The desire to add something valuable to life is a deeply human aspiration. We all want to make a positive impact on the world and leave behind a legacy that will be remembered long after we're gone. It's a natural and noble desire, and it's something that can give our lives meaning and purpose.
But there's also a flip side to this desire. When we feel that we haven't lived up to our potential or that we haven't made a significant contribution to the world, it can be a source of deep desperation and regret. This is especially true when we near the end of our lives and realize that time is running out.
Chris Johnson was exactly in the same situation and he was desperate to do something about it.
***
The man was sitting in the doctor's office, feeling a sense of dread wash over him. He had been experiencing unexplainable fatigue and pain for weeks, and he finally decided to see a doctor. However, the news he received was not what he expected.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Johnson," the doctor said, his voice somber. "We found that you have cancer, and it's in its late stages. Unfortunately, there's nothing we can do."
Chris felt his heart drop to his stomach. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He was only in his early forties, and the thought of his life being cut short was too much to bear.
"How long do I have?" he asked, his voice trembling.
The doctor hesitated before answering. "I'm sorry to say this, but you only have about six months."
Chris felt like the room was spinning. He couldn't believe that he had only six months left to live.
He stood up, feeling a sense of numbness wash over him, and left the doctor's office without saying another word.
As he walked outside, the world seemed to be moving in slow motion. He couldn't help but think about everything he still wanted to do with his life. He had dreams of traveling the world, starting a family, and making a difference in the world. But now, all of that seemed impossible.
He got into his car and drove home, feeling lost and alone. When he finally arrived, he sat on the couch, trying to make sense of what had just happened.
"I have cancer," he whispered to himself, tears streaming down his face. "I have cancer."
Chris had always been ambitious and hardworking. He had started his own business when he was only twenty-five, and over the years, he had worked tirelessly to make it successful. He had amassed a great deal of wealth, but despite all of his accomplishments, he still felt like something was missing.
He just couldn't shake off the feeling that he hadn't contributed anything of real value to the world. He had spent his life chasing success and wealth, but he didn't feel like he had made a meaningful impact on anyone's life.
As he was sitting in his luxurious home, surrounded by all the trappings of wealth and success, he felt an overwhelming sense of emptiness. He realized that all of his material possessions couldn't fill the void that he felt in his heart.
"I have everything," he said to himself, looking around the room. "But what have I really accomplished? What have I done that is truly valuable?"
He knew that he had to do something to change the way he felt. He had to find a way to make a real difference in the world, to contribute something of value that would outlast him.
The following day, a heavy burden weighed on Chris's heart. He knew he had only six months left to live, and he was desperate to make the most of the time he had left. He decided to go for a walk in the nearby park to clear his head and to seek solace in the beauty of nature. The morning sun cast warm, golden rays on the city, and the scent of fresh dew on the grass greeted him as he stepped out of his home.
As Chris walked, he took in the vivid details of the world around him. The vibrant petals of the flowers danced gently in the breeze, and the leaves of the towering oak trees rustled softly above. He listened to the melodic chirping of the birds and the distant laughter of children playing in the park. Every sensation seemed more intense, as if he was experiencing them for the first time.
Lost in his thoughts, Chris approached the edge of the park. He hesitated for a moment, savoring the anticipation of stepping into the serene haven that awaited him. Suddenly, a powerful engine roared in the distance, and a car came careening around the bend at an alarming speed.
The world seemed to move in slow motion as the car hurtled towards Chris. The horrified expressions of the pedestrians etched into his mind as they shouted in warning. In an instant, the car slammed into him, throwing him onto the unforgiving pavement with a sickening thud.
Gasps of shock and fear filled the air as the pedestrians rushed to Chris's side. The driver, with wide eyes and trembling hands, stumbled out of the car, mumbling apologies and pleading for forgiveness. But for Chris, everything faded to black as the pain enveloped him, and he slipped into unconsciousness.
When he opened his eyes, he could feel pain but it was mild. He slowly stood up, and carefully examined himself, expecting to find injuries, but to his surprise, his body was unscathed. A wave of relief washed over him as he realized he had somehow escaped the terrible accident.
The driver, unable to make sense of the situation, stammered out an apology.
"Oh, my God! Are you okay? I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there!" the driver exclaimed, his voice trembling with fear and guilt.
Chris, still in disbelief, replied, "I... I think I'm fine. I don't know how, but I'm not hurt."
The driver, relieved but still puzzled, agreed. "I'm just glad you're alright." With that, the driver returned to his car, and the crowd dispersed, still murmuring about the event they had just witnessed.
As Chris resumed his walk, something was odd. The street around him somehow had changed.
The city was full of colour and energy. Bright posters and graffiti decorated the walls, while gleaming convertibles cruised down the roads. Bicyclists zipped through traffic, while pedestrians were walking around with enthusiasm and purpose.
The streets were lined with colorful, graffiti-covered walls, brick buildings, and bustling shops. There was a variety of vehicles ranging from old classic cars to the newest models. Strains of all genres of music echoed in the air from passing cars and speakers mounted on corners.
The streets were alive with people of all ages, sizes, and backgrounds. The men and women were wearing brightly-colored clothes and hairstyles. On the sidewalks, old-fashioned metal boomboxes played a variety of music from rap to disco. The buildings were a mix of classic brick and modern glass, with neon signs highlighting the night sky.
Strains of laughter and conversations could be heard from storefronts, while street vendors peddled their wares in an enthusiastic chorus. The quiet hum of traffic blended with the sounds of sirens and honking horns. Faint music permeated the atmosphere, reverberating off the walls and buildings in a steady rhythm.
It wasn’t his city. He was somewhere else.
As he looked around, he noticed a quaint newsstand nestled between two towering oak trees. The scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, drawing him closer. An old-fashioned bell chimed as he approached, announcing his presence to the vendor.
The newspaper displayed on the counter caught his eye, and Chris felt a shiver run down his spine. The date on the paper read May 25, 1983. He picked up the paper and scanned the headlines, finding that they all aligned with events from that era.
PRESIDENT REAGAN PROPOSES 'STAR WARS' MISSILE DEFENSE SYSTEM
BREAKTHROUGH IN TECHNOLOGY: THE FIRST MOBILE PHONE CALL MADE
LEBANON'S CIVIL WAR CONTINUES TO ESCALATE"
RECORD UNEMPLOYMENT RATE: US ECONOMY FACES STAGNATION"
SALLY RIDE PREPARES FOR HISTORIC SPACE FLIGHT AS FIRST AMERICAN WOMAN ASTRONAUT"
ATARI UNLEASHES 'STAR WARS' ARCADE GAME, BECOMES INSTANT HIT"
FLASHDANCE FEVER: THE BOX OFFICE HIT TAKES AMERICA BY STORM"
Confused and alarmed, Chris wondered if he had somehow traveled back in time.
The vendor, a gruff middle-aged man with a bushy mustache, eyed Chris with suspicion. "You gonna buy that paper or just stand there gawking at it?" he asked, his voice dripping with impatience.
Chris hesitated, still trying to process the situation. "Uh, sure," he replied, reaching into his pocket to pull out the appropriate amount of money. He handed the bills to the vendor, who immediately scoffed.
"What kind of joke is this?" the vendor barked, holding up the money with disdain. "This ain't real money! The date says 2020! You trying to scam me, kid?"
Chris stammered his confusion mounting. "No, I promise, I don't know what's going on. This is the money I have."
The vendor glared at him, clearly not convinced. "Well, you can't buy anything with this whatever fake shit you gave me. Now, either pay up with the real stuff or get out of here!"
Feeling defeated and disoriented, Chris decided it was best to leave the newsstand. "Sorry for the confusion," he mumbled, placing the newspaper back on the counter and walking away.
As Chris wandered the streets, now he was more confident that he had been transported back in time. The people around him wore clothing styles from the 1980s, and the cars that drove past were all models from that era. He felt as if he had stepped into a different world, one that was simultaneously familiar and alien.
Desperate for answers, Chris approached a passerby, a friendly-looking woman in her 30s. "Excuse me, ma'am," he said, trying to sound as calm as possible. "I know this might sound strange, but could you tell me today's date?"
The woman looked at him quizzically but answered with a warm smile. "Of course, dear. It's May 25, 1983. Is everything alright?"
Chris felt his heart sink, realizing that he had indeed traveled back in time. "Yes, thank you," he replied, his voice shaky. "I'm just a bit disoriented, that's all."
As Chris continued his journey through the past, he couldn't help but wonder how and why he had been transported to this time. He was determined to uncover the truth and find a way back to his own time, all while grappling with the reality that he had been given an extraordinary opportunity to experience a different era firsthand.
"Are you looking for something, Mister?" a curious child asked, sitting on his bicycle with wide, inquisitive eyes.
Chris, still lost in his thoughts about the miraculous incident, turned to the child and offered him a gentle smile. "Well, not exactly," Chris replied, still trying to process the events that had just unfolded. "I just experienced something incredible, and I'm trying to make sense of it all."
The child's curiosity grew, and he propped his bicycle against a nearby tree before sitting down beside Chris on the park bench. "What happened?" he asked, his eyes filled with wonder.
Chris hesitated for a moment before deciding to share his story. "I was walking to the park when a car came speeding towards me. It hit me, but somehow, I wasn't hurt at all. I don't understand how, but it feels like a miracle."
The child's eyes widened with amazement. "Wow, that sounds incredible! Maybe you have a guardian angel watching over you, or maybe you're just really lucky!"
Chris chuckled at the child's enthusiasm. "Maybe so. Either way, it's made me realize how important it is to cherish every moment of our lives. You know kid, life is a gift, and we should make the most of it."
The boy smiled, touched by the Chris’s wisdom. "You are right. When I grew up, I want to be a lawyer and protect the innocent. I think that will be a good way to make the most out of my time."
The child stood up and retrieved his bicycle. "I'm going to remember what you have said Mister, and try to live my life to the fullest too! I am Alex by the way," he said and with a determined expression and a wave, the young boy pedaled away, leaving Chris with a newfound sense of gratitude.
As Chris treaded further into the park, a sense of serenity engulfed him. He had no clue how he arrived at this place, yet it didn't faze him. All that mattered was that peaceful energy surrounding him. He plopped down on a nearby bench. Across from him, four boys were playing football near a wide lawn, throwing short passes under the watchful eyes of their parents and siblings who cheered them on. The grass rippled like a lush carpet being blown by a summer breeze, running from one goal to another. Overhead, clouds drifted through an endless blue sky as birds flapped their wings above them. Chris leaned back and soaked in all the sights around him.
But as he was sitting there quietly, his face was suddenly met with an airborne ball that connected with his skull. Then, everything faded to black.
Chris' eyes blinked open to find himself lying in a hospital bed. He glanced around the room, taking in the medical equipment surrounding him. He was in bad shape, and he wondered how he had got there. He wished he could go back to where he had been before waking up, then remembered his accident and realized travelling back in time must have been just a hallucination.
As Chris woke up, he tried to sit up, but the pain was excruciating. Then, as he attempted to move his legs, he realized with horror that he couldn't feel them. Panic set in as he tried to move them again, but nothing happened. Just then, the door opened with a loud creak, and a doctor walked in.
"Ah, Mr. Johnson, I'm glad to see you're awake," the doctor said, glancing at Chris's chart.
"You were in a car accident and suffered a spinal injury, but we were able to perform surgery and stabilize your spine. The bad news is however…"
“That I can't move my legs," Chris finished the sentence, his voice shaky with fear.
“This is what I was afraid of,” the doctor said as he touched Chris's legs.
"Can you feel it?" Chris tried to move them again, but there was nothing.
"No, nothing. Is it permanent?" he asked, his heart racing with dread.
"I am sorry to tell you, but the nerve damage is so serious that I'm not sure you will ever be able to move your legs again," the doctor replied gravely.
Chris's heart sank as he heard the news. He couldn't believe this was happening to him. "What am I going to do now?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
"I have cancer, and I only have six months to live. How am I supposed to contribute to the world without working legs?"
The doctor looked at him with sympathy.
"I understand and I have seen your medical history. I am really sorry that you are in this situation, but it's important that you follow our instructions and allow your body to heal. Even moving around too much in bed could cause further injury or delay your recovery."
Chris felt frustrated and helpless.
"If I were healthy, I would probably kill the driver," he said, his voice full of anger.
The doctor patted him on the shoulder. "I understand that. We'll help you as much as we can, Mr. Johnson. For now, you will need to stay in bed for a while longer to allow your body to heal. Moving forward, we will make sure you have everything you need to be comfortable, including a wheelchair if necessary." Chris sighed, realizing that he had no choice but to listen to the doctor's advice.
“Oh and there is a man here who would like to talk to you,” the doctor said and left the room leaving Chris there in bed with his thoughts and his uncertain future.
A man wearing a sharp suit walked through the door. His sharp suit was pressed. The fancy clothes and haughty stare almost made Chris laugh—this guy didn't look like the kind of person who could help him out. He must have been some politician.
The man introduced himself as Alex Davis.
"I heard about your accident and I wanted to offer my legal services," Alex said, sitting down in a chair next to Chris's bed.
Chris was surprised but intrigued. "Legal services? What do you mean?"
"If you choose to sue, you could potentially receive financial compensation for your medical bills, lost wages, and pain and suffering. The driver was under the influence of drugs. As for his ability to pay, there are legal options we can explore to make sure you receive the compensation you deserve."
"But as you see, I only have limited time here. There’s no point in suing the driver. With a wheelchair or without it, my life ends soon. Even with your kindness, we can hardly make my life any better.”
“Mr Johnson, I understand that but I became a lawyer because I want to make a positive impact on people’s lives. Someone once told me how important it to cherish every moment of our lives. Life is a gift and we should make the most out of it. Don’t just let it go. Not yet.”
Chris was taken aback when he realized that the words coming out of the boy's mouth were the same as he had said earlier.
“It wasn’t a dream,” he murmured.
“I’m sorry?”
“Nothing, boy. I am all right. It seems I have done something valuable.”
All he could say was this and he could now die in peace.
More

The desire to add something valuable to life is a deeply human aspiration. We all want to make a positive impact on the world and leave behind a legacy that will be remembered long after we're gone. It's a natural and noble desire, and it's something that can give our lives meaning and purpose.
But there's also a flip side to this desire. When we feel that we haven't lived up to our potential or that we haven't made a significant contribution to the world, it can be a source of deep desperation and regret. This is especially true when we near the end of our lives and realize that time is running out.
Chris Johnson was exactly in the same situation and he was desperate to do something about it.
***
The man was sitting in the doctor's office, feeling a sense of dread wash over him. He had been experiencing unexplainable fatigue and pain for weeks, and he finally decided to see a doctor. However, the news he received was not what he expected.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Johnson," the doctor said, his voice somber. "We found that you have cancer, and it's in its late stages. Unfortunately, there's nothing we can do."
Chris felt his heart drop to his stomach. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He was only in his early forties, and the thought of his life being cut short was too much to bear.
"How long do I have?" he asked, his voice trembling.
The doctor hesitated before answering. "I'm sorry to say this, but you only have about six months."
Chris felt like the room was spinning. He couldn't believe that he had only six months left to live.
He stood up, feeling a sense of numbness wash over him, and left the doctor's office without saying another word.
As he walked outside, the world seemed to be moving in slow motion. He couldn't help but think about everything he still wanted to do with his life. He had dreams of traveling the world, starting a family, and making a difference in the world. But now, all of that seemed impossible.
He got into his car and drove home, feeling lost and alone. When he finally arrived, he sat on the couch, trying to make sense of what had just happened.
"I have cancer," he whispered to himself, tears streaming down his face. "I have cancer."
Chris had always been ambitious and hardworking. He had started his own business when he was only twenty-five, and over the years, he had worked tirelessly to make it successful. He had amassed a great deal of wealth, but despite all of his accomplishments, he still felt like something was missing.
He just couldn't shake off the feeling that he hadn't contributed anything of real value to the world. He had spent his life chasing success and wealth, but he didn't feel like he had made a meaningful impact on anyone's life.
As he was sitting in his luxurious home, surrounded by all the trappings of wealth and success, he felt an overwhelming sense of emptiness. He realized that all of his material possessions couldn't fill the void that he felt in his heart.
"I have everything," he said to himself, looking around the room. "But what have I really accomplished? What have I done that is truly valuable?"
He knew that he had to do something to change the way he felt. He had to find a way to make a real difference in the world, to contribute something of value that would outlast him.
The following day, a heavy burden weighed on Chris's heart. He knew he had only six months left to live, and he was desperate to make the most of the time he had left. He decided to go for a walk in the nearby park to clear his head and to seek solace in the beauty of nature. The morning sun cast warm, golden rays on the city, and the scent of fresh dew on the grass greeted him as he stepped out of his home.
As Chris walked, he took in the vivid details of the world around him. The vibrant petals of the flowers danced gently in the breeze, and the leaves of the towering oak trees rustled softly above. He listened to the melodic chirping of the birds and the distant laughter of children playing in the park. Every sensation seemed more intense, as if he was experiencing them for the first time.
Lost in his thoughts, Chris approached the edge of the park. He hesitated for a moment, savoring the anticipation of stepping into the serene haven that awaited him. Suddenly, a powerful engine roared in the distance, and a car came careening around the bend at an alarming speed.
The world seemed to move in slow motion as the car hurtled towards Chris. The horrified expressions of the pedestrians etched into his mind as they shouted in warning. In an instant, the car slammed into him, throwing him onto the unforgiving pavement with a sickening thud.
Gasps of shock and fear filled the air as the pedestrians rushed to Chris's side. The driver, with wide eyes and trembling hands, stumbled out of the car, mumbling apologies and pleading for forgiveness. But for Chris, everything faded to black as the pain enveloped him, and he slipped into unconsciousness.
When he opened his eyes, he could feel pain but it was mild. He slowly stood up, and carefully examined himself, expecting to find injuries, but to his surprise, his body was unscathed. A wave of relief washed over him as he realized he had somehow escaped the terrible accident.
The driver, unable to make sense of the situation, stammered out an apology.
"Oh, my God! Are you okay? I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there!" the driver exclaimed, his voice trembling with fear and guilt.
Chris, still in disbelief, replied, "I... I think I'm fine. I don't know how, but I'm not hurt."
The driver, relieved but still puzzled, agreed. "I'm just glad you're alright." With that, the driver returned to his car, and the crowd dispersed, still murmuring about the event they had just witnessed.
As Chris resumed his walk, something was odd. The street around him somehow had changed.
The city was full of colour and energy. Bright posters and graffiti decorated the walls, while gleaming convertibles cruised down the roads. Bicyclists zipped through traffic, while pedestrians were walking around with enthusiasm and purpose.
The streets were lined with colorful, graffiti-covered walls, brick buildings, and bustling shops. There was a variety of vehicles ranging from old classic cars to the newest models. Strains of all genres of music echoed in the air from passing cars and speakers mounted on corners.
The streets were alive with people of all ages, sizes, and backgrounds. The men and women were wearing brightly-colored clothes and hairstyles. On the sidewalks, old-fashioned metal boomboxes played a variety of music from rap to disco. The buildings were a mix of classic brick and modern glass, with neon signs highlighting the night sky.
Strains of laughter and conversations could be heard from storefronts, while street vendors peddled their wares in an enthusiastic chorus. The quiet hum of traffic blended with the sounds of sirens and honking horns. Faint music permeated the atmosphere, reverberating off the walls and buildings in a steady rhythm.
It wasn’t his city. He was somewhere else.
As he looked around, he noticed a quaint newsstand nestled between two towering oak trees. The scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, drawing him closer. An old-fashioned bell chimed as he approached, announcing his presence to the vendor.
The newspaper displayed on the counter caught his eye, and Chris felt a shiver run down his spine. The date on the paper read May 25, 1983. He picked up the paper and scanned the headlines, finding that they all aligned with events from that era.
PRESIDENT REAGAN PROPOSES 'STAR WARS' MISSILE DEFENSE SYSTEM
BREAKTHROUGH IN TECHNOLOGY: THE FIRST MOBILE PHONE CALL MADE
LEBANON'S CIVIL WAR CONTINUES TO ESCALATE"
RECORD UNEMPLOYMENT RATE: US ECONOMY FACES STAGNATION"
SALLY RIDE PREPARES FOR HISTORIC SPACE FLIGHT AS FIRST AMERICAN WOMAN ASTRONAUT"
ATARI UNLEASHES 'STAR WARS' ARCADE GAME, BECOMES INSTANT HIT"
FLASHDANCE FEVER: THE BOX OFFICE HIT TAKES AMERICA BY STORM"
Confused and alarmed, Chris wondered if he had somehow traveled back in time.
The vendor, a gruff middle-aged man with a bushy mustache, eyed Chris with suspicion. "You gonna buy that paper or just stand there gawking at it?" he asked, his voice dripping with impatience.
Chris hesitated, still trying to process the situation. "Uh, sure," he replied, reaching into his pocket to pull out the appropriate amount of money. He handed the bills to the vendor, who immediately scoffed.
"What kind of joke is this?" the vendor barked, holding up the money with disdain. "This ain't real money! The date says 2020! You trying to scam me, kid?"
Chris stammered his confusion mounting. "No, I promise, I don't know what's going on. This is the money I have."
The vendor glared at him, clearly not convinced. "Well, you can't buy anything with this whatever fake shit you gave me. Now, either pay up with the real stuff or get out of here!"
Feeling defeated and disoriented, Chris decided it was best to leave the newsstand. "Sorry for the confusion," he mumbled, placing the newspaper back on the counter and walking away.
As Chris wandered the streets, now he was more confident that he had been transported back in time. The people around him wore clothing styles from the 1980s, and the cars that drove past were all models from that era. He felt as if he had stepped into a different world, one that was simultaneously familiar and alien.
Desperate for answers, Chris approached a passerby, a friendly-looking woman in her 30s. "Excuse me, ma'am," he said, trying to sound as calm as possible. "I know this might sound strange, but could you tell me today's date?"
The woman looked at him quizzically but answered with a warm smile. "Of course, dear. It's May 25, 1983. Is everything alright?"
Chris felt his heart sink, realizing that he had indeed traveled back in time. "Yes, thank you," he replied, his voice shaky. "I'm just a bit disoriented, that's all."
As Chris continued his journey through the past, he couldn't help but wonder how and why he had been transported to this time. He was determined to uncover the truth and find a way back to his own time, all while grappling with the reality that he had been given an extraordinary opportunity to experience a different era firsthand.
"Are you looking for something, Mister?" a curious child asked, sitting on his bicycle with wide, inquisitive eyes.
Chris, still lost in his thoughts about the miraculous incident, turned to the child and offered him a gentle smile. "Well, not exactly," Chris replied, still trying to process the events that had just unfolded. "I just experienced something incredible, and I'm trying to make sense of it all."
The child's curiosity grew, and he propped his bicycle against a nearby tree before sitting down beside Chris on the park bench. "What happened?" he asked, his eyes filled with wonder.
Chris hesitated for a moment before deciding to share his story. "I was walking to the park when a car came speeding towards me. It hit me, but somehow, I wasn't hurt at all. I don't understand how, but it feels like a miracle."
The child's eyes widened with amazement. "Wow, that sounds incredible! Maybe you have a guardian angel watching over you, or maybe you're just really lucky!"
Chris chuckled at the child's enthusiasm. "Maybe so. Either way, it's made me realize how important it is to cherish every moment of our lives. You know kid, life is a gift, and we should make the most of it."
The boy smiled, touched by the Chris’s wisdom. "You are right. When I grew up, I want to be a lawyer and protect the innocent. I think that will be a good way to make the most out of my time."
The child stood up and retrieved his bicycle. "I'm going to remember what you have said Mister, and try to live my life to the fullest too! I am Alex by the way," he said and with a determined expression and a wave, the young boy pedaled away, leaving Chris with a newfound sense of gratitude.
As Chris treaded further into the park, a sense of serenity engulfed him. He had no clue how he arrived at this place, yet it didn't faze him. All that mattered was that peaceful energy surrounding him. He plopped down on a nearby bench. Across from him, four boys were playing football near a wide lawn, throwing short passes under the watchful eyes of their parents and siblings who cheered them on. The grass rippled like a lush carpet being blown by a summer breeze, running from one goal to another. Overhead, clouds drifted through an endless blue sky as birds flapped their wings above them. Chris leaned back and soaked in all the sights around him.
But as he was sitting there quietly, his face was suddenly met with an airborne ball that connected with his skull. Then, everything faded to black.
Chris' eyes blinked open to find himself lying in a hospital bed. He glanced around the room, taking in the medical equipment surrounding him. He was in bad shape, and he wondered how he had got there. He wished he could go back to where he had been before waking up, then remembered his accident and realized travelling back in time must have been just a hallucination.
As Chris woke up, he tried to sit up, but the pain was excruciating. Then, as he attempted to move his legs, he realized with horror that he couldn't feel them. Panic set in as he tried to move them again, but nothing happened. Just then, the door opened with a loud creak, and a doctor walked in.
"Ah, Mr. Johnson, I'm glad to see you're awake," the doctor said, glancing at Chris's chart.
"You were in a car accident and suffered a spinal injury, but we were able to perform surgery and stabilize your spine. The bad news is however…"
“That I can't move my legs," Chris finished the sentence, his voice shaky with fear.
“This is what I was afraid of,” the doctor said as he touched Chris's legs.
"Can you feel it?" Chris tried to move them again, but there was nothing.
"No, nothing. Is it permanent?" he asked, his heart racing with dread.
"I am sorry to tell you, but the nerve damage is so serious that I'm not sure you will ever be able to move your legs again," the doctor replied gravely.
Chris's heart sank as he heard the news. He couldn't believe this was happening to him. "What am I going to do now?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
"I have cancer, and I only have six months to live. How am I supposed to contribute to the world without working legs?"
The doctor looked at him with sympathy.
"I understand and I have seen your medical history. I am really sorry that you are in this situation, but it's important that you follow our instructions and allow your body to heal. Even moving around too much in bed could cause further injury or delay your recovery."
Chris felt frustrated and helpless.
"If I were healthy, I would probably kill the driver," he said, his voice full of anger.
The doctor patted him on the shoulder. "I understand that. We'll help you as much as we can, Mr. Johnson. For now, you will need to stay in bed for a while longer to allow your body to heal. Moving forward, we will make sure you have everything you need to be comfortable, including a wheelchair if necessary." Chris sighed, realizing that he had no choice but to listen to the doctor's advice.
“Oh and there is a man here who would like to talk to you,” the doctor said and left the room leaving Chris there in bed with his thoughts and his uncertain future.
A man wearing a sharp suit walked through the door. His sharp suit was pressed. The fancy clothes and haughty stare almost made Chris laugh—this guy didn't look like the kind of person who could help him out. He must have been some politician.
The man introduced himself as Alex Davis.
"I heard about your accident and I wanted to offer my legal services," Alex said, sitting down in a chair next to Chris's bed.
Chris was surprised but intrigued. "Legal services? What do you mean?"
"If you choose to sue, you could potentially receive financial compensation for your medical bills, lost wages, and pain and suffering. The driver was under the influence of drugs. As for his ability to pay, there are legal options we can explore to make sure you receive the compensation you deserve."
"But as you see, I only have limited time here. There’s no point in suing the driver. With a wheelchair or without it, my life ends soon. Even with your kindness, we can hardly make my life any better.”
“Mr Johnson, I understand that but I became a lawyer because I want to make a positive impact on people’s lives. Someone once told me how important it to cherish every moment of our lives. Life is a gift and we should make the most out of it. Don’t just let it go. Not yet.”
Chris was taken aback when he realized that the words coming out of the boy's mouth were the same as he had said earlier.
“It wasn’t a dream,” he murmured.
“I’m sorry?”
“Nothing, boy. I am all right. It seems I have done something valuable.”
All he could say was this and he could now die in peace.
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The desire to add something valuable to life is a deeply human aspiration. We all want to make a positive impact on the world and leave behind a legacy that will be remembered long after we're gone. It's a natural and noble desire, and it's something that can give our lives meaning and purpose.
But there's also a flip side to this desire. When we feel that we haven't lived up to our potential or that we haven't made a significant contribution to the world, it can be a source of deep desperation and regret. This is especially true when we near the end of our lives and realize that time is running out.
Chris Johnson was exactly in the same situation and he was desperate to fo something about it.
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The man was sitting in the doctor's office, feeling a sense of dread wash over him. He had been experiencing unexplainable fatigue and pain for weeks, and he finally decided to see a doctor. However, the news he received was not what he expected.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Johnson," the doctor said, his voice somber. "We found that you have cancer, and it's in its late stages. Unfortunately, there's nothing we can do."
Chris felt his heart drop to his stomach. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He was only in his early forties, and the thought of his life being cut short was too much to bear.
"How long do I have?" he asked, his voice trembling.
The doctor hesitated before answering. "I'm sorry to say this, but you only have about six months."
Chris felt like the room was spinning. He couldn't believe that he had only six months left to live.
He stood up, feeling a sense of numbness wash over him, and left the doctor's office without saying another word.
As he walked outside, the world seemed to be moving in slow motion. He couldn't help but think about everything he still wanted to do with his life. He had dreams of traveling the world, starting a family, and making a difference in the world. But now, all of that seemed impossible.
He got into his car and drove home, feeling lost and alone. When he finally arrived, he sat on the couch, trying to make sense of what had just happened.
"I have cancer," he whispered to himself, tears streaming down his face. "I have cancer."
Chris had always been ambitious and hardworking. He had started his own business when he was only twenty-five, and over the years, he had worked tirelessly to make it successful. He had amassed a great deal of wealth, but despite all of his accomplishments, he still felt like something was missing.
He just couldn't shake off the feeling that he hadn't contributed anything of real value to the world. He had spent his life chasing success and wealth, but he didn't feel like he had made a meaningful impact on anyone's life.
As he was sitting in his luxurious home, surrounded by all the trappings of wealth and success, he felt an overwhelming sense of emptiness. He realized that all of his material possessions couldn't fill the void that he felt in his heart.
"I have everything," he said to himself, looking around the room. "But what have I really accomplished? What have I done that is truly valuable?"
He knew that he had to do something to change the way he felt. He had to find a way to make a real difference in the world, to contribute something of value that would outlast him.
The following day, a heavy burden weighed on Chris's heart. He knew he had only six months left to live, and he was desperate to make the most of the time he had left. He decided to go for a walk in the nearby park to clear his head and to seek solace in the beauty of nature. The morning sun cast warm, golden rays on the city, and the scent of fresh dew on the grass greeted him as he stepped out of his home.
As Chris walked, he took in the vivid details of the world around him. The vibrant petals of the flowers danced gently in the breeze, and the leaves of the towering oak trees rustled softly above. He listened to the melodic chirping of the birds and the distant laughter of children playing in the park. Every sensation seemed more intense, as if he was experiencing them for the first time.
Lost in his thoughts, Chris approached the edge of the park. He hesitated for a moment, savoring the anticipation of stepping into the serene haven that awaited him. Suddenly, a powerful engine roared in the distance, and a car came careening around the bend at an alarming speed.
The world seemed to move in slow motion as the car hurtled towards Chris. The horrified expressions of the pedestrians etched into his mind as they shouted in warning. In an instant, the car slammed into him, throwing him onto the unforgiving pavement with a sickening thud.
Gasps of shock and fear filled the air as the pedestrians rushed to Chris's side. The driver, with wide eyes and trembling hands, stumbled out of the car, mumbling apologies and pleading for forgiveness. But for Chris, everything faded to black as the pain enveloped him, and he slipped into unconsciousness.
When he opened his eyes, he could feel pain but it was mild. He slowly stood up, and carefully examined himself, expecting to find injuries, but to his surprise, his body was unscathed. A wave of relief washed over him as he realized he had somehow escaped the terrible accident.
The driver, unable to make sense of the situation, stammered out an apology.
"Oh, my God! Are you okay? I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there!" the driver exclaimed, his voice trembling with fear and guilt.
Chris, still in disbelief, replied, "I... I think I'm fine. I don't know how, but I'm not hurt."
The driver, relieved but still puzzled, agreed. "I'm just glad you're alright." With that, the driver returned to his car, and the crowd dispersed, still murmuring about the event they had just witnessed.
As Chris resumed his walk, something was odd. The street around him somehow had changed.
The city was full of colour and energy. Bright posters and graffiti decorated the walls, while gleaming convertibles cruised down the roads. Bicyclists zipped through traffic, while pedestrians were walking around with enthusiasm and purpose.
The streets were lined with colorful, graffiti-covered walls, brick buildings, and bustling shops. There was a variety of vehicles ranging from old classic cars to the newest models. Strains of all genres of music echoed in the air from passing cars and speakers mounted on corners.
The streets were alive with people of all ages, sizes, and backgrounds. The men and women were wearing brightly-colored clothes and hairstyles. On the sidewalks, old-fashioned metal boomboxes played a variety of music from rap to disco. The buildings were a mix of classic brick and modern glass, with neon signs highlighting the night sky.
Strains of laughter and conversations could be heard from storefronts, while street vendors peddled their wares in an enthusiastic chorus. The quiet hum of traffic blended with the sounds of sirens and honking horns. Faint music permeated the atmosphere, reverberating off the walls and buildings in a steady rhythm.
It wasn’t his city. He was somewhere else.
As he looked around, he noticed a quaint newsstand nestled between two towering oak trees. The scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, drawing him closer. An old-fashioned bell chimed as he approached, announcing his presence to the vendor.
The newspaper displayed on the counter caught his eye, and Chris felt a shiver run down his spine. The date on the paper read May 25, 1983. He picked up the paper and scanned the headlines, finding that they all aligned with events from that era.
PRESIDENT REAGAN PROPOSES 'STAR WARS' MISSILE DEFENSE SYSTEM
BREAKTHROUGH IN TECHNOLOGY: THE FIRST MOBILE PHONE CALL MADE
LEBANON'S CIVIL WAR CONTINUES TO ESCALATE"
RECORD UNEMPLOYMENT RATE: US ECONOMY FACES STAGNATION"
SALLY RIDE PREPARES FOR HISTORIC SPACE FLIGHT AS FIRST AMERICAN WOMAN ASTRONAUT"
ATARI UNLEASHES 'STAR WARS' ARCADE GAME, BECOMES INSTANT HIT"
FLASHDANCE FEVER: THE BOX OFFICE HIT TAKES AMERICA BY STORM"
Confused and alarmed, Chris wondered if he had somehow traveled back in time.
The vendor, a gruff middle-aged man with a bushy mustache, eyed Chris with suspicion. "You gonna buy that paper or just stand there gawking at it?" he asked, his voice dripping with impatience.
Chris hesitated, still trying to process the situation. "Uh, sure," he replied, reaching into his pocket to pull out the appropriate amount of money. He handed the bills to the vendor, who immediately scoffed.
"What kind of joke is this?" the vendor barked, holding up the money with disdain. "This ain't real money! The date says 2020! You trying to scam me, kid?"
Chris stammered his confusion mounting. "No, I promise, I don't know what's going on. This is the money I have."
The vendor glared at him, clearly not convinced. "Well, you can't buy anything with this whatever fake shit you gave me. Now, either pay up with the real stuff or get out of here!"
Feeling defeated and disoriented, Chris decided it was best to leave the newsstand. "Sorry for the confusion," he mumbled, placing the newspaper back on the counter and walking away.
As Chris wandered the streets, now he was more confident that he had been transported back in time. The people around him wore clothing styles from the 1980s, and the cars that drove past were all models from that era. He felt as if he had stepped into a different world, one that was simultaneously familiar and alien.
Desperate for answers, Chris approached a passerby, a friendly-looking woman in her 30s. "Excuse me, ma'am," he said, trying to sound as calm as possible. "I know this might sound strange, but could you tell me today's date?"
The woman looked at him quizzically but answered with a warm smile. "Of course, dear. It's May 25, 1983. Is everything alright?"
Chris felt his heart sink, realizing that he had indeed traveled back in time. "Yes, thank you," he replied, his voice shaky. "I'm just a bit disoriented, that's all."
As Chris continued his journey through the past, he couldn't help but wonder how and why he had been transported to this time. He was determined to uncover the truth and find a way back to his own time, all while grappling with the reality that he had been given an extraordinary opportunity to experience a different era firsthand.
"Are you looking for something, Mister?" a curious child asked, sitting on his bicycle with wide, inquisitive eyes.
Chris, still lost in his thoughts about the miraculous incident, turned to the child and offered him a gentle smile. "Well, not exactly," Chris replied, still trying to process the events that had just unfolded. "I just experienced something incredible, and I'm trying to make sense of it all."
The child's curiosity grew, and he propped his bicycle against a nearby tree before sitting down beside Chris on the park bench. "What happened?" he asked, his eyes filled with wonder.
Chris hesitated for a moment before deciding to share his story. "I was walking to the park when a car came speeding towards me. It hit me, but somehow, I wasn't hurt at all. I don't understand how, but it feels like a miracle."
The child's eyes widened with amazement. "Wow, that sounds incredible! Maybe you have a guardian angel watching over you, or maybe you're just really lucky!"
Chris chuckled at the child's enthusiasm. "Maybe so. Either way, it's made me realize how important it is to cherish every moment of our lives. You know kid, life is a gift, and we should make the most of it."
The boy smiled, touched by the Chris’s wisdom. "You are right. When I grew up, I want to be a lawyer and protect the innocent. I think that will be a good way to make the most out of my time."
The child stood up and retrieved his bicycle. "I'm going to remember what you have said Mister, and try to live my life to the fullest too! I am Alex by the way," he said and with a determined expression and a wave, the young boy pedaled away, leaving Chris with a newfound sense of gratitude.
As Chris treaded further into the park, a sense of serenity engulfed him. He had no clue how he arrived at this place, yet it didn't faze him. All that mattered was that peaceful energy surrounding him. He plopped down on a nearby bench. Across from him, four boys were playing football near a wide lawn, throwing short passes under the watchful eyes of their parents and siblings who cheered them on. The grass rippled like a lush carpet being blown by a summer breeze, running from one goal to another. Overhead, clouds drifted through an endless blue sky as birds flapped their wings above them. Chris leaned back and soaked in all the sights around him.
But as he was sitting there quietly, his face was suddenly met with an airborne ball that connected with his skull. Then, everything faded to black.
Chris' eyes blinked open to find himself lying in a hospital bed. He glanced around the room, taking in the medical equipment surrounding him. He was in bad shape, and he wondered how he had got there. He wished he could go back to where he had been before waking up, then remembered his accident and realized travelling back in time must have been just a hallucination.
As Chris woke up, he tried to sit up, but the pain was excruciating. Then, as he attempted to move his legs, he realized with horror that he couldn't feel them. Panic set in as he tried to move them again, but nothing happened. Just then, the door opened with a loud creak, and a doctor walked in.
"Ah, Mr. Johnson, I'm glad to see you're awake," the doctor said, glancing at Chris's chart.
"You were in a car accident and suffered a spinal injury, but we were able to perform surgery and stabilize your spine. The bad news is however…"
“That I can't move my legs," Chris finished the sentence, his voice shaky with fear.
“This is what I was afraid of,” the doctor said as he touched Chris's legs.
"Can you feel it?" Chris tried to move them again, but there was nothing.
"No, nothing. Is it permanent?" he asked, his heart racing with dread.
"I am sorry to tell you, but the nerve damage is so serious that I'm not sure you will ever be able to move your legs again," the doctor replied gravely.
Chris's heart sank as he heard the news. He couldn't believe this was happening to him. "What am I going to do now?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
"I have cancer, and I only have six months to live. How am I supposed to contribute to the world without working legs?"
The doctor looked at him with sympathy.
"I understand and I have seen your medical history. I am really sorry that you are in this situation, but it's important that you follow our instructions and allow your body to heal. Even moving around too much in bed could cause further injury or delay your recovery."
Chris felt frustrated and helpless.
"If I were healthy, I would probably kill the driver," he said, his voice full of anger.
The doctor patted him on the shoulder. "I understand that. We'll help you as much as we can, Mr. Johnson. For now, you will need to stay in bed for a while longer to allow your body to heal. Moving forward, we will make sure you have everything you need to be comfortable, including a wheelchair if necessary." Chris sighed, realizing that he had no choice but to listen to the doctor's advice.
“Oh and there is a man here who would like to talk to you,” the doctor said and left the room leaving Chris there in bed with his thoughts and his uncertain future.
A man wearing a sharp suit walked through the door. His sharp suit was pressed. The fancy clothes and haughty stare almost made Chris laugh—this guy didn't look like the kind of person who could help him out. He must have been some politician.
The man introduced himself as Alex Davis.
"I heard about your accident and I wanted to offer my legal services," Alex said, sitting down in a chair next to Chris's bed.
Chris was surprised but intrigued. "Legal services? What do you mean?"
"If you choose to sue, you could potentially receive financial compensation for your medical bills, lost wages, and pain and suffering. The driver was under the influence of drugs. As for his ability to pay, there are legal options we can explore to make sure you receive the compensation you deserve."
"But as you see, I only have limited time here. There’s no point in suing the driver. With a wheelchair or without it, my life ends soon. Even with your kindness, we can hardly make my life any better.”
“Mr Johnson, I understand that but I became a lawyer because I want to make a positive impact on people’s lives. Someone once told me how important it to cherish every moment of our lives. Life is a gift and we should make the most out of it. Don’t just let it go. Not yet.”
Chris was taken aback when he realized that the words coming out of the boy's mouth were the same as he had said earlier.
“It wasn’t a dream,” he murmured.
“I’m sorry?”
“Nothing, boy. I am all right. It seems I have done something valuable.”
All he could say was this and he could now die in peace.

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I've been reading into the Naples metro lately, but I speak no Italian, and the only accounts of it I can really find of it on the English-speaking internet are on Wikipedia, and even then those sources are pretty sparse on details. From the little I have read though, the Naples metro just seems like the absolute wildest, wackiest and strangest transportation system on the face of the earth, and i'm having a difficult time wrapping my head around how or why any of it came to be.
The first (numbered), and probably most metro-like line on the system is Line 1, represented by the colour yellow. It follow this.. uhh.. spaghetti-shaped alignment? And works are being done to turn it into a full loop line. Great stuff.
Line 1 has a rather odd shape. (courtesy of Wikipedia)
The line opened in the early 90s, but was in planning since the 60s. The line has slowly been extended east since the turn of the century. From what i've heard, the line has been receiving fancy new trains from CAF, but the original trains from the 90s (real pieces of work) still appear to be at large. The line is also supposedly renowned for its various art installations, many of which consist of ancient artefacts recovered during excavation.
Line 1's original trains (and this is without the graffiti!) (courtesy of urbanrail.net)
It doesn't get any less weird with Line 2, which technically opened far before Line 1, dating as far back as the mid 20s. As far as I can tell, it's just straight up a suburban rail line (Naples also has a separate suburban rail network, which is weird in its own way). It was rebranded as metro around the opening of Line 1, taking on its current moniker of Line 2, although some actual regional trains do still seem to run through the line and onto more distant locations.
Line 2 (courtesy of Napolike)
The line still runs mainline trains, in the livery of Trenitalia, Italy's national rail operator, and from what I understand, had a period of time where it was branded as metro but didn't have any actual in station interchanges with Line 1 :).
If that wasn't enough variety, Naples also had an underground light rail line, Line 6. It was under construction and planned to open by 1990 for the World Cup, but missed the deadline by 17 years and opened around 2007. Here's the real kicker: service on the line was suspended in 2013, and to my knowledge, has been entirely shuttered for over a decade. I've read it's planned to reopen soon-ish after refurbishment works, but... yeah.
Line 6, presumably from when it still ran (courtesy of Napolike)
Bonus round! It's not technically a part of the metro, but it's far too weird to leave out.
the rainbow line.
Yes, that's a rainbow-coloured line. The rainbow line. You can mark that off your transit bingo card. Its colour is hardly the strangest part of it though - the line is a fully-underground (from what i can tell), 10km-long, suburban metro branch line. Opened in the mid 2010s, it runs quaint little rectangular 2-car trains that probably would have looked rather dated in the 80s - every 15 minutes at peak times.
Cute little trains (courtesy of Wikipedia)
I hope you've found some satisfaction in my surface-level musings on the insanity of Naples' metro network, and to anybody who does possess any deeper knowledge, I would be very interested in hearing the lore on why any of this actually exists (in the weird and wacky way that it currently does), and how any of it came to be.

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Jack breathed heavily as he dozed in his hammock, trying his best to doze and get what little REM sleep he could. Despite his brain telling him he had to, his body just wasn’t cooperating that well, with a combination of the earlier ‘bedtime’, the rattling cargo on the shelves around them, and Jack clearly anticipating the probable danger ahead all leaving him in an uncomfortable flux state of semi-lucidity.
Deciding to make the best of the situation, he just kept his eyes shut, trying to clear his mind of his worries as he simply listened to the sound of his own breathing and the slight rumbling of the shuttle and he lay there in the hammock with Chiyo.
His battleskin underneath his clothes actually felt good in the heated cargo compartment they were in, in no small part due to his new armour, which had done a good job of keeping his body well-ventilated so that there wasn’t any discomfort when he moved. He had no idea if things were similar for the other armour types, but he and Nika had agreed that it was a perfect fit.
Jack had no idea how long it had been since they started, but there hadn’t been any problems on their journey. The crew had kept to themselves throughout, though Chiyo had been confident they had been drinking on the job, causing Sephy to loop the internal cameras and check more of the containers for anything tasty or expensive, and Jack was grateful for the bag of steak-flavoured crisps the Skritta had thrown his way earlier.
Almost idly he shifted slightly in his doze, causing the figure he was cuddled up to move with him. He had almost forgotten Chiyo was there, and he instinctively wrapped his arms around her reassuringly, before all of a sudden there was a sudden sharp wave of force, causing him to snap awake with a start, spotting where his hand had accidentally been for a split second before the hammock tipped over, causing them both to thump down to the ground with a hard thud.
Hearing the groans from all around them, Jack could see that they hadn’t been the only ones woken up by that, as Sephy was rubbing her head on the floor, while Nika was on her feet scanning for threats.
“Fuck! What was that?” one of the crew at the front exclaimed.
“I dunno! Some kind of turbulence!” another one of the men grumbled. “Fuck, rookie! You’ve gotta keep an eye on things!”
“What!? The lights were green!” the rookie exclaimed in disbelief.
“Yeah, suuuure they were!” the first voice retorted, clearly not believing them.
“Um…sorry about that,” Jack whispered. “Accident!”
Suuure it was! Chiyo teased back. Some warning would have been nice!
“Damn, well that timing could have been worse!” Sephy shrugged with a grin. “We’re nearly there, only about fifteen minutes out.”
“In that case, gear up and get ready to move,” Alora ordered them all. “We don’t want to hang around here.”
“Roger that.” Jack sighed, as he got up and began to pack.
*****
“Coming in for a landing,” the old captain professionally called out over the ship-wide comm, as Sephy finished hiding the evidence of their scrounging of the cargo.
“We all good?” Nika asked, as she gave her shotgun a quick check out of habit.
“Yep!” Sephy grinned, practising her quick draw with her twin pistols. “These magnetic clips on our armour are dead useful! Even you won’t lose your weapons easily, Jack!”
“Oh for fucks sake, you’re still gonna bring that up?!” Jack groaned as the others snorted in amusement. “You would have dropped your stuff too!”
Well, even if you do drop anything, they should automatically reattach if you’re in close enough proximity and nothing’s impeding it.
“Like Iron Man or something, right?” Jack asked, earning a bemused look from Chiyo, who obviously didn’t understand the reference, but nodded anyway.
“Heh, that doesn’t work with grenades, right?” Sephy asked with a grin. “That one might be a bit counterproductive!”
“I am very sure it doesn’t!” Alora giggled. “But Clan Bharzum know what they’re doing! I’m sure everything will be fine!”
They all held on as the shuttle made its final approach, before finally plonking to the ground. Everyone was ready by the time the crew had everything powered down.
“So, head to the docks, find the crew and be out of here in less than ten minutes,” Jack stated as if to remind everyone of what they were here to do
“Yep!” Alora confirmed. “This should only be a border town with not many people around, so I doubt there’ll even be that many ships around. Add the fact that the crew is all Megafauna, and the fact they know we’re coming, and it shouldn’t be too hard to find.”
“Um…guys….” Nika called out as the cargo ramp began to open, and Dante gave a low whine of concern. “We might have a slight problem…”
The crisp, cold breeze that buffeted them was instantly punctuated by the sounds of shouts, screams and bedlam in the distance, broken up by the occasional burst of gunfire, but it was only when the ramp fully extended to let them down could they see the chaos they were about to walk into.
The Cypherport they had expected should have been a quiet, small border town with a simple dock for traders and fishers…
The Cypherport they had landed right at the edge of made the most ghetto streets of Detroit look tame by comparison!
Tightly packed shacks and dilapidated houses leaned menacingly over a labyrinth of narrow winding streets, barely illuminated by the many grimy, flickering neon signs all over the town that cast eerie shadows over the crumbling streets, adorned with gang symbols, crude drawings and warnings, with all sorts of dangerous looking people milling about, from what they could see from where they were.
I don’t understand… Chiyo began. This can’t be the right place? We researched this place, it wasn’t meant to be like this at all!
“Maybe the info you found is outdated,” Sephy pointed out. “But everything I’ve got says this is the place…what the fuck!?”
“Everybody stick close together!” Alora warned as they slowly and carefully made their way down the ramp, with the workers barely giving them any acknowledgement. “Our plan hasn’t changed. We head to the docks and get out.”
“I can plot us a basic route, but I’m not throwing drones up until we need to,” the Skritta warned as she typed a few things on one of her tablet devices, converting the view they saw from the cargo ramp into a basic map.
“Should we use the Broaches of Disguise?” Jack asked Alora, who nodded instantly.
“Good idea, Jack,” the Eladrie agreed. “The less attention we bring to ourselves, the better.”
Quickly activating their magic, the group cautiously made their way out of the tiny Corvin Enterprises drop-off point into the shadowy dystopian streets. Now that they were close up, they could see that the buildings around them were thin and mostly composed of wood with multiple floors, with the majority having steep, high-peaked roofs that dissuaded them from attempting to traverse along the rooftops.
Looking around Jack could already see a few faces of the shady-looking inhabitants gazing their way with suspicion and curiosity, causing him to keep one hand on his gun. He didn’t care what any of these guys wanted, if anyone came up to them with no good reason, he was ready to attack at a moment's notice.
Was this what it was like to be a cop in America?
“Hey man! You wanna buy some grass?” someone called out from the side, and Jack could see a few street vendors peddling their wares from makeshift stalls. The one that had called out to them was obviously trying to sell them drugs of dubious quality, but a few others had weapons or random electronics, probably stolen. Many of the vendors were obscured under hoods or facemasks, making it impossible to discern their intentions at a glance. Jack just curtly shook his head, and kept walking forward.
This is so sketchy, Chiyo pointed out, while doing her best to keep up with them on foot, not attracting any attention by floating in the air like she usually did.
“So far so good,” Jack whispered back, before a shark crack of gunfire echoed through the streets ahead, followed by the sounds of a few smashed bottles.
“That was closer to the centre of the town,” Sephy told them, checking her map. “We stick along the outside, we can avoid that shit.”
“Speaking of shit, fucking hell it smells bad,” Nika growled as her nose was assaulted by the pungent odour wafting around them.
“It’s just like the bad parts of the city,” Alora noted. “The quicker we get out of here the better.”
“Docks aren’t far,” Sephy whispered to them. “Just down the hill.”
“I see it…” Jack whispered back as they rounded a corner onto a particularly narrow street, where a gang of thugs aggressively stared them down as they passed, though didn’t go after them. A few of them whispered among themselves and pointed, causing Dante to lowly growl under his breath.
“Reckon they made us, Chiyo?” Nika asked the Ilithii as the group briskly kept walking, toeing the fine line between casual walking without fear and running to safety.
It is possible, Chiyo replied unsurely. I don’t know for sure.
“Then we lose them in the alleyways,” Alora muttered under her breath. “Are they following us?”
They look like they’re debating it, Chiyo confirmed.
“We can break line of sight up ahead, alleyway to the right,” Sephy whispered, and Jack nodded as he led the way. They turned down the alleyway, quickly sprinting for the next turning the moment line of sight was broken, keeping their footsteps as quiet as possible as they maintained their general direction down to the docks, before finally emerging on the waterfront to a few curious glances of some very inebriated sailors.
“How are we for time?” Alora asked nobody in particular, as Jack checked his commlink.
“It’s been about ten minutes,” Jack told her. “Just need to find our ride and we can get out of here.”
“Yeah, but these docks are fucking huge,” Nika pointed out. “It’s nobody’s fault, but we’ve still got bad intel about this place.”
“Then we just walk up and down and hope for the best until we see our guy.” Jack shrugged. “We know the kind of people we’re looking for at least, right?”
Right, Chiyo agreed. Let’s go! Keep your wits about you!
*****
“Where the fuck are these assholes?” Nika grumbled about 15 minutes later as they checked the various piers for any sign of their contact. “The client told us they knew we’d be on our way!”
“Doesn’t mean they have to sit in place I suppose,” Jack reasoned. “Though I’m surprised that in a place like this they wouldn’t have a guard set up for their ship.”
“Raises a valid point though,” Sephy spoke up. “Could we steal one of the ships and make our way to where we need to go?”
Don’t forget that we need to come back here! Chiyo warned.
“Okay, we ‘borrow’ one of the ships and return it intact then…” Sephy suggested half-heartedly with chuckles from the others.
“We can keep looking around here or we can wait for someone that looks like our contacts to show up,” Alora began grimly.
“Which will take time, which we shouldn’t waste, especially if people have worked out we’re here,” Nika prompted. “Anyone with basic astral sight can see through our disguises, and anyone smart and knowledgeable enough can work it out too, so waiting around is a huge risk.”
“Or we go looking for our contacts.” Alora grimaced, hating the idea herself. “There was a lot of noise in the middle of the district. Whatever it is, if they’re not here, they’re probably there.”
Along with everyone else, Chiyo pointed out. It’s a risky move.
“Do you think it’s a risk worth taking?” Jack asked, not having a particular opinion either way.
“I would frame it as our ‘least worst option’”. Alora tentatively nodded. “But in this situation we don’t want to hang around any longer than we need to.”
“You’re right, but we’ll need to be careful.” Jack sighed. “If we can’t find them, Sephy’s idea is probably the next best thing we can do. Unless anyone else has any better ideas?”
Looking around, everyone shook their heads.
“Very well then.” Alora nodded slowly. “Everyone stay as close together as you can without attracting attention. Jack, Nika, you lead the way.”
“Got it.” Nika whispered, Jack nodding in agreement as he took point, heading towards what looked like a busy main street in the distance. Though it wasn’t as covert as he would like, he figured that they could hide in plain sight while looking for their contacts.
“Eww…” Alora muttered under her breath, as a slurring reptilian almost stumbled into them, reeking of cheap alcohol and vomit as they staggered aimlessly past, weaving unsteadily across the dirt road with glazed eyes before they smacked into a crumbling wall, earning laughs from a few nearby crowds as he pitched forward and threw up on the floor.
“Damn! Wouldn’t want to be him in the morning!” Sephy quipped, as the group saw two shady-looking men approaching the drunk with ill-intent.
I doubt that fool has anything left worth stealing, Chiyo noted as they put some distance away from the imminent mugging.
“Wait, shouldn’t we do something?” Jack asked, only for Alora to sharply shake her head.
“Best not get involved,” Nika added as they saw the two muggers run away, while the drunk guy flailed around helplessly. “Or we bring much worse down upon us.”
“Yeah…” Jack sighed, who couldn’t help but agree with the logic. He felt uneasy as they weaved their way through the sea of gutter trash, not finding anybody who looked like their contacts, but gradually getting closer to the sounds of debauchery up ahead.
As they got closer to what sounded like a wild party up ahead, Jack spotted a small, rat-like Lizta squatting down right in the middle of the road taking a dump, to the immense displeasure of Alora as they gave the degenerate a wide berth.
“Reckon that was the Pooping Bandit?” Sephy joked, as Alora shuddered in disgust at what they had just witnessed.
“Doubt it.” Nika snorted in amusement. “Designated shitting streets are probably the norm here. Hell I’d sooner trust a dirt road than anything else in this shithole.”
Let’s hurry up so we can get out of here! Chiyo hurried them along. With any luck this will be the worst thing that happens this weekend.
“Let’s hope.” Jack agreed as they kept on moving, ignoring the inquisitive glances from the various beggars and panhandlers sitting at the side of the road begging for change. Though Jack wouldn’t have minded tossing a few credsticks their way, he didn’t want to look like an appealing target for any of the gangers and other trash hanging around.
“Watch out for pickpockets,” Sephy warned, as she checked the movement of a mangy toad-looking being who tried to sidle up past them, flashing him her gun, which caused him to back off.
As the group reached the top of the hill, the sounds of raucous laughter, clinking glasses and pounding music became deafening, drowning out everything else in a cacophony of noise that reverberated through the air. The streets around them were packed with a dense crowd, clamouring and jostling as they drank what looked like ale out of dirty-looking glasses, many of them chipped or smashed.
At the centre of the main street was a great obelisk jutting out of the road several metres high that looked like it was made of bright green glass, with white runes gently glowing in swirls along the base, but Chiyo looked genuinely upset by the way the star attraction of Cypherport had been defaced and almost completely blanketed by old graffiti and vandalism, and Jack couldn’t blame her. Though it bore little significance to him, he still felt a pang of sheer disappointment at seeing such disrespect for what should have been a cultural artefact, as a blue-scaled reptilian walked up to it, dropped his trousers and began pissing against it, while another placed his hand against it and puked, leaving a yellow stream along the faded glass.
“Leave it Chiyo, it’s not worth it.” Alora whispered to the distressed Ilithii, who looked like she was about to attack the men for their desecration, with Dante whining as he pawed at Chiyo’s leg.
“Guys? Over here.” Sephy called to the group and pointed. Just ahead of them was a huge building that might have once been a town hall or a temple of some kind, but looked like it had long since been repurposed into a huge nightclub.
Bolting onto the remains of what could have once been a religious symbol was a poorly maintained neon sign that kept flickering the words ‘The Soggy Pussy’.
“Welp.” Jack began. “I think we know where they probably are.”
“Well, they’re not out here.” Nika sighed. “No getting around it then, looks like we’re heading in!”
“Looks like it.” Alora sighed, as she took point.
I doubt it needs to be said, but don’t drink or take anything here, Chiyo warned, as they sidestepped a group of four off-duty Red Legion soldiers who were taking turns snorting lines of white powder off of a half-rotted wooden picnic table.
“Really? Aww damn,” Sephy joked as they politely made their way through the crowd to the front door, where a greeter was hyping up the crowd.
“You like dicks? We’ve got dicks!” The Xarak grinned as he pointed to members of the crowd. “Here at The Soggy Pussy we got lotsa dicks for you to choose! Hairy mammal dicks! Dry reptilian dicks! Wet amphibian dicks! Soft aquatic dicks! Questionable animal dicks! Laaaaady dicks!”
“Lovely…” Alora muttered under her breath as they gave the hypeman a wide berth and headed to the door, past the towering bouncers standing guard at the entrance. For a moment Jack thought they would give them trouble, but after assessing their worthiness in the mysterious way that bouncers do, they allowed them to pass without a problem.
Ducking under the buzzing signs and projections of various disgusting things that would make even Kizzarith blush, they group was immediately engulfed in a maelstrom of chaos. The pounding bass of the local shitty music swirled through the air like a physical force, shaking the very foundations of the building and almost completely drowning everything else out. Overhead, lights flashed and span in a dizzying array of colours, casting the room into a kaleidoscope of light and shadow, disorienting the group as they looked around for their contacts. Overhead, they could see a set of well-used heavy turrets scattered all along the ceiling looking out over the crowd, a sure sign that violence was commonplace here.
We should head to the bar. Chiyo indicated to the far end of the huge room. Maybe we can ask the bartenders if they’ve seen them, might need to throw them a bribe though…
“Stay behind me.” Jack warned, as he pushed his way past the writing, dancing bodies all around them tangling to the rhythm of the music, causing him to almost gag from the putrid scent of alien sweat and pheromones. He kept to the walls as a fight broke out in the middle of the dance floor between a few rival gangs, only for a few more bouncers on duty to step in and royally beat the perpetrators until they could no longer move, chucking them against the wall to take a nap.
Turning around to make sure his friends were still close, Jack moved away from the outer wall to avoid a series of women giving ‘special attention’ to a few guys, their expressions far from focused on what was going on all around them, making a beeline for the bar past a group of mercenaries smoking something questionable that left a sickly sweet smoke in the air around them.
“What you kids want?” one of the grungy-looking Xarak bartenders grunted at them with a sly expression as they approached the bar, surprising Jack that he didn’t call them out for their age, or being here in the first place. He simply guessed they didn’t care.
“A crew of River Giants,” Alora asked the man, slipping a credstick across the bar, which he pocketed with a greasy palm. “We seek the captain.”
“Yeah they’re around.” The barman grinned a creepy, toothy smile, staring at Alora a little too intently. “First balcony up on the left.
“Thank you.” Alora nodded as politely as she could before turning away.
“Finally, let’s find them and get the fuck out of here!” Nika shouted out over the noise of the crowd. “This place is dodgy as fuck!”
More than that, there was something off about that barman, Chiyo added, with all of the group agreeing with nodding heads.
“We’d better make this quick then!” Sephy urged them on. “I see stairs heading up over there!”
Making their way through the crowd they got to the staircase in the far corner of the room, near to where an avian DJ in a ridiculous purple pimp outfit was changing tracks while hanging a crack pipe out of his beak.
“Watch yourselves going up,” Jack warned as he noted the many spills dripping beneath their feet. Carefully they made their way up, dodging a few intoxicated patrons coming in the opposite direction with by now well-practised fitness.
“That looks like them over there!” Nika pointed in the distance. Indeed, a group of about 5 or 6 large green-skinned megafauna were sat around a small coffee table laughing at a joke one of them had told in between taking shots of hard liquor.
“Excuse me?” Alora called out to the oldest one, a bald man with a thick grey beard in a simple toga. “Are you Captain Ripples-On-Salt?”
“That I am lass!” The River Giant boomed out with a grinning jovial voice. “I must say you kids are all here much earlier than we expected!”
How so? Chiyo asked curiously. You were made aware by our mutual client that we would be on our way and to expect our arrival. You didn’t even post a guard on your boat!
“What in the name of deep waters are you talking about?” Captain Ripples-On-Salt scoffed. “We got word that the mess in the city meant we wouldn’t expect you until morning, got some tokens to come here to tide us over…”
“Word from who?” Alora asked incredulously.
As Alora spoke to the captain, Jack had an uneasy feeling as he looked around. Though the crowd was massive, and most seemed to pay them no heed as they conducted their business, he could somehow sense that eyes were on him, even if he couldn’t identify where they were.
“Guys, it doesn’t matter!” Nika told them. “We should finish up and get the fuck out of here!”
As Jack looked around he suddenly felt a strange sensation forcing his senses into overdrive. Immediately dismissing it as nothing malicious, he found himself looking down at his hand where the Ring of the Berserker was snugly attached. If it had actually done anything since he had first put it on, Jack didn’t know, but now for the first time it seemed to vibrate slightly, as the gem in the middle began to glow a slight blood-red, and only grew more intense in feeling…
“Alright, finish up…” the Captain began to order his crew. “We have a-”
“Fuck!” Sephy yelled in alarm, but Jack was already moving, suddenly aware of the danger as he quickly dodged to the side to avoid the knife, before grabbing the Xarak attacker’s knife-hand in a counter, using their forward momentum to drag them in a circle to smash it’s head into the wall in one solid motion. Sephy quickly used her wings to put some distance between her and her attacker, before she magdumped her twin pistols into the Korrigan that tried to stab her while the others had barely processed what was happening.
Sensing thunderous movement closing on him, Jack drew his axe and spun around in a diagonal slash, only for the axe to be caught in a single meaty hand, while the other reached forward and closed around his neck. Quickly letting go of his axe with one of his hands, the panicking Jack grabbed onto his attacker’s fingers to barely hold them back from snapping his neck then and there…
As he struggled to break free from the hold, Jack growled in defiance at the large Ogar man he really didn’t want to see again…
“Embrace your redemption boy!” the Redeemer snarled with a face bearing scars from their last encounter, his eyes staring into Jack with hatred as he squeezed tighter…
Desperately, Jack tried to break the grapple, but the Redeemer was just too strong! Behind him, he could hear the others with their own problems, so he couldn’t afford to stall for time. The confines of the balcony made it difficult for him to move around to try and slip out of The Redeemer’s grasp.
Unless!
His legs swung at the wall as the Redeemer flailed Jack about, trying to finish him, but Jack held stubbornly on. Gritting his teeth, Jack kept his footing, before he suddenly kicked off from the wall in a burst of strength, sending The Redeemer staggering back, still keeping his hold on Jack’s neck. As the two heavy forms hit the wooden safety rail, the long-rotted wood gave way like paper and smashed into splinters and the two figures headed straight to the ground below…
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I work in a school. A primary, mainstream, public school.
Everyday, I witness violence and aggresion: -Children pulled or pushed to the ground and beaten or kicked, both in and out the classroom. Some of the violence is aimed at staff- hit, scratched, bitten. -Screaming any sort of verbal abuse and insult, some sexual, racist, homophonic etc and tons of swearing. Sometimes at me. -Refusal to do any sort of work and storming out of class. -Breaking windows and doors. Smashing up and tearing down work and resources. Throwing equipment that we need to evacuate a classroom. Offensive graffiti on walls and floors.
And every time, nothing really happens. We are not even meant to intervene in physical violence, just tell them to stop. A push to keep all children in school means few suspensions and no exclusion. No consequences like detention or proper time out, behaviour management lessons, doing work with the head or deputies, no not going on trips or taking away "golden" time. Just a few minutes to calm down, asked what is the good thing to do next time, and move on. Maybe a chat. If sent to the deputy/head office, they get a biscuit, lego, colouring in books. They tell us to stop sending the children so much, even though it is dangerous.
Our children grow numb or scared, expecitng violent outbursts. Are surprised by quiet and kindness. They are used to destruction.
Then there's the learning.
Many children, including those with no disability, leave at the age of 12 barely able to read a picture book, write anything more than their name, and unable to do more than add or subtract. Some cannot even tell the time.
Standards continue to be minimal across the country.
Children with additional support needs or disabilities get little proper support. No understanding of neurodivergency. No addressing of their needs or struggles. Teachers and support staff struggle to help them work due to lack of time, resources, training and challenging behaviour, and cannot keep them in class.
If the children are challenging (regardless of trauma, additional needs etc), they are sent to bake, do art, gardening, play outside. Babysitting essentially.
Don't forget the parents.
Most are OK but some just constantly complain. They shout and swear at us. Some neglect their kids, acting like dropping them off means we do their parenting- potty training, making sure they are fed, tying their shoes, helping them brush their teeth. Some have worn through, too small clothes and shoes, no jacket regardless of the rain or temperature. Some tell their kids to go to school unattended.
When we actually call parents, some argue with us and refuse to come in, neglecting their child even if they are sick. Some make their child wait for hours. Some do not pick up at all. Some fight, with us and other parents, when their child participates in a fight.
Everyday, I feel like the world is failing these children. Schools are unsafe, education is a joke, there is no real learning even life skills. I feel like I'm failing them. We are raising some awful individuals and criminals. We are raising some to be victims, traumatised.It's not even limited to this school, the area, the city. It's across the nation and even international.
I want to help. But I am close to stopping. I no longer know if I wish for this career, to help kids. I was passionate. Now, I'm upset how often I tell off kids, tired I return to the same problems every day, burnout of any compassion.

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Hit 200 albums yesterday (Janelle Monae – ArchAndroid, 4 stars).
It’s interesting to see how many others on this sub are hitting 200 albums around the same time. Did we all see the same Reddit comment suggesting this thing? It's fun to see something reach a critical mass like that in real time.
Overall, I'm still loving this process. I've had some of my all-time favorite albums ever in this last 100, and I've discovered at least one new fave as well. It's my morning ritual to check my new album of the day while still in bed. It's become such a part of my routine that I kinda can't fathom what my days will be like once I've finished with this thing.
As I wrote in my 100 alum round-up, I still wish there was an option for half star ratings. But that’s a small quibble.
NUMBER OF EACH STAR RANKINGS TOTAL SO FAR:
5 Stars: 47
4 Stars: 78
3 Stars: 59
2 Stars: 13
1 Star: 3
NUMBER OF ALBUMS I’D LISTENED TO BEFORE DOING THIS:
83/200 (For the last 100 it was 45/100)
ALL THE 5s (from the past 100)
*new to me
# Had heard before and finally clicked with
Pink Floyd - Dark Side of the Moon
Pulp- Different Class#
Bjork - Vespertine#
Green Day - Dookie
Jimi Hendrix - Are You Experienced?
Beck - Guero
Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young - Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young
Radiohead - OK Computer
Talk Talk - The Colour of Spring -- This album completely floored me and is my favorite discovery so far. Love love love.
David Bowie - Blackstar
Led Zeppelin - Physical Graffiti
Velvet Underground & Nico - Velvet Underground & Nico
Kendrick Lamar - good kid, m.A.A.d. city
The Smiths - Strangeways, Here We Come* -- All these years I avoided The Smiths cuz I think Morrissey is an ass. Turns out...they're awesome?
Bob Dylan - Bringing It All Back Home
Spiritualized - Lazer Guided Melodies
Joan Armatrading - Joan Armatrading*
The Mars Volta - Deloused in the Comatorium
The Beatles - White Album
Wilco - Yankee Hotel Foxtrot
Television - Marquee Moon#
Prince - Purple Rain
Miles Davis - Kind of Blue#
GZA - Liquid Swords#
Radiohead - The Bends
Radiohead - In Rainbows
ALL THE 1s (from the past 100)
Tim Buckley - Goodbye and Hello -- what in the actual fuck
Now on to #201 (Pearl Jam - Ten...I've heard it a million times....)

"Let's show him what our courage can do!"
When humans sleep, their dreams are not all imaginary as they might assume, but rather take place in a land known as the Night Dimension. There, they can meet all manner of creatures from Nightopians to Nightmareans, but one of the most notable is NiGHTS, a free-spirited and mischievous being. Originally created by the god of Nightmare Wizeman, the Nightmarean rebelled against his control. Now as Wizeman makes his attempts to conquer not only the Night Dimension but the world beyond, NiGHTS teams up with several courageous dreamers (known as Visitors in the Night Dimension) to end his scheme.

Legend

I - NiGHTS into Dreams (1996 Game)
C - Christmas NiGHTS into Dreams
J - NiGHTS: Journey of Dreams
A - NiGHTS into Dreams (Archie Comics)
SR - Sonic Riders
ZG - Sonic Riders: Zero Gravity
T - Sega Superstars Tennis
R - Sonic and Sega All-Stars Racing Transformed
SU - Sonic Universe (2009) #78
SH - Sonic the Hedgehog (1993) #275

NiGHTS Franchise

Physicals

Strength - Ramming

• Hits a metal sphere, sending it and the two hellhounds leashed to it flying back^J
• Hits a large Nightmaren directly up, breaking through metal gates^J
• Shatters a cage^I
• Shatters giant glass structures^J
• Breaks stone platforms after pushing off of them^I
• Shatters an enormous boulder^J
• Hits a large metal barrier, buckling it and sending it flying^I

Strength - Pushing Off

• Knocks back a Nightmaren^I
• Destroys the front of a huge Nightmaren, though it quickly grows back^I
• Breaks stone platforms^I
• Shatters giant boulders^I

Strength - Other

• Knocks a large owl out of the way^J
• Throws large spheres through the air^J
• Throws a Nightmaren through a pillar^I
• Throws a Nightmaren through a metal door, cracking it in two^A
• Tilts a giant magic seal with a mass of cats on it^J

Durability

• Slammed into the side of a building, cracking it^A
• Propelled into a giant cue ball without injury^J
• Rolls down a tube before flying into giant blocks hard enough to send them flying, taking no damage^J
• Charges through exploding mice^I
• Eats an energy blast^A

Other

• Balances on the point of a skyscraper^I

Flight

General

• Can freely fly around^I
  • Pulls out of a dive an instant before hitting water^J
• Speeds off out of sight into the sky^J
• Spins as both an attack and to speed up^I

Paraloop

• After performing a loop NiGHTS creates a vortex, grabbing all the items they looped around^I
• Paraloops can function as an attack, sending a Nightmaren very similar to NiGHTS flying back into a giant floating torch hard enough to shatter it^I
  • Affects a foe far in the background^J
• Clears chunks of a spatial distortion^J
• Paraloops Nightopians being vacuumed into the sky to get them to a safe location^J

Dualizing

• Through a process called Dualizing, NiGHTS merges with a Visitor, allowing them to act as one^I
  • It's said that the merged person can influence NiGHTS' flight pattern, but without proper focus they will fly on their own path. There are moments where a Visitor can directly control NiGHTS briefly, such as one reacting in fear from a volcano erupting^J
  • They are still capable of talking individually^J
• Dualizing with someone with Red Ideya allows NiGHTS to use its properties and break free of a cage^J
• They can Dualize with two people simultaneously^I
  • In Journey of Dreams, this is done by the three of them holding hands with each other^J
• In the original game, Dualizing occurs under a time limit. After that limit expires, the person will return to normal, and will have to find and re-merge with NiGHTS^I
  • NiGHTS has also been separated from whoever they're merged with after being thrown about by a tornado and following the Visitor being told that going through with NiGHTS' plan would result in them being destroyed^J
• In the Archie comics, NiGHTS can control a Visitor's body while they control theirs in the waking world^A

Transformations

Persona Masks
In Journey of Dreams NiGHTS can obtain Persona Masks, allowing them to take on certain forms.^J

• Dolphin NiGHTS quickly travels underwater^J
  • Can charge through metal chains^J
• Rocket NiGHTS can expend energy to speed through the air, though its fuel is limited^J
• Dragon NiGHTS gains a long draconic body that is unaffected by wind and has a fiery energy appear around them while dashing^J

Other
These can be adopted seemingly freely by NiGHTS.

• Rolls into a ball^J
• A rollercoaster car with extending legs which can stop another car after ramming into it from behind^J
• Turns into a bobsleigh for the kid they're currently merged with^I
• A boat which can jump in the water^J
• Can be transformed by objects in the environment in different dreams, such as being temporarily split into multiple tiny NiGHTS by a prism and enlarged by a lens^J

Other

• Plays an imaginary flute^J
• Doesn't appear on cameras in the waking world^A
• Uses collected blue chips to overload machinery holding captured Ideyas^I
• Is attracted to Red Ideya energy, a particularly rare kind of dream energy which represents courage^I
• Literally eats an energy blast before spitting it back out, sending two terrorists flying^A
• Also comes in Christmas colours^C

Crossover Games

All of the following feats performed by someone who isn't NiGHTS can be done by any playable character in those games.

Strength

• Knocks Combo off of the Tokyo-To court net, a grindable rail^T
• Knocks down and defeats zombies with tennis balls^T
• Hits small ships away with a tennis ball^T
• Shatters asteroids with a tennis ball^T
• Shatters floating stone heads with a tennis ball^T
• Knocks about monkey balls with monkeys inside them with tennis serves^T

Other Physicals

• Can be hit by any of the pick up items, spinning out a little bit but otherwise recovering unharmed^R
• Dodges an attack from Storm Eagle^SU

Vehicles

• Can ride a variety of hover boards in Sonic Riders, moving fast along the ground and powered by air^SR
  • Can grind on top of rails^SR
  • Can ride down energy rails with a stand which appears on the board^SR
• In Zero Gravity, can use a variety of air ride vehicles in addition to the standard board^ZG
  • These can ride along walls^ZG

Pick-Up Items

• Blowfish - A giant blowfish which can either be dropped as a mine or rolled forwards as a projectile^R
• Drone - A small RC car which locks onto and drives towards an opposing rider, blowing up on contact^R
• Explosion - A fused bomb that can be launched forwards^ZG
• Firework - A firework that gets launched in a straight line, bouncing off of walls and exploding on hitting an enemy. Can come in packs of three^R
• Glove - A catcher's mitt which appears behind the driver, catching a projectile which would have hit the user and allowing them to use it^R
• Hot Rod - Gives the user a boost which lasts either for a while or until the item is triggered again, on which it creates a fire shockwave around the user^R
• Ice Cannon - Three or six snowballs which can be shot, with one hit slowing an opponent and two hits briefly freezing them solid^R
• Magnetic Barrier - A temporary shield which pulls all nearby rings towards them^ZG
• Swarm - Creates giant wasps in front of the racer in first place to block the road and try and slow them down^R
• Twister - Shoots out a small tornado which homes in on a target, knocking them around and causing them to drive backwards with reversed controls for a while^R

Special Moves

• Flies forward, spinning to attack nearby opponents^ZG
  • This is their super move in All-Stars Racing Transformed as well^R
• Their Nightopian special move causes the tennis ball to spiral through the air after being hit for a short while, with their opponent being teleported around the court if they manage to return the shot^T

Other

• Breaks off an enormous Sigma's finger, presumably through a paraloop^SH
  • Destroys Storm Eagle with a paraloop^SU
• In All-Stars Racing Transformed, NiGHTS acts as their own car, boat, and plane, transforming between forms as necessary, while being driven by a Nightopian^R
  • Like this, they can gain a speed boost by drifting^R
• Increases the size of their head to shock nearby opponents as an attack^SR
• After gathering a spray can, changes the colour of a ball they hit, allowing it to fill a graffiti tag outline with that colour^T
• After gathering a sponge, changes the colour of a ball they hit and allows it to clean up a graffiti tag it hits^T

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So im going to be painting my friends Deathgaurd army this weekend. Nothing too fancy, just some airbrush colours washes and highlights. I want to hide some orky references in his army though. I'm thinking under some of the tanks I'll put some ork graffiti. One of them is missing a head so I'll put an orks head in there. Any other ideas?

Hello, first time selling on here. I am trying to make room in my collection for vinyl that I listen to more. Shipping from Ohio. 5 flat shipping within CONUS for 1-3 records. Ask about shipping prices elsewhere if interested. Thanks for looking
Artist/Title/media grading/sleeve grading
AJR - Neotheater, black , NM/NM - $55
Autoheart - The Heartbreaker EP, cerulean, NM/NM - $20.00
Bright Light Bright Light And Elton John - I Wish We Were Leaving, NM/NM - $15

• in great shape. Played maybe once or twice only.

~~Britney Spears - Oops!...I Did It Again, NM/NM - $50~~ SOLD

• Urban Outfitters Exclusive Purple and White Swirl

Charli XCX - How I'm Feeling Now, VG+/VG+ - $35

• Limited yellow pressing. Played less than 5 times. I'm the original owner. Hyper stickers transferred to outer sleeve along with the original barcode sticker. Sounds and looks great!

Cub Sport - Jesus At The Gay Bar, NM/NM - $25

• in great shape

Dolly Parton - Just Because I'm A Woman, VG+/NM - $47

• purchased sealed a few years ago. Pristine outer sleeve with only a few slight scuffs. Vinyl plays well, but has a bit of background noise. No pops heard

Dolly Parton - Just Because I'm A Woman, VG+/VG - $25

• Music on Vinyl 180g on black vinyl. original outer sleeve with sticker. Plays great overall. Seam splits at top and along spine. Slight corner dings. Large crease on bottom right of cover.

Dolly Parton - Run Rose Run, NM/NM - $40

• Misprint from Dolly's store

Donovan - Mellow Yellow, NM/NM - $17

• 180g black vinyl. Great album, just doesn't get played.

Erasure - Ne:Ep, NM/NM - $17

• RSD23 Purple vinyl. includes CD

Joe Hisaishi - Soundtrack of My Neighbor Totoro, NM/NM - $50

• played once. green vinyl

Kailee Morgue - Girl Next Door, NM/NM - $55

• Red-colored vinyl

Lemon Demon - Spirit Phone, NM/NM - $35

• Skull Mansion edition

~~Marina & The Diamonds - Froot, NM/VG+ - $old ~~
~~Marina - Love + Fear, NM/NM - $old ~~
Max - Colour Vision, VG+/VG+ - $30

• translucent Yellow

New York City Gay Men's Chorus - New York, New York, VG+/G - $5

• overall wear to jacket, but vinyl still plays great.

~~Olivia Rodrigo - Sour, NM/NM - $old

• Target Exclusive alternate cover and blue vinyl

Omar Apollo - Stereo, NM/NM - $35

• Graffiti Records exclusive burgundy and white marble

Phoenix - Alpha Zulu, NM/NM - $10

• Urban Outfitters Exclusive blue vinyl. played once

Poppy - A Very Poppy Christmas, NM/NM - $50
Robyn - Body Talk Pt. 1, VG+/VG+ - $60

• orange vinyl

~~Rosalía - Motomami, NM/NM - $20~~ SOLD

• red vinyl

Sofi Tukker - Wet Tennis, NM/NM - $20

• black vinyl

~~Stromae - Multitude, NM/NM - $30~~ SOLD
Tom Grennan - What Ifs & Maybes, NM/NM - $15
Various - Mind Of A Genius Vol. 1, NM/VG+ - $5

• RSD2017 compilation of electronic/house artists, including 2 tracks by Zhu

Years & Years - Communion, NM/NM - $40

• Urban Outfitters exclusive 180g black vinyl in gatefold sleeve

Zhu - The Nightday EP, VG/VG+ - $75

• 2022 repress, black. Ding in corner. Skipped on last track, but cleared with decreasing drag