having them. It has a melee combat minigame that functions as a boss fight. It seems every single level has at least one of these QTE fight sequences, and they all play exactly the same. Instead of these, they could have made a cool boss fight combat arena. The game also features the horrible vehicle levels, and I understood exactly why Call of Duty avoided implementing the vehicle system in their games for a long time. Clearly, the engine was not equipped for them. The physics are floaty, handling is unresponsive, and there is no sense of speed to it. After playing Blood Stone's satisfying vehicle levels, these come across as a fan mod or some sort.
I complained about how Goldeneye Reloaded has an objective system that serves no function. While 007 Legends does not even come close to the sophisticated objective-driven mission design, the objectives do matter here to earn XP. There is an actual motivation to do them in order to unlock skills and weapon attachments. Even the objectives themselves are more varied and diverse than the repetitive "scan the surroundings with the phone and hack stuff" objectives that comprised 90% of Goldneye Reloaded. The collectibles and health system incentivize the player to explore the levels.
The level design is sub-par, and often even more linear so than Goldeneye Reloaded. I'd say this is only a significant downgrade from Goldeneye Reloaded. The levels are just shooting galleries. The worst is the earlier levels which have no efforts put into it. The Goldfinger levels are indistinguishable from Call of Duty--completely railroaded with "follow this NPC to reach this place and wait until that NPC opens the door". The subsequent levels don't get much better than that. The game does have a "sandbox" in gameplay, but the levels barely utilize that sandbox in a creative way.
007 Legends gets going in the more enjoyable later levels though, containing some set-piece scenes that beat anything from the Activision era. The Moonraker levels reminded me of my memories of No One Lives Forever 2 and Contract Jack. Yet in terms of what the player engages, it's repetitive. Regardless of weapons, settings, or what enemies the player fights, every encounter seems to be the same. It is meant to be a Bondian power fantasy of being an action hero, but the gameplay punishes the player from fighting like an action hero. The player will spend most of time crouching still, covering, and stationary in one location.
Just compare an average combat encounter in 007 Legends to games like Goldeneye N64, and just by looking at them, Goldeneye looks fun while 007 Legends looks tedious. The best Bond shooters like Goldeneye, The World Is Not Enough, and Nightfire balance the moment-to-moment gameplay perfectly by juggling between stealth, sniping, multiple objectives, level navigation, and changing goals. There is a rhythm to how the player plays. In contrast, the Activision Bond games are all locked in an aggressively cover-based "peek and pop" loop. The best shooters all feature the player taking cover in specific gameplay scenarios, but they don't turn the entire combat loop into only that one strategy. 007 Legends may have a more robust sandbox, but that doesn't mean anything if the level design doesn't take advantage of it.
Though if you like Goldeneye Reloaded or the modern hitscan shooters like Call of Duty, 007 Legends is worth playing. I'd go as far as to say that 007 Legends is my favorite out of the Activision Bond era. This is like Diamonds are Forever or Die Another Day of the Bond games, in the sense that it's so bad it's good. It is shit, but it's deliciously shitty. Goldeneye: Rogue Agent was like that for some people, but for me, it's this game that I got the most enjoyment out of it.
Here is the thing. I prefer games that try to be ambitious rather than generic. I prefer to camp over bland. It is such a mess of different ideas that it rounds up into being entertaining. It is such unabashedly schlock, and that somehow makes it feel Bondian than the other Activision games. Quantum of Solace and Blood Stone felt like they were ashamed of being a Bond game, and those games ran out of ideas from the very first level. 007: Legends reverts a lot of the sillier Bond game elements from the likes of Agent Under Fire.

I had an idea to make a Pokemon anime rewrite for fun and post it here but there's one issue, being filler, I was wondering if you guys had any ideas? I'll give you the main characters and maybe you guys could give me some filler?
Kanto stays the same, except for Misty and Brock not going to Johto.
Ash in Johto uses his Kanto Pokemon alongside a new group of Pokemon to expand this roster (yes his team is mostly expanding the roster to make it more unique instead of replacing everyone with worse versions of themselves) alongside his new companions Lyra and Jasmine.
Lyra is pretty much the same as in game but is also one of Ash's rivals,
Jasmine is essentially the Brock of the group except she isn't revealed to be a gym leader for a while, and I'm not sure what else (so please give me more ideas for that).
Other characters will have appearances as well like Misty Brock and Tracey.
Ash's and Lyra's rivals are Gary S????? R?????? J???? H?????? M????? V?????? M????. (They'll be revealed throughout the series and I'll ask every collection of episodes).
I'd like most of the 251 Pokemon to make an appearance, and I was also thinking that battle tournaments would be cool too.
Team Rocket will appear in the show as well but they'll mostly be paying off debt, by doing tasks like catching rare and powerful Pokemon (yes I know that they are already supposed to be doing that but here it's more important and they don't show up as often).
There will also be a running gag for a while of Ash failing to catch a Dunceparce.
Please give me filler ideas!

I don’t know how Mr. Laraza discovered the place; I mean, it might as well be in Timbuktu, as secluded as it is, but somehow he did. He was a businessman before his mother died and he took over the family, and had dealings with some kind of logging corporation in Oreno. He owned a lot of land in New England, and even used to let guys in the family bury bodies there. Maybe he owned the little mountaintop, too.
He never used it much, only for real grudges, for guys who royally pissed him off. He wasn’t too big on killing, and tried his best to find other ways to punish people who screwed with him, but occasionally he got mad enough to order a hit. And, nine times out of ten, he was already so worked up he had the body buried at the place.
Only a few guys in the family knew about the place, and would rather get hot and heavy with their grandmothers than go up there. One old dog even had a heart attack when Mr. Laraza ordered him up…or so Little Jimmy Vario says.
Jimmy’s my father’s cousin, a broad man with a squat face, pug nose, beady black eyes and a Dick Tracey fashion sense. My father didn’t really like him, but I was mesmerized by him growing up. He lived a few houses down from us, and always had new cars, nice clothes, women way out of his league, and fistfuls of cash. He used to hand out hundreds to neighborhood kids like it was candy.
He took me under his wing when I was around thirteen or fourteen, and introduced me to the Gezippi crew. They owned a few legit businesses like a bar and a pizzeria, and I started out with honest work, sweeping the floors, mopping up, running errands. Soon I was trusted enough by the capo to do other things like run messages, pick up protection money, things like that.
Dad hated it, but by the time I was sixteen he gave in and told me to live how I wanted. I moved in with Jimmy and started serious work with the family. After about five years I was reporting directly to Mr. Laraza, an arrangement that only Jimmy, Tony DeSimone, and a few others were afforded.
I, like most of the family, didn’t know about the place...until September ’88.
See, in August, an associate in the Marsilavano crew, a half Italian/half Irish mongrel named Joey Hill, was arrested for drug manufacture and sale and copped a plea with the D.A.: He’d get a reduced sentence if he helped their little organized crime investigation. The entire crew ended up going to jail, and even Mr. Laraza was arrested, but released for lack of evidence.
Joey got out on bail one weekend and came by The Suite, a lounge Jimmy and Tony D. jointly owned in those days, like nothing happened, assuming, I guess, we didn’t have moles in the department. The idiot wasn’t even six steps in when Tony D. whipped out his .44 Bulldog and put five in his chest.
I was there that day, having a drink at the end of the bar with Tony’s nephew, David. He was about eighteen then, a few years younger than me, and we were pretty good friends. We just came in for a quick nightcap after Benny Castell’s sixteenth birthday party. He was Mr. Laraza’s nephew, so it was a real bash. Benny, who later joined the FBI and got killed by some religious cult, was with us, but he left about fifteen minutes before Joey came in.
David had never seen a man killed before, and sat there in dumb shock as his uncle and my cousin stood over Joey’s body laughing. I tried to…console him or something, squeezing his shoulder and telling him what a piece of fucking dirt Joey was, but Tony told me to go call Mr. Laraza, and I ran off to the back office and dialed his personal number.
When I told him what had just happened, his voice grew tight. "The rat’s fucked?"
"Yes, sir," I replied.
He was quiet for a long time, most likely contemplating his extraordinary luck. "Tell Jimmy to keep the body in the freezer," he said, "and tomorrow, take it to the place."
"What?" I asked.
"Just tell Jimmy," he said, and hung up.
I gave to message to Jimmy, and his little eyes lit up.
"I ain’t goin this time," Tony groused, "I got a date tomorrow."
"That’s okay," Jimmy said, clapping his large hand onto my shoulder. "I’ll take Tommy here."
"Where?" I asked.
"To the place."
"What’s that?"
"You’ll see," Tony chuckled, and Jimmy grinned.
They cleaned up the mess they made while I and David finished our drinks. Joey was a small guy, so Jimmy rolled him onto a sheet of plastic, wrapped him up, and dragged him off while Tony mopped up.
The next day was pretty busy, and I didn’t have much time to wonder about the place until it was almost time to go. Jimmy said that we would leave at seven, and by six-thirty we were having dinner at The Suite.
"So what the fuck’s up with this place?" I asked as Jimmy attacked a rack of lamb.
"Take it easy, will you?" he said around a mouthful. "You’ll see later."
By the time we were finished, it was almost seven, and curiosity had begun burning in my chest.
We dragged the body from the freezer and zipped it up in a black N.Y.P.D. body bag Tony got in bulk from a crooked cop buddy of his. David was there, and he went and got Jimmy’s Pontiac and drove it around back.
We loaded Joey into the trunk and ran David home. Tony was getting spiffed up for his date, but took the time to brew a pot of coffee for us.
Dusk had deepened by the time we got away. We had to stop by the house to pick up a few things, a shovel among them, of course, and were leaving the city on the Throgg’s Neck Expressway twenty minutes later.
Jimmy drove and I sat shotgun. I had a metal station from Jersey on at first, but when that faded out after a Krokus song I switched it off and we rode in silence. The highway passes through many small New England villages and port towns, and I watched these blur by, enjoying the ride and the tranquil sounds of the tires humming on the pavement.
We talked on and off, not about anything important. I tried to ask him about the place again, but he just looked at me, his face ghoulish in the green dash glow, and told me to wait and see.
It took us forever to reach Maine. The dark highway just kept unfurling like a carpet to hell. I’d never been out of the state (well, Jersey), and the ride seemed eternal.
"Where the hell are we going?" I asked after we crossed the border.
"The place," Jimmy evaded.
I shook my head.
We followed the craggy coast for hours before we passed through the city of Bangor and took a back road through the woods. "We’re gettin close," Jimmy said.
About twenty minutes later, we pulled off the highway and followed a little dirt road, eventually parking in a grassy clearing bathed in cold moonlight.
"Alright," Jimmy said, killing the engine. We got out and went around to the trunk. He popped it open and handed me the shovel.
"There’s a path," he said, "mostly up hill. We should be there in an hour or so."
He dragged the bag out and flopped it carelessly aside. He reached into the trunk, came back with a long-handled flashlight, and clicked it on, dust motes swirling in the bright beam.
"On the way up," he said, sweeping the trunk with the light, "if something talks to you, just ignore it."
For a moment I didn’t understand. "Huh?"
"On the path," he removed a red gas can and slammed the lid, "if you hear something talking to you, don’t pay it any mind."
"What the fuck would talk to me?"
Jimmy took the shovel and zipped that and the gas can up in the body bag "Nothin. That’s just it. Ignore it. Loons. Sound carries and plays tricks on your mind. Now help me with this asshole."
Jimmy grabbed one end and I the other. Once we were situated, we began walking through the snarled weeds to the path.
"So, where the hell are going, anyway?"
"Cursed Indian burial ground or something," he said.
"What?" I asked. "Cursed burial ground?"
"Yeah. It’s the soil," Jimmy replied. "Makes the dead rise."
"What?"
"Yeah. Some evil spirit in the ground or somethin. Gets in bodies and…infests them, you know?"
"Jimmy...don't bullshit me."
We reached the forest. Shifting the bag, Jimmy pulled out the flashlight and clicked it back on. Ahead, a worn dirt trail curved up and out of sight between the towering pines.
"Honest," he finally said as we started up, "I seen it with my own eyes. You put someone in, they come back."
"Bullshit."
"Really. You bury ‘em in the ground, and they come back. They’re all stupid and droolin, but, you know, alive."
"Shut up."
"I swear to God," Jimmy solemnly returned.
"Yeah, whatever."
The trek through the forest from there was a misery. Occasionally, we’d come across a fallen tree and have to scramble over, Jimmy carrying Joey over in shoulder like a fireman would carry an unconscious woman from a burning row-house. In one spot a large section of the path had been washed away, and the fall was at least fifty feet down onto the carpeted forest floor. Jimmy tossed Joey across and inched along an outcropping of ledge left behind. I’m usually not afraid of heights, but I sure as hell was then. My heart crashing and my stomach rolling, I squeezed my eyes shut and shuffled over, my arms held out for balance like a high-wire artist.
But worse were the voices, babbling from the undergrowth like the River Styx over bleached skulls. I don’t know when they started, but all at once I realized that half-formed words were being whispered to me from the darkness.
"Jimmy?" my heart was throbbing, my breath hot and shallow.
"Just loons," he said reassuringly.
"No," I replied, "those aren’t…"
"Sure they are."
I opened my mouth, but before I could reply a chilling wail rose sharply behind us, hitching and shivering like demonic laughter.
My heart halted as both I and Jimmy froze.
"What the fuck was that?"
Jimmy, still holding a corner of the bag with one hand, slowly swiveled his head, his face bloodless and his eyes wide. "It’s a loon. Just a loon."
It came again, this time further, fainter.
"That’s not a fucking loon." I looked tremblingly over my shoulder; the path stood empty in the moonlight filtering through the treetops. I fumbled for my gun.
"Loon. It’s just a loon. Everything’s fine." Jimmy sounded more sober. "Now come on."
Heart sputtering, I fell in line, glancing often over my shoulder. When we emerged from the forest ten minutes later, a small chunk of dark weight melted from my chest.
"I hate you, Jimmy," I panted, "I hate you."
Jimmy laughed.
"I hate you. I hope you get whacked tomorrow."
"If I do, you just bring me up here, okay?" He laughed. "I'll be back on the street collectin shy money by dinnertime."
We crossed a large rocky butte, canted like the deck of a sinking ocean liner, a few dead trees twisting from the thin soil like ghoulish hands. Through another stand of gray wood we found another path, this one gravel, and followed it up the steep hillside.
The summit was barren, save for piles of stones glowing in the light of the waning moon. Some were perfectly arranged in neat piles, but others lie strewn about like blasted rubble.
I looked over my shoulder. Far below, the tops of dark pines fell away to a distant river, gleaming silver. On the other bank, a white church spire rose in rural beauty. I was surprised how clear the view was.
"Okay," Jimmy said, startling me, and dropped Joey. I let go, rubbed my hands on my coat as though they were foul, and stepped back. Jimmy bent, unzipped the bag, and pulled the shovel and gas can out.
"You just hang out," he told me, "I’ll dig dummy’s grave."
"Okay," I said, pulling my gun from its shoulder rig. I looked warily around me.
Jimmy rolled up his sleeves and started digging. I stood over him, watching, smoking, and nervously sweeping the mount with the gun.
"Alright," he grunted about fifteen minutes later. He pulled Joey out of the bag and rolled him into the shallow pit with his foot. "You fill it in while I go get some rocks," he told me, and then left me alone.
Now totally calm, I finished my cigarette and then started hefting clods of dirt onto Joey. I looked over my shoulder when I heard Jimmy coming. "You want all the dirt in?"
"Yeah. Whaddya think?"
"I dunno. The shit's magic, ain't it?"
"Fuck you," Jimmy said, taking offense to the sarcasm in my voice. "Get outta the way." He took the shovel from me and did it himself. I stood aside and smoked another cigarette, watching him and thinking. I didn't think he was lying to me, let's just get that out up front, but...how the fuck was I supposed to believe that a dead guy was going to get out of the ground? I didn't, I couldn't. What was this, some kind of elaborate rite of passage or something? Hell, maybe those voices in the woods really belonged to guys in the family. Maybe they were trying to make me shit myself.
No, no, that wasn't right. The look of absolute terror on Jimmy's face when that thing started screaming...that was real. Jimmy's an awful actor, and an even worse liar. Tony told me a few times that if Jimmy ever got caught the cops wouldn't even have to use a polygraph to know he wasn't being honest.
If that wasn't it...then what the fuck?
Was he being serious? Was Joey really going to come back?
When Jimmy was done he piled the rocks in a crude pyramid on top the grave. "Done and done," he said, dusting his hands like they were two chalk erasers. He dragged a few pieces of wood from the night, arranged them much like the rocks, and then touched a bundle of dry grass off with his Zippo. The fire, though feeble, was much better than the ghastly glow of the moon.
"We might hafta wait a while," Jimmy said, easing down with a grunt, "it varies, but it usually takes twenty minutes or so."
"So…you're being serious? I mean...this is gonna happen?"
Jimmy sighed. "No, we're just standin guard so the animals don't get him. Of course it is. Why the fuck you think we drove 50,000 miles into the middle of nowhere?"
I grasped for a reply.
"You think I'm shitting you, but just wait until this asshole comes back. You'll see then."
We were quiet for a while. "What am I going to see? What the hell's the point in all this anyway?"
"The point," Jimmy said, lighting a cigarette, "is that this dickface gets to get whacked more than once. Just blastin him ain't good enough."
I guess that made sense. Sort of. "But…how do you kill what’s already dead?"
"Shut up with the questions, will you? You'll see."
For a long while we smoked in silence, gazing into the soul of the fire and lost in our own thoughts. More than half an hour must have passed before I heard the furtive rocky scraping at my left.
Even then I don't think I really believed that Joey was going to come back. I just couldn't make myself truly accept it. When I first heard it, I guess I thought Jimmy was trying to light his Zippo. I was looking up at the moon, so I didn't see him.
"Ah, there he is."
Inexplicably, my heart sank. I looked at Jimmy, who was grinning like lunatic. "What?"
He sang a parody of that oldie "My Boyfriend's Back."
I glanced over at the mound...
...just in time to see a few stones tumble down.
"The fuck?" I muttered, my throat suddenly tight and my heart starting to crash. If it were a movie, this would be the scene where loud music plays as the camera zooms in and out on my slack face real fast as all kinds of psychedelic shit swirls and flashes in the background.
Jimmy laughed.
Spider-like, a white hand stained with dirt burst from the depths of the cairn. I jumped to my feet with a breathless cry of terror.
Jimmy flicked his latest cigarette butt into the fire and got to his feet.
"Joey!" he cried, throwing open his arms as he strutted over to the cairn, from which stuck a wiggling forearm, "what’s goin on?"
At the graveside, he pulled back his left leg and lashed out at the hand. A soulless screech came from the mound, and I fell back a few steps, panting and nauseous with horror.
Jimmy bent, picked up a rock, and leered over the grave for a moment. Then he took a step back, and when he shifted his weight, I saw that Joey was sitting up, gazing dazedly off to his left. His head swiveled bonelessly, and he looked quizzically up at Jimmy.
"Welcome back," Jimmy said, and brought the rock down so hard on Joey’s head it split in half. The sickening crack of the dead man’s skull sent shockwaves of disgust through me, and I turned away and puked.
At last, I only dry wretched, my chest a mass of agony and my mouth acidic. I had fallen to my knees as the world grayed around me, and quickly got to my feet.
Jimmy was already sitting by the fire, the rock heap back in perfect order. I sank dazedly down across from him. Without a word, his produced a flask and handed it to me. I took a large sip. The alcohol was warm and tasted like cherries.
When I was done, I handed it back. Jimmy, face stony and bizarre in the flickering glow, shook his head. "You need it more than me."
I put it in my jacket pocket.
"I guess I shouldn’ta brought you here," he said solemnly.
"Look, I’m sorry, it’s just…"
"Nah," he said, "it’s fine. Some guys don’t even make it this far. They run away down the path and that’s that." He smiled. "When I first came up here back in ’62, I nearly shit myself. Literally. I had to go off"- he motioned past me-"and let loose."
He dreamily shook his head. "The trip up’s the worst part. We’ll go back down after the sun comes up. Sound good?"
I nodded. That sounded great.
Soon, the rock pile beside me began crumbling again. I reacted a little calmer than I had before. I jumped to my feet and backed off like a man does when he finds a black widow in a dark corner, but I didn’t puke.
When Joey was sitting up, Jimmy kicked him in the chest so hard I heard the former’s spine crack in half. Joey gurgled and gagged as Jimmy stood over him. "Havin fun, rat?" Jimmy asked, and then stomped Joey’s face in.
The entire night passed thus. It was a pattern: Sit by the fire, kill Joey, sit by the fire, kill Joey. Jimmy really was having fun. He stabbed Joey, shot Joey in the heart, threw a rock at Joey’s head, injected Joey with some kind of poison, lobbed the top of Joey’s head off with the shovel, got a running start and kicked Joey’s head, garroted Joey with a rope.
Finally, he started getting tired.
"You wanna get him next?" he asked heavily, slumping down across the fire.
I shook my head. "No, you go ahead."
He chuckled. "We done everything we can do to him. Let’s just bu…." He trailed off, perking, his eyes widening. "That’s it!"
For a half an hour he sat giddily in silence, waiting for Joey to get back up. As soon as he did, Jimmy shot him and got the gas can. Splashing the contents on Joey’s inert form, he said, "Now let’s see if ashes come back."
They did. Got in my lungs and made me cough. They swirled around Jimmy's head and he opened his mouth like a whale inhaling plankton. "I'mma shit him out tomorrow. Say hello to the other rats in the sewer for me, Joey."
Joey won in the end. Two years later, Jimmy got lung cancer and died. They said it was his smoking but I kind of think Joey fucked up his lungs. I'm fine. Didn't breathe enough of him in. As for The Place, I never went back there. I'd rather get walked into an empty room like Joe Pesci than go back to that fucking cemetery.
Just as long as they didn't bring me back.

I don’t know how Mr. Laraza discovered the place; I mean, it might as well be in Timbuktu, as secluded as it is, but somehow he did. He was a businessman before his mother died and he took over the family, and had dealings with some kind of logging corporation in Oreno. He owned a lot of land in New England, and even used to let guys in the family bury bodies there. Maybe he owned the little mountaintop, too.
He never used it much, only for real grudges, for guys who royally pissed him off. He wasn’t too big on killing, and tried his best to find other ways to punish people who screwed with him, but occasionally he got mad enough to order a hit. And, nine times out of ten, he was already so worked up he had the body buried at the place.
Only a few guys in the family knew about the place, and would rather get hot and heavy with their grandmothers than go up there. One old dog even had a heart attack when Mr. Laraza ordered him up…or so Little Jimmy Vario says.
Jimmy’s my father’s cousin, a broad man with a squat face, pug nose, beady black eyes and a Dick Tracey fashion sense. My father didn’t really like him, but I was mesmerized by him growing up. He lived a few houses down from us, and always had new cars, nice clothes, women way out of his league, and fistfuls of cash. He used to hand out hundreds to neighborhood kids like it was candy.
He took me under his wing when I was around thirteen or fourteen, and introduced me to the Gezippi crew. They owned a few legit businesses like a bar and a pizzeria, and I started out with honest work, sweeping the floors, mopping up, running errands. Soon I was trusted enough by the capo to do other things like run messages, pick up protection money, things like that.
Dad hated it, but by the time I was sixteen he gave in and told me to live how I wanted. I moved in with Jimmy and started serious work with the family. After about five years I was reporting directly to Mr. Laraza, an arrangement that only Jimmy, Tony DeSimone, and a few others were afforded.
I, like most of the family, didn’t know about the place...until September ’88.
See, in August, an associate in the Marsilavano crew, a half Italian/half Irish mongrel named Joey Hill, was arrested for drug manufacture and sale and copped a plea with the D.A.: He’d get a reduced sentence if he helped their little organized crime investigation. The entire crew ended up going to jail, and even Mr. Laraza was arrested, but released for lack of evidence.
Joey got out on bail one weekend and came by The Suite, a lounge Jimmy and Tony D. jointly owned in those days, like nothing happened, assuming, I guess, we didn’t have moles in the department. The idiot wasn’t even six steps in when Tony D. whipped out his .44 Bulldog and put five in his chest.
I was there that day, having a drink at the end of the bar with Tony’s nephew, David. He was about eighteen then, a few years younger than me, and we were pretty good friends. We just came in for a quick nightcap after Benny Castell’s sixteenth birthday party. He was Mr. Laraza’s nephew, so it was a real bash. Benny, who later joined the FBI and got killed by some religious cult, was with us, but he left about fifteen minutes before Joey came in.
David had never seen a man killed before, and sat there in dumb shock as his uncle and my cousin stood over Joey’s body laughing. I tried to…console him or something, squeezing his shoulder and telling him what a piece of fucking dirt Joey was, but Tony told me to go call Mr. Laraza, and I ran off to the back office and dialed his personal number.
When I told him what had just happened, his voice grew tight. "The rat’s fucked?"
"Yes, sir," I replied.
He was quiet for a long time, most likely contemplating his extraordinary luck. "Tell Jimmy to keep the body in the freezer," he said, "and tomorrow, take it to the place."
"What?" I asked.
"Just tell Jimmy," he said, and hung up.
I gave to message to Jimmy, and his little eyes lit up.
"I ain’t goin this time," Tony groused, "I got a date tomorrow."
"That’s okay," Jimmy said, clapping his large hand onto my shoulder. "I’ll take Tommy here."
"Where?" I asked.
"To the place."
"What’s that?"
"You’ll see," Tony chuckled, and Jimmy grinned.
They cleaned up the mess they made while I and David finished our drinks. Joey was a small guy, so Jimmy rolled him onto a sheet of plastic, wrapped him up, and dragged him off while Tony mopped up.
The next day was pretty busy, and I didn’t have much time to wonder about the place until it was almost time to go. Jimmy said that we would leave at seven, and by six-thirty we were having dinner at The Suite.
"So what the fuck’s up with this place?" I asked as Jimmy attacked a rack of lamb.
"Take it easy, will you?" he said around a mouthful. "You’ll see later."
By the time we were finished, it was almost seven, and curiosity had begun burning in my chest.
We dragged the body from the freezer and zipped it up in a black N.Y.P.D. body bag Tony got in bulk from a crooked cop buddy of his. David was there, and he went and got Jimmy’s Pontiac and drove it around back.
We loaded Joey into the trunk and ran David home. Tony was getting spiffed up for his date, but took the time to brew a pot of coffee for us.
Dusk had deepened by the time we got away. We had to stop by the house to pick up a few things, a shovel among them, of course, and were leaving the city on the Throgg’s Neck Expressway twenty minutes later.
Jimmy drove and I sat shotgun. I had a metal station from Jersey on at first, but when that faded out after a Krokus song I switched it off and we rode in silence. The highway passes through many small New England villages and port towns, and I watched these blur by, enjoying the ride and the tranquil sounds of the tires humming on the pavement.
We talked on and off, not about anything important. I tried to ask him about the place again, but he just looked at me, his face ghoulish in the green dash glow, and told me to wait and see.
It took us forever to reach Maine. The dark highway just kept unfurling like a carpet to hell. I’d never been out of the state (well, Jersey), and the ride seemed eternal.
"Where the hell are we going?" I asked after we crossed the border.
"The place," Jimmy evaded.
I shook my head.
We followed the craggy coast for hours before we passed through the city of Bangor and took a back road through the woods. "We’re gettin close," Jimmy said.
About twenty minutes later, we pulled off the highway and followed a little dirt road, eventually parking in a grassy clearing bathed in cold moonlight.
"Alright," Jimmy said, killing the engine. We got out and went around to the trunk. He popped it open and handed me the shovel.
"There’s a path," he said, "mostly up hill. We should be there in an hour or so."
He dragged the bag out and flopped it carelessly aside. He reached into the trunk, came back with a long-handled flashlight, and clicked it on, dust motes swirling in the bright beam.
"On the way up," he said, sweeping the trunk with the light, "if something talks to you, just ignore it."
For a moment I didn’t understand. "Huh?"
"On the path," he removed a red gas can and slammed the lid, "if you hear something talking to you, don’t pay it any mind."
"What the fuck would talk to me?"
Jimmy took the shovel and zipped that and the gas can up in the body bag "Nothin. That’s just it. Ignore it. Loons. Sound carries and plays tricks on your mind. Now help me with this asshole."
Jimmy grabbed one end and I the other. Once we were situated, we began walking through the snarled weeds to the path.
"So, where the hell are going, anyway?"
"Cursed Indian burial ground or something," he said.
"What?" I asked. "Cursed burial ground?"
"Yeah. It’s the soil," Jimmy replied. "Makes the dead rise."
"What?"
"Yeah. Some evil spirit in the ground or somethin. Gets in bodies and…infests them, you know?"
"Jimmy...don't bullshit me."
We reached the forest. Shifting the bag, Jimmy pulled out the flashlight and clicked it back on. Ahead, a worn dirt trail curved up and out of sight between the towering pines.
"Honest," he finally said as we started up, "I seen it with my own eyes. You put someone in, they come back."
"Bullshit."
"Really. You bury ‘em in the ground, and they come back. They’re all stupid and droolin, but, you know, alive."
"Shut up."
"I swear to God," Jimmy solemnly returned.
"Yeah, whatever."
The trek through the forest from there was a misery. Occasionally, we’d come across a fallen tree and have to scramble over, Jimmy carrying Joey over in shoulder like a fireman would carry an unconscious woman from a burning row-house. In one spot a large section of the path had been washed away, and the fall was at least fifty feet down onto the carpeted forest floor. Jimmy tossed Joey across and inched along an outcropping of ledge left behind. I’m usually not afraid of heights, but I sure as hell was then. My heart crashing and my stomach rolling, I squeezed my eyes shut and shuffled over, my arms held out for balance like a high-wire artist.
But worse were the voices, babbling from the undergrowth like the River Styx over bleached skulls. I don’t know when they started, but all at once I realized that half-formed words were being whispered to me from the darkness.
"Jimmy?" my heart was throbbing, my breath hot and shallow.
"Just loons," he said reassuringly.
"No," I replied, "those aren’t…"
"Sure they are."
I opened my mouth, but before I could reply a chilling wail rose sharply behind us, hitching and shivering like demonic laughter.
My heart halted as both I and Jimmy froze.
"What the fuck was that?"
Jimmy, still holding a corner of the bag with one hand, slowly swiveled his head, his face bloodless and his eyes wide. "It’s a loon. Just a loon."
It came again, this time further, fainter.
"That’s not a fucking loon." I looked tremblingly over my shoulder; the path stood empty in the moonlight filtering through the treetops. I fumbled for my gun.
"Loon. It’s just a loon. Everything’s fine." Jimmy sounded more sober. "Now come on."
Heart sputtering, I fell in line, glancing often over my shoulder. When we emerged from the forest ten minutes later, a small chunk of dark weight melted from my chest.
"I hate you, Jimmy," I panted, "I hate you."
Jimmy laughed.
"I hate you. I hope you get whacked tomorrow."
"If I do, you just bring me up here, okay?" He laughed. "I'll be back on the street collectin shy money by dinnertime."
We crossed a large rocky butte, canted like the deck of a sinking ocean liner, a few dead trees twisting from the thin soil like ghoulish hands. Through another stand of gray wood we found another path, this one gravel, and followed it up the steep hillside.
The summit was barren, save for piles of stones glowing in the light of the waning moon. Some were perfectly arranged in neat piles, but others lie strewn about like blasted rubble.
I looked over my shoulder. Far below, the tops of dark pines fell away to a distant river, gleaming silver. On the other bank, a white church spire rose in rural beauty. I was surprised how clear the view was.
"Okay," Jimmy said, startling me, and dropped Joey. I let go, rubbed my hands on my coat as though they were foul, and stepped back. Jimmy bent, unzipped the bag, and pulled the shovel and gas can out.
"You just hang out," he told me, "I’ll dig dummy’s grave."
"Okay," I said, pulling my gun from its shoulder rig. I looked warily around me.
Jimmy rolled up his sleeves and started digging. I stood over him, watching, smoking, and nervously sweeping the mount with the gun.
"Alright," he grunted about fifteen minutes later. He pulled Joey out of the bag and rolled him into the shallow pit with his foot. "You fill it in while I go get some rocks," he told me, and then left me alone.
Now totally calm, I finished my cigarette and then started hefting clods of dirt onto Joey. I looked over my shoulder when I heard Jimmy coming. "You want all the dirt in?"
"Yeah. Whaddya think?"
"I dunno. The shit's magic, ain't it?"
"Fuck you," Jimmy said, taking offense to the sarcasm in my voice. "Get outta the way." He took the shovel from me and did it himself. I stood aside and smoked another cigarette, watching him and thinking. I didn't think he was lying to me, let's just get that out up front, but...how the fuck was I supposed to believe that a dead guy was going to get out of the ground? I didn't, I couldn't. What was this, some kind of elaborate rite of passage or something? Hell, maybe those voices in the woods really belonged to guys in the family. Maybe they were trying to make me shit myself.
No, no, that wasn't right. The look of absolute terror on Jimmy's face when that thing started screaming...that was real. Jimmy's an awful actor, and an even worse liar. Tony told me a few times that if Jimmy ever got caught the cops wouldn't even have to use a polygraph to know he wasn't being honest.
If that wasn't it...then what the fuck?
Was he being serious? Was Joey really going to come back?
When Jimmy was done he piled the rocks in a crude pyramid on top the grave. "Done and done," he said, dusting his hands like they were two chalk erasers. He dragged a few pieces of wood from the night, arranged them much like the rocks, and then touched a bundle of dry grass off with his Zippo. The fire, though feeble, was much better than the ghastly glow of the moon.
"We might hafta wait a while," Jimmy said, easing down with a grunt, "it varies, but it usually takes twenty minutes or so."
"So…you're being serious? I mean...this is gonna happen?"
Jimmy sighed. "No, we're just standin guard so the animals don't get him. Of course it is. Why the fuck you think we drove 50,000 miles into the middle of nowhere?"
I grasped for a reply.
"You think I'm shitting you, but just wait until this asshole comes back. You'll see then."
We were quiet for a while. "What am I going to see? What the hell's the point in all this anyway?"
"The point," Jimmy said, lighting a cigarette, "is that this dickface gets to get whacked more than once. Just blastin him ain't good enough."
I guess that made sense. Sort of. "But…how do you kill what’s already dead?"
"Shut up with the questions, will you? You'll see."
For a long while we smoked in silence, gazing into the soul of the fire and lost in our own thoughts. More than half an hour must have passed before I heard the furtive rocky scraping at my left.
Even then I don't think I really believed that Joey was going to come back. I just couldn't make myself truly accept it. When I first heard it, I guess I thought Jimmy was trying to light his Zippo. I was looking up at the moon, so I didn't see him.
"Ah, there he is."
Inexplicably, my heart sank. I looked at Jimmy, who was grinning like lunatic. "What?"
He sang a parody of that oldie "My Boyfriend's Back."
I glanced over at the mound...
...just in time to see a few stones tumble down.
"The fuck?" I muttered, my throat suddenly tight and my heart starting to crash. If it were a movie, this would be the scene where loud music plays as the camera zooms in and out on my slack face real fast as all kinds of psychedelic shit swirls and flashes in the background.
Jimmy laughed.
Spider-like, a white hand stained with dirt burst from the depths of the cairn. I jumped to my feet with a breathless cry of terror.
Jimmy flicked his latest cigarette butt into the fire and got to his feet.
"Joey!" he cried, throwing open his arms as he strutted over to the cairn, from which stuck a wiggling forearm, "what’s goin on?"
At the graveside, he pulled back his left leg and lashed out at the hand. A soulless screech came from the mound, and I fell back a few steps, panting and nauseous with horror.
Jimmy bent, picked up a rock, and leered over the grave for a moment. Then he took a step back, and when he shifted his weight, I saw that Joey was sitting up, gazing dazedly off to his left. His head swiveled bonelessly, and he looked quizzically up at Jimmy.
"Welcome back," Jimmy said, and brought the rock down so hard on Joey’s head it split in half. The sickening crack of the dead man’s skull sent shockwaves of disgust through me, and I turned away and puked.
At last, I only dry wretched, my chest a mass of agony and my mouth acidic. I had fallen to my knees as the world grayed around me, and quickly got to my feet.
Jimmy was already sitting by the fire, the rock heap back in perfect order. I sank dazedly down across from him. Without a word, his produced a flask and handed it to me. I took a large sip. The alcohol was warm and tasted like cherries.
When I was done, I handed it back. Jimmy, face stony and bizarre in the flickering glow, shook his head. "You need it more than me."
I put it in my jacket pocket.
"I guess I shouldn’ta brought you here," he said solemnly.
"Look, I’m sorry, it’s just…"
"Nah," he said, "it’s fine. Some guys don’t even make it this far. They run away down the path and that’s that." He smiled. "When I first came up here back in ’62, I nearly shit myself. Literally. I had to go off"- he motioned past me-"and let loose."
He dreamily shook his head. "The trip up’s the worst part. We’ll go back down after the sun comes up. Sound good?"
I nodded. That sounded great.
Soon, the rock pile beside me began crumbling again. I reacted a little calmer than I had before. I jumped to my feet and backed off like a man does when he finds a black widow in a dark corner, but I didn’t puke.
When Joey was sitting up, Jimmy kicked him in the chest so hard I heard the former’s spine crack in half. Joey gurgled and gagged as Jimmy stood over him. "Havin fun, rat?" Jimmy asked, and then stomped Joey’s face in.
The entire night passed thus. It was a pattern: Sit by the fire, kill Joey, sit by the fire, kill Joey. Jimmy really was having fun. He stabbed Joey, shot Joey in the heart, threw a rock at Joey’s head, injected Joey with some kind of poison, lobbed the top of Joey’s head off with the shovel, got a running start and kicked Joey’s head, garroted Joey with a rope.
Finally, he started getting tired.
"You wanna get him next?" he asked heavily, slumping down across the fire.
I shook my head. "No, you go ahead."
He chuckled. "We done everything we can do to him. Let’s just bu…." He trailed off, perking, his eyes widening. "That’s it!"
For a half an hour he sat giddily in silence, waiting for Joey to get back up. As soon as he did, Jimmy shot him and got the gas can. Splashing the contents on Joey’s inert form, he said, "Now let’s see if ashes come back."
They did. Got in my lungs and made me cough. They swirled around Jimmy's head and he opened his mouth like a whale inhaling plankton. "I'mma shit him out tomorrow. Say hello to the other rats in the sewer for me, Joey."
Joey won in the end. Two years later, Jimmy got lung cancer and died. They said it was his smoking but I kind of think Joey fucked up his lungs. I'm fine. Didn't breathe enough of him in. As for The Place, I never went back there. I'd rather get walked into an empty room like Joe Pesci than go back to that fucking cemetery.
Just as long as they didn't bring me back.

Hi there!
This is going to sound extremely niche, and I know that this isn't game-related specifically, but it does concern The Sims 2 and I have absolutely no idea where else to ask about this.
I'm having a difficult time remembering the name/channel of a Sims 2 series creator that I particularly liked. As far as I can tell, the channel has been deleted, but I'm hoping that these videos might be available through the internet archive (or that somebody might have even been nice enough to save the videos themselves?).
There are two series that I am looking for. The first one was called "Loves Me Not" (yes, like the tATu song) and set in Belladonna Cove; and as the reference to tATu implies, it was about a budding lesbian romance between the two main characters. I don't remember the names of the characters unfortunately, but what I do recall is that the creator of this series begun it, decided that they weren't happy with their sims cinematography (simematography? lol) and they gave it a "reboot" that was of better visual quality/better storytelling, even though all the same plot points were being hit. I was SO engrossed in this series, and it was so exciting watching how the story was developing! I'm absolutely devastated that I can no longer find this one, as I don't know if it was finished, but I would have loved to know the conclusion. Also, I know that there are many music videos made in TS2 for this song specifically - but this is a multi-episode series!
The second series I cannot remember the name of at all, which really annoys me. What I do remember is that it was set in Pleasantview, and that the creator had used some kind of a cheat or a mod (that they were really cagey about) that allowed the sims to free roam between lots in the neighbourhood - I swear I remember there being a scene where one character was running through the streets from one lot to another. This series was focused on gay romance - and I can remember that one of the leads was called Tracey (or Tracy? He was a male with some variation of that name) but beyond that I really don't remember much. I do know that this one was much more progressed in its storyline than Loves Me Not - probably because the other got rebooted and lost time - and I think I remember a conflict between one of the leads and their parents (all main characters/love interests in Loves Me Not and this second series were teens) that might have escalated to physical violence - but I don't know if or when this story ever got resolved.
I would have been watching this series in 2012, when I was about 11/12 myself (hence my foggy memory - also, I didn't have an email address at that age, so no way to subscribe to the creator's channel). However, of all the sims videos I used to watch - and I watched HEAPS - these two in particular were my absolute favorites. Again, this might be a long shot, but I'd greatly appreciate any help or information people might have about this 🙏

Killing idiots is my great joy in life, and I’ll thank you not to speak ill of it until you’ve tried it for yourself.

Tom Morfin Riddle, for most of the story going by the name of Quirinus Quirrell, but at times taking up a variety of names, including Lord Voldemort, David Monroe, Alexander Chernyshov, and Jeremy Jaffe, is an antagonist in the Harry Potter fanfiction Harry Potter and the Methods of Rationality. Prior to the start of the series, he saw the wizarding world as at threat from the muggle world, so he seeked to unify it with him at the helm. Initially creating a Dark Lord alter ego for magical Britain to unify against, along with impersonating someone he killed to play the part of a hero, so he could orchestrate both sides of the conflict. He eventually found the other wizards so incompetent that he gave up on having the good guys win, deciding to have the Dark Lord take over magical Britain, aiming to eventually take over the world, instead.
However, his events hit a snag when he learnt of a prophecy telling of his possible defeat. In trying to resolve it favorably for him, he accidentally ended up killing himself, and to his surprise, his system of improved horcruxes didn't let him come back on his own; he had to wait a decade for Quirinus Quirrell to stumble upon one of them so that he could return, possessing Quirrell's body. After that, he enrolled as the Defense Professor at Hogwarts, at least partially as part of a plot to get the Philosopher's Stone. Eventually, he heard of further prophecies indicating that Harry Potter would tear apart the stars and destroy the world. As taking over the world and becoming immortal would be pretty pointless if the world were destroyed, he resolved to contravene those prophecies every step of the way.
This thread includes a piece of additional information provided by the author outside of the work itself. In line with how the author himself thinks that texts should stand on their own, and that anything he says that isn't in the text itself is merely the Opinion of God, that information will be prepended by [OOG].

Supplemental Feats

Physicals

Strength

• Voldemort ripped a dojo Master's tongue out. Given that he contrasted this with the story that Quirrell learned at that dojo, while Voldemort didn't have the temper to, and the later revelation that Quirrell and Voldemort are the same person, it's unclear which of these stories is true.
• When his true form was resurrected, it had limbs lean and pale, little-muscled but giving an impression of terrible strength.

Durability

• Quidditch needed solid iron Bludgers just to stand a decent chance of injuring the players, since wizards tended to be a lot more resistant than Muggles to impacts.
• A fall from three stories high wouldn't kill a wizard.
• Hermione claimed that witches were more resistant to falls, but Hermione's mother didn't quite believe that.
• A boy fell head-first into the floor, being left groaning and rubbing his head. Hermione comments it was lucky he hadn't been a Muggle, or he might have snapped his neck.
• After Fred Weasley got hit by a stone club, and sent flying through the air until he hit a wall, Harry commented that, if Bludgers didn't kill wizards, then Fred should be able to survive a blow like that.
• A witch slapped a student hard enough that a Muggle would have lost teeth.

Speed/Agility

• Fought Gregory Goyle, in a sequence too fast for Harry to make sense of what was going on.
• As soon as Lily Potter began casting the killing curse, he began doing so too, completing it before her. We later learn it took him less than half a second to cast it.
• Moved his wand so fast it was like it had Apparated (teleported) into place.
• His duel with Bahry is something Harry doesn't think he'd be able to understand even if he was watching from a meter away, it was all happening too fast.
• Before Tracey could run three steps away, Quirrell hissed, and Tracey fell to the ground and did not move.
• Harry was viscerally shocked at how fast Quirrell tore the shields surrounding the Aurors apart, he almost hadn't been able to see the successive lashes of color.
• Began chopping a root one-handed, the knife moving almost invisibly fast and with no apparent effort.
• Cast the Killing Curse, it blazing out faster than Harry could possibly have cast the Patronus Charm, faster than he could possibly have moved. It was already over even as Harry cried out and went for his wand.
• After Harry raised his gun but a fraction of a second before he pulled the trigger, Voldemort jabbed his wand downward, and created a wall of dirt to intercept all three bullets.
• Dodged a Stunning Hex which was moving towards him almost faster than the eye could see.

Stamina

• Quirrell says it would be wise to fear him, even were he starved and nine-tenths dead.
• Reacted poorly to being stunned by Severus, needing to be taken to St. Mungos, here he was found to have a state of exhaustion indicating he'd been overworking himself for weeks.
• While recovering from that state of exhaustion, he spoke six of the thirty incantations he used to safeguard important conversations, as that was all he could manage.

Perception

• Could tell when he was about to have company in his classroom, turning off a spell before Dumbledore arrived.
• Crushed a blue beetle that was observing his meeting with Harry. Given the context from last chapter, this seems to have been Rita Skeeter Animagus'd into the form of a blue beetle, which Quirrell located in the room somehow.

Magic

For generic uses of magic, not associated with particular subsets or with named spells.

Combat Magic

• Even back when he was learning martial arts, he was a prodigy of Battle Magic. With wandless magic alone he could have killed every martial artist in that dojo.
• A brief and terrible magic lashed out from his wand, scouring the hole in the wall, scarring the huge chunk of metal that lay in the room's midst.
• Created a dark red octagon that withstood forty or so fiery bolts. Hermione couldn't imagine a Shielding Charm that powerful, one that could withstand an army.
• At his direction, pure magic, pure power crashed into a room like a flash of lightning, like a thunderclap echoing about that deafened McGonnagall's other senses, the papers on her desk blown aside not by any conjured wind but by the sheer raw force of arcane might.
• With a twirl of his wand, sprayed a liquid at a plant. This seems to have been acid.
• Created a barrier, a slight shimmer, a globe-shaped distortion in the air, that would explode if touched, by any material thing, capable of killing Harry.

Object Enchantment Magic

• Cast a spell on the golden plaque in the Pioneer 11 probe, making it last a lot longer than it otherwise would.
• Touched his wand to Harry's mokeskin pouch, murmuring a quiet incantation, adding some new enchantments that would let him enter the pouch on his own in snakeform, and leave it on his own, and hear what went on outside while he was in the pouch.
• Placed a trace on Snape's wand.

Temperature Magic

• After seemingly pondering on how to torture an inkwell to death, it caught fire in his hands and burned with a terrible slowness, hideous black-orange flames tearing at the metal and seeming to take tiny bites from it, the silver twisting as it melted.
• Burned through the substance of Hogwarts, trying to reach Harry's fight with the troll. He burned through many walls and floors this way
  • He later says this was a spell of cursed fire, with which he burned through some walls and floors.
    • This was talked about earlier as an extremely dangerous and destructive spell, which people tried (and failed) to use to kill Dementors. It's the sort of spell that would be used to destroy an ancient device such as the Sorting hat.
  • This spell requires the permanent sacrifice of a drop of blood; your body would be lighter by that drop of blood, from that day forward. It's not the sort of spell to cast often. On top of that, strength of will is demanded for the cursed fire not to turn upon the caster and consume them.
• As he walked through a huge pipe, the sheets of cobwebs burned away before him.
• Despite his many layers of shields, Macnair quickly fell into seven flaming pieces. It's unclear whether this was done by Voldemort alone, or whether the other Death Eaters had a role in it.

Teleportation Magic

• Tossed a bronze Knut at Harry, he caught it and was teleported to Diagon Alley. Soon later Quirrell teleported there.
• Gave a flick of his fingers, and when his hand finished the gesture he was holding his wand. Madam Pomfrey thinks she confiscated it off of him.
• Lowered his gun, it seemed to disappear into his hand. The gun once reappeared in his hand at Harry's hesitation, and was later found, among his other possessions, to be in his suit jacket.

Telekinesis Magic

• Has, in many cases, telekinetically moved relatively small and light objects within a range of a few meters through simple hand gestures.
• Knocked down two hundred students to stop them from dragging down Potter faster than Harry. As he began to sit up after casting it, Lupin said he shouldn't be doing that, but Quirrell quickly responded by saying that he didn't cast such a powerful Charm by strength alone, he did it by being efficient.
• Has, in many cases, telekinetically moved other individuals.
• A powerful wizard can cut through a solid metal wall in seconds, with a gesture and a word. An average adult wizard would take a few minutes to do that, and would be winded afterwards. Voldemort is later described as a tremendously powerful wizard.
• Made six sets of double doors slam shut all at once.
• Stripped naked forty-four bullies and stuck them to the ceiling.
• Levitated Tracey into the air then placed her down again. Harry was concerned that he was going to rip off her legs.
• A wave of his hand floated a cauldron into place. A brief circling of his finger set a spoon into motion, which continued stirring without being held.
• Tore the True Cloak of Invisibility away from Harry and towards himself.
• Walked up to a workspace he'd made for himself. The dirty old stone doors swung open without being touched, the marble slabs rose up from the ground. The stone doors closed behind him and Harry. He waved his wand above his head in a small circle, then an altar and six dark-marble obelisks rose up from the ground.
• With a violent gesture, the robes around the original Quirinus Quirrell's sleeping form were torn in half, his purple-and-green tie shredded, and his suit-jacket drawn to where Voldemort stood.
• Waved his hand at an obelisk, it began to rotate, then turned itself to lay flat upon the ground. Another obelisk turned to lay flat. Soon after four obelisks lay flat upon the ground, evenly spaced, the other two had been floated away. He gestured at the sleeping mouth of Quirinus Quirrell, and from Quirrell's mouth floated up two teeth, one went into Voldemort's pile of items, the other floated to before the altar.

Sleep Charms

• Charmed Harry's parents asleep.
• Made three Aurors unconscious.
• Before Tracey could run three steps away, Quirrell hissed, and Tracey fell to the ground and did not move.
• Gave out another terrible hiss, the three Aurors and Professor McGonagall fell off their broomsticks and dropped heavily to the forest floor, lying motionless.

Magic Suppression

• With considerable effort, was able to cross the wards Dumbledore had placed around Harry's house.
• Caught the Auror Bahry's stunner at the end of his wand. Not blocked, not countered, not deflected, caught like a fly in honey.
• Poked at Bahry's stunner where it still wavered on the end of his wand, drawing out red sparks and flicking them away with his fingers, slowly disassembling the hex.
• Continued to draw threads of fire out of the much-diminished stunbolt still captive on the end of his wand, his fingers now weaving small patterns of Bahry's own magic before flicking to disperse them.
• Prevented Bahry's mirror from letting him communicate.
• Pronounced words in unrecognizable languages that would white out the whole area, tear away half of Bahry's shielding, and cause Bahry to stagger back.
• A sensation of something dark pressed down on all present. All shielding spells died out without any visible hex touching them. There were more flashes of light as more desperate spells were fired, but they fizzled out in midair.
• Made two barriers of solid blackness dissipate like smoke.
• Dumbledore believes Quirrell pierced Astorga's shields when Daphne Greengrass struck at him. Harry is confused at this.
• An Auror interrogator spat Polyfluis Reverso at Quirrell. Quirrell sneezed, which somehow caused the mirror-silvered ray to disrupt in a shower of white sparks. He did this despite not having a wand.
• When Hermione cast Stupefy at him, the stunbolt slowed to a stop in front of his raised hand. He then flicked his forefinger casually at it, sending it shooting back over Hermione's head.
• All inner-circle Death Eaters are accustomed with putting up anti-Apparition, anti-portkey, anti-phoenix, and anti-time-looping wards.
• After he hissed, Draco tried using his mirror yet it remained lifeless, Tracey tried casting Prismatis and Stupefy but nothing happened.
• Gave forth another terrible hiss, and all the shielding spells on the Aurors and Professor McGonagall winked out.
  • Narration later says that Harry was still viscerally shocked at how fast the shields had been torn apart. He almost hadn't been able to see the successive lashes of color which had torn away the shields like tissue paper.
• Spent months befuddling all the wards and tripsigns upon some of Hogwarts' chambers.
• Banished some purple fire with a stroke of his wand.
• Harry only had a twinge of regret over not bringing a portkey, as an inner-circle Death Eater such as Voldemort would routinely put up boundaries against portkeys, if Severus were to be believed.

Magical Countermeasures

• Harry explained his mental barrier against Dementors to Quirrell.
• He and his fellow Death Eaters plan to exorcise the surrounding area in case Harry leaves a ghost upon death.
• Has set wards against Time's looping.

Matter Manipulation/Creation

• With a gesture, made a harness, small cloth device, and something like handcuffs appear on Bellatrix.
• Sealed the exits with slats of dark metal that looked stained as though with blood.
• Jabbed his wand downward, causing a wall of dirt to rise from the earth, intercepting three bullets.
  • The dirt wall later crumbled at another gesture of his wand.

Clairvoyance

• Tapped a portkey, pinpointing that it would send the user somewhere in London.
• Deployed a gigantic square of something like parchment across the Hogwarts Quidditch field, functioning as enchanted screens, showing the events of a mock battle he organized.
• Had cast several tracking Charms on Draco Malfoy, which even after months let him know when Draco's health fell below a certain level. Harry later casts doubt on this story.
• Magically checked and graded tests surprisingly quickly.
• Has spells that can detect the True Cloak of Invisibility.

Light/Darkness Magic

• Plunged a corridor into utter darkness, so that only Tracey could be seen. Her eyes were changed, to the exact shade, to the green of Harry Potter's.
• As soon as Quirrell entered the interrogation room at the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, its original light dimmed and began flickering. The room then became lit by a sourceless ice-colored glow which illuminated all of Quirrell's skin except, somehow, his eyes, which stayed in darkness. The Auror on duty outside the room had tried to dispel this effect four times without the slightest success, despite the fact that Quirrell had surrendered his wand and had shown no sign of speaking any incantations nor exerting any other power.

Mind Manipulation

• Placed his wand on Snape's forehead, spoke some words, moved his fingers in the air as though manipulating a puppet on strings, and then Snape pushed himself up and stood once more to guard the corridor door.
  • We are earlier told that he intends to control Snape and use him to guard that door.
  • We later see Snape acting oddly, as if following a script rather than being aware of the world around him. Anyone inquisitive enough would probably notice something wrong with Snape.
• Before Tom reshaped the infant Harry into a version of himself, he invoked a curse upon himself and all other Tom Riddles who would descend from him. That none of them would threaten the others' immortality, so long as the other made no attempt upon their own. The curse also ended up binding Voldemort, but took no hold on the infant Harry. However, now that Harry tried to end Tom's true life just then, the curse is lifted.

Flight Magic

• Floated down to Harry from above, not touching any of the plant's leaves or tendrils, flying without apparent difficulty.
• Conventional knowledge says it's impossible for wizards to levitate themselves, or any object supporting their own weight. Yet Voldemort alone can fly - how? Initially this was done by attaching some short enchanted broomstick rods to his arms and legs, but in the current body, this was done by having someone cast broomstick enchantments on his bones.
• Flew past a spiral staircase of leaves and through a trapdoor.
• Upon obtaining his new body, took out four short wooden rods from his old possessions, and attached them beneath his robes. After that, he was able to fly.

Magical Creature Sacrifice Ritual

• There exists a ritual which can sacrifice a magical creature, transferring its magical nature to a subject. This usually fades after a few hours, with the subject sometimes dying when that happens, but the Philosopher's Stone should be able to make it permanent. He intends to sacrifice a mountain troll, applying its nature to Hermione. Over the course of the ritual, the mountain troll crumbled in on itself, becoming ashes hanging in the air, then dust, and then the dust was gone.
• The sacrifice seems to have worked; Hermione regenerated from a cut extremely quickly.
• He then sacrificed a unicorn. The unicorn swayed, and then disintegrated as the troll had done.

Misc

• Has completed trials requiring an amount of magic which Harry would not possess for another few years.

Spells

Killing Curse

• The Killing Curse is formed of pure hate, and strikes directly at the soul, severing it from the body. It cannot be blocked, and whomever it strikes, they die. It is told that Harry survived, being the only person to ever survive it, having it rebound and strike the Dark Lord, leaving only the burnt hulk of Voldemort's body and a scar upon Harry's forehead.
• The Killing Curse is unblockable, unstoppable, and works every single time on anything with a brain.
• The Dark Lord Crucioed a dojo's students into insanity, and then finished them off with the Killing Curse, while the dojo's Master was forced to watch. When all the students died this way, the Master followed. Given that he contrasted this with the story that Quirrell learned at that dojo, while Voldemort didn't have the temper to, and the later revelation that Quirrell and Voldemort are the same person, it's unclear which of these stories is true.
• All the Killing Curse takes to cast is power and a certain mood. The caster has to want the victim dead, but not for the greater good. It takes a cracked soul to cast. As a magically embodied preference for death over life, striking within the plane of pure life force, it's impossible to block.
• The Killing Curse keeps going until it hits a soul, straight through shields, and straight through walls.
• Casts Avada Kedavra three times in quick succession, killing a centaur. While Quirrell immediately after claims it was a stunning hex, and wakes up the centaur to demonstrate that, we later learn that he actually did kill the centaur, and just temporarily revived it with Inferius afterwards.
  • [OOG] In response to a question on Reddit asking if Harry not hearing Quirrell cast Avada Kedavra in this scene implies he can cast it wordlessly, the author responded that he can cast it wordlessly.
• Quirrell found out that the Killing Curse can be cast with something other than hate, a second level to it, like Harry found for the Patronus Charm. That's how some Dark Wizards were able to cast it many times in one fight, despite that conventionally requiring the desire to kill someone that many times over. Harry later figures out this alternate fuel; indifference.
• Used the Killing Curse to kill a gigantic three-headed dog.
• The Killing Curse is unblockable, unstoppable, and works every single time on anything with a brain.
• A being with the combined powers of a mountain troll's healing and a unicorn's life-preservation would only have the Killing Curse and Fiendfyre to fear.
• Used the Killing Curse on the original Quirinus Quirrell. Quirrell's unconscious body did not even jerk, the green light struck into it without other sign.

Cruciatus Curse

• The Cruciatus Curse produces unbearable pain. If it's extended for longer than a few minutes it produces permanent insanity. The Dark Lord Crucioed a dojo's students into insanity, and then finished them off with the Killing Curse, while the dojo's Master was forced to watch. When all the students died this way, the Master followed. Given that he contrasted this with the story that Quirrell learned at that dojo, while Voldemort didn't have the temper to, and the later revelation that Quirrell and Voldemort are the same person, it's unclear which of these stories is true.
• People can be Crucioed into insanity.
• Draco believes that Voldemort used the Cruciatus Curse to keep Death Eaters in line.
• Voldemort judiciously used the Cruciatus Curse on his Marked servants.
• When playing the role of Voldemort, he didn't have to suppress his impulse to Cruciate people for being idiots.
• Crucioed a Death Eater, making him scream for long, long seconds.
• Crucioed another Death Eater, the screaming only lasted a few seconds.
• Crucioed yet another Death Eater. He screamed for what seemed like a full minute.

Simple Shield

• Taught his class the Simple Shield.
• The Simple Shield is only large enough to protect the faces and chests of eleven-year-olds. On top of that, one can't fire and hold this shield at the same time.
• The Simple Shield isn't capable of protecting against all spells.

Sleep Hex

• Somnium is the primary means of taking out opponents in a set of war games Quirrell ran with his students. With how integral it is to the ruleset, and with all the students in the war games knowing it, they must have learned it from somewhere, so I've included it under the assumption that Quirrell taught it to the students, or otherwise is familiar enough with it to cast it, despite never objectively showing that capability.
• The Sleep Hex renders those it hits unconscious.
• Sleep Hexes can't be seen, as the spell is too weak.
• A near-missed Sleep Hex can cause numbness in part of the body.

Dark Mark

• Voldemort invented the Dark Mark to keep his force of Death Eaters united. Any breach of their loyalty would be punished by death, and any slack or incompetence would be punished by pain. None could escape Voldemort's grasp once they took his Mark, and they agree to take it because it made them unified.
• Lucius says that the Dark Mark only binds those who truly consent to it. But it's unclear how true this is, since this is said as part of his lie about not being a Death Eater.
• If someone bearing the Dark Mark knows they are caught for a Death Eater, before others who have not yet seen their bare arms, the Mark reveals itself, whether they want it to or not. If the others have already seen their arms bare, it does not reveal itself; nor if they're only being tested and not caught. Thus, it seems to identify Death Eaters, but only those that have already been found. Those that bear the Dark Mark can't reveal its secrets to those who don't know them, unless a test for Death Eaters based on asking questions they can't answer is suspected, in which case they can speak freely.
• Marked servants cannot escape punishment except by success, with no reasonable efforts accepted.
• After Macnair tried killing Voldemort, Voldemort said Macnair acted in sheer stupidity, for Voldemort commands their Marks.

Polyjuice

• Polyjuice can be used to impersonate others.
• Polyjuice'd himself into a lanky bearded man. Wearing a different body like this hinders your magic.
• Bahry is surprised that Quirrell can perform magic as delicate as he manages to when Polyjuice'd into someone else's body.
• Without redosing, Polyjuice only lasts for an hour.
• If a Polyjuice potion is contaminated with material from an animal, it can transform the consumer into a human-animal hybrid.

Disillusionment Charm

• The Disillusionment Charm turns things invisible. This tends to be accompanied by the sound of an egg cracking.
  • But not always completely so; after Snape Disillusioned Harry, there were still hints of distortion in the air when he moved.
• Disillusioned himself and his broomstick, creating a popping sound.
• Turned Bellatrix and himself invisible.
• Tapped himself on the head with his wand, creating a sound like an egg cracking, then turned invisible.

Obliviation

• Obliviation erases memories, but not all the effects of the experience.
• Obliviation selectively erases memories.
• Obliviated Bellatrix.
• An Obliviation could, by accident, erase ten years of someone's life.
• Casted a mass Obliviation.
• Obliviated the exact details of where he hid his horcruxes from his memory.
• Used Obliviations and False Memory Charms on Hermione. Obliviations to remove her memory of his failed attempts to get her to do evil.
• Checked on the Weasley twins, found and took their map, and Obliviated them afterward.
• Obliviated Mr. Nott and Miss Greengrass.

False Memory Charm

• The False Memory Charm creates fake memories in people.
• When cast perfectly, a False Memory Charm is indistinguishable from true memory, but one of such quality requires as much time to create as a true memory. Still, a subject's reaction to gaining those memories is hard to predict in advance without Legilimency.
• The False Memory Charm is far more difficult than Obliviation. You had to try to live the other person's entire life inside your own head. Quirrell quickly performed six False Memory Charms.
• False Memory Charmed a student into remembering Harry handing them a letter.
• Casted a mass version of the False Memory Charm, the one that just had the subject fill in the blanks using their own suggestibility.
• Used Obliviations and False Memory Charms on Hermione. False Memories were implanted of Hermione watching malfoy plotting against her.

Inferius

• A corpse risen by Inferius won't be able to think, and its body will still decay.
• Spoke a Latin-sounding incantation, ended with Inferius, to make a three-headed dog rise from death. Upon seeing this, Harry realized that Quirrell had also used this on the centaur who confronted him in the Forbidden Forest, although at that time it was cast without the spoken Latin.
• A later whispered word caused caused the three-headed Inferi to become a corpse again.

Fiendfyre Phoenix

• Spoke Az-reth six times, tracing a flaming rune that began to pour out twisted fire, blazing crimson, further red than blood, glowing as searingly intense as an arc-welder, with veins of black that seemed to suck the light from the fire. As much fire had poured out as the volume of a small bush.
• Within the blackened fire, animal shapes twisted wildly from one predator to another, before it took on the form of a blackened blood-burning phoenix. Something told Harry with a terrible certainty that if that black burning phoenix met Fawkes, the true phoenix would die and never be reborn.
  • Whenever a phoenix's body fails, they immolate themselves in a burst of fire and leave behind a hatchling, or sometimes an egg. As many times as they die, they'll always be reborn.
• Made a gesture with his wand, the phoenix flew to a door, consuming most of it and part of the archway with a single sweep of its crimson-burning wings.
• Faced with huge statues wielding swords and clubs, the Fiendfyre phoenix passed through them, leaving them cracked and burned. It then returned to hover an inch above Quirrell's left shoulder.
• Harry's dark side or just plain instinct was advising him not to get anywhere near that black-crimson fire hovering above Quirrell's shoulder.
• Is the standard counter-Charm for a boggart. The blackened fire flew into the room with a common boggart, there was a single squeak, and then nothing.
• A curtain of purple fire would have looked more threatening to harry, if it hadn't seemed pale and weak by comparison to the blackened flame hovering over Quirrell's shoulder.
• In the corner the Fiendfyre phoenix waited, some of the nearby stone beginning to gloss over as it melted to greater smoothness.
• The phoenix melted through a marble wall, creating a corridor large enough for Quirrell to follow through.
• The phoenix charged into the Mirror of Perfect Reflection. This consumed a minor concealing illusion that was on it.
• A being with the combined powers of a mountain troll's healing and a unicorn's life-preservation would only have the Killing Curse and Fiendfyre to fear.

Confundus Charm

• The Confundus Charm can change someone's beliefs.
• Quirrell had planned to Confund the monitors facing the aerial surroundings if Azkaban, causing them to see a repeating loop of scenery for a few minutes.
• A Confundus Charm would wear off after a few hours.
• Harry proposed a plan where Quirrell would Confund himself to mimic Dumbledore's state of mind upon defeating Voldemort.
• Quirrell enacted this plan, holding his wand to his head, saying Confundus, and suddenly his expression changed.
• Harry soon notes that Quirrell's Confundus Charm had been imperfect. The underlying personality of Quirrell was leaking through.
• The Confundus soon wore off naturally.

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4. IDRIS – La Trumpeta (Extended Mix) 05:37 95bpm 7B
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6. Spencer Morales – Mainline (DJ Spen Remix) 06:57 122bpm 12B
7. Grant Nelson – Everything (Original Mix) 06:29 125bpm 2A
8. Franky Boissy, Mr. V, Jason Merle, Corsica One – Soul Science (Main Mix) 05:33 123bpm 10A
9. Off The Cuff – Shake (Brian Tappert Extended Rework) 06:13 127bpm 9A
10. David Penn, OFFAIAH – Satisfied (Extended Mix) 05:16 126bpm 1B
11. Mike Newman – Son Of a Gun (Original Mix) 05:38 125bpm 9A
12. The Shapeshifters – Body Music (Extended Mix) 06:45 124bpm 9A
13. Groove P – Are They Real (Extended Mix) 07:17 124bpm 7A
14. Dr Packer – Ain’t No Fool (Angelo Ferreri Extended Remix) 06:01 123bpm 9A
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16. Sugarstarr – Back Into Time (12 Inch Mix) 05:31 124bpm 8A
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21. Cevin Fisher, D. Ramirez – Set Your Body Free (Extended Mix) 06:08 127bpm 4A
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27. Fire Island, Love Nelson – There But For The Grace of God feat. Love Nelson (Alan Dixon Extended Remix) 05:33 124bpm 6A
28. Roland Clark, Milk & Sugar – Celebrate feat. Roland Clark (CASSIMM Extended Remix) 05:27 126bpm 8A
29. Kevin Andrews, Flaunt-It – Come On In (Original Mix) 06:17 126bpm 9A
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32. Jazzy, Jamie Jones – We Groovin (Extended Mix) 05:34 124bpm 12A
33. Situation, Venessa Jackson – Fairy Godmother (Risk Assessment Disconnection Remix) 07:56 122bpm 9A
34. Marco Lys, Ben Miller (Aus) – Give It To Me (Extended Mix) 05:48 128bpm 10B
35. Seamus Haji, Mike Dunn – Serious (Extended Mix) 07:05 122bpm 8A
36. Mousse T., Ninetoes, TTeo – Holdin’ On To Your Love (Extended Mix) 06:48 121bpm 2A
37. Orange Muse – Keep The Funk Alive (Jazz-N-Groove Primetime Extended Mix) 06:24 127bpm 11A
38. MuSol, dAVOS – What Would We Do (2024 Extended ReSpray) 05:41 125bpm 2A
39. Richard Earnshaw, Mr. V – This House Is Yours (Extended Mix) 06:29 122bpm 8B
40. Mark Knight, Kathy Brown, James Hurr, Wh0 – Turn Me Deeper feat. Kathy Brown (Extended Mix) 05:21 127bpm 2A
41. Jay Vegas – Break Ya Down (Mark Knight Remix) 05:33 124bpm 8B
42. Julio Bashmore – Sprungboard (Extended Mix) 06:06 126bpm 7A
43. Barbara Tucker – Think (MicFreak Miami Vibes Remix) 05:16 125bpm 1A
44. Keys N Krates, Kiinjo – You Know (Extended Mix) 04:42 124bpm 7A
45. Luccio B – I Dont Need You (Original Mix) 04:40 124bpm 10A
46. Shermanology – U Got Me (Original Mix) 07:23 129bpm 6B
47. Re-Tide, Mattei & Omich, Katy Alex – Work It Out feat. Katy Alex (Extended Mix) 06:08 126bpm 8A
48. Jose M Duro, Rober Cruz, Raul Romo – Here We Go (Sugarstarr 12Inch Remix) 05:18 126bpm 10A
49. James Hurr, DJ Rae – That’s the Kind of Love I’ve Got for You (Extended Mix) 05:49 124bpm 11A
50. LF SYSTEM – All I’ve Got (Original Mix) 06:16 130bpm 4A
51. D Stone – Total Unison (Original Mix) 08:04 127bpm 2B
52. Block & Crown – Dope Dubbs ( Everybody) (Nudisco Dubb) 04:56 125bpm 4A
53. K’Alexi Shelby – The Ron Hardy Memo (Riva Starr Remix) 08:28 127bpm 9A
54. Riva Starr – How It Feels (Extended Mix) 05:39 125bpm 10B
55. Right To Life – Give It Up (Micky More & Andy Tee Extended) 05:59 123bpm 5A
56. Mark Knight, Green Velvet, James Hurr – The Greatest Thing Alive (Extended Mix) 06:04 122bpm 8A
57. Mark Funk, Danny Cruz – Yours (Original Mix) 05:44 124bpm 9B
58. Sparrow & Barbossa – Fired Up (You Got Me So) (Original Mix) 06:42 123bpm 6A
59. Kevin McKay, Simon Ellis – Walking On A Dream (Extended Mix) 04:55 125bpm 4B
60. Cajmere, Dajae – Brighter Days (Marco Lys Remix) 06:22 126bpm 8A
61. Deetron – Runnin’ (Original Mix) 07:05 127bpm 9A
62. Odyssey Inc., Wayne Soul Avengerz, Joa (UK) – We Got A Love Thang (Extended Mix) 07:52 125bpm 8B
63. Reza, Sheena, Kroose – Surrender To The Night (Extended Mix) 06:03 124bpm 6A
64. Jonk & Spook – 2 Spirits (Extended Mix) 06:01 123bpm 10A
65. Mr Jay, Joey SLVR – Music Saved My Life (Extended Mix) 06:19 124bpm 6A
66. Mochakk – Jealous (Extended Mix) 05:45 128bpm 9A
67. Opolopo – Stroke My Disco (Fouk Remix) 06:20 123bpm 5A
68. Ivan Pica – My Game (Extended Mix) 05:12 125bpm 7B
69. Rowetta, Sweet Mercy, Hot Since 82 – Reach Out (Original Mix) 05:02 126bpm 12A
70. Slow Motion – Darling (Original Mix) 05:04 122bpm 6A
71. Jay Vegas – Anytime (Is Party Time) (Original Mix) 06:00 124bpm 12B
72. George Cynnamon – You Can Do It (Original Mix) 04:59 124bpm 5A
73. Ant LaRock – I Want You Back (Original) 05:31 124bpm 9A
74. Mirko & Meex – I’ve Got Your Love (Original Mix) 04:58 124bpm 10B
75. Sven Kerkhoff – Feel It (Original Mix) 05:40 127bpm 4A
76. Daniel Steinberg – Artica (Original Mix) 04:45 128bpm 7A
77. St. David – Essence Of House (Extended Mix) 05:41 128bpm 8B
78. Shuya Okino – Shine feat. Diviniti (Mood II Swing Live Mix) 06:28 125bpm 8B
79. The Illustrious Blacks – Illusion (Extended Mix) 06:28 126bpm 7A
80. Steve Taylor, Guerrilla Disco – Love Walked Through The Door (Black Legend Remix Extended) 05:22 125bpm 7B
81. Stereosoulz, IDA fLO – The Sun (Extended Mix) 05:39 123bpm 10A
82. Daniel Steinberg – High (Original Mix) 05:30 127bpm 9A
83. Altere – Proud Thing (Extended Mix) 05:08 126bpm 2B
84. Richard Earnshaw, Love Klubb – Ready For Love (Richard Earnshaw Extended Klubb Mix) 06:05 124bpm 4B
85. DJ PP – Gospel (Extended Mix) 06:21 126bpm 4A
86. Glen Horsborough – Yours For Life (Matt Kavanagh Remix) 05:11 125bpm 3A
87. N.W.N. – Sometimes (Original Mix) 06:15 123bpm 6A
88. Blind Truth, Earth n Days – Why Can’t We See (Earth n Days Extended Rework) 04:34 126bpm 2B
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92. Riva Starr, Starr Traxx – Hey DJ (Extended Mix) 05:14 126bpm 12B
93. M-gee, Mica Paris – Bodyswerve (Club Mix) 06:00 127bpm 3A
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96. Danou P – To Get Over You (Extended Mix) 05:40 126bpm 9A
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ADUs aren't explicitly illegal, but with current zoning laws essentially can't be built.
Given recent events with the Treasure Hunt Treehouse, I began to look into what rules there are for Accessory Dwelling Units (ADUs) in Kennesaw. After some research, it appears that Kennesaw has next to no language on the topic.
The zoning code makes reference to 'Accessory Units', but actually building one is mired in uncertainty. In addition to this, you can't even apply for a permit for an ADU.
In an email I sent asking if ADUs were illegal in Kennesaw the Zoning Administrator, Darryl Simmons, had this to say:

The City of Kennesaw does not have an adopted ordinance that regulates ADU's -Accessory Dwelling Units

This creates a legal gray area where residents don't know if they can or cannot build an ADU on their property.
ADUs are a great tool that we can leverage to deal with our current housing shortage and they also allow residents to generate wealth by allowing them to more flexibly leverage the land that they own through renting or providing housing for family members.

What can be done?

Reach out to City Council members and the mayor through emails, calls, and public comment to encourage them to enact an ordinance that will explicitly legalize ADUs in all residential zoning categories and make the process of building them as streamlined as possible to make them feasible for residents to build.
The advocacy group that I'm a part of, A Better Cobb, has also written an open letter to the council recommending the same.
We've also written a template that you can use when emailing the City Council, which you can find here. Be sure to replace [Your Name] at the end with your name when emailing. You can send an email to everyone at once, or just specific members. The mayor and council all serve at large, so it's up to you.
Remember when calling and emailing to be respectful. This is an important issue, but there's no need to be hostile as that can shut down dialogue and reflect badly on what we're proposing.
Here are the numbers and emails of everyone on the council:

Council Member	Phone	Email
Madelyn Orochena	470-786-8771	[morochena@kennesaw-ga.gov](mailto:morochena@kennesaw-ga.gov)
Tracey Viars	404-822-8589	[tviars@kennesaw-ga.gov](mailto:tviars@kennesaw-ga.gov)
Pat Ferris	404-599-5761	[pferris@kennesaw-ga.gov](mailto:pferris@kennesaw-ga.gov)
Antonio Jones	404-599-6189	[ajones@kennesaw-ga.gov](mailto:ajones@kennesaw-ga.gov)
Derek Easterling (Mayor)	770-424-8274	[deasterling@kennesaw-ga.gov](mailto:deasterling@kennesaw-ga.gov)

When calling, be sure to make it known that you support ADUs and that you'd like to see an ordinance explicitly allowing them with as little hurdles as possible.
You can also show up in person and give public comment to the council.
The next City Council Meeting is Monday, April 15th and 6:30PM at 2529 J.O. Stephenson Avenue.
With any luck, if we generate enough noise about this, we can help homeowners in the future who wish to build ADUs.

Just for context, in this specific post:
BB = Baby Boomer
Cusp = Cusp
X = Gen X
This is a repost from the original (which was an extension of the very original post here) that I did a few years back, just to be updated for 2024 because I thought it'd be to fun to explore this again.
But I will exclude the 1965-1967 list because that'd be way too long. I'll add them in the comment sections. So in this post, I'll focus on the celebrities born from 1958-1964.
I know the vast majority of this sub will disagree but I'll post it anyway.
This is based on the vibes and/or appearance of the celebrity so please don't take this too seriously as this may or may not be accurate, depending on one's view of Boomers and Gen X.
This is based on my current perception of these celebrities.

WARNING: THIS POST WILL BE SUPER LONG!!! DISCRETION ADVISED!!!!!! 

1958

https://www.famousbirthdays.com/yea1958.html

1. Michael Jackson (1958-2009), Pop Singer - Cusp
2. Ellen DeGeneres, 66, TV Show Host - BB
3. Madonna, 65, Pop Singer - Cusp
4. Tim Burton, 65, Director - BB
5. Prince (1958-2016), Pop Singer - BB
6. Angela Bassett, 65, Movie Actress - Cusp
7. Alec Baldwin, 66, TV Actor - BB
8. Jamie Lee Curtis, 65, Movie Actress - BB
9. Ice T, 66, Rapper - Cusp
10. Gary Oldman, 66, Movie Actor - BB
11. Andrea Swift, 66, Family Member - BB
12. Ned Luke, 65, Voice Actor - Cusp
13. Nikki Sixx, 65, Bassist - X
14. Kevin Bacon, 65, Movie Actor - BB
15. Carl Judie (1958-2021), TV Actor - BB
16. Jennifer Tilly, 65, Movie Actress - Cusp
17. Mark Cuban, 65, Entrepreneur - BB
18. Alan Jackson, 65, Country Singer - BB
19. Joan Jett, 65, Rock Singer - BB
20. Terry Fox (1958-1981), Runner - BB
21. Andy Reid, 66, Football Coach - BB
22. Rey Misterio Sr., 66, Wrestler - X
23. Michelle Pfeiffer, 65. Movie Actress - BB
24. Andrea Bocelli, 65, Opera Singer - BB
25. Peter Capaldi, 65, TV Actor - BB
26. Neil deGrasse Tyson, 65. Astrophysicist - BB
27. Sharon Stone, 66, Movie Actress - BB
28. Anita Baker, 66, R&B Singer - BB
29. Scott Patterson, 65, TV Actor - X
30. Drew Carey, 65, Game Show Host - BB
31. Giancarlo Esposito, 65, Movie Actor - BB
32. Karen Houghton (1958-2024), Family Member - BB
33. Scott Hall (1958-2022), Wrestler - BB
34. Billy Mays (1958-2009), Entrepreneur - BB
35. Tommy Lister (1958-2020), Movie Actor - Cusp
36. Lenny Henry, 65, Comedian - BB
37. Holly Hunter, 66, Movie Actress - BB
38. Viggo Mortensen, 65. Movie Actor - BB
39. Diana Williams, 65. Journalist - BB
40. Belinda Carlisle, 65, Pop Singer - BB
41. Lisa Loring (1958-2023), TV Actress - BB
42. Ana Maria Polo, 65, TV Show Host - BB
43. Kevin Sullivan, 65, Director - BB
44. Levi Roots, 65, Reggae Singer - BB
45. Joe Diffie (1958-2020), Country Singer - BB
46. Annette Bening, 65, Movie Actress - BB
47. Andie MacDowell, 65, Movie Actress - BB
48. Helen DeMacque, 65, Pop Singer - Cusp

1959

https://www.famousbirthdays.com/yea1959.html

1. Simon Cowell, 64, Talent Manager - BB
2. Cathy Nesbitt-Stein, 64, Reality Star - BB
3. Magic Johnson, 64, Basketball Player - BB
4. Weird Al Yankovic, 64, Pop Singer - X
5. Emma Thompson, 64, Movie Actress - BB
6. Sade, 65, R&B Singer - Cusp
7. Rachel Renee Russell, 65, Children's Author - BB
8. Bryan Adams, 64, Rock Singer - Cusp
9. Dave Coulier, 64, TV Actor - BB
10. Maggie Baird, 65, TV Actress - BB
11. Clancy Brown, 65, Movie Actor - BB
12. Hugh Laurie, 64, TV Actor - Cusp
13. Israel Kamakawiwoʻole (1959-1997), Folk Singer - X
14. Flavor Flav, 65, Rapper - Cusp
15. Babyface, 64, Music Producer - Cusp
16. Tracey Ullman, 64, Comedian - BB
17. Sting, 65, Wrestler - BB
18. Miki Matsubara (1959-2004), Composer - X
19. Robert Smith, 64, Rock Singer - X
20. Randy Travis, 64, Country Singer - BB
21. Morrissey, 64, Rock Singer - BB
22. Matthew Modine, 65, Movie Actor - BB
23. Val Kilmer, 64, Movie Actor - X
24. Ultimate Warrior (1959-2014), Wrestler - BB
25. Kevin Spacey, 64, Movie Actor - BB
26. Mike Pence, 64, Vice President - BB
27. Chris Hansen, 64, Journalist - BB
28. Kathy Hilton, 65, Fashion Designer - BB
29. Michael Kors, 64, Fashion Designer - BB
30. Lorraine Kelly, 64, TV Show Host - BB
31. Irene Cara (1959-2022), Movie Actress - Cusp
32. Judd Nelson, 64, Movie Actor - Cusp
33. Charlie Murphy (1959-2017), Comedian - Cusp
34. John McEnroe, 65, Tennis Player - BB
35. Sean Bean, 64, TV Actor - Cusp
36. Pete Burns (1959-2016), Pop Singer - X
37. Chris Hadfield, 64, Astronaut - BB
38. Allison Janney, 64, TV Actress - BB
39. Gwen Ballinger, 64, Instagram Star - Cusp
40. Helen Pearson, 64, Soap Opera Actress - BB
41. Kevin Nash, 64, Wrestler - BB
42. Linda Blair, 65, Movie Actress - BB
43. Sarah Ferguson, 64, Duchess - BB
44. Gustavo Cerati (1959-2014), Guitarist - BB
45. Nicole Brown Simpson (1959-1994), Family Member - BB
46. Jason Alexander, 64, TV Actor - BB
47. Kyle MacLachlan, 65, TV Actor - BB
48. Carlo Ancelotti, 64, Soccer Coach - BB

1960

https://www.famousbirthdays.com/yea1960.html

1. Queen Cheryl, 63, TikTok Star - BB
2. RuPaul, 63, TV Show Host - Cusp
3. Diego Maradona (1960-2020). Soccer Player - BB
4. Niki Mahajan, 63, Fashion Designer - X
5. Hugh Grant, 63. Movie Actor - BB
6. Bono, 63, Rock Singer - BB
7. Jeremy Clarkson, 63, TV Show Host - BB
8. Jane Lynch, 63, TV Actress - BB
9. Ayrton Senna (1960-1994), Race Car Driver - Cusp
10. Lisa Vanderpump, 63, Reality Star - Cusp
11. Antonio Banderas, 63, Movie Actor - BB
12. Bradley Walsh, 63, TV Actor - BB
13. Prince Andrew, Duke of York, 64, Prince - BB
14. Colin Firth, 63, Movie Actor - BB
15. Chalino Sánchez (1960-1992), World Music Singer - BB
16. Tim Cook, 63, Business Executive - BB
17. Julianne Moore, 63, Movie Actress - X
18. Damon Wayans, 63, Comedian - X
19. Stanley Tucci, 63, Movie Actor - Cusp
20. John Schneider, 64, TV Actor - BB
21. George Elliott Clarke, 64, Poet - BB
22. Angela Raiola (1960-2016), Reality Star - Cusp
23. Valerie Bertinelli, 63, TV Actress - Cusp
24. Jennifer Grey, 64, Movie Actress - Cusp
25. Jean-Claude Van Damme, 63, Movie Actor - Cusp
26. John F. Kennedy Jr. (1960-1999), Entrepreneur - BB
27. Mohanlal, 63, Movie Actor - Cusp
28. John Leguizamo, 63, Movie Actor - X
29. Kathy Griffin, 63, Comedian - Cusp
30. Tony Robbins, 64, Motivational Speaker - BB
31. Tony Goldwyn, 63, TV Actor - X
32. Jason Beghe, 64, TV Actor - Cusp
33. Tilda Swinton, 63, Movie Actress - Cusp
34. Sean Penn, 63, Movie Actor - Cusp
35. Jonathan Ross, 63, TV Show Host - Cusp
36. Greg Mathis, 64, Reality Star - BB
37. James Spader, 64, Movie Actor - Cusp
38. Hugo Weaving, 64, Movie Actor - Cusp
39. Hirohiko Araki, 63, Comic Book Artist - X
40. Shirley Ballas, 63, Dancer - BB
41. Kim Wilde, 63, Pop Singer - Cusp
42. Gary Lineker, 63, Soccer Player - Cusp
43. David Duchovny, 63, TV Actor - BB
44. Nena, 64, Pop Singer - Cusp
45. John Elway, 63, Football Player - BB
46. Scott Baio, 63, TV Actor - Cusp
47. Kenneth Branagh, 63, Director - X
48. John Taylor, 63, Bassist - BB

1961

https://www.famousbirthdays.com/yea1961.html

1. Barack Obama, 62, US President - BB
2. Princess Diana (1961-1997), Princess - BB
3. Ralph Macchio, 62, Movie Actor - Cusp
4. Eddie Murphy, 63, Movie Actor - Cusp
5. Billy Ray Cyrus, 62, Country Singer - X
6. George Clooney, 62, Movie Actor - BB
7. Toby Keith (1961-2024), Country Singer - Cusp
8. Jennifer Coolidge, 62, Movie Actress - X
9. Michael J. Fox, 62, Movie Actor - Cusp
10. George Lopez, 62, Comedian - X
11. Wayne Gretzky, 63, Hockey Player - BB
12. Dennis Rodman, 62, Basketball Player - X
13. Carole Baskin, 62, Activist - BB
14. Stephen Hillenburg (1961-2018), Director - BB
15. Woody Harrelson, 62, TV Actor - Cusp
16. Randy Jackson, 62, Pop Singer - BB
17. Eugenio Derbez, 62, TV Actor - Cusp
18. Boy George, 62, Pop Singer - Cusp
19. Susan Boyle, 63, Pop Singer - BB
20. Ricky Gervais, 62, Comedian - Cusp
21. Dave Mustaine, 62, Metal Singer - Cusp
22. Phil Swift, 63, YouTube Star - Cusp
23. Vince Neil, 63, Metal Singer - Cusp
24. Jeff Probst, 62, Game Show Host - Cusp
25. Joko Widodo, 62, Politician - BB
26. Larry Lawton, 62, YouTube Star - Cusp
27. Meg Ryan, 62, Movie Actress - X
28. Jodi Benson, 62, Voice Actress - Cusp
29. Elizabeth Daily, 62, Voice Actress - X
30. Nadia Comaneci, 62, Gymnast - X
31. Christopher Meloni, 63, TV Actor - X
32. Sheikh Mohammed bin Zayed Al Nahyan, 63, Prince - BB
33. James Gandolfini (1961-2013), TV Actor - BB
34. Tom Ford, 62, Fashion Designer - X
35. Isiah Thomas, 62, Basketball Player - BB
36. Keith Sweat, 62, R&B Singer - X
37. Martin Kemp, 62, TV Actor - Cusp
38. Amr Diab, 62, World Music Singer - X
39. DJ Yella, 62, Music Producer - X
40. Forest Whitaker, 62, Movie Actor - Cusp
41. Enya, 62, World Music Singer - Cusp
42. Julia Louis-Dreyfus, 63, TV Actress - Cusp
43. Robert Carlyle, 62, Movie Actor - BB
44. Dan Marino, 62, Football Player - BB
45. Chad Smith, 62, Drummer - X
46. Lea Thompson, 62, Movie Actress - Cusp
47. Camryn Manheim, 63, TV Actress - X
48. Rick Owens, 62, Fashion Designer - Cusp

1962

https://www.famousbirthdays.com/yea1962.html

1. Tom Cruise, 61, Movie Actor - Cusp
2. Jim Carrey, 62, Movie Actor - Cusp
3. Axl Rose, 62, Rock Singer - X
4. Jon Bon Jovi, 62, Rock Singer - Cusp
5. Steve Carell, 61, TV Actor - Cusp
6. Steve Irwin (1962-2006), Reality Star - BB
7. Tom Kenny, 61, Voice Actor - BB
8. Tommy Lee, 61, Drummer - X
9. Kirk Hammett, 61, Guitarist - X
10. Jodie Foster, 61, Movie Actress - Cusp
11. Demi Moore, 61, Movie Actress - Cusp
12. Ralph Fiennes, 61, Movie Actor - Cusp
13. MC Hammer, 62, Rapper - X
14. Garth Brooks, 62, Country Singer - X
15. Kate Spade (1962-2018), Fashion Designer - Cusp
16. Kim Mulkey, 61, Basketball Coach - BB
17. Thomas Gibson, 61, TV Actor - Cusp
18. Paula Abdul, 61, Pop Singer - Cusp
19. Jerry Rice, 61, Football Player - Cusp
20. Jeff Dunham, 61, Ventriloquist - Cusp
21. Andre Braugher (1962-2023), TV Actor - BB
22. Michelle Yeoh, 61, Movie Actress - Cusp
23. Lance Reddick (1962-2023), TV Actor - Cusp
24. Matthew Broderick, 62, Movie Actor - Cusp
25. Eric Allan Kramer, 62, TV Actor - Cusp
26. Flea, 61, Bassist - Cusp
27. Cliff Burton (1962-1986), Bassist - X
28. Phillip Schofield, 62, TV Show Host - BB
29. Manute Bol (1962-2010), Basketball Player - Cusp
30. Bob Odenkirk, 61, TV Actor - Cusp
31. John Marshall Jones, 61, TV Actor - Cusp
32. Emilio Estevez, 61, Movie Actor - Cusp
33. Evander Holyfield, 61, Boxer - BB
34. Bo Jackson, 61, Baseball Player - Cusp
35. Peter Steele (1962-2010), Metal Singer - X
36. Anthony Kiedis, 61, Rock Singer - X
37. Sheryl Crow, 62, Pop Singer - X
38. Kelly Preston (1962-2020), Movie Actress - BB
39. Frank Mele, 61, Family Member - BB
40. Rosie O'Donnell, 62, TV Show Host - BB
41. Wesley Snipes, 61, Movie Actor - Cusp
42. Izzy Stradlin, 62, Guitarist - X
43. Joan Cusack, 61, Movie Actress - BB
44. Suzanne Collins, 61, Young Adult Author - X
45. Jordan Peterson, 61, Psychologist - BB
46. Gabe Newell, 61, Entrepreneur - BB
47. Clark Gregg, 62, Movie Actor - BB
48. Jasmine Guy, 62, TV Actress - Cusp

1963

https://www.famousbirthdays.com/yea1963.html

1. Michael Jordan, 61, Basketball Player - Cusp
2. Johnny Depp, 60, Movie Actor - X
3. Brad Pitt, 60, Movie Actor - X
4. Whitney Houston (1963-2012), R&B Singer - X
5. David Baszucki, 61, Entrepreneur - BB
6. John Stamos, 60, TV Actor - BB
7. George Michael (1963-2016), Pop Singer - Cusp
8. Lisa Kudrow, 60, TV Actress - X
9. Kevin Chamberlin, 60, TV Actor - Cusp
10. Morgz Mum, 60, YouTube Star - X
11. Coolio (1963-2022), Rapper - X
12. James Hetfield, 60, Metal Singer - X
13. Mike Myers, 60, Movie Actor - Cusp
14. Conan O'Brien, 60, TV Show Host - Cusp
15. Greg Paul, 60, Instagram Star - Cusp
16. Rob Schneider, 60, Movie Actor - X
17. Quentin Tarantino, 61, Director - Cusp
18. David Thewlis, 61, Movie Actor - X
19. Vanessa Williams, 61, TV Actress - X
20. Momma Dee, 60, Reality Star - Cusp
21. Seal, 61, Rock Singer - X
22. James May, 61, TV Show Host - BB
23. Charles Barkley, 61, Basketball Player - BB
24. Larry the Cable Guy, 61, Movie Actor - X
25. Natasha Richardson (1963-2009), Movie Actress - BB
26. Pam Stepnick, 60, YouTube Star - Cusp
27. Edie Falco, 60, TV Actress - Cusp
28. Jason Isaacs, 60. TV Actor - X
29. Jet Li, 60, Movie Actor - X
30. Graham Norton, 61, TV Show Host - BB
31. Lars Ulrich, 60, Drummer - X
32. José Mourinho, 61, Soccer Coach - Cusp
33. Tom Cavanagh, 60, TV Actor - X
34. Marc Jacobs, 60, Fashion Designer - X
35. Lisa Rinna, 60, Soap Opera Actress - Cusp
36. Till Lindemann, 61, Metal Singer - X
37. Sir Mix-a-Lot, 60, Rapper - Cusp
38. Benjamin Bratt, 60, TV Actor - X
39. Joel Osteen, 61, Religious Leader - Cusp
40. Dan Povenmire, 60, TV Producer - X
41. Phoebe Cates, 60, Movie Actress - X
42. Zeena Schreck, 60, Religious Leader - Cusp
43. Lane Frost (1963-1989), Bull Rider - BB
44. Bret Michaels, 61, Rock Singer - X
45. Anthony Albanese, 61, Politician - BB
46. Isaiah Washington, 60, TV Actor - Cusp
47. Lisa Ann Walter, 60, Movie Actress - BB
48. A.B. Quintanilla III, 60, World Music Singer - X

1964

https://www.famousbirthdays.com/yea1964.html

1. Jeff Bezos, 60, Entrepreneur - Cusp
2. Michelle Obama, 60, First Lady - BB
3. Eazy-E (1964-1995), Rapper - X
4. Keanu Reeves, 59, Movie Actor - Cusp
5. That Vegan Teacher, 59, TikTok Star - BB
6. Courteney Cox, 59, TV Actress - X
7. Sandra Bullock, 59, Movie Actress - X
8. Wendy Williams, 59, TV Show Host - X
9. Boris Johnson, 59, World Leader - BB
10. Rob Lowe, 60, Movie Actor - Cusp
11. Nicolas Cage, 60, Movie Actor - Cusp
12. Kamala Harris, 59, Vice President - Cusp
13. Matt Dillon, 60, Movie Actor - Cusp
14. Stone Cold Steve Austin, 59, Wrestler - Cusp
15. Mariska Hargitay, 60, TV Actress - X
16. Lori Loughlin, 59, TV Actress - BB
17. Lenny Kravitz, 59, Funk Singer - X
18. Courtney Love, 59, Rock Singer - X
19. TobyMac, 59, Rapper - X
20. Rick Riordan, 59, Young Adult Author - BB
21. Prince Edward, Duke of Edinburgh, 60, Prince - BB
22. Chris Cornell (1964-2017), Rock Singer - X
23. Monica Bellucci, 59, Movie Actress - Cusp
24. Tracy Chapman, 60, Pop Singer - X
25. Chris Farley (1964-1997), Movie Actor - X
26. Russell Crowe, 60, Movie Actor - Cusp
27. Boz Mofid, 60, Family Member - Cusp
28. Yolanda Hadid, 60, Reality Star - X
29. David Spade, 59, TV Actor - X
30. Bobby Flay, 59, Chef - X
31. Ronnie Coleman, 59, Bodybuilder - Cusp
32. David Cross, 60, TV Actor - X
33. Laura Rivera, 59, Family Member - X
34. Eddie Vedder, 59, Rock Singer - X
35. Marisa Tomei, 59, Movie Actress - X
36. Don Cheadle, 59, Movie Actor - Cusp
37. Cedric the Entertainer, 59, Movie Actor - Cusp
38. MaryLou Sturniolo, 59, Family Member - X
39. Vivica A. Fox, 59, Movie Actress - X
40. Dell Curry, 59, Basketball Player - Cusp
41. Steve Wilkos, 60, TV Show Host - Cusp
42. Stephen Colbert, 59, TV Show Host - Cusp
43. Cassi Davis, 59, Movie Actress - Cusp
44. Wanda Sykes, 60, Comedian - X
45. Cece Winans, 59, Gospel Singer - X
46. Nigel Farage, 60, Politician - BB
47. Molly Shannon, 59, Comedian - X
48. Trisha Yearwood, 59, Country Singer - Cusp

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What do you think?

To whoever is reading this , There's some stuff I've found that maybe I should've kept my hands off of. Well there's nothing we can do about it so let me start from the beginning.
My name is Jason and I'm 24 years old . I cannot reveal my full name as it'll be easy to track my family , Just because I've gotten myself into a mess doesn't mean I'll foolishly ignore internet safety tips!
I like technology stuff, I wouldn't go as far as saying I'm a nerd though. I was doing a part-time job, They've probably fired me considering how long I haven't shown up though.
It started when I didn't wanna buy a video game. One of my friends had the game so I asked him to load a copy on a pendrive.
"At least get your ass here to get it loaded smh" was his response, Not exactly unexpected though. So I took an empty pendrive and left my house.
The road to my friend's house was 15 minutes by walking , I didn't have a vehicle if that wasn't obvious. It was only a 10 min walk if I took the short-cut through the Central park , So that's what I did.
When I was going through the park , Some weirdo in dark clothes wearing a U-shaped necklace approached me. He started babbling about some supernatural creatures and some "new world"
That's when it clicked , The weirdo was some cultist worshipping weird creatures. I read about it from some organisation called the UDA , Never thought it would be a real thing tho.
So I followed the rules given by them. I went to their place , Saw a guy getting stabbed by a tentacle and stuff. I read Tracey's post about it and I think it explains what happened well. I don't have a lot of time so let me get to the point.
We reached the UDA building , They did the standard procedure of asking us what happened and letting us go. I wasn't satisfied yet, The organisation was sketchier than the creatures themselves . So instead I sneaked into the building.
It took a while to wait and see the personnel put the passcodes in but I managed to have the patience for it.
The upper levels didn't have anything special , So I went lower. I don't think they expected humans to break in , Cause that was child's play.
I finally got to an elevator , It needed a passcode to use but I'm also good with wires so I managed to bypass it. It had just two buttons. One white button and one red button , I pressed the white button first.
In that room there were a lot of machines , I don't know what they were being used for though. That's when I saw a computer, Just my stuff. It had no password , They really weren't prepared.
There were a bunch of files on there , The one I clicked on was called "OU" , It said :
Origin Unnatural
Status : Sealed
Description : Origin of all unnaturals
Precautionary measures taken : Eradication of UNF
"This information would cost millions!" Is the first thought that came to my mind.
That's when I heard the elevator come down. I quickly put the pendrive in and started the transfer before hiding behind a cabinet.
Some guy in a lab coat walked in , Took some files and left. I stood up and took my pendrive with all the information.
I made sure no one else was using the elevator and got in it and pressed the red button.
It took me to another floor , The floor was different from all others. It had lots of doors , So I obviously went into one.
When I entered , The door behind me closed. It was dark so I couldn't see anything , Hence I started walking forward. It smelled weird but I didn't mind , That was until my leg hit something.
When my eyes adjusted to the dark , I realised it was a bone. The room I was in was filled with bones and blood , With just one figure in a corner.
It was made of flesh , It didn't have any skin or arms. it was about 7 ft tall , Its face had 2 empty eye sockets and one huge circular mouth big enough to eat me whole with teeth on all sides. But it's most noticeable feature was the huge black and red eye on its stomach.
It saw me as I saw it and wasted no time to scream and charge at me. I barely dodged its attack. It looked like it was ready for round 2 , That's when the door opened and 2 armed men entered. It went after them instead of me , I took the opportunity to use the bones to get up on the open air vent.
I escaped , But they knew I was there and what I have. I've been dodging them for weeks now , They're after me and I know it.
I finally found some abandoned house with a computer and am writing this. This computer's USB port doesn't work for some reason but there's nothing we can do about it.
Here's an illustration I made of the creature, I'm not an artist so it's not that good but you get the idea. The pendrive is with me. They will track me using this post , So I'll schedule this to be posted at a time when I'll be far away from the place.
The UDA is sketchy , Do not trust them.

I don’t know how Mr. Laraza discovered the place; I mean, it might as well be in Timbuktu, as secluded as it is, but somehow he did. He was a businessman before his mother died and he took over the family, and had dealings with some kind of logging corporation in Oreno. He owned a lot of land in New England, and even used to let guys in the family bury bodies there. Maybe he owned the little mountaintop, too.
He never used it much, only for real grudges, for guys who royally pissed him off. He wasn’t too big on killing, and tried his best to find other ways to punish people who screwed with him, but occasionally he got mad enough to order a hit. And, nine times out of ten, he was already so worked up he had the body buried at the place.
Only a few guys in the family knew about the place, and would rather get hot and heavy with their grandmothers than go up there. One old dog even had a heart attack when Mr. Laraza ordered him up…or so Little Jimmy Vario says.
Jimmy’s my father’s cousin, a broad man with a squat face, pug nose, beady black eyes and a Dick Tracey fashion sense. My father didn’t really like him, but I was mesmerized by him growing up. He lived a few houses down from us, and always had new cars, nice clothes, women way out of his league, and fistfuls of cash. He used to hand out hundreds to neighborhood kids like it was candy.
He took me under his wing when I was around thirteen or fourteen, and introduced me to the Gezippi crew. They owned a few legit businesses like a bar and a pizzeria, and I started out with honest work, sweeping the floors, mopping up, running errands. Soon I was trusted enough by the capo to do other things like run messages, pick up protection money, things like that.
Dad hated it, but by the time I was sixteen he gave in and told me to live how I wanted. I moved in with Jimmy and started serious work with the family. After about five years I was reporting directly to Mr. Laraza, an arrangement that only Jimmy, Tony DeSimone, and a few others were afforded.
I, like most of the family, didn’t know about the place...until September ’88.
See, in August, an associate in the Marsilavano crew, a half Italian/half Irish mongrel named Joey Hill, was arrested for drug manufacture and sale and copped a plea with the D.A.: He’d get a reduced sentence if he helped their little organized crime investigation. The entire crew ended up going to jail, and even Mr. Laraza was arrested, but released for lack of evidence.
Joey got out on bail one weekend and came by The Suite, a lounge Jimmy and Tony D. jointly owned in those days, like nothing happened, assuming, I guess, we didn’t have moles in the department. The idiot wasn’t even six steps in when Tony D. whipped out his .44 Bulldog and put five in his chest.
I was there that day, having a drink at the end of the bar with Tony’s nephew, David. He was about eighteen then, a few years younger than me, and we were pretty good friends. We just came in for a quick nightcap after Benny Castell’s sixteenth birthday party. He was Mr. Laraza’s nephew, so it was a real bash. Benny, who later joined the FBI and got killed by some religious cult, was with us, but he left about fifteen minutes before Joey came in.
David had never seen a man killed before, and sat there in dumb shock as his uncle and my cousin stood over Joey’s body laughing. I tried to…console him or something, squeezing his shoulder and telling him what a piece of fucking dirt Joey was, but Tony told me to go call Mr. Laraza, and I ran off to the back office and dialed his personal number.
When I told him what had just happened, his voice grew tight. "The rat’s fucked?"
"Yes, sir," I replied.
He was quiet for a long time, most likely contemplating his extraordinary luck. "Tell Jimmy to keep the body in the freezer," he said, "and tomorrow, take it to the place."
"What?" I asked.
"Just tell Jimmy," he said, and hung up.
I gave to message to Jimmy, and his little eyes lit up.
"I ain’t goin this time," Tony groused, "I got a date tomorrow."
"That’s okay," Jimmy said, clapping his large hand onto my shoulder. "I’ll take Tommy here."
"Where?" I asked.
"To the place."
"What’s that?"
"You’ll see," Tony chuckled, and Jimmy grinned.
They cleaned up the mess they made while I and David finished our drinks. Joey was a small guy, so Jimmy rolled him onto a sheet of plastic, wrapped him up, and dragged him off while Tony mopped up.
The next day was pretty busy, and I didn’t have much time to wonder about the place until it was almost time to go. Jimmy said that we would leave at seven, and by six-thirty we were having dinner at The Suite.
"So what the fuck’s up with this place?" I asked as Jimmy attacked a rack of lamb.
"Take it easy, will you?" he said around a mouthful. "You’ll see later."
By the time we were finished, it was almost seven, and curiosity had begun burning in my chest.
We dragged the body from the freezer and zipped it up in a black N.Y.P.D. body bag Tony got in bulk from a crooked cop buddy of his. David was there, and he went and got Jimmy’s Pontiac and drove it around back.
We loaded Joey into the trunk and ran David home. Tony was getting spiffed up for his date, but took the time to brew a pot of coffee for us.
Dusk had deepened by the time we got away. We had to stop by the house to pick up a few things, a shovel among them, of course, and were leaving the city on the Throgg’s Neck Expressway twenty minutes later.
Jimmy drove and I sat shotgun. I had a metal station from Jersey on at first, but when that faded out after a Krokus song I switched it off and we rode in silence. The highway passes through many small New England villages and port towns, and I watched these blur by, enjoying the ride and the tranquil sounds of the tires humming on the pavement.
We talked on and off, not about anything important. I tried to ask him about the place again, but he just looked at me, his face ghoulish in the green dash glow, and told me to wait and see.
It took us forever to reach Maine. The dark highway just kept unfurling like a carpet to hell. I’d never been out of the state (well, Jersey), and the ride seemed eternal.
"Where the hell are we going?" I asked after we crossed the border.
"The place," Jimmy evaded.
I shook my head.
We followed the craggy coast for hours before we passed through the city of Bangor and took a back road through the woods. "We’re gettin close," Jimmy said.
About twenty minutes later, we pulled off the highway and followed a little dirt road, eventually parking in a grassy clearing bathed in cold moonlight.
"Alright," Jimmy said, killing the engine. We got out and went around to the trunk. He popped it open and handed me the shovel.
"There’s a path," he said, "mostly up hill. We should be there in an hour or so."
He dragged the bag out and flopped it carelessly aside. He reached into the trunk, came back with a long-handled flashlight, and clicked it on, dust motes swirling in the bright beam.
"On the way up," he said, sweeping the trunk with the light, "if something talks to you, just ignore it."
For a moment I didn’t understand. "Huh?"
"On the path," he removed a red gas can and slammed the lid, "if you hear something talking to you, don’t pay it any mind."
"What the fuck would talk to me?"
Jimmy took the shovel and zipped that and the gas can up in the body bag "Nothin. That’s just it. Ignore it. Loons. Sound carries and plays tricks on your mind. Now help me with this asshole."
Jimmy grabbed one end and I the other. Once we were situated, we began walking through the snarled weeds to the path.
"So, where the hell are going, anyway?"
"Cursed Indian burial ground or something," he said.
"What?" I asked. "Cursed burial ground?"
"Yeah. It’s the soil," Jimmy replied. "Makes the dead rise."
"What?"
"Yeah. Some evil spirit in the ground or somethin. Gets in bodies and…infests them, you know?"
"Jimmy...don't bullshit me."
We reached the forest. Shifting the bag, Jimmy pulled out the flashlight and clicked it back on. Ahead, a worn dirt trail curved up and out of sight between the towering pines.
"Honest," he finally said as we started up, "I seen it with my own eyes. You put someone in, they come back."
"Bullshit."
"Really. You bury ‘em in the ground, and they come back. They’re all stupid and droolin, but, you know, alive."
"Shut up."
"I swear to God," Jimmy solemnly returned.
"Yeah, whatever."
The trek through the forest from there was a misery. Occasionally, we’d come across a fallen tree and have to scramble over, Jimmy carrying Joey over in shoulder like a fireman would carry an unconscious woman from a burning row-house. In one spot a large section of the path had been washed away, and the fall was at least fifty feet down onto the carpeted forest floor. Jimmy tossed Joey across and inched along an outcropping of ledge left behind. I’m usually not afraid of heights, but I sure as hell was then. My heart crashing and my stomach rolling, I squeezed my eyes shut and shuffled over, my arms held out for balance like a high-wire artist.
But worse were the voices, babbling from the undergrowth like the River Styx over bleached skulls. I don’t know when they started, but all at once I realized that half-formed words were being whispered to me from the darkness.
"Jimmy?" my heart was throbbing, my breath hot and shallow.
"Just loons," he said reassuringly.
"No," I replied, "those aren’t…"
"Sure they are."
I opened my mouth, but before I could reply a chilling wail rose sharply behind us, hitching and shivering like demonic laughter.
My heart halted as both I and Jimmy froze.
"What the fuck was that?"
Jimmy, still holding a corner of the bag with one hand, slowly swiveled his head, his face bloodless and his eyes wide. "It’s a loon. Just a loon."
It came again, this time further, fainter.
"That’s not a fucking loon." I looked tremblingly over my shoulder; the path stood empty in the moonlight filtering through the treetops. I fumbled for my gun.
"Loon. It’s just a loon. Everything’s fine." Jimmy sounded more sober. "Now come on."
Heart sputtering, I fell in line, glancing often over my shoulder. When we emerged from the forest ten minutes later, a small chunk of dark weight melted from my chest.
"I hate you, Jimmy," I panted, "I hate you."
Jimmy laughed.
"I hate you. I hope you get whacked tomorrow."
"If I do, you just bring me up here, okay?" He laughed. "I'll be back on the street collectin shy money by dinnertime."
We crossed a large rocky butte, canted like the deck of a sinking ocean liner, a few dead trees twisting from the thin soil like ghoulish hands. Through another stand of gray wood we found another path, this one gravel, and followed it up the steep hillside.
The summit was barren, save for piles of stones glowing in the light of the waning moon. Some were perfectly arranged in neat piles, but others lie strewn about like blasted rubble.
I looked over my shoulder. Far below, the tops of dark pines fell away to a distant river, gleaming silver. On the other bank, a white church spire rose in rural beauty. I was surprised how clear the view was.
"Okay," Jimmy said, startling me, and dropped Joey. I let go, rubbed my hands on my coat as though they were foul, and stepped back. Jimmy bent, unzipped the bag, and pulled the shovel and gas can out.
"You just hang out," he told me, "I’ll dig dummy’s grave."
"Okay," I said, pulling my gun from its shoulder rig. I looked warily around me.
Jimmy rolled up his sleeves and started digging. I stood over him, watching, smoking, and nervously sweeping the mount with the gun.
"Alright," he grunted about fifteen minutes later. He pulled Joey out of the bag and rolled him into the shallow pit with his foot. "You fill it in while I go get some rocks," he told me, and then left me alone.
Now totally calm, I finished my cigarette and then started hefting clods of dirt onto Joey. I looked over my shoulder when I heard Jimmy coming. "You want all the dirt in?"
"Yeah. Whaddya think?"
"I dunno. The shit's magic, ain't it?"
"Fuck you," Jimmy said, taking offense to the sarcasm in my voice. "Get outta the way." He took the shovel from me and did it himself. I stood aside and smoked another cigarette, watching him and thinking. I didn't think he was lying to me, let's just get that out up front, but...how the fuck was I supposed to believe that a dead guy was going to get out of the ground? I didn't, I couldn't. What was this, some kind of elaborate rite of passage or something? Hell, maybe those voices in the woods really belonged to guys in the family. Maybe they were trying to make me shit myself.
No, no, that wasn't right. The look of absolute terror on Jimmy's face when that thing started screaming...that was real. Jimmy's an awful actor, and an even worse liar. Tony told me a few times that if Jimmy ever got caught the cops wouldn't even have to use a polygraph to know he wasn't being honest.
If that wasn't it...then what the fuck?
Was he being serious? Was Joey really going to come back?
When Jimmy was done he piled the rocks in a crude pyramid on top the grave. "Done and done," he said, dusting his hands like they were two chalk erasers. He dragged a few pieces of wood from the night, arranged them much like the rocks, and then touched a bundle of dry grass off with his Zippo. The fire, though feeble, was much better than the ghastly glow of the moon.
"We might hafta wait a while," Jimmy said, easing down with a grunt, "it varies, but it usually takes twenty minutes or so."
"So…you're being serious? I mean...this is gonna happen?"
Jimmy sighed. "No, we're just standin guard so the animals don't get him. Of course it is. Why the fuck you think we drove 50,000 miles into the middle of nowhere?"
I grasped for a reply.
"You think I'm shitting you, but just wait until this asshole comes back. You'll see then."
We were quiet for a while. "What am I going to see? What the hell's the point in all this anyway?"
"The point," Jimmy said, lighting a cigarette, "is that this dickface gets to get whacked more than once. Just blastin him ain't good enough."
I guess that made sense. Sort of. "But…how do you kill what’s already dead?"
"Shut up with the questions, will you? You'll see."
For a long while we smoked in silence, gazing into the soul of the fire and lost in our own thoughts. More than half an hour must have passed before I heard the furtive rocky scraping at my left.
Even then I don't think I really believed that Joey was going to come back. I just couldn't make myself truly accept it. When I first heard it, I guess I thought Jimmy was trying to light his Zippo. I was looking up at the moon, so I didn't see him.
"Ah, there he is."
Inexplicably, my heart sank. I looked at Jimmy, who was grinning like lunatic. "What?"
He sang a parody of that oldie "My Boyfriend's Back."
I glanced over at the mound...
...just in time to see a few stones tumble down.
"The fuck?" I muttered, my throat suddenly tight and my heart starting to crash. If it were a movie, this would be the scene where loud music plays as the camera zooms in and out on my slack face real fast as all kinds of psychedelic shit swirls and flashes in the background.
Jimmy laughed.
Spider-like, a white hand stained with dirt burst from the depths of the cairn. I jumped to my feet with a breathless cry of terror.
Jimmy flicked his latest cigarette butt into the fire and got to his feet.
"Joey!" he cried, throwing open his arms as he strutted over to the cairn, from which stuck a wiggling forearm, "what’s goin on?"
At the graveside, he pulled back his left leg and lashed out at the hand. A soulless screech came from the mound, and I fell back a few steps, panting and nauseous with horror.
Jimmy bent, picked up a rock, and leered over the grave for a moment. Then he took a step back, and when he shifted his weight, I saw that Joey was sitting up, gazing dazedly off to his left. His head swiveled bonelessly, and he looked quizzically up at Jimmy.
"Welcome back," Jimmy said, and brought the rock down so hard on Joey’s head it split in half. The sickening crack of the dead man’s skull sent shockwaves of disgust through me, and I turned away and puked.
At last, I only dry wretched, my chest a mass of agony and my mouth acidic. I had fallen to my knees as the world grayed around me, and quickly got to my feet.
Jimmy was already sitting by the fire, the rock heap back in perfect order. I sank dazedly down across from him. Without a word, his produced a flask and handed it to me. I took a large sip. The alcohol was warm and tasted like cherries.
When I was done, I handed it back. Jimmy, face stony and bizarre in the flickering glow, shook his head. "You need it more than me."
I put it in my jacket pocket.
"I guess I shouldn’ta brought you here," he said solemnly.
"Look, I’m sorry, it’s just…"
"Nah," he said, "it’s fine. Some guys don’t even make it this far. They run away down the path and that’s that." He smiled. "When I first came up here back in ’62, I nearly shit myself. Literally. I had to go off"- he motioned past me-"and let loose."
He dreamily shook his head. "The trip up’s the worst part. We’ll go back down after the sun comes up. Sound good?"
I nodded. That sounded great.
Soon, the rock pile beside me began crumbling again. I reacted a little calmer than I had before. I jumped to my feet and backed off like a man does when he finds a black widow in a dark corner, but I didn’t puke.
When Joey was sitting up, Jimmy kicked him in the chest so hard I heard the former’s spine crack in half. Joey gurgled and gagged as Jimmy stood over him. "Havin fun, rat?" Jimmy asked, and then stomped Joey’s face in.
The entire night passed thus. It was a pattern: Sit by the fire, kill Joey, sit by the fire, kill Joey. Jimmy really was having fun. He stabbed Joey, shot Joey in the heart, threw a rock at Joey’s head, injected Joey with some kind of poison, lobbed the top of Joey’s head off with the shovel, got a running start and kicked Joey’s head, garroted Joey with a rope.
Finally, he started getting tired.
"You wanna get him next?" he asked heavily, slumping down across the fire.
I shook my head. "No, you go ahead."
He chuckled. "We done everything we can do to him. Let’s just bu…." He trailed off, perking, his eyes widening. "That’s it!"
For a half an hour he sat giddily in silence, waiting for Joey to get back up. As soon as he did, Jimmy shot him and got the gas can. Splashing the contents on Joey’s inert form, he said, "Now let’s see if ashes come back."
They did. Got in my lungs and made me cough. They swirled around Jimmy's head and he opened his mouth like a whale inhaling plankton. "I'mma shit him out tomorrow. Say hello to the other rats in the sewer for me, Joey."
Joey won in the end. Two years later, Jimmy got lung cancer and died. They said it was his smoking but I kind of think Joey fucked up his lungs. I'm fine. Didn't breathe enough of him in. As for The Place, I never went back there. I'd rather get walked into an empty room like Joe Pesci than go back to that fucking cemetery.
Just as long as they didn't bring me back.

Pt. 2 Retired Boulder Cop Part II: There Is More To This Murder Than People Realize
Below is part two of our interview with the gentleman who retired from the Boulder Police Department. His period of service predates the murder of JonBenet Ramsey and concluded some time after. If you have not read part one of the interview then we suggest you start there first. It is important to remember that this is still an open investigation and any tips should be forwarded to the Boulder Police Department and not to us.
On Steve Thomas' book: I read it when it first came out. I honestly don't know what to think of it. It seemed like the entire book was Steve basically saying over and over again how he was the guy with all of the right answers and how he was the guy who was always trying to do the right thing but everyone else was acting as an obstacle. I know he had health problems during that time, I think something was wrong with his thyroid, and I wonder if that influenced his judgment at all. When Commander Eller was fired for authorizing Steve and Ron (Gossage) to secretly record Jeff Shapiro, I didn't understand why Steve and Ron weren't fired also. The whole thing was obviously an attempt to get Hunter fired so everyone involved should have paid the price. I guess the higher ups decided that two detectives as well as the head of detectives getting fired at the same time would be an unmanageable public relations crisis. There was other stuff in Steve's book that made me uncomfortable. He talked about JonBenet like he knew her. He wrote that in his opinion she would have eventually rejected the pageant lifestyle. He wrote that most people didn't really know who the real JonBenet was. That to me is inappropriate for a detective. He was clearly too emotionally invested in the case.
On criticism of the Boulder PD: Most of it is justified in my opinion. We made a lot of mistakes early on. I already talked to you about the failure to preserve the crime scene but there were other blunders that contributed to the case never being solved. Our neighborhood canvass was probably not as expansive as it should have been. We should have taken the Ramseys down to the station right after the body was found and interviewed them. We should have accepted the help of outside agencies from the get go. Having seasoned homicide investigators from the start would have been very helpful. Stan Garnett, the former District Attorney, said publicly a while back that the mistakes made early on were probably the reason why this case will never be solved. He said they were pretty much impossible to overcome for any prosecutor. We still might get lucky and get a DNA match with a confession to go along with it but after all this time I just don't know if we would be that lucky.
On rift between Boulder PD and Alex Hunter: The dislike was there long before JonBenet's murder. Boulder's elected officials were very selective in the crimes they wanted to take to trial. Drug and sex related offenses were routinely not prosecuted and if they were the end result was effectively a legal slap on the wrist for the perpetrator. The Boulder Police Department had a lot of old school, hard nosed cops. They never felt like the D.A. appreciated them because of the high number of cases that Hunter refused to take to trial. Eller and Hunter always disliked each other. They never got along. Eller always thought Hunter wanted him to kiss his ass and Hunter felt that Eller was too arrogant to be a good cop. Hunter was an elected official so he prioritized having good relations with everyone. Eller only wanted the respect of the cops who worked for him.
On Hunter speaking to media: I think the primary motive for Hunter to open up to all of these reporters was his belief that the Boulder Police had developed tunnel vision and were focusing solely on the Ramseys. (Pete) Hoffstrom repeatedly told Hunter and any Boulder cop who would listen that mistakes were being made that might doom the prospects of any future prosecution. He slammed Eller for clearing suspects on the thinnest of alibis. We knew early on that the Police and the D.A. not being on the same page was a recipe for disaster. Hunter, I think saw these reporters and journalists as his own private investigative team. When Commander Eller falsely accused Hunter of breaking into the war room at the Justice Center it became evident that the case was in deep trouble. Here you had the head of detectives accusing the District Attorney of breaking and entering plus tampering with evidence and the public was expecting them to work together to bring the killer of a child to justice.
On John Mark Karr: I was disappointed when I learned that his DNA didn't match. I was hoping this was the guy and finally we could have closure to this case. The one good thing that came of it was that it showed that Boulder's legal system was capable of going after someone that they deemed to be a legitimate suspect. The FBI and Department of Homeland Security got involved and they were able to get this guy from Thailand and bring him to Colorado. If the real killer comes onto the radar in the future then I hope they go after him with same intensity and dedication that they demonstrated during the Karr saga.
On Professor Michael Tracey: He fully immersed himself into the case. That really became his only hobby outside of teaching at the university. He was a staunch supporter of the Ramsey's innocence. Once the documentaries that he worked on came out people were talking about the murder like it had just happened. It thrust everything back into the spotlight and I think that was his primary objective. Fleet White was furious and in typical fashion wrote to the university and asked for Tracey's termination. I remember thinking "Well, Boulder is back to normal again." There were a few weeks of pure nostalgia. The entire city people talking about their favorite theories of the case, media inquires on a daily basis and tips being called in from all over the country." I ran into him at the Hungry Toad, a popular pub in Boulder, not long after my retirement. I introduced myself and he was delighted to be speaking to an ex-Boulder cop. Once I told him that I also thought the parents were most likely innocent he became noticeably ecstatic. "Finally! One of the good cops!" he exclaimed. I laughed. The man was clearly drunk but here at this pub on a Saturday night all these years later, JonBenet's murder was still dominating his thoughts.
On questions that still need to be answered: People think if the killer is caught tomorrow and put behind bars then we will have all the answers but I don't subscribe to that idea anymore. There are a lot of things that need to be explained and serious questions need to be answered. There is more to this murder than people realize. Somebody tried to kill Sergeant Bob Whitson, somebody splashed a bucket of blood onto Linda Arndt's front door, somebody put a dead cat on Steve Thomas' front lawn. There is other stuff that I want to talk about but I don't know if I should because some of it is really explosive and has never been publicly revealed. I'll say this though and try to read between the lines. JonBenet was a kid whose parents knew where she was at all times when she wasn't at the house. She went to school, she performed in public places, she took dance and piano lessons, participated in multiple pageants and was part of the local Girl Scouts Club. The killer had to have seen her at one of those places. The killer's knowledge of her obviously came from observing her somewhere, where ever that place may have been. This was most likely not a case of a spontaneous intrusion into a house that was followed by an on-the-spot decision to sexually assault and murder the victim. There was premeditation to this crime. Lastly the killer's confidence in entering the home, writing a ransom note, removing the victim from her bedroom, killing her and then leaving undetected tells me that this person felt very comfortable inside the home. I think when a crime is committed that is that brazen then we should take a second look at the suspects who were within close proximity to the family. Again, I am not a believer in the Ramseys being guilty but I think there are answers to be discovered that are closer to home.

Forgive his crimes. Forgive but not forget I must make that clear.
I'd say rape, murder and torture are the 3 worst crimes a person can commit. Murder is done often in soap, sometimes intentionally so (Tracey with Charlie) and sometimes accidentally but with no remorse (Janine with Barry). They are beloved characters as both villains and characters in general and I do understand why, I don't like Tracey but I love Janine.
Now back to the point, Dean is a pretty shit character (and actor imo) outside of being a rapist, but being so will always be the peak of characterisation, no connections to loved characters like Shirley will negate that fact. Imagine someone saying my favourite villain is Dean, we would rightfully have some serious questions to ask.
I know I personally don't rock with him, I'll watch and feel bad when he is trying to do something with his life just for his past to be brought up, but then he either denies it or just proves why he is a snivelling shit, also the past in question is just a bit too much to let slide. But then I'm willing to forgive murderers, even though I see it as an equally abhorrent crime.
So could someone possibly say they like Dean without raising an eyebrow?

Some confusion here, thanks in advance...
So first, the title-post question: What if Sam had seen Cooper floating into the glass box, instead of being out in the lobby with Tracey? He claims to Tracey that he didn't know what he was looking for nor why, so what would have been his go-to had a fully corporeal Coop just wafted in like a parade float? Would the plot have changed in any meaningful way, or would he have just seen Coop get shunted back to... wherever he went, and then the Experiment/Judy/naked-out-of-focus-horror-chick still shows up and raises bloody hell anyway?
Next, related question. And maybe I'm a little behind on the mythology, but is it generally accepted/believed that DoppelCoop/Mr. C is the "anonymous billionaire" that has set up the whole glass box thing? Presumably to... catch wayward Lodge derelicts, or possibly even Judy herself? (Side question: Assuming Judy is the entity that vomited out Bob in E8, is that the same figure that appears in the glass box? They don't quite look alike.)
And if the Glass Box was a setup by Mr. C to attract Judy or whatever, as theorized above, what exactly about the box scenario would be sufficient to lure any such spirit/demon/creature/entity/god to that otherwise austere and spartan place? Something special about Sam and/or Tracey? Why would Judy, the Big Bad in the whole series, make a personal appearance just to bloody up a couple of horny twenty-somethings?
Unless... It can't be coincidence that her appearance comes just after Cooper's. So... Judy (?) was following Cooper after he was expelled from the Black Lodge by the DoppelArmTree? Tracking him? Why? With what purpose?
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EDIT - grammar, word choice, clarity