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Support for those with nasty, cruel, toxic, abusive MILs & moms
2015.02.27 22:42 apotero Support for those with nasty, cruel, toxic, abusive MILs & moms
A place to post about your MIL or Mother who is just the *worst*. Come for support, come for advice, or just to vent and get it all out. That's what we're here for. Discussion often contains adult themes and language.
2014.05.22 17:41 dunkelweiss Blindspot - The NBC TV Show
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2024.05.14 17:57 PutridOil8535 She’s brave for having a baby with this man
 | Yall remember last year around the time all the eye brow drama was going on with Hailey, Selena, and Kylie. the internet was literally DRAGGING Hailey and Kylie for months (Hailey got it the worst) across all social media platforms. It got so bad, Selena had to make a post on her story saying Hailey reached out to her and said she’s receiving death threats and to stop and be kind. Yikes not my man’s ex coming to save me. Justin was SILENT! He let Hailey get dragged so bad. Then to top it off he posted his birthday collage photos (in the middle of all of this) and purposely showed off his Selena tattoo.. sleeve up and everything (you can not tell me this wasn’t on purpose) idc idc he knows wtf he’s doing. I’m sorry if my husband can’t defend me while millions of people are coming for me during a social media storm that’d be it. And to think she’s pregnant with this man’s baby 😩 1% of me feels bad but the other 99% feels she made her bed so she can lay in it. I know this is so last year but it just baffles me how she will not let this man go no matter how much he proves he could care less about her. Maybe this baby will help him be more passionate towards her? Idk.. I guess we will see. submitted by PutridOil8535 to HaileyBaldwinSnark [link] [comments] |
2024.05.13 18:43 jhgujyt Just returning to the game and would appreciate help with a load order!
 | So I reinstalled Fo4 and got a load order going yesterday after looking through some lists on here. The game looks amazing and surprisingly enough the 2gb is enough for me with this game. That being said, the game keeps crashing once I exit the vault and step across the boundary of the beginner town. It was running well up to that point, I'm guessing something I installed settlement wise is wreaking havoc? Please send help! submitted by jhgujyt to Fallout4ModsXB1 [link] [comments] Integrated commonwealth Uso base game True storms Workshop framework Player responds to pain Mutant menagerie True storms far harbor Green in the commonwealth Eco plus neo all dlcs merged Buffed minuteman militia 2 Spectacle Island reborn Mushroom player home Personal shelter Best view in the commonwealth Atlantis settlement Pineneedle rest Solar street lamps Uso automation Uso wasteland Uso far harbor Building budget extender Craft and scr*p ammo A better world cabin mod Gunsmith overhaul Colored workshop lights Solar power Blacksmiths crafting expansion Holsters and sheaths lite Gkx better destruction Grenade expansion pack Ugh mods manager cap Realistic ragdoll force Double perk level ups More realistic cats Weightless items patch Dismemberment overhaul Arbitration a gameplay overhaul Arbitration automatron Vaultman enemies and bosses Burst intact blast fx Fusion cores uwu Quick step Rad spiders Settler and companion dialogue Insults for all Npc accuracy adjustment Synths revamped Realistic sound xb1 Resident evil audio overhaul Resident evil ui sounds Subnautica cyclops power armor Visible galaxy 4k Fireflies Moon beautiful replacement Vanilla moon 10x Vivid fallout aio Boston ivy red Enhanced blood textures Blood mist overhaul Wet water enhancement textures Vivid waters Realistic lighting sirgreen Realistic lighting True storms patch Interiors enhanced 2.0 Dynamic light for glowing drinks Enhanced flickering fire New female animations 3.0 Cbbe curvy Headcanon tattoos Beanie hairstyles Shaundis hairstyle Azar ponytail hairstyles Just another piper outfit Loving piper Sexy lingerie optional cube Vibrant eyes Chris Redfield jacket Adas outfit Dva outfit Back cat cbbe Docs dread girl Yennefers outfit 40k sister of battle armor Prisoner bindings Skillzerk weapons pack Place anywhere Cheat terminal Full dialogue overhaul Amazing follower tweaks |
2024.05.13 14:03 Expensive_Tip_1229 Why has Justin stopped getting tattoos?
Justin used to get a tattoo once every few months, when he was building his sleeve he got one a week, it's been literally 3 to 4 years since he got any new tattoos. I know he always joked in interviews that Hailey doesn't want him to get anymore, but since when has anyone listened to their partner when it comes to tattoos, not to mention Hailey herself gets around 1-2 new ones per year. If he wanted to save space for his future and his children, he has plenty of space. His legs and back are almost perfectly empty.
I'm asking cause it was Justin who inspired me to get my first tat. Of course over the years my taste in tattoos has changed, and I'm glad I didn't get mine as quickly as Justin, cause now I like different things, but yeah I wanted to explain why this interests me. I love Justin's mind, I think his tattoos are really good, and he got most of them in illustration styles, not the usual trad or realism tattoo styles. If he got the usual tattoos people usually got I wouldn't be interested in them like I am now. Kudos to Justin, he really is a trendsetter.
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I'm asking cause it was Justin who inspired me to get my first tat. Of course over the years my taste in tattoos has changed, and I'm glad I didn't get mine as quickly as Justin, cause now I like different things, but yeah I wanted to explain why this interests me. I love Justin's mind, I think his tattoos are really good, and he got most of them in illustration styles, not the usual trad or realism tattoo styles. If he got the usual tattoos people usually got I wouldn't be interested in them like I am now. Kudos to Justin, he really is a trendsetter.
2024.05.13 09:56 Heavensrock Justin’s Selena tattoo
 | lately I been thinking about Justin’s (very ugly) Selena tattoo that he got in 2013. I wonder why he won’t get it removed? Even though I don’t like Hailey I feel it’s a bit disrespectful to her 😬 I don’t know why she is “allowing” him to keep it ! Big yikesss submitted by Heavensrock to HaileyBaldwinSnark [link] [comments] |
2024.05.11 20:49 Writteninsanity You Broke Your Parents Strangest Rule, Instead of Getting Grounded, the Threw You a Sword and Said “Good Luck.”
My father had always been the kind of man who patted you on the back instead of saying I love you. The kind of man who'd said 'interesting' when he'd accidentally put a screwdriver through his hand. The kind of man that, on their wedding day, told my mother she 'looked very nice.'
He saw me walk into the room and screamed. "GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!"
I stopped in the doorway as he threw his copy of automotive magazine across the room and slapped his hands down on the couch cushions. After a second, he pinched his nose and I heard him swear over and over and over.
I'd come to the living room to apologize for breaking his 'house rule', but this was not the reaction I'd expected.
My mom was the polar opposite of my father, they'd been attracted like magnets. She was the kind of woman who texted hearts 37 times an afternoon. The kind of woman who said nothing on her wedding day because she was busy blubbering. The kind of woman who...
Actually her pain tolerance was shockingly like my father's. Fancy that. Though she'd still cried when she found out swans could be gay, so the point still stood.
My mother rushed into the room skidding along the hardwood in a panic, asking what was wrong. Then she saw me in the opposite doorway. She stopped. Went silent. Then pale.
Dad was inconsolable. Mom needed no consoling.
"What's going on?" I asked. Neither parent answered but I knew what they were going to say anyway so I spoke up for myself. "I know you guys didn't want me to do this, but it's just for the concert and I really made sure I cleaned the shower and--"
"She's your daughter," my Dad finally said.
"I think this comes from you," Mom spat.
"The fuck?" I asked.
"You knew the rules young lady," Mom said. Since when did she take charge in discipline? "And look what you did anyway."
"I dyed my hair red Mom, I can have it out in like a week if it's that big a problem."
"Fire truck red and she thinks she can just undo this," Dad sighed.
"I physically can, like right now but it'd fuck up my hair." Then, after a second, I turned to him, "What the hell is going on? I came out to you like a month ago and and you just asked me if I still wanted to watch the baseball." I walked into the room. Dad still hadn't looked up. "Now it's this?"
"We didn't have a house rule against you liking girls," my Mom said. "Why would we?"
"Woulda made more sense then this stupid rule about dying hai Would you prefer I'd gotten a tattoo?"
"Clearly!" My Dad raised his voice. I jumped. Still wasn't used to that.
"Pause. Family meeting." I said. "Can I grab the Talking Penguin?" The Talking Penguin was a little statute we'd kept in the front hallway. If you were holding it, it was your turn to speak. It'd gotten us through ages 12-14.
My mom took a second, not because it looked like she needed one, but almost just because she was used to it. "I can explain, you don't need the penguin. Herold can you grab her kit?"
"My poor little girl," my Dad sighed. I raised an eyebrow as he pushed past me toward their bedroom.
"What's going on Mom?"
My mother sighed, still eerily calm on the Janet scale. She took my Dad's place on the couch and patted for me to sit down. "How do I explain this?"
I almost had snark for that, but I bit it down.
"Honey, we have a genetic condition in the family. It's called Main Character Syndrome. It used to be useful, but now it's just... well it's just asking for bad things to happen."
"Like we're shitty and self centered?" I asked.
"No, like this." My dad was back in the room, dour again, and carrying a sword that I could have used as a snowboard. "You're going to need this honey."
"What the hell?" I asked. I turned to Mom, she was nodding sagely.
"You have an odd hair colour now honey, you're the main character. We're just waiting for the quest now."
"What quest?" I asked.
"We don't know, but you're a teenager so it will probably start with me and your mother getting killed by someone," my Dad sighed. "I knew what I was getting into when I married into this family. Love you both."
"What?" I asked.
"How many stories do you read where the parents are in the picture?" Mom asked. "We raised you as a reader."
"I'm not just letting you die!" I yelled back.
"Shouldn't have dyed your hair red," my Dad answered, like that made any sense, before throwing me the sword.
——-
"You're. Not. Killing. My. DAD!" I screamed in time with each strike, it helped me get more umph if I channeled emotion into my slashes. That was one of the many things I'd found out over the past days, and all of them had been useful. The mysterious stranger that'd approached the house fell backward, mostly because he was in pieces. I spat on the body and took a moment to catch my breath. Once I had air back in my lungs, I wiped some of the viscera off my face with the back of my hand. I was getting way too used to being covered in blood. Never thought that would be a habit.
I prodded the man's divided arm with my toes. Still. Limp. Warm. Finally seemed like he was staying down.
I spun the sword my Dad'd thrown me in the living room earlier this week. Mom'd told me to give her a name so I'd called her Olivia Rodrigo. Mom told me I needed a less copyrighted name so we dropped the Olivia. There were so many rules to being the main character. A million little things that were supposed to help me on my quest. Things to make me stronger. Things that made no sense in a world with Facebook and Snapchat, but Mom'd explained that the Main Character Syndrome came from a time when swords were normal so....
That had been most of my past week. I killed things. Mom explained things. I rolled my eyes. Rinse. Repeat. Stain the shower with red hair dye.
I pulled out my phone, and texted my Mom, telling her that we were all clear outside but just when her three dots popped up I heard a squelch behind me.
"Oh my god, Bruh. Give up already!" I sighed as I pulled Olivia Rodrigo out of the lawn. "Just take the L."
The man that had stood up several times despite dismemberment was staggering back to his feet as he reassembled himself. The first time he'd walked up, he'd explained that he was going to kill my parents so that I could start my quest. The next four times, I hadn't given him time for an explanation before beginning operation limb removal. I took half a step back and shook some of the blood off my shoes.
"Why do you resist your quest?" the man asked, his voice was rasping and broken, probably because he was still stitching his lungs back together.
"I don't know. Maybe because you're trying to kill my parents?"
"Fate will not be denied."
"Fate can suck my dick," I snapped. I lunged with Rodrigo, cutting through the air. I'd gotten fast in the past days, but the man managed to side step my blade as he twisted his spine back into place.
"You cannot continue to deny it."
"Dude, you're the one who keeps having to rebuild yourself," I pointed out, "I'm crushing this 'denying fate' thing."
"You know not the forces with which you meddle."
"YoU kNow NOt tHe ForCES wiTh WhIch YOu MeDDle," I mocked.
Then a sound behind me. The door opening. Mom.
"I thought you said you were done."
"I thought I was." I protested. The man went to make a move and I kept my sword pointed at him.
"Did you crush his head last time?"
"Ew. No?"
"You have to do that or he keeps coming back," my Mom explained. I checked over my shoulder. The man kept trying to find a way around the sword to get to my Mom.
"Gross."
"Hailey. You'll be late for dinner. Dad will clean up."
"Fine." I slashed without giving the man a verbal warning this time and I caught his throat, then turned my Rodrigo to the broad side and held it up over my head. "In my slay era I guess."
The splatter looked more like watermelon than I was comfortable with. Watermelon with skull in it at least.
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He saw me walk into the room and screamed. "GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!"
I stopped in the doorway as he threw his copy of automotive magazine across the room and slapped his hands down on the couch cushions. After a second, he pinched his nose and I heard him swear over and over and over.
I'd come to the living room to apologize for breaking his 'house rule', but this was not the reaction I'd expected.
My mom was the polar opposite of my father, they'd been attracted like magnets. She was the kind of woman who texted hearts 37 times an afternoon. The kind of woman who said nothing on her wedding day because she was busy blubbering. The kind of woman who...
Actually her pain tolerance was shockingly like my father's. Fancy that. Though she'd still cried when she found out swans could be gay, so the point still stood.
My mother rushed into the room skidding along the hardwood in a panic, asking what was wrong. Then she saw me in the opposite doorway. She stopped. Went silent. Then pale.
Dad was inconsolable. Mom needed no consoling.
"What's going on?" I asked. Neither parent answered but I knew what they were going to say anyway so I spoke up for myself. "I know you guys didn't want me to do this, but it's just for the concert and I really made sure I cleaned the shower and--"
"She's your daughter," my Dad finally said.
"I think this comes from you," Mom spat.
"The fuck?" I asked.
"You knew the rules young lady," Mom said. Since when did she take charge in discipline? "And look what you did anyway."
"I dyed my hair red Mom, I can have it out in like a week if it's that big a problem."
"Fire truck red and she thinks she can just undo this," Dad sighed.
"I physically can, like right now but it'd fuck up my hair." Then, after a second, I turned to him, "What the hell is going on? I came out to you like a month ago and and you just asked me if I still wanted to watch the baseball." I walked into the room. Dad still hadn't looked up. "Now it's this?"
"We didn't have a house rule against you liking girls," my Mom said. "Why would we?"
"Woulda made more sense then this stupid rule about dying hai Would you prefer I'd gotten a tattoo?"
"Clearly!" My Dad raised his voice. I jumped. Still wasn't used to that.
"Pause. Family meeting." I said. "Can I grab the Talking Penguin?" The Talking Penguin was a little statute we'd kept in the front hallway. If you were holding it, it was your turn to speak. It'd gotten us through ages 12-14.
My mom took a second, not because it looked like she needed one, but almost just because she was used to it. "I can explain, you don't need the penguin. Herold can you grab her kit?"
"My poor little girl," my Dad sighed. I raised an eyebrow as he pushed past me toward their bedroom.
"What's going on Mom?"
My mother sighed, still eerily calm on the Janet scale. She took my Dad's place on the couch and patted for me to sit down. "How do I explain this?"
I almost had snark for that, but I bit it down.
"Honey, we have a genetic condition in the family. It's called Main Character Syndrome. It used to be useful, but now it's just... well it's just asking for bad things to happen."
"Like we're shitty and self centered?" I asked.
"No, like this." My dad was back in the room, dour again, and carrying a sword that I could have used as a snowboard. "You're going to need this honey."
"What the hell?" I asked. I turned to Mom, she was nodding sagely.
"You have an odd hair colour now honey, you're the main character. We're just waiting for the quest now."
"What quest?" I asked.
"We don't know, but you're a teenager so it will probably start with me and your mother getting killed by someone," my Dad sighed. "I knew what I was getting into when I married into this family. Love you both."
"What?" I asked.
"How many stories do you read where the parents are in the picture?" Mom asked. "We raised you as a reader."
"I'm not just letting you die!" I yelled back.
"Shouldn't have dyed your hair red," my Dad answered, like that made any sense, before throwing me the sword.
——-
"You're. Not. Killing. My. DAD!" I screamed in time with each strike, it helped me get more umph if I channeled emotion into my slashes. That was one of the many things I'd found out over the past days, and all of them had been useful. The mysterious stranger that'd approached the house fell backward, mostly because he was in pieces. I spat on the body and took a moment to catch my breath. Once I had air back in my lungs, I wiped some of the viscera off my face with the back of my hand. I was getting way too used to being covered in blood. Never thought that would be a habit.
I prodded the man's divided arm with my toes. Still. Limp. Warm. Finally seemed like he was staying down.
I spun the sword my Dad'd thrown me in the living room earlier this week. Mom'd told me to give her a name so I'd called her Olivia Rodrigo. Mom told me I needed a less copyrighted name so we dropped the Olivia. There were so many rules to being the main character. A million little things that were supposed to help me on my quest. Things to make me stronger. Things that made no sense in a world with Facebook and Snapchat, but Mom'd explained that the Main Character Syndrome came from a time when swords were normal so....
That had been most of my past week. I killed things. Mom explained things. I rolled my eyes. Rinse. Repeat. Stain the shower with red hair dye.
I pulled out my phone, and texted my Mom, telling her that we were all clear outside but just when her three dots popped up I heard a squelch behind me.
"Oh my god, Bruh. Give up already!" I sighed as I pulled Olivia Rodrigo out of the lawn. "Just take the L."
The man that had stood up several times despite dismemberment was staggering back to his feet as he reassembled himself. The first time he'd walked up, he'd explained that he was going to kill my parents so that I could start my quest. The next four times, I hadn't given him time for an explanation before beginning operation limb removal. I took half a step back and shook some of the blood off my shoes.
"Why do you resist your quest?" the man asked, his voice was rasping and broken, probably because he was still stitching his lungs back together.
"I don't know. Maybe because you're trying to kill my parents?"
"Fate will not be denied."
"Fate can suck my dick," I snapped. I lunged with Rodrigo, cutting through the air. I'd gotten fast in the past days, but the man managed to side step my blade as he twisted his spine back into place.
"You cannot continue to deny it."
"Dude, you're the one who keeps having to rebuild yourself," I pointed out, "I'm crushing this 'denying fate' thing."
"You know not the forces with which you meddle."
"YoU kNow NOt tHe ForCES wiTh WhIch YOu MeDDle," I mocked.
Then a sound behind me. The door opening. Mom.
"I thought you said you were done."
"I thought I was." I protested. The man went to make a move and I kept my sword pointed at him.
"Did you crush his head last time?"
"Ew. No?"
"You have to do that or he keeps coming back," my Mom explained. I checked over my shoulder. The man kept trying to find a way around the sword to get to my Mom.
"Gross."
"Hailey. You'll be late for dinner. Dad will clean up."
"Fine." I slashed without giving the man a verbal warning this time and I caught his throat, then turned my Rodrigo to the broad side and held it up over my head. "In my slay era I guess."
The splatter looked more like watermelon than I was comfortable with. Watermelon with skull in it at least.
2024.05.11 14:30 Kingmaker1669 Current vita collection anything else I should get?
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2024.05.11 10:53 Xello_99 Full List of German Physical Releases on PS Vita
Hey everybody,
I'm trying to compile a List of all the German physical releases for the vita. I mostly used PSO Archives Region 2 List and just checked each one on german eBay and Amazon. If any of you have any additions, please let me know. I am trying to get a full list, including Limited Editions!
Titles I've found German Releases for (if there's no title in the "German title" column, it's the same as in english):
Region 2 Titles Without German releases:
Question about Zero Escape: Volume 1 & 2: The Nonary Games, according to the PSO Archive list this game has a physical region 2 release. But I haven't found any info or pictures of it. Can anyone confirm if this game even has a Region 2 release (easily identified by the PEGI rating on the cover).
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I'm trying to compile a List of all the German physical releases for the vita. I mostly used PSO Archives Region 2 List and just checked each one on german eBay and Amazon. If any of you have any additions, please let me know. I am trying to get a full list, including Limited Editions!
Titles I've found German Releases for (if there's no title in the "German title" column, it's the same as in english):
| Game | German Title or [Notes] |
|---|---|
| 99 Vidas | [Limited Run] |
| 99 Vidas [Collector's Edition] | [Limited Run] |
| Aegis of Earth: Protonovus Assault | |
| Akiba's Beat | |
| Akiba's Trip: Undead & Undressed | |
| Angry Birds: Star Wars | |
| Arcana Heart 3: LOVE MAX!!!!! | |
| Army Corps of Hell | |
| Asphalt Injection | |
| Assassin's Creed Chronicles | |
| Assassin's Creed III: Liberation | |
| Atelier Shallie Plus: ~Alchemists of the Dusk Sea~ | |
| Batman: Arkham Origins: Blackgate | |
| Best of Arcade Games | |
| BlazBlue: Chrono Phantasma Extend | |
| BlazBlue: Continuum Shift Extend | |
| Borderlands 2 | |
| Bunny Must Die! | [Limited Run] |
| Bunny Must Die! [Soundtrack Bundle] | [Limited Run] |
| Call of Duty: Black Ops: Declassified | |
| Chaos;Child | |
| Child of Light: Complete Edition | |
| Criminal Girls: Invite Only | |
| Danganronpa 2: Goodbye Despair | |
| Danganronpa Another Episode: Ultra Despair Girls | |
| Danganronpa V3: Killing Harmony | |
| Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc | |
| Dead or Alive 5+ | |
| Deception IV: Blood Ties | |
| Demon Gaze | |
| Demon Gaze II | |
| Disgaea 3: Absence of Detention | |
| Disgaea 4: A Promise Revisited | |
| Disney Epic Mickey 2: The Power of Two | Disney Micky Epic 2: Die Macht der Zwei |
| Disney Infinity 2.0: Marvel Super Heroes | |
| Dragon Ball Z: Battle of Z | |
| Dragon's Crown | |
| Dungeon Hunter Alliance | |
| Dungeon Travelers 2 | |
| Dynasty Warriors 8: Xtreme Legends | |
| Dynasty Warriors: Next | |
| Earth Defense Force 2: Invaders From Planet Space | |
| Everybody's Golf | |
| Farming Simulator 14 | Landwirtschafts-Simulator 14 |
| Farming Simulator 16 | Landwirtschafts-Simulator 16 |
| Farming Simulator 18 | Landwirtschafts-Simulator 18 |
| Fate/EXTELLA: The Umbral Star | |
| FIFA 13 | |
| FIFA 14: Legacy Edition | |
| FIFA 15: Legacy Edition | |
| FIFA Football | |
| Final Fantasy X/X-2 HD Remaster† | [X-2 HD Remaster Digital only] |
| Formula 1: 2011 | |
| Freedom Wars | |
| Gal*Gun: Double Peace | |
| God Eater 2: Rage Burst/God Eater: Resurrection† | [God Eater: Resurrection Digital only] |
| God of War Collection | |
| God Wars: Future Past | |
| Grand Kingdom | |
| Gravity Rush | |
| Gundemoniums | [Limited Run] |
| Gundemoniums [Soundtrack Bundle] | [Limited Run] |
| Hakuoki: Edo Blossoms | |
| Hakuoki: Kyoto Winds | |
| Handball 16 | |
| Hatsune Miku: Project Diva F 2nd | |
| Helldivers Super-Earth Ultimate Edition | |
| History: Legends of War | |
| Hyperdevotion Noire: Goddess Black Heart | |
| Hyperdimension Neptunia Re;Birth2 | |
| Hyperdimension Neptunia Re;Birth3 | |
| Hyperdimension Neptunia U: Action Unleashed | |
| Hyperdimension Neptunia: Producing Perfection | |
| Injustice: Gods Among Us: Ultimate Edition | |
| inviZimals: The Alliance | InviZimals - Das Bündnis |
| inviZimals: The Resistance | Invizimals - Der Widerstand |
| J-Stars Victory VS + | |
| Killzone: Mercenary | |
| LEGO Batman 2 - DC Super Heroes | |
| LEGO Batman 3 - Beyond Gotham | LEGO Batman 3 - Jenseits von Gotham |
| LEGO Harry Potter - Years 5 - 7 | LEGO Harry Potter - Die Jahre 5 - 7 |
| LEGO Jurassic World | |
| LEGO Legends of Chima - Laval's Journey | |
| LEGO Marvel Avengers | |
| LEGO Marvel Super Heroes: Universe in Peril | LEGO Marvel Super Heroes - Universum in Gefahr |
| LEGO Ninjago - Nindroids | |
| LEGO Ninjago - Shadow of Ronin | LEGO Ninjago - Schatten des Ronin |
| LEGO Star Wars - The Force Awakens | LEGO Star Wars - Das Erwachen der Macht |
| LEGO The Hobbit | LEGO Der Hobbit |
| LEGO The Lego Movie Videogame | |
| LEGO The Lord of the Rings | LEGO Der Herr der Ringe |
| Little Big Planet: Marvel Super Hero Edition | |
| Little Big Planet: PS Vita | |
| Little Deviants | |
| Looney Tunes: Galactic Sports | Looney Tunes - Die galaktischen Spiele |
| Lost Dimension | |
| Lumines: Electronic Symphony | |
| Lumo | |
| Mary Skelter: Nightmares | |
| MegaTagmension Blanc + Neptune VS Zombies | |
| MeiQ: Labyrinth of Death | |
| Metal Gear Solid: HD Collection | |
| Michael Jackson: The Experience HD | |
| Minecraft: PlayStation Vita Edition | |
| ModNation Racers: Road Trip | |
| Moto GP 13 | |
| Moto GP 14 | |
| MUD: FIM Motorcross World Championship | |
| MXGP The Official Motocross Videogame | MX GP - Die offizielle Motocross-Simulation |
| NAtURAL DOCtRINE | |
| Necrosphere Deluxe | [Limited Run] |
| Necrosphere Deluxe [Soundtrack Bundle] | [Limited Run] |
| Need for Speed: Most Wanted | |
| New Little King's Story | |
| Ninja Gaiden: Sigma Plus | |
| Odin Sphere: Leifthrasir | |
| One Piece: Burning Blood | |
| One Piece: Pirate Warriors 3 | |
| One Piece: Unlimited World Red | |
| Operation Abyss: New Tokyo Legacy | |
| Operation Babel: New Tokyo Legacy | |
| Persona 4: Dancing All Night | |
| Persona 4: Golden | |
| Phineas & Ferb: Day of Doofensmirtz | Phineas & Ferb - Doofenshmirtz' große Stunde |
| PlayStation All-Stars Battle Royale | |
| PlayStation Vita Pets | |
| Psycho-Pass: Mandatory Happiness | |
| Putty Squad | |
| Rayman Legends | |
| Rayman Legends/Rayman Origins | |
| Rayman Origins | |
| Reality Fighters | |
| Resistance: Burning Skies | |
| Ridge Racer | |
| Root Letter | |
| Sayonara UmiharaKawase++ | [Limited Run] |
| Sayonara UmiharaKawase++ [Collector's Edition] | [Limited Run] |
| Senran Kagura: Estival Versus | |
| Shinobido 2: Revenge of Zen | |
| Silent Hill: Book of Memories | |
| Sly Cooper: Thieves in Time | Sly Cooper: Jagd durch die Zeit |
| Smart as... | |
| Sonic & All Star Racing Transformed | |
| Sonic & All Star Racing Transformed Limited Edition | |
| Sorcery Saga: Curse of the Great Curry God | |
| Soul Sacrifice | |
| Space Hulk | |
| Spy Hunter | |
| Steins;Gate | |
| Steins;Gate 0 | |
| Stranger of Sword City | |
| Street Fighter X Tekken | |
| Super Monkey Ball: Banana Splitz | |
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Hailey Bieber Numerology Reading
Before becoming the wife of Justin Bieber, she went by the name of Hailey Rhode Baldwin. Firstly, her first name being her main name and being Hailey, let's see what that usually indicates on a general level.Being someone who holds the first name, Hailey means that you appear either quiet, mature, or shy amongst others. You likely have an impression that can strike others as strong, serious, mean, or relaxed, depending on other factors. The name Hailey holds no double numbers, so it is a good balance of energies, but there are still general lessons people with the name Hailey has. This name holds the energy of 8,1,9,3,5,and 7. The numbers we don't see is 2,4 and 6. This could be why people with the name Hailey may not seem easily approachable by many people, but certain people may be drawn to this energy and won't notice anything off balance. Hailey names give people naturally embedded strength and some form of power, even if it is subtle. They may not always have a simple love life because with 2, 4, and 6 missing, these women/females can struggle sometimes with commitment or close intimacy and could have been too independent or avoidant at one point when someone was trying to love them. The name Hailey makes someone complex because on one hand, they a serious regarding their disposition(8) because they want to appear structured and well received by the public (1) or it makes them feel good to be well put together. They are naturally independent which could sometimes come off as distant(9), but they just want to explore and learn continuously(3). These are not initially people who place importance of romance.
Even if she is into relationships, she would likely not trust easily because of her name ending with the energy of 7 from Y which equals 25 before it is reduced to seven. This can make her a little cautious or strategic with her approach to any type of connections in her life because she want to make sure she can trust these people before she fully opens up.
Now as we look into her being Hailey Rhode Baldwin, this give her a lot of 5 energy. She has a few repeating numbers in her full name which are 8 twice which is good because she isn't overbearing, bossy, or mean, but she has tenacity and ambition most likely. Her capability of dedicating herself could be very strong. She can be obsessive, but it won't be too intense with the 2 8's balancing each other out. In other cases, this could cause her to overthink sometimes or have trust issues.
1 twice as well which emphasizes her not being a bratty type of woman because 1 and 8 can give someone a mean complex if there is enough of it. 1 is about being bold and taking the initiative.
9 three times in Hailey Rhode Baldwin's name which gives her emphasized 9 energy which is about power, authority, popularity, maturity, and travel. One thing she will likely always make time for is travel and learning. Could be into cultural knowledge as well.
Skipping to the fact that she has four 5's in her name, this is the energy emphasized the most. This equals 20 and then 2 making her appear soft, calm, loving, or sensitive. She could be very emotional with this energy and most likely have to perfect her emotional well-being.
Being HAILEY RHODE BALDWIN gives her the Destiny #4, soul urge #9, and Personality #4
Destiny #4 is the same as Halle Bailey. Destiny 4 people are private, especially about things they value and things they see as important and dear to them. It's serious. These types of people are naturally capable of withstanding or handling responsibility. They are evolving into mastering a life that is in order. Don't force these types of people out of their shell if they are not ready. Once these Destiny 4 types feel safe around you, their personality expands and show clearer.
As a soul urge 9, Hailey Bieber is a natural at quick learning and experience. She may be someone who could see something once and would know the ins and outs after that first time learning or practicing. 9 is mastery and wisdom.
As a personality #4, this makes Hailey a cautious person. She will not do or say anything if she isn't feeling comfortable to do so. She takes calculated steps and won't do anything she considers risky or stupid. She has to warm up to environments before she allows herself to be part of the festivities. Likely not too big on parties as an importance.
April and May of 2024 were very romantic times for Hailey Bieber which makes sense that she is now pregnant with Justin Bieber's baby.
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2024.05.10 16:15 mimic751 HELP I need to figure out a good reward for the PCs not destroying a plane out of greed.
So I have a huge over arching quest that has started from level one. It goes until level 15
Basically Every one has a tattoo on their arm that powers up. The way it powers up is the characters are using devices to pull powers from the space between planes when ever they planar traval. Because of the way my campaign is made they do that 5 times.
As they do it I have a bunch of random encounters that escalate that are themed from the different planes.
At the end of the quest they have two options. They must remove their arms and destroy them in a ritual (which is not a big deal in eberron). But they lose their arms and this mega powerful legendary artifact essentially.
OR
They can choose to destroy one of the other Planes. I have Ideas on how to handle this but it would obviously be devastating and world changing.
If they dont do it what are some consolidations? Obviously a masterwork prosthetic. But what can I give that to make it at least kind of worth it.
heres what I have so far.....
:
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{{note Collection of Starlight Condensate: - Description: Starlight Condensate is a mystical, luminescent liquid that forms only in places where the veil between the Material Plane and the Astral Plane is thinnest. This rare substance, believed to be the crystallized essence of astral light, has traveled across the cosmos and permeated the fabric of reality. - Properties: When used in the enhancement of magic tattoos, the Condensate imbues them with celestial energy, unlocking latent powers and allowing for deeper customization and more potent effects. - Collection Method: The tattoo artist provides each party member with a hollow crystal. When traveling through a rift between planes, this crystal fills with Starlight Condensate. }}
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Flavor Text: "As you step through the shimmering veil of the planar portal, a wave of arcane energy washes over you. The air tingles with the resonance of distant realms, and a deep hum vibrates through your very being. A sense of unease settles in as you instinctively reach out with your arcane senses, trying to grasp the subtle threads of reality that waver and distort around you."
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Objective: Stabilize the planar boundaries to prevent further destabilization caused by the Havoc Seal tattoos.
If the players have never noticed the chaos in the world or they don't care
{{note “Clive’s eyes gleam with a manic light as he dismisses your concerns with wild gestures. ‘Can’t you see? The chaos, the power—it’s magnificent! We’re on the brink of something extraordinary!’” }}
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Heres the enhancments. I am crediting GM GUILD book ancestral weapons for the powerups as I like them
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Basically Every one has a tattoo on their arm that powers up. The way it powers up is the characters are using devices to pull powers from the space between planes when ever they planar traval. Because of the way my campaign is made they do that 5 times.
As they do it I have a bunch of random encounters that escalate that are themed from the different planes.
At the end of the quest they have two options. They must remove their arms and destroy them in a ritual (which is not a big deal in eberron). But they lose their arms and this mega powerful legendary artifact essentially.
OR
They can choose to destroy one of the other Planes. I have Ideas on how to handle this but it would obviously be devastating and world changing.
If they dont do it what are some consolidations? Obviously a masterwork prosthetic. But what can I give that to make it at least kind of worth it.
heres what I have so far.....
Magic Tattoos: Havoc Seal
Every player receives a glowing tattoo known as the Havoc Seal. These tattoos can be upgraded by the tattoo artist located at the Sharn headquarters once the stolen ledger is retrieved. :  {width:325px,mix-blend-mode:multiply}:
Clive Arcane Tattoo artist
Clive is a middle aged gnome that is obsessed with magical tattoos. He has found a way to refine the fabric of reality into ink is looking for a team to obtain Starlight Condensate using his home made gathering crystals{width:320px,mix-blend-mode:multiply,border:"2px solid",border-radius:10px} :
Enhancements Overview
The tattoos can be enhanced when working with the tattoo artist. He can use special resources that are gathered to add attributes to a person’s arsenal. : The Players should come to rely on these tatoos. They should be powerful but not game breaking. Feel free to not allow certain combinations due to arcane imbalance or backlash. :{{note Collection of Starlight Condensate: - Description: Starlight Condensate is a mystical, luminescent liquid that forms only in places where the veil between the Material Plane and the Astral Plane is thinnest. This rare substance, believed to be the crystallized essence of astral light, has traveled across the cosmos and permeated the fabric of reality. - Properties: When used in the enhancement of magic tattoos, the Condensate imbues them with celestial energy, unlocking latent powers and allowing for deeper customization and more potent effects. - Collection Method: The tattoo artist provides each party member with a hollow crystal. When traveling through a rift between planes, this crystal fills with Starlight Condensate. }}
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Consequences
Planar Instabilities
The Havoc Seal tattoos provide incredible power, but their use can destabilize the boundaries between planes, leading to increasingly severe consequences.Detecting Destabilization
Whenever the party traverses a planar portal, they can roll a d20 Arcana check to sense the destabilization.Flavor Text: "As you step through the shimmering veil of the planar portal, a wave of arcane energy washes over you. The air tingles with the resonance of distant realms, and a deep hum vibrates through your very being. A sense of unease settles in as you instinctively reach out with your arcane senses, trying to grasp the subtle threads of reality that waver and distort around you."
Tier 1: Minor Disturbances
- Planar Overlaps:
- Problem: Subtle fusions of the Feywild or Shadowfell with the Material Plane cause minor anomalies and the appearance of strange creatures.
- Stabilization: Perform basic rituals, secure minor artifacts, or seek help from plane natives to close small rifts.
- Temporal Distortions:
- Problem: Slight irregularities in time flow, with minor accelerations or decelerations.
- Stabilization: Locate and use Chrono Crystals or consult mages for minor time flow adjustments.
- Elemental Imbalances:
- Problem: Small-scale weather anomalies and minor elemental disturbances.
- Stabilization: Conduct elemental rituals at key sites, possibly with elemental gems.
- Planar Gateways:
- Problem: Occasional opening of small portals, allowing minor creatures to pass through.
- Stabilization: Use basic spells or tools to close portals and guard against minor entities.
- Ghostly Incursions:
- Problem: Increased sightings of ghostly apparitions and minor hauntings.
- Stabilization: Use Veil Stones or simple rituals to calm spirits and strengthen barriers. :: ## Tier 2: Significant Anomalies
- Planar Overlaps:
- Problem: Noticeable merging of planes with more pronounced environmental changes and aggressive creatures.
- Stabilization: Perform advanced rituals, secure significant artifacts, or gain aid from powerful plane beings.
- Temporal Distortions:
- Problem: More severe time flow issues, with significant accelerations and decelerations.
- Stabilization: Find powerful Chrono Crystals or consult high-level mages for major adjustments.
- Elemental Imbalances:
- Problem: Pronounced weather disturbances and frequent elemental manifestations.
- Stabilization: Perform complex rituals and use powerful elemental gems or seek aid from elemental spirits.
- Planar Gateways:
- Problem: Frequent openings of larger portals, allowing dangerous creatures to pass through.
- Stabilization: Use advanced spells or tools to close portals and maintain vigilant guards against more dangerous entities.
- Ghostly Incursions:
- Problem: Frequent ghostly apparitions and severe hauntings.
- Stabilization: Strengthen barriers with powerful Veil Stones or perform complex rituals to calm spirits.
Tier 3: Severe Instabilities
- Planar Overlaps:
- Problem: Extensive merging of planes with drastic environmental changes and powerful, hostile creatures.
- Stabilization: Conduct major rituals, secure legendary artifacts, or gain aid from ancient plane beings.
- Temporal Distortions:
- Problem: Extreme irregularities in time flow, with chaotic accelerations and decelerations.
- Stabilization: Use legendary Chrono Crystals or seek out archmages for significant recalibrations.
- Elemental Imbalances:
- Problem: Widespread elemental chaos causing natural disasters and summoning of potent elemental beings.
- Stabilization: Perform major rituals at critical sites and use rare elemental gems or powerful spirit aid.
- Planar Gateways:
- Problem: Constant openings of massive portals, unleashing powerful and dangerous entities.
- Stabilization: Utilize legendary spells or tools to close portals and maintain constant vigilance against formidable entities.
- Ghostly Incursions:
- Problem: Overwhelming ghostly presence and widespread hauntings.
- Stabilization: Use legendary Veil Stones or conduct powerful rituals to calm spirits and restore peace. \column ### Interacting with Clive, the Tattoo Artist
- Growing Anomalies (Tier 2): As the instabilities become more significant, Clive remains nonchalant, brushing off their concerns with a laugh. "A few quirks of magic! You’ll hardly notice them in your grand adventures!"
- Severe Instabilities (Tier 3): By this stage, Clive’s demeanor changes. His eyes have a wild gleam, and his reassurances are laced with a hint of madness. "The chaos is a small price for such power! Don’t you see? It’s magnificent!"
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Quest: Tattoo Undo
“The Anchors of Reality”Objective: Stabilize the planar boundaries to prevent further destabilization caused by the Havoc Seal tattoos.
If the players have never noticed the chaos in the world or they don't care
Receiving Tier 4 Tattoos
- Event: The party receives their powerful Tier 4 tattoos from Clive.
- Consequences: Immediately after, the whole of reality shakes, signaling a severe destabilization. {{note “As the final strokes of the tattoo needle embed the last of the powerful runes into your skin, the very fabric of reality quakes. The ground trembles, and a ripple of distortion pulses through the air, a harbinger of impending chaos.” }}
Part 1: Discovery and Conflict
A team of magical researchers burst into HavocHavens' front doors shouting for what ever we are doing to stop. The whole of reality is caving in on itselfClive’s Revelation:
Confront the tattoo artist Clive at the Sharn headquarters. He reveals his true intentions, showing signs of madness, obsessed with the chaotic power of the tattoos.{{note “Clive’s eyes gleam with a manic light as he dismisses your concerns with wild gestures. ‘Can’t you see? The chaos, the power—it’s magnificent! We’re on the brink of something extraordinary!’” }}
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Part 2: Quest for the Anchors
- Gathering Information:
- Objective: Uncover the locations and nature of the Anchors.
- Tasks:
- Libraries of Morgrave University: Delve into ancient tomes and scrolls.
- Challenge: Solve intricate puzzles or decode encrypted texts.
- Consulting Planar Beings: Seek wisdom from entities like planar guardians or spirits.
- Challenge: Negotiate or complete tasks for these beings to gain their knowledge.
- Retrieving Ancient Texts: Explore ruins or hidden vaults in Sharn to find lost writings.
- Challenge: Overcome traps and guardians protecting these texts.
- Repairing the Anchors:
- Objective: Restore the stability of each Anchor.
- Tasks:
- Puzzle Challenges: Solve complex mechanisms linked to each Anchor.
- Guardian Encounters: Defeat or appease powerful beings guarding the Anchors.
- Cleansing Corruption: Purge dark energies or malevolent forces corrupting the Anchors.
- Planar Travel:
- Objective: Journey through diverse and dangerous planes to reach each Anchor.
- Planes to Explore:
- The Feywild: Navigate enchanted forests and negotiate with capricious fey.
- The Shadowfell: Traverse shadowy landscapes and confront undead horrors.
- The Elemental Planes: Brave the fury of elemental realms and their denizens.
Part 3: Final Confrontation
- Confronting Clive:
- Scenario: Clive, now a powerful planar entity, stands at the heart of the instability.
- Choice:
- Confrontation: Battle Clive to stop his reckless plans.
- Challenge: Overcome Clive’s enhanced abilities and his chaotic manipulation of planar energies.
- Alliance: Convince Clive to assist in stabilizing the planes.
- Challenge: Persuade Clive, possibly through trials or showing the dire consequences of continued instability.
- Resolution:
- Fate of the Tattoos:
- Option 1: Sacrifice Arms
- Objective: Perform a ritual to sacrifice their arms, stabilizing the planes.
- Outcome: Gain magical prosthetics with unique powers.
- Magical Prosthetic Arm: Infused with stabilizing magic, granting enhanced strength, arcane capabilities, or unique defensive traits.
- Option 2: Sacrifice a Realm
- Objective: Stabilize the planes by sacrificing one of the realms.
- Realms and Consequences:
- Feywild: The loss of the Feywild causes a decline in natural magic and the disappearance of fey creatures.
- Shadowfell: Sacrificing the Shadowfell diminishes the influence of death, making resurrection easier but disrupting the balance between life and death.
- Elemental Planes (Fire, Water, Air, Earth): Each elemental plane sacrificed leads to a permanent imbalance in the corresponding element, causing long-term natural disasters.
- Ethereal Plane: Losing the Ethereal Plane makes ethereal travel and spells impossible, weakening connections to spirits and ghosts.
- Astral Plane: Sacrificing the Astral Plane disrupts long-distance planar travel and weakens the power of psionics.
- Dal Quor: The loss of Dal Quor ends dreams and nightmares, affecting all beings’ rest and creativity.
Heres the enhancments. I am crediting GM GUILD book ancestral weapons for the powerups as I like them
Havoc Seal Enhancements
Tier 0: Level 1+ Upgrades
- For your Eyes Only: Once per short rest you can encrypt the contents of a single page. This page can only be encrypted by some one who also has a Havoc Seal
Tier 1: Level 1+ Upgrades
- Duelist (Level 1): When you are hit by a melee attack you can see, you can channel the tattoo's energy to increase your AC by 1 using your reaction.
- Enhanced Combat (Level 1): Gain a +1 bonus to attack and damage rolls made with any weapon you wield.
- Infusion (Level 1): Upon activating this tattoo, select a damage type (acid, cold, fire, force, lightning, necrotic, poison, psychic, radiant, thunder). Your attacks deal an additional d6 damage of that type.
- Magus (Level 1): While you channel through any weapon, gain a +1 bonus to spell attack rolls and AC.
- Magical Core (Level 1): Embed a cantrip within the tattoo. Use an action to cast this cantrip. Can be used twice per long rest. Spell attack bonus is +4, and spell save DC is 12.
- Slayer (Level 1): Choose an enemy type (beasts, fey, humanoids, monstrosities, undead). Attacks deal 2d6 additional damage to these creatures.
- Spell Link (Level 1): For spellcasters only, gain an additional level 1 spell slot, refreshed on a long rest.
- Spell Storing (Level 1 & 2): Store a level 1 or 2 spell within the tattoo. Cast it using an action; long rest required to recharge. Spell attack bonus is +4, spell save difficulty is 12/14 respectively.
- Bully: Gain advantage on Charisma (Intimidation) checks when visible to the target.
- Charmward: Gain advantage on saving throws against being charmed.
- Darkvision: Gain darkvision out to 60 feet. If you already have darkvision, extend its range by 60 feet.
Tier 2: Level 5+ Upgrades
- Amplify (Level 1): Gain +1 to an ability score of your choice, up to a maximum of 20.
- Duelist (Level 2): Use your reaction when hit by a melee attack to add 2 to your AC.
- Enhanced Combat (Level 2): Gain a +2 bonus to attack and damage rolls with any weapon you wield.
- Proficient (Level 1 & 2): Gain proficiency in one or two skills of your choice.
- Guardian (Level 1): Gain proficiency in a saving throw of your choice.
- Magical Core (Level 2): Embed any cantrip within the tattoo. Cast at will; Spell attack bonus is +4, and spell save DC is 14.
- Spell Storing (Level 3): Store a level 3 spell within the tattoo. Cast using an action; requires a long rest to recharge. Spell attack bonus is +6, spell save difficulty is 14.
- Mobile (Level 1): Increase your base movement speed by 5 feet.
- Bolstering: When targeted by a healing spell, regain additional hit points equal to your Constitution modifier.
- Ritualist: Halve the time required to cast spells as rituals while the tattoo is active.
- Shadowed: Enhance your cover in combat; ½ cover counts as ¾ cover. \page
Tier 3: Level 10+ Upgrades
- Duelist (Level 3): Use your reaction when hit by a melee attack to add 3 to your AC.
- Enhanced Combat (Level 3): Gain a +3 bonus to attack and damage rolls with any weapon you wield.
- Flying: Gain a flying speed equal to your movement speed.
- Infusion (Level 2): Choose a damage type; your attacks deal an additional 2d6 damage of that type.
- Magical Core (Level 3): Embed any level 1 spell within the tattoo. Cast twice per long rest; Spell attack bonus is +8, spell save DC is 16.
- Spell Link (Level 3): For spellcasters only, gain an additional level 3 spell slot, refreshed on a long rest.
- Spell Storing (Level 4): Store a level 4 spell within the tattoo. Cast using an action; requires a long rest to recharge. Spell attack bonus is +8, spell save difficulty is 16.
- Indomitable (Level 2): When reduced to 0 hit points, take the Attack action before falling unconscious.
- Elemental Resistance: Gain resistance to one damage type of your choice (fire, cold, lightning, etc.).
- Proficient (Level 3): Gain proficiency in three skills of your choice.
Tier 4: Level 15+ Upgrades
- Amplify (Level 2): Gain +2 to an ability score of your choice, to a maximum of 20.
- Guardian (Level 2): Gain proficiency and advantage on a saving throw of your choice when you can see the source of the effect.
- Magical Core (Level 4): Embed any level 1 spell within the tattoo. Cast at will; Spell attack bonus is +8, and the spell save DC is 16.
- Slayer (Level 2): Choose an enemy type (beasts, fey, humanoids, monstrosities, undead). Your attacks deal 4d6 additional damage to these creatures.
- Spell Storing (Level 4): Store a level 5 spell within the tattoo. Cast using an action; requires a long rest to recharge. Spell attack bonus is +8, spell save difficulty is 16.
- Spell Link (Level 4): For spellcasters only, gain an additional level 4 spell slot, refreshed on a long rest.
- Truesight: Gain truesight while the tattoo is active.
- Beacon: Use an action to emit a divine light from the tattoo. Allies within 15 feet gain a +1 bonus to AC and their attacks deal an additional d6 force damage for 1 minute. Allies can move half their movement towards the light without provoking opportunity attacks. Requires a short or long rest to recharge.
- Spectral Reach: Increase the range of your attacks by 5 feet for 1 minute, inflicting an additional d4 damage. Requires a short or long rest to recharge.
- Venomous: Each creature damaged by your attacks must succeed on a DC 15 Constitution save or suffer 2d6 poison damage at the start of their round for 1 minute. On a successful save, the creature is immune to this effect for the next 24 hours.
- Vicious (Level 2): If the d20 roll for an attack is a 20, your critical hit deals an extra 4d6 damage of the attack’s type.
- Will (Level 2): For spellcasters only, when you fail a concentration check, you can choose to pass it instead. Requires a long rest before it can be used again.
- Whirlwind: Use your action to perform a melee attack against each creatu*/897re within 5 feet.
- Keen (Level 2): Attacks made with the tattoo's power cause a critical hit on a roll of 18, 19, or 20.
- Mentor: For spellcasters only, cast any spell you know, even if not prepared, by expending a spell slot of the highest level available to you. Requires a long rest before it can be used again.
- Mobile (Level 2): Increase your base movement speed by an additional 10 feet.
- Piercing (Level 2): Gain +4 on attack rolls against enemies with shields.
- Power Surge: Once per day, you can use a spell slot to cast a spell you know of up to 2 levels higher than that of the spell slot.
- Precise (Level 2): Reroll damage results from your attacks; you must accept the second result.
- Proficient (Level 4): Gain proficiency in four skills of your choice.
- Protective: Make a saving throw with advantage. Requires a short or long rest before it can be used again.
- Rallying: Use an action to raise your spirits (or symbolically, your weapon) in the air, bolstering your allies. For the next minute, your tattoo radiates a shining aura. All allies within 30 feet gain advantage on Wisdom saving throws and are immune to the frightened condition. Any ally moving directly towards you during this time can increase their movement speed by 10 feet. Requires a short or long rest before it can be used again.
2024.05.10 16:15 mimic751 I need help figuring out a reward for the PC's doing a good thing rather than destroying reality
So I have a huge over arching quest that has started from level one. It goes until level 15
Basically Every one has a tattoo on their arm that powers up. The way it powers up is the characters are using devices to pull powers from the space between planes when ever they planar traval. Because of the way my campaign is made they do that 5 times.
As they do it I have a bunch of random encounters that escalate that are themed from the different planes.
At the end of the quest they have two options. They must remove their arms and destroy them in a ritual (which is not a big deal in eberron). But they lose their arms and this mega powerful legendary artifact essentially.
OR
They can choose to destroy one of the other Planes. I have Ideas on how to handle this but it would obviously be devastating and world changing.
If they dont do it what are some consolidations? Obviously a masterwork prosthetic. But what can I give that to make it at least kind of worth it.
heres what I have so far.....
:
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{{note Collection of Starlight Condensate: - Description: Starlight Condensate is a mystical, luminescent liquid that forms only in places where the veil between the Material Plane and the Astral Plane is thinnest. This rare substance, believed to be the crystallized essence of astral light, has traveled across the cosmos and permeated the fabric of reality. - Properties: When used in the enhancement of magic tattoos, the Condensate imbues them with celestial energy, unlocking latent powers and allowing for deeper customization and more potent effects. - Collection Method: The tattoo artist provides each party member with a hollow crystal. When traveling through a rift between planes, this crystal fills with Starlight Condensate. }}
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Flavor Text: "As you step through the shimmering veil of the planar portal, a wave of arcane energy washes over you. The air tingles with the resonance of distant realms, and a deep hum vibrates through your very being. A sense of unease settles in as you instinctively reach out with your arcane senses, trying to grasp the subtle threads of reality that waver and distort around you."
\page
Objective: Stabilize the planar boundaries to prevent further destabilization caused by the Havoc Seal tattoos.
If the players have never noticed the chaos in the world or they don't care
{{note “Clive’s eyes gleam with a manic light as he dismisses your concerns with wild gestures. ‘Can’t you see? The chaos, the power—it’s magnificent! We’re on the brink of something extraordinary!’” }}
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Heres the enhancments. I am crediting GM GUILD book ancestral weapons for the powerups as I like them
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Basically Every one has a tattoo on their arm that powers up. The way it powers up is the characters are using devices to pull powers from the space between planes when ever they planar traval. Because of the way my campaign is made they do that 5 times.
As they do it I have a bunch of random encounters that escalate that are themed from the different planes.
At the end of the quest they have two options. They must remove their arms and destroy them in a ritual (which is not a big deal in eberron). But they lose their arms and this mega powerful legendary artifact essentially.
OR
They can choose to destroy one of the other Planes. I have Ideas on how to handle this but it would obviously be devastating and world changing.
If they dont do it what are some consolidations? Obviously a masterwork prosthetic. But what can I give that to make it at least kind of worth it.
heres what I have so far.....
Magic Tattoos: Havoc Seal
Every player receives a glowing tattoo known as the Havoc Seal. These tattoos can be upgraded by the tattoo artist located at the Sharn headquarters once the stolen ledger is retrieved. :  {width:325px,mix-blend-mode:multiply}:
Clive Arcane Tattoo artist
Clive is a middle aged gnome that is obsessed with magical tattoos. He has found a way to refine the fabric of reality into ink is looking for a team to obtain Starlight Condensate using his home made gathering crystals{width:320px,mix-blend-mode:multiply,border:"2px solid",border-radius:10px} :
Enhancements Overview
The tattoos can be enhanced when working with the tattoo artist. He can use special resources that are gathered to add attributes to a person’s arsenal. : The Players should come to rely on these tatoos. They should be powerful but not game breaking. Feel free to not allow certain combinations due to arcane imbalance or backlash. :{{note Collection of Starlight Condensate: - Description: Starlight Condensate is a mystical, luminescent liquid that forms only in places where the veil between the Material Plane and the Astral Plane is thinnest. This rare substance, believed to be the crystallized essence of astral light, has traveled across the cosmos and permeated the fabric of reality. - Properties: When used in the enhancement of magic tattoos, the Condensate imbues them with celestial energy, unlocking latent powers and allowing for deeper customization and more potent effects. - Collection Method: The tattoo artist provides each party member with a hollow crystal. When traveling through a rift between planes, this crystal fills with Starlight Condensate. }}
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Consequences
Planar Instabilities
The Havoc Seal tattoos provide incredible power, but their use can destabilize the boundaries between planes, leading to increasingly severe consequences.Detecting Destabilization
Whenever the party traverses a planar portal, they can roll a d20 Arcana check to sense the destabilization.Flavor Text: "As you step through the shimmering veil of the planar portal, a wave of arcane energy washes over you. The air tingles with the resonance of distant realms, and a deep hum vibrates through your very being. A sense of unease settles in as you instinctively reach out with your arcane senses, trying to grasp the subtle threads of reality that waver and distort around you."
Tier 1: Minor Disturbances
- Planar Overlaps:
- Problem: Subtle fusions of the Feywild or Shadowfell with the Material Plane cause minor anomalies and the appearance of strange creatures.
- Stabilization: Perform basic rituals, secure minor artifacts, or seek help from plane natives to close small rifts.
- Temporal Distortions:
- Problem: Slight irregularities in time flow, with minor accelerations or decelerations.
- Stabilization: Locate and use Chrono Crystals or consult mages for minor time flow adjustments.
- Elemental Imbalances:
- Problem: Small-scale weather anomalies and minor elemental disturbances.
- Stabilization: Conduct elemental rituals at key sites, possibly with elemental gems.
- Planar Gateways:
- Problem: Occasional opening of small portals, allowing minor creatures to pass through.
- Stabilization: Use basic spells or tools to close portals and guard against minor entities.
- Ghostly Incursions:
- Problem: Increased sightings of ghostly apparitions and minor hauntings.
- Stabilization: Use Veil Stones or simple rituals to calm spirits and strengthen barriers. :: ## Tier 2: Significant Anomalies
- Planar Overlaps:
- Problem: Noticeable merging of planes with more pronounced environmental changes and aggressive creatures.
- Stabilization: Perform advanced rituals, secure significant artifacts, or gain aid from powerful plane beings.
- Temporal Distortions:
- Problem: More severe time flow issues, with significant accelerations and decelerations.
- Stabilization: Find powerful Chrono Crystals or consult high-level mages for major adjustments.
- Elemental Imbalances:
- Problem: Pronounced weather disturbances and frequent elemental manifestations.
- Stabilization: Perform complex rituals and use powerful elemental gems or seek aid from elemental spirits.
- Planar Gateways:
- Problem: Frequent openings of larger portals, allowing dangerous creatures to pass through.
- Stabilization: Use advanced spells or tools to close portals and maintain vigilant guards against more dangerous entities.
- Ghostly Incursions:
- Problem: Frequent ghostly apparitions and severe hauntings.
- Stabilization: Strengthen barriers with powerful Veil Stones or perform complex rituals to calm spirits.
Tier 3: Severe Instabilities
- Planar Overlaps:
- Problem: Extensive merging of planes with drastic environmental changes and powerful, hostile creatures.
- Stabilization: Conduct major rituals, secure legendary artifacts, or gain aid from ancient plane beings.
- Temporal Distortions:
- Problem: Extreme irregularities in time flow, with chaotic accelerations and decelerations.
- Stabilization: Use legendary Chrono Crystals or seek out archmages for significant recalibrations.
- Elemental Imbalances:
- Problem: Widespread elemental chaos causing natural disasters and summoning of potent elemental beings.
- Stabilization: Perform major rituals at critical sites and use rare elemental gems or powerful spirit aid.
- Planar Gateways:
- Problem: Constant openings of massive portals, unleashing powerful and dangerous entities.
- Stabilization: Utilize legendary spells or tools to close portals and maintain constant vigilance against formidable entities.
- Ghostly Incursions:
- Problem: Overwhelming ghostly presence and widespread hauntings.
- Stabilization: Use legendary Veil Stones or conduct powerful rituals to calm spirits and restore peace. \column ### Interacting with Clive, the Tattoo Artist
- Growing Anomalies (Tier 2): As the instabilities become more significant, Clive remains nonchalant, brushing off their concerns with a laugh. "A few quirks of magic! You’ll hardly notice them in your grand adventures!"
- Severe Instabilities (Tier 3): By this stage, Clive’s demeanor changes. His eyes have a wild gleam, and his reassurances are laced with a hint of madness. "The chaos is a small price for such power! Don’t you see? It’s magnificent!"
\page
Quest: Tattoo Undo
“The Anchors of Reality”Objective: Stabilize the planar boundaries to prevent further destabilization caused by the Havoc Seal tattoos.
If the players have never noticed the chaos in the world or they don't care
Receiving Tier 4 Tattoos
- Event: The party receives their powerful Tier 4 tattoos from Clive.
- Consequences: Immediately after, the whole of reality shakes, signaling a severe destabilization. {{note “As the final strokes of the tattoo needle embed the last of the powerful runes into your skin, the very fabric of reality quakes. The ground trembles, and a ripple of distortion pulses through the air, a harbinger of impending chaos.” }}
Part 1: Discovery and Conflict
A team of magical researchers burst into HavocHavens' front doors shouting for what ever we are doing to stop. The whole of reality is caving in on itselfClive’s Revelation:
Confront the tattoo artist Clive at the Sharn headquarters. He reveals his true intentions, showing signs of madness, obsessed with the chaotic power of the tattoos.{{note “Clive’s eyes gleam with a manic light as he dismisses your concerns with wild gestures. ‘Can’t you see? The chaos, the power—it’s magnificent! We’re on the brink of something extraordinary!’” }}
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Part 2: Quest for the Anchors
- Gathering Information:
- Objective: Uncover the locations and nature of the Anchors.
- Tasks:
- Libraries of Morgrave University: Delve into ancient tomes and scrolls.
- Challenge: Solve intricate puzzles or decode encrypted texts.
- Consulting Planar Beings: Seek wisdom from entities like planar guardians or spirits.
- Challenge: Negotiate or complete tasks for these beings to gain their knowledge.
- Retrieving Ancient Texts: Explore ruins or hidden vaults in Sharn to find lost writings.
- Challenge: Overcome traps and guardians protecting these texts.
- Repairing the Anchors:
- Objective: Restore the stability of each Anchor.
- Tasks:
- Puzzle Challenges: Solve complex mechanisms linked to each Anchor.
- Guardian Encounters: Defeat or appease powerful beings guarding the Anchors.
- Cleansing Corruption: Purge dark energies or malevolent forces corrupting the Anchors.
- Planar Travel:
- Objective: Journey through diverse and dangerous planes to reach each Anchor.
- Planes to Explore:
- The Feywild: Navigate enchanted forests and negotiate with capricious fey.
- The Shadowfell: Traverse shadowy landscapes and confront undead horrors.
- The Elemental Planes: Brave the fury of elemental realms and their denizens.
Part 3: Final Confrontation
- Confronting Clive:
- Scenario: Clive, now a powerful planar entity, stands at the heart of the instability.
- Choice:
- Confrontation: Battle Clive to stop his reckless plans.
- Challenge: Overcome Clive’s enhanced abilities and his chaotic manipulation of planar energies.
- Alliance: Convince Clive to assist in stabilizing the planes.
- Challenge: Persuade Clive, possibly through trials or showing the dire consequences of continued instability.
- Resolution:
- Fate of the Tattoos:
- Option 1: Sacrifice Arms
- Objective: Perform a ritual to sacrifice their arms, stabilizing the planes.
- Outcome: Gain magical prosthetics with unique powers.
- Magical Prosthetic Arm: Infused with stabilizing magic, granting enhanced strength, arcane capabilities, or unique defensive traits.
- Option 2: Sacrifice a Realm
- Objective: Stabilize the planes by sacrificing one of the realms.
- Realms and Consequences:
- Feywild: The loss of the Feywild causes a decline in natural magic and the disappearance of fey creatures.
- Shadowfell: Sacrificing the Shadowfell diminishes the influence of death, making resurrection easier but disrupting the balance between life and death.
- Elemental Planes (Fire, Water, Air, Earth): Each elemental plane sacrificed leads to a permanent imbalance in the corresponding element, causing long-term natural disasters.
- Ethereal Plane: Losing the Ethereal Plane makes ethereal travel and spells impossible, weakening connections to spirits and ghosts.
- Astral Plane: Sacrificing the Astral Plane disrupts long-distance planar travel and weakens the power of psionics.
- Dal Quor: The loss of Dal Quor ends dreams and nightmares, affecting all beings’ rest and creativity.
Heres the enhancments. I am crediting GM GUILD book ancestral weapons for the powerups as I like them
Havoc Seal Enhancements
Tier 0: Level 1+ Upgrades
- For your Eyes Only: Once per short rest you can encrypt the contents of a single page. This page can only be encrypted by some one who also has a Havoc Seal
Tier 1: Level 1+ Upgrades
- Duelist (Level 1): When you are hit by a melee attack you can see, you can channel the tattoo's energy to increase your AC by 1 using your reaction.
- Enhanced Combat (Level 1): Gain a +1 bonus to attack and damage rolls made with any weapon you wield.
- Infusion (Level 1): Upon activating this tattoo, select a damage type (acid, cold, fire, force, lightning, necrotic, poison, psychic, radiant, thunder). Your attacks deal an additional d6 damage of that type.
- Magus (Level 1): While you channel through any weapon, gain a +1 bonus to spell attack rolls and AC.
- Magical Core (Level 1): Embed a cantrip within the tattoo. Use an action to cast this cantrip. Can be used twice per long rest. Spell attack bonus is +4, and spell save DC is 12.
- Slayer (Level 1): Choose an enemy type (beasts, fey, humanoids, monstrosities, undead). Attacks deal 2d6 additional damage to these creatures.
- Spell Link (Level 1): For spellcasters only, gain an additional level 1 spell slot, refreshed on a long rest.
- Spell Storing (Level 1 & 2): Store a level 1 or 2 spell within the tattoo. Cast it using an action; long rest required to recharge. Spell attack bonus is +4, spell save difficulty is 12/14 respectively.
- Bully: Gain advantage on Charisma (Intimidation) checks when visible to the target.
- Charmward: Gain advantage on saving throws against being charmed.
- Darkvision: Gain darkvision out to 60 feet. If you already have darkvision, extend its range by 60 feet.
Tier 2: Level 5+ Upgrades
- Amplify (Level 1): Gain +1 to an ability score of your choice, up to a maximum of 20.
- Duelist (Level 2): Use your reaction when hit by a melee attack to add 2 to your AC.
- Enhanced Combat (Level 2): Gain a +2 bonus to attack and damage rolls with any weapon you wield.
- Proficient (Level 1 & 2): Gain proficiency in one or two skills of your choice.
- Guardian (Level 1): Gain proficiency in a saving throw of your choice.
- Magical Core (Level 2): Embed any cantrip within the tattoo. Cast at will; Spell attack bonus is +4, and spell save DC is 14.
- Spell Storing (Level 3): Store a level 3 spell within the tattoo. Cast using an action; requires a long rest to recharge. Spell attack bonus is +6, spell save difficulty is 14.
- Mobile (Level 1): Increase your base movement speed by 5 feet.
- Bolstering: When targeted by a healing spell, regain additional hit points equal to your Constitution modifier.
- Ritualist: Halve the time required to cast spells as rituals while the tattoo is active.
- Shadowed: Enhance your cover in combat; ½ cover counts as ¾ cover. \page
Tier 3: Level 10+ Upgrades
- Duelist (Level 3): Use your reaction when hit by a melee attack to add 3 to your AC.
- Enhanced Combat (Level 3): Gain a +3 bonus to attack and damage rolls with any weapon you wield.
- Flying: Gain a flying speed equal to your movement speed.
- Infusion (Level 2): Choose a damage type; your attacks deal an additional 2d6 damage of that type.
- Magical Core (Level 3): Embed any level 1 spell within the tattoo. Cast twice per long rest; Spell attack bonus is +8, spell save DC is 16.
- Spell Link (Level 3): For spellcasters only, gain an additional level 3 spell slot, refreshed on a long rest.
- Spell Storing (Level 4): Store a level 4 spell within the tattoo. Cast using an action; requires a long rest to recharge. Spell attack bonus is +8, spell save difficulty is 16.
- Indomitable (Level 2): When reduced to 0 hit points, take the Attack action before falling unconscious.
- Elemental Resistance: Gain resistance to one damage type of your choice (fire, cold, lightning, etc.).
- Proficient (Level 3): Gain proficiency in three skills of your choice.
Tier 4: Level 15+ Upgrades
- Amplify (Level 2): Gain +2 to an ability score of your choice, to a maximum of 20.
- Guardian (Level 2): Gain proficiency and advantage on a saving throw of your choice when you can see the source of the effect.
- Magical Core (Level 4): Embed any level 1 spell within the tattoo. Cast at will; Spell attack bonus is +8, and the spell save DC is 16.
- Slayer (Level 2): Choose an enemy type (beasts, fey, humanoids, monstrosities, undead). Your attacks deal 4d6 additional damage to these creatures.
- Spell Storing (Level 4): Store a level 5 spell within the tattoo. Cast using an action; requires a long rest to recharge. Spell attack bonus is +8, spell save difficulty is 16.
- Spell Link (Level 4): For spellcasters only, gain an additional level 4 spell slot, refreshed on a long rest.
- Truesight: Gain truesight while the tattoo is active.
- Beacon: Use an action to emit a divine light from the tattoo. Allies within 15 feet gain a +1 bonus to AC and their attacks deal an additional d6 force damage for 1 minute. Allies can move half their movement towards the light without provoking opportunity attacks. Requires a short or long rest to recharge.
- Spectral Reach: Increase the range of your attacks by 5 feet for 1 minute, inflicting an additional d4 damage. Requires a short or long rest to recharge.
- Venomous: Each creature damaged by your attacks must succeed on a DC 15 Constitution save or suffer 2d6 poison damage at the start of their round for 1 minute. On a successful save, the creature is immune to this effect for the next 24 hours.
- Vicious (Level 2): If the d20 roll for an attack is a 20, your critical hit deals an extra 4d6 damage of the attack’s type.
- Will (Level 2): For spellcasters only, when you fail a concentration check, you can choose to pass it instead. Requires a long rest before it can be used again.
- Whirlwind: Use your action to perform a melee attack against each creatu*/897re within 5 feet.
- Keen (Level 2): Attacks made with the tattoo's power cause a critical hit on a roll of 18, 19, or 20.
- Mentor: For spellcasters only, cast any spell you know, even if not prepared, by expending a spell slot of the highest level available to you. Requires a long rest before it can be used again.
- Mobile (Level 2): Increase your base movement speed by an additional 10 feet.
- Piercing (Level 2): Gain +4 on attack rolls against enemies with shields.
- Power Surge: Once per day, you can use a spell slot to cast a spell you know of up to 2 levels higher than that of the spell slot.
- Precise (Level 2): Reroll damage results from your attacks; you must accept the second result.
- Proficient (Level 4): Gain proficiency in four skills of your choice.
- Protective: Make a saving throw with advantage. Requires a short or long rest before it can be used again.
- Rallying: Use an action to raise your spirits (or symbolically, your weapon) in the air, bolstering your allies. For the next minute, your tattoo radiates a shining aura. All allies within 30 feet gain advantage on Wisdom saving throws and are immune to the frightened condition. Any ally moving directly towards you during this time can increase their movement speed by 10 feet. Requires a short or long rest before it can be used again.
2024.05.05 18:30 fugazi_crossing NOT SURE BUT WHAT IS IT? 17
In media and my own life I see the number 17 alot. As a kid I was number 17 in alphabetical order of my classmates based on last name. So it was meaningful my entire k-6th grade.
As an adult with heightened awareness that suddenly began in the year 2017, I now see it used alot in Hollywood and in the entertainment industry.
Numerous rappers have the number 17 tattooed (most with different reasons why 17) ex: xxxtentacion, lil wayne, ynw melly etc)
I also noticed in many movies that the number 17 is used more often than not as that random double digit number for either the amount of something or a room. Maybe its used in discussion by an actor. (I could give a long list as Ive been recording these things daily. Even going back to old movies I find the number utilized in peculiar ways)
∆{{{Movies: once upon a time in hollywood. Margot robbies number on jersey Exit cam 17 in Glass MIB international mentions a toxic substance named number 17 The movie Air has nike at 17 percent.
Podcast: Joe Rogan mentions Tom Greens 17 grams of sugar in his maple syrup. On Kill Tony its been 17 years that Joe List been doing stand-up. Hans Kim has 17 shirts with tags still on them. Bobby Lee has 17years sobriety. 17 shots with Ric Flair
Television: Saturday Night Live skit. 17 Lawyers Big Bench 90s commerical. I thought theyd like the 17 loop. Roller coaster tycoon In Snowfall they make mention of a driving distance of 17hours Sauls commission in Breaking Bad is always 17 percent
Politics: Trump said Obamacare had wreaked havoc for 17years when it had only been out for 7. In 2017.
Sports: lakers 17 championships Niners lost 3 games by 17 last year. Snoop Dogg smoking pot at court 17 during tennis match.}}}∆
I know this sounds like The Number 23 movie. But Im not adding or subtracting or any of that bullshit. Its just merely hearing and seeing the number used more frequent in media than the infinite amount of other numbers that could be used.
I tried to look up online why hollywood and television seem to write that number into their scripts or dialogue, but to no avail.
Any other people see the number 17 used in media. Let me know. Ill add it to my list. Although this is just bits and examples. The amount is kind of overwhelming and nobody seems to exclusively acknowledge it.
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As an adult with heightened awareness that suddenly began in the year 2017, I now see it used alot in Hollywood and in the entertainment industry.
Numerous rappers have the number 17 tattooed (most with different reasons why 17) ex: xxxtentacion, lil wayne, ynw melly etc)
I also noticed in many movies that the number 17 is used more often than not as that random double digit number for either the amount of something or a room. Maybe its used in discussion by an actor. (I could give a long list as Ive been recording these things daily. Even going back to old movies I find the number utilized in peculiar ways)
∆{{{Movies: once upon a time in hollywood. Margot robbies number on jersey Exit cam 17 in Glass MIB international mentions a toxic substance named number 17 The movie Air has nike at 17 percent.
Podcast: Joe Rogan mentions Tom Greens 17 grams of sugar in his maple syrup. On Kill Tony its been 17 years that Joe List been doing stand-up. Hans Kim has 17 shirts with tags still on them. Bobby Lee has 17years sobriety. 17 shots with Ric Flair
Television: Saturday Night Live skit. 17 Lawyers Big Bench 90s commerical. I thought theyd like the 17 loop. Roller coaster tycoon In Snowfall they make mention of a driving distance of 17hours Sauls commission in Breaking Bad is always 17 percent
Politics: Trump said Obamacare had wreaked havoc for 17years when it had only been out for 7. In 2017.
Sports: lakers 17 championships Niners lost 3 games by 17 last year. Snoop Dogg smoking pot at court 17 during tennis match.}}}∆
I know this sounds like The Number 23 movie. But Im not adding or subtracting or any of that bullshit. Its just merely hearing and seeing the number used more frequent in media than the infinite amount of other numbers that could be used.
I tried to look up online why hollywood and television seem to write that number into their scripts or dialogue, but to no avail.
Any other people see the number 17 used in media. Let me know. Ill add it to my list. Although this is just bits and examples. The amount is kind of overwhelming and nobody seems to exclusively acknowledge it.
2024.05.04 20:47 Overzealous_Potato Coming to terms with CPTSD, an origin story, and...has anyone here WWOOF'ed?
TW: Emotional neglect, abuse, all of the things.
This is more or less my origin story, my introduction to this community, my attempt to reintegrate my loving parts back into presence. Part rant, part reaching out for community and connection, *no advice*,
Here's the situation as best I can describe it in less than an hour before losing all energy for the rest of the day, week, month, who knows.
My CPTSD and the horrid collection of trauma abuse and neglect that I experienced only started unfolding for me after I finished graduate school and was living on my own. It was then that I started experiencing physical and emotional safety for some of the first times ever. I had starting going to therapy re: perfectionism (oh how I thought it was so simple) and slowly, gradually, then all of a sudden, traumatic memories, the flashbacks, the nightmares, goodness gracious the nightmares, I crashed, physically, emotionally, socially. I had built up some savings, enough of a cushion to quit my job and continue going to therapy for the next few months while I figured out what was next (yes, thank you privilege). What was next was more therapy, and dedicating my life to slowly trying to unwind and rebuild. Fast forward 2 years I feel like I'm back where I started.
I was the "good boy" growing up. Poster child in my community. Front pages of newspapers. Valedictorian. I did all the things I thought I was supposed to (which amounted to self-erasure, self-harm, calling it love, I didn't know what a boundary was until around this time, which explained the utter lack of them in all areas of my life and the crippling fear of emotional intimacy that I could never really explain to other people or even myself despite watching it wreak havoc on my nervous system. So I did all the things. Sometimes I wish I was more aware of the neglect and abuse like the younger people I see on here, and then I remember that just because my journey looks different, because I had my college paid for by my parents, because I kept the pain so far repressed that even I was completely unaware of what lay beneath my 3AM nights in the library, running from romantic relationships after the slightest hint of connection appears, it doesn't make my story or anybody else's more, or less, painful, or valid, for that matter. It wasn't safe to see how my world rested on a house of cards, I wasn't safe nor ready to face that, I'm still not really safe and I'm scared that I'm still not ready, even though I know that isn't totally true and that abuse like this is specifically designed to make me feel totally incapable of wiping my own ass without calling for my mom's approval or guidance.
I often feel totally unable to explain my situation or feelings to anybody else, so I haven't really, and deny myself the community that I know I need to get myself into a healthier place, physically, socially, emotionally, spiritually, all the things. It's also incredibly difficult bringing any of this to relationships that I had built up prior to unearthing all this pain and trauma considering it feels true that I had spent my entire life learning and replicating how to give myself a faux love, a faux sense of belonging and safety that masked a deep sense of self-hatred and misery. It was the only way to preserve my holy image of my parents, people that I grew up revering, tattoos that I marked on my body honoring my relationship with my mother that sometimes now feels like a brand, but that I am trying to hold space for that child inside of me that had zero, (my gaslighting mind questions, "zero? really?") yes, zero chance of growing up in the environment I did with an intact self-esteem. It's one thing coming to terms with my own complex trauma and patterns of abuse and the shame and the unlearning and all the things, it's another thing trying to write it all down, or talk it out, when I really have never felt comfortable using words to express my feelings, since whenever I did I was gaslit beyond recognition to the point that I, like many of you, am trying so god damn hard to unlearn the self-gaslighting, compassionately of course. My world revolved around my parents as it was designed to, so naturally, when these things started to come to the surface, who else but them would I bring them to, hoping that surely they'd be able to hold me and my feelings in the way I needed. What a slap in the fucking throat. I'm learning to express my feelings and my story through art, or poetry, abstract and splatter paintings, or movement (If anyone wants to try...I've started making hideous paintings, in colors that look like nothing ordinary at first glance, or to the watchful eyes of my parents. Imagine gray and black streaks in weird and random blobs everywhere. Gross, right? Nothing noteworthy? Something my parents can look at, satisfying their deep need to ingest, consume, salivate over any and everything that comes forth from my existence. So I take pictures of whatever I paint, then I edit the crap out of them, changing the colors entirely, the grays become purple, the yellows deep blue, the blacks become as dark as the midnight sky and the speckles light up like stars and suddenly it's like an entire universe comes to life underneath whatever is on the surface, in those moments I feel a sense of connection with anybody who has ever turned to art, or quilting, to express identity, community, love, from within an abusive or oppressive relationship that at times I still constantly trick myself into believing that living with my parents (as I'm doing right now) is wonderful, is safe, is loving, is where I need to be, even as I type all of this out. With art it's like my parents can see whatever I've painted, but me and only me has access to the real art, whatever is on the canvas for them to see is a distraction. And I feel like a piece of fucking ungrateful shit for hiding it from them, and I'm learning to love those parts of me too.
I've been losing, or walking away, or both, from so many of the relationships I've built up to this point and when people express confusion about what I'm going through or set boundaries for themselves, I don't even have the energy to try to explain. Because again, how do you explain to someone who has solid ground under their feet the pain of seeing the entire foundation underneath you crumble, becoming a floating body through space, through dreams, completely altering one's perception and experience of time and space. It feels like it'd take a lifetime explaining to non CPTSD people or people who aren't incredibly compassionate, present, radical, who understand the experiences of feeling completely on the outside of society sometimes even while being right in the middle of it. It feels like it'd take a lifetime and I can validate that now knowing that it actually has been lifetimes, numerous lifetimes, multiple generations, centuries of colonialization, of orchestrated attempts to sever entire continents of people from their ancestral lines and ways of operating in harmony and connection with the world, with the earth, to get to where I'm at now. I feel like I can empathize with that experience, of being totally severed from what would be healing for me and learning to identify it as the poison.
I newly identify as queer, which is confusing enough without CPTSD. Lord, the imposter syndrome. I'm trying to reconcile the reality of living in a capitalist cisheteropatriarchal white supremasociety, living in and forging my identity within a gender binary that totallyyyyyyyyy fucked me up. Born amab, dad's world revolves around a sport, I was always referred to as and praised for being, playing, moving like a "coaches kid." Not to mention, I grew up at a school for 18yo "boys" only. And I played the part exceptionally. I've never watched High School Musical fully, but I imagine part of my story would be like if Troy Bolton came out years later, as queer, or maybe trans, or maybe they didn't know, but they knew that it felt like their life had never really been his, theirs, to begin with, that they felt so disconnected from the person that walked through the halls of that high school that they don't even remember the lyrics to the songs that they song. How frustrating it is having people say, "You don't remember that? Come on, remember? You have to!" Fucking christ the difficulty of coming to terms with this fucking brutal, tortorous, and beautiful condition. I am both so relieved to have finally found the thing that can make all the puzzle pieces finally click together. The mysterious ailments. The constant injuries. The pain. The feeling deep down that something, surely, is off, despite the feeling that everyone, most importantly myself, trying to convince me that I'm making it up, that my parents love me, that they see how much my parents love me, even if they express it in ____ ways. Sometimes I have grace and compassion for my parents because I look at them like babies, stuck in their own self-sabatoging loops of hatred and self-abuse, and it allows me to have compassion for them, yet it doesn't explain why I continue to live with them, continue to deny myself, starve myself, starving myself even while being well-fed is some of the most difficult shit to come to terms with especially while doing so from inside the family unit that taught me how to hate myself. I have compassion for my parents because I know they were taught to hate themselves too, except I'm becoming increasingly more concerned that what I'm mistaking compassion for is actually me making excuses for letting them continue to gaslight, manipulate, or coax me into staying in this dysfunctional (to put it lightly) family system with gifts that have strings attached, despite how much my mother claims her love is unconditional. It makes me sad to see her love herself this way, and when I say love I mean hate. And when I say hate I'm using it as a verb. I'm tired of hating (verb) myself in the name of love.
So how the fuck is a person who might possibly identify as trans supposed to come into their selves when it feels like my entire world up to this point has been predicated upon some falsehood. A matrix. Trying to explain even a teaspoon of this to anybody who doesn't have CPTSD or hasn't done deep intergenerational healing work or who isn't trauma informed is...well about as difficult as this CPTSD survivor trying to answer a "tell me about yourself" question. you may know the feeling. Where the f*** does one even begin when every night and every day new memories are coming to the surface? I feel like CPTSD survivors stories begin long before our birth, or maybe it's what I tell myself to sleep at night, that yes my abusers are part of the issue, and it's also true that now I am too a part of the issue, carrying on my parents legacy for them, carrying on the self-hatred of their parents, and I ultimately hold the systems responsible that made my family of creatives to take the paint brushes that we could've used to craft massive, intricate, colorful paintings, and instead began painting a life-size prison to force ourselves inside.
I feel like CPTSD survivors are uniquely positioned alongside other actively erased and oppressed communities because of the ways we have been force fed and in turn many of us learned to internalize the hatred that racist capitalism wants us to inherit, a complete abandonment of self in devotion to some empire that would have us feel guilty for even daring to imagine a world more beautiful than the one we've lived in our whole lives, which can feel like an internal dumpster fire despite people within the crab-bucket claiming that the family that we have that is hurting us is all we'd ever need (or all we deserve). I'm learning to love my CPTSD and this community as a form of resistance. If not for my CPTSD how else might my body tell me that something isn't right and that we're trying to heal. But why do we have to do this work? It's so unfair. To not ask to be born in this world and then be handed this pile of ____ (insert your fav adjective) is ridiculous, and it's unfair, and I don't want to do the work, at all, but then I know deep down that if I want to love myself in any capacity that resembles something like safety, I have to. this is humbling, and exhausting, and humiliating, embarrassing, I have so much hope in the people here because of the burden I know I've carried on my shoulders, walking a path that is sure to leave me blacksheeped by my family and knowing that I still must carry on, anyway, for me, for my family (birth or chosen, even though there is part of me that wants to unalive or hurt myself just to hurt my parents, since I know they see me as an extension of them and not a real person, maybe then they'd understand. Maybe if I plucked my own heart out of my own chest it would hurt them too, like a voodoo doll, and yet I know that I don't deserve that treatment for myself despite how much it makes me salivate. For 26 years I found my identity in the internal gaslighting, the self-abandonment, the not trusting of my own gut instincts because of how I were treated so long ago before I could remember. My story feels so horrifying that I'm scared to choose myself because of how painful I know it will be.
Like I said, I went NC from my parents and started this journey 2 years ago. A lot of shit went down, and I found myself back here again, under their embrace, often unaware of how terrible and inhumane the conditions I'm living in are, despite however neatly wrapped and gifted they might be. I've told myself "I might as well get free housing from the people that fucked me up, if it's gotta be like this, might as well let them pay for my groceries, pay for my college, it's the least they could do, after all, I was their responsibility and I feel like they royally fucked that up, so it's the least they could do, and they're children in adult bodies, so why not let them feel okay about theirselves as parents for providing me with a bed to sleep in. But I'm getting back to the point of recognizing that a bed to sleep in and conditional love is not something that I feel comfortable with. I deserve more. I deserve to feel safe. I deserve to go to the bathroom and not have my parents be able to hear the trickling of my pee from the other side of the wall. I deserve to masturbate without fearing that my parents will walk into my room completely unannounced at any point. My parents are living in this misery and it's a misery I inherited and placed upon myself. And I don't want that anymore, I need love and I need safety and I need connection, to feel safe, to begin the recovery work (I hope I'm not totally restarting, like it feels) of trying to meet myself again. I fear I've pushed myself so far down that I'll never be able to meet them again and that scares the shit out of me, and I hope that anytime I come to this stream I'm being guided by love, by the part of me that knows deep down the things that happened to me over and over and over again, yes, really were that bad, it's why I don't remember anything and partly explains why I feel like I'm literally starting an entire new life, like a video game that I'm starting a new game in for the first time, with no manuals. I feel like a baby being given the keys to car, left alone in this vast world to try and figure out where the fuck to begin. The world I was born into exposed me, unfairly, to all the systemic suffering in the world, and then I was neglected, left as a child to go and try to sleep so that I could wake up for elementary school the next day having just watched Law & Order SVU for the 4th straight night that week alongside my parents, my young brain internalizing how terrifying the world could be, how terrifying I was being told that the world was. I'm white, and unfortunately my parents don't recognize how that doesn't mean we are unscathed from white supremacy. I was exposed to horrific torture and neglected as if a child didn't have emotional needs.
I feel myself starting to get a bit rambly, so I think I'll end this here. I'm writing this from inside the lion's den (my parents), even though I think the den is now healthy and alive inside my own heart, and it's time to choose myself again, I think I've lost my way. And I'm trying not to think that I'm horrifically doomed and trapped just because I ended up back here again, surely hoping that things could be different, that they could love me, see me, hold me, help me, is a natural and common thing for any child of the world. It goes against every fiber in my body to reconcile the fact that the people who brought me into this world, who continue to try to keep me tethered to their hip, can't give me what I need, what I'm looking for. They never could, and I doubt they ever will (part of me remains completely, pathetically, ridiculously hopeful that maybe some day that will change, even though I know it probably won't.)
This was much longer than I anticipated, if you read this far it probably means that we're a little bit alike in our experiences. I'm so sorry for that. And I'm glad I'm not alone. I know that I'll probably need to find my way to EMDR, but first I think I've got to prioritize getting myself to safety. I'm thinking about packing up what stuff I have and finding a place to WWOOF. Does anyone have any positive experiences? I'm hoping that by immersing myself in nature and learning to tend with and move with the land I can hopefully begin to recover some of what I've lost, or what I've never had to begin with, love. A deep, safe, unconditional love, with the Earth. I'm terrified that I'll find myself in another unsafe situation, I feel like a traumatized little child (newsflash in some ways I totally am!) and that going to live on a farm with total strangers is a terrible idea. But growing up next to total strangers called m o m and d a d who still have an unrelenting ability to go through plastic water bottles like it's their job was probably much worse than living with people devoting to living with the land and growing their own food, cultivating life, and love, could it really be worse than being in a situation and gaslighting myself into believing that under this roof, with my parents, is where I belong?
IDK. With love <3
P.S. sometimes I imagine that my life is a video game, a quest of sorts, it makes it slightly more manageable, until I fathom that if this truly were a game I probably would have stopped playing a long time ago.
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This is more or less my origin story, my introduction to this community, my attempt to reintegrate my loving parts back into presence. Part rant, part reaching out for community and connection, *no advice*,
Here's the situation as best I can describe it in less than an hour before losing all energy for the rest of the day, week, month, who knows.
My CPTSD and the horrid collection of trauma abuse and neglect that I experienced only started unfolding for me after I finished graduate school and was living on my own. It was then that I started experiencing physical and emotional safety for some of the first times ever. I had starting going to therapy re: perfectionism (oh how I thought it was so simple) and slowly, gradually, then all of a sudden, traumatic memories, the flashbacks, the nightmares, goodness gracious the nightmares, I crashed, physically, emotionally, socially. I had built up some savings, enough of a cushion to quit my job and continue going to therapy for the next few months while I figured out what was next (yes, thank you privilege). What was next was more therapy, and dedicating my life to slowly trying to unwind and rebuild. Fast forward 2 years I feel like I'm back where I started.
I was the "good boy" growing up. Poster child in my community. Front pages of newspapers. Valedictorian. I did all the things I thought I was supposed to (which amounted to self-erasure, self-harm, calling it love, I didn't know what a boundary was until around this time, which explained the utter lack of them in all areas of my life and the crippling fear of emotional intimacy that I could never really explain to other people or even myself despite watching it wreak havoc on my nervous system. So I did all the things. Sometimes I wish I was more aware of the neglect and abuse like the younger people I see on here, and then I remember that just because my journey looks different, because I had my college paid for by my parents, because I kept the pain so far repressed that even I was completely unaware of what lay beneath my 3AM nights in the library, running from romantic relationships after the slightest hint of connection appears, it doesn't make my story or anybody else's more, or less, painful, or valid, for that matter. It wasn't safe to see how my world rested on a house of cards, I wasn't safe nor ready to face that, I'm still not really safe and I'm scared that I'm still not ready, even though I know that isn't totally true and that abuse like this is specifically designed to make me feel totally incapable of wiping my own ass without calling for my mom's approval or guidance.
I often feel totally unable to explain my situation or feelings to anybody else, so I haven't really, and deny myself the community that I know I need to get myself into a healthier place, physically, socially, emotionally, spiritually, all the things. It's also incredibly difficult bringing any of this to relationships that I had built up prior to unearthing all this pain and trauma considering it feels true that I had spent my entire life learning and replicating how to give myself a faux love, a faux sense of belonging and safety that masked a deep sense of self-hatred and misery. It was the only way to preserve my holy image of my parents, people that I grew up revering, tattoos that I marked on my body honoring my relationship with my mother that sometimes now feels like a brand, but that I am trying to hold space for that child inside of me that had zero, (my gaslighting mind questions, "zero? really?") yes, zero chance of growing up in the environment I did with an intact self-esteem. It's one thing coming to terms with my own complex trauma and patterns of abuse and the shame and the unlearning and all the things, it's another thing trying to write it all down, or talk it out, when I really have never felt comfortable using words to express my feelings, since whenever I did I was gaslit beyond recognition to the point that I, like many of you, am trying so god damn hard to unlearn the self-gaslighting, compassionately of course. My world revolved around my parents as it was designed to, so naturally, when these things started to come to the surface, who else but them would I bring them to, hoping that surely they'd be able to hold me and my feelings in the way I needed. What a slap in the fucking throat. I'm learning to express my feelings and my story through art, or poetry, abstract and splatter paintings, or movement (If anyone wants to try...I've started making hideous paintings, in colors that look like nothing ordinary at first glance, or to the watchful eyes of my parents. Imagine gray and black streaks in weird and random blobs everywhere. Gross, right? Nothing noteworthy? Something my parents can look at, satisfying their deep need to ingest, consume, salivate over any and everything that comes forth from my existence. So I take pictures of whatever I paint, then I edit the crap out of them, changing the colors entirely, the grays become purple, the yellows deep blue, the blacks become as dark as the midnight sky and the speckles light up like stars and suddenly it's like an entire universe comes to life underneath whatever is on the surface, in those moments I feel a sense of connection with anybody who has ever turned to art, or quilting, to express identity, community, love, from within an abusive or oppressive relationship that at times I still constantly trick myself into believing that living with my parents (as I'm doing right now) is wonderful, is safe, is loving, is where I need to be, even as I type all of this out. With art it's like my parents can see whatever I've painted, but me and only me has access to the real art, whatever is on the canvas for them to see is a distraction. And I feel like a piece of fucking ungrateful shit for hiding it from them, and I'm learning to love those parts of me too.
I've been losing, or walking away, or both, from so many of the relationships I've built up to this point and when people express confusion about what I'm going through or set boundaries for themselves, I don't even have the energy to try to explain. Because again, how do you explain to someone who has solid ground under their feet the pain of seeing the entire foundation underneath you crumble, becoming a floating body through space, through dreams, completely altering one's perception and experience of time and space. It feels like it'd take a lifetime explaining to non CPTSD people or people who aren't incredibly compassionate, present, radical, who understand the experiences of feeling completely on the outside of society sometimes even while being right in the middle of it. It feels like it'd take a lifetime and I can validate that now knowing that it actually has been lifetimes, numerous lifetimes, multiple generations, centuries of colonialization, of orchestrated attempts to sever entire continents of people from their ancestral lines and ways of operating in harmony and connection with the world, with the earth, to get to where I'm at now. I feel like I can empathize with that experience, of being totally severed from what would be healing for me and learning to identify it as the poison.
I newly identify as queer, which is confusing enough without CPTSD. Lord, the imposter syndrome. I'm trying to reconcile the reality of living in a capitalist cisheteropatriarchal white supremasociety, living in and forging my identity within a gender binary that totallyyyyyyyyy fucked me up. Born amab, dad's world revolves around a sport, I was always referred to as and praised for being, playing, moving like a "coaches kid." Not to mention, I grew up at a school for 18yo "boys" only. And I played the part exceptionally. I've never watched High School Musical fully, but I imagine part of my story would be like if Troy Bolton came out years later, as queer, or maybe trans, or maybe they didn't know, but they knew that it felt like their life had never really been his, theirs, to begin with, that they felt so disconnected from the person that walked through the halls of that high school that they don't even remember the lyrics to the songs that they song. How frustrating it is having people say, "You don't remember that? Come on, remember? You have to!" Fucking christ the difficulty of coming to terms with this fucking brutal, tortorous, and beautiful condition. I am both so relieved to have finally found the thing that can make all the puzzle pieces finally click together. The mysterious ailments. The constant injuries. The pain. The feeling deep down that something, surely, is off, despite the feeling that everyone, most importantly myself, trying to convince me that I'm making it up, that my parents love me, that they see how much my parents love me, even if they express it in ____ ways. Sometimes I have grace and compassion for my parents because I look at them like babies, stuck in their own self-sabatoging loops of hatred and self-abuse, and it allows me to have compassion for them, yet it doesn't explain why I continue to live with them, continue to deny myself, starve myself, starving myself even while being well-fed is some of the most difficult shit to come to terms with especially while doing so from inside the family unit that taught me how to hate myself. I have compassion for my parents because I know they were taught to hate themselves too, except I'm becoming increasingly more concerned that what I'm mistaking compassion for is actually me making excuses for letting them continue to gaslight, manipulate, or coax me into staying in this dysfunctional (to put it lightly) family system with gifts that have strings attached, despite how much my mother claims her love is unconditional. It makes me sad to see her love herself this way, and when I say love I mean hate. And when I say hate I'm using it as a verb. I'm tired of hating (verb) myself in the name of love.
So how the fuck is a person who might possibly identify as trans supposed to come into their selves when it feels like my entire world up to this point has been predicated upon some falsehood. A matrix. Trying to explain even a teaspoon of this to anybody who doesn't have CPTSD or hasn't done deep intergenerational healing work or who isn't trauma informed is...well about as difficult as this CPTSD survivor trying to answer a "tell me about yourself" question. you may know the feeling. Where the f*** does one even begin when every night and every day new memories are coming to the surface? I feel like CPTSD survivors stories begin long before our birth, or maybe it's what I tell myself to sleep at night, that yes my abusers are part of the issue, and it's also true that now I am too a part of the issue, carrying on my parents legacy for them, carrying on the self-hatred of their parents, and I ultimately hold the systems responsible that made my family of creatives to take the paint brushes that we could've used to craft massive, intricate, colorful paintings, and instead began painting a life-size prison to force ourselves inside.
I feel like CPTSD survivors are uniquely positioned alongside other actively erased and oppressed communities because of the ways we have been force fed and in turn many of us learned to internalize the hatred that racist capitalism wants us to inherit, a complete abandonment of self in devotion to some empire that would have us feel guilty for even daring to imagine a world more beautiful than the one we've lived in our whole lives, which can feel like an internal dumpster fire despite people within the crab-bucket claiming that the family that we have that is hurting us is all we'd ever need (or all we deserve). I'm learning to love my CPTSD and this community as a form of resistance. If not for my CPTSD how else might my body tell me that something isn't right and that we're trying to heal. But why do we have to do this work? It's so unfair. To not ask to be born in this world and then be handed this pile of ____ (insert your fav adjective) is ridiculous, and it's unfair, and I don't want to do the work, at all, but then I know deep down that if I want to love myself in any capacity that resembles something like safety, I have to. this is humbling, and exhausting, and humiliating, embarrassing, I have so much hope in the people here because of the burden I know I've carried on my shoulders, walking a path that is sure to leave me blacksheeped by my family and knowing that I still must carry on, anyway, for me, for my family (birth or chosen, even though there is part of me that wants to unalive or hurt myself just to hurt my parents, since I know they see me as an extension of them and not a real person, maybe then they'd understand. Maybe if I plucked my own heart out of my own chest it would hurt them too, like a voodoo doll, and yet I know that I don't deserve that treatment for myself despite how much it makes me salivate. For 26 years I found my identity in the internal gaslighting, the self-abandonment, the not trusting of my own gut instincts because of how I were treated so long ago before I could remember. My story feels so horrifying that I'm scared to choose myself because of how painful I know it will be.
Like I said, I went NC from my parents and started this journey 2 years ago. A lot of shit went down, and I found myself back here again, under their embrace, often unaware of how terrible and inhumane the conditions I'm living in are, despite however neatly wrapped and gifted they might be. I've told myself "I might as well get free housing from the people that fucked me up, if it's gotta be like this, might as well let them pay for my groceries, pay for my college, it's the least they could do, after all, I was their responsibility and I feel like they royally fucked that up, so it's the least they could do, and they're children in adult bodies, so why not let them feel okay about theirselves as parents for providing me with a bed to sleep in. But I'm getting back to the point of recognizing that a bed to sleep in and conditional love is not something that I feel comfortable with. I deserve more. I deserve to feel safe. I deserve to go to the bathroom and not have my parents be able to hear the trickling of my pee from the other side of the wall. I deserve to masturbate without fearing that my parents will walk into my room completely unannounced at any point. My parents are living in this misery and it's a misery I inherited and placed upon myself. And I don't want that anymore, I need love and I need safety and I need connection, to feel safe, to begin the recovery work (I hope I'm not totally restarting, like it feels) of trying to meet myself again. I fear I've pushed myself so far down that I'll never be able to meet them again and that scares the shit out of me, and I hope that anytime I come to this stream I'm being guided by love, by the part of me that knows deep down the things that happened to me over and over and over again, yes, really were that bad, it's why I don't remember anything and partly explains why I feel like I'm literally starting an entire new life, like a video game that I'm starting a new game in for the first time, with no manuals. I feel like a baby being given the keys to car, left alone in this vast world to try and figure out where the fuck to begin. The world I was born into exposed me, unfairly, to all the systemic suffering in the world, and then I was neglected, left as a child to go and try to sleep so that I could wake up for elementary school the next day having just watched Law & Order SVU for the 4th straight night that week alongside my parents, my young brain internalizing how terrifying the world could be, how terrifying I was being told that the world was. I'm white, and unfortunately my parents don't recognize how that doesn't mean we are unscathed from white supremacy. I was exposed to horrific torture and neglected as if a child didn't have emotional needs.
I feel myself starting to get a bit rambly, so I think I'll end this here. I'm writing this from inside the lion's den (my parents), even though I think the den is now healthy and alive inside my own heart, and it's time to choose myself again, I think I've lost my way. And I'm trying not to think that I'm horrifically doomed and trapped just because I ended up back here again, surely hoping that things could be different, that they could love me, see me, hold me, help me, is a natural and common thing for any child of the world. It goes against every fiber in my body to reconcile the fact that the people who brought me into this world, who continue to try to keep me tethered to their hip, can't give me what I need, what I'm looking for. They never could, and I doubt they ever will (part of me remains completely, pathetically, ridiculously hopeful that maybe some day that will change, even though I know it probably won't.)
This was much longer than I anticipated, if you read this far it probably means that we're a little bit alike in our experiences. I'm so sorry for that. And I'm glad I'm not alone. I know that I'll probably need to find my way to EMDR, but first I think I've got to prioritize getting myself to safety. I'm thinking about packing up what stuff I have and finding a place to WWOOF. Does anyone have any positive experiences? I'm hoping that by immersing myself in nature and learning to tend with and move with the land I can hopefully begin to recover some of what I've lost, or what I've never had to begin with, love. A deep, safe, unconditional love, with the Earth. I'm terrified that I'll find myself in another unsafe situation, I feel like a traumatized little child (newsflash in some ways I totally am!) and that going to live on a farm with total strangers is a terrible idea. But growing up next to total strangers called m o m and d a d who still have an unrelenting ability to go through plastic water bottles like it's their job was probably much worse than living with people devoting to living with the land and growing their own food, cultivating life, and love, could it really be worse than being in a situation and gaslighting myself into believing that under this roof, with my parents, is where I belong?
IDK. With love <3
P.S. sometimes I imagine that my life is a video game, a quest of sorts, it makes it slightly more manageable, until I fathom that if this truly were a game I probably would have stopped playing a long time ago.
2024.05.03 06:21 BratsAndBritches This Udyr item combo is actually BROKEN!
 | The build is tattoo of force/horizon focus/suspicious trench coat submitted by BratsAndBritches to TeamfightTactics [link] [comments] Udyr tattoo of forces for and immediate stun proc of horizon then proceeds to do Udyr things. Once dying 3 more of the demons jump out and proceed to reap havoc across the board stunning and hitting everything for 30% max health. It was delightful. I understand this is only emerald 3 but I still think the item slots must be as close to BIS as they could get for a champ https://preview.redd.it/hm8v7hk315yc1.png?width=728&format=png&auto=webp&s=162239f56234b7206525beb3a6568d5e9b2939f1 https://preview.redd.it/minzva7515yc1.png?width=998&format=png&auto=webp&s=e103864575aad017ca8d16aa278e87113f7c517b |
2024.04.27 22:45 Oogalyboogalyer Quetzalcoatl profile
 | Name: Quetzalcoatl submitted by Oogalyboogalyer to ShuumatsuNoValkyrie [link] [comments] Titles/Aliases: 1. The Feathered Serpent 2. God of Wind 3. The Aztec Savior 4. Feathered King of the Sky 5. 2nd Sun Race: God Gender: Male Pantheon/Nationality: Aztec Age: Eons Authority: Quetzalcoatl holds significant authority within the Aztec pantheon as the god of wind, creation, and learning. He is revered as a wise and benevolent deity, often consulted for guidance and protection. Appearance: Quetzalcoatl stands tall at 6 feet 2 inches, possessing a statuesque physique adorned with tanned skin. His most striking feature is his dark lime green hair, cascading down to his shoulders in a vibrant display. He wears a magnificent feathered Aztec headdress, symbolizing his connection to the sky and the winds. Quetzalcoatl foregoes a shirt, displaying intricate Aztec tattoos adorning his muscular torso. Around his neck, he wears an ornate Aztec necklace adorned with feathers, reaching down to his mid-spine. In battle, he can seamlessly transform into a large, majestic green feathered serpent or dragon, further emphasizing his divine nature. Personality: Quetzalcoatl epitomizes calmness, generosity, and wisdom. He exudes a sense of tranquility and serenity, approaching conflicts with a gentle demeanor and soft-spoken words. Despite his immense power, he demonstrates humility and empathy, always seeking peaceful resolutions before resorting to violence. Quetzalcoatl's benevolent nature extends to all beings, and he is often depicted as a protector and mentor to humanity. Backstory: Quetzalcoatl played a pivotal role in the creation of humanity by aiding the other gods in shaping the world. However, when the gods neglected humanity, Quetzalcoatl descended to earth with a few select deities to guide and nurture them. When the gods threatened to destroy humanity for their transgressions, Quetzalcoatl led the charge to defend them, advocating for their survival and growth. Though he succeeded in convincing the gods to spare humanity, he was banished from their presence forever. This bond with humanity fuels his determination to stand with them during Ragnarok. Fighting Style: Quetzalcoatl's fighting style seamlessly integrates his proficiency with weapons and his mastery over wind manipulation. He utilizes swift and precise strikes while harnessing the power of the elements to overwhelm his opponents. His combat approach is characterized by fluidity, grace, and strategic maneuvering, reflecting his deep connection to the natural world. Supernatural Power: Quetzalcoatl possesses unparalleled mastery over wind manipulation, allowing him to control air currents, summon powerful gusts, and create devastating tornadoes at will. His connection to the wind grants him heightened agility and speed, enabling him to swiftly evade attacks and outmaneuver his foes on the battlefield. Volund/Divine Weapon: El Creador de Cielos Macuahuitl - Quetzalcoatl wields a macuahuitl, a traditional Aztec weapon crafted from obsidian blades embedded in a wooden club. However, his macuahuitl possesses divine properties, allowing it to separate into a whip-like object infused with the power of wind and lightning. This versatile weapon grants Quetzalcoatl unparalleled flexibility in combat, combining the cutting power of wind with the electrical charge of lightning to devastating effect. Named Techniques: 1. Borrador sin fin (Endless Eraser): Quetzalcoatl slashes through the air with either his katana or bare hands, generating razor-sharp gusts of wind aimed at his opponent, capable of slicing through obstacles with ease. The force of this technique is often likened to a whirlwind, leaving destruction in its wake. Quetzalcoatl can control the trajectory and intensity of the gusts, allowing for precise targeting and strategic manipulation of the battlefield.
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2024.04.27 13:11 myprivate500 Futurama (1999-2013)
Last New Republic of Earth
3001 AD
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- 31 December 2999 AD
- After 1000 years, Philip J. Fry is unfrozen.
- Leela gives Fry his career, who rejects it and flees.
- ry tries to call his great, great, great... great nephew and meets Bender at a suicide booth.
- The two of them are pursued by Leela, who later has a change of heart and removes her own career chip. They are soon after hired at Planet Express, shortly after midnight on 1 January, 3000/Philip J. Fry, Turanga Leela and Bender Bending Rodríguez join Planet Express.
- Philip J. Fry from 3007 freezes himself for another 7.95 years. He had attempted to steal his own wallet from the year 2000 and ended up falling into the cryogenics tube, getting refrozen behind himself for another 1,000 years. He sets the tube's timer to unfreeze him again in the year 3007, 7 years later, he returns after he traveled back in time to the year 2000.
- January
- 1st – Fry, Leela, and Bender are hired by Professor Hubert J. Farnsworth, owner of Planet Express.
- Some time around this point, the Professor accepted Bender's licence agreement without reading it, resulting in his arrest 11 years later due to his clone overclocking Bender.
- 2nd or 3rd – The new crew's first mission to the moon.
- 1st – Fry, Leela, and Bender are hired by Professor Hubert J. Farnsworth, owner of Planet Express.
- February
- (ca. 1st) – Fry is expected to find out where the owls are coming from and to find out who has been leaving out food.
- Fry moves out of Planet Express and moves in with Bender to Robot Arms Apartments.
- April
- (before the 13th) – Mom captures the Nibblonians for her Dark Matter farm in Alaska.
- (13th) – Vergon 6 implodes; Leela rescues Nibbler and has sex with Zapp Brannigan.
- April — August
- Bender gains a brief period of fame on Chapek 9, until Fry and Leela convinces him to come with them back to Earth.
- Fry briefly becomes a billionaire, but is robbed of his money by Mom's sons.
- Fry briefly becomes the Emperor of the planet Trisol.
- Garbage ball launched in 2052 returns and threatens to hit New New York City.
- Bender joins Robotology and is sent to Robot Hell after sinning, however, a rescue mission by Fry and Leela gets him out again.
- Cruise spaceship Titanic sucked into black hole.
- August — November
- Farnsworth's prize experiment, Guenter, ends in failure after deciding that he would rather be enrolled at a business school.
- Labor Day – Earth invaded by Omicronians; Earth President McNeal assassinated. (Due on New Republic of Earth is dissolved and New Republic flee to New Earth)
- Fry wins the ticket to the Slurm Factory and discovers the truth of Slurm.
- Bender becomes for a brief period of time attached to Leela's emotions.
- The dreaded El Chupanibre is sent into the Sub-sewer by Bender.
- Zapp Brannigan accidentally destroys new DOOP headquarters.
- November — December
- November – Richard Nixon's head elected President of Earth. (Space Federation of Earth is established
- December (near Xmas) – Robot Santa returns once more to wreck havoc on Earth, however, the Planet Express crew manages to send him back before he can get on with his havoc.
Alternate-reality
- ca. January
- Hundreds of bending units similar to Bender and Flexo finish work on a giant Bender.
- Fry makes friends with the giant Bender.
- Giant Bender kills hundreds of people and destroys buildings.
- Professor Farnsworth enlarges Zoidberg so he can fight Bender. The two cause more destruction than before.
- Bender is killed when impaled on a skyscraper.
3001 AD
- February — March
- Shortly before February 14th (Valentine's Day) – Fry, Amy and Zoidberg get in a terrible car crash on Europa, Fry's head is grafted to Amy's body.
- Fry's ex-girlfriend Michelle unfrozen.
- Pauly Shore) unfrozen for the 1000 year anniversary of Jury Duty II: Trouble on the Hubble
- Bender joins the Ultimate Robot Fighting League.
- April
- (9th) Cubert Farnsworth removed from cloning tank; designated Professor Hubert J. Farnsworth's successor.
- April — December
- Planet Express Crew rediscover the lost underwater city of Atlanta.
- Mother's Day) – Earth robots revolt at Mom's instigation; called off the next morning.
- Earth again invaded by Omicronians after their larva become major fast food sensation; Free Waterfall Jr. eaten.
- Bender's uncle Vladimir dies.
- Earth successfully invades Spheron 1.
- Zapp Brannigan crashes a space-going restaurant onto the Planet Amazonia
Alternate-reality
- April — December
- Professor Farnsworth demonstrates his latest invention, the Fing-Longer by turning on the What-If Machine and shows alternate realities of the PE crew's choice.
- January — July
- New New York v. Santa Bender case held. Santa Bender was to be executed at sundown.
- Massive dark matter spill on the Plutonian penguin refuge. Free Waterfall Sr. eaten by penguins.
- Earth invaded by the Brain Spawn; defeated by Fry and the Nibblonians.
- Dr. Zoidberg and Harold Zoid make the movie The Magnificent Three.
- Martian natives kidnap Amy Wong. She is later released when the worthless "bead" their ancestors traded the planet for is revealed to be a valuable, enormous diamond. The Martians leave Mars and buy a nicer planet.
- New New York v. Fry and Bender case held. Both Fry and Bender are sent to the HAL Institute for Criminally Insane Robots.
- Bend-Aid benefit concert for broken robots held in San Francisco.
- Universe threatened by "time skips;" Prof. Farnsworth and the Globetrotters create a black hole to absorb damaging time radiation.
- Leela finds herself being the first female ever to play major league Blernsball.
- Bender becomes the next pharaoh of Osiris 4.
- August
- (11th) Omicronians invade Earth yet again.
- September
- (21st) the Planet Express Crew travel back in time to Roswell, New Mexico in 1947.
- (c. 22nd) Fry, Leela, and the Professor dig up Bender's head which was buried for 1,055 years.
- September — December
Alternate-reality
- August 11th
- Bender is transformed into a human using "reverse fossilization".
- Bender wins the Nobel Prize in Chemistry.
- Richard Nixon's head signs a peace accord with the ambassador Kong of the planet Nintendu 64. Things go wrong with the peace agreement when Kong throws a barrel at Richard Nixon's head and abandons the peace signing.
- Fry, Leela, Bender and Zoidberg rendezvous with General Colin Pac-Man. General Pac-Man leads them through a pac man-like maze. They exit through a Mario) tube outside Planet Express headquarters. They find out there is another force threatening Earth.
- Lrrr, of the planet Nintenduu 64 has decided to invade Earth with his "3 different kinds of ships." Fry starts to battle the Space Invaders. During the battle, General Pac-Man is fatally wounded.
- Fry eventually loses after realizing he could never get the last ship. The last Space Invader ship lands on Earth and their demand is simple: quarters, a million allowances' worth of quarters. The Planet Express crew refuse to accept their offer, but reach a compromise by allowing the space invaders to toss their laundry in with the Planet Express crew's.
- Leela, Fry, Bender and Zoidberg meet the Professor at the Emerald Building and he gives a gun to Zoidberg and money to Bender.
- Leela becomes a witch, but then she melts into pudle because a flume of water landed on her.
- January — February
- Kif and Leela's offspring born.
- Leela finds out her true origins.
- February
- (14th) (Valentine's Day) Bender dates the ship, dumps it, the ship doesn't take the break-up well and almost crashes itself into a quasar. The crew dumps their cargo of candy hearts into the quasar causing a mystical love radiation that spreads across the universe destroying many, many planets, including two gangster planets and a cowboy world.
- February — December
- Earth moved further from the sun to combat global warming, making the year one week longer– President Richard Nixon declares it Robot Party Week; Professor Farnsworth presented with the Polluting Medal of Pollution.
- Earth v. Zoidberg case held. Zoidberg sentenced to death.
- Decapodians invade Earth, briefly enslave humanity. Old Man Waterfall crushed and killed.
- Fry finds the fossilized remains of his dog, Seymour.
- Zapp v. Fry, Bender and Leela case held. The case never reached a verdict.
- Roboticon 3003 held in New New York; the advanced Robot 1-X model unveiled.
- Hattie finishes suffering a 30-year bout of insomnia (4ACV04).
- Fry and the Nibblonians defeat the Brain Spawn permanently by banishing them to an alternate pocket dimension (4ACV10).
- The 3004 Olympics are held on Earth. Hermes Conrad competes for Jamaica in the five hundred meter limbo but is disqualified. Bender wins five gold medals in various fembots' bending events competing for the fictitious Grand Duchy of Robonia under the name Coilette (4ACV13).
- Earth conquers the Spiderians of Tarantulon 6; Richard Nixon's head issues a $300 tax rebate (4ACV16).
- Fry makes a deal with the Robot Devil and becomes a notable holophonor star. However, his holophonor opera Leela: Orphan of the Stars, while performed with great success in the first act, flops as a result of the Robot Devil's interference (4ACV18)
- The 'Brainless Drones' who run the Box Network cancel Planet Express's license to make deliveries. Not brought back till 3007.
- November — December
- The people who cancelled Planet Express's license are fired for incompetence and then beaten up. Most die from their injuries and are ground into a pink powder used for various reasons. Planet Express are allowed back on the air.
- Nudist alien scammers take control of Planet Express and eventually Earth and send Bender back in time to steal Earth's treasures.
- Fry travels back in time to New York in 2000 to resume his old life.
- The nudists tell Bender to go back to the year 2000 to kill Fry.
- Bender comes back and tells the crew at Fry's funeral that he killed Fry. Fry comes to his own funeral, telling everyone his adventure up to when he froze himself.
- Leela falls in love with Lars Fillmore and nearly marries him. The wedding is called off after Hermes is decapitated again.
- The Battle for Earth occurs, resulting in the death of the scammer aliens after a doomsday device is launched at the their spaceship.
- Bender gets awarded the Dirty Double-Cross for this part in defeating the scammers.
- January — December
- Lars and Nudar are killed, afterwards Lars is revealed to be a time paradox duplicate of Fry. Lars is buried at Orbiting Meadows.
- Bender is ordered to go back in time to put the tattoo on Fry's butt in the first place, but due to Bender's illogical screw up of time, a rip in space is created.
- A scientific conference is held about the Anomaly.
- Bender becomes a member of the League of Robots, eventually becoming its leader.
- Yivo begins forcing shklis tentacles through the Anomaly and mates with everyone in the universe.
- Yivo takes everyone in the universe out on a date and later proposes, causing everyone on Earth to move onto shkler.
- Bender and his army drag Yivo into their universe to save humanity.
- Yivo breaks up with humanity and leaves Universe Gamma with Colleen. The rip in space is closed forever.
- Dark Matter prices tripled and are $9.99 per ball. Mombil profits greatly.
- Space Demolition Derby held. Planet Express Ship wins.
- After playing Dungeons and Dragons, Bender loses grip on reality and is sent to the HAL Institute.
- Professor Farnsworth infiltrates Mom's dark matter mine in Alaska to get revenge for being dumped by making dark matter useless as fuel, with the Anti-backwards crystal.
- Cornwood is created and destroyed.
- All dark matter everywhere is useless as fuel.
- Professor Farnsworth harnesses Nibblonians as a temporary form of transportation.
- The Planet Express Ship (and presumably other spacecraft) is converted to run on Whale Oil.
- January - December
- Mars Vegas was destroyed.
- New Mars Vegas was built.
- New member Leela and the other Feministas cause chaos with their protests and sabotages, including the accidental murder of the then vice-president Agnew.
- 3009 Universal Poker Championship was held in New Mars Vegas. Bender wins with 5 kings.
- Earth v. Feministas case was held resulting in the Feministas being sentenced to fifty years in prison.
- Bender helps the Feministas escape from Maxi-Padlock.
- Implosion of the Violet Dwarf Star was stopped by the Feministas.
- The Violet Dwarf Star is revealed to be an Encyclopod egg.
- The newly hatched Encyclopod defeats the last known Dark One.
- The Planet Express crew, Fry, Leela, Bender, Scruffy, Professor Farnsworth, Hermes, LaBarbara Conrad, Amy, Kif, Zoidberg (and possibly Nibbler), go through a wormhole.
- June
- A scary death sphere called V-GINY began "censoring" indecent planets by erasing them with some kind of hellish blackout ray.
- The V-GINY erased Planet XXX, the Nude Beach Planet.
- The V-GINY erased Poopiter.
- The V-GINY erased that world that can't be mentioned in polite company.
- General Brannigan and his fourth lieutenant, Kif Kroker, met the the President for a top-secret briefing in the Secret White House.
- Zapp and Nixon went to the Planet Express building to get help from Professor Farnsworth and his crew.
- The Professor's Tiny One-Man Stealth Fighter left off at Cape Knievel, with Brannigan and Turanga Leela inside of it.
- They approached the V-GINY but the death sphere's attacks forced them to fly away. The ship got damaged during the fleeing, so Zapp and Leela crashed on what they thought was an uncharted planet, actually an Earthican island.
- The V-GINY tried to erase Earth.
- The prophetical Planet Express crew warned the Earthican people to act with purity, using picket signs.
- The V-GINY agreed to "leave Earth uncensored" if Zapp and Leela (whom it mistook for Adam and Eve) had sex.
- July
- Mayor Poopenmeyer kicks off the 83rd or 34th annual e-waste recycling festival.
- The Planet Express crew is sent to the Third World of the Antares system to dump New New York's e-waste.
- Mom launches the eyePhone, and hundreds of "online" people buy it.
- Fry's Twitcher followers are gifted with a hilarious video of Leela and her talking and singing boil. Soon, it becomes an internet sensation.
- Mom activates the Twitt-worm, thus creating an unstoppable army of between 1 and 2 million zombie twitchers.
- Mom launches the eyePhone 2.0, and Fry and Bender's brainwashed followers buy it.
- Proposition ∞ passes, legalizing robosexual marriages.
- The Earthican people re-enact the Sith-il War.
- The Professor invents a forward time machine.
- August
- The Thubanians invade Earth.
- September
- The Devolution Revolution grants the Sewer Mutants their freedom. Now they are officially regular Earthicans.
- Unknown month
- Zoidberg takes a bus trip to the Grand Canyon
- June — September
- The Professor invents the Banach-Tarski Dupla-Shrinker, and Bender accidentally creates millions of duplicates that threaten to destroy Earth
- The duplicates leave Earth forever
- Planet Express goes bankrupt, and the company is turned into a commercial airline. The first flight crash lands on an uncharted planet), and after finally coming home, Plan Am is closed down (6ACV20).
- The Young People's Choice Awards are held, and Turanga Leela wins for Best Children's Program for Rumbledy-hump. Later, the Cookieville Minimum-Security Orphanarium has all of its child inhabitants adopted by Abner Doubledeal to have them work on production of the rebooted reality version of the show
- The common cold is reintroduced
- December
- Earth burns up completely
- Unknown date
- Ben is born.
- Predicted doomsday.
- The Earth presidential election of 3012 takes place, and Richard Nixon's head emerges victorious.
- Calculon dies after drinking a vial of food coloring in an acting competition against Langdon Cobb.
- Zapp and Admiral Chew negotiate the Treaty of Table 7.
- Amy and Leela become a Butterfly Derby team.
- 3012 ― Microsoft releases Windows Navy.
- 29 September
- Senator Chris Travers is born.
- October
- The Planet Express crew attends Oktoberfest.
- 2 March
- Nibbler's personal chauffeur destroys a planet while looking for a ship that he lost on 31 December 1999.
- Unknown date
- Bender uses a 3D printer to duplicate the guitar of folk singer Silicon Red in an attempt to become a famous folk singer himself. He goes to a railroad camp and begins writing a song about a robot named Big Caboose, when strangely everything in the song begins to actually happen in reality. Because Bender has been wirelessly connected to the 3D printer the entire time, anything he writes about is printed and brought into existence. [7ACV14]
- Professor Farnsworth joins a street-racing gang. This later results in him getting into a race against Leela, where he accidentally gets them both (along with Fry and Bender) temporarily trapped in the second dimension. [7ACV15]
- President Nixon cuts off all trade with Omicron Persei 8 after the headless clone of Agnew is accidentally murdered by Lrrr's son, Jrrr, during the fourth Omicronian invasion of Earth. Meanwhile, Fry is accidentally left stranded on Omicron Persei 8, where he is looked after by Jrrr until being rescued by Bender. [7ACV16]
- Fry and Leela go on a romantic vacation together whilst Bender, Amy and Zoidberg make a delivery to the planet Simian 7, which is inhabited by primates-only. It is revealed that Fry and Leela's romantic getaway is actually a human exhibition at a zoo on Simian 7. [7ACV17]
- After Bender rescues 15 trapped miners from the solar helium mine, Mayor Poopenmeyer makes Planet Express the city's new Fire Department. However, the crew suspect Bender of committing arson at all of the locations he visits in order to put out more fires and appear more heroic. Unbeknownst to them, a being from the sun that Bender names Flamo has been starting the fires in attempt to scorch the Earth. Eventually, the mystic aldermen of the sun come to take Flamo back and trap him inside the sun. [7ACV18]
- President Nixon and the last clone of Agnew enjoy watching the show Futurama and Friends Saturday Morning Fun Pit on TV at the White House, however, they are frequently interrupted by an angry mob on the lawn who request changes to content of the show that will teach and protect their children. [7ACV19]
- Calculon is resurrected with the help of Bender and of the Professor's scientific ritual, [7ACV20] but he must then work his way up to becoming a big-time star again since most people didn't miss him or his acting after he died. [7ACV04] Later, in an unfortunate accident on the set of his old show All My Circuits, he is killed for a second time by falling ceiling lights after performing his greatest and most believable piece of acting ever. [7ACV20]
- All of Bender's body parts except for his eyes and his mouth are stolen. [7ACV21]
- Leela learns of her genetic condition of squidification and is then cured by Mom's genetic-engineering facility. [7ACV22]
- After an alien ship begins approaching Earth, the crew searches Fry's mind to find the meaning of the musical tones emitted by the ship. [7ACV23]
- The Planet Express crew goes on a team-building retreat, in which Fry and Bender kill celebrated business consultant Dan McMasters, believing him to be a vicious alien killer. [7ACV24]
- Zoidberg finally meets his girlfriend Zindy in person, but she dumps him. [7ACV25] He then starts dating a florist.
- Fry proposes to Leela before breaking the universe and marrying her. [7ACV26] To be continued for "Futurama" The Impossible Stream
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2024.04.22 08:02 CIAHerpes I met Satan in an abandoned town that had been taken over by a secret government agency
The chariot flew down the hill, a wall of billowing flame and smoke rising thousands of feet into the air behind it, as if a hydrogen bomb had exploded and was expanding forward towards me at a slowed-down pace. On the chariot stood a demon ten feet tall, with blazing red skin, pure black eyes and horns poking out of the top of his head, looking curved and white just like those of a ram. Around him, smaller demons about as tall as a regular man jumped and screamed in exhilaration, grinning from ear to ear while they looked around with excitement, some of them speaking rapidly to each other in a deep, gurgling tongue I had never heard before.
The main demon bellowed, shaking the ground as he put his arms into the air, looking straight up into the sky and smiling. A circle of fire shot out from his chariot, expanding rapidly and burning up every building and shrub it touched in the abandoned desert town.
Looking behind me, I saw the deep indentation where a river had once run through the town, during wetter times before the never-ending drought affecting our Western area of the USA. Without thinking, I jumped in, shielding my head and ducking down. The wall of fire soared above me, burning my hair and the back of my shirt. I heard screaming nearby as men and women in white lab coats or black suits burned alive. I closed my eyes and tried to block it out.
While I lay on the ground, crouching into a ball and shutting my eyes tightly, I thought about how I had ended up in this situation, cursing my now dead girlfriend who convinced us to come out here on a sight-seeing trip.
***
“Markey,” Katherine said, smiling sweetly, “I am so excited to see that old ghost town on the edge of the desert- the one they used to call Saddle Ranch Springs.” I hated it when my girlfriend called me Markey instead of just Mark. “Will you be ready in twenty minutes?” I grunted in response.
“Is that a yes or a no?” she asked. Sighing, I turned to her and smiled slightly.
“OK, fine,” I said hesitantly. She sprung up, clapping in happiness and ran upstairs to get ready. As soon as she had asked about it, I knew I was going. I could never say no to Katherine. While she got dressed and put on make-up, I finished cooking breakfast and making coffee for both of us, wondering exactly what could be so exciting about seeing a ghost town that had been dead for over a hundred years.
“Katherine, are you almost ready to eat?” I yelled up the stairs. She mumbled something I could barely hear that sounded like a yes. As I waited for her, my phone rang. Looking down, I saw that the number was marked “Private”. I answered, putting it up to my ear.
“Hello?” I said. At first there was just a mechanical cacophony, like shrieking metal overlaying clicking and whirring noises, then someone started screaming in the background. It sounded like a woman being burned alive or tortured. A deep, gravelly voice began to speak.
“Do not go to the place where the Saddle Ranch massacre began,” it said. “It will end with death. But not for you, Mark. Some things are worse than death.” Then suddenly the line went dead. I looked down at the smartphone in my hand, confused, but I shrugged and put it away. I wondered if my friend Rooster was playing some kind of prank on me, as he knew we were all going to the abandoned town today.
After we were ready, Katherine and I left to go pick up Rooster. He loved urban exploration and knew every abandoned mental asylum, haunted house and ghost town in a five-hundred mile radius. But that wasn’t saying much, seeing as I lived in the middle of the desert out in the Western US. There were barely any towns nearby with more than five thousand people.
Rooster had eyes like a Siberian husky, a pale Russian complexion and far too many tattoos covering every exposed inch of his arms and legs. Many of them were mystical in nature, including paintings from Alex Grey, the OM symbol in a mandala pattern and a huge tattoo of a four-armed Shiva dancing the tandava on his right leg. I had known Rooster since I was a kid, when we went to the same school, and he was the one who had introduced me to psychedelic drugs, music festivals and eventually, my fiancee Katherine herself. I owed him a great deal.
As he got in the backseat behind Katherine on the passenger side, I looked back and saw a huge, shit-eating grin on his face, his pupils looking dilated, a thin sheen of sweat covering his face.
“Dude, are you fucking tripping right now?” I asked, slightly shocked. He nodded slowly.
“I just ate like three hits of really good Grateful Dead family blotter acid,” he said, laughing to himself. I shook my head and started the car back up, driving off down towards the highway and towards Saddle Ranch Springs.
“Now why would you eat acid when you knew we were going exploring in a ghost town?” I said, feeling peevish. Katherine looked over at me, smiling her slight Buddha smile. She had never even done psychedelics and refused to ever try them, but she always found Rooster hilarious when he had eaten mushrooms or acid. I was happy they got along quite well, because God forbid, if I had to choose between my lifelong best friend and the girl I loved, I’m not sure which I would have chosen.
“Because I want to see, man,” he said, laughing again. “Open up my third eye and all that, just like Bill Hicks said. ‘Today young men on acid realized we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively…’” He trailed off, rambling for a few more moments before going quiet.
“Huh, OK, makes sense,” I said quietly, feeling the absurd urge to start laughing too. Then I remembered the phone call. “Hey Rooster, did you prank call me this morning?” I looked into the rearview mirror, seeing his huge smile and sparkling eyes.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, man,” he said, his smile never faltering. I took that as a yes. In hindsight, I should have questioned him more. I should have realized he was just smiling because of the drugs, not because it had anything to do with my question. I should have done a lot of things differently, I guess. They might both still be alive if I had.
I turned up the radio and we didn’t talk the rest of the journey.
***
“Oh my God, look at how cool this is,” Katherine said, pointing to the abandoned saloon a few feet in front of us with its massive batwing doors. The entire downtown area of Saddle Ranch Springs looked like the set for some old Western movie. It had only one real street, with all of ten dilapidated buildings on it, including an ancient police station and jail, a town hall, the saloon and a few houses. We walked up and down, exploring. When we got to the jail, that was when things started to go wrong.
Rooster walked ahead of me, still smiling and laughing far too much for the circumstances. I could tell he was really tripping hard. He could barely follow the conversations Katherine and I had, and kept getting distracted by the smallest of things, such as a tiny snake that slithered across the dirt road. He chased it excitedly, looking like a little kid. The snake ended up being far faster and smarter than him, though, and the look of total childish disappointment on his face was so exaggerated that both Katherine and I started giggling in unison.
Katherine ended up being the first one into the old cell, the jail door standing wide open. Rust covered every square inch of the metal, and the jail smelled dusty and old, almost like the smell of an antique shop.
We looked at the metal bench where the prisoners used to sleep, and Rooster got down on his knees, peering underneath it.
“What are you doing, bro?” I asked, kneeling down to get a closer look. Rooster looked up at me suddenly, the smile gone from his face.
“There’s some random ass trap door down here hidden beneath the bench,” he said, pointing to the extremely faint outline of a square covered in dust. Using his hands, he wiped the sand and dust off of it. I would never have seen it on my own, it was so well-camouflaged. The only reason Rooster had been able to see it, I assumed, was that the LSD was giving his senses an extra kick that allowed him to pick up subtle, tiny cues that everyone else would instantly miss. Feeling around at the corners, Rooster began to pull with the tips of his fingers and eventually found a way to open it.
We heard screaming and shrieking as soon as we opened the hatchway, and then the desert outside started to explode with noise and movement. A much larger hidden square rose up out behind the jail, a metal door with sand glued to the top of it swinging open, and we saw men and women in lab coats begin to run out, scattering like cockroaches in every direction. In the hatchway beneath the bench in the jail, a woman frantically appeared, wearing a lab coat and an ID badge that read “Dr. Kay”. She climbed up a ladder from the dark shadows beneath, heaving herself out with mortal terror and panic evident on her face.
“They’re getting out!” she yelled at us, not even appearing to realize that we weren’t wearing lab coats, black suits or biohazard uniforms, unlike all the other people who were now spilling out of the much larger hatchway by the dozens. “Get the hell out of here!” Just then, a deafening alarm began to sound from underneath us.
“What in the hell is going on?” Rooster whispered to me. Katherine just stared around, her green eyes wide and shocked.
“Project Eldritch has had a containment breach,” an amplified, calm female voice said, sounding like it came from thousands of speakers beneath our feet. The worn planks of the abandoned building shook as it spoke, dust falling from the ceiling as spiders and insects in the corners of the room were knocked to the ground. “I repeat, Project Eldritch has had a containment breach. This is a level 5 breach. All personnel must evacuate the premises at once. I repeat, evacuate the premises at once. Do not return until authorized. Project Eldritch has had a containment breach…” The voice started to repeat itself, sounding the same warning over and over again as what sounded like a tornado siren blared from hidden speakers all over the ghost town.. I couldn’t tell whether it was a robot or a person speaking the warning into the PA system. The cadence and inflections were all totally flat and emotionless, almost sounding like a text-to-speech software app.
“Oh God, it’s too late!” the woman in front of us in the lab coat said, crying and putting her face into her hands.
“Ma’am,” I said, calmly walking up to her and putting a hand on her shoulder, “just what is going on? Where are all these people coming from? Is there some sort of secret laboratory underneath Saddle Ranch Springs or something?” Katherine was standing to my left now, taking my hand into hers. I felt her fingers trembling, her heart beating so fast I could feel the pulse through her skin.
“We need to get out of here!” she said. “Follow me, if you want to live. It’s your only chance. There’s a safe room not too far from here, a hidden hatchway door leading down in case of a containment breach. I’ll tell you everything there, if we live that long.”
We sprinted out of the jail, Dr. Kay leading the way. I heard engines revving as a few Hummers pulled up, and the doctors and scientists in the lead got in, being whisked away down the dirt road by their security details. The cars left a cloud of dust in their wake that blotted out the sky, covering the ghost town in a dim light. We ran past the jail, past the town hall and behind the saloon, where Dr. Kay got on her knees and began feeling around in the dirt. Within seconds, she had found a handle, pulling up a door so cleverly disguised that I would have never seen it in a million years if I had not been with her.
She jumped down, falling into the blackness. I peered down and saw her standing about five feet below us. Without being prompted, I jumped down, Katherine landing behind me a couple seconds later, then Rooster last of all. Red emergency lights flashed, the bulbs within the large round casings moving in slow, lazy circles. It gave a bloody glow to the entire tunnel.
We followed Dr. Kay ahead, where a massive steel door eight feet tall and five feet wide blocked out the entire tunnel. A black pad stood on the wall to its right. Dr. Kay put her eye up to it, as apparently it had a small camera with an optical scanner, and a buzzer went off in the hallway, sending the door flying open and making my ears ring from its sheer volume. The door dilated like a pupil, the metal expanding in a circle as it disappeared into the wall.
Behind it, a room lit by too many bright, fluorescent lights appeared. I instinctively put my hand in front of my eyes to shield them. On the edge of the room, I saw countless video monitors with live cameras covering every inch of the ghost town, as well as many shots of laboratories and scientific installations I had never seen before.
“What is this place?” Katherine asked behind me. Dr. Kay turned.
“Well, this is just a bunker, a safe room with back-up video feeds,” she said. “But if you mean the entire scientific complex itself, it’s where the US government does secret research into alternate dimensions, parallel worlds and doorways between different parts of the multiverse.” Her eyes flicked to the monitors, where people were still running and screaming, trying to escape from some unseen horror. “We’re funded by an agency unknown to the general public, the Department for Paranormal Research. Billions of dollars of black-ops taxpayer dollars are funneled through the CIA and military to the DPR, and some of it goes to experiments like ours here.”
“OK, so what kind of experiments are we talking about?” I asked, feeling unsure. My hairs stood on end, and the air had an electric feeling to it, as if something big was about to happen. I thought I knew what the Japanese citizens of Hiroshima and Nagasaki must have felt when they first felt the quaking of the ground and the flash of white light from the center of their cities.
“Here, we only do experiments trying to provide doorways to other worlds,” she said, pointing to her name badge. “I myself have a PhD in quantum physics, and we used all the knowledge gathered by physicists to open a quantum doorway earlier today. But something came through it just now, and it is creating havoc and death throughout the labs. I saw a few other scientists ripped apart by something that looked like demons straight from Hell. They stood about the height of a tall man, but their eyes were pure black and their skin bright red, their fingernails and toenails were just long black talons, and they spoke in some gurgling language I’ve never heard before. I don’t think anyone on this planet has seen them before, at least not in a very long time…” Her eyes became distant, as if she were deep in thought. And as she stopped talking, the earth began to shake violently.
It started as a small tremor, then rapidly built up into a high-intensity earthquake. Looking on the video feeds, I saw some of them cameras go black, but others outside in the abandoned town showed the ground begin to split open, flames and smoke shooting out as a massive demon rode out on a chariot, led by seven white horses. Looking closer, I realized the horses had exposed bone with pieces of rotting skin and fur still clinging to their corpses. Yet they ran at a furious pace, their tendons and muscles flexing under the high-quality resolution of the video feed. I saw the escaping Hummers filled with doctors and government agents in far-off shots of the video feed drive directly into a massive crack in the earth. No one came up from the smoking cracks that now appeared all around us.
Chairs in the room fell over and tables cracked and splintered as the earthquake’s tremors reached a crescendo, but they didn’t begin to recede. I saw Katherine, Rooster and Dr. Kay all holding onto whatever stable surface they could grab nearby. Katherine and Rooster were holding hands. My heart began to race in my chest, old suspicions rising to the surface as I forgot our mortal peril for a moment.
“They’re here,” Dr. Kay said, a look of total terror marring her tear-covered eyes. The floor of the room began to crack down the middle. “Get out of here!” she began to scream. None of us needed to be told twice. We ran through the still-open door and back into the world above.
As we came out into the blinding sunlight, I looked up at the small hill of the desert behind the town, and saw horrors from another world rushing towards us. The chariot flew down the hill, a wall of billowing flame and smoke rising thousands of feet into the air behind it…
***
As I came out from the dry riverbed I had taken refuge in, I realized no one was moving around me. I saw the burnt bodies of Katherine, Rooster and Dr. Kay, laying on the ground ten feet in front of me, blackened and still smoking, their melted clothes attached to their flesh now from the intense heat they had been exposed to. The demon in the chariot rushed towards me, the hooves of the seven horses creating a loud “clap-clap” noise as they drew closer, and I thought he would run me down. But with a cry, he stopped the horses only a few feet in front of me. The demons behind him regarded me with interest and suspicion. The huge one stepped down in front of me.
“Mark,” he said to me, smiling from ear to ear. Small billows of smoke escaped from his mouth as he spoke. “I am so happy to finally meet you. My name is Lucifer, or Satan, if you prefer. I have many other names, as I’m sure you know.” He laughed at this. My heart beat hard in my chest as I realized I was the only one I could see still left alive.
“What do you want with me?” I asked, trying not to make eye contact. “Please, I don’t want to die.”
“Oh, neither do I want you to die!” Satan said loudly. “If I wanted you dead, you would be dead already.” He leaned close to me, lowering his voice. “And by the way, you were right about Rooster and your girlfriend there. They were in love, cheating on you, betraying you every chance they got.
“Your suspicions have been correct for a long time,” Satan said, his face totally expressionless. “Your girlfriend has been having sex with your best friend nearly every day for the past year. When you were working to support her, she was betraying you over and over. They are traitors to you, totally unworthy of your attention. Ants in the afterbirth have more meaning than their lives did. And I did you a favor by killing them.
“They were worthless sheep, and the world is full of worthless sheep. They are more sheep for the Sheep God. But you, my friend, are different. Will you follow me?” I thought for only a moment and nodded. I had a feeling if I said no, I would die a horrible death on the spot.
“Every President and world leader in the past two centuries has given me his allegiance,” Satan said to me, showing me his perfectly white, sharpened teeth in a grisly smile. “Everyone with real power has pledged his soul to me, and in exchange, I gave them whatever they desired. And now I ask you, do you also wish for power, for money, followers, or anything else your heart desires?” I barely had to think about it.
“Of course I do,” I said quickly. With a puff of smoke, an old-looking, rolled-up parchment appeared in Satan’s left hand. He unrolled it, handing me an ancient quill pen and pointing to the bottom line. I didn’t even read the contract, nor could I if I wanted to. It was written in some language I had never seen before, almost reminding me of an ancient Tibetan script I had seen in history books.
“What is this?” I asked. He shrugged.
“It is just a contract between us, written in Enochian, the language of the angels,” he said simply, his black eyes shimmering with an inner light.
“Just sign here,” he said, pointing to a thick line on the bottom. I took the quill pen and began to move it towards the line, but he laughed.
“Not like that!” he said, motioning to a demon behind him, who came up to me and handed me a dagger. “Cut your hand and sign it in your blood.” I put the knife over my left palm, hesitating for a moment, before taking a deep breath and slashing it into the skin. A burning pain shot through my hand. I dipped the tip of the quill in the drops of blood pooling in my palm, signing my name in cursive on the parchment. When I had finished, the paper disappeared back into a puff of smoke. As soon as it did, my hand re-knitted itself, healing within seconds, and I began to feel a rush of euphoria and light enter my body.
It felt as if someone reached into my heart with invisible hands made of light and pulled out all the stress, all the anxieties and insecurities built up there. All my depression and sickness at finding out my girlfriend had been cheating on me with my best friend evaporated in an instant, and I felt pure bliss, thinking of their burnt bodies in the dirt of the destroyed ghost town.
My hearing suddenly became far more acute- I could literally hear mice and voles crawling in the dirt beneath the ground. I could hear people screaming in Hell and angels singing in Heaven. It was as if I had been given a small taste of omniscience, and I enjoyed every second of it.
“What’s… what’s happening to me?” I asked, feeling shocked.
“You are gaining the divine wisdom that I offer all my followers,” Satan said, smiling, showing his sharp, bleached-white teeth. “They don’t call me Lucifer for nothing. I bring light to those who wish it, and I bring wisdom and peace to those who are forgotten by God.
“Within twenty years, I will make you President of the United States, as long as you do as I wish. We can start your political career small, as a state representative perhaps, but it won’t last long. It never does.” Satan grinned at me, extending a huge red hand, and I shook it. A fiery heat emanated from within his smooth flesh.
“I can’t wait,” I said, excited about my future for the first time in years.
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The main demon bellowed, shaking the ground as he put his arms into the air, looking straight up into the sky and smiling. A circle of fire shot out from his chariot, expanding rapidly and burning up every building and shrub it touched in the abandoned desert town.
Looking behind me, I saw the deep indentation where a river had once run through the town, during wetter times before the never-ending drought affecting our Western area of the USA. Without thinking, I jumped in, shielding my head and ducking down. The wall of fire soared above me, burning my hair and the back of my shirt. I heard screaming nearby as men and women in white lab coats or black suits burned alive. I closed my eyes and tried to block it out.
While I lay on the ground, crouching into a ball and shutting my eyes tightly, I thought about how I had ended up in this situation, cursing my now dead girlfriend who convinced us to come out here on a sight-seeing trip.
***
“Markey,” Katherine said, smiling sweetly, “I am so excited to see that old ghost town on the edge of the desert- the one they used to call Saddle Ranch Springs.” I hated it when my girlfriend called me Markey instead of just Mark. “Will you be ready in twenty minutes?” I grunted in response.
“Is that a yes or a no?” she asked. Sighing, I turned to her and smiled slightly.
“OK, fine,” I said hesitantly. She sprung up, clapping in happiness and ran upstairs to get ready. As soon as she had asked about it, I knew I was going. I could never say no to Katherine. While she got dressed and put on make-up, I finished cooking breakfast and making coffee for both of us, wondering exactly what could be so exciting about seeing a ghost town that had been dead for over a hundred years.
“Katherine, are you almost ready to eat?” I yelled up the stairs. She mumbled something I could barely hear that sounded like a yes. As I waited for her, my phone rang. Looking down, I saw that the number was marked “Private”. I answered, putting it up to my ear.
“Hello?” I said. At first there was just a mechanical cacophony, like shrieking metal overlaying clicking and whirring noises, then someone started screaming in the background. It sounded like a woman being burned alive or tortured. A deep, gravelly voice began to speak.
“Do not go to the place where the Saddle Ranch massacre began,” it said. “It will end with death. But not for you, Mark. Some things are worse than death.” Then suddenly the line went dead. I looked down at the smartphone in my hand, confused, but I shrugged and put it away. I wondered if my friend Rooster was playing some kind of prank on me, as he knew we were all going to the abandoned town today.
After we were ready, Katherine and I left to go pick up Rooster. He loved urban exploration and knew every abandoned mental asylum, haunted house and ghost town in a five-hundred mile radius. But that wasn’t saying much, seeing as I lived in the middle of the desert out in the Western US. There were barely any towns nearby with more than five thousand people.
Rooster had eyes like a Siberian husky, a pale Russian complexion and far too many tattoos covering every exposed inch of his arms and legs. Many of them were mystical in nature, including paintings from Alex Grey, the OM symbol in a mandala pattern and a huge tattoo of a four-armed Shiva dancing the tandava on his right leg. I had known Rooster since I was a kid, when we went to the same school, and he was the one who had introduced me to psychedelic drugs, music festivals and eventually, my fiancee Katherine herself. I owed him a great deal.
As he got in the backseat behind Katherine on the passenger side, I looked back and saw a huge, shit-eating grin on his face, his pupils looking dilated, a thin sheen of sweat covering his face.
“Dude, are you fucking tripping right now?” I asked, slightly shocked. He nodded slowly.
“I just ate like three hits of really good Grateful Dead family blotter acid,” he said, laughing to himself. I shook my head and started the car back up, driving off down towards the highway and towards Saddle Ranch Springs.
“Now why would you eat acid when you knew we were going exploring in a ghost town?” I said, feeling peevish. Katherine looked over at me, smiling her slight Buddha smile. She had never even done psychedelics and refused to ever try them, but she always found Rooster hilarious when he had eaten mushrooms or acid. I was happy they got along quite well, because God forbid, if I had to choose between my lifelong best friend and the girl I loved, I’m not sure which I would have chosen.
“Because I want to see, man,” he said, laughing again. “Open up my third eye and all that, just like Bill Hicks said. ‘Today young men on acid realized we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively…’” He trailed off, rambling for a few more moments before going quiet.
“Huh, OK, makes sense,” I said quietly, feeling the absurd urge to start laughing too. Then I remembered the phone call. “Hey Rooster, did you prank call me this morning?” I looked into the rearview mirror, seeing his huge smile and sparkling eyes.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, man,” he said, his smile never faltering. I took that as a yes. In hindsight, I should have questioned him more. I should have realized he was just smiling because of the drugs, not because it had anything to do with my question. I should have done a lot of things differently, I guess. They might both still be alive if I had.
I turned up the radio and we didn’t talk the rest of the journey.
***
“Oh my God, look at how cool this is,” Katherine said, pointing to the abandoned saloon a few feet in front of us with its massive batwing doors. The entire downtown area of Saddle Ranch Springs looked like the set for some old Western movie. It had only one real street, with all of ten dilapidated buildings on it, including an ancient police station and jail, a town hall, the saloon and a few houses. We walked up and down, exploring. When we got to the jail, that was when things started to go wrong.
Rooster walked ahead of me, still smiling and laughing far too much for the circumstances. I could tell he was really tripping hard. He could barely follow the conversations Katherine and I had, and kept getting distracted by the smallest of things, such as a tiny snake that slithered across the dirt road. He chased it excitedly, looking like a little kid. The snake ended up being far faster and smarter than him, though, and the look of total childish disappointment on his face was so exaggerated that both Katherine and I started giggling in unison.
Katherine ended up being the first one into the old cell, the jail door standing wide open. Rust covered every square inch of the metal, and the jail smelled dusty and old, almost like the smell of an antique shop.
We looked at the metal bench where the prisoners used to sleep, and Rooster got down on his knees, peering underneath it.
“What are you doing, bro?” I asked, kneeling down to get a closer look. Rooster looked up at me suddenly, the smile gone from his face.
“There’s some random ass trap door down here hidden beneath the bench,” he said, pointing to the extremely faint outline of a square covered in dust. Using his hands, he wiped the sand and dust off of it. I would never have seen it on my own, it was so well-camouflaged. The only reason Rooster had been able to see it, I assumed, was that the LSD was giving his senses an extra kick that allowed him to pick up subtle, tiny cues that everyone else would instantly miss. Feeling around at the corners, Rooster began to pull with the tips of his fingers and eventually found a way to open it.
We heard screaming and shrieking as soon as we opened the hatchway, and then the desert outside started to explode with noise and movement. A much larger hidden square rose up out behind the jail, a metal door with sand glued to the top of it swinging open, and we saw men and women in lab coats begin to run out, scattering like cockroaches in every direction. In the hatchway beneath the bench in the jail, a woman frantically appeared, wearing a lab coat and an ID badge that read “Dr. Kay”. She climbed up a ladder from the dark shadows beneath, heaving herself out with mortal terror and panic evident on her face.
“They’re getting out!” she yelled at us, not even appearing to realize that we weren’t wearing lab coats, black suits or biohazard uniforms, unlike all the other people who were now spilling out of the much larger hatchway by the dozens. “Get the hell out of here!” Just then, a deafening alarm began to sound from underneath us.
“What in the hell is going on?” Rooster whispered to me. Katherine just stared around, her green eyes wide and shocked.
“Project Eldritch has had a containment breach,” an amplified, calm female voice said, sounding like it came from thousands of speakers beneath our feet. The worn planks of the abandoned building shook as it spoke, dust falling from the ceiling as spiders and insects in the corners of the room were knocked to the ground. “I repeat, Project Eldritch has had a containment breach. This is a level 5 breach. All personnel must evacuate the premises at once. I repeat, evacuate the premises at once. Do not return until authorized. Project Eldritch has had a containment breach…” The voice started to repeat itself, sounding the same warning over and over again as what sounded like a tornado siren blared from hidden speakers all over the ghost town.. I couldn’t tell whether it was a robot or a person speaking the warning into the PA system. The cadence and inflections were all totally flat and emotionless, almost sounding like a text-to-speech software app.
“Oh God, it’s too late!” the woman in front of us in the lab coat said, crying and putting her face into her hands.
“Ma’am,” I said, calmly walking up to her and putting a hand on her shoulder, “just what is going on? Where are all these people coming from? Is there some sort of secret laboratory underneath Saddle Ranch Springs or something?” Katherine was standing to my left now, taking my hand into hers. I felt her fingers trembling, her heart beating so fast I could feel the pulse through her skin.
“We need to get out of here!” she said. “Follow me, if you want to live. It’s your only chance. There’s a safe room not too far from here, a hidden hatchway door leading down in case of a containment breach. I’ll tell you everything there, if we live that long.”
We sprinted out of the jail, Dr. Kay leading the way. I heard engines revving as a few Hummers pulled up, and the doctors and scientists in the lead got in, being whisked away down the dirt road by their security details. The cars left a cloud of dust in their wake that blotted out the sky, covering the ghost town in a dim light. We ran past the jail, past the town hall and behind the saloon, where Dr. Kay got on her knees and began feeling around in the dirt. Within seconds, she had found a handle, pulling up a door so cleverly disguised that I would have never seen it in a million years if I had not been with her.
She jumped down, falling into the blackness. I peered down and saw her standing about five feet below us. Without being prompted, I jumped down, Katherine landing behind me a couple seconds later, then Rooster last of all. Red emergency lights flashed, the bulbs within the large round casings moving in slow, lazy circles. It gave a bloody glow to the entire tunnel.
We followed Dr. Kay ahead, where a massive steel door eight feet tall and five feet wide blocked out the entire tunnel. A black pad stood on the wall to its right. Dr. Kay put her eye up to it, as apparently it had a small camera with an optical scanner, and a buzzer went off in the hallway, sending the door flying open and making my ears ring from its sheer volume. The door dilated like a pupil, the metal expanding in a circle as it disappeared into the wall.
Behind it, a room lit by too many bright, fluorescent lights appeared. I instinctively put my hand in front of my eyes to shield them. On the edge of the room, I saw countless video monitors with live cameras covering every inch of the ghost town, as well as many shots of laboratories and scientific installations I had never seen before.
“What is this place?” Katherine asked behind me. Dr. Kay turned.
“Well, this is just a bunker, a safe room with back-up video feeds,” she said. “But if you mean the entire scientific complex itself, it’s where the US government does secret research into alternate dimensions, parallel worlds and doorways between different parts of the multiverse.” Her eyes flicked to the monitors, where people were still running and screaming, trying to escape from some unseen horror. “We’re funded by an agency unknown to the general public, the Department for Paranormal Research. Billions of dollars of black-ops taxpayer dollars are funneled through the CIA and military to the DPR, and some of it goes to experiments like ours here.”
“OK, so what kind of experiments are we talking about?” I asked, feeling unsure. My hairs stood on end, and the air had an electric feeling to it, as if something big was about to happen. I thought I knew what the Japanese citizens of Hiroshima and Nagasaki must have felt when they first felt the quaking of the ground and the flash of white light from the center of their cities.
“Here, we only do experiments trying to provide doorways to other worlds,” she said, pointing to her name badge. “I myself have a PhD in quantum physics, and we used all the knowledge gathered by physicists to open a quantum doorway earlier today. But something came through it just now, and it is creating havoc and death throughout the labs. I saw a few other scientists ripped apart by something that looked like demons straight from Hell. They stood about the height of a tall man, but their eyes were pure black and their skin bright red, their fingernails and toenails were just long black talons, and they spoke in some gurgling language I’ve never heard before. I don’t think anyone on this planet has seen them before, at least not in a very long time…” Her eyes became distant, as if she were deep in thought. And as she stopped talking, the earth began to shake violently.
It started as a small tremor, then rapidly built up into a high-intensity earthquake. Looking on the video feeds, I saw some of them cameras go black, but others outside in the abandoned town showed the ground begin to split open, flames and smoke shooting out as a massive demon rode out on a chariot, led by seven white horses. Looking closer, I realized the horses had exposed bone with pieces of rotting skin and fur still clinging to their corpses. Yet they ran at a furious pace, their tendons and muscles flexing under the high-quality resolution of the video feed. I saw the escaping Hummers filled with doctors and government agents in far-off shots of the video feed drive directly into a massive crack in the earth. No one came up from the smoking cracks that now appeared all around us.
Chairs in the room fell over and tables cracked and splintered as the earthquake’s tremors reached a crescendo, but they didn’t begin to recede. I saw Katherine, Rooster and Dr. Kay all holding onto whatever stable surface they could grab nearby. Katherine and Rooster were holding hands. My heart began to race in my chest, old suspicions rising to the surface as I forgot our mortal peril for a moment.
“They’re here,” Dr. Kay said, a look of total terror marring her tear-covered eyes. The floor of the room began to crack down the middle. “Get out of here!” she began to scream. None of us needed to be told twice. We ran through the still-open door and back into the world above.
As we came out into the blinding sunlight, I looked up at the small hill of the desert behind the town, and saw horrors from another world rushing towards us. The chariot flew down the hill, a wall of billowing flame and smoke rising thousands of feet into the air behind it…
***
As I came out from the dry riverbed I had taken refuge in, I realized no one was moving around me. I saw the burnt bodies of Katherine, Rooster and Dr. Kay, laying on the ground ten feet in front of me, blackened and still smoking, their melted clothes attached to their flesh now from the intense heat they had been exposed to. The demon in the chariot rushed towards me, the hooves of the seven horses creating a loud “clap-clap” noise as they drew closer, and I thought he would run me down. But with a cry, he stopped the horses only a few feet in front of me. The demons behind him regarded me with interest and suspicion. The huge one stepped down in front of me.
“Mark,” he said to me, smiling from ear to ear. Small billows of smoke escaped from his mouth as he spoke. “I am so happy to finally meet you. My name is Lucifer, or Satan, if you prefer. I have many other names, as I’m sure you know.” He laughed at this. My heart beat hard in my chest as I realized I was the only one I could see still left alive.
“What do you want with me?” I asked, trying not to make eye contact. “Please, I don’t want to die.”
“Oh, neither do I want you to die!” Satan said loudly. “If I wanted you dead, you would be dead already.” He leaned close to me, lowering his voice. “And by the way, you were right about Rooster and your girlfriend there. They were in love, cheating on you, betraying you every chance they got.
“Your suspicions have been correct for a long time,” Satan said, his face totally expressionless. “Your girlfriend has been having sex with your best friend nearly every day for the past year. When you were working to support her, she was betraying you over and over. They are traitors to you, totally unworthy of your attention. Ants in the afterbirth have more meaning than their lives did. And I did you a favor by killing them.
“They were worthless sheep, and the world is full of worthless sheep. They are more sheep for the Sheep God. But you, my friend, are different. Will you follow me?” I thought for only a moment and nodded. I had a feeling if I said no, I would die a horrible death on the spot.
“Every President and world leader in the past two centuries has given me his allegiance,” Satan said to me, showing me his perfectly white, sharpened teeth in a grisly smile. “Everyone with real power has pledged his soul to me, and in exchange, I gave them whatever they desired. And now I ask you, do you also wish for power, for money, followers, or anything else your heart desires?” I barely had to think about it.
“Of course I do,” I said quickly. With a puff of smoke, an old-looking, rolled-up parchment appeared in Satan’s left hand. He unrolled it, handing me an ancient quill pen and pointing to the bottom line. I didn’t even read the contract, nor could I if I wanted to. It was written in some language I had never seen before, almost reminding me of an ancient Tibetan script I had seen in history books.
“What is this?” I asked. He shrugged.
“It is just a contract between us, written in Enochian, the language of the angels,” he said simply, his black eyes shimmering with an inner light.
“Just sign here,” he said, pointing to a thick line on the bottom. I took the quill pen and began to move it towards the line, but he laughed.
“Not like that!” he said, motioning to a demon behind him, who came up to me and handed me a dagger. “Cut your hand and sign it in your blood.” I put the knife over my left palm, hesitating for a moment, before taking a deep breath and slashing it into the skin. A burning pain shot through my hand. I dipped the tip of the quill in the drops of blood pooling in my palm, signing my name in cursive on the parchment. When I had finished, the paper disappeared back into a puff of smoke. As soon as it did, my hand re-knitted itself, healing within seconds, and I began to feel a rush of euphoria and light enter my body.
It felt as if someone reached into my heart with invisible hands made of light and pulled out all the stress, all the anxieties and insecurities built up there. All my depression and sickness at finding out my girlfriend had been cheating on me with my best friend evaporated in an instant, and I felt pure bliss, thinking of their burnt bodies in the dirt of the destroyed ghost town.
My hearing suddenly became far more acute- I could literally hear mice and voles crawling in the dirt beneath the ground. I could hear people screaming in Hell and angels singing in Heaven. It was as if I had been given a small taste of omniscience, and I enjoyed every second of it.
“What’s… what’s happening to me?” I asked, feeling shocked.
“You are gaining the divine wisdom that I offer all my followers,” Satan said, smiling, showing his sharp, bleached-white teeth. “They don’t call me Lucifer for nothing. I bring light to those who wish it, and I bring wisdom and peace to those who are forgotten by God.
“Within twenty years, I will make you President of the United States, as long as you do as I wish. We can start your political career small, as a state representative perhaps, but it won’t last long. It never does.” Satan grinned at me, extending a huge red hand, and I shook it. A fiery heat emanated from within his smooth flesh.
“I can’t wait,” I said, excited about my future for the first time in years.
2024.04.16 20:48 djc23o6 I feel like I’m going to die in a factory. How do I escape this and improve my future?
Forgive the dramatic title but I felt that was the best way to grab attention. I recently turned 26M and have been working factory jobs since I was about 18-19 years old. The only factory I ever made a decent living at requires you to work 12 hours a day, 7 days a week and it was still crushing so after 3 years of working Christmases and other holidays I left. I now work at a place working M-F 40 hrs a week but I only make enough to pay my bills and feed myself. I have nothing to speak of as far as savings go and any unexpected expense would wreak havoc on my life.
I want to find a career that I can actually advance in without having to wait 10 years and hopefully get a management position that pays like $50-60k/yr. Now the biggest issue is I made some stupid decisions when I was young and got neck and hand tattoos so I have no idea what my options are at this point. I’ve looked into trades but all the apprentices programs in my area are paying $16-17/hr and I can’t afford the pay cut (currently making $20/hr). I’ve also looked into tattoo removal but I’m not sure if mine will be able to be fully removed and I’m also not entirely sure I could afford it but I need a career change if I want to have a better life. Something where I can actually afford to raise a family and won’t have to tell my future kids they can’t do this or that because we can’t afford it. Something where I’ll actually be able to retire one day and won’t be working on a production line until I eventually bite the dust.
At this point I’m willing to hear any advice and look into any career field I just want out of the hole I’ve dug myself into. Sorry for the long post and thank you if you took the time to read it and reply.
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I want to find a career that I can actually advance in without having to wait 10 years and hopefully get a management position that pays like $50-60k/yr. Now the biggest issue is I made some stupid decisions when I was young and got neck and hand tattoos so I have no idea what my options are at this point. I’ve looked into trades but all the apprentices programs in my area are paying $16-17/hr and I can’t afford the pay cut (currently making $20/hr). I’ve also looked into tattoo removal but I’m not sure if mine will be able to be fully removed and I’m also not entirely sure I could afford it but I need a career change if I want to have a better life. Something where I can actually afford to raise a family and won’t have to tell my future kids they can’t do this or that because we can’t afford it. Something where I’ll actually be able to retire one day and won’t be working on a production line until I eventually bite the dust.
At this point I’m willing to hear any advice and look into any career field I just want out of the hole I’ve dug myself into. Sorry for the long post and thank you if you took the time to read it and reply.
2024.04.09 06:42 Scary_Organization80 HEEELP - Nautical/Pirate build - Smooth as Jack Sparrow and hits like John Wick
I'm about to start a fully homebrewed, nautical themed campaign... tomorrow, and I'm wildly torn on my build. This only my 3rd campaign, just started playing a year ago, and this will have far more RP than I'm used to. I'm excited to explore the RP but still want to hit like a Mack Truck with no breaks. My DM is super chill and very open to ideas as long as they fit the world he's created. The overall feel of the character is essentially Jack Sparrow with long term goals of uniting a pirate nation under me as their pirate king - and creating havoc in the political realm through espionage (disguise self + friends kind of havoc). But... I also LOVE combat and absolutely decimating (I blame Colby for this!). So, enough rambling. Below is my current build which is essentially Colby's Gloomstalker build. I'd love input on it as well, but primarily looking for an alternative.
Current Build:
-Starting at lvl 3 as a Bugbear + 1 free feat + ORZHOV REP 0_0, unfortunately Standard Array
- Gloomstalker 5, Fighter 2, Assassin 3... then I'll figure it out
- Alternatively, GS 3, Echo Knight 6, Assassin 3... TBD
Keep in mind, my DM gives us a personal item that scales with us. Mine is Tattoos that grant CHA upgrades per lvl (pulling up my CHA dump stat) and allow me to cast the spells from my background. It's pretty BA. So this would allow me to lean further into the whole RP of the charismatic pirate captain will blasting away anything that moves.
So, the alternative build I was considering is a Bard based. Probably Eloquence for heavier RP or swords bard for a quicker martial path, and then I'm not sure. I've thought about Bladesinger or Hexblade, but I just can't decide at this point. Also, I'd be able to homebrew another crazy scaling item.
1000% decision paralysis. All input is welcome and greatly appreciated!
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Current Build:
-Starting at lvl 3 as a Bugbear + 1 free feat + ORZHOV REP 0_0, unfortunately Standard Array
- Gloomstalker 5, Fighter 2, Assassin 3... then I'll figure it out
- Alternatively, GS 3, Echo Knight 6, Assassin 3... TBD
Keep in mind, my DM gives us a personal item that scales with us. Mine is Tattoos that grant CHA upgrades per lvl (pulling up my CHA dump stat) and allow me to cast the spells from my background. It's pretty BA. So this would allow me to lean further into the whole RP of the charismatic pirate captain will blasting away anything that moves.
So, the alternative build I was considering is a Bard based. Probably Eloquence for heavier RP or swords bard for a quicker martial path, and then I'm not sure. I've thought about Bladesinger or Hexblade, but I just can't decide at this point. Also, I'd be able to homebrew another crazy scaling item.
1000% decision paralysis. All input is welcome and greatly appreciated!
2024.04.09 06:36 Scary_Organization80 HEEELP - Nautical/Pirate build - Smooth as Jack Sparrow and hits like John Wick >=)
I'm about to start a fully homebrewed, nautical themed campaign... tomorrow, and I'm wildly torn on my build. This only my 3rd campaign, just started playing a year ago, and this will have far more RP than I'm used to. I'm excited to explore the RP but still want to hit like a Mack Truck with no breaks. My DM is super chill and very open to ideas as long as they fit the world he's created. The overall feel of the character is essentially Jack Sparrow with long term goals of uniting a pirate nation under me as their pirate king - and creating havoc in the political realm through espionage (disguise self + friends kind of havoc). But... I also LOVE combat and absolutely decimating (I blame Colby for this!). So, enough rambling. Below is my current build which is essentially Colby's Gloomstalker build. I'd love input on it as well, but primarily looking for an alternative.
Current Build:
-Starting at lvl 3 as a Bugbear + 1 free feat + ORZHOV REP 0_0, unfortunately Standard Array
- Gloomstalker 5, Fighter 2, Assassin 3... then I'll figure it out
- Alternatively, GS 3, Echo Knight 6, Assassin 3... TBD
Keep in mind, my DM gives us a personal item that scales with us. Mine is Tattoos that grant CHA upgrades per lvl (pulling up my CHA dump stat) and allow me to cast the spells from my background. It's pretty BA. So this would allow me to lean further into the whole RP of the charismatic pirate captain will blasting away anything that moves.
So, the alternative build I was considering is a Bard based. Probably Eloquence for heavier RP or swords bard for a quicker martial path, and then I'm not sure. I've thought about Bladesinger or Hexblade, but I just can't decide at this point. Also, I'd be able to homebrew another crazy scaling item.
1000% decision paralysis. All input is welcome and greatly appreciated!
PS. This is my first ever reddit post lol. Love the channel and this new found thing called DnD =)
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Current Build:
-Starting at lvl 3 as a Bugbear + 1 free feat + ORZHOV REP 0_0, unfortunately Standard Array
- Gloomstalker 5, Fighter 2, Assassin 3... then I'll figure it out
- Alternatively, GS 3, Echo Knight 6, Assassin 3... TBD
Keep in mind, my DM gives us a personal item that scales with us. Mine is Tattoos that grant CHA upgrades per lvl (pulling up my CHA dump stat) and allow me to cast the spells from my background. It's pretty BA. So this would allow me to lean further into the whole RP of the charismatic pirate captain will blasting away anything that moves.
So, the alternative build I was considering is a Bard based. Probably Eloquence for heavier RP or swords bard for a quicker martial path, and then I'm not sure. I've thought about Bladesinger or Hexblade, but I just can't decide at this point. Also, I'd be able to homebrew another crazy scaling item.
1000% decision paralysis. All input is welcome and greatly appreciated!
PS. This is my first ever reddit post lol. Love the channel and this new found thing called DnD =)
2024.04.07 17:55 seventennorth Dress Rehearsal Report: Kristen Wiig/RAYE [4/6/24]
![Dress Rehearsal Report: Kristen Wiig/RAYE [4/6/24]](https://external-preview.redd.it/uSgLcylSVw4xunnAcV2txb-ZSYJFAxcCf1NyEi_IpDk.jpg?width=320&crop=smart&auto=webp&s=ffff9c3fa2fd6a0d7946a27aeff59661577d4b21 "Dress Rehearsal Report: Kristen Wiig/RAYE [4/6/24]") | Ah, I haven't written one of these in half a year... thank you to my friends Jessica and u/shayneysides for their valuable help with this report! submitted by seventennorth to LiveFromNewYork [link] [comments] SECTION 1: CUT SKETCHESAll quoted dialogue is approximate, I do not have an eidetic memory. Also, I interchangeably use cast and character names because not every character is named, and I try to defer to in-sketch pronouns.NEWS ANCHORS INT. A MORNING NEWSROOM: Wiig & Squirm are two news anchors who chirpily introduce the top of the show with some small talk, mentioning that their husbands were off on a camping trip together, so they "went to Buccacino's and had a few drinks" the previous night. Then Wiig starts to read the first news story—"Two insane women are wanted for drunk and disorderly behavior last night"—and she starts stuttering, while Squirm looks similarly dismayed next to her. Halfway through the sentence "The women were spotted leaving a Bucca—" Wiig decides to stop reading the story, and throws it over to JAJ at the sports desk. JAJ: "So that story is about you guys, right?" Wiig: "Just read us the sports news!" JAJ proceeds to read a story about two insane topless women who disrupted a basketball game last night; apparently, they were shouting about "being depressed because their husbands were obviously doing a Brokeback together." Frazzled, Wiig then throws it to Longfellow, a reporter on the ground at a crime scene. Longfellow is interviewing his witness, Kearney; they discuss the harrowing scene in front of a broken-in tattoo parlor. Kearney: "Honestly, these women should just turn themselves in because they need to seek medical attention. The DIY nipple piercings they performed on each other were done with infected needles!" Cut back to a horrified Squirm, who opens her blazer to reveal bloodied nipple stains on her white blouse. Kearney adds: “And their BAC was so high they melted the breathalyzer! (Close-up on a melted breathalyzer prop.) Longfellow then continues that these women (now dubbed the "Long-Breasted Lunatics") were also ranting about having had a threeway with "an emo Jimmy Buffett-looking fellow." Wiig: "Emo Jimmy Buffett? What the hell does that look like?" Cut to the weatherman, Kenan Thompson dressed up as an emo Jimmy Buffett. Wiig: "No... no, we didn't..." Thompson: "Oh, yes we did." PLEASE DON'T DESTROY: GRINKY [pretape] INT. PDD WRITER'S ROOM: Wiig enters, says she's excited to see whatever sketches PDD has for her, then adds, "But before we start, let me just get some stuff out my purse first." She pulls out a little thing called a Grinky. He is CGI, six inches tall, kind of has a wide, squishy, orange, bug-eyed alien face and then Kevin James proportions—big suit jacket and jeans and sneakers. PDD are aghast. "What the hell is that?" Wiig: "What? It's just a Grinky. I found it in my garden and put it in my purse. It's not a big deal." Weirded out, PDD continue to try and pitch sketches; Marshall suggests one called "The Confident Farter," and Wiig giggles and seems to like it, but then she glances askance at the Grinky, who makes a throat-cutting motion; she looks down at her lap, and quietly says, "No, I don't like that one..." Grinky also elaborates that he's not called Grinky, he's just a Grinky; his name is actually Jeff. Jeff the Grinky starts to pitch his own sketches, including one where he does a little dance and ends with the "catchphrase," "Can't get mad at that!" Marshall: "That's not funny at all." Jeff: "You can be in it." Marshall: "Let's pitch it!" Same thing happens with Herlihy Jr. Still aghast, Higgins Jr. declares that SNL will "never, ever let Grinky onto the show," and then we Gilligan cut to Jost on Weekend Update, howling in laughter at the Grinky doing his little dance and catchphrase on the Update desk. FIG. 1: shayneysides’s artistic rendition of Grinky. FUNERAL SONG INT. A FUNERAL HOME: Wiig is a widow giving a speech at her late husband's funeral; his casket sits next to her podium. She announces that his last wish was to play his favorite song, and that the funeral attendees would sit quietly in contemplation. Wiig sits a bright red Beats pill on the podium and an upbeat, jazzy tune comes out. The audience—I think Day, Yang, Hernandez, Nwodim, and Longfellow—all get up-close pans to their confused faces. Slowly, everyone starts to shimmy to the catchy song in their seats, although Wiig snaps that it's not respectful to be dancing to it and her husband even specifically requested "no dancing." Kearney pops in, saying that they’re from the funeral next door, and asks them to turn the distracting music down. One by one, the funeral attendees come up to the casket and pay their respects while the song is still playing. Longfellow, the son, gives an awkward eulogy; Hernandez starts to subtly dance when it's his turn, before Wiig yells at him and he dashes off; while leaning over the casket, Day accidentally drops his glasses and has to awkwardly fish around the corpse to retrieve them, only to end up with different ones from what he had. Finally, everyone in the room is dancing to the song, and the husband—revealed to be Thompson—sits up in his casket and goes "Ha! Gotcha! I was alive all along!" The sketch ends with Punkie popping in and saying, “Hey, I’m from the funeral next door, but this time we want you to turn the music up!” Subjective note: structurally, this sketch was not the worst thing in the world, but it played very badly because the song in question was just... more or less inoffensive? It sounded like something the SNL house band would play in between sketches—no vocals, not super catchy or super off-putting—so that factors into the sketch's muted reception. AMTRAK OVERSHARER INT. A TRAIN CAR: Thompson enters, politely informs Wiig that she is sitting in his assigned seat; she goes, "Oh, thanks for letting me know," and keeps sitting there. Put-off, Thompson just sits next to her. Wiig gets a call (Nwodim's voice is on the other line) with her "OBGYN test results"; Thompson gets up and says, "Oh, I'll let you have some privacy," but Wiig pushes him down and says, "It's fine." Wiig keeps it on speaker as Nwodim starts to reveal some gross personal information. I don't remember most of the jokes, but they're in the vein of Wiig oversharing and also doing some Amelia Bedelia-style misunderstandings, ex. Nwodim goes "Have you had any discharge?" Wiig answers "Yes, dishonorable." A deeply uncomfortable Thompson keeps trying to escape during this, but Walker (playing a train worker) keeps thwarting him. There's also a funny little fourth-wall break at the end of this: Thompson goes, "Eff this, I'm out," and as he's storming off the train, Walker calls after him, "You can't leave the sketch, man!" as we watch the camera pan out and reveal the set. Note: this is probably a sequel to CAB DRIVER from the earlier Jason Momoa/Tate McRae episode. CATCHING FIRE BOOK CLUB I actually summarized this in my Molly Shannon/Jonas Brothers report a whole year ago when they first tried this sketch. I'll just copy and paste what I wrote back then: shannon’s character is leading a book club for the hunger games: catching fire in a living room set; various cast members playing suburban housewives are flanking her on white couches, like nwodim, squirm, kearney, etc (there’s a fourth but i forget who, probably fineman?). nwodim says she brought crackers as a snack, and shannon flips her shit and says she doesn’t want any snacks with crumbs at the book club, she only wants “non-particle snacks” like jello and yogurt; this is because she’s been dealing with an ant problem. as they begin reading, squirm bites into a cracker and drops some crumbs on the floor, and shannon groans and says, alright, here come the ants. the camera cuts to a blown-up shot of yang—physically situated in a greenscreen set on the main monologue stage—costumed as an ant and giggling on the carpet. he starts to cause general havoc in the book club, like spoiling the book (“the quarter quell arena is shaped like a CLOCK!”), climbing up squirm’s hair, or pushing things down from the shelves, like family photos or an urn filled with shannon’s assistant’s ashes. shannon says she’s going to call the exterminator, but ant yang giggles and says, “good luck! i cut his brakes.” we hear the sfx of tires squealing and a crash, before dismukes in an exterminator uniform stumbles into the room, coughing up blood before he collapses dead on the carpet. finally, fed up, shannon pulls out a tiny gun and fires three shots at ant yang. ant yang matrix-dodges them easily and then laughs and taunts shannon, “you’ve got one bullet left; better make it count!” she inhales, steels herself, and then hits yang with the last shot. prostrate, ant yang asks, with his dying breath, “what happens in the last book?” shannon: “prim dies.” yang: “who killed her? was it president snow?” shannon: “no. it was gale.” yang says something surprised in response to this—i forget what exactly—then he dies dramatically. then everyone in the book club stands up and does a solemn three-fingered hunger games salute. mixed-to-high audience reception; they seemed mostly onboard but i think there was some awkward pauses during all the complicated camera transitions that kind of killed the momentum? i think they could bring this back with any female host if they tighten it up.This time they cut the exterminator!Dismukes bit, but past that I don't really remember any specific changes, other than that Celeste Yim (I mean, we can assume it's Yim) definitely tightened it up and added some better punchlines this time, and—with all love to Shannon—Wiig markedly improved it with her performance. It's not that strong a sketch, but I'm still bummed it got cut again. SECTION 2: ORIGINAL DRESS RUNDOWN
SECTION 3: CHANGES FROM DRESS TO AIRI caught a lot of little dialogue differences but, to be honest, I'm too tired to list all of them nowadays, lol. Here's just the highlights:
SECTION 4: SUNDRY NOTES
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2024.04.06 14:41 ColonelCandyCorn Marceline the Vampire Queen - Part 3
 | Hi everyone, thank you for your patience on this post. I apologise for the wait but I have been busy at the moment with uni work, etc. Hope you enjoy this one - the 3rd and final part of the Marceline timeline. submitted by ColonelCandyCorn to AdventureTimeLore [link] [comments] POST-ADVENTURE TIME:DISTANT LANDS:- ~1010 - 1012 A.M.W \*1])('Obisidian' (DLe2)) : This special episode follows on around a decade after the original end of Adventure Time (Come Along With Me) and we once again meet Marceline the Vampire Queen still living very happily with her now official girlfriend Princess Bubblegum. The two now live peacefully together in Marceline's cave away from Bubblegum's responsibilities of the Candy Kingdom \*2]) and the two enjoy their time together, with Bubblegum working on experiments, Marceline on her music and both on numerous projects - like assembling a IKEA-looking cabinet. The two live sweetly - but uneventfully - together until a visitor arrives at their door.https://preview.redd.it/clvg4cp4musc1.png?width=1091&format=png&auto=webp&s=150dae0dee6a824a4a86d29296f6ade9c7c4f55d The door opens revealing Simon Petrikov (now permanently in human form from the events of CAWM and living his life in Ooo) and a smaller, childish being made of glass - 'Glassboy'. Simon explains that while he was playing a gig in Dirtbeer Guy's Tavern (a rendition of his and Marceline's 'Remember You' from 'I Remember You' (s4e25)), Glassboy burst in to find answers of where to find Marceline where he gets thrown out very quickly. Simon goes out to help Glassboy and takes him to Marceline. Glassboy runs to Marceline and drops to his knees, hailing her as a saviour and a saint, and pleads that she return to the 'Glass Kingdom' to once again slay a fierce dragon known as 'Molto Larvo'. Marceline recalls the first time she did this - some 500-800 years prior - where she and Bubblegum were called to the desert Glass Kingdom to slay the dragon after it had escaped a volcanic furnace. Marceline managed to defeat the dragon using music, mainly a powerful song sung by her about Bubblegum which included very loud distortion bass. Marceline learns that she has been worshipped as a saint by the people of this kingdom for hundreds of years and that the song is taught to every generation to stop Larvo emerging from the furnace once again. After lots of annoying pleading from Glassboy, he, Marceline and Bubblegum set off to the desert to find the Glass Kingdom. As they travel through the desert, Marceline has repeated flashbacks of the time when her and her mother, Elise, lived out in the desert following the Great Mushroom War \*3]). Marceline is reluctant to tell Bubblegum about her traumatic experiences with her mother after the war, but still they push on to the Glass Kingdom. When they arrive at the Glass Kingdom, they are greeted with the great Ceremonial Bell which is a checkpoint for anyone trying to enter the Kingdom. Impatient with Bubblegum's love of ceremony, Marceline destroys the bell and uses it as ramp to enter the kingdom and find the dragon. Immediately they are surrounded by guards led by the 'See-Thru Princess' and her advisors who demand to know whether Glassboy has retrieved the real Marceline or just some 'run of the mill cave hag'. Marceline proves herself by fighting and then obliterating three of Larvo's 'Glassassins' (molten beings made of dark glass) again with her loud distortionate sound from her bass. The citizens of the kingdom praise Marceline again as their saviour and are ready to take Marceline to the furnace to destroy Larvo. On the way, Bubblegum voices her upset that - like the last time they were there - she is overlooked and ignored while Marceline gets all the attention. Marceline comforts her reinforcing that she Bubblegum is 'everything to [her], OK?'. See-Thru Princess nervously asks Marceline how long it would take to write a new 'incantation' to silence Larvo and shows Marceline a choir of children attempting to sing her old song. Marceline claims that this choir song wouldn't work as they have completely messed up the lyrics to the original and begins to play the original. However, the song was written to voice her old frustrations and anger at Bubblegum for pushing her away before they originally broke up all those years ago and would most certainly upset Bubblegum now. Bubblegum urges Marceline to go on saying that she will be fine and Marceline passionatly sings her song 'Woke Up' which causes awkwardness between the two, but Marceline consoles Bubblegum and the two watch the door of the furnace go still. The indiscrete Glassboy blurts out how he realises the song is about Bubblegum and the citizens begin to rudely laugh at her until they are all sileneced by loud banging at the furnace door by an enraged Larvo. https://preview.redd.it/tsobjku7musc1.png?width=1003&format=png&auto=webp&s=637c54c54698c85b0a6d016f7fba3069f28cdbb6 Bubblegum believes it is her time to try and summons her eagle, the Morrow, which has been following them the whole time with state-of-the-art barriers which can contain Larvo such that Marceline fails. Marceline feels disjected by this, like Bubblegum knew she would fail in the first place. Marceline laments that she might not have that old punk attitude anymore to which Bubblegum ignores her and proceeds to work on the barriers. This is very reminiscent of their original problems stemming from Bubblegum pushing her away to focus on work. Marceline becomes frustrated and leaves to find some of the passion she left behind by going to the desert where her mother had left her. Along the way she has many flashbacks and emotional reminders about her unhappy childhood and unfortunate mother. This eventually culminates in her returning to an old nuclear fall-out bunker that her mother sent her to when she was a child to survive the nuclear fallout. Marceline goes back to find the pretend friends she left that thousand years ago with boxes and cans with faces drawn on them and the skeletal bodies lying around the place. She looks over the place and notices again the blinking red light on the answering machine high on the wall that always annoyed her that she couldn't reach. She floats up there now and presses a play button that starts to play an audio message left to her by her mother a thousand years ago. Her mother explains that she didn't abandon Marceline, and that she only had to trick her to go to the bunker because she could not carry on any longer; she explains how she is proud of Marceline and hopes she can be forgiven. The message ends and Marceline sinks to the floor, crying. Finally she learns of the sacrifice that her mother made for her. As she weeps, an obnoxious Glassboy enters and attempts to rile Marceline up to restore her punk-rock anger. Glassboy sings a punk song of his own about the See-Thru Princess on a makeshift bass, however this only makes Marceline reevaluate her old ways and she instead believes she should help Bubblegum in her plan. As they leave the bunker, a large glassassin - now a mutated version of the original three - has destroyed Marceline's motorcycle. Reaching for her battleaxe/bass to deal with the beast, Marceline instantly has it ripped from her hand and is smashed to the floor by the glassassin shattering into small pieces. Obviously furiously angry with this she goes to fight the creature, before realising that she should instead be with Bubblegum and flies away towards the Glass Kingdom leaving the creature. Meanwhile back at the Glass Kingdom, Bubblegum experiments with new ways of killing the dragon Larvo, like amplifying sound waves. However, she gets her final brain wave when she manages to freeze a small glassassin in the air using her elemental powers of summoning crystalising root beer. She asks the See-Thru Princess whether she can supply the means necessary to convey a large amount of this root beer to freeze Larvo in his place. The Princess rallies her people who agreed to help Bubblegum. Ready to carry out their plan, Bubblegum and See-Thru Princess open the door to the furnace and lure Larvo down to the kingdom. See-Thru Princess is concerned that Larvo has grown to a massive size since the last attack and is now uncertain about the plan, but Bubblegum heckles Larvo, luring him down from the furnace. When Larvo stands in the correct position, See-Thru Princess shouts to the citizens to release the root beer they are holding and it all washes over Larvo in enormous qunatities. Seemingly frozen in place, they all begin to cheer. Until Larvo manages to shatter the crystalised root beer and once again wreak havoc on the kingdom, now with sharp crystalline claws and spikes. Marceline finally arrives back to the kingdom to reunite with Bubblegum, where Bubblegums stresses the urgence that she now needs to play an extra angry and sad song to defeat Larvo, but with her bass smashed and her acceptance of her previous angst, Marceline is no use in helping the kingdom. Glassboy, realising that Larvo's attacks are mainly directed at him, runs toward the furnace - with Larvo following - in an attempt to trap Larvo back in the furnace. After Glassboy, Larvo and eventually Bubblegum and Marceline are inside the furnace, the advisors from earlier (who are constantly critical and cynical of Marceline and See-Thru Princess herself) turn Bubblegum's force-field barrier on full power which not only traps them in the furnace but also destabilises the cave the furnace is in, causing it to crumble and cave-in. Trapped in the cave, believing their to be no way out, Marceline and Bubblegum address the pettiness between them on their return to the Glass Kingdom. Bubblegum apologises for her need to be validated by the people of the Glass Kingdom by showing off her inventions and ignoring Marceline and Marceline apologises for leaving Bubblegum earlier and explains the situation with her childhood and why she is reluctant to express her feelings to Bubblegum. After a happiness and acceptance has been created between them, Marceline wishes to sing Bubblegum the song she has been hiding from her for a while. She takes the makeshift bass from a now lifeless Glassboy and begins to sing 'Monster', "...I've always felt like a monsterStill trapped under the rock and rubble, Larvo begins to awaken and listen to the emotive song. It encourages a flashback of his time when he was a tapdole-like creature in the ocean with his family. It shows how the cause of Larvo's anger was the loss of his family to an ocean predator and how he was also scarred in the same way as Glassboy with a crack down the top of his face. Larvo swims into a warm jet which comes from a cave holding the furnace we later see in the episode. Larvo remains here for a long time where he grows into the powerful dragon. After Marceline finishes singing her song, she and Marceline lean in close, and the two share a passionate kiss. Larvo breaks free of the rubble, and Marceline and Bubblegum embrace expecting him to kill them, instead he flops to the floor exposing his scar which causes him to become petrified/ turned to a sort-of stone. His rock-like carapace breaks open to reveal a cute cat-butterfly looking creature which flies up surprising the two and the now slowly awakening Glassboy. Outside, before the furnace totally caves-in, See-Thru Princess confronts her advisors where she stands up for her bestfriend Glassboy and pushes them aside to turn off the barrier. The sudden power-surge of the barrier causes it to explode cleaning out the rubble and allowing those inside to escape. The cat-butterfly floats majestically out to the kingdom dazzling the citizens and causing all the glassassins to explode and release more cat-butterflies. The cat-butterflies then leave the kingdom, and Molto-Larvo is finally free. They emerge from the cave to see that See-Thru Princess has been broken in half by the explosion of the barrier. The advisors claim that she is unfit to rule but See-Thru Princess challenges this by pulling herself together and stating that Glassboy has made her aware that cracks and cuts do not make you less and that they should be celebrated. Upon hearing this, the citizens untie their bandages and reveal their own cracks which they have hidden their whole life. Even cracks on the ever-insulting advisors are revealed and they run from the embarrassement. As the citizens are apologising to Glassboy for doubting him, a distressed Simon Petrikov rides up to the furnace on horseback towing a large caravan. He shouts that he has brought help and the caravan opens, trailing out banana guards and an older and more mature looking Finn the human (and Bronwyn, Jake's grandaughter) who are ready to defeat the already-dealt-with Larvo. See-Thru Princess asks if these are Bubblegum's people and she proudly responds yes. All the citizens of the kingdom, Marceline, Bubblegum, See-Thru Princess, Glassboy, Simon, Bronwyn and Finn, even the cat-butterflies, go to the Glass Palace to celebrate where they are seen dancing together. Bubblegum and Marceline are happy to be dancing together and Marceline says she has a lot more sappy songs she wants to sing to Bubblegum, who says she has always loved her music. The episode ends with a flashback of Marceline giving Bubblegum the infamous rock-shirt seen in the main series at one of her gigs. Marceline winks at Bubblegum and she blushes. https://preview.redd.it/610n7bq9musc1.png?width=1918&format=png&auto=webp&s=5da8a54de13c6a663f59e5cdc58ea2c35c018c17 [*1] - At first glance, it may seem like Obsidian can happen anytime after the events of Come Along With Me - popularly ~15/20 years - but we can now infer from Fionna + Cake that Obsidian must be between 1000 A.M.W (time frame of CAWM) and 1012 A.M.W (time frame of F+C). I choose to take the end of this gap of time due to the physical development of Finn whom we see at the end of the episode with darker hair, a beard, deeper voice, talle more muscular stature etc. which definately implies he is well into his twenties. The statement that F+C takes place 12 years after CAWM is not fact and I have said this number due to an exchange in episode one of F+C, 'Fionna Campbell', which goes as follows: (Fionna is giving a history tour to people on a coach and goes past a landmark)The camera work and subtle importance of this seems to suggest that a statue of Betty was mysteriously placed in the city gardens twelve years ago following Betty's real life 'death'. But this is just speculation... [*2] - We know from 'Together Again' (DLe3) that Peppermint Butler, now possibly 'Princess Butler', is now soverign of the Candy Kingdom after Princess Bubblegum steps down. [*3] - This, and all the details of it, was discussed in part 1 of my narrative in the 'The Great Mushroom War and Aftermath' section. FIONNA + CAKE !- 1012 A.M.W ('Simon Petrikov' (F+Cs1e2)) : A couple years (or months) after the events of Obsidian we meet Marceline once again. Luckily, Marceline seems to have retained that blossoming relationship with Princess Bubblegum and even a healthy friendship with Simon Petrikov now that he is back to human, pre-magic, form.Unbeknownst to Marceline however, Simon has been slowly spiralling back into sadness and madness as he no longer feels like he has a place in this new Land of Ooo; He feels that the world has become too magic and mythic for an old human man to fit in - even the actual humans from the Islands seem too far detached from himself. Simon seems to frequent Dirtbeer Guy's Tavern more and more until a grown-up Finn and TV \*4]) catch him in there one day. Finn recognises that Simon needs help and, as he hates to see a friend in anguish, takes Simon on an adventure to the 'Heart of the Forest' to clear his mind. After the adventure, Simon is overwhelmed by it all and lies to Finn that he feels better and should go back home. Simon walks through part of the forest and notices all the little fantastical creatures and feels even more alone. Miserable, Simon calls Marceline. He is greeted on the phone by loud laughter and shouting while her and Bubblegum are getting matching tattoos. Simon wishes to talk to Marceline properly, but it's awkward when Marceline is having too much fun to even hear Simon. Simon says he is fine and hangs up the phone. Later that day, Simon returns to his home and performs a dark ritual which incites the events of Fionna and Cake. Unfortunately, this is all we see of our Marceline during Fionna and Cake... who, through no fault of her own, doesn't realise how trapped and alone her friend is which causes him to seek out the only person who could make him feel accepted and happy again - one which is a slave to a cosmic power much greater than himself. [*4] - Jake's son, as you recall. It seems that Finn, after Jake's death, has been trying his best to cultivate a relationship with Jake's children whom he didn't interact with as much as he should have during the course of Adventure Time. 1000 +Not much is known of what happened to Marceline after the events of Fionna and Cake, but we do in fact see her alive and well one thousand years in the future; we see Marceline in a very fleeting glimpse in the opening sequence to Come Along With Me (all happens in ~1 second).In the sequence we see a hooded figure, equipped with camping/ hiking gear, riding a stone duck-like creature. The figure is surveying the new wasteland-like Ice Kingdom ruled over by the Ice Thing with a telescope. It is my belief that this is Marceline. The stone duck the figure is riding is very reminiscent/identical to the one we see in 'Evicted' which was her debut episode, the telescope the figure is using - if you look really closely at one frame - has the initials 'M.A.' carved in the side. Marceline Abadeer. https://preview.redd.it/nsfboq5cmusc1.png?width=1111&format=png&auto=webp&s=67887c772d25ea1326e676134868cfeaf626b671 What is Marceline doing in the new Ice Kingdom, also given the Ice Thing is a derranged creature who probably would not hesitate to kill her? Well for that you will have to look slightly earlier in the same intro sequence. At the very beginning we see a prison cell; a prison cell carved inside of a massive chunk of ice. There are two hands holding onto the bars of the cell. Two pink hands... This is Princess Bubblegum who has been captured by the Ice Thing in a manner similar to the Ice King before him. When Gunter wished to become Ice King in Come Along With Me, it's very plausible that Gunter inherited that strange desire to kidnap princesses - especially Princess Bubblegum. https://preview.redd.it/pido0jtdmusc1.png?width=1920&format=png&auto=webp&s=3d02ae1c639596488ae19059dc452a00a42749a8 Some things are just destined to repeat over and over again in the land of Adventure Time. Everything stays... ALTERNATE AND NON-CANON REALITIES:So far, Fionna and Cake and that sequence from Come Along With Me are the last we see of Marceline. However, there are other versions of our Marceline in alternate universes that we can explore and also some non-canon continuations of Marceline's story from comics.NON-CANON FUTURES:- 1001/1002 A.M.W ('Marcy & Simon' comic series) : A year or two after the events of Come Along With Me, Simon and Marceline go on an 'apology tour' to make amends for all that Ice King did while he was controlled by the crown; they apologise to all the princesses he kidnapped, all the helpless beings he harassed and froze, etc. He travels across Ooo with Marceline, along with Finn and Jake, to fix the trouble he has caused... until he makes an error apologising to LSP where he apologises for kidnapping her despite never doing such a thing. After Marceline calls him out for forgetting it, Simon is suddenly surprised to see her. He exclaims that she has grown up well, that he doesn't know an LSP and doesn't remember Finn or Jake and just calls Jake 'dog'. When they take Simon back to Marceline's place where they realise that all his Ice King experiences and memories are fading as the crown was removed.After Bubblegum realises she needs the rest of the crown to restore Simon's memories, Marceline, Finn and Jake go to the new Ice Kingdom in order to bring the Ice Thing into Bubblegum's lab for experimentation. The Ice Thing agrees after being moved to tears by a video of the Ice King and they go to the lab. Bubblegum straps Simon and Ice Thing into a large machine in order to extract the Crown's memories of Simon and implant them back into Simon. The machine is switched on and draws an immense amount of power which only managaes to extract the data from the Crown of Simon - but could not implant it back into Simon - so they must find a new way to implant the memories back into Simon. Just then Peppermint Butler (still in his baby form from Come Along With Me) chimes in, he suggests that they use the powers of dark magic to restore Simon's memories and for that they would need to consult the ultimate dark magic user - Hunson Abadeer who stills resides in the depths of the hellish Nightosphere... Issue #3 of 6 starts with the gang (bar Princess Bubblegum) opening the Nightosphere portal and delving into the depths of hell. They travel through the Nightosphere in a very similar way to 'Return to the Nightosphere' (s4e5), all the while Simon still struggles to hold onto his memory and everyone apart from Marceline\*5]) becomes a more and more distant memory. They reach the Nightosphere Palace where Hunson resides and Hunson in typical fashion becomes way too excited by the whole thing and harasses each of the group, especially Marceline when he asks whether Simon is her new 'skinny boyfriend'. Marceline is annoyed and explains that they are there to save Simon's memories - to which Hunson says he already knows the whole thing as he is all-knowing. Hunson enlists Peppermint Butler to help him restore Simon's memories with the data in the floppy disk they brought with them. While they get started, Simon chats with Marceline about the whole thing claiming that Hunson doesn't seem so bad to him and that she should take it easy on him, while Marceline sets him straight; Marceline says that Simon cannot understand and that he is genuinely evil and also that any attempt to help them is just a part of some larger selfish scheme of his. Back in the Palace, Hunson is looking through all the data from the floppy disk with the help of his VR set-up. He watches through several wearers of the Crown, like Santa Claus, and eventually Simon whom he watches closely. He begins to watch Simon meet Marceline and become her guardian. He becomes angry that Marceline loves Simon like a father and do many father-daughter things together. He watches the time Simon summons Hunson to watch over Marceline - which he forgot about \*6]). He becomes furious at the fact Marceline still thinks of him as a father figure. Hunson decides to sabotage the ritual by adding a 'character curse' to Simon in the process which causes Simon to now have two distinct personalities which he jarringly switches between - Simon and the Ice King. Issue #4 begins with Marceline, Simon, Jake and Finn leaving the Nightosphere after realising they have again been tricked by Hunson to try to find a way to undo the curse Hunson has put on Simon. Bubblegum creates a chip which, along with BMO recording everything Simon/Ice King does, will implant all of Ice King's behaviour into Simon's brain as it happens. Frustrated and disheartened by the whole experience of him becoming Ice King once again, Simon goes outside and writes a letter to Betty - still trapped within GOLB's body. He believes that he has failed Betty and her sacrifice for him is being undone. He says that he could never truly be free until she has been freed from GOLB herself. He says he will find her... or die trying. The rest of the group also come to the same conclusion that Betty must be their only chance to save Simon and they plan to travel the multiverse to free her. The team prepare, with Bubblegum creating a device that allows communication between universes and also creating a sword for Finn that allows them to jump between the universes by slicing holes in spacetime (since the sword is forged from 'every known element from each dimension'). https://preview.redd.it/7ipqqnogmusc1.png?width=386&format=png&auto=webp&s=8c7ce15c45b72d7b6bba13e2a5b880de5789844f After she sends the others away, Bubblegum has a private word with Marceline. Bubblegum explains that the longer Simon stays Ice King, the more and more lost his mind becomes and the harder it is for him to switch back to Simon. To moniter this, there is an app programmed onto BMO to display the stability of Simon's mind. Once the meter display goes into the red, Simon is lost forever. After Marceline's shock, the group decide it's now or never and Finn opens a tear into the fabric of reality and the group (apart from Bubblegum who stays behind) jump into the tear. They land in the crystal dimension first of all at the top of issue #5 and they begin to track the coordinates of the 'center of choas' in that dimension since GOLB is the embodiment of choas - it is only natural for this to be the most likely place he resides. Jake leads them to Lady Rainicorn's parents' house where they enter a strange mineshaft accessible via a crack in the house that just appeared from an earthquake. The mineshaft is populated by dogs who believe that Finn is in possession of the 'Lost Crystal Cutlass' and hunt him down. Taking no chances, Finn opens a portal to the next dimension. Next, in the Pillow dimension, Finn has to slay a monstrous pillow yeti before they can continue. However, the group quickly realises time runs faster here and they all start to age much more rapidly. The meter monitering Simon's mental health also accelerates so the gang quickly moves on to the next dimension. \*7]) After the group tries and fails a bunch of times to locate GOLB, they travel to Mars (probably an alternate version of Mars), where they find King Man (formerly Magic Man) alone on the planet. King Man explains that all the martians left due to earthquakes on the planet which has unleashed a horrible stench from beneath the surface. King Man explains how his lack of magic has caused nothing but problems for him and his people and asks Jake to trade his sack of food he is carrying for his 'sack of magic' he no longer has use for. They agree, hoping to find something to aid them finding GOLB, however King Man reveals this is a trick and runs away. He is immediately caught and they retrieve the magic sack. Simon, for the time being as Ice King, finds an odd cube which is suspiciously shaped like Prismo's timeroom. They unlock is by inserting another cube-like key \*8]) and are transported to the timeroom for issue #6 to conclude. The group stand surrounded by gods and mortals like Prismo, Party God, Party Pat, etc. in the throws of a hectic party in the timeroom. The party is abruptly ended and Ice King wants to make his wish - for a beautiful princess wife, of course. However, he is beaten up by Finn and Jake and restrained before he can ruin the group's one wish. Marceline then tries wishing Simon 'back to normal' however Prismo advises that this is a very broad wish and that their 'normal' is not necessarily the normal the multiverse has in mind. Prismo realises that they must want to go to GOLB to save Betty and shows them GOLB on a screen in the timeroom. Marceline tells Ice King that he must kiss her to undo the curse put on him to which Ice King refuses (can't disagree with him there), but BMO explains to him that Betty is like a princess that has been turned into a frog like in the fairytales and that she needs a hero to save her with a kiss. Hearing himself being called a hero, Ice King agrees. After some debate on where 'there' is, they ask Prismo to take them to GOLB to which he agrees. Finn's sword glows black from this wish and Prismo ushes them to the 'Anti-Verse' where GOLB awaits... The group find themselves in nothingness... just a lonely void - a perfect hiding spot for Betty to hide GOLB from the rest of the multiverse. Princess Bubblegum contacts Marceline to tell her that Simon could not survive another persona shift and that they must act now to save Betty. They find GOLB/Betty floating in the blackness, and Simon reaches out to Betty who starts to speak through GOLB. Panicking from the recent alarm, Marceline ushers Simon to kiss Betty and they do. This powerful kiss seems to instantly cure Simon's curse and Simon asks how they are supposed to leave together when she is still trapped in GOLB. Betty tells him to start weakening GOLB's body while she buys some time for them, however, GOLB becomes aware of this and smacks Marceline away knocking her out. GOLB then creates a forcefield around himself which Betty cannot control. The team begin to fight GOLB, with Finn stabbing GOLB in the tongue and Jake trying to tie GOLB up. Marceline also wakes up and she and Jake shape-shift into bats to fight GOLB. GOLB is too powerful for all of this and easily defends their attacks. Just as it seems impossible that the group can escape, out of nowhere, Hunson (who has been spying on the group the whole time with Peppermint Butler) enters the Anti-Verse and sucks Betty out of GOLB. Hunson gives a stern telling-off to GOLB and then procedes to punch GOLB in the face which knocks him out (!?). Hunson brings the group back to the Nightosphere where they meet up with Peppermint Butler and Princess Bubblegum. Bubblegum finally meets Hunson and thanks him for saving them. Hunson transforms Peppermint Butler into his adult form and the group all get together to enjoy a meal. The comic series ends on a picture of the group all together having a toast to love, memories, adventure, science and kicking GOLB's ass. https://preview.redd.it/sgwodlaimusc1.png?width=628&format=png&auto=webp&s=18e957457cee54a47616f9eb85720178839c90fe Although this has been proven non-canon, it was a fairly decent read and basically a lite version of the Fionna and Cake series. However, in my opinion Fionna and Cake did it better (and is also proven canon for the series). [*5] - He remembers Marceline since his time with her stretched back to before the crown took over his mind. He met Finn, Jake, Bubblegum, etc after he turned to the Ice King - the memories of whom are slowly vanishing. [*6] - We eventually see that Hunson did indeed come to his senses and go back to Ooo to see his child. Seen in the episode 'Marcy and Hunson' (s10e7) [*7] - The weird nature of time seen in the pillow dimension has been seen before in 'Puhoy' (s5e16) when Finn travels here through a dream and he lives out a whole life while only tens of minutes have passed in the real world. Also in the same episode, Finn very briefly interacts with GOLB while exiting the pillow world which opens a whole can of worms of speculation but reinforces the comic's idea that GOLB resides wherever there is choas. [*8] - They retrieve this cube-like key randomly on pillow world. ALTERNATE REALITIES:FARMWORLD UNIVERSE:- 0 997 A.M.W ('Finn the Human', 'Jake the Dog' (s5e1/e2), 'Crossover' (s7e23)) : In a desperate attempt to undo the Lich's ultimate act of destruction - making all life across the universe completely extinct - Finn makes a wish to Prismo within the Time Room; Finn wishes that the Lich never existed. In an instant he is transported to an alternate reality known as 'Farmworld'- a world devoid of all magic and (most of the) fantasy.In Farmworld, there is still the Great Mushroom War in 0 A.M.W. Within this archaic reality also exists a version of Marceline. However, rather than meeting after the war, Marceline and Simon Petrikov become friends beforehand, and Marceline is able to assist Simon in his battle with the Crown. He remains sane enough to actually stop the bomb using his ice powers. Unfortunately he is crushed to death under the weight of the frozen bomb, and the Crown grieves its fallen master by plunging the world into an apocalyptic ice age.\*9]) Marceline never becomes a vampire and therefore ages into an old woman, but is kept alive for the next thousand years by her demon physiology. She guards the Crown and Simon's now skeletal body, all while hearing the echoes of his voice which should of vanished hundreds of years previously. Flashforward to 'present day' (from 'Finn the Human' episode) of 997 A.M.W, Finn Mertins, born to his biological parents in a medieval town of 'Junk Town', is forced to sell his mule Bartram to generate some money for his poor family to pay off a debt to the cruel 'Destiny Gang'. However, Finn is reluctant to sell the mule he has lived with for years. On his way to market, Finn discovers a small underground cave. Here he discovers Marceline and steals the Crown, hoping he can sell it and avoid having to sell Bartram. However, Big Destiny, leader of the Destiny Gang, refuses to allow the debt to be paid off and instead burns Junk Town and the Mertens household down. Despite cries of Marceline telling him not to, Finn uses the power of the Crown to attack Destiny Gang and save his family. His actions accidentally lead to the thawing of the Mushroom Bomb. It detonates, killing Marceline and many other humans, and releasing The Lich despite the original wish. https://preview.redd.it/a9jv0holmusc1.png?width=1919&format=png&auto=webp&s=45a3b870be7d9859730113c24a6884757a42e35a [*9] - Also due to this, and possibly other reasons, the Blue Catalyst Comet misses the Earth and never delivers the spirit of the hero which is believed to be instilled in Finn (possibly why Farmworld Finn could not actually defeat the Lich within Farmworld). THE STAR:- 4 1012 A.M.W ('The Star' (F+Ce7)) : The Star's dimension is one visited by Simon, Fionna and Cake during Simon's mission to both escape the Scarab (a cosmic deity tasked with hunting down any multiversal anomalies) and find the infamous Betty, still fused with GOLB.Star's dimension is visited by the trio and is a reality in which Simon Petrikov was killed by vampires, and where Marceline was instead raised by the Vampire King under the name of 'The Star'. As of around 1012 A.M.W (when the trio arrive in this dimension) she is the only surviving member of the Vampire Court aside from the King himself, plus a multitude of mindless henchmen. After over a thousand years, human blood is finally beginning to run a little dry, and the reign of the vampires is not set to last much longer. The only remaining beings that are not vampires have formed a rag-tag militia, complete with a tank and a myriad of weapons, determined to exterminate the vampires. The Star's arch rival is an alternate version of Princess Bubblegum; the leader of this survivalist movement with a self-repairing battle-tank (which actually is an alternate version of Peppermint Butler). Accompanying her are Martin Mertens (who would normally be Finn's biological father, but in this universe has no children) and a human version of Huntress Wizard. Together with Simon, Fionna and Cake, Bubblegum leads an attack on the vampire hive. Simon, Fionna and Cake agree to help the team as it is benefitial for both of them, the trio gets the Crown they need to restore Fionna and Cake's world and the survivalists kill the vampires. However, this is no easy task, since the Vampire King himself is in possession of the Crown who is using it to keep the world in a state of permanent darkness so they are not burned by the Sun. No easy task is an understatement. The attack is unsuccessful. The Star kills Martin, sucking his soul and then his blood before he even gets a chance to attack, and the tank is smashed up. The Star returns to the hive and nonetheless, the group has to push on. The group plan to plant many drops of garlic bombs in the hive to lure out the vampires into the open air, and then Huntress Wizard would shoot the Crown off Vampire King's head to reveal the Sun from beyond the clouds to vaporise the vampires. After the bombs go off, they await the Sun to appear, however, the Vampire King emerges with Huntress Wizard's corpse in hand, filled with arrows. A last-ditch battle begins between the factions all the while Cake tries to retrieve the Crown from Vampire King's head. After a close call, Simon teleports the trio out using their universe hopping device, leaving Bubblegum alone to fight the horde... Bubblegum and The Star, their fates inseparably and forever connected even when they are sworn enemies, fall from the top of the hive and plummet to their death together - The Star: "If you poof me, you'll die too!"They die in each other's hateful embrace. https://preview.redd.it/rr77gugnmusc1.png?width=1173&format=png&auto=webp&s=9c2ded8d5f69227a3f69bf68757f8b7a6f761198 Once again, thank you for reading and sorry for the long wait on this one. As always, any corrections or suggestions are welcome to be commented. |