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Hi Everyone. I keep getting CTD on this crashlog. Can someone please help. I think it is a non-mod related issue, but if you could tell me which mods I need to disable in order to fix it, that would be awesome.
Fallout 4 v1.10.163
Buffout 4 v1.28.6
Unhandled exception "EXCEPTION_ACCESS_VIOLATION" at 0x7FF74A091E80 Fallout4.exe+03D1E80

\[Compatibility\] F4EE: false \[Crashlog\] AutoOpen: true PromptUpload: true \[Fixes\] ActorIsHostileToActor: true CellInit: true CreateD3DAndSwapChain: true EncounterZoneReset: true GreyMovies: true MagicEffectApplyEvent: true MovementPlanner: true PackageAllocateLocation: true SafeExit: true TESObjectREFRGetEncounterZone: true UnalignedLoad: true UtilityShader: true \[Patches\] Achievements: true ArchiveLimit: false BSMTAManager: true BSPreCulledObjects: true BSTextureStreamerLocalHeap: false HavokMemorySystem: true INISettingCollection: false InputSwitch: false MaxStdIO: 2048 MemoryManager: true MemoryManagerDebug: false ScaleformAllocator: true SmallBlockAllocator: true WorkshopMenu: true \[Warnings\] CreateTexture2D: true ImageSpaceAdapter: true 

SYSTEM SPECS:

OS: Microsoft Windows 11 Home v10.0.22631 CPU: GenuineIntel 12th Gen Intel(R) Core(TM) i7-12800H GPU #1: Nvidia GA103M \[GeForce RTX 3080 Ti Laptop GPU\] GPU #2: Microsoft Basic Render Driver PHYSICAL MEMORY: 11.05 GB/31.69 GB 

PROBABLE CALL STACK:

\[ 0\] 0x7FF74A091E80 Fallout4.exe+03D1E80 -> 869027+0x20 \[ 1\] 0x7FF74A0740F5 Fallout4.exe+03B40F5 -> 1491658+0x4D5 \[ 2\] 0x7FF74A03181C Fallout4.exe+037181C -> 221966+0xDC \[ 3\] 0x7FF74A02CB8E Fallout4.exe+036CB8E -> 93205+0xE \[ 4\] 0x7FF74B9638C2 Fallout4.exe+1CA38C2 -> 1338062+0xF2 \[ 5\] 0x7FF74B963C1C Fallout4.exe+1CA3C1C -> 1310667+0x20C \[ 6\] 0x7FF74AB7CA24 Fallout4.exe+0EBCA24 -> 1123858+0x364 \[ 7\] 0x7FF74AB5B7CB Fallout4.exe+0E9B7CB -> 146861+0xB6B \[ 8\] 0x7FF74AA00D85 Fallout4.exe+0D40D85 -> 222694+0x15 \[ 9\] 0x7FF74B810F26 Fallout4.exe+1B50F26 -> 329005+0xC6 \[10\] 0x7FF74B811432 Fallout4.exe+1B51432 -> 194800+0x202 \[11\] 0x7FF74B813F67 Fallout4.exe+1B53F67 -> 1492866+0x67 \[12\] 0x7FF74B7DCFED Fallout4.exe+1B1CFED -> 1079791+0x3D \[13\] 0x7FFD8685257D KERNEL32.DLL+001257D \[14\] 0x7FFD8890AA48 ntdll.dll+005AA48 

REGISTERS:

RAX 0x0 (size\_t) RCX 0x1E05BA9F800 (void\*) RDX 0x6EC49BF250 (void\*) RBX 0x0 (size\_t) RSP 0x6EC49BF140 (void\*) RBP 0x6EC49BF249 (void\*) RSI 0x6EC49BF250 (void\*) RDI 0x1E05BA9F800 (void\*) R8 0x1E009CFC7B0 (void\*) R9 0x8 (size\_t) R10 0x6EC49BF200 (BSTArrayBase::IAllocatorFunctor\*) R11 0x6EC49BF2C8 (void\*) R12 0xE067C430 (size\_t) R13 0x1DFFF2EAB00 (TESObjectCELL\*) File: "PRP.esp" Flags: 0x0004000B Form ID: 0x00017DF7 Form Type: 63 Full Name: "Museum of Freedom" R14 0x1E0962BD900 (bhkWorld\*) R15 0x1E05BA9F800 (void\*) 

STACK:

\[RSP+0 \] 0x1E0661911C0 (NiNode\*) Name: "00017DF7\_Physics" \[RSP+8 \] 0x7FF74B863C05 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+1BA3C05) \[RSP+10 \] 0x6EC49BF249 (void\*) \[RSP+18 \] 0x1E0633FA240 (void\*) \[RSP+20 \] 0x1E009D98800 (void\*) \[RSP+28 \] 0x1E0633FA240 (void\*) \[RSP+30 \] 0x60 (size\_t) \[RSP+38 \] 0x7FF74A0740F5 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+03B40F5) \[RSP+40 \] 0x1E009D987FC (void\*) \[RSP+48 \] 0x6EC49BF250 (void\*) \[RSP+50 \] 0x1E0633FA240 (void\*) \[RSP+58 \] 0x1E064001600 (BSPortal\*) \[RSP+60 \] 0x1E000000007 (void\*) \[RSP+68 \] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+70 \] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+78 \] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+80 \] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+88 \] 0x1E009D98800 (void\*) \[RSP+90 \] 0x1E0962BD900 (bhkWorld\*) \[RSP+98 \] 0x1E009D987FC (void\*) \[RSP+A0 \] 0xE (size\_t) \[RSP+A8 \] 0x1E03019C4DE (size\_t) \[RSP+B0 \] 0x1DF417F52B0 (void\*) \[RSP+B8 \] 0x7FF70020233A (size\_t) \[RSP+C0 \] 0x7FF74C9096C8 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+2C496C8) \[RSP+C8 \] 0x1E0960D3BC0 (void\*) \[RSP+D0 \] 0x7FF700000000 (size\_t) \[RSP+D8 \] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+E0 \] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+E8 \] 0x1E000000000 (void\*) \[RSP+F0 \] 0x1E063449D00 (BGSCombinedCellGeometryDB::LoadTask\*) \[RSP+F8 \] 0x7FF74A029321 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+0369321) \[RSP+100\] 0x1E0633FA240 (void\*) \[RSP+108\] 0x7FF74B7D093F (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+1B1093F) \[RSP+110\] 0x1DFFF2EAB00 (TESObjectCELL\*) File: "PRP.esp" Flags: 0x0004000B Form ID: 0x00017DF7 Form Type: 63 Full Name: "Museum of Freedom" \[RSP+118\] 0x1E0E067C430 (size\_t) \[RSP+120\] 0x6EC49BF1E4 (void\*) \[RSP+128\] 0x6EC49BF1C0 (void\*) \[RSP+130\] 0x1DFF40D2B00 (IOManager\*) \[RSP+138\] 0x1DF417F52B0 (void\*) \[RSP+140\] 0x966939A4 (size\_t) \[RSP+148\] 0x1E063449D00 (BGSCombinedCellGeometryDB::LoadTask\*) \[RSP+150\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+158\] 0x1DFFF2EAB00 (TESObjectCELL\*) File: "PRP.esp" Flags: 0x0004000B Form ID: 0x00017DF7 Form Type: 63 Full Name: "Museum of Freedom" \[RSP+160\] 0x1 (size\_t) \[RSP+168\] 0x7FF74A03181C (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+037181C) \[RSP+170\] 0x1E (size\_t) \[RSP+178\] 0x7FF75E83E45C (size\_t) \[RSP+180\] 0x6067C430 (size\_t) \[RSP+188\] 0xEC3BD925 (size\_t) \[RSP+190\] 0x1E063449D00 (BGSCombinedCellGeometryDB::LoadTask\*) \[RSP+198\] 0x7FF74A02CB8E (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+036CB8E) \[RSP+1A0\] 0x1E063449D00 (BGSCombinedCellGeometryDB::LoadTask\*) \[RSP+1A8\] 0x1DF417F52B0 (void\*) \[RSP+1B0\] 0x966939A4 (size\_t) \[RSP+1B8\] 0x1E (size\_t) \[RSP+1C0\] 0x2 (size\_t) \[RSP+1C8\] 0x7FF74B9638C2 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+1CA38C2) \[RSP+1D0\] 0x2 (size\_t) \[RSP+1D8\] 0x1 (size\_t) \[RSP+1E0\] 0x2 (size\_t) \[RSP+1E8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+1F0\] 0x32 (size\_t) \[RSP+1F8\] 0x1E (size\_t) \[RSP+200\] 0x2 (size\_t) \[RSP+208\] 0x3 (size\_t) \[RSP+210\] 0x12C (size\_t) \[RSP+218\] 0x1 (size\_t) \[RSP+220\] 0x1DFF40D2B00 (IOManager\*) \[RSP+228\] 0x7FF74B963C1C (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+1CA3C1C) \[RSP+230\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+238\] 0x7FF700000000 (size\_t) \[RSP+240\] 0x1E063449D00 (BGSCombinedCellGeometryDB::LoadTask\*) \[RSP+248\] 0x30D40 (size\_t) \[RSP+250\] 0x4096CBE5 (size\_t) \[RSP+258\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+260\] 0x1DFFF2EAB00 (TESObjectCELL\*) File: "PRP.esp" Flags: 0x0004000B Form ID: 0x00017DF7 Form Type: 63 Full Name: "Museum of Freedom" \[RSP+268\] 0x1DFF4062080 (PlayerCharacter\*) Object Reference: File: "You Are Exceptional.esp" Flags: 0x00040009 Form ID: 0x00000007 Form Type: 45 File: "" Flags: 0x00420448 Form ID: 0x00000014 Form Type: 65 \[RSP+270\] 0xFFFFFFFF (size\_t) \[RSP+278\] 0x6EC49BF6E4 (void\*) \[RSP+280\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+288\] 0x7FF74AB7CA24 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+0EBCA24) \[RSP+290\] 0x6E00000001 (size\_t) \[RSP+298\] 0x6EC49BF4D0 (void\*) \[RSP+2A0\] 0x1DF1C18FE00 (void\*) \[RSP+2A8\] 0x1DFF40625F8 (void\*) \[RSP+2B0\] 0x1DFF4614E00 (void\*) \[RSP+2B8\] 0x1DFF4614E00 (void\*) \[RSP+2C0\] 0xFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF (size\_t) \[RSP+2C8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+2D0\] 0x440D0000 (size\_t) \[RSP+2D8\] 0xC2580000 (size\_t) \[RSP+2E0\] 0x20 (size\_t) \[RSP+2E8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+2F0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+2F8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+300\] 0xFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF (size\_t) \[RSP+308\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+310\] 0xA6DA89653331 (size\_t) \[RSP+318\] 0x7FF74AFF0B5F (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+1330B5F) \[RSP+320\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+328\] 0x4044F5 (void\* -> XINPUT1\_3.dll+00044F5) \[RSP+330\] 0x1DF1C0D2088 (void\*) \[RSP+338\] 0x7FF749E4D27B (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+018D27B) \[RSP+340\] 0x440D0000 (size\_t) \[RSP+348\] 0xBF8000004284F738 (size\_t) \[RSP+350\] 0x35033379 (size\_t) \[RSP+358\] 0x7FFCFBDBBDCE (void\* -> Buffout4.dll+004BDCE) \[RSP+360\] 0x1DF1C0D2088 (void\*) \[RSP+368\] 0x7FF749CE44E3 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+00244E3) \[RSP+370\] 0x7FF74C909DB8 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+2C49DB8) \[RSP+378\] 0x6EC49BF540 (void\*) \[RSP+380\] 0x1DFF45807F0 (void\*) \[RSP+388\] 0x1DFF4062080 (PlayerCharacter\*) Object Reference: File: "You Are Exceptional.esp" Flags: 0x00040009 Form ID: 0x00000007 Form Type: 45 File: "" Flags: 0x00420448 Form ID: 0x00000014 Form Type: 65 \[RSP+390\] 0x1DFF4580808 (void\*) \[RSP+398\] 0x7FF749E4C85D (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+018C85D) \[RSP+3A0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+3A8\] 0x6EC49BF539 (void\*) \[RSP+3B0\] 0x1DF1C3B99D0 (void\*) \[RSP+3B8\] 0x7FF74A054B20 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+0394B20) \[RSP+3C0\] 0x1E014C86140 (void\*) \[RSP+3C8\] 0x7FF74B7D09C3 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+1B109C3) \[RSP+3D0\] 0x7FF74C909DB8 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+2C49DB8) \[RSP+3D8\] 0x6EC49BF520 (void\*) \[RSP+3E0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+3E8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+3F0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+3F8\] 0x7FF700000000 (size\_t) \[RSP+400\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+408\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+410\] 0x6E00000000 (size\_t) \[RSP+418\] 0x7FF700000000 (size\_t) \[RSP+420\] 0x1DFF4062080 (PlayerCharacter\*) Object Reference: File: "You Are Exceptional.esp" Flags: 0x00040009 Form ID: 0x00000007 Form Type: 45 File: "" Flags: 0x00420448 Form ID: 0x00000014 Form Type: 65 \[RSP+428\] 0xFFFFFFFF (size\_t) \[RSP+430\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+438\] 0x1DFF40625F8 (void\*) \[RSP+440\] 0x1DF1C3B99D0 (void\*) \[RSP+448\] 0x6EC49BF758 (void\*) \[RSP+450\] 0x6EC49BF760 (void\*) \[RSP+458\] 0x7FF749DBEE12 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+00FEE12) \[RSP+460\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+468\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+470\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+478\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+480\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+488\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+490\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+498\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+4A0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+4A8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+4B0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+4B8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+4C0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+4C8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+4D0\] 0x1DF00000000 (void\*) \[RSP+4D8\] 0x1DFF4062080 (PlayerCharacter\*) Object Reference: File: "You Are Exceptional.esp" Flags: 0x00040009 Form ID: 0x00000007 Form Type: 45 File: "" Flags: 0x00420448 Form ID: 0x00000014 Form Type: 65 \[RSP+4E0\] 0x1DF1C18FE01 (void\*) \[RSP+4E8\] 0x1DF1C18FE01 (void\*) \[RSP+4F0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+4F8\] 0x7FF74F8A8000 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+5BE8000) \[RSP+500\] 0x1DFF40625F8 (void\*) \[RSP+508\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+510\] 0x6EC49BF760 (void\*) \[RSP+518\] 0x7FF74AB5B7CB (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+0E9B7CB) \[RSP+520\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+528\] 0x6EC49BF758 (void\*) \[RSP+530\] 0x1DF1C3B99D0 (void\*) \[RSP+538\] 0x1 (size\_t) \[RSP+540\] 0x47A01000C7500800 (size\_t) \[RSP+548\] 0x3F80000045E814B7 (size\_t) \[RSP+550\] 0xCB4A29F10001 (size\_t) \[RSP+558\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+560\] 0x1E005328A40 (BGSLocation\*) File: "Unofficial Fallout 4 Patch.esp" Flags: 0x00000009 Form ID: 0x0001D807 Form Type: 107 Full Name: "Museum of Freedom" \[RSP+568\] 0x3F80000045600000 (size\_t) \[RSP+570\] 0x7FF7503E3AB8 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+6723AB8) \[RSP+578\] 0x7FF74C5211A9 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+28611A9) \[RSP+580\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+588\] 0x1DFFF2EAB00 (TESObjectCELL\*) File: "PRP.esp" Flags: 0x0004000B Form ID: 0x00017DF7 Form Type: 63 Full Name: "Museum of Freedom" \[RSP+590\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+598\] 0x440D0000 (size\_t) \[RSP+5A0\] 0xC2800000 (size\_t) \[RSP+5A8\] 0xBFC90FD980000000 (size\_t) \[RSP+5B0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+5B8\] 0x7FF749FFD9C0 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+033D9C0) \[RSP+5C0\] 0x1DFFFFD1E40 (TESObjectREFR\*) Object Reference: File: "Fallout4.esm" Flags: 0x00000019 Form ID: 0x00077CFC Form Type: 32 File: "Fallout4.esm" Flags: 0x00000409 Form ID: 0x0001AC07 Form Type: 64 \[RSP+5C8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+5D0\] 0x10000000000 (size\_t) \[RSP+5D8\] 0xFFFFFF01 (size\_t) \[RSP+5E0\] 0x1DF1C151DE0 (void\*) \[RSP+5E8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+5F0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+5F8\] 0x7FF700000000 (size\_t) \[RSP+600\] 0x7FF7503E3AF0 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+6723AF0) \[RSP+608\] 0x7FF74C5211A9 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+28611A9) \[RSP+610\] 0x2 (size\_t) \[RSP+618\] 0x10000000000 (size\_t) \[RSP+620\] 0x2000000000 (size\_t) \[RSP+628\] 0xC0F (size\_t) \[RSP+630\] 0x7FF74C90A948 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+2C4A948) \[RSP+638\] 0x7FF7503E3AF0 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+6723AF0) \[RSP+640\] 0x7FF7503E3AD8 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+6723AD8) \[RSP+648\] 0x7FF74C520BDB (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+2860BDB) \[RSP+650\] 0x2 (size\_t) \[RSP+658\] 0x7FF74C5418FE (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+28818FE) \[RSP+660\] 0x1E012704A60 (void\*) \[RSP+668\] 0x1E0339F1440 (BSFadeNode\*) Name: "MetalBarrel02" \[RSP+670\] 0x7FF74C90A948 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+2C4A948) \[RSP+678\] 0x7FF7503E3AD8 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+6723AD8) \[RSP+680\] 0x1E0968CFBE0 (void\*) \[RSP+688\] 0x7FF74C540FC3 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+2880FC3) \[RSP+690\] 0x2 (size\_t) \[RSP+698\] 0x1E01011E700 (char\*) "@" \[RSP+6A0\] 0x1E011486C00 (void\*) \[RSP+6A8\] 0x1E01149D420 (void\*) \[RSP+6B0\] 0x1E011486C00 (void\*) \[RSP+6B8\] 0x7FF74C4ED51D (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+282D51D) \[RSP+6C0\] 0x1DF1C19A400 (BSShaderAccumulator\*) \[RSP+6C8\] 0x1DF4F444880 (BSSkyShaderProperty\*) Name: "01\_VW\_Oben\_O" \[RSP+6D0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+6D8\] 0x1DF1C19A400 (BSShaderAccumulator\*) \[RSP+6E0\] 0xCB4A29F109C7 (size\_t) \[RSP+6E8\] 0x6EC49BF878 (void\*) \[RSP+6F0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+6F8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+700\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+708\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+710\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+718\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+720\] 0x1DF417F6818 (void\*) \[RSP+728\] 0x7FF74F8A8080 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+5BE8080) \[RSP+730\] 0x7FF74F8A8088 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+5BE8088) \[RSP+738\] 0x1E0124ED600 (BSShaderAccumulator\*) \[RSP+740\] 0x1E04C0FC900 (BSLightingShaderProperty\*) Name: "C:\\Projects\\Fallout4\\Build\\PC\\Data\\materials\\Architecture\\Buildings\\WoodTrimWhite01.BGSM" \[RSP+748\] 0x7FF74C4ECEEE (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+282CEEE) \[RSP+750\] 0x1E0968CFBE0 (void\*) \[RSP+758\] 0x1E0124ED600 (BSShaderAccumulator\*) \[RSP+760\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+768\] 0x1DF417F6800 (void\*) \[RSP+770\] 0x1DF417F6810 (void\*) \[RSP+778\] 0x7FF74C521B67 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+2861B67) \[RSP+780\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+788\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+790\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+798\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+7A0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+7A8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+7B0\] 0x7FF74F8A8084 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+5BE8084) \[RSP+7B8\] 0x7FF74F8A8080 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+5BE8080) \[RSP+7C0\] 0x7FF74F8A8088 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+5BE8088) \[RSP+7C8\] 0x1 (size\_t) \[RSP+7D0\] 0x1DF1C18FE40 (void\*) \[RSP+7D8\] 0x6EC2B2FAB0 (void\*) \[RSP+7E0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+7E8\] 0x7FF74AA00D85 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+0D40D85) \[RSP+7F0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+7F8\] 0x7FF700000000 (size\_t) \[RSP+800\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+808\] 0x7FFD86234201 (void\* -> KERNELBASE.dll+0034201) \[RSP+810\] 0x7FF74F8A8BB8 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+5BE8BB8) \[RSP+818\] 0x7FF74B810F26 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+1B50F26) \[RSP+820\] 0x7FF74F8A8BB8 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+5BE8BB8) \[RSP+828\] 0x7FF74F8A8BB8 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+5BE8BB8) \[RSP+830\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+838\] 0x7FFD862678CD (void\* -> KERNELBASE.dll+00678CD) \[RSP+840\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+848\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+850\] 0x7FF74F8BEA40 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+5BFEA40) \[RSP+858\] 0x1 (size\_t) \[RSP+860\] 0x7FF74F8A8B48 (BSJobs::JobThread\*) \[RSP+868\] 0x7FF74B811432 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+1B51432) \[RSP+870\] 0x1 (size\_t) \[RSP+878\] 0x7FF74F8A8B68 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+5BE8B68) \[RSP+880\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+888\] 0x6EC49BFA20 (void\*) \[RSP+890\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+898\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+8A0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+8A8\] 0x7FF74B813F67 (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+1B53F67) \[RSP+8B0\] 0x7FF74F8A8B48 (BSJobs::JobThread\*) \[RSP+8B8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+8C0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+8C8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+8D0\] 0x7FF74F8A8B48 (BSJobs::JobThread\*) \[RSP+8D8\] 0x7FF74B7DCFED (void\* -> Fallout4.exe+1B1CFED) \[RSP+8E0\] 0x4C14 (size\_t) \[RSP+8E8\] 0x6EC49BFA40 (void\*) \[RSP+8F0\] 0x1DF1C16BC90 (void\*) \[RSP+8F8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+900\] 0x7FF74F8A8B48 (BSJobs::JobThread\*) \[RSP+908\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+910\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+918\] 0x7FFD8685257D (void\* -> KERNEL32.DLL+001257D) \[RSP+920\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+928\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+930\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+938\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+940\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+948\] 0x7FFD8890AA48 (void\* -> ntdll.dll+005AA48) \[RSP+950\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+958\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+960\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+968\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+970\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+978\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+980\] 0x89827F0E00000000 (size\_t) \[RSP+988\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+990\] 0x4F0FFFFFB30 (size\_t) \[RSP+998\] 0x7FFD8635CBB0 (void\* -> KERNELBASE.dll+015CBB0) \[RSP+9A0\] 0x6EC49BE280 (void\*) \[RSP+9A8\] 0xD2F80001FFF43EDE (size\_t) \[RSP+9B0\] 0x7FFD0FB7B4BE (size\_t) \[RSP+9B8\] 0x6EC49BE280 (void\*) \[RSP+9C0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+9C8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+9D0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+9D8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+9E0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+9E8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+9F0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+9F8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+A00\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+A08\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+A10\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+A18\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+A20\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+A28\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+A30\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+A38\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+A40\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+A48\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+A50\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+A58\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+A60\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+A68\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[RSP+A70\] 0x0 (size\_t) 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MODULES:

XINPUT1\_3.dll 0x000000400000 mdnsNSP.dll 0x00006C1F0000 steam\_api64.dll 0x00006C330000 X3DAudio1\_7.dll 0x00006C370000 d3d11.dll 0x000180000000 PSAPI.DLL 0x01DF00000000 Fallout4.exe 0x7FF749CC0000 ResampleDmo.DLL 0x7FFCF9680000 DSOUND.DLL 0x7FFCF9740000 XAudio2\_7.dll 0x7FFCF99B0000 d3dcompiler\_46e.dll 0x7FFCFA2A0000 gameoverlayrenderer64.dll 0x7FFCFA6A0000 XDI.dll 0x7FFCFA840000 UnlimitedSurvivalMode.dll 0x7FFCFA8B0000 ToYourFaceFO4.dll 0x7FFCFA900000 SprintSpeedController.dll 0x7FFCFA950000 RobCo\_Patcher.dll 0x7FFCFA9A0000 RememberPickAngleUpdated.dll 0x7FFCFAA80000 ReloadFix.dll 0x7FFCFAB40000 PRKF.dll 0x7FFCFAEE0000 PrivateProfileRedirector.dll 0x7FFCFAF70000 pppl.dll 0x7FFCFAFD0000 po3\_SimpleOffenceSuppressionF4.dll 0x7FFCFB010000 Outfit-ReDress-Fix.dll 0x7FFCFB0A0000 mcm.dll 0x7FFCFB3E0000 LighthousePapyrusExtender.dll 0x7FFCFB480000 Interior-NavCut-Fix.dll 0x7FFCFB5B0000 HighFPSPhysicsFix.dll 0x7FFCFB600000 GCBugFix.dll 0x7FFCFB690000 GardenOfEdenPapyrusExtender.dll 0x7FFCFB6F0000 EnergyWeaponCalcFix.dll 0x7FFCFB990000 crafting\_highlight\_fix.dll 0x7FFCFBB70000 ClassicHolsteredWeapons.dll 0x7FFCFBBC0000 CCExtenderF4.dll 0x7FFCFBC70000 BulletCountedReload.dll 0x7FFCFBCE0000 Buffout4.dll 0x7FFCFBD70000 BakaMaxPapyrusOps.dll 0x7FFCFC0D0000 BackportedBA2Support.dll 0x7FFCFC180000 steamclient64.dll 0x7FFCFD7D0000 D3DCOMPILER\_43.dll 0x7FFCFEE50000 cudart64\_75.dll 0x7FFCFF0C0000 GFSDK\_GodraysLib.x64.dll 0x7FFCFF120000 GFSDK\_SSAO\_D3D11.win64.dll 0x7FFCFF180000 MSVCR110.dll 0x7FFCFF210000 flexRelease\_x64.dll 0x7FFCFF2F0000 IPHLPAPI.DLL 0x7FFCFF440000 MSVCP110.dll 0x7FFCFFA00000 f4se\_1\_10\_163.dll 0x7FFCFFAB0000 BlockingOverhaul.dll 0x7FFD194E0000 msdmo.dll 0x7FFD19BD0000 bink2w64.dll 0x7FFD1A610000 tier0\_s64.dll 0x7FFD1A750000 encounter\_zone\_recalculation.dll 0x7FFD1AA00000 BetterConsole.dll 0x7FFD1AA30000 WeaponDebrisCrashFix.dll 0x7FFD21660000 ArmorPenetrationBugFix.dll 0x7FFD21680000 vstdlib\_s64.dll 0x7FFD216D0000 f4se\_steam\_loader.dll 0x7FFD22580000 SprintStutteringFix.dll 0x7FFD22640000 d3dx11\_43.dll 0x7FFD41360000 nvToolsExt64\_1.dll 0x7FFD413B0000 flexExtRelease\_x64.dll 0x7FFD41490000 usvfs\_x64.dll 0x7FFD477B0000 webio.dll 0x7FFD48CD0000 ncryptsslp.dll 0x7FFD5E130000 CONCRT140.dll 0x7FFD5E4C0000 winmmbase.dll 0x7FFD5FE30000 Windows.UI.dll 0x7FFD5FE60000 VCRUNTIME140.dll 0x7FFD68C60000 VCRUNTIME140\_1.dll 0x7FFD68C80000 MSVCP140.dll 0x7FFD68C90000 textinputframework.dll 0x7FFD6D960000 OneCoreCommonProxyStub.dll 0x7FFD6DB70000 nvwgf2umx.dll 0x7FFD6E290000 AUDIOSES.DLL 0x7FFD72490000 MMDevApi.dll 0x7FFD72CF0000 WINSPOOL.DRV 0x7FFD73BC0000 COMCTL32.dll 0x7FFD73C70000 MpOav.dll 0x7FFD74560000 amsi.dll 0x7FFD745F0000 fastprox.dll 0x7FFD74B10000 nvgpucomp64.dll 0x7FFD74FA0000 wbemsvc.dll 0x7FFD77BF0000 NvMessageBus.dll 0x7FFD77CB0000 wbemcomn.dll 0x7FFD78050000 nvapi64.dll 0x7FFD780D0000 drvstore.dll 0x7FFD79FD0000 MSIMG32.dll 0x7FFD7A150000 wbemprox.dll 0x7FFD7A260000 cryptnet.dll 0x7FFD7A2E0000 nvldumdx.dll 0x7FFD7A360000 OneCoreUAPCommonProxyStub.dll 0x7FFD7A690000 WINMM.dll 0x7FFD7AD30000 VERSION.dll 0x7FFD7B250000 rasadhlp.dll 0x7FFD7B260000 fwpuclnt.dll 0x7FFD7B490000 dhcpcsvc.DLL 0x7FFD7C640000 dhcpcsvc6.DLL 0x7FFD7C660000 WINHTTP.dll 0x7FFD7CF50000 CoreUIComponents.dll 0x7FFD7D850000 avrt.dll 0x7FFD7DE60000 directxdatabasehelper.dll 0x7FFD7DFA0000 d3d11.dll 0x7FFD7F450000 dcomp.dll 0x7FFD7F6B0000 CoreMessaging.dll 0x7FFD7FD50000 MSVCP140\_ATOMIC\_WAIT.dll 0x7FFD7FEC0000 apphelp.dll 0x7FFD80130000 UxTheme.dll 0x7FFD80230000 dxgi.dll 0x7FFD80550000 dwmapi.dll 0x7FFD80660000 WINNSI.DLL 0x7FFD80700000 dxcore.dll 0x7FFD80740000 DbgHelp.dll 0x7FFD83220000 resourcepolicyclient.dll 0x7FFD83660000 wintypes.dll 0x7FFD83990000 windows.storage.dll 0x7FFD83AD0000 HID.DLL 0x7FFD843D0000 IpHlpAPI.dll 0x7FFD846A0000 DNSAPI.dll 0x7FFD846D0000 UMPDC.dll 0x7FFD849F0000 POWRPROF.dll 0x7FFD84A10000 Secur32.dll 0x7FFD84A80000 schannel.DLL 0x7FFD84B00000 kernel.appcore.dll 0x7FFD84C00000 rsaenh.dll 0x7FFD84C20000 SSPICLI.DLL 0x7FFD84F00000 MSWSOCK.dll 0x7FFD85110000 USERENV.dll 0x7FFD851B0000 CRYPTSP.dll 0x7FFD85330000 CRYPTBASE.DLL 0x7FFD85350000 wldp.dll 0x7FFD85460000 NTASN1.dll 0x7FFD85510000 ncrypt.dll 0x7FFD85550000 msasn1.dll 0x7FFD85860000 devobj.dll 0x7FFD85880000 CFGMGR32.dll 0x7FFD858B0000 DPAPI.DLL 0x7FFD85920000 profapi.dll 0x7FFD85B00000 msvcp\_win.dll 0x7FFD85BD0000 wintrust.dll 0x7FFD85C70000 gdi32full.dll 0x7FFD85CE0000 ucrtbase.dll 0x7FFD85E00000 win32u.dll 0x7FFD85F20000 CRYPT32.dll 0x7FFD85F50000 bcryptPrimitives.dll 0x7FFD86180000 KERNELBASE.dll 0x7FFD86200000 bcrypt.dll 0x7FFD865B0000 IMM32.DLL 0x7FFD865E0000 msvcrt.dll 0x7FFD86690000 shcore.dll 0x7FFD86740000 KERNEL32.DLL 0x7FFD86840000 SHELL32.dll 0x7FFD86910000 USER32.dll 0x7FFD87200000 SHLWAPI.dll 0x7FFD87430000 NSI.dll 0x7FFD87550000 OLEAUT32.dll 0x7FFD87560000 RPCRT4.dll 0x7FFD87640000 combase.dll 0x7FFD87780000 COMDLG32.dll 0x7FFD87B10000 sechost.dll 0x7FFD87C10000 MSCTF.dll 0x7FFD87CC0000 imagehlp.dll 0x7FFD87E20000 ole32.dll 0x7FFD88010000 SETUPAPI.dll 0x7FFD881C0000 GDI32.dll 0x7FFD88640000 ADVAPI32.dll 0x7FFD88670000 clbcatq.dll 0x7FFD88740000 WS2\_32.dll 0x7FFD887F0000 ntdll.dll 0x7FFD888B0000 

F4SE PLUGINS:

ArmorPenetrationBugFix.dll v1 BackportedBA2Support.dll v1 BakaMaxPapyrusOps.dll v1.1 BetterConsole.dll BlockingOverhaul.dll v1 Buffout4.dll v1.28.6 BulletCountedReload.dll CCExtenderF4.dll v1.2 ClassicHolsteredWeapons.dll crafting\_highlight\_fix.dll encounter\_zone\_recalculation.dll EnergyWeaponCalcFix.dll v1 GardenOfEdenPapyrusExtender.dll v18 GCBugFix.dll v1 HighFPSPhysicsFix.dll Interior-NavCut-Fix.dll v1.0.3 LighthousePapyrusExtender.dll v1.4 mcm.dll Outfit-ReDress-Fix.dll v1 po3\_SimpleOffenceSuppressionF4.dll v1 pppl.dll PrivateProfileRedirector.dll PRKF.dll ReloadFix.dll v1.2.4 RememberPickAngleUpdated.dll RobCo\_Patcher.dll v3.6 SprintSpeedController.dll v1 SprintStutteringFix.dll ToYourFaceFO4.dll UnlimitedSurvivalMode.dll WeaponDebrisCrashFix.dll XDI.dll 

PLUGINS:

\[ 0\] Fallout4.esm \[ 1\] DLCRobot.esm \[ 2\] DLCworkshop01.esm \[ 3\] DLCCoast.esm \[ 4\] DLCworkshop02.esm \[ 5\] DLCworkshop03.esm \[ 6\] DLCNukaWorld.esm \[ 7\] Unofficial Fallout 4 Patch.esp \[ 8\] XDI.esm \[ 9\] YouAndWhatArmy2.esm \[ A\] WeaponModFixes-GOTY.esp \[ B\] RAW INPUT.esp \[ C\] Less Annoying Berry Mentats.esp \[ D\] Complex Vendors.esp \[ E\] DLC Timing.esp \[ F\] BlockingOverhaul.esp \[10\] AttachPack.esp \[11\] ScopeOverlayDOF.esp \[12\] RemoveBlur.esp \[13\] Vivid Waters.esp \[14\] Vivid Weathers - FO4.esp \[15\] Vivid Weathers - FO4 - Far Harbor.esp \[16\] Vivid Weathers - Natural Bright.esp \[17\] Vivid Weathers - Nuka World.esp \[18\] You Are Exceptional.esp \[19\] SelectMarksman.esp \[1A\] WattzLaserGun.esp \[1B\] Tomacuzi9.esp \[1C\] Zapgun.esp \[1D\] SelectShotgun.esp \[1E\] SurvivalOptions.esp \[1F\] AVBPipeGunsReplace.esp \[FE: 0\] ccBGSFO4044-HellfirePowerArmor.esl \[FE: 1\] ccBGSFO4115-X02.esl \[FE: 2\] ccBGSFO4116-HeavyFlamer.esl \[FE: 3\] ccBGSFO4110-WS\_Enclave.esl \[FE: 4\] ccBGSFO4096-AS\_Enclave.esl \[FE: 5\] ccFSVFO4007-Halloween.esl \[FE: 6\] ccBGSFO4046-TesCan.esl \[FE: 7\] ccSBJFO4003-Grenade.esl \[FE: 8\] ccOTMFO4001-Remnants.esl \[FE: 9\] REFramework.esm \[FE: A\] Ownership Fixes.esp \[FE: B\] Community Fixes Merged.esp \[FE: C\] TMR\_GlitchfinderAIO.esm \[FE: D\] GrenadeCombatFixes.esl \[FE: E\] JumpFallPoseFix.esl \[FE: F\] NPCRespawnFix.esl \[FE: 10\] OutlineWorkshopShader.esl \[FE: 11\] SelectRevolver.esl \[FE: 12\] FOLON\_Lewis.esl \[FE: 13\] PPF.esm \[FE: 14\] MiscAnimTweaks.esp \[FE: 15\] Wetness Shader Fix.esp \[FE: 16\] Fixed Gobo Effects.esp \[FE: 17\] Flutter Flicker Fixer For Foliage.esp \[FE: 18\] PRP.esp \[FE: 19\] PuddleReflectionFix.esp \[FE: 1A\] Chemfluence AI Combat Dynamics.esp \[FE: 1B\] SimplePowerArmorReductionSystem.esp \[FE: 1C\] Keep Radiants In Commonwealth.esp \[FE: 1D\] WhoIsTheGeneral.esp \[FE: 1E\] LegendariesTheyCanUse.esp \[FE: 1F\] No Sneaking in Power Armor.esp \[FE: 20\] Backpacks of the Commonwealth - UFO4P Patch.esp \[FE: 21\] Attach Pack Mod Description Fixes.esp \[FE: 22\] Legendary Mutation Messages Fix.esp \[FE: 23\] Lightweight Lighting.esp \[FE: 24\] Gloomy Glass.esp \[FE: 25\] FO4ParticlePatch.esp \[FE: 26\] WET.esp \[FE: 27\] WAVE.esp \[FE: 28\] Targeted Textures.esp \[FE: 29\] DiamondCityBillboards.esp \[FE: 2A\] Diamond City Supplements.esp \[FE: 2B\] GoodneighborView.esp \[FE: 2C\] TerrainUndersides.esp \[FE: 2D\] VividFallout - AiO - BestChoice.esp \[FE: 2E\] UltimateLockpick.esp 

Thanks so much!

Hey all, I've recently booked to visit the Amalfi coast. Im coming on my own and staying in Maiori for 6 nights in June. Flying to Naples. I have a good few questions though if anyone can help to answer!

• Getting from Naples airport to Maiori. When I check online it says there is a direct bus to Minori, sadly two hours after my flight but l'm willing to suck it up for the price difference of a private transfer (expensive for me to pay on my own & since this is a last minute trip I really wanted to try avoid that) How reliable are the buses? It says I have to buy my ticket on the day, which makes me so nervous lol l'd rather have a ticket booked in advance so I know I'm more secure. Are there any other ways to get from Naples to Maiori that might be easier or just not as costly as private hire?
  
• Positano to Mairori. When I checked the ferry schedule online the last ride is 18:30 in the evening, which is alright but I was wondering if there was any other form of transport to get me back to Maiori later than that? I wanted to have evening dinner and drinks in Positano but not sure if l'il have a way back
  
• Excursions/ things to do Any recommendations from personal experience? Please mention any nice restaurants, view points or excursions you did. (Can be Maiori, positano, Amalfi, Capri etc as I'm planning on using the ferry a fair amount) I best to book excursions now via online? I sav someone mention they didn't book anything in advance and when they got there there wasn't any reservations or spaces left (even sunbeds) so if anyone has any tips when/where to book that would be great.
  

It's my first solo holiday & I really want a mix of relaxation & seeing stuff. Nervous to go on my own so all pointers help! tia

Hey all, I’ve recently booked to visit the Amalfi coast. Im coming on my own and staying in Maiori for 6 nights in June. Flying to Naples. I have a good few questions though if anyone can help to answer !
-Getting from Naples airport to Maiori. When I check online it says there is a direct bus to Minori, sadly two hours after my flight but I’m willing to suck it up for the price difference of a private transfer (expensive for me to pay on my own & since this is a last minute trip I really wanted to try avoid that) How reliable are the buses? It says I have to buy my ticket on the day, which makes me so nervous lol I’d rather have a ticket booked in advance so I know I’m more secure. Are there any other ways to get from Naples to Maiori that might be easier or just not as costly as private hire?
-Positano to Mairori. When I checked the ferry schedule online the last ride is 18:30 in the evening, which is alright but I was wondering if there was any other form of transport to get me back to Maiori later than that? I wanted to have evening dinner and drinks in Positano but not sure if I’ll have a way back
-Excursions/ things to do Any recommendations from personal experience? Please mention any nice restaurants, view points or excursions you did. (Can be Maiori, positano, Amalfi, Capri etc as I’m planning on using the ferry a fair amount) Am I best to book excursions now via online? I saw someone mention they didn’t book anything in advance and when they got there there wasn’t any reservations or spaces left (even sunbeds) so if anyone has any tips when/where to book that would be great.
It’s my first solo holiday & I really want a mix of relaxation & seeing stuff. Nervous to go on my own so all pointers help! tia

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Considering making a move in the next couple of years. Does anyone have some good info on working in MI? Some of my questions are below?
*what is generally considered competitive pay? * Is EMS largely third service/fire based/private? * does the state offer progressive protocols for medics? * is Ems viewed as transport or actual professionals? * Do you make enough to support your family? * do you recommend any areas or departments to apply to?
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I am trying to add an alert at the time an item is deleted from SwiftData. I do not understand why the delete does not work when I add the .confirmationDialog logic. When I swipe to delete and tap Delete in the confirmation, the element IS NOT deleted. If I use the code in the second example and simply swipe to delete, the element IS deleted.
Why does one delete and the other does not?
DOES NOT DELETE:

struct DistanceListView: View { @Environment(\.modelContext) private var modelContext @Query(sort: \Distance.distanceInMiles) var distances: [Distance] @State private var isShowingDeleteAlert = false var body: some View { NavigationStack { List { ForEach(distances) { distance in Text(distance.distanceDisplay) .swipeActions(allowsFullSwipe: false) { swipeActions(distance: distance) } .confirmationDialog("Confirm", isPresented: $isShowingDeleteAlert, titleVisibility: .visible) { Button("Delete", role: .destructive) { delete(distance) } } } } } } func swipeActions(distance: Distance) -> some View { Group { Button(role: .destructive) { isShowingDeleteAlert = true } label: { Label("Delete Distance", systemImage: "trash") } } } func delete(_ distance: Distance) { modelContext.delete(distance) } } 

DOES DELETE:

struct DistanceListView: View { @Environment(\.modelContext) private var modelContext @Query(sort: \Distance.distanceInMiles) var distances: [Distance] var body: some View { NavigationStack { List { ForEach(distances) { distance in Text(distance.distanceDisplay) .swipeActions(allowsFullSwipe: false) { swipeActions(distance: distance) } } } } } func swipeActions(distance: Distance) -> some View { Group { Button(role: .destructive) { delete(distance) } label: { Label("Delete Distance", systemImage: "trash") } } } func delete(_ distance: Distance) { modelContext.delete(distance) } } 

I’m going for a rhinoplasty in September and I was just wondering if it’s worth me getting a genioplasty as well. I’ve always thought my face was too long. I’ve seen people get a rhinoplasty, octoplasty and a genioplasty done at the same time and I really liked the results. However since my chin isn’t abnormally out of the place, I don’t know if I’ll be eligible for it. These photos aren’t the best but if you require a clearer view please let me know in the comments and I will private message you.

FYI, this is a story COLLECTION. Lots of standalones technically. So, you can basically start to read at any chapter, no pre-read of the other chapters needed technically (other than maybe getting better descriptions of characters than: Adam Vir=human, Krill=antlike alien, Sunny=tall alien, Conn=telepathic alien). The numbers are (mostly) only for organization of posts and continuity.
OC Written by Charlie Stastarrfallknightrise,
Typed up and then posted here by me.
Proofreading and language check for some chapters by u/Finbar9800 u/BakeGullible9975 u/Didnotseemecomein and u/medium_jock
Future Lore and fact check done by me.
Caution swearing!
Also, god I love you Conn… please never change!
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"Both of you get your suits back on."
"What the hell is going on!?”
Richards demanded, Adam took a deep breath,
"Captain Richards that was not an opening for a discussion, that was an order. Now put the damn suit on, or I swear I will knock you out and do it myself!”
The three of them were floating in the module staring at each other, hands resting against what must have been no more than a few millimeters of aluminum.
He stared at them, and they stared back.
Adam did not break eye contact with the two, willing them to do as they were told. Chavez was the first to move, hurrying over to her space suit and struggling to pull it on in a near panic as bright lights flashed from outside. Inside his heart was pounding but he tried to remain calm for the two standing before him.
He hurried over to help Chavez pull on her gear, finally sealing the helmet in place as Richards finally moved to do the same.
Adam helped pull the hard torso over the man's head and link it to the waist before helping him pull on his gloves and, eventually the helmet. Before he let go, he kept hold of Richards by either side of the helmet staring at him through the glass,
"I promise, if you listen to me, I will keep you safe."
He kept eye contact with the other man until Richards finally nodded, and Adam let him go to float over and put on his own suit. His hands were steady, for now, but he knew as soon as the crisis was over he'd be shaking like a leaf.
If he survived…
He gritted his teeth, cursing himself for thinking like that.
He was Admiral Vir for crying out loud. He had survived far too much to go and die now.
He returned to the helm of the command module as he looked out the thick window at the lights flashing on either side of them. Despite the war that was raging around them, everything seemed so strangely quiet. There was no sound no rumbling, not even a vibration as one of the jets flew past. Despite being at the controls of the vehicle, there was nothing he could do. They only had a certain amount of fuel to get them to the lunar surface, and if he wasted any of it at all, they would be either caught in orbit, or miss the moon entirely.
He had to keep his cool.
Another bright burst of light lit the window to his right. This one was closer this time.
His heart leaped up into his throat.
Richards and Chaves joined him buckling into their seats.
"What is going on?”
Richards demanded again, his mike distant and tinny with the sound of very old technology.
"I believe Anti-Alliance forces are attempting to assassinate me. They have been trying for months now, and I think they are being encouraged by very powerful members of the government."
They watched as another set of ships zoomed past.
He saw a flash of a silhouette, just enough to know that one of them was a Thunderhawk and the other was a silver Rundi drone.
It confirmed his worst fears. The Chairwoman had been behind this the whole time!
[…]
Red nearly collided with the rocket. The Thunderhawk had pulled up the last minute, but he had almost been too late. He jerked the stick to the side, throwing up his wing just in time to avoid hitting the rocket as it made its slow way through space. He dove down on the other side forced to break off pursuit and cut in front of another Thunderhawk coming in from above. He made to look like he was going to ram them, playing a dangerous game of chicken, which he won at the last second as the other pilot panicked and cut to the left.
There were too many of them. Only five out of the original twenty had been destroyed, and he and the rest of their pilots were busy just keeping the thunder hawks away from the rocket, much less to have any time of firing at them. He had sent one of his people down to earth and one of them off towards the moon for backup. The moon was still hours away yet, so the hope that some help would be sent from them was unlikely, and even the woman he had sent down to earth's surface was cutting it close.
He didn't have much hopes that they would be able to hold out that long.
Inside the cockpit his warning lights began to blink and blair as one of the other jets got a lock on him. He rolled right to avoid them and dove down, cutting off the lock but still being pursued by those behind him. Up ahead he saw one of the silver balls erupt into flames as it was targeted by an expert hit from one of the Thunderhawk pilots.
He rolled right.
Someone else rolled left. He cut up just in time to avoid being hit and raced forward to cut off another Thunderbird that was heading directly towards the rocket.
[…]
Eris hurried down the hallway, her knees screaming as she did her very best to sprint, but despite her human anatomy, she was a little too much like a starborn.
With a cry of frustration she reached up and tore off her hoodie, throwing it to the ground and engaging her anti-gravity belt. The ribbons on her back billowed out behind her.
Light spilled in from the windows on either side of the catwalk she was now on, filling her with a buzzing energy that she could feel radiating through the ribbons like electricity. She knew from her study of starborn that they could travel at thousands of miles an hour in the vacuum of space, especially when under the power of a star. She didn't think she needed to go THAT fast, but anything would be better than what she was doing now.
As if in response to her will, she suddenly began to glide forward, picking up speed as she swooped towards the end of the hall, wind catching her in the face and roaring along her cheeks. With her starborn skin, she barely felt a thing as she raced around the corner and out of the waiting door. Two men dressed in military ACUs dived to the side as she blew past them crying out in alarm and confusion as the "Alien" floated by.
Somewhere distantly, she could sense Conn racing in the opposite direction towards the base.
Sunny and Admiral Kelly had Admiral Massie in their custody and were dragging him out into the hallway.
She blew across the open ground her ribbons snapping and billowing behind her as she did. She didn't even have time to imagine what she looked like as she roared over the open field and towards the waiting news vans which were just beginning to pack up their things. They were close to leaving, but she set out a sharp hard telepathic pulse ordering them to stop.
Compelling them to stop.
They froze in their tracks and looked up to see her coming.
Someone scrambled to turn on their camera, not sure what was going on but sure it had to be something good.
She tried not to think about what they would see as the camera flared to life following her approach.
"Make us live."
She ordered,
The news people glanced between each other in confusion,
"But no… we aren’t-"
"What are-"
She came to a sudden jolting stop before them, her billowing black hair fanning out behind her like a curling halo.
"I said, put us on air."
This time the telepathic pulse was too strong to resist. Mostly that, paired with the fact that none of them were sure they really wanted to resist. She was way too interesting to pass up.
They hurried to do what they were doing, and Eris was given just enough time to feel nervous before the camera was turned to her.
They were live.
She read it in the minds of those behind camera who she cut off as she began to speak,
"Citizens of Earth, there has been a horrible conspiracy against you. The UN president has ordered the assassination of Admiral Adam Vir and has continually attempted to sabotage the mission. Just now General Massie was taken into custody after ordering the deployment of twenty Thunderhawk’s to harass the rocket and make its destruction look like some sort of collision with space debris."
The group gawked at her as she raised her hand with the small silver device and began playing the recording.
She knew something like this would never be admissible in court. She was pretty sure it would be considered entrapment of some kind, which is why it must be heard now, before everyone, so that the actions of the president could be judged by a jury of the world where it could not be hidden by political machinations.
"Communications have been lost with Apollo 11. And it is... Well... It is likely that he is already dead..."
Her voice broke,
"No matter what happens, I need you, and this nation to understand what is happening before it gets swept under the rug. I saw it with my own eyes, heard it with my own ears and experienced their meeting in the thoughts of a man who is both xenophobic and hateful to his own humankind."
She kept talking trying to give them all the information she could, spilling thoughts she had heard in the head of the UN president and General Massie alike. Every meeting, every liaison, every name until her voice was beginning to crack.
[…]
The UN president was just standing to enter her vehicle when a slow muttering began in the crowd behind her. She turned as the ground before her went silent.
She watched as a wave ran through the people. A wave of nudging and whispering and showing off news feeds they had pulled up on their wrist implants. It wasn't long before the entire crowd was either staring down at their arms or clustered around someone else for viewing.
"What is going on?”
She wondered, turning to one of her men who was staring down at her own wrist.
"Madame president?"
He said with a look of confusion.
She could hear it now.
"Her and General Massie have ordered members of the UNSC to adjust funds in order to hide the twenty Thunderhawk’s they were squirting away for just such an event."
She hurried forward, grabbing the secret serviceman by the arm, staring at it as she watched the streaming newsfeed and the freaky white alien with the large dark eyes and flowing black hair.
"She is afraid of aliens, she wishes to isolate and eventually use humanity's superior forces to overtake trade in the galaxy, forceful if need be."
The muttering behind her had turned into an angry grumbling, and she turned to see the eyes of hundreds that turned towards her.
"Get me out of here."
She hissed. the Secret Serviceman took a step back with a look of confusion and indecision on his face.
"It's your job."
She snarled, but he just stared at her.
She hurriedly ran over to her car as the crowd began to filter in around them pressing close. A few of the secret service men pulled guns, but a large majority of them were frozen with indecision and were taken over by the crowd. She scrambled into the back seat of her vehicle and slammed the door shut screaming at the driver to get moving.
The crowd was surrounding them now, pounding at the glass.
She could hear their angry voices raised for her to be heard behind bullet proof glass.
Outside, she watched a lone figure step onto the platform where the lectern was and stare at her with its beady black eyes. The Chairwoman of the GA stood over the crowd like it's filthy alien lord.
And even though Rundi could not smile, she could swear it was smiling.
[…]
Baby K hit a rough patch of turbulence coming down from the atmosphere. She struggled with the controls as she was thrown left and right inside the cockpit of her rickety shuttle.
Donovan Red had ordered her down here to grab the UNSC, but she was so scared and full of adrenaline that she had dropped it at too steep an angle. The ride was much bumpier than it was supposed to be, and her teeth were rattling inside her head.
Just then two Jets suddenly cut in behind her out of nowhere, and she heard her console beep and warn her about a lock on, making it clear that she was just one click of a trigger away from imminent doom.
"This is Eagle Dispatch One, unidentified vessel, you have crossed into restricted UNSC airspace, identify yourself or be destroyed! You have ten seconds to comply, over."
She scrambled for her communications, but her fingers felt as stiff as wood as she scrambled for the button.
"I repeat, this is Eagle Dispatch One, unidentified vessel, you have entered restricted UNSC airspace, you are ordered to identify yourself or be destroyed. Five seconds remaining. Over."
She slammed her first into the comms button nearly panicking,
"UNSC!"
Her voice was rattling,
"This is B-baby K, and I... The Apollo 11 is under attack!"
She was breathless as she forced the words out.
There was silence over the coms,
"Say again? Uhm I mean please repeat over.”
"Apollo 11 is under attack!"
”…”
”…”
More silence,
”Roger that. Please stand by. Over."
The lock lifted and the two jets pulled up to the side of her, staying close now.
She recognized those jets as two F-90 Darkfires.
They stayed by her side for a moment, and as close as they were she could see one of the pilots fidgeting with the coms, talking and wildly gesticulating, while his copilot was beginning to wildly flip switches.
Meanwhile, a second voice came in over the coms.
"On your left! Eagle Dispatch Two here, unidentified vessel, please land on UNSC base airstrip one. Just contact the control tower once you get close for guidance and instruction."
Baby K looked over into the other jet, just to see the pilot adjusting his helmet and clicking an oxygen tube to the front of his helmet. His co-pilot had already put the additional oxygen mask on and was also flipping switches.
”Uhm aren’t you going to escort me?”
Baby K managed to blurt out in confusion,
”Godspeed Baby K, Eagle Dispatch Two over and out.”
Both men in the jet to her left had apparently finished their preparations and gave her a quick salute.
Then suddenly, both jets adjusted their angle and cut engines, before switching to their big fusion engines, rocketing them up and out of sight within seconds.
[…]
So far it had been a relatively quiet day at the Ellington Field Joint Reserve Base. Most of the air traffic had been canceled due to the launch of the Apollo mission, so there was not much to do, leaving much of the Airport less staffed than normal.
In the Air Traffic Control tower of the base, only two men were working. Though “working” was stretching it, considering Senior Controller M. Fredrick was currently in the middle of his book (though he was at least in front of his station) and his comrade Senior ATC Instructor A. Millard was currently sitting in a corner, watching a movie on his implant.
”So what are you watching? One of those old Star Wars movies?”
”You bet! Those are the best! By the way any info on that “lost civilian” who got into our airspace?”
”No not yet, though I sent Eagle Dispatch and told them to be extra unfriendly, that will scare these civilians off for sure!”
”Pffft, why couldn’t they watch the start like any other person? There is always some dumb rich kid doing dumb stuff with daddies private shuttle… I don’t understand why we always let them off with a warning…”
The console started beeping,
”Oh look that’s them now!”
”Put ‘em on speakers!”
”Will do!”
…
”ATC this is Eagle, come the FUCK in!”
Fredrick rolled his eyes,
”Ahem… This is Elling Field ATC, calling Eagle Dispatch One. We hear you, over.”
”ATC what the FUCK took you so long!?”
”Ellington Field ATC, to Eagle Dispatch one, firstly: language, secondly: please follow standard radio rules, over.”
”THE APOLLO IS UNDER ATACK BY HOSTILE ELEMENTS!”
”Ellingt-WHAAAAT!? Repeat please! Over!”
”THE APOLLO IS BEEING ATACKED BY HOSTILE ELEMENTS! REQUETING IMMEDIATE ASSIST!”
Fredrick just stared at Millard dumbfounded. As the senior officer Millard was quick to collect himself and jumped up and towards his console.
”What are you waiting for Fredrick! Are we blind!? DEPLOY THE GARRISON!”
Fredrick ignored all protocol and just flipped the switch to connect his comms to every recipient available.
”ATC to all personnel and everyone who can hear me, the Apollo is under attack, I repeat, the apollo is under attack. I want all available planes that can reach the outer atmosphere ready ASAP! Get the darkfires on the runway I want them in the air yesterday!”
[…]
Conn raced towards the airstrip, feeling the wind in the ribbons at his back. He couldn't go nearly as fast as he wanted to with air resistance.
Why the hell did Adam always have to get into so much trouble, why did he always have to be the center of attention!?
Everyone either hated him or loved him, but the problem was people who hated him also wanted to kill him.
Why did he have to be so controversial!?
Why did he have to be hated for something that was such a big deal. Why couldn't he be hated for having controversial political opinions. Conn paused…
On second thought, controversial political opinions were kind of what had gotten them here in the first place, so he guessed that was kind of a useless comparison. How about being the kind of guy who liked to talk too much about fishing. That was a great way to make people hate you for being boring, but it didn't usually mean that people wanted to kill you.
Maybe they could get the man a hobby doing something that wasn't so controversial…
Like…
Kicking small Animals or…
Cannibalism.
He came roaring to the stop at the edge of the airfield just in time to watch an entire platoon of pilots racing towards jets. He could hear their minds and looked up to see a rather dinky shuttle descending from the sky. He floated forward towards one of the jets as two pilots leaped inside.
He was going to need a ride.
The pilots turned to look at him, but Conn just shook his head.
The pilots decided to ignore him in the confusion and Conn grabbed on tight.
Starborn, he had come to learn, were a very interesting species in comparison to others. Vertically, as in from the top down he was very fragile and likely to break his neck or collapse his spine if there was any kind of pressure, but with horizontal forces, he was practically indestructible. Below him the ship roared to life and soon they were gathering speed along the runway.
His grip was tight, and he used the extra energy from his ribbons to speed himself up along with the jet to reduce the pull on his arms.
His grip wasn't that strong.
They went vertical almost immediately, and he made sure to orient his body in the correct direction as they went hurtling into the sky.
[…]
Red's right wing had been hit. If there had been atmosphere around him he would have been a goner, but there was no air resistance here, so once he regained control of his roll, he pulled back into position and fired one last shot as the opportunity arose. The sixth Thunderhawk was destroyed in an eruption of debris, which he dodged only with difficulty, limping without the aid of the maneuvering jet on the end of his one wing. Things were only speeding up now, the Rundi were almost gone and the pressure was being laid thick on his people. They were hard to hit but the pursuit made it almost impossible for them to do any real maneuvering of their own. He was almost hit again as another Thunderhawk sped underneath him. They rolled this way and that rocking from one side to the other. Flying through debris and over strips of silver metal.
Below them the earth hung as a glowing orb.
Red cut in a wide circle coming in with the sun at his back, using it to blind one of the enemy Thunderhawk’s as he came in. He watched the group of them form up suddenly as a ring around the slow moving rocket, intending quite certainly to rush it all at once. He screamed into the comm trying to order his men around, but it was going to be too late, he could already see it coming.
The jets rushed forward, and he did too, screaming inside his helmet as they went to broadside Apollo 11.
And then with all the silence of space, sixteen F-90 Dark Fires came spitting overhead all at once, raining down a line of ordinance that cut through the group of unsuspecting Thunderhawk’s.
Space around them was filled with a myriad of silent explosions as each and every one of them was ripped to shreds.
All except one…
He saw it at the last moment.
It had been hit in the tail and had gone wildly off course.
It turned sideways, but had just enough force... For its wing to tear straight through the aluminum siding of the rocket.
FUCK!
[…]
Chavez and Richards had been ordered to strap into their seats.
Adam had taken it upon himself to lock down the rest of the main cabin. Outside the flashing lights were like a fireworks display without sound. He grabbed onto one of the rails, forcing equipment back into place, so that if anything happened it wouldn't fly out.
His legs were kicked up behind him as he floated forward reaching for some of the controls as a sudden bright wash of light filtered in through the windows. He heard a scream over his com, and then the air around him was rent with a horrific tearing noise, which suddenly went silent. There was a rush, and he jerked forward as he was sucked back... And out of the ship entirely.
His hands and legs kicked and flailed as he tried to right himself, hearing his own breathing as the only sound as he watched the rocket begin to spin, debris erupting around him as air, and whatever wasn't strapped down was sucked through the small opening.
The rocket was spinning wildly but still on course, while he was spinning wildly in a silent abyss.
Grunting against the force of his spin, he reached down for the controls to the CO2 canister built into the pack of his spacesuit.
He groaned, not sure which way was up or down or back. He tried to right himself against the spin by firing in the opposite direction to slow his spin.
He could see the rocket now spinning in the opposite direction with the sudden loss of oxygen. He hoped the other astronauts were ok. He saw the silhouette of a jet fly past in the distance making its way towards the spinning rocket.
At least there was someone here to help.
Maybe the others would survive-
And then he just… stopped, coming to a confusing halt in the middle of space.
That shouldn't have been right!
He should have kept going forever!
He tried turning his head, but he felt like the pillsbury doughboy in this two thousand year old suit.
What was happening?
"Did you miss me Baby?”
Well shit, now he sort of wished he could keep spinning.
There was a tugging on the outside of his suit, and Conn floated into view in front of his helmet.
"Hey sweetheart."
"You are probably the last person I wanted to see."
He said, though he didn't entirely mean it, and unfortunately Conn knew that too, the mindreading asshole that he was.
”I could hardly let the father of my child go spinning off into space without taking accountability for his family. After al child support is paying way more than widows pension."
"Shove it up your ass Conn."
"No really, not even the vacuum of space is going to save you from your responsibilities. Now, about custody, I was thinking you could have every other weekend and a couple of major holidays…”
He gave a rueful sort of smile as Conn grabbed him by the life support pack and started floating them towards the rocket.
The F-90s had somehow managed to slow the spin of the rocket, and pull it back on course with grappling magnets.
All around them space was filled with debris. No more working Thunderhawk’s were present and those that were were quickly being grappled. One sleek racing jet slowly cruised past them. One of its wings was damaged, but whoever was inside waved with one hand as he rolled past.
Adam lifted a hand as Conn brought him the last few hundred feet to the torn opening in the side of the ship, allowing him to step through.
Conn patted him on the side of the helmet,
"Make sure to be home by dinnertime sweetie."
Before blowing him a kiss and vanishing back out the hole.
Adam floated there, a bit nonplussed for a moment before turning back to the front of the ship where Chaves and Richards were still strapped into their seats staring at him and after Conn. He floated over to strap himself in.
"Admiral! You're ok!”
"Yes, it seems that I am, thanks to a... Friend of mine."
Just then Conn appeared again just before their right side window, and like the classy gentlemen that he was began rubbing his butt up against the glass.
He sighed,
"Friend is kind of stretching it."
"Apollo 11 this is Houston, do you copy!"
The man on the other end of the line sounded close to tears, and Adam hurried to respond,
"Houston this is Apollo 11."
On the other side he thought he heard the sound of voices cheering in relief.
"What is your status, over?”
"We are a bit beat up Houston, we have a tear in our hull, but our suits are ok, and we have help."
"Prepare to abort mission."
Adam frowned,
"Now wait a second there Houston! I didn't get sucked out the side of my own rocket to just quit now. Tell the boys to come up here and patch us up and we can finish the mission. All systems are still functioning, and we are back on course."
He glanced over at the others,
”That is, if the crew wants to continue."
There was a pause and then Chavez timidly piped in,
"I'd be ok with that."
Richards sighed,
"Roger Houston, patch us up."
Granted it may have been cheating. Apollo 11 hadn't had support with special tools that could just patch up a spaceship within ten minutes, but then again the original Apollo 11 hadn't been in the middle of a firefight while on their journey to the moon.
So it was with some trepidation that Houston allowed it, and before long they had air back inside the cabin back up to pressure, but they also had a sixteen-man rotating escort for the rest of the way.
The group of them were even shocked to see Rundi drones join the formation, only to learn that it had been the UN president who had allegedly called the hit on him. It was hard to believe, but they were only getting snippets here and then from over radio and from Conn, who floated around occasionally to rub another part of his anatomy against the window and give them teasing updates.
The moon was growing slowly in their vision.
"Hehe, I can see my house from here."
Adam remarked as they prepared to detach the lunar module from the rest of the ship.
They landed without incident, observed by mobile camera crews and news reporters as he made his own footprint on the never changing dust of the moon's surface. He gave them a thumbs up to let them know he was fine and hesitated only once before setting up the UN flag in the dirt. He refused to let his enthusiasm be dampened by the day's events and hopped around dancing and leaping for joy as another one of his childhood dreams was fulfilled.
…
That was before he plowed face first into the moon's surface and required help from Richards to stand back up again.
They left soon after taking another three days of escort back to earth before strapping themselves in for final entry.
Conn left them just as they were entering orbit with a very big and very drawn out middle finger for all three of them.
"Your friend is super delightful isn't he?”
"You don’t know the half of it, try having a child with him."
Adam muttered, refusing to elaborate even as they stared at him in confusion.
They fell from the sky and landed somewhere in the Pacific Ocean, picked up by the waiting navy vessel who was within nine miles of their landing site. They were fished from the water and returned safe and sound to the ship to cheers and cameras. Adam's legs felt a little like jelly after days of not using them, and he was finally able to relax lying on the deck of the ship under the sun as people ran around them on either side.
His hands shook slowly building up after the stress of the last week. He took long deep breaths and closed his eyes.
The next few days were going to be a real shit show.
And somehow it wasn’t because he was now known as the man who faceplanted not one, but TWO interstellar bodies…
The media was way to busy with the other story, a massive net of deceit and corruption that would now be uncovered.
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Thanks for reading! As you saw in the title, this is a cross posted story written by starrfallknightrise and I'll just upload some of it here for you guys, if you are interested and want to read ahead, the original story-collection can be found on tumblr or wattpad to read for free. (link above this text under "OC:..." ) It is the Empyrean Iris story collection by starfallknightrise. Also, if you want to know more about the story collection i made an intro post about it, so feel free to check that out to see what other great characters to look forward to! (Link also above this text). I have no affiliations to the author; just thought I’d share some of the great stories you might enjoy a lot!
Obviously, I have Charlie’s permission to post this and for the people already knowing the stories, or starting to read them: If you follow the link and check out the story you will see some differences. I made some small (non-artistic) changes, mainly correcting writing mistakes, pronoun correction and some small additional info here and there of things which were not thought of/forgotten or even were added/changed in later stories (like the “USS->UNSC” prefix of Stabby, Chalar=/->Sunny etc). As well as some "biggemajor" changes in descriptions and info’s for the same stringency/continuity reason. That can be explained by the story collection being, well a story collection at the start with many standalone-stories just starring the same people, but later on it gets more to a stringent storyline with backstories and throwbacks. (For example Adam Vir has some HEAVY scars over his body, following his bones, which were not really talked about up till half the collection, where it says it covers his whole body and you find out via backflash that he had them the whole time and how he got them, they just weren't mentioned before. However, I would think a doctor would at least see these scars before that, especially since he gets analyzed, treated and goes shirtless/in T-shirts in some stories). So TLDR: Writing and some descriptions are slightly changed, with full OK from the author, since he himself did not bother to correct these things before.

So there it is.
The 3rd Humanity Defiled full length. Almost 10 years after the previous one and 12 years after the debut album.
In between there’s been an EP and a split (Déhà/Humanity Defiled). That last one was released in 2021.
This one will release on the 31st of May.
I'm sending out bandcamp links for private listening sessions for zines, sites, blogs, podcasts, reviewers,... If you're interested, contact me through the options below.
Getting to this point has not been easy. Most of the time I lacked the energy and motivation to start recording. But in a world burning with new conflicts and death, the inspiration blossoms. During a good part of 2023 and 2024, 8 new songs were recorded.
There are no fillers on this album. No interludes, covers, tiring heaps of samples or ambient pieces. You get 35 minutes of death metal in a variety of styles and tempos.
The lyrical themes on this record are obvious. Or maybe not?
Meanwhile, it has become a habit to include the instrumental versions of the songs on almost every release. This is also the case for this one. So, you get almost 70 minutes of music, available for Name Your Price at bandcamp or streaming on all major platforms.
The recording of Deficient Breed was, again, a completely DIY affair. There was no label, studio, producer,... involved. All instruments, programming, lyrics (except 1), vocals, mixing and mastering were done by me, at my home.
More info about the line-up, artwork, lyrics: https://www.metal-archives.com/albums/Humanity_Defiled/Deficient_Breed/1237315
E-mail me: [xiweinx@gmail.com](mailto:xiweinx@gmail.com)
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Thanks.
Iwein/Humanity Defiled
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I had this, when I privately viewed someone’s profile on TikTok they somehow visited my profile after, weird. Is this some glitch?

I had this, when I privately viewed someone’s profile on TikTok they somehow visited my profile after, weird. Is this some glitch?

I have a confession....
I have listened to Born to Die since it came out. I even found the Born to Die clip on Youtube when it had less than 20k views and couldn't stop listening to it. At the time, it wasn't the type of music I was used to, but I was hooked to the all album.
When UV came out, I started by "West Coast" and it wasn't my type of music at all.... And idk why, I just never listened to any newer music from Lana until 2023 (you can judge me for it that's ok). I still replayed the album Born to Die from time to time! And it was SUCH A MISTAKE ON MY PART to stop there. I feel like a stubborn old lady but I promise I'm not lol
Fast forward to last year and I randomly decide to see what Lana has been up to since Born to Die days.... I forced myself to go through the albums. So after years and years lost, I finally listened to all her albums:
Born to Die again : still love it ! A classic. But after finding the rest of her albums, it's currently the one I listen to the least
Paradise : Haven't really listened to it yet so I guess I still have work. I already know a few songs though (Ride and Cola)
UV: it grew a lot on me, exept West Coast... I'm sorry I know it's a beloved song... Not sure why I don't like it. Old Money is one of my favorite now, Brooklyn Baby is a little gem for me, special mention to Fucked My Way Up to the Top. What a beautiful album ! What a mistake I made stopping at one song !
Honeymoon : I wasn't into it at all at first, but it's growing on me. I completely understand why people say it's like a movie soundtrack. God Knows I Tried is probably my favorite from this album
Lust for Life : It's weird but it's probably the only album where I skip the featurings. But the other songs are almost my current obsessions (Love, Cherry, In My Feelings, Coachella, Heroin)
NRF! : It is thanks to this album that I told myself "Why did I never try harder to listen to her"? Such a great album!! Hope is a dangerous thing is my favorite from this one, but I can listen to it without a skip (well I do skip Bartender I must admit)
Chemtrails Over The Country Club & Blue Banisters : well, damn. No skips for me, excepts maybe Dealer because I have to be in a mood for it lol.
Ocean Blvd: Love it! Not sure if it's just me, it feel like the least cohesive album of all of them ? Don't get me wrong, I love most of the songs (special mention to Taco Truck x VB, A&W, Grandfather please stand..., Kintsungi)
Anyway I apologize for the grammar as English isn't my first language. I would like to know if that ever happened to you and if you can relate to this, maybe it happened to you for another artist!
It has definitly taught me to open myself more to newer artists and go back to listen to full albums instead of stopping at the singles!

Vol. 1: Monodrone – Forbidden Fruit Vol. 2: Oblique Occasions – Anathema Vol. 3: modest by default – Permaculture (组织胜过时间) Vol. 4: slowerpace 音楽 – Barbershop Simulator™
This is the fifth post in my series cataloguing the samples used in popular Barber Beats albums. This week I'm covering Macroblank's 2021 肉と魂 (flesh and soul) EP. Macroblank is one of the biggest names in the genre, with view counts in the millions on their YouTube uploads. Out of all the artists that I've covered in this series, Macroblank has been far and away the most transparent when it comes to crediting sample sources. Many of their YouTube uploads include a pastebin link with a complete list of tracks sampled on the album.
The flesh and soul EP, however, is not currently uploaded to Macroblank's own channel, but has rather been uploaded by a different user, meaning the sample credits have been lost. Here is the complete list of sources used on each track of the EP:
TRACK 1: もう嘘はない /// Vanilla – Summer Night
TRACK 2: 昼食に出る /// The Man Behind C. – Aimless Memories (More Time for Less Mix)
TRACK 3: 不運 /// Phlocalyst – Different World
TRACK 4: 私は幽霊を見た /// El Jazzy Chavo – Bajo La Luna Roja
TRACK 5: 雨の夜 /// Phlocalyst – Parapluie
TRACK 6: 寒い通り /// KOE the Flavekid – 7th Line
TRACK 7: ステレオカルチャー /// AK 420 – It Depends
TRACK 8: 悪い意図 /// Erik Jackson – On The AM (Original Mix)
TRACK 9: 遺失物 /// Monodeluxe – Forever Lasting
TRACK 10: フクロウの目 /// Devaloop – Nino Senja (Instrumental)
TRACK 11: 山の向こう側の叫び声 /// Kabanjak – Albion
TRACK 12: ニューエイジ /// Deeb – Swiss
In the next post I'll be covering a classic by Haircuts for Men. This week again I've uploaded a playlist onto YouTube with all the samples used on this EP. As always, let me know if you have any suggestions for this series going forward.

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So, if you’re just joining us, I work at a haunted zoo now. Since I’ve gotten some rest, it feels like I’ve got my head on straight, at least, so I’d like to continue where I left off.
I sat on the floor in the office after meeting the ghost until I’d settled my rattled mind (and realized I’d forgotten to ask her name, how rude is that?). I took a deep breath and got up off the floor. Walking over and falling into the rolling chair in front of the large screen of camera views, when I brought up the camera that covered the area in which I’d spotted her, she was still there, and it seemed she hadn’t moved an inch.
Sitting there, at a loss, I continued to watch her. The ghost hung around for another five minutes or so, appearing to look at a few things off-screen, though I’m not sure what. Then she walked off into the forest and left the view of the cameras. I wasn’t sure if she vanished into the ether or if she’d gone looking into the trees to look for something.
But that wasn’t the end of the job interview, so let me jump back there. It continued into what kind of animals the zoo had, with Andrew asking me how much experience I had with dangerous animals.
I took a moment to consider the question. “So, ah…I’ve been going hunting and fishing with a neighbor since I was sixteen,” I told him. “We always have to keep an eye out for gators, bears, and hogs. Then there’s snakes, of course…snapping turtles… Since I’ve lived here my whole life and been aiming for a job with wildlife for a long time, I know a lot about the animals in Arkansas in general. But good advice for all of the above is avoid them, so I’ve had encounters, but I don’t know if you’d say I have experience with them.”
“That’s fine,” Andrew said, nodding. “That’s an answer I’m satisfied with. Now, the ghost was the appetizer, Ripley; here’s the main course. To start with, the pay isn’t twenty-five an hour. It’s fifty.”
Staring in shock for a moment, I asked, “Are you serious?”
“Yeah. But that’d be weird to post online considering what applicants think we need, so I halved it.”
“That’s… Okay, why?”
“The animals are already here. You just can’t see them.”
I stared at him for a long moment, some disbelief worming its way into my expression, before saying, “Sorry, what?”
“There’s a chance you’d naturally never see them, or at least some of them,” he continued casually. “It depends on both your genetics and how long you stay on the job. I can naturally see six of them, but that’s it. Suzanne can see all of them, and more. Some are what people would label demons or ghosts. Or magic. Mostly you’d call them cryptids. The ghost was just a warm-up; I mentioned her first because it never takes more than a week to see her if you work the night shift. If you manage to handle her okay, soon you’ll be able to see the animals too. The more time you spend on the grounds, for weird reasons,” he said, wiggling his fingers in the direction of the back door, “the more you’ll be able to see.”
“So, this…this is a zoo for cryptids,” I echoed slowly. He nodded once, waiting to find out what kind of reaction I would have. I gestured vaguely around the room. “If this is a hidden camera show, will you cut me a check for showing up and participating?”
Andrew coughed out a chuckle and shook his head. “No joke. There are a ton of stories out there that have been written to death, pulverized until they’re not the Grimm stories of old and instead they’re Disney films. A lot of those stories come from what some humans have seen. There are dozens of other worlds pressed up against ours, and occasionally things come through by accident. If they’re smart, they’ll lay low and then make their way back when they can. If not, they become local folklore until someone helps them back. I’m just from London, but Suzanne is from somewhere else. She hires people like us for this zoo. Humans.”
Sighing, I shook my head. “That makes no sense. Why would she hire a muggle for a magic zoo?”
Andrew burst out laughing at that, and then waited to gather himself before he continued. “Fair point, but this is less about magic and more about animals, and you’re missing some information that will explain it. First of all, if I misjudge an employee, and they think they can make bank by outing the endangered and valuable animals we have, it’s easy to relocate the zoo.”
“Because magic?” I asked.
“Exactly,” he replied, ignoring the thread of skepticism in my tone. “That means it isn’t the end of the world if that happened, though it is a pain in the arse. But second…let me ask you a question. Speaking of reality shows, say the Discovery Channel put out a call to replace Steve Irwin when he passed. Imagine they had a line out the door,” he said with a gesture, “of people who thought they had the skill and natural talent to replace him, to take on everything he’d been doing his whole life. How many do you reckon would lose an arm, a leg, or their life, by the end of the day?”
My lips parted in surprise and I narrowed my eyes at him. “You’re saying people from…wherever…they’re just as dumb as humans, but they’re worse, because they actually think they can handle these things.”
Andrew pointed the pen at me. “Things. Exactly. You called them things. Suzanne and her friends grew up with them and would call them animals. These animals have dispositions and temperaments that we’ve studied for as long as there have been scientists. Where Suzanne’s from, they know the weaknesses of these animals, and also they’re in enclosures here, even if you and I can’t see the walls because they’re invisible things called ‘wards’. If I hire someone who’s got magic on top of all that, they’ll have almost no instinctive fear.
“Everything here is nocturnal, and every one of them is a hunter. Some of these things? Humans see them and they pass out. Not that I want you passing out, but I need someone who is scared of these things, who knows to stay out of the enclosures no matter what. Not someone who thinks they can train them to do tricks, who gets close enough for them to grab a mouthful of hair and drown them. Once, we had a night shift manager injured, and once killed, because they didn’t take these animals seriously enough.”
Thinking back to the Sea World orca incident I knew he’d been referencing, I remembered wondering how someone at that level of her profession could be so careless as I watched the video on YouTube. It made sense when he explained it like that. I hesitated before mentally throwing my hands up and going all in. “So, why put this place here, then? If they’re endangered and also dangerous, why have a zoo at all instead of just a small reserve?”
He pursed his lips, looking disappointed in me. “Ripley. You know that already. You already said as much.”
Thinking back through our conversation, I said, “The rich humans who pay top dollar to see supernatural animals.”
“Not humans,” he told me. “But people, yes, and they are rich, and they’re making donations and spending their money on a ticket here because everything we have is endangered.”
“So…”
I just let my voice trail off and my mind started to drift. Andrew remained silent, letting me do so. There’s that thing people say, ‘I believe that you believe it,’ which is just a kinder way of saying, ‘Bullshit.’ Parents say it about closet monsters. Psychologists say it to people who say they’ve been abducted and probed by aliens. I wanted to say it to Andrew.
But I also wanted a job. If it meant working overnight at an empty zoo, that was fine. When it came down to it, especially when I took the tone of our conversation into account, this was a zoo specifically focused on preserving endangered ‘animals’, and it was allegedly doing important work. Also, if this turned out to be the real deal and I started seeing the animals, I would deal with it, just like I would deal with an enclosure that had a lion or tiger or gorilla. If it came with a ghost and invisible creatures, I really didn’t see what the difference was, if I couldn’t go in the enclosures either way.
On that note, I’d like you to imagine a kid who looks at a roller coaster, watching everyone screaming and grinning as they go up and down and all around and they’re like, ‘Heck, I could do that! That looks like a blast!’
Then they get on, the first drop hits, and they realize they’ve made a terrible mistake.
“All right,” I sighed. “I can’t say I’m going to turn down a job just because it’s going to be scary. Especially not one with this paycheck.”
Andrew smiled. “Awesome. There’s an adjustment process for anyone working here, similar to a dog that gets adopted, actually. I know the general guidelines of, ‘three days, three weeks, three months’ in terms of milestones, until they finally feel they’re where they’re supposed to be,” he told me, “and you can think of your time here along those lines. I really think you’re a great fit, and once you reach the milestone of working here for three months, I’ll officially consider you our new night shift guard. And I hope you’ll stay with us for many years.”
I nodded and smiled at the flattery of an employer wanting me to work a great job for them for a long time. I’d never had a dog, but those milestones were well-known among anyone who knew animals, especially dogs. The first three days, the dog is getting to know its new digs, exploring, and decompressing. At three weeks, they’ve gotten used to their environment and are starting to get comfortable with their surroundings and the routines of the humans they live with. By three months, they know the rules and follow them, they trust you, and they feel they are where they’re meant to be. I could only hope to be so lucky.
I saw the ghost two days ago and she has yet to make another appearance (for those who are curious, I asked, and her name is Leila), and I still hadn’t seen any animals. I did hear one, though, I feel compelled to note. A growling roar sounded from the lake on occasion, echoing across the vast zoo, sending a shiver down my spine. Whatever that animal was, it sounded gigantic.
Andrew said there was apparently a group that wanted to visit for a birthday and they were offering a huge donation, so he let me know they were making an exception and that this group would be walking through the park that night. That meant I’d be watching people watching animals that, as far as I could tell, weren’t there.
It was anticlimactic. Even the three people who came for the tour just looked like people, not like aliens or something eldritch from another dimension, and I stayed in the security office the whole time. Andrew was the one giving the tour. I watched them spend about five minutes at each enclosure, the hour or so that they were there passing without incident. It was clear that they were able to see all the animals, though, since they motioned excitedly at each enclosure and spoke to Andrew, who presumably answered any questions they had.
If they could see the animals, that was that. There was still that niggle in the back of my head, from my twenty-three years of life never encountering anything like ghosts or cryptids, telling me that this was ridiculous. Waiting for someone to knock on the door, a camera mounted on their shoulder, to tell me that it was a big joke and they wanted to see how long I’d play along. But from all I saw, this was a real place with real, invisible animals.
I do carry a taser and pepper spray in my capacity as a security guard. Though it isn’t for the animals, since they’re in the enclosures; they’re actually for the rare instance of a break-in. Andrew mentioned that it had happened several times it the past, someone trying to steal an animal in the hopes of selling it on the black market. They’d been successful before, but apparently my predecessor Roger was good at his job, and mostly they left in handcuffs.
I’ll be honest, I’m not a huge fan of confrontation, but my job was to call Andrew and then confront the person, not kick their ass. That’s what the police were for, or rather, the people Andrew would call in lieu of police in certain situations.
Fifty bucks an hour. That’s the key here.
Andrew hadn’t set up direct deposit, since he was sticking with a strategy of waiting to see if I’d continue to work there once I found out myself dealing with the animals (I’ve decided I am going to just call them animals). Instead, I got an old-fashioned check after my shift every Friday. The number on the first check was delightful. I went out that evening and had a big dinner at the local diner, order my most expensive favorites on the menu and a big slice of pie for dessert.
When it came to the paychecks in general, though, I had this weird feeling of not wanting to tell my dad and brother about the fact that it was actually $50/hr. I previously mentioned that my dad, his name’s Nathan if you’re curious, works at a local grocery store. Our town has a couple food franchises, but I think its size is just short of whatever threshold Walmart uses to decide where to open. He earns $14/hr. and that’s after the tiny raises he’s gotten over the past thirteen years.
That’s not to say he’d feel bad about not making as much as me. On the contrary, he would be ecstatic for me and really proud. But, like me, he’d be suspicious. That hourly rate was the biggest hint that this was more than just a private zoo for cryptids. And as soon as that fat check cleared without problems, my dad wouldn’t be satisfied with reassurances; he’d want to come visit the zoo and look around.
I’d told him it’s a private preservation with scheduled (expensive) visits only and that it had only eleven animals, so he’d been appeased by me brushing off the idea of a visit. Also, I took a few photos of my workplace; one of the security room, one of me sitting in my chair, one photo of the many screens I watched, and a selfie where I was feigning sleep out of boredom, slouched in my chair with my mouth open in a faux snore. That let him feel like he knew where I was and what I was doing, and that I was safe.
But if I told him I was making double what he thought, my father would practically order me to quit. No job was worth my safety, he’d tell me. I was quite of the opposite opinion, however, considering how crucial any and all conservation efforts were these days. Especially with the steep extinction levels due to humans competing with other animals for space, not to mention climate change. Working in any job that helped preserve species and keep ecosystems in balance, or put them back in balance, was so important.
Then again, my father would also point out something I had realized right away: the fact was that I was working with endangered species that were not from Earth. I wasn’t helping my planet. To be honest, though…that didn’t matter to me. Especially after that talk with Andrew about why he hired a human for this job, I figured whichever dimension these animals came from had the equivalent of us, razing forests to the ground, clouding the planet with pollution, and leaving the animals with no avenue of recourse when yet more land was taken from them.
I really do hope to keep working here for a long time, though, and not just because of the money. I can’t help it; I want to know what these things were, and I want to work with them, to do the job of a zookeeper. The same way you go up to the chain-link fence to get close to a carnivore on the other side who thinks you’d make a nice afternoon snack. You just want to be closer to them, to experience that incredible, daunting feeling of being in their presence.
Unsurprisingly, it wasn’t long before I got what I wanted.
The day after we had the tour go through, I was doing my sweep when I saw the ghost again. She was sitting on a small boulder in the same area I’d seen her the first time, looking identical, blood covering the front of her slashed shirt, the wounds visible underneath. I stopped and stood there for a moment before I decided to raise my hand in a small wave.
The young woman cocked her head at me and raised a hand in the air in an imitation of my gesture, her expression showing a bit of curiosity.
She was low-key, seemingly not concerned with my presence, looking at me as a novel phenomenon in her world. I wondered what that world consisted of. Was she always here, sometimes visible and sometimes not? Or did she have another world next to ours, in the ether, where she left everything in this world behind and floated in her disembodied form? Did she still feel emotions? Was that really curiosity on her face, or was I projecting? Did she feel happiness? Fear? Did she have the option of moving on, or was she stuck here?
Many questions that I might never get the answers to. And that was assuming Andrew knew the answers, since I’d never met Suzanne Cooper and he hadn’t even mentioned that possibility. This place was clearly her baby, but I’m sure running it was a lot of work. Plus, if she was rich enough to own it, she was rich enough to have other businesses and charities to run.
When it comes to the enclosures, they’re all wrapped by a barrier of some kind, though never one that seems adequate. There was not a single place with the ugly metal weavings of a chain-link fence, and no stretches of circular razor wire. Instead, there are nice fences. Black iron, or wrought steel fencing in a similar style to the one circling the perimeter of the zoo, just shorter and with different patterns. Or a spaced picket fence, the wood stained in some tone of brown, or a split two-rail fence. As if to say, ‘This is the border of your enclosure, but we’re just letting you know out of courtesy.’
When I started to pass enclosure number seven last night, a young woman’s voice spoke, “Hello.”
I startled, unaware that I hadn’t been alone. “Oh. Hi,” I said, staring at her standing a few yards in.
She had been next to a large tree and I hadn’t seen her. This enclosure was behind a picket fence, and she walked through the large area of wild grasses and flowers that stretched across the other side of the fence. There were fewer tall grasses closer to the fence, which I guessed was because it had been tromped down by her regular pacing along it when there were visitors, or if she wanted to see the various enclosures of the zoo. Her sudden appearance was a bit weird, considering I had been expecting to see a cryptid and instead I was looking at, it seemed, an attractive Asian woman.
She wore a black kimono, the soft silk robe draped gently over her body, with beautiful patterns of cherry blossoms, more so over her left side, and red and blue birds with their wings spread. A sash wrapped around her abdomen, she wore socks and sandals on her feet, and her hair was up in those rolls that gave volume to the style.
I was no expert on any fashion, much less that of another country, so I just assumed it was all traditional Japanese clothing. Most likely, the visitors who came liked to see a certain time-honored style and that’s what she stuck with. Or maybe she played on stereotypes. That would be amusing.
“I’m Yui. It’s nice to meet you,” she spoke, arriving at the border of the fence and holding out a hand for me to shake.
I’d been standing about three yards away from her, and I’ll be honest, muscle memory tried to kick in. But I only made it two steps, my hand starting to rise, before I froze, the hand falling limply at my side. “Nice to meet you, too,” I answered, my voice quiet.
Damn. I wonder how many times that honey trap works back where she comes from.
The pleasant look on her face faded, and she lowered her hand. “You won’t shake hands with me? Isn’t that rude?”
“I mean, I kind of like my hand where it is. You know, attached to me.”
Her demure smile widened into something more amused. “I would never do something so revolting.”
Looking her up and down, as if more visual information would give me more knowledge of what she was, I asked her, “What would you do?”
“I would be less wasteful,” she said softly.
A finger of ice trailed down my spine, and I had the sudden image in my head of her grabbing my outstretched hand in an iron grip and yanking me over the fence, leaving me to sprawl on the ground. Then killing and consuming me efficiently, without a single careless step, the same way humans slaughtered pigs, using everything from the hog but the squeal. I was struck with a shiver at the idea of her consuming everything from me but my screams.
Slowly, I took one step further down the path, then another. Just as I got to a walking pace, though, I realized the woman had started walking too, in the same direction. I’d have eventually gotten to the end of her enclosure and keep going, leaving her behind, but she spoke up. “Are you leaving?”
I came to a stop, meeting her gaze again. “My job is to walk the zoo every hour. Then I’ll get back to the security room and stay there until my next walk.”
“Have you met the others yet?”
I hesitated before saying, “Just Leila.”
She blinked languidly. “That means nobody welcomed you here.”
“Andrew did.”
She didn’t reply to that. Instead, she slowly started to lean forward, and I flinched backward a few steps further as I saw insect legs start curling out from her back.
No. Not insect. Arachnid.
The eight legs ended in small ‘paws’ with tiny claws, a layer of hairs covering the leg from top to bottom, like any typical tarantula. I took two more slow steps back and my mouth went dry as the jointed legs just kept lengthening, until they were large enough to lever her off the ground.
My gaze had been on the spider legs, but my heart skipped a beat as I realized her human legs had melded together and turned into a bulging abdomen. Her skin was shifting to a carapace, eventually all the way up to her shoulders and down her arms, her fingers elongating and her nails stretching to claws. From there down, her body was that of a pale tarantula with pedipalps the size of my arms and piercing fangs in her jaws that looked like they could take my head off.
There was a moment, my vision blurring, where I was worried that I might piss myself. The part of my brain that still had its humor intact in that moment told me that I should keep an emergency set of clothes in my car, or at the very least, start wearing Depends to work.
“I show you my true form,” she said softly, her voice now raspy like an eighty-year-old after a lifelong smoking habit. “Welcome to Suzanne Cooper’s zoo. The night shift guard for many years was Roger, before he retired and the zoo moved, and I miss him dearly. What should I call you?”
I choked on my words. There was no way my throat was going to cooperate enough for me to clearly get a sentence out. Instead, I realized my legs had taken control of the situation themselves, unsatisfied with my conscious brain’s decision to stand and stare, taking steps backward. I backed up a yard, then five yards, then ten.
My mind focused on the fact that spiders don’t waste anything, and pictured my demise. I’d be wrapped in a cocoon, killed, and made nice and mushy before she had me for dinner.
The whole time, my brain was a frenzied mess, my pupils were probably the size of dimes, and I was staring at that tiny, pathetic fence between her and me. There was so much adrenaline pumping through my body that I felt like my bones were vibrating. The fence was, to my eyes, the only thing between us. The only thing keeping her from tackling and killing me. My only hope was that she’d do it quickly.
But she didn’t move. As I absorbed her innocent, polite words, the look on her face was calm, and I wondered if this was typically the way a conversation went before she devoured her prey. I wondered how many people she’d eaten. Not humans, not people from Earth, but the ones from where she came from. The fact that she doesn’t scare the shit out of those people means they’re staggeringly dumber than humans.
Finally, I rounded a corner, both relieved at having her out of my sight and worried that she would take that moment to come find me. When she’d been within eyeshot, I had at least known where she was and could run in the other direction. But I didn’t hear the sound of faint footsteps moving rapidly toward me. All was quiet, in that deep, smothering way that only an empty business in the middle of the night in small town America could be.
My hands trembling, I barely paid attention to anything but the confirmation that my surroundings were free of the colossal spider as I finally got back to the door. Grabbing the handle and letting my eyes dart around for about ten seconds and my ears prick for the slightest sound, I finally swiped my key card across the pad and went inside, shutting the door behind me and engaging the backup deadbolt.
Maybe that was why they had decided on keycards. If I was running from something and panicking, using an actual key or inserting the card like at a hotel would keep me from getting to safety considering my hands were shaking enough to mix a margarita.
Walking over to my chair, I fell into it, letting my body flush itself of terror as I looked up at the cameras. There she was, still in arachnid form, exactly where I’d left her behind that rinky-dink fence, casually looking around and slowly pacing back and forth. I stared at her as my racing heart gradually slowed, and a minute or so later she turned on her eight legs and walked back into the trees.
Whatever invisible fences the enclosures have apparently work, which is nice, because I wasn’t keen on getting killed by one of the creatures here. And that’s what brings me here, spilling out everything that’s happened so far. Because nearly passing out from terror isn’t something I wanted to deal with at work, obviously, but I keep going over what she did in my head again and again, and I feel like I reacted like a child who spotted a wolf spider on their bed. I started to worry for my overactive sense of self-preservation, at least in my capacity as an employee here.
The spider didn’t even try to hurt me, and so I was feeling a bit foolish. Even annoyed, actually, at the fact that I’d freaked out so hard and took off instead of trying to engage in at least basic conversation. I got the sense that she wasn’t at human-level intelligence, but I was never going to be able to hold any level of conversation with an alligator.
Sure, she did mention that she wouldn’t be so crass as to yank off my hand because she’d rather just have my entire corpse, but wouldn’t a wolf do the same if it was hungry? Wouldn’t any carnivore? Actually, they probably would’ve been satisfied with one of my hands. The fear here was from the fact that she turned into a giant spider. If she’d turned into Clifford, I would’ve reacted the same way, if not better than, meeting Leila.
With that, I decided I’m staying on the job. Considering how frustrated I can get with foolish people, it’s a bit hypocritical, and I’m being a bit of an idiot. But…there are definitely wards keeping them in their enclosures. Also, I signed up for creatures for another dimension, whether or not I believed in them at the time, and I will not let encountering my first one in an objectively boring way be the reason I quit.
The money is a factor, I’ll grant you. Of course it is. And I can’t spend it if I’m dead, but all signs point to surviving as long as I don’t do anything dumb. Also, yes, I’ll admit there’s a not-so-little voice in the back of my head that’s desperate to know what else is here. I never thought I’d do something like this, but finding out these things are real, I honestly do want to learn more about them.
Still, though, I decided to call Andrew at the end of my shift to ask if the pepper spray and taser I carried worked on a certain spider, as well as the other animals I’d yet to meet.
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(Only Europe, Please) - short note - If you're not into reading or receiving long messages,don't read any further + Please If you don't want to read everything because of my post being too long for you & instead of reading It all - ..skip some parts - find another person to talk to.Let's respect each other and our free time. All people criticizing/making fun of me & other people - will be blocked.Pretty much as people questioning my post and giving me unsolicited advice.I'm not here for any conflicts and I know I can't please everyone - I know I never will.. However It's me who should feel comfortable in my new potential friendship & obviously someone who wants to be my friend - not the whole world.. which is why I don't need any advice from people who don't even want to be a part of my life. The amount of rude people on Reddit always criticizing others and making fun of them is unbelievably high but let me tell you something - NEVER let anyone make choices for you and criticize you only because you're different! Always fight for your dreams and never let anyone make you think you're worthless! It's your life and you're the one deciding what's best for you - If you want to judge me despite not even wanting to talk to me or give me advice better block me! I'm an adult woman and I make all decisions on my own.I'm not trying to "fit in" and be like everyone else - just to get more attention.Accept me for who I am or let go - is my motto.
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Hello guys! 🙂 (read everything before you decide to send me a message) Please send me a message ONLY If you're in the same situation and If your expectations are the same as mine.I want to find like minded people from Europe (Why Europe? Read my post to find out) I'm looking for something permanent (remember - you can feel lonely even If you're surrounded by others - If there's no emotional bond) I'm fed up of meeting people who never make time for me & only text me once or twice a week to ask me "what are you up to?" Out of boredom.I don't want to meet people asking others a million of questions like "what's your favorite movie?" Just to give them one word answer and ask them another question "and music? Your favorite song?" I'm looking for something "deeper" & different 🙂
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What kind of friend would I like to find? Someone to talk to on a daily basis - Someone who needs It & wants It just as much as me
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What are my expectations? I would like to meet someone in a similar situation – why? Because I honestly feel like only a person with the same expectations and a similar outlook on life would get along with me & because I feel more comfortable talking to people like me..Friendless people who need a strong bond - people without friends and partners.. Don't get me wrong…Most people deserve to be happy and It's good to have friends but people who have friends or families in real life are usually more focused on them (which is completely understandable) & have less time for others + I simply don't want to be replaced by anyone..I kind of envy people who can call others , true friends given I don't have an emotional bond with any of my acquaintances. Please send me a message only If you're not In a relationship and don't have friends for the same reasons I've already mentioned before
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Whenever I hear that others have friends I simply get sad because (believe it or not) If I had to choose between 20 people to talk to (acquaintances) and one special person - I'd choose that one special person without any hesitation .
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I also want to talk to others every day because..I want to see someone’s effort & be someone's first choice - not another person to have random conversations with..some people ask me "Why do you want to talk to people from Europe?" Well..Because I would like to see someone I'd get along with - In the far future - face to face :) + I don't want to wait any longer than 6 hours to receive a message - waiting 6 hours to receive a message is more than enough
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I'm by no means criticizing people who don't want to talk to others often / People who really are super busy & People who want to find someone to have unimportant conversations with - I'm aware that not everyone has the same expectations which is why everything you're reading now - is here for a reason :) All I'm suggesting is - I don't want anything temporary and I don't want to be the one always giving more than receiving.Listen people - I used to ignore being..ignored by others..always being just an option to talk to during tough times or moments of boredom.I was too young to realize that I was never important enough for most people that were a part of my life. I don't know who needs to hear this but..No one is too busy to make time for you! People make excuses to avoid others because they prioritize everything and (maybe) everyone..over them. It's true that most people are busy - but It takes only a few seconds to start a conversation (If you're into short messages) and a few minutes (1-10/15) to type a long message . Don't let anyone lie to you.
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Truth is that most people either don't like you enough to make time for you or just simply - feel no need to talk to others often but are they too busy? No..You don't need to send me a message just to ask me and tell me "Do you really want to talk every day? I like long messages but I can't promise to contact you often" If you really are unsure please don't send me a message.I don't need more acquaintances aka people to talk to - occasionally.
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I'm not trying to sound rude but conversations once or twice a week wouldn't be enough for me and I don't need them... Let me tell you one thing – A true friend would never just give up on you for no reason :) It’s always possible to find someone to have a random conversation with – someone willing to send you one message once or twice a week..but..It’s almost impossible to find people willing to make more time for you.
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I’m not asking a busy person to make time for me by changing some plans! Absolutely not! I’m here to find someone who wants to talk daily (throughout the day or maybe even night) of one’s own will.Someone looking for the same kind of connection.Strong friendships are based on mutual support. One of the best things you can do for a friend in need, is just to be there for them when they want to talk.I often see posts from people who always say how friendless they are because they don't feel loved or appreciated by their "friends" remember! A true friend - someone who truly likes you or someone who wants to get to know you - will always find time for you.
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I'm not interested in small talk/short messages - I love long and meaningful conversations. It's so easy to find someone who loves abbreviations and questions like "How are you?" How was your day? Or what are you interested in? But so hard/almost impossible to find a person who knows how to keep a conversation going & show others some effort.Building and maintaining friendships takes time and effort.Never allow pursuits or possessions to become bigger priorities than your relations with other people.Close friendships are so important to us because they are so difficult to form + Having friends can help you feel as if you belong to something that brings purpose and connection to your life
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• I do NOT respond to any „Hey,hmu” or „u want to talk?” type of messages (super short messages or messages full of abbreviations – I literally can’t stand abbreviations and acronyms in text messages) ALL messages full of abbreviations will immediately be ignored.I also don't like it when people ignore everything I say in private messages just to focus on a random question or? When they start talking only about themselves and don't ever ask me anything. I love conversations with people referring to everything I say...I want everything I say and do - to be reciprocated
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• No NSFW profiles (checking mental health subreddits NOT included as I'm a huge empath and always try to understand others) - Please! I'm not looking for anyone to flirt with and I'm not looking for a partner either. I always check people's profiles (even comment history) - To avoid guys, trying to get inappropriate pictures from adult women or? flirt with them + I don't want to see you with no clothes on so If you're on Reddit only because you want others to see what's underneath your clothes - I'm not for you! I just simply don't want to see any s e x related activity on your profile If you want to talk to me.
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• If both of us (you and I) are from the same country (I live in a non-English speaking country) - I want to communicate with you in our first language! No - Not because I don't understand English - because as you see - I do. Why then? English is simply overrated and people don't appreciate other languages as much as they should. So.. If we're from the same country and you want to talk only in English (which is quite common on reddit) - Talk to someone else. I just don't want to talk to a person from the same country as mine - in a foreign language as It's just something I don't understand even If all you want is to improve your language skills
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• Please only adult people 18-36 (age range) It doesn't matter to me If you're younger or older than me (as long as you're not underage) So.. don't worry! I just want to have discussions with emotionally mature people :)
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• I don’t respond to messages I don’t find interesting even If they're long - If after receiving and reading your message I don't feel comfortable or think "I wouldn't get along with him/her" I simply do not respond (what I’m suggesting is that I don’t always respond to someone’s first or second message because..sometimes you just know If you’d get along with someone or not- I’d never ignore anyone after days or weeks of daily conversations though) just because I don’t want to do anything forcefully & because I don’t want to lead anyone on. I read all messages but I definitely don't respond to all of them! I want to make it clear because I don't want to be accused of not responding and not reading people's messages! - Some people don't message me back as well and even If It's a bit disappointing I'm ok with that! - as long as there's no emotional bond - Not responding to someone's first or second message Is completely OK! If people think they wouldn't get along with a stranger - is there a reason to start a conversation? I don't think so. I can't stand being ignored after days or weeks of daily conversations and seeing people changing priorities over time.. but that's something different - something I don't want to go through ever again for real. If I'm really interested in someone's message it's impossible to hear from me "I'm too busy" because I know myself and If I had no time for others - I wouldn't be here. I don't want to pretend someone I'm not and always try to find some cheap excuses to avoid others. (unlike most people who don't want to talk to others)
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• Don’t ask me “Can you tell me something about yourself?” If you really want to get to know me - you can ask me questions :) I'm an open book.
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• It would be better If you guys were into emojis - like me - to describe your emotions In text messages. Two emojis - 🙂 and 🙁 are completely enough! I just don't like emotionless conversations.I also don't like it when people say "yeah" or yea"as it sounds dismissively. First impression Is everything to me! I want to see your kindness even in a text message - Emojis are very helpful to express your emotions.I don't want to meet people who say "crying Is a weakness" - It's OK to cry even If you're a guy!
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• I want to talk on reddit first (just to make sure If I'd get along with you) before moving to Discord or some other app
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• I would rather talk to a homebody - not another person who always has something to do as people who are very busy don't even have time for daily conversations
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• If you're another person interested only in "childish conversations" such as "HEYOOO! I'M BORED! Ya like Pizza or cheese? xDDDD 🤣" I'm begging you! Don't send me a message.I'm not a child anymore and such messages don't make me smile or laugh.I'm looking for someone interested In serious discussions - not another person just seeking some entertainment out of boredom . Conversations with sarcastic undertones (even when It comes to some emojis such as 🤣😂) are not for me. Your typing style matters to me! Why? when It comes to online conversations with someone new - It's not always possible to know If someone Is laughing at you.. or with you. Let me tell you something else! Jokes about cancer, disabilities and death are UNACCEPTABLE to me. If you find joy In someone else's misfortune you are not a person I want to know.
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• Time response matters to me a lot! I would never ask anyone to be online all day long and I'm NOT asking any of you for any instant messaging as I'm someone who would rather wait an hour or two to receive a proper response instead of some short and pointless messages but I'm interested only in daily conversations and I don't want to wait any longer than 6 hours to get a message from you.I don't need unbelievably long messages either! Messages as long as the second paragraph of my post - are completely enough. If you like longer messages? you can send me a longer message, but If you want to send me one word or one sentence as a response to my post - don't expect a reaction from me. I don't want to come across as rude - I just don't want to waste your time
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• I'm strongly AGAINST picking on people you don't even want to chat with - and making fun of them! I can't stand people who criticize others publicly or make fun of them! (only because they disagree with someone they don't even know) There's no place In my life for someone using Reddit, to hurt other people
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• I'm not into foul language and I definitely don't want to talk to people who swear a lot...
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• I want to meet assertive people who know what they want and always stand up for their friends
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• I want to meet someone willing to call me In the future, someone spontaneously sending me pictures of animals or food, et cetera. I want more than just text conversations.. 🌻
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Why can’t you see any of my hobbies listed down below? Because what really matters to me is..who you are (If you’re honest, talkative ,understanding, caring and trustworthy – for example) just simply – It matters to me what you’re like! not what you like.Don’t get me wrong – you can tell me what your hobbies are but from my point of view - people's hobbies are important - If you want to find a gaming buddy or If you want to meet someone to hang out with in real life and..go bowling for example.What most people seem to care about are other people's passions – I don’t. I get along with other people despite having completely different hobbies but I absolutely don’t get along with people way different than me (different expectations and outlook on life – way different sense of humor or personality traits – It’s just an example) It doesn't make ANY DIFFERENCE to me If you're a gamer or? Someone interested in photography! It doesn't make any difference - > as long as you're talkative and kind and If you also want to find someone willing to stay in your life..for good - But If you're into small talk and all you want is to...type and receive super short messages or If you're here only because you're bored and don't know what to do + If you're a very sarcastic person - I'm definitely not for you! I don't get along with overly sarcastic people turning everything into a joke. Friendships should be natural – not forced. I wouldn't get along with people who laugh at everything.. In my opinion most people are way too sarcastic.. It's quite sad... Sarcasm can also be another form of passive-aggressive behavior.
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People who want to be to friends should feel comfortable and have something in common. No - not necessarily a similar taste in music or movies but something else..Most friendships don't fizzle out because of people not having the same hobbies but..because they just simply have different expectations when It comes to something important.I'm not here out of boredom and trust me - I'm not here to meet as many people as possible.I choose quality over quantity.I highly value myself and my time & Sometimes one person but a person who makes you feel comfortable and understood - is more than enough :) We ALL can choose what kind of people we’d like to talk to and maybe even become really good friends with and I? I don’t want anyone to be disappointed.We all have some expectations after all.I know that people don't have to talk as often as possible in order to become friends but I'm interested only in daily conversations. If you really need someone to talk to due to loneliness and If you have time to talk to me daily (throughout the day and maybe even night) I always make time for others.I'm literally always available.I could even stay up all night long only to talk to someone important to me. I’m ready to commit but only If there’s some chemistry between me and someone else.I don’t do anything forcefully.
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If you want to talk to me tell me your story - tell me why you're here, what kind of friend would you like to meet :) Et cetera.Such messages are way more interesting to me than...someone's long list of hobbies. I know! It's unusual on reddit but I don't make friends based on hobbies..I want to meet someone with the same mindset as mine to finally feel understood and get close to someone new. You can share your problems with me - I absolutely don't mind "complaining" as I've been through a lot in my life.What do people usually tell you when you tell them that something's wrong? "Don't complain" or "Life's not over yet - one day you'll be happy" or "There are worse situations than yours" and..obviously "Find a therapist" Life's not a fairytale and sometimes things don't go as planned.Emotions shouldn't be bottled up.I'm sick of people always telling others "everything's gonna be ok" move on " & more..Trust me people - not everyone wants to hear "Just believe in yourself and everything's gonna be ok" Some people take it as reassurance - but others? They would rather hear something different 🙁Imagine being told that things will be okay, only for them to get worse..Do you guys know why telling someone "everything's gonna be ok" Is wrong? Because you can't see the future.
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You can't guarantee others that one day they'll finally be happy + when It comes to social interactions - We're responsible only for ourselves - not others & as you guys know people let us down quite often (sometimes even when there's no reason) so instead of telling people how they should move on, forget everything and be happy or asking them to find a therapist - be there for them! Always be willing to listen to them If you really like them or want to get to know them & don't suggest everyone in a tough situation to find a therapist because even the best therapist won't ever replace a true friend + It's quite normal to be disappointed If people always do something to hurt you. Sharing your hardships with other people in a very similar situation or exactly the same one - is VERY helpful If the other person understands you & wants to start all over by just letting it all out! Feeling emotional support instead of always hearing some "positive quotes" or someone saying "Stop complaining let's talk about something else - Is very important! "Everyone needs a shoulder to cry on. I appreciate sensitive people who always try to understand others. If after hearing a sad story all you want to say is "forget the past and move on" you're not for me. It's important to be a good listener and provide emotional support to others
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Please - If you're a completely different person than the described type of person I'm looking for (If you love abbreviations,If you don't need a stable friendship, If you're sarcastic and quiet) or If you simply disagree with my post - don't force yourself to send me a message.I want my new potential friendship to be natural which is why I want you to contact me only If your needs are the same - I don't want you to pretend someone you're not - only to please me - Pretending to be someone you're not - is the worst.I want to finally be happy again & find someone "always" wanting to talk - sending me random pictures throughout the day - food pictures or pictures of some animals. What is the most important to me? I want to find people who value online friendships as much as they would value real life ones as there's another human being on the other side
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I know It's possible to meet people with exactly the same expectations as mine but It's just not easy because most people are Interested In temporary and entertaining conversations. People like me are just "different" I really want to finally find someone who loves emojis as much as I do.. someone who loves sweet, warm and serious discussions at the same time. Emojis really do - change conversations 😊

Hi all. So this might be a bit of a controversial topic and I’m not here to push my views on anything to anyone, I’m simply looking for advice.
I’m female, 26 years old and I moved to Cyprus a couple years ago. I used to live in the UK and the “rules” surrounding hysterectomy’s or getting your tubes tied there were STRICT. Whenever I mentioned it to a doctor, they’d basically laugh in my face. It seemed to be pretty impossible to get one (even if you’re paying privately) unless you’re over the age of 60, already have multiple kids or unless it was absolutely necessary for your health.
I know I don’t want children. I never have, I never will. I’m sure some people will tell me that I’ll change my mind (I’ve been told that my whole life) but I know myself, and I’m not here to discuss that.
My question is - is it the same level of difficulty here in Cyprus? Or perhaps even worse?
I can’t seem to find any answers online regarding the process. Is it even possible? Can I go to a private gynaecologist and ask?
I’d really appreciate any advice or to hear about any personal experiences. Thank you in advance!