At the age of 13y.o. once I got the visit of a class mate. Was the time where our tits were growing up. She told me, that she got from her mom, her first bra. I asked her to show me it, she undressed her blouse and showed me it. She asked me to show her my tits, they were a little bit smaller than her ones. She came to me and touched it and I touched her tits. Then we showed each other our gowing pussy hair and touched each other our pussies. An I liked it. That was just a single experience. At the end of my sixteens I had a boy friend and ater a time I loosed with him my virginity and I liked it also. At 22 I met many times in a pub, close to my place an elder woman (about 40+). we talk a lot together and once she asked me if I have had sex with an other woman, I said not really and she recommended me to try it and if I like it I continue doing it. if I don't like it, I left it but I would know how it is. Summarizing, I went after the pub to her, I overnight with her and had my firts lesbian experience. Was great, I got many orgasms that night. So I decided to do both,sex with men and sex with other women and I do that until today.

Selling my personal collection. Over 800 Games. Sorry my bad english. Paypal ff. Free Shipping over $100. Sorry i know this list will hurt eyes. I don't have a computer to edit it well. More photos at request. Offers are welcome. Most of these Prices are based on Pricharting (sorry im lazy to put my prices for these 800 games) i would like to sell this has a lot but im from Puerto Rico so thats likely impossible.
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Nintendo Switch
13 Sentinels: Aegis Rim CIB+ 32.92 1971 Project Helios New 15.41 Boy and His Blob New 50.49 Little Golf Journey New 29.62 Robot Named Fight [Premium Edition] New 50.5 Adventure Time: Pirates of the Enchiridion New 25.68 AeternoBlade II New 35.5 Afterparty New 38 Aggelos New 38.22 AI: The Somnium Files CIB+ 60.5 AI: The Somnium Files CIB+ 60.5 AI: The Somnium Files - nirvanA Initiative CIB+ 40 Alex Kidd in Miracle World DX New 18.98 Alwa's Collection New 25.62 American Hero New 40.49 Ancestors Legacy New 24.07 Annapurna Interactive [Deluxe Limited Edition Collection] New 372.64 ANNO: Mutationem [Limited Run] New 69.5 Ape Out [Special Reserve] New 49.13 Ara Fell & Rise of the Third Power New 57.24 Arcade Spirits New 20 Archvale New 51.25 ARMS CIB+ 30.5 Ary and the Secret of Seasons New 12.52 Arzette: The Jewel of Faramore New 74.23 Assassin's Creed: The Rebel Collection CIB+ 17.48 Astalon: Tears of the Earth New 50.63 Astral Chain New 48.99 Astronite New 19.48 Atelier Ryza 2: Lost Legends & the Secret Fairy New 86.98 Atelier Ryza: Ever Darkness and the Secret Hideout CIB+ 49.5 Atelier Ryza: Ever Darkness and the Secret Hideout New 60.1 Attack on Titan 2: Final Battle New 74.23 Axiom Verge 1 & 2 Double Pack New 74.5 Azure Striker Gunvolt 3 New 48.5 Azure Striker Gunvolt: Striker Pack CIB+ 25.79 Balan Wonderworld New 11.77 Baldur's Gate and Baldur's Gate II: Enhanced Editions New 140.05 Battle Chef Brigade Deluxe CIB+ 32.61 Battle Princess Madelyn: Royal Edition New 52.88 Bayonetta New 40.76 Bayonetta 2 CIB+ 35.5 Bayonetta 3 New 34.67 Bayonetta Origins: Cereza and the Lost Demon New 32.5 Black Bird New 55.5 Blade Runner: Enhanced Edition New 48.72 Blasphemous CIB+ 108.49 Blaster Master Zero New 44.14 Blaster Master Zero II New 40.49 Blaster Master Zero III New 34.5 Blazing Beaks New 30.02 Blazing Chrome CIB+ 65.92 Bloodrayne 1 & 2: Revamped Dual Pack w/ Slipcover New 100.47 BloodRayne Betrayal: Fresh Bites New 40.49 Bloodstained: Curse Of The Moon 2 New 28.49 Bloodstained: Ritual of the Night New 21.23 Blossom Tales II: The Minotaur Prince New 46.48 Blossom Tales: The Sleeping King CIB+ 150.47 Blue Fire CIB+ 28.49 Blue Reflection: Second Light New 59.83 Bomb Chicken CIB+ 38.14 Bravely Default II New 29.4 BROFORCE [SWITCH RESERVE] New 53.82 Bug Fables: The Everlasting Sapling New 55.93 Bugsnax CIB+ 30.77 Burnout Paradise Remastered CIB+ 14.98 BUTCHER New 36.9 Cannon Dancer: Osman New 54 Captain Toad: Treasure Tracker CIB+ 30.49 Captain Tsubasa: Rise of New Champions New 26.09 Card Shark Collector's Edition New 47.5 Carrion: Special Reserve Edition New 50.6 Castlevania Anniversary Collection New 50.49 Cat Girl Without Salad: Amuse-Bouche New 40.97 Cat Quest + Cat Quest II: Pawsome Pack New 49.5 Cathedral New 66.91 Cave Story+ CIB+ 34.49 Celeste New 62.39 Chicken Police - Paint it RED! CIB+ 13.25 Children of Morta CIB+ 22.09 Children of Zodiarcs New 44.77 Citizens Unite! Earth X Space New 29.49 Coffee Talk New 42.15 COGEN: Sword of Rewind & Gunvolt Chronicles: Luminous Avenger iX 2 Double Pack New 80.48 Collar X Malice New 30.49 Collection of Mana New 25.5 Contra Anniversary Collection New 41.45 Contra Anniversary Collection New 41.45 Cooking Mama: Cookstar New 36.11 Corpse Killer: 25th Anniversary Edition New 42.7 Cosmo Dreamer & Like Dreamer: Double-D Collection New 25.00 Cris Tales New 13.99 Crisis Core: Final Fantasy VII Reunion CIB+ 29 CrossCode New 52.99 Crossing Souls - Special Reserve New 40.00 Cruis'n Blast New 20.48 Crystal Crisis New 31.52 Cthulhu Saves Christmas New 45.17 Cult of the Lamb [Special Reserve] New 72.48 Dandara: Trials of Fear Edition CIB+ 41.29 Dark Devotion New 45.49 Darksiders Genesis CIB+ 18 Darkwood CIB+ 108.46 DARQ: Complete Edition New 38.97 Dawn of the Monsters New 50.36 Dead Cells: Return to Castlevania Edition New 32.01 Dead or School New 52.03 Deadly Premonition 2: A Blessing in Disguise CIB+ 16.77 Deadly Premonition Origins New 38.03 Death end re;Quest New 41.97 Death Road to Canada New 40 Death's Door [Special Reserve] New 33.03 Death's Gambit: Afterlife New 38.72 Demon Throttle [Reserve Edition] New 25.25 Demon Throttle [Reserve Edition] New 25.25 Demon Turf New 40.82 Demon's Tilt New 44.5 Deponia Collection New 83.14 Dex New 48.38 Diablo III: Eternal Collection New 25.77 Digimon Survive New 20.95 Dimension Drive [Limited Edition] New 65.48 Disaster Report 4: Summer Memories CIB+ 25.5 DISC ROOM [SWITCH RESERVE] New 38.69 Disgaea 5 Complete New 39.5 Disney Classic Games: Aladdin and the Lion King New 18.29 Disney Tsum Tsum Festival New 26.55 DISTRAINT Collection New 33.76 Divinity: Original Sin II - Definitive Edition New 180.49 Dodgeball Academia New 19.5 DoDonPachi Resurrection New 55.38 Doki Doki Literature Club Plus! New 30.49 Donkey Kong Country: Tropical Freeze CIB+ 32.97 DOOM CIB+ 28.9 Doom 64 New 45.45 DOOM Eternal New 89 DOOM: The Classics Collection New 50.5 Double Dragon & Kunio-Kun Retro Brawler Bundle New 52.83 Double Dragon IV New 33.97 Double Dragon: Neon New 50.49 Downwell [Special Reserve Edition] New 75 Double Switch: 25th Anniversary Edition New 55.89 Dragon Ball Z: Kakarot + A New Power Awakens Set New 30.8 Dragon Quest Treasures New 29.53 Dragon Quest XI S: Echoes of an Elusive Age - Definitive Edition New 46.97 Dragon Star Varnir New 45.49 Dragon's Dogma: Dark Arisen CIB+ 24.74 Dragon's Lair Trilogy New 144.25 DRAINUS New 63.39 Dreamscaper New 44.72 Dusk New 44.49 Eastward CIB+ 20.3 Eldest Souls New 45.5 Elliot Quest New 28.48 Enclave HD New 52.67 Ender Lilies: Quietus of the Knights New 63.97 Endling - Extinction is Forever New 25.76 Epic Chef New 15.57 Espgaluda II New 60.27 Fairy Fencer F: Advent Dark Force New 48.41 FAR: Lone Sails New 49.69 Fast RMX New 71.73 Fatal Twelve New 44.49 Fault Milestone One New 28.49 Fight'N Rage New 45.49 FINAL FANTASY VII & VIII REMASTERED TWIN PACK CIB+ 37.63 Final Fantasy X / X-2 HD Remaster New 51.33 Final Fantasy XII: The Zodiac Age New 31.61 Fire Emblem Engage New 35.07 Fire Emblem Warriors: Three Hopes New 20.17 Fire Emblem: Three Houses New 45.45 Flinthook New 45.49 Flipping Death CIB+ 28.39 Foretales New 19.29 Forgotton Anne CIB+ 35.49 Fran Bow New 111.48 Freedom Finger CIB+ 77.4 Freedom Planet New 57.39 Furi CIB+ 48.64 Gal Metal: World Tour Edition CIB+ 17.69 Garden Story New 46.5 Gato Roboto [Special Reserve Edition] New 55.49 Ghost 1.0 + Unepic Collection: Standard Edition New 80.5 Ghost of a Tale New 66.61 Going Under New 37.47 Golf Story New 82.75 Gotta Protectors: Cart of Darkness New 45.35 Grandia HD Collection New 82.51 GrimGrimoire OnceMore [Deluxe Edition] New 42.33 GRIS [Limited Special Reserve] CIB+ 85.25 Guacamelee! One-Two Punch Collection CIB+ 87.57 Gunbrick: Reloaded New 24.68 Gunlord X New 107.79 Guns, Gore & Cannoli 1 & 2 New 105.28 Gunvolt Chronicles: Luminous Avenger iX New 84.5 Gyakuten Saiban 123: Naruhodo Selection New 41.49 Hades New 39.19 Haven New 45.49 Heaven's Vault New 32.15 Hero Must Die. Again New 56.5 Heroland Knowble Edition New 18.63 Hollow Knight CIB+ 31.5 Horgihugh and Friends New 28.18 Hot Wheels Unleashed New 22.03 Hotline Miami Collection [Special Reserve] New 54.36 Hyper Light Drifter [Special Edition] New 72.29 Hyrule Warriors: Definitive Edition CIB+ 49.69 Ib New 55.46 Ikenfell New 42.56 Immortals Fenyx Rising New 15.22 In Sound Mind: Deluxe Edition New 21.81 Indivisible New 19.41 Infernax New 50.5 Inscryption [Special Reserve] New 283.5 Ion Fury New 35.35 ITTA CIB+ 45.74 ITTA [Steelbook Edition] New 65.84 Ittle Dew 2+ New 43.45 Jamestown+ New 50.98 Joe Dever's Lone Wolf New 65.54 Katamari Damacy REROLL New 23.45 Katanakami New 42.3 Kaze and the Wild Masks New 32.44 KeyWe New 25.49 Killer Queen Black New 16.13 King's Bounty II New 17.85 Kingdom Hearts: Melody of Memory New 20.59 Kingdoms of Amalur: Re-Reckoning CIB+ 19.98 Kirby and the Forgotten Land CIB+ 37.97 Knights and Bikes New 45.49 Kotodama: The 7 Mysteries of Fujisawa New 19.45 KUNAI New 40.5 L.A. Noire CIB+ 29.99 Lair of the Clockwork God New 39.13 Layers of Fear: Legacy New 147.86 LEGO Star Wars: The Skywalker Saga New 20.48 Little Nightmares II CIB+ 20.75 Live A Live CIB+ 26.42 Lonely Mountains: Downhill SRG#46 New 86.79 Loop Hero CIB+ 35.47 Loop Hero [Collectors Edition] New 80.75 Love Esquire [Limited Edition] New 90.5 LoveKami Trilogy New 45.87 Luigi's Mansion 3 CIB+ 33.25 Lumines Remastered New 32.5 LUNARK New 49.52 Mario + Rabbids Sparks of Hope CIB+ 15.42 Mario + Rabbids: Kingdom Battle CIB+ 12.5 Mario Kart 8 Deluxe New 38.35 Mario Party: Superstars CIB+ 39.5 Marvel Ultimate Alliance 3: The Black Order New 41.5 Mary Skelter 2 New 45.49 Mary Skelter: Finale New 49.39 Mato Anomalies New 19.73 Mega Man 11 New 20.48 Mega Man Zero/ZX Legacy Collection CIB+ 24.5 Megadimension Neptunia VII New 45.5 Metroid Dread CIB+ 35.34 Metroid Prime Remastered New 34.34 Mighty Gunvolt Burst New 44.45 Mighty Switch Force! Collection CIB+ 45.49 Ministry of Broadcast New 26.72 Minoria New 50.47 Miracle Snack Shop [Limited Edition] New 35.00 Moero Chronicle Hyper New 90.35 Moero Crystal H New 50.77 Momodora: Reverie Under the Moonlight New 71.68 MONARK Deluxe Edition New 37 Monster Boy and the Cursed Kingdom New 78.59 Monster Hunter Generations Ultimate New 42.69 Monster Hunter Rise CIB+ 15.49 Monster Hunter Stories 2: Wings of Ruin New 31.49 Monster Sanctuary New 58.46 Monstrum New 38.5 Mother Russia Bleeds [Special Reserve] New 59.25 Mother Russia Bleeds [Special Reserve] New 59.25 Ms. Splosion Man CIB+ 31.98 Mulaka New 60.00 Murder By Numbers Collectors Edition New 80.36 Mushihimesama New 60.7 My Friend Pedro [Special Reserve Edition] New 79.7 Narita Boy New 45.55 NEO: The World Ends With You CIB+ 20.5 NeoGeo Pocket Color Selection Vol. 1 New 43.06 Neon Abyss New 42.38 Neversong & Pinstripe CIB+ 37.5 New Pokémon Snap CIB+ 31.81 New Super Lucky's Tale New 33.59 New Super Mario Bros. U Deluxe New 39.5 Ni no Kuni II: Revenant Kingdom - Prince's Edition New 18.14 Ni no Kuni: Wrath of the White Witch New 26.5 NieR: Automata - The End of YoRHa Edition New 39.5 Night in the Woods New 59.92 Night Trap: 25th Anniversary Edition New 56.06 Ninja Gaiden: Master Collection New 50.42 No Man's Sky CIB+ 26.25 No More Heroes CIB+ 40.5 No More Heroes 2: Desperate Struggle CIB+ 35.92 No More Heroes III CIB+ 15.5 Ocean's Heart New 53.33 Octahedron New 45.43 Octopath Traveler New 52.43 Octopath Traveler II New 39.99 Oddworld - Collection New 36.25 à Œkami HD New 32.99 One Step From Eden New 34.15 Oniken + Odallus Collection New 36.51 Opus Collection CIB+ 22.49 Ori: The Collection New 28.97 Othercide New 32.45 Outlast: Bundle of Terror / Outlast 2 CIB+ 277.52 Overlord: Escape from Nazarick New 35.97 Owlboy CIB+ 16.48 Oxenfree New 99.53 Panzer Dragoon New 40.5 Panzer Paladin New 48.13 Paper Mario: The Origami King CIB+ 36.5 Pathway New 27.6 Phoenotopia: Awakening [Premium Edition] New 114.25 Pikmin 3 Deluxe CIB+ 39.75 Pikmin 4 New 42.79 Piofiore: Fated Memories New 27.95 PixelJunk Eden 2 New 25.49 Pocky & Rocky Reshrined New 25.49 Pokémon Brilliant Diamond CIB+ 32.75 Pokémon Legends: Arceus New 41.19 Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: Rescue Team DX CIB+ 40.5 Pokémon Sword CIB+ 30.26 Pokémon Violet New 44.5 Pokémon: Let's Go, Pikachu! CIB+ 35.47 Postal Redux New 25.5 PowerSlave: Exhumed New 65.06 Prinny Presents NIS Classics Volume 2 [Deluxe Edition] New 43.99 Prodeus New 40.67 Project Warlock New 67.14 Puyo Puyo Tetris New 17.5 Q.U.B.E. 2 New 51.32 Quake New 38.49 Radiant Silvergun New 58.09 Rainbow Billy: The Curse of the Leviathan New 23.82 Razion EX New 137.71 realMyst: Masterpiece Edition New 78.08 République: Anniversary Edition New 35.49 Return of the Obra Dinn New 58.18 Return to Monkey Island CIB+ 43.09 Return to Shironagasu Island CIB+ 28.5 Risk of Rain 2 New 14.7 River City Girls CIB+ 80.23 River City Girls 2 New 50.5 River City Girls [PAX Variant] New 142.6 River City Girls Zero New 44.49 River City: Rival Showdown New 30.49 Rogue Heroes: Ruins of Tasos CIB+ 46.5 Roki CIB+ 39.07 Rolling Sky Collection CIB+ 20.00 Root Film New 34.09 RUINER [SWITCH RESERVE] New 54.47 Rune Factory 3 Special New 23.41 Rune Factory 3 Special New 23.41 Rune Factory 4 Special [Archival Edition] New 153.5 Sakuna: Of Rice and Ruin New 27.5 Sally Face [Deluxe Edition] New 224.81 Sam & Max Save the World New 43.5 Sam & Max: Beyond Time and Space Remastered New 44 Samurai Jack: Battle Through Time New 70.48 Save me Mr Tako: Definitive Edition New 33.5 Scott Pilgrim vs. The World: The Game - Complete Edition New 32.49 Sea Horizon [Limited Edition] New 42.49 Sea of Solitude: The Director's Cut New 20.00 Seabed New 40.42 SeaBed [Limited Edition] New 135.38 Senran Kagura Reflexions New 129.74 Senren * Banka New 86.76 SENSEs: Midnight [Limited Edition] New 47.43 Serious Sam Collection [Switch Reserve] New 60.49 Seven Pirates H New 51.25 Seven Pirates H New 51.25 Seven Pirates H New 51.25 Shadow Man Remastered New 48.39 Shadowgate New 62.5 Shadowrun Trilogy New 56.64 Shadows of Adam New 34.49 Shadowverse: Champion's Battle New 21.95 Shantae New 39.34 Shantae and the Pirate's Curse New 381.21 Shantae and the Pirate's Curse Box 49.62 Shantae and the Seven Sirens New 50.2 Shantae: Half-Genie Hero [Ultimate Edition] New 38.2 Shantae: Risky's Revenge New 38.51 Shaq Fu: A Legend Reborn New 19.57 Shikhondo: Soul Eater New 34.44 Shin Megami Tensei III: Nocturne HD Remaster New 25.5 Shin Megami Tensei V New 22.38 Shin Megami Tensei V New 22.38 Shining Resonance Refrain [Draconic Launch Edition] New 48.6 Signalis New 32.03 Sine Mora EX New 23.02 Skelattack New 50.49 Slime-san New 43.74 Smile For Me New 46.94 SNK Heroines Tag Team Frenzy New 29.15 Sol Cresta: Dramatic Edition New 45.48 Sonic Colors Ultimate CIB+ 15.48 Sonic Frontiers CIB+ 21.62 Sonic Mania New 16.51 Spiritfarer New 28.95 Splatoon 2 CIB+ 19.67 Splatoon 3 New 43.99 Star Wars Pinball New 19.72 Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic New 60.49 Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic II - The Sith Lords New 59.79 Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic II - The Sith Lords New 59.79 Star Wars: Republic Commando New 26.45 Steel Assault New 48 Streets of Rage 4 New 33.45 Strife: Veteran Edition New 37.72 Subnautica + Subnautica: Below Zero New 32.49 Super Blood Hockey New 60.96 Super Bomberman R New 20.42 Super Mario 3D All-Stars CIB+ 82.33 Super Mario 3D World + Bowser's Fury CIB+ 39.5 Super Mario Bros. Wonder CIB 38.99 Super Mario Maker 2 CIB+ 30.48 Super Mario Odyssey New 39.59 Super Mario RPG New 39.93 Super Meat Boy New 38.5 Super Meat Boy Forever New 25.98 Super Monkey Ball Banana Mania New 13.48 Super Smash Bros. Ultimate CIB+ 38.74 Supraland New 33.75 Sushi Striker: The Way of Sushido New 12.17 Taiko no Tatsujin Rhythm Festival New 15.5 Tails of Iron [Crimson Knight Edition] New 42.89 Tales of Vesperia: Definitive Edition New 30.41 Tandem: A Tale of Shadows New 20.48 Terraria New 24.66 Caligula Effect 2 New 56.3 Caligula Effect: Overdose New 61.95 DioField Chronicle CIB+ 25.46 Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim CIB+ 35.31 Falconeer: Warrior Edition New 18.88 Friends Of Ringo Ishikawa New 26.73 Great Ace Attorney Chronicles CIB+ 30.98 Knight Witch Deluxe Edition New 32.07 Legend of Heroes: Trails of Cold Steel III - Extracurricular Edition CIB+ 31.77 Legend of Tianding New 51.61 Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild CIB+ 34 Legend of Zelda: Link's Awakening CIB+ 32.57 Legend of Zelda: Skyward Sword HD CIB+ 31.24 Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom New 47.46 Letter: A Horror Visual Novel [Limited Edition] New 73.75 The Messenger [Special Reserve Games Edition] New 280.00 Missing CIB+ 35.5 Mummy Demastered New 57.71 Red Lantern New 58.5 RED STRINGS CLUB [SWITCH RESERVE] New 38.5 Silver Case 2425 Deluxe Edition CIB 35.5 TakeOver New 47.41 Talos Principle New 51.62 Touryst New 68.88 Wonderful 101: Remastered New 23.5 World Ends with You: Final Remix New 53.95 There Is No Game: Wrong Dimension New 53.51 Thumper New 45.45 Time on Frog Island CIB+ 17.43 Timespinner [Limited Run] CIB+ 77.28 Tiny Barbarian DX New 33.97 To The Moon New 67.98 ToeJam & Earl: Back in the Groove! CIB+ 49.86 Tokyo Mirage Sessions #FE Encore New 66.72 Tokyo Mirage Sessions #FE Encore New 66.72 TowerFall New 45.5 Transistor CIB+ 61.01 Travis Strikes Again: No More Heroes CIB+ 24.99 Treasures Of The Aegean New 17.98 Triangle Strategy New 37.47 Trigger Witch New 34.59 Trigger Witch - Limited Edition New 57.66 Trover Saves the Universe New 37.76 Turok / Turok 2: Seeds of Evil New 167.4 Twin Blades of the Three Kingdoms New 50.5 Two Point Hospital New 26.5 UnderMine New 51.08 Unravel Two CIB+ 18.35 Unreal Life New 39.15 Unsighted New 47.2 Untitled Goose Game New 22.45 Valfaris New 39.64 Valis: The Fantasm Soldier Collection New 70.61 Valis: The Fantasm Soldier Collection II New 50.5 Valkyria Chronicles 4 New 66.81 Very Very Valet New 17.77 Wandersong CIB+ 33.99 Warborn New 16.6 Warhammer 40,000: Mechanicus CIB+ 21 WarioWare: Get it Together! CIB+ 24.55 West of Dead New 39.1 Wizard of Legend New 62.66 Wonder Boy: The Dragon's Trap New 39.14 World Of Simulators New 45 Wreckfest New 25.5 Wulverblade New 68.83 Xenoblade Chronicles 2 Loose 42.6 Xenoblade Chronicles 2 CIB+ 48.49 Xenoblade Chronicles 2: Torna the Golden Country New 58.45 Xenoblade Chronicles 3 New 39.49 Xenoblade Chronicles: Definitive Edition New 45.5 Xtreme Sports New 50.5 Yoku's Island Express CIB+ 35.5 Yooka-Laylee and the Impossible Lair New 35.5 Yoshi's Crafted World CIB+ 36.75 Young Souls New 34.49 Yu-Gi-Oh! Legacy of the Duelist: Link Evolution CIB+ 17.69 Yuppie Psycho: Executive Edition (Elite Edition) New 45.49 Yurukill: The Calumniation Games (Deluxe Edition) New 20.73 Zombies Ate My Neighbors and Ghoul Patrol New 40.09
PS4
88 Antarctica New 45.00 Antartica 88 [Variant Cover] New 185.5 Deadpool CIB+ 76.33 Deadpool CIB+ 76.33 Death Park New 75.48 Death Park New 75.48 Death Park New 75.48 Death Park New 75.48 Digimon Survive New 16.55 Divinity: Original Sin II - Definitive Edition New 71 Doki Doki Literature Club Plus! New 21.17 Helldivers [Super-Earth Ultimate Edition] CIB+ 62.97 Minecraft: Story Mode - A Telltale Games Series - The Complete Adventure CIB+ 58.41 Outriders: Worldslayer New 18.48 Revenge of The Bird King New 31.99 Saints Row: The Third Remastered New 15.1 Senran Kagura Burst Re:Newal [At the Seams Edition] New 60.49 Senran Kagura Burst Re:Newal [Tailor Made Edition] New 47.99 Senran Kagura: Peach Beach Splash (No Shirt, No Shoes, All Service Edition) New 71.5 Shadow Warrior 2 [Special Reserve Edition] New 235.52 Super Perils of Baking Special Edition [SEGA Outerbox] New 200.5 Swords of Ditto: Mormo's Curse [Special Reserve Edition] New 47.1 Tamashii New 734.39 Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Mutants in Manhattan CIB+ 51.58 Valkyria Chronicles Remastered Steelbook Edition New 30.45
Vita
2064: Read Only Memories New 67.97 88 Heroes New 40.6 99Vidas New 125.97 Hole New World New 48.82 Rose in the Twilight New 192 Winter's Daydream [Limited Edition] New 64.1 Aegis of Earth: Protonovus Assault New 26.49 Akiba's Beat New 30.25 Akiba's Trip: Undead & Undressed CIB+ 25.49 Alone With You New 38.5 Angry Birds Star Wars New 20.48 Another World: 20th Anniversary Edition New 40.49 Antiquia Lost New 34.75 Aqua Kitty: Milk Mine Defender DX New 51.5 Army Corps of Hell New 23.99 Asdivine Hearts New 35.46 Astro Aqua Kitty [Limited Edition] New 64.7 Atari Flashback Classics New 60.61 Atelier Escha & Logy Plus: Alchemists of the Dusk Sky (Limited Edition) New 168.49 Awesome Pea Collection [Limited Edition] CIB+ 40.1 Axiom Verge Multiverse Edition New 56.56 Back in 1995 [Limited Edition] New 191.4 Bard's Gold New 33 Bastion New 64.16 Batman: Arkham Origins Blackgate CIB+ 23.67 Bit.Trip Presents...Runner2: Future Legend of Rhythm Alien New 33.49 Bit.Trip Presents...Runner2: Future Legend of Rhythm Alien New 33.49 Bloodstained: Curse of the Moon New 118.23 Borderlands 2 CIB+ 23.49 Breach & Clear New 308.01 Broken Age New 33.77 Bunny Must Die: Chelsea and the 7 Devils New 95 Call of Duty: Black Ops Declassified CIB+ 22.29 Call of Duty: Black Ops Declassified Loose 18.98 Chaos;Child New 45.61 Chasm CIB+ 60.49 Child of Light CIB+ 24.56 Claire: Extended Cut CIB+ 35.17 Code:Realize - Future Blessings Loose 14.9 Code:Realize - Guardian of Rebirth New 25.5 Code:Realize - Guardian of Rebirth Loose 14.2 Conga Master Go! 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There was nothing to the east, there hasnt been for hundreds of years. Ever since the nations of the world decided one of them was getting too big for its bridges and needed to nuked off the Earth. That annihilation also served as a global disarmament of nuclear weapons; they cant use them against each other if theyre all detonated in America.
I would like to consider myself well educated. I understand history and laws and even religion. I understand those three are often not related, but I also know you can study Historical Laws and Religious History and Laws of Religions.
I suppose it was my understanding of these ideas that anointed me to captain the New Horizon on her trek across the globe. The plan was to follow ColumbuS path from over a millennia ago and as long as I can still figure out where the Canarys are supposed to be, we should be alright.
The consequence of World Peace was that wind and water also spent 500 years eating away at every where else in the world. Now its the quest of the New Horizon to sail from Europia to...
whatever awaits us ahead.
"Gud morning, Santago."
"Gud morning. Hows it?"
"Its all gud upstairs, I just came down to see whacha were up to. Missed dinner is all."
"Honestly, Maxton, Im just thinking of the past," I relaxed back into my chair as my mind began to wonder.
Maxton shifted in his place. I am sure he was expecting me to continue, but my thoughts kept forward like a bullet train. Theyd only stop when a station showed up and never before then. Max would have to ask me again to break my trance.
"What about it, capi?" Maxton was a smart guy, he knew me like it was his job. He probably had me organized and itemized like I was a box of boots in the cargo bay.
"The apostrophe."
"The...," a skeptical look screwed his face and his eyes looked at me; searching for a joke in my answer or if I had finally lost my marbles, "The apostrophe, naturally."
"Well, I was thinking about where we are going and how the Americas havent been contacted in 500 years. Lots have changed since then."
"But... the apostrophe, capi?"
"Think about Shakespear. He lived 500 years before we sunk America. If an American met him, theyd say he talked all stupid and run long, right?"
The quartermasters face told me his brain was already predicting where I was going with this, "Id say youre right."
"Isnt it safe to say thats how itll go when we, or if we, meet an American? Wed think they talked all stupid and run long," my heart began to thump with excitement, Maxton understood my ideas better than anyone and when we matched wavelengths, it was extremely thrilling.
"The apostrophe. We dropped those when the keyboards had the key too far to the right. Lazy bastards just figured we were too good for them then," he went on, "I dont even know if the Americans had the internet very long to pick up on stuff like 'cya' or even 'capi'."
"Capi" was a result of the languages of Europia blending together. Most of them had different words for it, but those first quart letters. Well, if youre from the north, it would be "Kapi", but still.
With linguistics wrapping up, Maxton and I discussed the voyage ahead of us. We talked long into the night, walking the length of the New Horizon. Our conversations could range from politics and astronomy to jokes and stories, but they could always run long. We must have been on our 40th lap of the deck when the helmsman approached us.
"Capi Vega, Officer Angelhart," the helmsmans salute was crisp and blended into the rigid steel of the ship.
"At ease, Helmsman," I returned a loose, but respectful salute.
"Sir, I just wanted to inform you that the time is 11:30," he removed a watch from his breast pocket and added, "11:33, sir. Sorry, you were tough to find."
"So it is, Thank you, Ben," I slapped the man on his back jovially, "I suppose it is time I bid you boys a goodnight."
"Thank you, sir," Ben said.
"Keep the ship steady for me, Mister Archer."
"I always will," we shared a smile before a salute returned him to his duty.
I bid Max a goodnight and left the speckled night sky for a fluorescent white ceiling. As I undressed in my bathroom, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.
"No wonder she left you, fat bastard," after prolonged eye contact, my foe decided not to respond and I went to bed.
As the New Horizon sailed towards the Canary Islands, anticipation buzzed through the crew. The islands loomed in the distance, their once bustling shores now quiet and desolate. Rising sea levels had forced most of the inhabitants to flee, leaving behind remnants of a old world.
Navigating through the waters surrounding the Canary Islands proved to be trickier than anticipated. The shifting currents and submerged buildings posed a constant threat to our progress. Ben Archer, our skilled helmsman, expertly maneuvered the ship through the treacherous waters, his eyes scanning the sea and skies for any signs of danger.
"Steady as she goes, Helmsman Archer," I called out from the bridge, my gaze fixed on the approaching islands.
"Aye, Capi," Ben replied, his hands steady on the wheel as he adjusted our course.
"Mr. Angelhart, we need to chart a clear path through these waters."
Maxton, ever vigilant as our quartermaster, joined me on the bridge. His sharp eyes scanned the charts, searching for safe passages and potential hazards. "The map has a narrow channel between two of the islands," he remarked, pointing to the map spread out before us. "Its our best bet for a smooth passage."
I nodded in agreement and radioed the control-room, "Archer, prepare to navigate through the channel at 49 degrees. We cant afford any mishaps here."
The crew sprang into action, each member fulfilling their role with precision and determination. The New Horizon glided through the channel, the water calm and welcoming within the protective embrace of the islands. As we emerged on the other side, a sense of relief, like sea-water, washed over the crew.
"The worst is behind us, for now," I said to Maxton, a faint smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "Weve cleared the Canarys. Next stop, the vast expanse of the Atlantic."
Maxton returned the smile, his confidence unwavering. "Well make it across, Capi. The New Horizon won't let us down. And neither will you."
With the Canary Islands fading into the distance behind us, the crew turned their attention to the open ocean all around us. Our journey had only just begun, but with unity, determination, and a touch of luck, we will be ready to face whatever challenges the blue abyss has in store for us.

It’s 40 days to go and I’ve just found out he’s been lying to me for years. No he hasn’t cheated, but I still feel betrayed. We have been together for 10 years and both quit smoking about 6 years ago. A few days ago he got very drunk and I had to undress him and found cigarettes on him. I asked the next day and he said he has been smoking every couple of months for years and recently smoking 3/4 sessions a week. Apparently it’s in the pub after work and with some of our closest friends when out with the boys. He says he wasn’t lying but just didn’t tell me about it. I feel stupid that I didn’t know and our friends did and that it’s been years of lying. I think if we were just dating I would have split but we have a house and cats and 20 grand into a wedding. I can’t speak to my friends as they seemed to already know and I’m an idiot but how do I trust him again?
Do I go through with it?

So Hello everyone here !! This is my first time here. I (21M) am a student from a well known NIT in India. So I happen to have a gf(now 21F) at 2022. She was not exactly my gf in the first place. What she mentioned was something like F.W.B but I was too dumb at that time to understand that. Then later while we went on I don't know y maybe the fact that she was the first girl in my whole life who taught me more things talked with me more open (I am from a small town where girls won't talk that much to a boy) also the added fact that she is my everything (I'm Still a VIRGIN, if u can get it). The thing was I was too much of a beta, it is hard to accept that but that is the truth. example if she asks where we can go i'll let it be her choice, in my mind i was only doing things she likes. I'll be there everyday to meet her if she needed. She'll blabber everything to me and I'll listen (I'm not an extrovert like her so i did not have those much interactions as her). She also had a boy bestie at that time, yeah I know I started learning my lesson from there. She told me she started talking to me becoz my voice matched that of her boy bestie when we were on a online meeting and that time both had apparantly fought. I constantly told her I'mm not ok with him he might have other intentions but she assured and told me "I ONLY SEE HIM AS A BROTHER". I'll be honest , we were 3.5 months into that so called relationship and she never gave me any signs like this was a F.W.B one day i decided to propose her, so i cooked food from my hostel(its illegal still i did) then i went to meet her got on one knee and proposed she was very overjoyed and said yes thats how i confirmed she is in love with me(silly me). Also I never satisfied her in any means, according to her she was a patient (some tissue injury) so she never felt satisfied. All changed at December 4 i finally satisfied her(STILL A VIRGIN) and she dropped the bomb telling me - "We can break up and remain friends, I'm too afraid my father will find out bla bla..." I asked y not tell earlier and y now? she said " I wanted u to satisfy me, I would have done the same if u would have satisfied me any earlier" I was too in shock but stupid me wanted her. She told me we will still marry after college dont worry. Part of my still was ok as long she was my friend and i will convince her one day. After that we had end sems and I had 4 F's .
After going to home we spoke everyday. On one day roughly into 1.5 weeks into holidays she went on a date with that boy bestie(she did not say that but that was a date) now a past of that boy bestie he was the typical playboy according to her. He had a gf with whom he broke up right after having intimacy she mentioned how much of a playboy and bad boy he was who drank smoked and did drugs . He was a rich asshole both parents had nice income. I'll ask y not breakup then she'll say "he is my first boy best friend just like how I am to u" Silly me trusted and believed her. The current gf he was dating at that time was a rich one but not so good one according to him and recollecting those memories now she(my ex gf) was just jealous of that gf(boy bestie's) everytime she blabbered about their combo. He admitted himself that he was with her only fr her money to my ex gf and that his father was also supporting this. That asshole was studying in bhopal. Now I know most of u are already frustrated with me , thinking i am a joker and a clown seeing obvious red flags not breaking up with her. But please try to understand this was my first ever girl best friend and girl friend and my first ever relationship with any girl other than my mother(i dont have any siblings) my mom is from village so she always thought me to respect and be kind to girls so i always had a soft corner for any girl(Now i definitelly dont have one).
So she goes on that date and just tells how much of the date is that i simply get frustrated and change the topic. Now the very next day she fought with me in texts and said I have no exposure I never satisfied her, I'm not enough for her she want toxic boys who drink all those shit. I cannot believe those things this was not the girl i knew(or so i thought). That day started my sleep problems (which i have till today). Still with the clown mentality i spoke with her very next day inquiring her day she gave cold answers and day by day convo decreased. I had a gift for her which i already bought as a new yr present it was her small child photo with a qr to her fav song which she and her late grandfather used to listen. i just showed that to her in new yr and she was happy told me i still have a friend. I was still a fool and believed that. But the next day she told me she did the deed with her boy bestie and was saying she wanted to tell this to me. She was more excited to tell the fact that he undressed her in 3 seconds and told her how he wanted to be inside her back from when he was still at college in Bhopal . I simply asked y and abt the promise of her and me getting married after college all those but she straight up denied telling that and told me "I would have told that when i was in a happy mood how can i trust that...." i asked u told me he is like ur brotherr.... she was just silent then smiled and told me "Here after don't believe city girls".
After that the next sem was a full mess i could not forget her i blabbered to my friends about her . They listened everything and was a support to me. I had sleep issues i lost around 7 kgs and had attendance shortage in every course.
What made me come here is I have a friend who is in relationship with one of her friends/ I apparantly sometimes talk with that friend just hi, how r u , bye...
He spilled to me that the friend told him that she was planning to sleep with that boy bestie from the moment he came back in her life (after their fight) and also with me. When mine failed miserably (if i could not satisfy her in simple things then how in real things according to her). She went and did it with him. This thing both furiated and saddened me for a very large bit.
Some details about her: For a context she is a bit obese , i have met her father once and as per her he is the one that gives all this independence to her. When i mean independence not this cheating (i'm not sure though that man seemed very sketchy) but this modern thoughts hanging around going and having fun all the boys , according to him if she spends time only with girls then she is a lesbian that iswhat she told me. Her mother is a decent village woman who tries to crct her but of no use.
Now if u all have come this far most u are either pissed at my foolishness and some of u might be laughing and I acknowledge them I was indeed a beta simp with her. Now i forgot abt her for past 7 months till this was mentioned by him. Now i wanna get revenge and i need ideas pretty sure telling this to her father will do nothing so I need some plan and before u guys tell anything
I'm a normal looking dude with a bit fair tone and have no experience with girls after my ex i went through all stages grief, anger, sorrow , all girls are like these.... and i met one girl she was innocent did not have insta(not that this means innocent but thought in 2022 if a girl has no insta then she is diiferent) but she is i dont know whether worse than my ex but definittely equal to her. This girl will only speak with boys who are either manipulators who will manipulate her or with boys who have above 7.7 or 8.0 CGPA. I blocked her at may 2023 and still it is in that state. Then only i realised in this college no matter ur character girls must have interest in u and in ur way of speaking. Even if u drink and have a CGPA of 6.00 u can still get laid if u have game to speak with her, As for me I have no game neither did i drink. Yeah in my breakup stage i was heartbroken with no intention to sleep neither read but i did not touch alcohol or cigar many of the students here have them so it is easy to access but my mother did not raise me to be a loser who will simply drink to forget things and wake up next day to the same problems, that's not the way my mother grew me up I needed to face it and I did and here I am in Reddit for the first time asking u guys a help.
If some of u think that getting revenge is bad then remember there is another pure good hearted boy that will be potentially destroyed by her. I dont think i am a pure good hearted one now. I was before my ex. Now i only treat my friends with good hearts other i dont simply dont care and dont judge them. That's all I want to say. If u have any advice or any thing feel free to share. If u want to tell in the comments that i was joker it is fine go ahead that is the truth i was that clown and im trying to do things so that i can never be that guy, ur point of view is also appreciated, Thank u for reading my story all the way through!!!.

Part 1
Context: You've been chasing him since the war began. A tyrant with a face no one has ever seen. Every day under his rule comes with more atrocities and, as a war photographer, you are willing to do almost anything to bring him down. Even... dating him?
Setting: Rhett's mansion
Tags:[M4A][Enemies to Lovers][Extreme Yandere Dictator Speaker][War Photographer Listener][VERY Yandere][Delusional][Flirting][Bonding?][Unwilling]to[Begrudgingly Willing][VERY Spicy][Dominant][Desire/Lust][Making a Deal][Arranged Marriage?][CW: Mentions of WaWar Crimes/Torture]
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[Scene opens back in Rhett’s manor]
[SFX: The Listener somewhat sneaking back in through a window]
[It’s mid day or so when you climb back into the manor, worn down from your escapades. You freeze as you nearly run straight into Rhett, who waits with arms folded]
“...There you are, my love.”
[Pause…]
“...Sneaking back in through a window, hm? I see old habits die hard…
[He brushes the hair from your face, staring you down with a mix of anger and curiosity]
“...It’s very, very naughty of you to sneak out ,my love.”
[Pause.]
[He sighs]
“No… I suppose I never stated you couldn’t leave, I simply thought it was implied. If people learn what company you’re keeping, they may just kidnap you, love… Try to torture you, or get a handsome ransom for yours truly.”
[Pause.]
[For a split second, it almost seems like he’s taken aback]
“...You wouldn’t care… Because you know what desperation feels like… Mmh. Come. Sit with me, for a moment, won’t you? You need to hydrate, regardless.”
[. . . ]
[SFX: The Listener following Rhett throughout the manor]
“...I was quite startled when I found you gone, you know… I almost had some guards get you, but…”
[His tone softens]
“...when they told me you were running food to injured people… I decided it was best not to upset you…”
[Pause.]
[He laughs]
“It was very fucking nice of me, yes!... Would you like more food to send, next time?”
[Pause?]
“No catch… Well, a kiss wouldn’t hurt, but… No catch, my dear.”
[SFX: Rhett getting the Listener a drink]
“Here. Some water, for my devious little rebel.”
[Pause…]
“You’re welcome… Tell me something, darling… Why do you fight, so?”
[Pause.]
“Oh, it is my business… Now, please be a good little pet and answer. I don’t want this to become a fight.”
[You glare into the drink, not wanting to meet his insistent gaze]
[...Pause…]
“...You grew up in severe poverty… Got your first job at thirteen to try and put some food on the table for your poor family… Then, a miracle happened. Or, so you thought…”
[SFX: The drink shaking in the Listener’s hand]
[Rhett gently puts his hands around yours]
“Shh… I have your shaking little hands, do not fret… Oh… Oh, this tremor is so bad, love…”
[Pause.]
“Sorry, sorry, you hate me, yes. Please continue your story.”
[. . . ]
“...Your mother won the lottery, and you thought you’d finally be able to rest, maybe scrape up some of that oh-so-precious childhood before it was gone, but then she took your other siblings and moved away… without you??? Why on Earth-?!”
[Pause.]
“...Ah. Scapegoat to the sea of golden children and narcissistic parents…”
[He quiets, somewhat, seeming thoughtful before he utters a single, earnest:]
“I’m sorry… I loathe that you were harmed so…”
[. . . Pause?]
“Hm? You thought I’d be more of a mindset of ‘only the strong deserve to live’? Haha… I can understand why, my dear. It’s what I might assume as well… No. I am more of the mindset that life is a raging, belligerent drunkard, far beyond our control. It swings wildly like we are pinatas, full of tasty morsels, but doesn’t really care who it hits… All we can do is try and escape its wrath or have a chat with the others while we wait to be cut down.”
[Pause…]
“...You rose from some truly awful conditions, it sounds like… Rose up to try and do some good in the world, yes? To try and help those that experience exactly what you did, or worse?”
[. . . ]
[He smiles]
“It’s not stupid… It is noble. It is also a very, very slow way to commit self-harm.”
[Pause.]
“Would I prefer you to be selfish, like I am? Hmhm… Yes, actually. I would. Because I actually care about your life in a way you do not.”
[. . . ]
[He smiles mysteriously]
“Me…? Well… I grew up in poverty as well, believe it or not. In a war-torn city not too far from our location. My father was a refugee, he said, but… Really, he was more of a war criminal desperate to hide from his crimes. He’d always look me in the eye and say, ‘My son, I know you judge me for my past. I, too, judge myself for my past. But you do not ask the ants invading your home for peace, or to politely leave your home. You squash them.”
[. . . ]
[Rhett idly scratches the head of one of his many pitbulls as he talks]
[SFX: Pretty pitbull yawns]
“Oh, Stiev is a sleepy, poor widdle baby… Anyway, I was about eleven when some ghosts from his past found our home. Burst in late at night, made me watch while they gutted my father… Such a slow, agonizing way to go, you know?”
[. . . ]
“...I’m surprised you can still be empathetic toward me and appalled by such behavior, after all this time… After how much you’ve suffered. Most turn to apathy, you know?”
[Pause…]
“Yes… You always do your best not to be that callous… Don’t you, my angel…?”
[. . . ]
[When you turn back, his eyes are practically undressing you]
[Pause…?]
“...Gods, I want you so badly I’m almost trembling…”
[. . . ]
[He barks out a laugh]
“‘I thought we were just having sandwiches, dude’, they say! Hmhm… You really don’t understand how deep my desire for you runs, do you…?”
[. . . ]
“Oh, I know… We hadn’t met face-to-face before last night, we hadn’t kissed before last night… But, for YEARS now, I’ve had this pleasant fantasy in my brain, always running… A fantasy where you’d come home to me, we’d embrace, chat about our days, make love for hours… and, somehow, you’d find as much comfort in my presence as I do in yours…”
[. . . ]
[He smiles, eyes somewhat vacant]
“...I don’t love easily, you know… Not at all… Mayhaps my childhood messed with that a bit, hm? Who knows… Who knows… What I do know is that I am relentlessly desperate to understand why I am just so…”
[He runs the back of his knuckles across your cheek affectionately and you shiver]
[P-Pause…]
“..so in love with you… So in love with everything that you stand for…”
[Pause????]
“Oh, but you do stand for many things, my love. Many, many things… For three years now, you’ve struggled and fought and clawed just to even TRY and bring some justice to the world. My private investigator came back with so much information… He seemed perplexed that you would go out of your way to help refugees… That you would spread awareness of their stories, that you smuggle food and water, that you would do all of this for little to no reward…”
[. . . ]
[His voice softens, deadly but so drenched in desire that it nearly scares you]
“...Don’t look ashamed… Your strength and tenacity… Gods, I cannot even describe how attractive it is… How attractive YOU are… I was wearing my normal mask when you crashed that Poker game, so I’m sure you didn’t know that our eyes met. But the hate in your eyes when you saw me… Mmmh…”
[He shivers in delight]
“Delicious.”
[Pause…]
[He chuckles, still stroking your face]
“Am I insane…? Mmh, probably… Inhuman, certainly. I like to think of myself somewhat like a praying mantis. Very little, if any, emotion. Calculated, precise action. Generally alright with my partner murdering me in a fit of passion. Props if they’re twice my size, I suppose, hmhm…”
[. . . ]
[He studies you. You study him. Neither of you can concede]
“...Please… Will you come to bed with me so we can… explore this tension… Together?”
[. . . ]
[He chuckles]
“Of course, you have a choice… I would never harm you, my love. But… part of our deal was that you would be mine, so long as I let your friend go, unharmed, hm? Perhaps he might better know how to woo you… Shall I go ask him…?”
[. . . ]
[He smiles, unbothered as his arms wrap around your waist]
“A threat…? Me? Never, my angel… No, no, your beloved Rhett would never make such a dastardly threat simply to possess you, no… That’d be quite…”
[. . . ]
“...Well, dictator of me.”
[. . . ]
[He laughs and kisses you, so passionately that you’re almost knocked off your feet. He’s insane, there’s no question about it]
[Pause!!]
“Oh, but I can’t HELP but steal your breath away with a kiss! I’ve been such a patient, good, good boy… Erm, well…”
[You give him a look and he smiles sheepishly]
“...You know what I mean… Please, come to bed with me… I can barely stand it! Even if it’s just kissing and cuddling, I’ll be content!”
[. . . ]
[He smiles ‘innocently’ at you]
“...If you’re uncertain, I can go get your friend and-”.
[Pause!]
“Wonderful! Then, let us stow away for the evening… I’ve waited years to truly appreciate you…”
[. . . ]
[He puts his arm around your waist and you are whisked off for an evening with your dictator… How eventful of an evening it will be, well, you’re honestly not sure…]
[To be continued?]
Note: I’m not gonna say I tend to write complex characters typically, but Rhett is making my head spin with all the shit going on in his brain.

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Congratulations! Your little one is turning two, and it's time to update their wardrobe with clothes that suit their growing independence and active lifestyle. From playdates to playground adventures, finding the perfect 2-year-old baby clothes is essential for keeping your toddler comfortable and stylish. In this guide, we'll explore tips and suggestions for selecting clothes that are perfect for your active toddler.

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There was nothing to the east, there hasnt been for hundreds of years. Ever since the nations of the world decided one of them was getting too big for its bridges and needed to nuked off the Earth. That annihilation also served as a global disarmament of nuclear weapons; they cant use them against each other if theyre all detonated in America.
I would like to consider myself well educated. I understand history and laws and even religion. I understand those three are often not related, but I also know you can study Historical Laws and Religious History and Laws of Religions.
I suppose it was my understanding of these ideas that anointed me to captain the New Horizon on her trek across the globe. The plan was to follow ColumbuS path from over a millennia ago and as long as I can still figure out where the Canarys are supposed to be, we should be alright.
The consequence of World Peace was that wind and water also spent 500 years eating away at every where else in the world. Now its the quest of the New Horizon to sail from Europia to...
whatever awaits us ahead.
"Gud morning, Santago."
"Gud morning. Hows it?"
"Its all gud upstairs, I just came down to see whacha were up to. Missed dinner is all."
"Honestly, Maxton, Im just thinking of the past," I relaxed back into my chair as my mind began to wonder.
Maxton shifted in his place. I am sure he was expecting me to continue, but my thoughts kept forward like a bullet train. Theyd only stop when a station showed up and never before then. Max would have to ask me again to break my trance.
"What about it, capi?" Maxton was a smart guy, he knew me like it was his job. He probably had me organized and itemized like I was a box of boots in the cargo bay.
"The apostrophe."
"The...," a skeptical look screwed his face and his eyes looked at me; searching for a joke in my answer or if I had finally lost my marbles, "The apostrophe, naturally."
"Well, I was thinking about where we are going and how the Americas havent been contacted in 500 years. Lots have changed since then."
"But... the apostrophe, capi?"
"Think about Shakespear. He lived 500 years before we sunk America. If an American met him, theyd say he talked all stupid and run long, right?"
The quartermasters face told me his brain was already predicting where I was going with this, "Id say youre right."
"Isnt it safe to say thats how itll go when we, or if we, meet an American? Wed think they talked all stupid and run long," my heart began to thump with excitement, Maxton understood my ideas better than anyone and when we matched wavelengths, it was extremely thrilling.
"The apostrophe. We dropped those when the keyboards had the key too far to the right. Lazy bastards just figured we were too good for them then," he went on, "I dont even know if the Americans had the internet very long to pick up on stuff like 'cya' or even 'capi'."
"Capi" was a result of the languages of Europia blending together. Most of them had different words for it, but those first quart letters. Well, if youre from the north, it would be "Kapi", but still.
With linguistics wrapping up, Maxton and I discussed the voyage ahead of us. We talked long into the night, walking the length of the New Horizon. Our conversations could range from politics and astronomy to jokes and stories, but they could always run long. We must have been on our 40th lap of the deck when the helmsman approached us.
"Capi Vega, Officer Angelhart," the helmsmans salute was crisp and blended into the rigid steel of the ship.
"At ease, Helmsman," I returned a loose, but respectful salute.
"Sir, I just wanted to inform you that the time is 11:30," he removed a watch from his breast pocket and added, "11:33, sir. Sorry, you were tough to find."
"So it is, Thank you, Ben," I slapped the man on his back jovially, "I suppose it is time I bid you boys a gudnight."
"Thank you, sir," Ben said.
"Keep the ship steady for me, Mister Archer."
"I always will," we shared a smile before a salute returned him to his duty.
I bid Max a gudnight and left the speckled night sky for a fluorescent white ceiling. As I undressed in my bathroom, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.
"No wonder she left you, fat bastard," after prolonged eye contact, my foe decided not to respond and I went to bed.
As the New Horizon sailed towards the Canary Islands, anticipation buzzed through the crew. The islands loomed in the distance, their once bustling shores now quiet and desolate. Rising sea levels had forced most of the inhabitants to flee, leaving behind remnants of a old world.
Navigating through the waters surrounding the Canary Islands proved to be trickier than anticipated. The shifting currents and submerged buildings posed a constant threat to our progress. Ben Archer, our skilled helmsman, expertly maneuvered the ship through the treacherous waters, his eyes scanning the sea and skies for any signs of danger.
"Steady as she goes, Helmsman Archer," I called out from the bridge, my gaze fixed on the approaching islands.
"Aye, Capi," Ben replied, his hands steady on the wheel as he adjusted our course.
"Mr. Angelhart, we need to chart a clear path through these waters."
Maxton, ever vigilant as our quartermaster, joined me on the bridge. His sharp eyes scanned the charts, searching for safe passages and potential hazards. "The map has a narrow channel between two of the islands," he remarked, pointing to the map spread out before us. "Its our best bet for a smooth passage."
I nodded in agreement and radioed the control-room, "Archer, prepare to navigate through the channel at 49 degrees. We cant afford any mishaps here."
The crew sprang into action, each member fulfilling their role with precision and determination. The New Horizon glided through the channel, the water calm and welcoming within the protective embrace of the islands. As we emerged on the other side, a sense of relief, like sea-water, washed over the crew.
"The worst is behind us, for now," I said to Maxton, a faint smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "Weve cleared the Canarys. Next stop, the vast expanse of the Atlantic."
Maxton returned the smile, his confidence unwavering. "Well make it across, Capi. The New Horizon won't let us down. And neither will you."
With the Canary Islands fading into the distance behind us, the crew turned their attention to the open ocean all around us. Our journey had only just begun, but with unity, determination, and a touch of luck, we will be ready to face whatever challenges the blue abyss has in store for us.

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There was nothing to the east, there hasnt been for hundreds of years. Ever since the nations of the world decided one of them was getting too big for its bridges and needed to nuked off the Earth. That annihilation also served as a global disarmament of nuclear weapons; they cant use them against each other if theyre all detonated in America.
I would like to consider myself well educated. I understand history and laws and even religion. I understand those three are often not related, but I also know you can study Historical Laws and Religious History and Laws of Religions.
I suppose it was my understanding of these ideas that anointed me to captain the New Horizon on her trek across the globe. The plan was to follow ColumbuS path from over a millennia ago and as long as I can still figure out where the Canarys are supposed to be, we should be alright.
The consequence of World Peace was that wind and water also spent 500 years eating away at every where else in the world. Now its the quest of the New Horizon to sail from Europia to...
whatever awaits us ahead.
"Gud morning, Santago."
"Gud morning. Hows it?"
"Its all gud upstairs, I just came down to see whacha were up to. Missed dinner is all."
"Honestly, Maxton, Im just thinking of the past," I relaxed back into my chair as my mind began to wonder.
Maxton shifted in his place. I am sure he was expecting me to continue, but my thoughts kept forward like a bullet train. Theyd only stop when a station showed up and never before then. Max would have to ask me again to break my trance.
"What about it, capi?" Maxton was a smart guy, he knew me like it was his job. He probably had me organized and itemized like I was a box of boots in the cargo bay.
"The apostrophe."
"The...," a skeptical look screwed his face and his eyes looked at me; searching for a joke in my answer or if I had finally lost my marbles, "The apostrophe, naturally."
"Well, I was thinking about where we are going and how the Americas havent been contacted in 500 years. Lots have changed since then."
"But... the apostrophe, capi?"
"Think about Shakespear. He lived 500 years before we sunk America. If an American met him, theyd say he talked all stupid and run long, right?"
The quartermasters face told me his brain was already predicting where I was going with this, "Id say youre right."
"Isnt it safe to say thats how itll go when we, or if we, meet an American? Wed think they talked all stupid and run long," my heart began to thump with excitement, Maxton understood my ideas better than anyone and when we matched wavelengths, it was extremely thrilling.
"The apostrophe. We dropped those when the keyboards had the key too far to the right. Lazy bastards just figured we were too good for them then," he went on, "I dont even know if the Americans had the internet very long to pick up on stuff like 'cya' or even 'capi'."
"Capi" was a result of the languages of Europia blending together. Most of them had different words for it, but those first quart letters. Well, if youre from the north, it would be "Kapi", but still.
With linguistics wrapping up, Maxton and I discussed the voyage ahead of us. We talked long into the night, walking the length of the New Horizon. Our conversations could range from politics and astronomy to jokes and stories, but they could always run long. We must have been on our 40th lap of the deck when the helmsman approached us.
"Capi Vega, Officer Angelhart," the helmsmans salute was crisp and blended into the rigid steel of the ship.
"At ease, Helmsman," I returned a loose, but respectful salute.
"Sir, I just wanted to inform you that the time is 11:30," he removed a watch from his breast pocket and added, "11:33, sir. Sorry, you were tough to find."
"So it is, Thank you, Ben," I slapped the man on his back jovially, "I suppose it is time I bid you boys a gudnight."
"Thank you, sir," Ben said.
"Keep the ship steady for me, Mister Archer."
"I always will," we shared a smile before a salute returned him to his duty.
I bid Max a gudnight and left the speckled night sky for a fluorescent white ceiling. As I undressed in my bathroom, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.
"No wonder she left you, fat bastard," after prolonged eye contact, my foe decided not to respond and I went to bed.
As the New Horizon sailed towards the Canary Islands, anticipation buzzed through the crew. The islands loomed in the distance, their once bustling shores now quiet and desolate. Rising sea levels had forced most of the inhabitants to flee, leaving behind remnants of a old world.
Navigating through the waters surrounding the Canary Islands proved to be trickier than anticipated. The shifting currents and submerged buildings posed a constant threat to our progress. Ben Archer, our skilled helmsman, expertly maneuvered the ship through the treacherous waters, his eyes scanning the sea and skies for any signs of danger.
"Steady as she goes, Helmsman Archer," I called out from the bridge, my gaze fixed on the approaching islands.
"Aye, Capi," Ben replied, his hands steady on the wheel as he adjusted our course.
"Mr. Angelhart, we need to chart a clear path through these waters."
Maxton, ever vigilant as our quartermaster, joined me on the bridge. His sharp eyes scanned the charts, searching for safe passages and potential hazards. "The map has a narrow channel between two of the islands," he remarked, pointing to the map spread out before us. "Its our best bet for a smooth passage."
I nodded in agreement and radioed the control-room, "Archer, prepare to navigate through the channel at 49 degrees. We cant afford any mishaps here."
The crew sprang into action, each member fulfilling their role with precision and determination. The New Horizon glided through the channel, the water calm and welcoming within the protective embrace of the islands. As we emerged on the other side, a sense of relief, like sea-water, washed over the crew.
"The worst is behind us, for now," I said to Maxton, a faint smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "Weve cleared the Canarys. Next stop, the vast expanse of the Atlantic."
Maxton returned the smile, his confidence unwavering. "Well make it across, Capi. The New Horizon won't let us down. And neither will you."
With the Canary Islands fading into the distance behind us, the crew turned their attention to the open ocean all around us. Our journey had only just begun, but with unity, determination, and a touch of luck, we will be ready to face whatever challenges the blue abyss has in store for us.

Hi there. I’ve been a dm for almost 10 years now and had plenty of horror stories throughout my experience. I’ve always been too nervous to post them out of concern the players from the respective stories might see them, but I finally decided to relive one of the most awful player stories I’ve had to date. Trigger warning for attempted SA in the game. (Long post, TL;DR at end.)
This story took place about 4 years ago. I remember Eberron Rising just recently came out, which is relevant because problem player’s class came from this sourcebook, in the form of Alchemist Artificer. I was running a paid campaign for a group of friends that took place in the forgotten realms. It was a homebrew story that I wrote after getting a general idea from the party on what theme they wanted it.
I ended up making the campaign about the lich Vecna enlisting the help of the party to stop another powerful lich, Acererak, who was once a pupil of the former that now sought to overthrow him. The campaign starts with Vecna resurrecting a group of four renowned warriors from different ages and worlds. They arrive in Faerun in order to be his champions and slay Acererak before he can succeed.
The hook of the campaign is that the four warriors have been resurrected with psuedo-lichdom. They don’t appear undead and seem mortal by all means, but they still have phylacteries housing their souls which are all kept under lock and key in Vecna’s domain. He promises the party that if and when they stop Acererak, he will reward them by fully returning them to life and letting them have a second lease in Faerun to accomplish whatever goals they wish to afterwards.
The playefriends seemed very excited by the premise of the campaign and eagerly worked with me to create their characters. One was a changeling rogue with amnesia, the second was a “chosen one” Paladin that failed to fulfill their destiny, third we had a warlock that now drew his power directly from Vecna in this new pact they forged, and finally we arrive at the problem player: a variant human artificer.
His player is really the only relevant one, so I will just refer to the other three players as rogue, paladin, and warlock. The player’s character seemed normal enough at first: he was a renowned alchemist in his life that specialized in poisons and was seeking to make the ultimate poison that caused “forever sleep”.
The player described it as: “Think of it like the cursed slumber of Sleeping Beauty, except there’s no cure to wake them up.” Ok, a little creepy. But the rest of the players were still extremely solid and, at the time, I still thought his character concept was cool albeit a little weird. He was upfront about the artificer being lawful evil as well, so I felt reassured that he at least knew his motives were questionable. His character’s name was Kill Bosby.
At the time I didn’t look twice at the name, but it will be relevant later on. So, we get session 0 out of the way and next week we officially start session 1. From the get-go, I could tell I would have my hands full with Kill. The other three players were very immersive and deep into the RP, which I still appreciate to this day.
They rarely broke character and kept side discussions at a minimum. Kill however tried to make a joke out of everything. He would constantly slip a word in edge wise at every NPC throughout a quest, and would constantly try to get a laugh out of the rest of the party. Which he did often, to be fair. I remember a few occasions where I told him he would’ve been better suited playing a bard. I could tell the guy was probably the friend group’s resident “class clown”.
A good example of this: there was a time the party was convening with a mummy lord that ruled a sunken kingdom beneath the land of Anauroch. This encounter happened a few sessions into the campaign. He was a close confidant of Vecna, and the party actually sought him out at Vecna’s behest.
The mummy lord was explaining to the party that Acererak was collecting the knowledge and power of lost Netherese magic to create a ritual that could wash away not just Vecna’s divinity, but any other god he so chose. It was a very important dialogue because this was the party’s first exposure into how exactly Acererak was going to try and overthrow Vecna. The end of the conversation went as follows.
Mummy: “I know what Acererak’s next target is. There’s a crashed Netheril enclave with a powerful magical artifact buried within. He will be sending powerful wights there to-“
Kill: “Wait wait wait, whites? Why does it matter what color they are?”
(queue laugh track)
Mummy: “I wasn’t referring to the color of their skin. Rather, specifying that they are a vile and dangerous type of haunted undead warrior.”
Kill: “Now cmon man, just because they’re pale as sheets doesn’t mean they’re ghosts!”
(Badum tiss)
Mummy: “I apologize. I should’ve know better than to try and explain myself to one with meager intelligence such as yourself.”
Kill: “Oh, oh! It’s cause I’m black, isn’t it?”
This, this right here. I can’t tell you how many times he hit an NPC in the world with this one liner. Obviously my problem isn’t with the skin color of his PC, but when he tries to make every serious dialogue encounter with NPC’s into a joke about his character’s race, it gets old really quickly.
I remember he got a couple of halfhearted chuckles from the other players the first few times he ran this one liner, but they quickly stopped reacting at all after it became a repeat occurrence. In fact, in this encounter with the mummy lord, the party kinda ganged up on him and demanded he take the encounter seriously because they needed the mummy’s help.
The mummy had pause in giving them any more information/aid in the face of Kill’s jeering. Remember, this mummy is still a ruling lord of an entire subterranean kingdom and was once a god/pharaoh. He expects full respect and reverence to any mortals that have an audience with him.
The party had to pass a high DC persuasion check to regain his attention, which the paladin barely passed. As soon as the party had him begrudgingly continue explaining the necessary details, guess who decides to put in their two cents again?
Mummy: “The artifact has long since permeated the land with the malevolent magic it is steeped in. The people living above the ruins it dwells in don’t realize it, but it is the cause for all of the misfortune and tragedy that befalls their village. You see, this artifact is putting their-“
Kill: “Wait, wait, wait! You’re telling me this artifact is PUDDING?”
Mummy: (prolonged silence)
Kill: “You should’ve opened with that! I’ve been dying to have some pudding ever since I reincarnated in this awful world!”
Mummy: “…no. Putting, with two t’s. Not the dessert you speak of. It was a verb, if you’d let me finish you would have known that.”
Kill: “Dammit! Don’t get my hopes up and then pull the rug out from under my feet.”
The mummy at this point is furious at the interruptions from Kill. He rises from his throne and screams that he’s had enough. He explains that for the disrespect the party has shown before him, he will not offer them anymore information and that they are banished from his kingdom and forbidden to ever set foot into it again.
The party tries to reason and say that he’s supposed to be a subordinate of Vecna that is obliged to help them, but this only infuriated him more. He was offended by the word subordinate and told them that he was just a trusted ally whom owed a favor to the lich, but that his good will had been consumed by the gaul of Kill. His favor to Vecna would now be him not killing the party where they stood. The party gave up and promised they would leave immediately, but begged him to at least tell them where the Netheril enclave is.
This prompted a persuasion check from the paladin, and he actually rolled a nat 20 plus modifiers. Impressed, I immediately let him know that he succeeded the DC check. Then Kill butts in. The player asks if he can help paladin in order “to make up for him causing the mummy’s temper tantrum”.
Paladin (confused): “Um, no? The dm just said it passed.”
Kill: “No, no. I insist. It’s my fault, I caused this mess in the first place.”
Warlock: “Yeah, we all saw. Paladin is trying to fix your screw up right now so just stay out of this.”
Kill: “I can’t in good conscience do that.”
Kill’s player begins to describe what his character does as the other three party members try to talk over him and urge the narrative along. Rogue says he is going to grab Kill to hold him back and Warlock says he’s going to clap a hand over his mouth to keep him quiet. Contested strength check from Rogue and a dexterity check from Warlock to see if he’s quick enough to stop him before he says something.
Warlock rolled below 10 and I remember Rogue rolled pretty decent, but Kill’s result was higher. Both fails. Kill said that he shrugs off the “concerned kindness” of his friends, and steps forward beside the paladin to help negotiate.
Kill: “Look, this can either go the easy way… or then there’s that other way. How about you tell us that location and then I promise to ignore that not-so-secret threat you just made about sparing our lives?”
I was flabbergasted. I can only assume the rest of the party was stunned in silence too, as no one said anything for a long moment. Mind you, the party was only level 4 at this point and they were facing down a mummy lord as well as his envoy of undead warriors in the room with them. The one who finally broke the silence was Kill’s players when he asked “Soooo, can I roll intimidation?”
Me: “…what? No, the Mummy Lord isn’t swayed by your words at all. In fact…”
I proceed to explain how the mummy lord was about to disclose to the party the enclave’s location because of paladin’s excellent roll, but because of Kill, the Mummy lord instead loses all patience with the party and immediately warps them out of the mummy’s kingdom and to the surface world above. Kill laughs maniacally and starts talking about how the mummy was so scared that he had to run away, meanwhile the other three party members are silent.
I also inform Kill that the mummy lord imparted the pharaohs curse to him because of his disrespect, which is normally only branded upon thieves who steal from the mummy’s tomb/kingdom. The curse made him have disadvantage on all saving throws until it’s removed. This made him laugh even harder for some reason.
I remember we called session there, and afterwards two of the other players messaged me. Paladin messaged me to vent his frustration about how he felt like he couldn’t do anything in the situation and about how mad he was at Kill’s player. Warlock also messaged me (who from what I understood was the main friend who organized this dnd game and sought me out to pay and dm the game for them) to apologize on behalf of Kill’s player and say that he knew he could be rowdy but he’s never seen his friend ruin an entire encounter like this before.
I felt bad and told him it was alright and that it just made things more interesting for the party. I remember for some reason thinking that now, because of the lost pertinent information and the curse put on Kill, it would be a learning experience on why you can’t always goof around in certain encounters. Boy was I wrong.
The game went on and Kill continued to be a class clown every step of the way. I can’t remember every single one of his offenses, but they were all in similar vein to the encounter with the mummy lord. Any time the party talked to a noble, guard, or important quest giver (you know, serious and down-to-business encounters) he would always find some way to make a cringey joke. If he was a bard it would at least make some sense, but he was a got damned alchemist! This guy literally had his dump stat in charisma, -1 modifier! So, not only did his friends and I not find any of his jokes funny irl, but neither did the NPC’s in the world.
I tried to have some talks with him about his character’s behavior, without overstepping too much because of this being a game I was paid to DM, but I always got the obligatory “it’s what my character would do”. I let it rest after a while, and to be fair I had Warlock do a lot of checking on him too during the sessions.
The jokes, however, weren’t the only/most annoying thing Kill did. Every female NPC in this world, I kid you not, Kill tried to hit on at least once. Of course this never went ANYWHERE because of his horrible charisma stat, but it sure didn’t stop him from trying. It took me a while to realize it, but after a good several sessions I started to realize it wasn’t just a coincidence, literally every female npc he had a pickup line for.
I remember even a couple of times I had to stop him because I told him the particular Npc was either underage or was married, etc. To his credit, he usually stopped after the first pickup line when he failed his charisma check and I told him they were not attracted to him. However, there was one NPC that he came back to try his luck on every time he saw her.
The girl in question was the owner and barkeep of the tavern that acted as the home base of the party. It was a homebrewed tavern that I named The Courteous Kobold, and it was on the main road just outside the city of waterdeep. The party got free board there because one of their earliest quests was to help the owner, an elven woman named Rella, rescue her workers which had all been kidnapped.
Long story short, the workers at this tavern were all kobolds which Rella had bought from a slaving operation years ago in Baldur’s Gate. She did so so that they could be paid workers with a safe place to stay at her tavern, instead of being bought by someone else as manual laborers that were worked to death. She treated them all very well, gave them lodgings, and paid them as much as any normal tavern worker would be.
The Kobolds also retained their freedom and could leave at any point should they wish, but they all chose to stay and work at her establishment. (This is important because Kill would make many a slave joke about them in the sessions to come.) The idea for the tavern was a spoof on the maid/butler cafe and the Kobolds all wore very expensive and tailored suit/ties and were very courteous and attentive to the tavern goers. The party ended up liking the tavern so much that they decided to make it their base of operations, since Rella told them that they all had a free room to their name whenever they wanted it.
This soon became a regrettable decision, because Kill relentlessly hit on Rella. Unlike the other female NPC’s where he would always give up almost immediately, every time he laid eyes on Rella the onslaught of pickup lines and compliments would be unleashed. She turned him down every time, with her main reason being that her only true love is the Courteous Kobold tavern and her work. I also had to come up with multiple other excuses throughout the incessant flirting from Kill, such as Rella believing that she’s way too old for him (Kill was already an older guy by human standards, but Rella was a few hundred year old elf). The flirting was annoying, but it was nothing I wasn’t equipped to handle- or so I thought.
Eventually, Kill’s player came to me and asked why he never seemed to have any luck romancing the NPC’s. He asked if romance wasn’t allowed in my games, to which I assured him it was, but that he had a really bad charisma stat and so all his pickup lines fell flat. He said something along the lines of “so, what? I’m just never going to be able to have a love interest in the world?” I told him that wasn’t true, but that he would have to build a genuine bond with someone as opposed to trying a pickup like on every girl he meets to see if he gets lucky.
This seemed incomprehensible to him, he couldn’t seem to fathom that one night stands are going to be hard to come by without high charisma or any CHA-based skill proficiencies. I told him he could always just find a brothel in the game and get his fix that way if he was really that concerned with it, to which he just said “no, I would never pay a b*tch for sex”. His comment really concerned me, but I just kinda closed the conversation soon after that and tried not to think about it.
After that, he never approached me to complain about romance in the game again, and I daresay he even laid off of the flirting with every female NPC a little bit. He still gunned for Rella nonstop, but that I’d come to expect. I remember vividly the session where he finally declared that it was about time he started pursuing his character’s own motive.
Kill began to continue his goal of concocting a poison so potent that it caused an incurable “forever sleep”, or basically a permanent coma. This solicited eye rolls and complaints from the rest of the party, with Warlock in particular giving him the most flack for it. Warlock insisted that they couldn’t pursue any personal agenda until after they’d fulfilled their pact with Vecna, at which point they would get their chance to accomplish whatever goals they had. Kill told the party that he would only research it during his downtime between sessions, which the party was fine with.
From then on, every downtime moment he had would be dedicated to using his poisoner’s kit and herbalism kit to study, concoct, and test different poisons. The rule I had was that he would need either a recipe or a vial of the poison already to be able to make an exact copy of it, otherwise his downtime would yield various poisons that he wouldn’t know the exact effect of. He was fine with this rule and over the course of multiple sessions he began brewing a variety of poisons from the dungeon master’s guide and deepening his character’s understanding of poison.
This arc of his character actually gave me a lot of hope and was the most enjoyment I had playing with his character throughout the course of this campaign. Even the party was hyped for it, especially rogue who was able to use all these poisons to great effect during combat. I was foolish enough to think that maybe his character was actually experiencing character growth and could still have a good plot line.
After I believe the 4th time of him experimenting with poisons, he created an Essence of Ether poison. For anyone who doesn’t know, a creature who breathes in this poison is knocked unconscious for 8 hours if they fail a DC 15 Con saving throw. Kill was elated when he made this poison, because he saw this as a breakthrough in his studies towards making the “forever sleep” poison.
At this point paladin asked Kill what exactly he wanted a poison that could cause someone to go into a permanent coma for. His answer was kinda vague, but he essentially said that “some people deserve a fate worse than death, plus this gives us a method to incapacitate things like gods that are immortal or unkillable”.
I didn’t want to rain on his parade, so I didn’t jump in to tell him that most enemies at the caliber of a god have immunity to poison, I wanted to let him have his moment. Mostly because his passion for this was applaudable by the group and it meant less time from him harassing women or being a wise guy.
Finally, we arrive at the session where everything came to a head and Kill went from being a slightly problematic player to a full blown nightmare. I don’t remember what session we were at, but I remember the party had just reached 9th level. I remember this because Kill had just received his next subclass feature as an Alchemist Artificer, and I planned a little plot point to commemorate it. I decided to throw him a bone and let him have another breakthrough during his downtime with an experimental poison he was crafting, which he used the knowledge of Essence of Ether’s composition as a foundation for.
Once the downtime concluded and I had him roll his DC for the crafting, I informed him he had a major breakthrough and discovered a virulent poison the likes of which has never been seen. He was freaking out and excitedly asking me what it is. I told him that he had discovered a new poison, a brand all his own, that was so powerful that anyone subjected to it which failed a Con DC check of 15 would be unconscious for a full 48 hours. The target also couldn’t be shaken awake. Only a healing spell such as cure wounds or lesser restoration, or a poison antidote, could wake the creature before the 48 hour period. This essentially made it six times more potent than Essence of Ether, and it was a homebrew poison I made specifically for his character.
He was ecstatic about this and began asking me a flurry of questions about it, like its value, name, ingredients, etc. I let him name it and he chose the name NyQuil for it, for whatever reason. While the party and I were discussing it with him, he commented that it still isn’t strong enough to his liking but that at least it shows he’s making progress.
One question he asked me, which I guess should’ve been a red flag but I was blindly having good faith in this player, was whether it was a poison that could be ingested or if it was strictly a poison that needed to be inhaled like the Essence of Ether. I really hadn’t thought about it, so I just told him either one could work. He just said “good to know” and we carried on. The party congratulated him one last time on the discovery, to which he thanked them and said he’d “have to test it out soon”.
The party ordered some breakfast and began discussing their next move. At this point, they discovered that Acererak had made a major move and killed another lich named Szass Tam and assimilated his powesoul into himself. He then subjugated the Red Wizards of Thay that served Szass Tam by convincing them that their patron lich’s powers and will now lived on in him, and that together they will fulfill his vision of dethroning not just Vecna but all of the gods. Acererak is now using the stolen artifact from the Netheril enclave (that the party never found in time) as well as a lost, forbidden ritual to have the wizards of Thay conduct for him and finally steal Vecna’s spark of divinity.
The party’s next move, at the advisory of Vecna, is to venture to Thay and stop the ritual by either stealing the artifact or assassinating the leader of the red wizards to send them into disarray. The party realizes at this point that they will have to venture across the continent to the opposite coast in order to get to Thay, and as such will be leaving their favorite tavern for an indeterminate amount of time. They all get disheartened at this and unanimously decide to throw a big going away party tonight before they leave. So, they do. The party invited all of their favorite memorable NPC’s that they’ve made on the Storm Coast throughout this campaign to the tavern and they have a big going away party.
Throughout the evening everything goes great. The NPC’s reminisced on how the party helped them, while offering them their hopes and prayers that they can stop Acererak and fulfill their mission. Everyone was drinking and being merry, when Kill announced that he’s going to buy everyone a round of the absolute best draft the tavern had to offer.
He asked Rella, flirtatiously, what the best drink the Courteous Kobold had to offer was, and she said it was a keg of a house made Barley based beer that’s finished in oaken whiskey barrels called “Draggin Dragon”. He demanded an overflowing pitcher of that for every patron in the bar. It costed him nearly an arm and a leg, but he had a stockpile of gold from all the poisons he decided to sell so far, so he covered the cost without question.
After everyone had their drink, he asked me if Rella got one as well, to which I said “sure, why not?” He said that’s good, he wanted to make sure the cost covered her drink as well. The other three party members tell me that once they finish their drinks they’re going to go ahead and turn in for the night, having decided that they want to get up early and embark on the long journey across Faerun.
Kill says he’s going to stay behind and revel some more. I roll my eyes and think that he’s probably going to try and flirt with Rella again. I even think for a moment that I may give him a chance to roll and see if he can impress her, given his good behavior lately and how the party wouldn’t see this npc for a long while, maybe if ever again. He does indeed approach Rella, but what he does is the exact opposite.
He asks her if she has any more of the Draggin Dragon left, which he now knows she keeps in the cellar in the back. She says yes, and he asks for another pint of it. The player explains to me that he wants to make a toast with her before his character turns in for the night, in order to toast their success on the mission ahead. He asks if she still has her drink, or if he’ll have to buy her another one, to which I tell him she still does and it appears she hasn’t had much time to sip on it between dealing with serving the others.
So he pays for the drink and she leaves to go fetch it. I remember him asking “did she leave the tavern?” I thought to myself ‘yeah? I just said that’ but still confirmed she did indeed leave to go get the drink. He asks how many patrons are left and if anyone is still partying. Figuring he just wanted to buy the tavern another round of drinks, I decidedly told him that with most of the party’s departure, pretty much all the other NPC’s have left at this point. Those who were still there were blackout drunk on the floor, with the kobolds trying to wake them up to get them to leave. He says “oh, perfect”.
Kill’s player then says, without any hesitation, “I’m going to take out the NyQuil and pour it in Rella’s drink, making sure no one sees me”.
Immediately, the party and I start freaking out and asking this guy what the f he’s doing, after stating his intent to dump the highly effective poison in her drink. He just reiterates that he’s going to do it, and the other three players start asking him wtf is wrong with him. The other players ask if they can stop him, but they’ve all already stated they were going to bed and Kill quickly snaps back with “no! You’re all asleep, stop trying to metagame.”
I ask him what exactly he’s trying to do by poisoning this NPC, that the party all unequivocally likes quite a lot. He just says that he needs to test the poison and make sure that it works. I think at this point the guy is a major asshole who doesn’t care about what his party wants or about the NPC’s in the world, but I’ve always been huge on player agency. So, if he really wanted to do something as evil as poison the tavern keeper here, so be it. He did say from the get-go in this campaign that his character is lawful evil.
I just decide to make the sleight of hand DC check stupid high. The customer NPC’s might all be gone, but the Kobold workers are still there and would very much be watching their boss’ drink/belongings while she’s gone. I have him roll it up and this man rolls me a 26, with the DC I set for this sleight of hand being 25. I at this point realize that he took sleight of hand proficiency with this artificer, and paired with his +4 to dex it let him barely pass this check with a roll of 18. So, he successfully dumps the poisons into the drink and pockets the empty vial without the kobolds noticing.
I’m beyond pissed at this, but I let the roll stand. The other players just repeatedly kept saying “wtf are you doing”, “what is happening”, “knock it off”, etc. I would also like to mention that it hadn’t dawned on me that what this player had done was essentially roofied the NPC’s drink. The thought hadn’t crossed my mind that he could potentially be trying to drug and assault this NPC because, despite all this guy’s faults and annoying behaviors, I never thought he could be capable of doing something so awful.
Rella comes back with his tankard and gives it to Kill, to which he proposes they make a toast. A toast to a successful journey to save the world. She toasts with him and I regrettably narrate as she takes a long sip with him. She sets the mug down and immediately comments that the drink was stronger and more bitter than she remembered it tasting, as I rolled the CON save. This girl is a commoner NPC, she has a +0 to con, the likelihood of her rolling a save is very low. I remember the dice roll to this day: 6. For a moment, I thought of fudging the roll and just saying she passed, but I still genuinely had no inkling as to what his intention was. I truly did believe him when he said he was just testing to see if it worked, and then would laugh like the annoying asshole he is before making his character go to bed. So, I was truthful and said she failed.
I narrate how Rella has a fit of coughing and gets a cold sweat as she starts wobbling on her feet before collapsing behind the bar counter. All the kobolds in the room run to her aid while shouting concerned cries. Sure enough, Kill’s player starts laughing like a jackass while the rest of the party just groans and continues to yell at him. Warlock kept asking if he was happy now and saying how once Rella wakes and realizes what happened they probably won’t ever be allowed back here. Paladin just says that the party should be more concerned on if HE finds out, because it will be PVP on sight.
I ask Kill if he’s done and what he’s going to do now. He says he rushes to the side of the kobolds and tries to help Rella to her feet as he shouts at the Kobolds to back up. The Kobolds angrily ask him what the hell happened and why she suddenly collapsed. He says, “it looks like she had a little too much to drink.”
I immediately tell him to roll deception. His shitty charisma modifier yields him less than 10, I believe it was an 8. The kobolds don’t believe his words and immediately become suspicious. They inform Kill that they will be taking her to her room and one of them is going to depart to go find a doctor in Waterdeep. Kill tells the Kobolds that they can go get a doctor, but that he will take her up to her room because he’s stronger than the Kobolds and he can get her safe in bed easiequicker. The kobolds protest and try to approach him to take Rella from him. He backs up and insists on taking her up. I have him roll persuasion, and he fails.
The kobolds refuse to let him take her and cite his creepy behavior towards their boss as grounds for why they won’t let him. Kill immediately gets angry and says he takes out his quarterstaff to threaten them that he’ll force them out of the way if he has to. “All I care about is getting her to safety!”, he insists. The Kobolds decide to relent to him, but follow him up the stairs to make sure he gets her in bed safely.
Kill brings her upstairs with the Kobolds in suit. Once he gets in her room, he says that he immediately closes the door behind him and locks the Kobolds out. The Kobolds start shouting at him to let them in while banging on the door. Kill explains how he sets Rella down on her bed and shouts at the Kobolds that it’s fine, and that he tucked her in bed. The Kobolds obviously don’t listen and keep demanding that he open the door. Kill then walks over to the door as the kobolds bang on it and casts Arcane Lock on it.
I remember at this point that I began getting extremely worried as to what exactly Kill was trying to pull. I fully anticipated this whole encounter going with him fleeing to his quarters after he administered the poison and acting ignorant the next morning. But now he’s locked himself in Rella’s room, magically blockaded the door, and refused to let her workers by her bedside to ascertain if she’s ok.
Then, Kill goes way too far. He starts narrating how he gets up on the bed with Rella and begins to unbuckle his pants while saying “We don’t have much time.”
The discord voice chat explodes, as I and the other 3 members begin freaking out and asking what the hell he’s doing. He tries to ignore us and just describe how once Kill’s pants are off he’s going to start undressing Rella.
Me: “No. NO! We are not doing this. You said you were just testing the poison, what the actual hell are you trying to do?”
Kill: “Exactly what I said. Test the poison.”
Paladin: “Yeah, fuck no. DM, do I hear the kobolds banging on a door in the hall and shouting?”
Me: “Yes! In fact, the whole party hears this and wakes up.”
The party proceeds to rush out of their rooms, not even taking time to don their armor and just grabbing their weapons. They don’t even waste time with the Rogue trying to pick the lock, Paladin just immediately bashes the door in with his maul and I don’t make him do any rolls. They all see Kill in the bed attempting to take off Rella’s corset.
Kill: “That’s bullshit! I casted Arcane lock and you didn’t even make them roll, it should be almost impossible to get through that door.”
I was worried the party would try to talk the situation out. I can’t tell you how relieved I was when I heard paladin ask:
Paladin: “So, do we need to roll initiative or can I just run up and attack?”
Paladin runs up to Kill and immediately takes two swings, to which Kill tries to use the Shield spell as a reaction- to which I tell him he’s too surprised by the party breaking through the enchanted door to take any actions in the first round of combat.
Kill: “THIS IS BULLSHIT! You are plot armoring them!”
Me: “Are you serious?! You’re damn right I am!”
The party then explains how each of them takes their turns to brutalize him. Paladin pumps the highest level smites he can into his attack, Warlock eldritch blasted him and knocked him off the bed against the wall, and Rogue hid during the chaos and sneak attacked him with a dagger he threw square into his head. Somehow, Kill still barely has some hp.
Kill: “Alright! My turn! I’m going to-“
Me: “Not so fast. The first round isn’t over yet.”
I then describe how all of the Kobolds rush into the room and dogpile Kill. I don’t even roll anything, I just describe how they take advantage of him lying prone on the ground after Warlock’s eldritch blast knocked him off the bed to tear him apart. In a matter of seconds, Kills entire body has been torn limb from limb and lies in a bloody heap on the floor.
Kill’s player goes absolutely ballistic as he demands I roll for the Kobolds, and “how dare I kill him in a cutscene!” I just respond that he only had a few hit points left and with him lying prone there’s no way they wouldn’t have been able to finish him off.
Kill: “I’ve never seen such bs. There’s no way I would’ve been surprised, I knew they were trying to break in. If I had been able to use shield, none of those attacks would’ve hit and I would’ve Merced all of your asses.”
Paladin: “You knew the Kobolds were trying to get in, not us dumbass. I’m also sure Kill wouldn’t have expected his party to immediately beat his ass with no questions asked, but ‘surprise’.”
Warlock: “Seriously, wtf player’s name? You’ve always been a troll but this was too messed up. Why did you try to SA the NPC?”
Kill: “What, you guys don’t get it? It’s all supposed to be a joke.”
(Queue mass confusion and silence from us)
Kill: “You don’t get it? I can’t believe you are all so stupid you still haven’t caught on. I’m BILL COSBY!”
Party & I in unison: “What the fuck???”
Bill(?): “I just swapped the B and C from his first and last name. He was reincarnated from his world to finish his original ‘mission’.”
Me: “Yeah? NO! None of that was in your back story, we did not agree on this.”
Bill: “Yeah I kept it a secret to surprise you. This was supposed to be the big reveal and you guys ruined it.”
We all told him that this wasn’t funny at all, in fact he might’ve just ruined the whole campaign for his whole “joke”. He threw a huge wrench in the story by pulling this right before the party left for this main quest. We called session there, and that night Bill Cosby’s player texted me asking if he could roll a new character.
Hell no.
I remember at the time I was worried because I didn’t know if the party would want to continue the campaign, and if so if they would with the problem player who pulled all this. I knew that if they did want to include him, I would have to step out. I was a little nervous about doing that, considering I was being paid to run this campaign for them. I was also a depressed because I thought the campaign was going well aside from his character’s bs. I was excited to see where it would go next.
Thankfully, Warlock’s player texted me the next morning to let me know that the party wanted to continue playing and, no, they didn’t want problem player to rejoin. Apparently, he had already started talking about a new character to the party in a group chat they had. They all shut him down immediately and told him he wasn’t allowed to come back. Apparently this made him super pissed and he left the gc.
We actually finished the entire campaign. The three of them invited another friend, a girl who rolled up a monk character, about halfway through and she was an absolute joy to have. I actually still dm for that friend group sometimes to this day, not for money anymore just for fun, and we still reminisce about the nightmare that that player was. He actually fell out from the friend group within that same year because of other reasons, which is probably for the best.
I don’t really have a moral for this story other than if you’re going to make a joke character, especially one that has SA as an integral part of their character, tell the dm upfront at the beginning. So at the very least they can shut down the idea from the get-go before you go multiple sessions in and get killed, and kicked from the group. I’ve also been traumatized to the point I always get paranoid whenever I have a PC interested in trying to use poisoners kit, to this day.
TL;DR: Problem player makes his character Bill Cosby and secretly plots for many sessions on how he’s going to make a roofie and SA an NPC character as part of a “joke”.

Heavy european accent makes it really fucking hard to decipher this but i tried

Verse 1

Loathing smiles, drinking while Closed-eyes trying to picture us: Running down, hand-in-hand Yes, still I believed in her

Verse 2

Loving boy, it’s useless now I don’t see why you’re at peace Can’t see sign? Wake up Aim the mirror for the sky Crossing roads and empty streets
-Unintelligible-
Hidden somewhere, hidden deep You can never find it

Chorus

Today, you’ll feel How breaking it feels I’m so angered Your heart is blind
I waste my time I’m sure it’s alright You tried to find Some world where you’re mine

Bridge

A lovely time, it’s alright Write a letter, it’s the truth
Great it feels, not too hard But if I leave, forget all this?
Show me Eden, cover up But in the dark, you’ll be undressed There is nothing truly there
Then life goes by

Chorus 2

Today, you’ll feel How breaking it feels I’m so angered Your heart is blind I waste my time I’m sure it’s alright You tried to find Some world where you’re mine

Chorus 3

Today, you’ll feel How breaking it feels I’m so angered Your heart is blind I waste my time I’m sure it’s alright You tried to find Something in my eyes

This post has been adapted from Eft Universe, written by Sonia Novinsky. It's a long post, but a brilliant case study proving psychotic disorders can in fact be healed.
Jacqueline came to me about 1 year ago. She had been diagnosed as a schizophrenic with auditory hallucinations, depression, and an inability to operate in social environments. Now, the hallucinations are gone and she is well adapted to society. Along the way, many other benefits occurred, including relief from anorexia and the cessation of smoking. Here’s the story.
She arrived in a very depressive state, saying to me: “This is my last chance. And all I can pay is 10 dollars per session.” It was impossible to refuse her desperate appeal for help. She said…
“For 9 years now, since my daughter was born, I am taking Haldol, Prozac and other medications because psychiatrists considered me an incurable schizophrenic patient. I’ve been sleeping most of my daytime during all these years. After a traumatic event when my daughter was born, I fell into a depression. I started listening to Mary’s voice (Jesus’s mother) [diagnosed by her former psychiatrist as an auditory hallucination] and I had some inappropriate behaviours, including a kind of anorexia, with hospitalisation. I heard about your work with energy and I want to try it. I believe that this could help me get rid of medication and my disease. The only reason I don’t kill myself today is because my religion forbids me to do it.”
At the first moment, she told me that she had a supportive husband and parents, and also wonderful children and that made her feel more guilty for being a mentally ill person. She complained of smoking too much, of having difficulty resting and sleeping. She said she was also 30 kg more than her ideal weight, partly because of the antipsychotic medication. During the last 9 years she had been afraid to drive a car; before her crisis, driving was normal for her.
The last psychiatrist she saw was very oppressive, telling her she had an incurable mental illness and would be obliged to take Haldol for the rest of her life. When she arrived at my office, she was very angry with all psychiatrists and therapists who took care of her during all these years. They gave her no hope: just labels and drugs.
Before investigating core issues, I worked for some weeks on our rapport, trying to help her on her self-esteem and trying to develop some trust in our connection. She was very upset with the kind of relationship she had with her psychiatrists and therapists. A hierarchy was always present, and she was the inferior part of it, all the time. Her objections about the treatment were never validated by them.
In this case, it is very important to stress how strong was her intention to get rid of any medication because they condemned her to be out of a normal life.
I will give a summary of the main topics we worked with in EFT. We did EFT hundreds of times. I do a free talk while tapping, in a way that I can’t reproduce here, introducing humour and installing new meanings and possibilities. She was entirely open to working with EFT.
We started working with the most apparent sensation she was having at the moment she arrived. In my experience, you can start with this state, even if it is not a core issue. When this layer is reached, even if you don’t clear it completely, it gives room for the traumatic memories to show up.
Meanwhile, you get the basic trust needed to work deeply. So we started working on her self-image and self-esteem.
While we were tapping, I installed some reframing about how I was one with her, no hierarchy between us, how we were together and no label separating us.
The result was important for the rest of the treatment: She trusted that she was not alone and that I was assuming a strong, deep, and personal commitment with her.
She disclosed that when her daughter was born she was very upset with some events and we tapped on them. The worst one (which launched her first psychotic episode) was her husband’s imposition that his mother should be the godmother of her daughter. When Jacqueline went to see her mother-in-law to invite her, her reaction was very negative. She said: “I accept to be the godmother but I will not receive your family in my house.” This was a traumatic event for Jacqueline.
She felt very unhappy, with no way out, and thus she had her first psychotic attack. She undressed completely at a soccer stadium full of people.
We tapped for this event, and many aspects showed up. We tapped for the shame and guilt of not having control of her behaviour. While she was narrating the event, I tapped on her. This is my preferred way of tapping specific events. This one was a very traumatic event, but finally her husband agreed to her demand that his mother would not do the baptism of their daughter.
Thus she was victorious in some way, but she paid a high price for this “victory”: From this day on, she carried the label of a sick person. Two months later, her mother-in-law died suddenly and that gave Jacqueline the illusion of having a mean power inside her, and that made her still more guilty. In some way, Jacqueline felt she had no control over herself but from another point of view she was afraid of having some extraordinary power.
Jacqueline wanted to drive a car again. She felt ready to try it after clearing her psychotic attack and its consequences*.* So we tapped for the fear of driving, first at my office, then in her car.
Some aspects of her fear were: fear of losing control, fear of hitting the car, fear of hitting some one on the streets, fear of killing someone.
We made a test. We went inside her car and tapped in the car for any aspect, like “heart jumping too fast,” “I am not able to drive anymore,” etc. With me at her side, in the car, she drove the car by herself. After a couple of minutes, she was very calm, driving the car. Since that day she has been driving the car with no problem, with her children. Sao Paulo (my home) has very dangerous and wild traffic. Many normal people don’t drive cars here. But she does it now.
Schizophrenia is caused sometimes by double messages received mainly during childhood. Since her birth we could find many situations where double messages were received. Clearing all these double messages of Jacqueline’s life, from her birth until now, it was essential to allow her to see everything in a different way and to create a more integrated identity.
Jacqueline was the first child. Her father (Italian origin) wanted only a male child. When Jacqueline was born her mother felt in some way not comfortable with the fact that she couldn’t give her husband a boy. At the beginning of her life, Jacqueline felt no holding, no sensation of being desired. Eleven months after her birth, her mother gave birth to a boy who received all the attention of the parents. Jacqueline was most of the time with a single aunt that had a strong passion for a Catholic priest at that time.
We tapped for all events and sensations Jacqueline could remember that were related to this belief of not being wanted, of not deserving love, of being guilty for not being the boy her parents were waiting for. The strategy Jacqueline found was trying to persuade her father that she was good enough like a boy would be, and to do so she became too close to him and that made her mother very jealous and ambivalent toward her.
Investigating it more, I discovered that when Jacqueline had her crisis, after the birth of her daughter, she was feeling guilty and not deserving of having two healthy children, a boy and a girl. This was connected with a specific and important event that we addressed in each detail.
When she was 18 years old, she was dating her future husband and she got pregnant. As she was very religious and she wanted to become a mother, she didn’t want to get an abortion. But her husband, Leo, said that he would stay with her only if she got the abortion.
She postponed it as much as she could. She felt under a big pressure. She didn’t want to lose Leo and didn’t want to lose her child. She talked with her parents and they agreed with the abortion. So she did it. It was a very traumatic event for her. She felt guilty for the abortion, felt enraged with Leo, who didn’t go with her to the clinic, and felt very uncomfortable with her father. After the abortion, he was very critical of her. Their parents were supportive on one side, but on the other they were very severe and full of deception.
We tapped for each aspect of this event: the blood she saw, the place where she lay down, the light of the room, the questions the doctor asked her, the ambivalent sight of her mother, the feeling of abandonment because Leo was not there, the guilt of killing a 4-month-old fetus.
We discovered that her anorexia was connected with the blood she saw at the abortion. From that day, she started feeding herself in a more balanced way and started losing the extra weight she had at the beginning of the treatment.
We could see at that moment how the mother-in-law event triggered the abortion trauma, guilt, and anger. When her husband made this second imposition to her, “My mother will baptise my daughter,” she fell apart and collapsed. From that day, she started hallucinating and having inappropriate behaviours. One manifestation of this behaviour was a passion for a Catholic priest (like her dear aunt in the past), who held her in a compassionate way at the church.
In my point of view, the main issue for Jacqueline was not being held since the beginning of her life, and this fact was repeated many times, maybe because the writings on her walls were like these: “I don’t deserve to be loved, I don’t deserve to be held, there is something wrong with me, I should be different to be accepted, I am inappropriate, I have some strange powers that can harm people, etc.”
What was interesting is that when we cleared all aspects of the guilt of the abortion, including the guilt of having healthy children and the guilt of being alive (she used to talk of suicide as a self-punishment), that same week her anxiety stopped, her voice became more calm, and she stopped smoking.
I think the most important piece of this therapy was the possibility she opened for me to have a deep rapport with her while tapping. She started believing that she was a person, not a sickness, and as far as this occurred, her own family started to legitimate her as a mother, a professional, and a complete human being. She felt the self-confidence to restart her professional life. For 10 years her family and Leo’s family considered Leo the best husband, almost an angel, and Jacqueline was the crazy one, the problem. The whole system around her changed when she changed.
Some months ago she gave me a long written testimony (in Portuguese), about her issues and her treatment, confirming some of the results I have written here. Her intention was to help other people who could profit from her experience. On one of the last days, she completed the testimony verbally. I quote her words:
“For the first time in my life I feel peace in my heart. I have difficulties with my son and with my husband, but they don’t disturb my peace. I want to live like a normal woman and like a helper, for this I am praying and serving as a volunteer in a hospital.
“For the first time people trust me again. I was elected to the directory board of my club, and possibly I will be a candidate for a public position in the near future. I am free from the obsession for the priest. I know it because I went to see him in the church and could see him only as the priest he is. I don’t need smoking or the voices I used to listen to. I can remember the abortion without guilt. I couldn’t have a child for myself at that moment. I feel free from the double messages my husband used to send to me all the time, saying he loved me but excluding me from his life and problems and pleasures. I feel ready to take care of myself, and to take care of my children. I am living each day, not anticipating the worst like I used to. The pressure I felt in my heart is gone. I feel as healthy as anyone in this life, even if I need therapy for some more time.”
In conclusion, I think that what was decisive was EFT plus the holding she felt because I could accept, without any judgment, her passion and fantasies for the priest, her wish to die, and her fear of getting crazy, and her deep pain out of any category or classification that could separate us.

I apologize. This will be long. We're not seeking medical advice. I have an appointment with a pediatrician to discuss getting a referral to a developmental center for evaluation. I guess I just need to vent my concerns and worries. I'm on mobile, so I apologize for any formatting issues.
My husband (28M) and I (27F)often described our son (2.5) as a feral cat, he'd much rather be seen from a distance than touched, from the time he was a year old. Once he warmed up to an adult, then he was sweet as can be and is very affectionate. He'll pass out all sorts of hugs, kisses, cuddles, and face touching with lots of eye contact. He's never been interested in other kids. He won't play with other kids or allow them in his personal space. He's not mean about it or a bully, at least according to his teachers, he would rather be in his own world or hang out with an adult. So much so that he will resort to hitting if he can't get away from his classmates. We have a 2 month old, and he has yet to get closer than 2 feet to her. If you place her near him, he will cry and run. We don't push it, but everyone in our lives is surprised he hasn't "cracked" yet and at least attempted to touch her or sit next to her.
Around 12 months old, I noticed his speech slowly regressed. He went from saying multiple words clearly to eventually nothing by 18 months. He wouldn't even babble and would go days not even making a sound. We read no less than 5 books a day (he LOVES books), used sign language, and we talked to him/ tried to make conversation pretty regularly, and it didn't seem to matter. It concerned me, and family and friends all said he'd have to talk eventually and that it wasn't a big deal. According to my MIL, my husband didn’t speak until he was in kindergarten and figured my son was the same way. Eventually I begged the pediatrician for a referral for a speech evaluation and hearing test, as I'm very aware of the benefits of early intervention, which resulted in a speech delay diagnosis, and allowed us to get him into speech therapy twice a week at his daycare. He babbles all the time and can say 3 words now, thankfully. He's been in speech for about 10 months now. While we couldn't get his hearing test done, the evaluator said she knows he can hear us, due to his body language when we say his name or talk to him, but is choosing to ignore us.
I've always thought my son was a little different but in some ways also a typical toddler. I swear he survives off of water, dairy products, bread, eggs, and Bluey. In no certain order. He definitely has food preferences, and certain food textures are a no-go. The list of foods he does like has gotten smaller and smaller. We still try to offer him a variety which consists of what we're eating plus one item we know he'll eat. No luck, but we'll keep going. We don't draw attention to foods, force, beg, or make him a separate meal with only things he'll eat. When he doesn't eat something and gets up from the table, we just trash it and put the plate away. Recently his speech therapist observed him during breakfast at daycare and saw how intense his preferences can be, going as far as to get crumbs off the floor, out of the dust pan, or trash if it's something he likes and he's still hungry. To curve the behavior, because obviously it's gross and we don't want him sick from it, the facility has allowed me to bring him his favorite cereal so they can give that to him in addition to breakfast if he's still hungry or to at least keep him in his chair while his classmates finish.
He has intense meltdowns. Not tantrums. Meltdowns. And "intense" was the word his daycare director used to describe them recently when she called to originally discuss my son's eating habits at daycare and I happened to ask if there was any other concerning behaviors. I guess sometimes it's bad enough that they have to pull him from class and into the director's office until he settles, which was news to me. She did say it has been a few weeks since they've had to do that. It can be anything, for the most part, that sets him off. The vehicle stops moving, and he will thrash in his car seat and try to throw himself around in it. At home, he'll grab anything he can and throw it until it breaks, then proceed to get more upset and find the next item. We typically know it's coming and get things out of his reach, leaving him with items that are safe to throw around. He'll throw himself into furniture and onto the ground. If you try to talk to him or touch him during it, it makes it 10x worse and essentially starts the fit over. We don't allow him to hit us or throw things at us and he knows we will get up and leave the area if he tries, so he doesn't bother to do either. We've resorted to ignoring it and waiting it out, even if it's 30 minutes. The longest meltdown I've seen was an hour. We will sit next to him or in the same room and let him lose it until he settles himself down/gets tired. Really I just hold space for him and try to demonstrate being calm, no matter how stressed out i feel during it. Sometimes my husband will try to distract him from it, because he can't stand to hear him cry and scream, but mainly I'm the one who deals with it. Once he's done, we'll try to have a talk about it with him but I'm not sure he even understands. But I keep trying. I feel like we're doing the best we can, but most of the time I feel lost. He's strong-willed and assertive, and I never want to dim his personality, but maybe reel it in sometimes.
He loves his books, got a huge bookcase dedicated to his collection, magnetic tiles that he stacks in rows, cars that he likes to watch the wheels roll or check out its parts, and whatever little treasures he finds. He has to have his hands full at all times. At daycare he seeks out Mr. Potato Head's parts and carries them in his hands all day. For 8 hours. Will absolutely not set it down. He does the same thing with straws, rocks, or sticks. He kinda picks an item everyday as his favorite treasure and that's that. One day he had a broken piece off of a toy and wouldn't let it go for 48 hours. I finally snuck it away while he was getting undressed for a bath. He doesn't pretend play or play with toys in the traditional sense. He likes to carry them around and that's about it.
With all these little quirks in mind that I already knew of and with his daycare administrators becoming concerned enough to call me to discuss his odd behaviors, I decided it was time to reach out to professionals and make sure we're not missing something. The daycare teachers will keep a journal of any behaviors I should be aware of, but they felt a trip to the ped may be a bit soon. I disagree and would rather be told I'm just a silly new mom than push issues off. I truly hope he's just a typical picky eater with big feelings, and I'm just looking into it too closely. At the same time, if he receives a diagnosis of something, like Autism for example, I want to be able to gather all the tools I can to help him thrive and cope. He's brave, independent, loving, and silly, and he'll always be my perfect little boy. I just don't want to leave any stones unturned if it means it can benefit him.
I hope someone out there can relate. Maybe offer a pat on the back or solidarity. We see the pediatrician tomorrow and hopefully a trip to the developmental center soon.

Ok, I (f/22) don’t really know how to word this, but I’m often finding myself gawking and starring at women’s bodies I see in public or work. I don’t think its sexually motivated, I’m a virgin and don’t think I’m lesbian. Its more like jealousy I think.
I was quite overweight in my youth. With 19 my highest weight were 216 pounds at 5‘3. After graduating I got a service job and lost a good junk of weight in the last 3 years, now hovering about the 140 mark. Generally you can say that I’m a lot happier and healthier at this weight, however I can also admit that the way that got me here wasn’t the best and I think I’m sliding near an ED or at least quite disordered thoughts. But I think I am at the healthiest in my life, but the feeling pretty thing is the other thing.
Every time I see one of these teenage girls with a perfect figure rocking a crop top and showing up their flat stomachs I get this feeling of…..like jealousy and loss. I know I’m still a few pounds from my dream weight but even now I have loose skin. Or at least thinking it’s loose skin, depending on the way I sit my legs can look twice as wide. I will never have a flat stomach. I don’t even want a six pack, just something that can comfortably look good in a bikini without all this hanging skin reminding me of what once where. My boss is this slender beautiful women and I sometimes just catch myself looking at her ass. I was at a cafe today and the table in front of me had this beautiful girl with smooth skin and I looked at her exposed midsection and just felt so pervy. I see lots of women were I work of all shapes and sizes and am sometimes so amazed at how beautiful some of them look. I just look at them and think about how pretty they are and how much prettier in comparison to me.
I just watch those teen girls with their flat stomachs and thin legs living live and celebrating with all their friends and I feel, like jealous and mad at myself and grief the youth I somehow missed, and still wish to relive or even start with 22. I just….feel like I lost so much „life“ because of this weight, and the fact that I wasn’t „conventionally attractive“ in my youth. I was quite introverted, didn’t have many friends (who wouldn’t use me or drop contact the second we ended school) and never started dating boys because I just didn’t know how to start and no one would find me cute. If it were my looks or my lacking social skills we will never know. I never got the feeling that people hated me being fat, but of course I noticed how all the other girls were more successful and happier. Of course I want love, but dread the first time I have to undress in front of my partner and show them my sagging boobs, hanging belly and jiggly ass. I like my body and what I can do (I ran my first half marathon last summer) and how long I had to work and sweat to somehow shape him how I wanted to but also know I will never compare to someone who was skinny their whole life.
I just think about that every time I see a thin beautiful girl. I don’t stare for minutes on end, it’s just a few glances or I’m serving them and stay just a second too long and think about all this stuff. I don’t think anyone noticed it ever. I don’t know if someone would even bring it up. If it would even be a problem if a young girl would do such things and not a 'gross old man‘ but of course I know it isn’t right morally. I shouldn't just objectifiy them, even if it's just in my head.
Of course I know that 'young women getting influenced by social media to compare themselves with supermodels and photoshoped pictures‘ isn’t a new thought, but I don’t really use social media and all those women I see are IRL, so they really look that great. And yes I know they aren’t the majority of people I see, but the ones that stick out, stick out.
I don’t know maybe some of you can relate with this. Maybe I feel the same most women feel. Maybe I am a freak. Maybe I just don't have a good friend to tell this. Maybe I just want to have someone who could tell me how pretty I really am. Maybe I need someone who can tell me my looks wouldn’t even matter. Maybe I’m just lonely and wanted to tell this someone. Thanks for reading.

This is the list that I wrote for the 113 inmates executed by the state of Virginia, from the 1976 Gregg national reinstatement of the death penalty to the state abolishing it in 2021. For the sake of clarification, the dates given here are an approximate timeframe of the offender's earliest known criminal activities to their executions. Many of the crimes surveyed here are also extremely horrific, and the gory details are discussed in my descriptions. Please read at your own risk.
Unfortunately, as with Missouri, the list exceeds the maximum 40,000 character count Reddit allows for submissions, and thus I had to split it into two separate posts. Here is the link to part 2 of this list.
The 113 executed offenders:
1. Frank Coppola (~1960s-1982, electric chair): Coppola, his wife, and two other accomplices hatched a plan to rob Payton Wetchell, a 55 year old car dealer, at his home. One of the accomplices posed as a delivery girl, and lured Payton's wife, 51 year old Muriel, out by ringing the doorbell. The group then forced themselves inside at gunpoint and tried extorting from her valuables though beatings. Mariel’s head was slammed against the door numerous times, and she ended up dying from suffocating on her vomit and a brain hemorrhage. When Peyton arrived at the scene, he was beaten as well. Although he survived, the treatment for the fractures required Peyton to have a steel plate grafted on his forehead, and he took his own life about a decade after the incident. The Coppolas and their accomplices made off with $3,000 and 3 rings. Coppola was a career burglar, and lost his job as a policeman for failing to report inmate abuse. His execution caused some controversy, as a witnesses described Coppola's legs catching fire during the electrocution.
2. Linwood Briley (~1971-1984, electric chair): In 1971, at the age of 16, Briley killed his neighbor, 57 year old Orline Christian, in a sniper attack from his bedroom window while she was laying clothesline. He escaped prosecution by convincing authorities that it was an accident. 8 years later, Briley went on a rape and robbery spree with two of his brothers (including James) and another accomplice. They murdered anywhere between ~12-21 males and females in their attacks. Their means of killings were very diverse and circumstantial, and completely indiscriminate on who they killed. The eldest known victim was 76 year old Mary Gowen, whom they raped and shot to death, while their youngest was 5 year old Harvey Barton, who was shot dead after the gang gang-raped and murdered his pregnant mother, 23 year old Judy. Some like, 17 year old Christopher Philips had his head crushed with a concrete block, a few others like 62 year old Mary Wilfong were beaten to death with baseball bats, and 59 year old Charles Garner was fatally stabbed with scissors and a fork. Almost all the victims were murdered in their homes, but some were attacked at their jobs. While on death row, Briley and James escaped with 4 other inmates, but were recaptured after a 3 week long manhunt.
3. James Briley (~1970s-1985, electric chair): He was one of Linwood Briley's brothers, and he assisted in him in the robbery, rapes, and murders of at least 12 to 21 people. As previously mentioned, Briley and Linwood broke out of prison on death row with several other inmates, and were all recaptured within weeks after their escape.
4. Morris Mason (~1960s-1985, electric chair): Mason broke into the homes of two elderly women, 86 year old Ursula Stevenson and 71 year old Margaret Hand. In both attacks, the victims were raped, beaten with an ax handle, bound and nailed to chairs, and burned alive when he set their houses on fire. He also attacked a pair of sisters, who were 12 and 13 years old, in their home. The 13 year old grabbed a gun from their father’s closet for protection, but Mason wrestled the gun away, and shot her instead. She survived with crippling injuries. Mason then kidnapped the 12 year old, took her to a nearby forest, and sodomized her. He covered the girl with leaves, lit them on fire, but she survived with only minor burns to her hair and shirt. Mason was also responsible for several burglaries during his crime spree, and was convicted several previous times for arson attacks. Authorities believe that Mason was committing acts of arson since his childhood. His execution sparked some controversy, due to him allegedly having a cognitive disability.
5. Michael Smith (~1970s-1986, electric chair): Smith kidnapped 35 year old Audrey Weiler while she was walking from a beach. He dragged her into a forest and raped her. During the sexual assault, Smith stabbed Weiler and drowned her in a nearby river. At the time of the attack, Smith was a sex offender with a rape conviction, and had reoffended against Weiler only months after his release from prison.
6. Richard Whitley (1980-1987, electric chair): Whitley went to the home of his occasional employer, 63 year old Phoebe Parsons, to vent about his broken marriage. As they were conversing, he stabbed Parsons to death. During the attack, he sodomized Parsons with an umbrella, and engaged in sex acts with her body. He then sacked the home of any valuables, stole her car, and fled to Florida.
7. Earl Clanton Jr. (~1971-1988, electric chair): At the age of 17, Clanton killed an unidentified woman in circumstances largely undisclosed beyond it being a robbery. Although Clanton was given a 26-28 year sentence, he was paroled 8 years later. A year after his release, he strangled a neighbor, 38 year old Wilhemina Smith, during a robbery of her home. He also had a malicious wounding conviction when he badly injured a teenage boy with brass knuckles, and his mother had made complaints of him stealing money from her. However, Clanton claimed that she faked her complaints in retaliation for him refusing a sexual relationship with her. Clanton also took part in the mass prison escape orchestrated by the Briley brothers, but was recaptured with them.
8. Alton Waye (1977-1989, electric chair): Waye invaded the home of 61 year old Lavergne Marshall, and stabbed her 42 times. He then raped Marshall and poured bleach on her body.
9. Richard Boggs (1984-1990, electric chair): After Boggs killed an unidentified man in a hit and run accident, he rushed to the home of his neighbor, 87 year old Treeby Shaw. When she offered him tea, Boggs hit her in the head with a steel object, and stabbed her to death with a butcher knife. He stole some silver from the home, which was discovered by investigating police officers in his car. On an unrelated side note, Boggs' older brother was shot dead by police during a car chase some years after his execution.
10. Wilbert Evans (~1964-1990, electric chair): While incarcerated for a robbery in North Carolina, Evans was transferred to Virginia to testify at a murder trial. While being transported in a prison van, he decided to take the opportunity to escape, and seized a gun from one of his escorts, 47 year old William Truesdale. Truesdale was shot dead during the struggle and Evans used the gun to destroy his handcuffs. Although he managed to jump out of the van, Evans was cornered by police officers only a few blocks away, and was recaptured followed a bungled suicide attempt. Evans had an extensive criminal history, and was convicted of robbing a gas station at the age of 18. During his time on death row, he protected staff members held hostage from being raped and abused by the Briley brothers during their attempted escape. His execution caused some controversy, as blood was observed coming out of his blood, nose, and eyes during the fatal shocks.
11. Buddy Justus (1978-1990, electric chair): Justus abducted and raped 3 women, 32 year old Rosemary Jackson, 21 year old Stephanie Hawkins, and 21 year old Ida Moses, and shot them to death. He was charged with a 4th murder, as Moses was pregnant and her unborn child also died in the attack. In two of his known murders, Justus was assisted by an 18 year old man that he befriend after he picked him up hitchhiking. He also received several life and death sentences in the states of Georgia and Florida.
12. Albert Clozza (1983-1991, electric chair): Clozza snatched 13 year old Patricia Bolton while she was walking home from a bookmobile. He dragged the girl into a forest and sodomized her with a twig. She was also severely beaten in the attack, and the corner's report mentioned that Bolton was "asphyxiated by her own blood."
13. Derrick Peterson (1982-1991, electric chair): During a holdup of a grocery store, Peterson shot and killed the manger, 45 year old Howard Kauffman. He then ran off with thousands of dollars worth in checks and cash.
14. Roger Coleman (~1977-1992, electric chair): Coleman tricked his sister-in-law, 19 year old Wanda McCoy, into letting him inside her house. He then raped and stabbed her, and she was nearly decapitated in the attack. A long standing sex offender, Coleman was convicted of raping a woman in her home a few years prior to McCoy's murder, and had exposed himself to two other women just before the killing. Unfortunately for him, one of the women happened to be an artist, and she drew a sketch that enabled the police to identify him for the murder. Despite his past offenses, Coleman had a strong following for his innocence among the anti death penalty crowd. A notion that was debunked following a 2006 DNA test that concluded his guilt.
15. Edward Fitzgerald Sr. (1980-1992, electric chair): Out of fear of her being a police informant, Fitzgerald abducted his drug dealer, 22 year old Patricia Cubbage. He raped and stabbed her 184 times, and reportedly carved a "tick-tack-toe design" into Cubbage's back.
16. Willie Jones (1983-1992, electric chair): Jones tricked the parents of an acquaintance, 78 year old Myra and 80 year old Graham, into letting him inside their house by pretending to be an undercover cop searching for missing children. He shot and killed Graham, tied up and gagged Myra, locked her in a closet, and stole their entire life savings (which amounted to $30,000). To destroy any evidence of his crime, Jones set the house on fire. Myra, who was still tied up and trapped in her closet, was burned alive. Jones was also one of the inmates that escaped from death row with the Briley brothers, but was recaptured weeks after the breakout
17. Timothy Bunch (1982-1992, electric chair): Bunch, a then active service Marine, was dating Su Cha Thomas, a 40 year old South Korean immigrant. Believing that Thomas was too much like his “slut” ex wife, Bunch decided that he wanted to rob and kill her. He tricked Thomas into letting him inside her home with the promise of a date. She was shot in the head and Bunch hung the body to a closet doorknob with a scarf. Bunch then ransacked the home, and stole a watch, diamond ring, and a pearl necklace. According to investigators, he confided in them that he had an orgasm while robbing and murdering Thomas. After the killing, Bunch was deployed to Japan, but extradited back to Virginia to face trial for Thomas’ murder.
18. Charles Stamper (1978-1993, electric chair): While robbing a restaurant that he worked at, Stamper shot and killed three of his co workers, 43 year old Agnes Hicks, 35 year old Franklin Cooley, and 20 year old Steven. He stole a total of $4,000 in the robbery. On death row, Stamper was attacked by fellow death row inmate Lem Tuggle for allegedly being a snitch. The assault left him permanently paralyzed, which made his execution somewhat controversial.
19. Syvasky Poyner (~1970s-1993, electric chair): Poyner shot and killed 5 females, 72 year old Louise Paulett, 45 year old Joyce Baldwin, 44 year old Carolyn Hedrick, 43 year old Chestine Brooks, and 17 year old Vicki Ripple during a two week long robbery spree. He directed his attacks towards beauty parlors, supermarkets, ice cream shops, and motels. A life long career criminal, Poyner had several auto theft, forgery, and burglary convictions, and his earliest date back to when he was 14 years old.
20. Andrew Chabrol (1991-1993, electric chair): Chabrol, a Navy serviceman, made unwanted advances on a fellow married sailor, 27 year old Melissa Harrington, and refused to back down despite repeated rejections. Harrington filed sexual harassment charges, and Chabrol was dismissed from service following an investigation. Angered by the loss of his career and her rebuffing his advances, Chabrol kidnapped Harrington from her home with the help of a friend, and tied her to his bed. He then raped and strangled her to death. The case attracted outcry years later when it was discovered that Chabrol and Harrington’s remains were buried in close proximity to each other in the Arlington cemetery.
21. Joe Wise (1983-1993, electric chair): Wise abducted 45 year old William Ricketson during a robbery. He beat and shot his captive in the eye and chest, dumped him in a water hole used for an abandoned power plant's lavatory, and drove off with his truck. Although Ricketson survived the shooting, he drowned in the hole.
22. David Pruett (~1975-1993, electric chair): In 1975, Pruett fatally stabbed his co worker, 22 year old Debra McInnis, while robbing a restaurant they worked at together. As the investigators weren't able to solve the McInnis murder, Pruett remained a free man. 11 years later, he tied up his friend's wife, 35 year old Wilma Harvey, in the couple's home while her husband was out of town. He raped Harvey, stabbed her 29 times and slit her throat, ransacked the house for any valuables, and stole an undisclosed amount of money. Pruett was also tried and sentenced for an unrelated rape incident alongside Harvey and McInnis' murders.
23. Johnny Watkins Jr. (1983-1994, electric chair): Watkins gunned down two store clerks, 41 year old Carl Buchanan and 22 year old Betty Barker, during a week long robbery spree. In the robberies that killed Buchanan and Barker, Watkins stole a combined total of $125. His brother Ronald was also executed for an unrelated robbery murder [for more details, please see section 49 on Ronald Watkins].
24. Timothy Spencer (~1980s-1994, electric chair): Spencer broke into the residences of at least 5 women and girls, 44 year old Susan Tucker, 35 year old Debbie Davis, 32 year old Susan Hellams, 32 year old Carolyn Hamm, and Diane Cho, a 15 year old South Korean immigrant, and raped them. All the verified victims were strangled to death with ligatures and ratchets. Another man was falsey convicted of Hamm's murder, but was cleared of guilt in a 1989 DNA test. The falsely accused man was one of the first inmates to be exonerated using DNA testing, while paradoxically Spencer was the first serial killer to be convicted with DNA evidence. Spencer also had a history of burglaries before his killing sprees.
25. Dana Edmonds (1983-1995, lethal injection): During a robbery of a grocery store, Edmonds tied up a grocer, 62 year old John Elliott. He bashed Elliot's head with a brick, stabbed his neck, and took $40 from the register.
26. Willie Turner (~1970s-1995, lethal injection): In 1978, Turner shot and killed W. J. Smith, a 54 year old jeweler, during a jewelry store robbery. A few years prior to Smith's murder, Turner had killed an unidentified inmate in largely undisclosed circumstances while serving time for a malicious wounding conviction, but was let out on parole. While on death row, Turner took part in the Briley brothers led breakout, and made several escape attempts on his own. In one incident, Turner pretended to have smuggled a gun in his cell, and used the hoax to make threats against the prison staff.
27. Dennis Stockton (~1950s-1995, lethal injection): 18 year old Kenneth Arnder allegedly crossed a dealer during a drug deal. The dealer retaliated by paying Stockton $2,000 to kill him. Stockton lured Arnder in his car with the promise of driving him to safety, and shot the youth in the eyes. He cut the hands off his body to prevent identification and dumped it in a remote North Carolinan forest. Stockton had a long criminal history since he was a teenager, which included several convictions of arson, safecracking, drug dealing, and weapons possession charges. Police also found dismembered body parts kept in a jar in his home, but Stockton claimed that it was simply a gift given to him by a biker gang, and he only kept the remains to show off at parties.
28. Mickey Davidson (1990-1995, lethal injection): Davidson’s wife, 36 year old wife Doris, made a decision to leave him for her ex husband. In a jealous rage, he beat her and her two daughters, 14 year old Mamie and 13 year old Tammy Clutterback, to death with a crowbar.
29. Herman Barnes (1984-1995, lethal injection): Barnes held up a grocery store at gunpoint, and shot and killed the owner, 72 year old Clyde Jenkins. Mohammad Afifi, a 42 year old Palestinian immigrant that worked as the store’s clerk, was also gunned down when he came to his boss’s aid.
30. Walter Correll Jr. (1985-1996, lethal injection): Correll and two accomplices ambushed, carjacked, and kidnapped 24 year old Charles Bousman Jr. after they motioned him to stop on a remote highway. After they stole his rings and watch, they beat and stabbed Bousman to death, dumped his body in a nearby forest, and drove off with his car. His execution was a source of contention, as Correll's supporters and attorneys assert that he was an intellectually disabled man set up by his accomplices for lesser sentences.
31. Richard Townes Jr. (~1970s-1996, lethal injection): Townes shot a clerk, 32 year old Virginia Goebel, in the head while robbing a grocery store, and stole $183 from the register. He had a long history of violent robberies, and had shot and wounded a taxi driver after holding him hostage for 6 hours several years before Goebel's murder.
32. Joseph Savino III (~1980s-1996, lethal injection): After he was released on parole from an armed robbery conviction, Savino beat his boyfriend, 64 year old Thomas McWaters, to death with a hammer in their home. According to Savino, McWaters was pressuring him for sex, and threatened to have his parole revoked if it was withheld.
33. Ronald Bennett (1985-1996, lethal injection): Bennett broke into the home of Anne Vaden, a 28 year real estate agent. After he tied Vaden up, Bennett beat, strangled, and stabbed her to death. One of Vaden's rings was stolen in the robbery, and he gave it to his wife. The murder was left cold for a year, but was solved when Bennett's wife drunkenly confessed her husband's deeds to a friend while showing off the ring.
34. Gregory Beaver (~1980s-1996, lethal injection): After Beaver escaped from a Maryland rehab center, he went on a rampage that involved stealing a car and storming a restaurant his stepfather owned to rob and assault him. While speeding away from the scene with a hitchhiker he picked up, Beaver was pulled over by Leo Whitt, a 49 year old state trooper. In the scuffle that broke out, Beaver shot and killed Whitt. The hitchhiker then tricked Beaver into stopping at a nearby restaurant, and he used the payphone to call the police on him. Beaver previously had 10 unspecified felony convictions, which was why he was placed by his family in the Maryland rehab center.
35. Larry Stout (1987-1996, lethal injection): Stout assaulted a dry cleaning store with a knife, slashed the throat of the owner, 40 year old Jacqueline Kooshian, and stole $1,200.
36. Lem Tuggle Jr. (~1971-1996, lethal injection): In 1971, Tuggle raped and fatally strangled 16 year old Shirley Brickey, and was given a 20 year sentence for it. He was released from prison after serving 10 years. Two years after his release, Tuggle lured 52 year old Jessie Havens from a dance hall, and then raped and shot her to death. On death row, he participated in the mass escape orchestrated by the Briley brothers, and paralyzed the above mentioned Charles Stamper for allegedly being an informant.
37. Ronald Hoke (1985-1996, lethal injection): Hoke forced his way inside the home of 56 year old Virginia Stell, a woman he met at a bar. He raped and stabbed her to death with a knife taken from the kitchen, and stole some medication from Stell's purse.
38. Michael George (1979-1997, lethal injection): In 1979, George lured 9 year old Larry Perry from his grandparents' home, and shot the boy dead after raping him. As the body was never found and the prosecution couldn't disprove his claims of it being an accidental killing, George was able to secure an involuntary manslaughter plea deal from the courts, and was released within two years for good behavior. After his release, he molested several teenage boys, and expressed fantasies about them being sexually tortured by "evil creatures" in the forest in his written works of fiction. In 1990, George made his fantasies a reality when he ambushed and abducted 15 year old Alexander Sztanko while the boy was ridding a motorbike. He shackled Sztanko to a tree, sodomized him with a stun gun, sliced pieces of his skin with a machete, shot him in the head, and stole his motorbike. Other teenage boys in the area also reported being assaulted in the same manner as Sztanko by a “Rambo like” camouflaged assailant. Although it is strongly believed that George was responsible for the attacks, he wasn't convicted of them.
39. Coleman Gray (1985-1997, lethal injection): Gray kidnapped 49 year old Richard McClelland while robbing a store he managed. He forced McClelland to collect over $12,000 in cash, drove his captive to a remote dirt road, and shot him six times in the head.
40. Roy Smith (1988-1997, lethal injection): Smith got into a violent argument with his wife in their home, and the neighbors called the police on him. He fired on the responding officers, and killed John Conner, a 38 year old sergeant. The remaining officers managed to subdue him after a brief standoff and physical struggle.
41. Joseph O'Dell III (~1958-1997, lethal injection): O'Dell was condemned for the abduction, rape, and strangulation murder of 44 year old Helen Schartner. She was last seen leaving from a night club, and her body was found near a beach. His execution was controversial, as O'Dell had a massive support base who believed in his innocence. The circuit court's decision to burn the DNA evidence relating to the Schartner case in 2000 sparked further outcry from them. Despite this, O'Dell was a long time felon with over 17 convictions dating back to the 1950s, and a woman claimed to have escaped a kidnapping attempt from him.
42. Carlton Pope (~1982-1997, lethal injection): Pope shot and killed 24 year old Cynthia Gray and wounded her sister while robbing them at a pool. He had a malicious wounding conviction when he shot a friend in the toe, and was paroled months before Gray's murder for that sentence.
43. Mario Murphy (1992-1997, lethal injection): 37 year old James Radcliff's wife hired Murphy to kill him in order to collect a life insurance policy. She, her boyfriend, Murphy, and 3 other conspirators pounced on Radcliff while he was sleeping in his bed, and they stabbed and beat him to death with a metal pipe. Due to all the other conspirators accepting plea deals, Murphy was the only one sentenced to death for the murder, which he perceived was because of Mexican nationality. His death sentence and execution also caused a minor diplomatic dispute with Mexico.
44. Dawud Mu'Min (1973-1997, lethal injection): At the age of 19 in 1973, Mu'Min shot and killed Charles Shupe, a 43 year old taxi driver, while robbing his taxi. He was given a 48 year sentence for the murder. 15 years later, Mu'Min was assigned to a inmate labor program. While working on a road, he pretended to be on a lunch break, and took the opportunity to sneak away from his escorts and supervisors. Mu'Min broke into a shopping center, raped Gladys Nopwasky, a 42 year old retailer, and stabbed her 16 times with a screwdriver. After he stole $4 from her purse, Mu'Min returned back to the work program.
45. Michael Satcher (1990-1997, lethal injection): Satcher ambushed 23 year old Anne Borghesani while she was biking near a highway. He raped, beat, and stabbed her 16 times with an axl. Another young woman was also assaulted by Satcher in a similar fashion, but she survived the attack. Both of their purses were stolen and disposed of in the same bush.
46. Thomas Beavers Jr. (1990-1997, lethal injection): Beavers broke into the home of 61 year old Marguerite Lowery, and raped and suffocated her to death with a pillow. He sacked the house, stole her jewelry, and drove off with Lowery's car. The killing went unsolved until a year later when Beavers was arrested for sexually assaulting a neighbor in circumstances nearly identical to Lowery's murder. A police search while investigating the neighbor incident found Lowery's stolen jewelry in his house.
47. Tony Mackall (1986-1998, lethal injection): While holding up a gas station at gunpoint, Mackall shot the cashier, 31 year old Mary Dahn, and took $515 from the register.
48. Douglas Buchanan Jr. (1987-1998, lethal injection): Enraged that his father, 43 year old Douglas, married a much younger woman, 31 year old Geraldine, shortly after his mother's passing, Buchanan shot him to death in their home. He also gunned down and stabbed Geraldine and her two sons, 13 year old Joel and 10 year old Donnie.
49. Ronald Watkins (1988-1998, lethal injection): While robbing a store that he formerly work at, Watkins stabbed the store owner, 29 year old William McCauley, 7 time in his back and slit his throat. McCauley's body was discovered by his father, who stopped by to check on his son after he failed to return home on time. As a sidenote, Watkins was the younger brother of the above mentioned Johnny Watkins Jr..
50. Ángel Breard (1992-1998, lethal injection): Breard stabbed his neighbor, 29 year old Ruth Dickie, to death during a botched rape in her home. He also made another unsuccessful attempt at sexually assaulting a second neighbor half a year later, which enabled investigators to tie him to Dickie's murder. His death sentence and execution sparked outrage in his native Paraguay.
51. Dennis Eaton (1989-1998, lethal injection): Eaton and his girlfriend, 24 year old Judy McDonald, carjacked 68 year old Ripley Marston Sr. and 26 year old Walter Custer Jr., and shot them both dead. While speeding away from the murder scene, the couple were pulled over by a state trooper, 48 year old Jerry Hines, and gunned him down as well. In the following police chase, Eaton ended up crashing his car into a telephone pole, and injured McDonald in the process. As they were corned, Eaton finished off McDonald by shooting her in the head, and made an attempt to commit suicide before he was subdued.
52. Danny King (~1980s(?)-1998, lethal injection): King and his then wife duped Carolyn Rogers, a 55 year old real estate agent, into letting them inside a vacant house by posing as clients. They jumped Rogers as she was giving them a tour of the house. She was choked with King's bare hands and stabbed to death in the assault. The couple then stole rings and checks from her purse. Both King and his ex wife blamed each other for the murder, but King was the one that was convicted of it by the courts. King also had a long history of robbery and car thefts, and was released from prison 10 days before the murder.
53. Lance Chandler Jr. (~1987-1998, lethal injection): Chandler shot and killed a clerk, 33 year old William Dix, during a convenience store robbery. He had a criminal record dating back to the age of 14, and had previous arrests for armed robbery, assaulting officers, and public intoxication.
54. Johnile DuBois (~1990s-1998, lethal injection): During a convenience store robbery, DuBois and 3 teenage accomplices tried forcing the clerk, 39 year old Philip Council, to open the register for them. When they thought he was acting too slow, the DuBois and the other robbers beat Council and shot him to death. DuBois had a history of thefts, illicit firearms possessions, assault, and probation violations.
55. Kenneth Stewart Jr. (1991-1998, lethal injection): Stewart separated from his wife, 35 year old Cynthia, after their marriage disintegrated. He was forbidden by the courts from being in contact with their son, 5 month old Jonathan, without Cynthia's consent. To overcome the custody barriers, Stewart tried to reconcile with Cynthia. When she refused, he shot her and Jonathan dead in her home.
56. Dwayne Wright (1989-1998, lethal injection): Wright went on a weeklong crime spree in Maryland and Virginia. In his Maryland attacks, he shot and killed 31 year old Odell Thomas and 24 year old Reginald Turman, and stole Turman's car and a total of $400. He then drove to Virginia, and held Saba Tekle, a 34 year old Ethiopian refugee, at gunpoint in her apartment. Wright forced Tekle to undress, shot her dead when she resisted his attempts at sexual assault, and swapped Truman’s car for hers.
57. Ronald Fitzgerald (1993-1998, lethal injection): Fitzgerald shot and killed 39 year old Coy White in his home in order to get his hands on the man’s 13 year old daughter. He abducted and raped the girl after forcing her to steal money from her father’s pockets, and left her locked in the trunk of his car. After abandoning White’s daughter, Fitzgerald flagged down a taxi driver, Hugh Morrison (age unknown), and shot him dead. Fitzgerald used Morrison’s stolen taxi to kidnap an 18 year old woman and her two children, and drove them to a motel. He raped the 18 year old in the motel room while her two children were watching tv. The family were spared and released, and Fitzgerald forced a couple to drive him to a courthouse with the intentions of committing suicide there. However, the attempt failed with his gun jamming, and he was captured by the police.
58. Kenneth Wilson (1993-1998, lethal injection): Wilson forcibly entered the home of his cousin's girlfriend, 31 year old Jacqueline Stephen, with a knife. He bound Stephen to a bed, and tied her 12 year old daughter and her daughter's 14 year old friend to the bed's posts. Wilson then made an attempt to rape Stephen, and cut her and the girls' throats. Stephen died at the scene, while both of the girls survived their injuries.

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Balinski walked to the exit with Daryon, the two of them walking in relative silence for the first leg of the journey. As they reached the street level and stepped out onto it he felt an arm on his shoulder. “I think we should be careful how we approach this. I have heard about this place, I knew an older officer who got dispatched here to settle a fight and ended up crippled for life.” her story didn't exactly fill him with dread, he was already crippled for life.
She didn't seem to notice the irony of her statement and instead started to walk off with that strange alien gait of hers. Her many legs seemed to move in waves, pushing her first this way then the other, in this slightly wending manner she advanced along the sidewalk next to him.
They crossed the majority of the space like this before she nudged him. “You are way too sstill, loosssen up. Relax up a little, your possture screamsss cop. You need to sslouch a little, maybe even add ssome ssswagger to your step.”
She seemed to do just as she suggested, adding a slight sway to her upper body as she walked. He just took a breath and tried his best to relax. But it was difficult to do when he knew with a surety that he was walking into a dangerous situation.
With her casual clothing and the light sparkling from her polished blue eyes he had to admit that she made for a striking figure. Her back was colorfully patterned as was typical of the females of her species. The thick plates of her carapace had a thick yellow streak running down the middle with what almost looked like lightning bolts that flared off at each new segment of her back plates. All of this was accentuated with a dull orange highlight that seemed to make the yellow glow all the more spectacular. It made her easily distracting to walk behind and so he hurried to catch up to her side.
She looked his way slightly and he noted the way her antenna rose. She seemed to hiss slightly louder than normal and he got the impression she was stifling a laugh. He grimaced and tried once more to act natural.
They crossed the street and the atmosphere changed as soon as they rounded the next corner. The bright opulence of the garish casinos on the main street were now hidden from view by the much more mundane looking buildings that lined the smaller road. He glanced at a few and realised that many of them seemed to be either abandoned or condemned.
“What is this place? Why does it feel so.. ominous?” He hunched a little.
Daryon just gestured to one of the nearby buildings. “All of thesse were owned by the casinoss a few decadesss ago. But when the current financial downturn happened at the sstart of the rebellion most of them had to closse their doorsss. Ssmall businesss and the entire damn community ripped up by the rootss due to the actionss of that damnable conflict.” She paused, stopping for a moment as she looked full at him.
Several of her hands went to cover her mouth as she apologised to him quickly. “Oh, ssorry. I didn't mean to ssound so disresspectful. I think that combat veteranss are great and all, you did a wonderful thing defending the Union from..” he had to cut her off with an aggressive wave of his hand as he stopped in his tracks and looked at her directly.
He stepped closer to her causing her to back up a pace, she seemed to gasp slightly at the anger that flared in his eye. Her spiracle lungs sucking in a large intake of breath from the many small breathing holes along her lower sides.
She was nearly backed into the nearby wall as he spoke, “Protecting from what! From the damn overbearing bureaucracy of our own corrupt congress? Or are you referring to those genocidal maniacs that c-call themselves the true patriots. They all make me sick in my mind, Daryon.”
He stopped and took a deep calming breath. He looked down at his hands which had balled into fists at his sides, they were shaking and he realised with a jolt just how close he was standing to the large vinarfelien. His chest was inches from hers and her body language suggested less fear and more confusion.
He unclenched his hands as he turned away and put them on his head. He tried to take a few deep breaths to calm himself. Without turning he began, “I-I.. I’m sorry, Daryon. You didn’t deserve that. I just.. I can’t talk about the war, the things I saw. The things we did?” Balinski found himself shivering slightly.
‘No, not now.’ He thought to himself desperately as he felt the beginnings of panic seeping into his mind.
As he was afraid he might lose his grip on reality he felt something brush against the back of his head slightly. Before he could really think about it he felt a strong hand on his shoulder as Daryon moved to stand by his side. Her long body trailed behind him out of sight still, but the raised forward third of her body was nearly the same height as he.
She seemed to scrutinise him for a moment before she too apologised. “I ssee that I have upsset you. I apologise as it was not my intention to do sso. I can see that the war took itsss toll out of both your body and mind. I can undersstand having painful memoriesss that you wissh would just go away. But the harder you try and let them go the more they seem to grow like a cancer in your memoriess.” She paused, it had sounded as if she were going to say more but stopped short.
He wanted to ask her to elaborate but found that he didn't have the will. She removed her hand as he stood still, he sucked in a breath. “Maybe.” That was all he said. It was all he had to.
Without a word he turned and started towards their destination. She caught up with him and they continued walking, he felt a little awkward. He rarely lost his temper, at least on friends and people he respected. He glanced at the tall centipoid alien, he did indeed consider the woman as his friend. One of his few friends that he could reliably count on.
He rubbed his shoulder as a strange tingle seemed to seep through the joint, he cleared his throat to get her attention and then spoke softly. “Daryon? I wanted to apologise. I shouldn't have shouted at you, it wasn't fair to you. Would you accept my apology?”
She seemed a little curious, her insectoid head cocking ever so slightly as she gazed up at his face. Her antennae twitched, a symphony of emotions played out over that rigid, chitinous face of hers before she responded to him. When she did her voice seemed a little lower than usual, “Yess, Balinsski. And I too apologise for talking about.. what I talked about. I was told by Ssiyel that mentioning certain articless from your passt might bring you pain. I am sssorry for not listening to her advice, I accept your apology. Would you accept mine?” He looked at her curiously as she finished speaking.
He looked into that strange alien face and saw no animosity at all. Her faceplates cracked apart slightly as she waited for his response. “Yea. I do.” Was all he muttered.
She smiled, her antennae popping up slightly. With her rigid faceplates and lack of movable facial features she expressed her emotions differently. Not so differently that he couldn't tell in general how she was feeling. All social creatures discovered by the Union so far had physical social cues. Even the crystalline jeseo with their hard bodies made of living superconductor often used their manipulator tendrils to accentuate or punctuate their electronic speech.
He reached out and gave her shoulder a slap after the thought, “Alright. Now that we are back on the same page what say you we knock some heads.” She raised a hand in what looked like a contemplative gesture. He grinned, “A figure of speech is all it was.”
Daryon seemed to settle, her burning comment assuaged. They reached a hole in the wall alley and she put out an arm and looked around. Leaning close she hissed, “Alright. Walk around thiss corner and we are at the bar. Act natural.”
Balinski glanced down at himself and asked, “And how am I supposed to act? Like a private military contractor?”
The comment was disingenuous, he knew, but he wasn’t sure how to voice his concerns to her without sounding as inexperienced as he was. He wasn't a private eye detective like in the stories, he was a void warden. As close as one could get to a hired gun while still being legally able to work with law enforcement.
She looked around again and then hissed in mild frustration. “I don’t know? Act like my boyfriend then, let me do the talking. I have done thiss before, clearly you haven't.”
The annoyed tone in which she spoke made what she had said go over the top of his head for a few seconds before he realised exactly what she had just said. “Be your what? What do you mean?” He looked at the alien woman, his remaining eyebrow raised in mild confusion. He tried to think what that meant he was supposed to do, what was being her boyfriend even supposed to look like. He had never dated an alien before, especially not one so different physically from himself.
He saw her throw up a few arms and mutter. “Men.” She turned and gestured to the alley, “Jusst walk with me and forget what I ssaid. Let me do the talking and if anyone asksss you why you are here jusst tell them that you are with me. Alright?” She placed all four lower hands on the sides of her torso, the closest thing she had to hips.
Balinski frowned slightly, he didn’t like not being in charge of the situation. But in light of her experience was forced to be on the back foot. It wasn’t all bad at least he thought to himself as they started around the corner. Daryon seemed to know what she was doing, of course delta force operatives were recruited from other field operations and he had to take a moment to wonder what department she had been recruited from.
There was no further time to dwell on the idea as they walked down the strangely clean and well maintained alley. The dark and water stained brickwork of the surrounding buildings met the cracked concrete of the alley at crisp right angles, the dark city-plate above was as dark as the night sky overhead. The profusion of trash and general debris one might have expected from such a gloomy place was conspicuously absent. They soon reached a recessed area where a couple of very burly looking Yeown females in skin-tight padded fighting gear stood with their backs leaning on the wall. They were flanking a nondescript black door, the kind with the heavy blast visor that could be slid back to look through it.
The one on the left had a dark red scar across her face that ran from her left eye diagonally to the corner of her short muzzle-like jaw. Her fur was a pale, almost silvery white and her eyes glinted like polished blue gemstones in the dim light of the alley.
She took a heavy step forwards, her powerful predator muscles swimming beneath her thin fur like waves under her skin. She spoke in a thin growl, not overtly hostile but dripping with barely veiled aggression. “Stop right there. You two don't look familiar to me, and I hate talking to strangers. State your purpose here!” Balinski was at once taken aback and a little relieved. He was expecting the bar to be some run down bait shot, this looked more like the entrance to a private club.
Daryon motioned to the yeown and spoke boisterously, her entire demeanour changed as her normally sharp manner became loose and almost bawdy. Her voice was different too, a salacious tone hissing along with her slippery words that made his shoulders prickle uncomfortably. “Ah, hello there ladies. I was referred to this reputable establishment by a Mr. Encore. I am sure you have heard the name?”
The woman that had spoken took a step back and glanced to her companion nervously. The other yeown now flicked away the small toothpick she had been chewing on and growled, “And what makes you think that some cocked up streetwalker such as yourself is savvy enough to know a hard ass like that?”
Balinski looked at the second yeown, they seemed a little more subdued. Their cream colored fur was streaked with russet stripes and their eyes seemed somehow older. He glanced at Daryon and she spoke up once more. This time adding a little bit of sass to her tone now.
She swayed from side to side slightly, her ten arms punctuating her movements as she gestured animatedly, “Who are you calling streetwalker you two ton burrowraiding carrot-muncher. I may not have such a reputable job as yours, standing next to a door.” She punctuated it with a small dismissive flick as if the very thought made her sick. “But I do my job well and I love it. Don’t I, dear?” The furry alien’s canine-like features narrowed in anger at the insult, her bright green eyes flashing dangerously.
She reached over and tapped his shoulder, he suddenly realised that everyone’s attention was on him and he felt a trickle of sweat roll down the back of his neck from the sudden pressure. He cleared his throat and tried to act as casual as he could. He wasn’t really sure what was happening but he had a suspicion. “Oh, yeah. She is the best, at.. ya know..”
Silence. Both the yeown were now staring at him suspiciously. He tensed slightly, getting ready to throw hands if he needed too. Before it came to blows, Daryon spoke up once more. This time her voice took on a more conspiratorial tone and she covered her face with a hand in his direction, as if she were trying to speak without him hearing. He pretended not to hear even though his cybernetic implants easily picked up on the woman’s speech.
“He is one of the big man’s new projects. Still in the original packaging if you get my meaning.” She muttered.
The first yeown smiled wide, her sharp teeth glinting in the light as she seemed to appraise him with a practiced eye. He shifted a little, suddenly a touch uncomfortable due to the scrutiny. She licked her lips slightly and cackled, “Yes, I see. He’s a mere stripling, not even taken first overnight watch at the den of another.”
Balinski frowned at that. He wasn't all the way up to speed on vague yeown euphemisms, but that had sounded distinctly like she had just called him a virgin. The second woman chuckled at the other’s comment and then raised a hand for quiet. “Alright brightscales. I am doing you a favor, when you are done with him feel free to send big boy here our way. I am sure we could show him a thing or two even you haven’t thought of.”
As the scarred yeown laughed again the other banged on the door four times in rapid succession. A moment later the armored slit slid open and a pair of glowing eyes looked out. A wholly inhuman voice seemed to speak from the recess, “What is it. You have guests?”
The yeown growled, “Yes, why else would I be banging on the door like that?”
The synthetic voice answered without a seconds delay, “It is possible that you wanted to talk, I don't have anybody to talk to in here.”
The second yeown palmed her eyes in muted frustration as she muttered, “In the name of Frine, I swear..” She spoke up louder now, “Just open the fuzzing door you maladroit fart breather.
The glowing eyes seemed to grumble as they disappeared and the visor shut. The yeown that had spoken turned and let out a loud huffing sigh. “I really hate that guy. What an absolute asswipe, right Terri?” She nudged her companion whose name seemed to be Terri.
Terri shrugged her shoulders and then cocked her head and seemed to frown. “He isn’t all that bad, you don't always have to be so mean to him.”
The older yeown growled in annoyance and seemed about to rebuke Terri but was stopped as the door opened and an inhumanly tall figure gestured to them to enter. Balinski’s eyes widened as he saw them.
Daryon stepped forwards and nodded to them politely, Balinski followed directly after as the two yeown started to argue with each other. The figure was tall, likely more than a meter taller than nis own two-hundred-and-one centimeters and covered in a strange suit. It had the obvious bulk of exoskeletal supports as well as a large powered backpack that looked to be some sort of atmospheric condensing unit. He realised what it was at the same time he recognised the species, it was an umraghj wearing an environmental compensation unit.
The ECU suit hissed and whirred slightly as the tall, thin figure gestured towards the hallway they were already in. “Just go-on down that way and you can't miss it. Thanks for coming.” they said sadly.
Balinski was ready to go but Daryon stopped him as she turned and stepped closer to the sad looking umraghj. He was pressed back, he couldn't help but feel like she was getting back at him for his earlier actions as he had nowhere to go. The door had been closed and he wasn’t going to step into the door tender’s personal space, so his only option was to stand as far from Daryon as he politely could.
The vinarfelien woman gestured for the umraghj to lean down, which they did. “What’ss your name?” She asked them.
They responded slowly, their synthetic voice making it a little hard to hear the inflection in their tone. “My name? It is Dunmec ma’am. Begging your pardon, but why do you care? I’m just the door watcher.”
She raised a few hands and gestured towards the door. “Nothing wrong with that Dunmec, I have watched more than a few doors in my time. One of her antennae flicked, she continued. “I wass curiousss about what'ss going on between you and Terri?”
Balinski watched as the suited figure’s body language immediately changed. They went from slightly hunched and drawn into themselves to standing straight and looking for all intents and purposes as if they had just eaten something incredibly sour. Their face was only just visible through the visor they wore, and the slightly bovine features he could see looked to be fully taken aback by the vinarfelien woman’s comment.
Dunmec looked around quickly, a deep sucking breath coming from their speakers as they failed to conceal their shock. “H-how did you, what do you mean?” Balinski smiled as he realised what she was doing.
Daryon gestured again and spoke even lower, once more causing the figure to have to stoop towards her. This time they slumped not in dejected misery, but in a near conspiratorial slouch that was strangely at odds with the way they spoke. She stated clearly, “Well, it iss incredibly obvious that sshe feelsss ssome sort of way for you. The way sshe sspoke out in your defensse against her sssuperior..”
Dunmec nodded. “Her older sister, Missy. She hates me, calls me weak and clawless. She is the worst kind of bully, the kind that makes the ones you love dependent upon their cruelty.” he didn't seem to be looking at either of them anymore. The poor lovestruck fool was caught in his own world.
Daryon shook her head. “And yet when Terri heard her insssult you sshe stepped in to defy her ssissster. That has to count for ssomething, otherwisse what would be the point of ssaying what sshe sssaid.”
The alien man looked a bit more interested now. He leaned forwards a little more as he asked in his quiet partially synthetic voice, “What did she say.. about me? What do I do?”
Daryon seemed to glance at Balinski now, her head movement so fast and subtle that he thought he may have missed it. But no, she had indeed been telling him something.
Balinski stepped a little closer as he took the cue, his chest practically pressing into Daryon’s side as he offered his own advice. “You should go and talk to her, man. Show her your inner strength, stand up to her sister. I can guarantee you that if you do that she will come to you, protect you even I am willing to bet.” Daryon gave him a small head nod, she realised that he had seen through her plan and seemed pleased that he had picked up on it so fast.
Playing matchmaker seemed like a general distraction to their mission, but it would be helpful to have the ear of the man guarding the only known exit to the building should they get into a spot of trouble. And fate seemed to have put the perfect idiot into their path. Balinski smiled, for what it was worth, he hoped it went well for the guy. Balinski hadn’t seen any other umraghj in Cheenha before, much less another receptive female. They were the least populous species in the Union after the jeseo after all.
He felt a hand on his shoulder and saw that the tall alien had placed a hand on both of their shoulders. His demeanour had changed and he puffed out his scrawny looking chest as he thanked them in a much more confident voice, “I will do it. What’s the worst that could happen, and she did seem very nice to me the other day when we met in the breakroom for lunch..” they pondered and then took a step back. “Thank you for that, now move along, don’t let my problems keep you from enjoying yourselves.”
Dunmec waved them through to which they gratefully complied. As they moved out of sight of the tall, suited alien Daryon nudged his arm. “Good work, I wasn’t ssure you were going to pick up on that.”
He just gave her a little half smile. “Yeah, playing matchmaker was a little bit of a surprise, but after you started talking I figured it out as you pointed out.” She smirked in her own way, faceplates cracking slightly as they made their way around a corner.
The music he had heard upon first entering the building grew in volume and power till he could almost feel it in his bones. Daryon seemed similarly affected, the woman slowing and seeming to cringe inwards. He stopped and looked at her, “Are you alright, Daryon?”
She shook her upper body slightly and covered her eyes with her two upper hands. “Yea, just.. g-give me a ssecond.” He could hear her take a deep breath, the spiracles along the sides of her body sucking in a rush of air. She covered her eyes and looked at him directly. “I have bad memoriess of places like thiss. Promisse you won't leave me alone in here?”
He nodded instantly, he could immediately recognise the look of somebody in deep emotional distress. He did the only thing he could think of, he reached out and took one of her hands in his. Holding it tightly he felt her squeeze his hand in return. It was a damn good thing his fingers were made of alloy as she might have broken them otherwise.
Balinski gave her a small smile. “Never, we are partners right? We need to look out for each other.” He didn't miss the way her mouth opened slightly or the way her body seemed to draw slightly towards him. Maybe it was the trauma speaking, but she needed his help and he would support her like Caesar normally supported him to the best of his own ability.
The thing about it was, he wasn’t entirely sure he could. He had a suspicion about her recent behaviour towards him, ever since what she had told him at the memorial. He shook the thoughts from his mind as he stepped forwards and around the corner.
At the end of a short hall was a set of double doors, the small windows on them flashing brightly with multicolored lights as some manner of club music leaked through the gaps between them and the wall. So the Slimehut wasn’t just some dingy bar, it was an entire underground club. He glanced at Daryon, her hand still tightly wrapped around his own. He wasn’t sure he could have pried her inhuman strong grip loose with a pry bar at that point. What must have happened to her to make her so apprehensive, she didn’t seem afraid. He had never seen her look afraid, but he did indeed understand the bone weakening uncertainty that having one’s reality crushed brings.
So he stood tall and straight as he gave her a final nod. “We got this Daryon, don't you worry. Nobody is going to hurt you when I am with you, that is a promise you can take to the bank and have minted in osmiridium.”
She swallowed but seemed in a better state, her hydraulic grip on his hand loosening, though she didn’t let go of it. They walked forwards and he pushed open the doors into a land of strange excess and neon flashing lights.
He had to stop and stare for a moment, the sight that greeted his eyes was like something out of a holodrama. All around the large brightly lit room were tables arranged around a central stage upon which several large tanks of water sat. It was in these that several slaaveth swam and spiralled around each other in some manner of exotic and fluid dancing. Their gills allowed them to breathe under the oxygenated liquid and their bodies were covered in lines of glittering fluorescent paint and nothing else.
He cleared his throat, while the slaaveth were technically completely naked, their internalised genitalia combined with the clever application of paint at once hid and accentuated their lithe forms. He had to physically move his head to tear his gaze away from the captivating aliens, as he did so he took a second to look around the room. Taking in the other clientele and looking for anything that screamed danger.
Well, he found it. There were so many obvious criminal types in the room he was surprised that the doors were not being knocked down by siege rams and the place flooded with tear gas. Daryon tugged on his hand, getting his attention. She used one of her nine free hands to gesture across the room to what looked like a ragged pile of blankets. Using his cybernetics he was able to get a clearer look through the slightly hazy atmosphere of the room.
Sitting at a nearly concealed round table near the back of the establishment sat a ragged looking skorp drone. He was a bit surprised to see one of the strange insectoids on their own as they were generally known to be quite social. They had evolved from eusocial insects after all, where one could be found, many others often followed.
As he followed her he felt somebody grip his shoulder and turned to see a slim nerivith woman in a bright blue sparkling dress. She gave him an appraising look and licked her lips lavisciously, clearly attempting to undress him with her eyes as she flashed pearly white molars. As the dominant sex of their species, nerivith women tended to be much more forward, but not quite this much so in his experience. He balked slightly as the women pressed both hands against his barrel chest and let out a slight sigh.
“Oh, you are a big one. Look at you. Hey there big boy, what are you doing tonight.” he cocked his head slightly. What in the name of Lady Luck had he been dragged into?
He shook his head and did as Daryon had instructed him earlier and gestured towards her. “Oh, I apologise. I’m actually here with her.” As the woman’s beatific features looked over to Daryon they seemed to twist. Contorting into something much less desirable, her magenta eyes now filled with a look of profound disgust.
The skimpy dress-clad woman shook her horned head and swore, “What the hel, all the good ones are already taken. Have fun then bugfucker.” She spat as she stormed off leaving them alone in the noisy and confusing atmosphere.
Balinski just shook his head in disbelief. Did her routine usually get her better results? He had seen more subtlety from an InfernoTrooper in a room full of hay bales. Daryon just hissed in amusement, “What a complete floozy.”
He nodded, not really sure what else he could say other than that she was right. A little unsettled by the close encounter, he stuck a little closer to Daryon as they finally made their way around the exotic centerpiece and to the rear of the room. As they reached it the ratty old skorp looked up at them and seemed to narrow its vision even with their inexpressive orange compound eyes.
The skorp had a strange body shape compared to most other known sapients. Their bodies were covered in thick chiton plates and arranged in a vaguely centauroid shape with their torso rising from a wide tailless abdomen with six segmented legs. Their four arms were set to their sides and their head sat perched atop a short flexible neck that supported their mandibled head. Their cutting mandibles were small and relatively delicate in comparison to the size of their heads, their reflective compound eyes were very large and seemed to look everywhere at once.
The aged looking alien raised a five fingered hand, the digits sharp and wide. They were clearly evolved to dig through soil, burrowers like the vinarfel. Maybe that was why the two species seemed to get along together so well. He watched as the alien spoke, their mandibles and mouthparts moving subtly as a slightly scratchy voiced wheezed from their throat.
“Now look who came crawling back. This one takes it that you are not back into the field?” The aged alien sounded slightly feminine, but it was almost impossible to tell as the males and female drones looked so impossibly alike. The familiarity in which they spoke to Daryon made him immediately on edge, it wasn't the casual banter of a stranger. But instead it was the knowing smirk of one who knows too much of your past.
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==End of Transmission==

Okay, I've liked this boy since October of last year. He's everything to me- We've been really close friends since around that time, and, at first, I fully convinced myself that we were just platonic, but it turns out, he's liked me for the same amount of time, just as much, which I only found out in December.
Well, we've gone out to do stuff a few times- We went to the mall, his house, and today, the movies and a bookstore, we've been texting a lot, and I was on a call with him until 1 AM a week back- We both know we like each other, but we're both too shy to say anything lmao-
And today while we were walking into the bookstore, he grabbed his bag, pulled out a book and gave it to me, because he thought I'd like it- IT'S LITERALLY SOME OF THE SWEETEST POETRY I'VE EVER READ, IT'S CALLED 'THE SUN AND HER FLOWERS,' AND IT'S ALL SAD, ROMANTIC, TRAGIC STUFF, WHICH HE KNOWS I LOVE.
We had an awesome day and I just sat down to start reading it, and OH MY GOD-
Here's one of the ones I am absolutely in tears over:
Pretend:
"In order to fall asleep, I have to imagine your body, crooked behind mine, spoon ladled into spoon, till I can hear your breath. I have to recite your name till you answer and we have a conversation, only then can my mind drift off to sleep."
I AM SOBBING, HE'S SO SWEET, WHOEVER SAID ROMANCE IS DEAD IS SO WRONG WHEN THIS BOY EXISTS.
ANOTHER ONE:
"I wonder if I am beautiful enough for you, or if I'm beautiful at all. I change what I'm wearing five times before I see you, wondering which pair of jeans will make my body more tempting to undress. Tell me; is there anything I can do, that'll make you think- her She is so striking, She makes my body forget it has knees. Write it in the letter and address it to all the insecure parts of me. Your voice alone drives me to tears, Yours- telling me I am beautiful, Yours- Telling me I am enough."
I can't even express how this is all making my brain short-circuit- this is the nicest gift I have ever got- I actually think I love him.
​

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

Just thought it could be fun to do a full review, so here goes. Hope you're sitting comfortably. (Not to be taken too seriously though!)
My paths:
1) Japanese-American prom queen - Princess - Ace - loyal Chloe path 2) Puero Rican athlete - Foxy - Bi - Lilian path (with a bit of Grant) 3) Irish prom queen - Twisted - Pan - romancing everyone
MC looks: 4/5
All the sprites are beautiful, but don't capture me quite as much as my favourite sprites (Lou, Nova etc.). The Japanese American one is my favourite. The Puerto Rican one looks permanently surprised, which is ever so slightly distracting. The body shape difference could be more pronounced, but at least it's not TO2 level of ridiculous window dressing.
MC personality: 3.5/5
I'm generally a sucker for the fish-out-of-water, good-girl-gone-bad trope, so this MC is definitely up my street. I loved the bit where she said that she's too good to be bad, but too poor to be good. All in all, I enjoy her Langley-typical ruminations.. but for me personally, the MC is too immature to fully relate to.
LIs: 2.5/5
I have to give the book credit for balancing the genders and giving roughly equal time to all the LIs - but none of them really floats my boat.
As an avid Bonne romancer, Chloe is probably my favourite, and it's great seeing an LI like her, but at the same time, her neurodivergence seems laid on with a trowel. Literally every single sentence of description and dialogue points at it, down to the valuable info that she only ate cereal as a child. We get it, mkay?
Lilian is lovely, but the way she reveals her penchant for shibari and spanking to a total stranger is somewhat concerning. Also, she said that she would change her milk-soaked top and she didn't, and I take that sort of betrayal seriously.
Grant is.. ok? There is some depth to him that is a little intriguing, but I'm not sure I want to go diving in that particular pond.
Tristan.. would be great if he were 20 years older and didn't sport an emo haircut and formal shorts. And on that note, what the hell is up with all the shorts?? Is that an Ivy league thing? Have I missed a new TikTok trend? I'm not familiar with American traditions, but in Britain, the expression "being in short pants" means "being very young", and primary school children wear shorts as part of their uniform - which is not the kind of association I need when someone's showing me around a BDSM club. Just.. please don't talk to me about spanking when I can see your knobbly knees poking out to enjoy the show.
Setting and backgrounds: 3/5
Ok but nothing special so far. I did like the different room deco though, and I hope that we get to swim in that little balcony pool.
HaiOutfits: 2/5
Low rating purely due to my frustration that I'm forced to take certain options to go with my paths. I'm not allowed to choose, but I AM allowed to pay, so thanks for that, I guess.
Story: 3/5
A college story isn't really my scene, but the spy plot definitely adds enough suspense to have me hooked. I'm glad that we got immersed in the crime plot from the start, and didn't get a few chapters of content-vacant "LI meet & greet". After three chapters, I already have a solid handle on the MC's character, context and motivations, and Langley's rich, sensuous writing is enough to immerse me in the story.
But the flip side is the Langley-typical branching confusion. Some things make much more sense on some paths than others. Why did Lilian ask me to go to the opera with her (and to undress her) when we've only exchanged two words in the cafeteria once? Why does she ask me if I'm interested in her brother on the one path where I've not taken any improvements with her brother? Why does Chloe want to kiss me all of a sudden? Why does TRISTAN want to kiss me? There are many questions, but as with VfV, I'll abandon all logic and enjoy the ride!
Dialogues & Banter: 2.5/5
I really hope this picks up, because the banter in VfV was a 10/5 kind of romp. I miss the wit and innuendo, though I did enjoy the conversations with Chloe that steered into political discourse, and the hint of banter between the boys at Rosewood Club in E3.
Side characters: 4/5
I've got a very soft spot for LGBTQIA+ representation, so having a non-binary best friend made me very, very happy. A gran in a wheelchair, a pair of bickering FBI agents and my seven dwar- I mean BROTHERS promise a fun cast. I hope we'll also see more of the profs teaching the classes, because they also seemed like a colourful bunch.
Favourite LI scene:
Removing the harness from Lilian.. as well as spanking Lillian. Her scenes were definitely the most sensual ones. Even her non-romance diamond scene where she talks about her family was one of the most interesting LI scenes so far.
Favourite non-LI scene:
The signing up for the different classes was exciting! I hope we get at least a glimpse of some of those classes.
Most WTF moment:
The FBI agents abducting the MC. Just.. why?? I'm sure she would have cooperated even without all that drama. I just don't get it.
Most annoying moment:
When Lilian asks "are you interested in my brother?" and MC responds with "I'm ace" 🙄🙄🙄. As if asexual meant the same as aromantic. As if there weren't many ace people who do participate in and enjoy sex. That's exactly what I feared when I first saw the "ace" badge in E1. I would be THRILLED if the story had actually thorough and thoughtful ace rep, but as it is, it only perpetuates stereotypes.
Most petty grievance:
Why can't I romance Simon? 🥹 Give me Simon. (But keep the shorts.) Also, texting is annoying enough in real life, and now I have to patiently wait for gran to finish typing. 😭
Most burning question:
Who took the coke?? I bet it's Jasper or Simon, because they are the only ones who did NOT have straightforward access to MC's room.
Craziest theory:
Chloe is related to Grant in some way. They both have a lot to hide..
Excitement for next update: 3.5/5
Thanks for reading!

Loathing smile(s), drink while
Closed-eyes tryna picture us:
Running down, hand-in-hand
Yes, still I believed in her
Loving boy, it’s useless now
I don’t see why you’re at peace
Can’t see sign? Wake up
Aim the mirror for the sky
Crossing roads and empty streets
In hyperreallis
Hidden somewhere, hidden deep
You can never find it
Today, you’ll feel
How bad can it build
I’m so ANGERED
Your heart is BLIND
I waste my time
Until it’s alright
You tried to find
Some world you’re mine
A lovely time, it’s alright
Write a letter, it’s touched you
Great it feels, not too hard
But if I leave, forget all this?
Show me Eden, cover up
But in the dark, you’ll be undressed
There is nothing truly there
The life goes on
Today, you’ll feel
How bad can it build
I’m so ANGERED!
Your heart is BLIND!
I waste my time
Until it’s alright
You tried to find
Some world you’re mine
Today, you’ll feel
How bad can it build
I’m so ANGERED!
Your heart is BLIND!
I waste my time
Until it’s alright
You tried to find
Something in my eyes!
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