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That Weird part of Youtube

2013.03.01 07:11 PrimePhreak That Weird part of Youtube

It was a fun start, but the fruits gone bad. https://www.reddit.com/DeepIntoYouTube/ always did it better. Go there, and leave this corpse to seed.
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2011.10.18 23:25 cjb6714001 Showerthoughts

A subreddit for sharing those miniature epiphanies you have that highlight the oddities within the familiar.
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2024.05.14 13:24 adulting4kids Befriend The Blank Page Part Three

Writer's Block? Befriend the Beast: Pro Tips to Turn Blockades into Bestsellers (With Prompts So Crazy They Might Work)

Ah, writer's block. That ever-present nemesis, the blank page's evil twin, the creativity-sucking gremlin that haunts every writer's dreams (or lack thereof). But what if I told you writer's block isn't your enemy, but a misunderstood ally? A twisted muse, a forced sabbatical from the mundane, a chance to shake things up and unleash your inner writing gremlin in the most productive way possible?
Befriending the Block:
Professional authors know the struggle is real. Here's what they say about turning blockades into stepping stones:
Now, let's get insane with prompts that will have your muse doing a double take:
1. Genre Blender: Combine two wildly different genres. Write a historical romance with zombies, a cyberpunk detective novel set in ancient Rome, or a space opera with a grumpy cat detective as the protagonist.
2. Alternate Reality: Imagine your story taking place in a world obsessed with something ridiculous. Think "everyone communicates only through emojis" or "unicorns are the primary mode of transportation."
3. Flash Forward, Way Forward: Skip to the very end of your story. Write the final scene, then work your way back, filling in the gaps with the most outrageous plot twists imaginable.
4. Dream Weaver: Describe a bizarre dream in excruciating detail. Then, analyze it like a cryptic message from your subconscious, using it as the foundation for your story.
5. Character Chaos: Write a scene where your characters are forced to switch bodies (think Freaky Friday, but with your characters). How does it change their perspectives? What hilarious misunderstandings ensue?
6. Found Object Frenzy: Grab the weirdest thing you can find (rusty spork, deflated balloon animal, taxidermied squirrel) and write a story centered around it. Bonus points for incorporating its bizarre history.
7. Unsolved Mystery: Choose a real-life unsolved mystery (Jack the Ripper, the Bermuda Triangle) and write a fictional account from the perspective of the perpetrator or a hidden witness.
8. Headline Hijinks: Rip a random headline from the news and turn it into the most outlandish story you can imagine. Aliens behind the stock market crash? Sentient self-driving cars waging war on pigeons? Go wild!
9. Animal Antics: Write your story entirely from the perspective of an animal character. A grumpy cat narrates a love triangle, a wise old owl dispenses philosophical advice, a hyperactive squirrel chronicles a daring heist.
10. Time Travel Tango: Send your characters on a time travel adventure with a twist. They can't change the past, but their actions have unforeseen consequences in the present. Think butterfly effect on steroids.
Remember, these prompts are just springboards. Let your imagination run wild, embrace the absurd, and don't be afraid to delve into the depths of your weirdness. You never know what hidden gem you might unearth from the rubble of writer's block. So, unleash your inner gremlin, write with abandon, and remember: sometimes, the best stories are born from the most unexpected places. Now get writing, you beautiful block-busting wordsmiths!
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2024.05.14 05:56 Revolutionary-Art902 does jerking off to furry porn make me a furry or is it the butt plug tail ive been hiding in my ass from everyone for 4 years?

so ive been in school for 4 years now, and have been struggling with my identity. I occasionally get real freaky to furry porn, i get so turned on when they bark until they absolutely explode over one antother. I wear a tail butt plug in my ass everyday in class, and every time the chair moves i just wanna scream and bust absolutely everywhere. The sound of animals turns me on but not bestiality, that's just gross. I want to be able to express myself more openly by wearing more animal themed clothes to class, but am worried as to the reactions i will receive. I'm very new to this lifestyle and was hoping someone out there could give me any advice, furry to furry. #furry #furryporn #furrysex
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2024.05.13 17:21 REV-THANATOS I would also like to add, that if you need to report and get a creep banned from the sub, you can submit the evidence using this flair and we'll review it.

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2024.05.13 16:38 kuigen My personal songs chart Top 50

My personal songs chart in April 27, 2024
  1. Wait - Maroon 5 {+2}
  2. Push Ups - Drake {New}
  3. Lady Killers II (Christoph Andersson Remix) - G-Eazy {+4}
  4. I Don't Wanna Wait - David Guetta & OneRepublic {-3}
  5. Mine - Bazzi {-1}
  6. Too Sweet - Hozier {-4}
  7. Tumblr Girls (feat. Christoph Andersson) - G-Eazy {-1}
  8. Freaky Friday (feat. Chris Brown) - Lil Dicky {+4}
  9. Hey, Soul Sister - Train {-4}
  10. Odd Numbers - UmedaCypher {-1}
  11. Someone New - Hozier {-1}
  12. Pumped Up Kicks - Foster The People {New}
  13. Outskirts - Sam Hunt {+1}
  14. Loveit - PinocchioP {New}
  15. (Not) A Devil - DECO*27 & PinocchioP {-4}
  16. QUIT!! - HARDY {-3}
  17. Fireflies - Owl City {+1}
  18. Ladyfingers - Herb Alpert & The Tijuana Brass {New}
  19. Famous Friends - Chris Young & Kane Brown {+10}
  20. Mmhmm - BigXthaPlug {+1}
  21. I Don't Want To See Tomorrow - Nat King Cole {+1}
  22. Act Naturally - Buck Owens {New}
  23. Take Me To Church - Hozier {-15}
  24. i like the way you kiss me - Artemas {+7}
  25. Brotherhood of Steel - Ramin Djawadi {New}
  26. Drunk On A Plane - Dierks Bentley {-2}
  27. Beer For My Horses (feat. Willie Nelson) - Toby Keith {-7}
  28. Huntin’ Wabbitz - J. Cole {New}
  29. obsessed - Olivia Rodrigo {New}
  30. Man Made A Bar (feat. Eric Church) - Morgan Wallen {-5}
  31. Play It Again - Luke Bryan {-14}
  32. Who's Your Daddy? - Toby Keith {-17}
  33. Fine By Me - Andy Grammer {-14}
  34. Creatures in Heaven - Glass Animals {-4}
  35. Nightcrawler (feat. Swae Lee & Chief Keef) - Travis Scott {-12}
  36. My First Kiss (feat. Ke$ha) - 3OH!3 {-9}
  37. Cruise - Florida Georgia Line {-11}
  38. Eyes Closed - Imagine Dragons {-6}
  39. Champagne Moments - Rick Ross {New}
  40. Lovers In A Past Life (with Rag'n'Bone Man) - Calvin Harris {New}
  41. One Foot - WALK THE MOON {-7}
  42. Classic - MKTO {-1}
  43. Red Solo Cup - Toby Keith {-15}
  44. Ain't It Fun - Paramore {-6}
  45. Take Her Home - Kenny Chesney {-2}
  46. Fortnight (feat. Post Malone) - Taylor Swift {New}
  47. 02.02.99 - That Mexican OT {-2}
  48. I Wanna Talk About Me - Toby Keith {-8}
  49. Beers On Me (feat. BRELAND & HARDY) - Dierks Bentley {-5}
  50. Me, Myself & I - G-Eazy & Bebe Rexha {-14}
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2024.05.12 22:58 6ix3eet freaky rule

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2024.05.12 22:55 Honest_Permission404 The internet was scary back then... Here's a list of what scared them

  1. 9/11
  2. Adolf Hitler
  3. Agamemnon Counterpart
  4. Arnold Takes his Helmet off in Space
  5. Baby Face (Toy Story)
  6. Baby Laugh'a'lot
  7. Ben Drowned
  8. BND
  9. Burgers and Fries the Cat
  10. Cartoon (NSPCC)
  11. Coraline
  12. Dark Harvest/Bolongius Maximus (Invader Zim)
  13. Dead Bart
  14. Dining Room or There is Nothing
  15. Don't Hug Me Im Scared
  16. Earthbound
  17. ELH (Luigi's Mansion)
  18. Evil Leafy (BFDI)
  19. Family Guy
  20. Feel Good Inc
  21. Five Nights at Freddy's
  22. Flapjack's Cat
  23. Freaky Fred
  24. Frybo
  25. Giygas
  26. Godzilla Game NES
  27. Gory Stickman Fight Animations
  28. Goosebumps
  29. Happy Tree Friends
  30. Herobrine
  31. I Ate a Baby For Dinner (Sims)
  32. I Don't Wanna Play With You Anymore (Toy Story 2)
  33. I Feel Fantastic
  34. I'm Not Tommy/Stu
  35. Jack in the Box Jack gets Ran Over by Bus
  36. Jimmy Neutron's Happy Family Hour
  37. K-Fee Car Commercial
  38. Klasky Csupo Splaat Logo
  39. Kool Aid Killer
  40. Lavender Town
  41. Let Me Hear Your Warcry
  42. Luigi's Mansion Beta Build Game Over Screen
  43. Mad Piano (Mario 64)
  44. Mario 64 1995 Build
  45. Mario Sunshine Commercial
  46. Max Headroom Hijack
  47. Missingno
  48. Oz from Wizard of Oz
  49. Peppa Pig and the Bacon
  50. Pico's School
  51. Popee the Performer
  52. PS3 Baby Commercial
  53. Rat Exterminator Ad (Garfield Show)
  54. Red Mist
  55. Roblox John Doe
  56. Salad Fingers
  57. Scary Ghost Caught on Tape
  58. Scary Maze Game
  59. Scotland against Drugs - Photograph PSA
  60. Slenderman
  61. Slendytubbies
  62. Sonic CD Majin Sonic Screen
  63. Sonic.exe
  64. South Park
  65. Special Education Class
  66. SpongeBob Close Ups
  67. Subliminal Messages Girl (Gary Takes a Bath)
  68. Suicide Mouse
  69. SML Movie: The Secret Door
  70. The Eds are Coming (Ed, Edd, n Eddy)
  71. The Foot (Rodrick Rules)
  72. THX Logo
  73. Top Chef PSA
  74. Unagi Eel
  75. Wallace and Gromit The Curse of the WereRabbit
  76. We're like Brothers Only Closer
  77. Weegee
  78. Yelling Creature
  79. Zanta Claws
  80. Zombie Grandpa Phil
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2024.05.12 21:57 Haunting-Band-2763 Hazbin Hotel- E1 S1: Overture (Gender swap)

(An animation shows black and white clouds parting) Charles: (Off-screen) Once upon a time, there was a glowing city protected by golden gates known as Heaven. It was ruled by beings of pure light. Angels that worshipped good and shielded all from evil. Lucy was one of these angels. She was a dreamer with fantastical ideas for all of creation. But she was seen as a troublemaker by the elders of Heaven. For they felt her way of thinking was dangerous to the perder of their world. So she watched as the angels began to expand the universe in their ways. From the dust of Earth, they created Eve (I couldn't think of a female name that looked like Adam) and Lilian. Equals as the first of mankind, but despite this, Eve demanded control and Lilian refused to submit to her will. He fled the garden. Drawn in by his fierce independence, Lucy found him and the two rebellious dreamers fell deeply in love. Together, they wished to share the magic of free will with humanity, offering the fruit of knowledge to Eve's new groom, Adam, who gladly accepted. But this gift came with a curse. For the single act of disobedience, evil finally found its way into Earth. With it, a new realm of darkness and sin. And the order Heaven had worked to maintain was shattered. As punishment for their reckless act, Heaven cast Lucy and her love into the dark pit she had created, never allowing her to see the good that came from humanity, only the cruel and the wicked. Ashamed, Lucy lost her will to dream. But Lilian thrived, empowering demon-kind with his voice and his songs. And as the numbers of Hell grew, so did its power. Threatened by this, Heaven made a truly heartless decision. That every year, they would send down an army, an extermination to ensure Hell and its sinners could never rise against them. But Lilian's hope remained. And his dream was passed down to their precious son, the Prince of Hell. (The prince shuts the "Story Of Hell" book) (On-screen) Don't worry, Dad. I'll make you proud. (He holds a key) Vagner: Charles? Charles: Augh! (The key turns into a cat) Oh, shit. Did you hear all that? Vagner: Uh... Yeah, I was right there. Charles: Sorry. I get worked up after an extermination happens. This story helps. Vagner: (chuckles) I know. Don't worry. I enjoy your theatrics. Are you okay? Charles: I'm fine, just...Thinking, ya know, family stuff. Vagner: Did you hear from your dad yet? (Charles shakes his head saying no) Vagner: Oof. How long has it been now? Charles: Not that long, only...Seven...Years...Off something important, I'm sure. But this kingdom was something he really cared about. Something I care about. Vagner: Well, at least you aren't alone. Charles: I just hope what I'm trying to do here will work. Vagner: It will. I have faith in you. (The cat hopes on Charles) Vagner: All right. Come on. Alice says she has something to show us. (Vagner heads to the door and Charles look out of the window and see Hell on fire and goes) (A commercial plays) Alice: Well, hello there you wayward sinner. Do you like blood, violence and depravity of a sexual nature? Of course you do. That's why you're in Hell! But what would you say there was a place to stay that had none of that? Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel, a misguided path to redemption! Founded five days ago by Lucy's delusional son Charleson Morningstar! Come place your fate in his inexperienced hands as he tries to work through his mommy issues by fixing you! Here, we offer fun thing! Such as somewhat functional staff! And 24 hour Pest Control! Custom rooms, and just look at this tacky parlor! Enjoy riveting conversation with our singular resident. Wow! All this and more at the Hazbin Hotel! You last desperate attempt at salvation starts here. (The tv suits off) Alice: So, what'd ya' think? Vagner: I'm sorry, what the fuck was that?! Charles: Uh, yeah, one note...Alice, I mean...First off, thank you so much for making this, seriously, amazing, but um...maybe the tone is a bit...Off? We want people to want to come here, this makes it look...ummm... Vagner: Bad. The word you're looking for is "bad". Alice: Funny, I was going for hilarious! Vagner: It didn't explain anything about how we're trying to save demons from extermination, which is the whole fucking point. Charles: Vagner is right, Alice. The commercial was to let sinners know we are trying to help them. Alice: Well, my dear, I haven't been active in Hell for some time, and everyone remembers me from my radio show! The proper medium to express oneself! But YOU insisted on this noisy picture box adversiment! So I had a little fun with it. Vagner: Oh, fun? You had a little fun with it? (Stand on the sofa) Well, this is not what we want to represent us. When you showed up here a week ago, you told us you would help run the hotel! Instead, you're mocking us. Nobody's going to want to come to a place that a powerful overlord like you thinks is a waste of time! (A demon on a sofa raises her hand) Vagner: What? Angela: If'n ya filmin' a commercial, can I suggest you take better advantage of the talented celebrity you have right here? Vagner: Angela, you're a porn star. Angela: A famous porn star. I'll have the horniest sinners knockin' these walls down to get in. Vagner: We are not filming a porn as a commercial. Angela: Why not? Sex sells, don't it? I swear if you film me goin' at it with mistress fancy talk-creepy voice here, you'd rollin' in participants willin' to stay at this tacky hotel. Alice: Haha! Never going to happen! Charles: Angela, I appreciate you wanting to use you special skills to, um, attract folks to the hotel, but...I really don't want to exploit you, in that way! Angela: Oh, please, baby. This body was made to be exploited. I got the arms, I got the stamina, I got the legs. I got the lung capacity-- Oh-oh I got the legs! The gag reflex, the holes... (Charles laughs uncomfortably and his phone rings with his mom calling) Angela: The small tits that make everyone think I'm a man... Charle: Uhhh, hold that thought. I'll be right back! (Walks away) Angela: I could keep goin' all night, baby. (Charles breathes and answers the phone) Charles: Hello? Mom? Angela: Hey, I have a question. If freaky face over there is so powerful, then why can't she just make people stay here? Alice: Oh, trust me, (ominously) I can! Hisky: Why the hell do you think I'm here? (The camera goes to Hisky) Hisky: You actually think I'd be cleaning bottles and listening to you fuck's bitches moan all the time if she wasn't forcin' me? Niffter: I like being forced! Hisky: Keep that to yourself, Niff. Angela: What, you don't like being here with me, Whiskers? Hisky: Call me "Whiskers" again and I'll that bottle down your throat. Angela: Kinky. But I like pussies. But keep talkin' dirty. Vagner: Ugh, Angela, let Hisky do her job. And no, we can't force sinners to stay here. They need to choose to. Angela: I'm choosing to be here, and I think is all stupid. We're in Hell, toots. It's kind of the end of the road, ain't it? Vagner: Well, maybe it doesn't have to be. Just because nobody has made it before doesn't mean is not possible. (Angela pust her arm in his shoulder) Angela: Hey, whatever means I can keep crashin' here rent free. Crack is expensive. Charles: (excitedly) Yeah, I acn totally. Yeah, I'll head over there right away...Okay. (Turns off the phone) Hah! YES! YES!!Hahahaha!! Vagner! Holy shit! Vagner: Ahh! What?! Charles: (through closed mouth) Get over here! (Vagner sighs and goes to where Charles is) Vagner: What's going on? Charles: (Inhales) My mom just called. She said that the leader of the Angel Army wants to meet. She asked if I could go instead. (Breathes deeply) Vagner: But... But-- But tbe extermination just happened. What would they want this soon after... Charles: (Singing) I can do this. Somehow, I know it I'll get Heaven behind my plan! Vagner: Charles, hold on. Charles: There's just no way I could blow it. Not this once a lifetime change! Vagner: It's just a meeting. Charles: To change their minds. And touch their hearts. Or whatever angels have. Vagner: This could be bad. Charles: Cheer up, Vagner. This could be swell. Something tells that today will be a happy day in Hell! Vagner: Okay, but just don't... sing to them. Angela: That motherfucker is halfway down the street. Vagner: Is he... Angela: Oh, he's dancin'. Vagner: Ugh, no. Charles: There's a warm fuzzy feeling that wafts through the air! Every street so revealing it's hard not to stare. It's a realm so appealing it beats anywhere! If you don't mind the smell! It's a happy day in Hell! Hi, miss! Demon: Go fuck yourself! Dead Sinner #1: There's a endless trash fire that's burnig my soul! Charles: Hello! Imp: There's a lot of barbed wire to shove in her holes! Charles: Uh, excuse me... Executioner: Doing what is required we all have a role! Dead Sinner #2: I'm not doing well! Ensemble: Another shitty day in Hell! Charles: If I can show them the dream I've dreamed, that any soul can change! Vagner: Those angels minds are hard to change! Charles: Then they know that everyone can be redeemed from the evil to the strange! Vagner: They're bloodthirsty and deranged! Charles: I can hear all their stories, the lost and the displaced! And I know that they're of an acquired taste! But if I open the door and give them a place at my Hazbin Hotel it'll be a happy day in Hell! (Jumps in the back of a truck) From the porn studio where the cinephiles go to watch award winning demon bukkake shows to the Cannibal Town where they don't wear a frown 'cause...Holy shit, ew, my gosh, why?! And I don't give a crow that her brains got in my eye! Cause I know I can spare them from Heaven's genocide! I can do this... Dead Sinner #1: There's an endless trash fire... Charles: I just know it! Dead Sinner #1: That's burnig my soul! Chorus: Ah! Charles: I'll get Heaven behind my plans! There's just no way I could blow it! Demon Sinner #3: I kinda like the barbed wire that's shoved in my hole! Charles: Not this once in a lifetime chance! To change their minds! Trenchcoat Demon: And touch my parts! Charles: Oh...No, thank you. I'm just gonna...Fullfill my destiny! Trenchcoat Demon: Your loss fucker! Charles: I can already tell! Today is gonna be a fucking happy day in Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeell! (Charles enters at the lobby) Charles: Hello? (echoes) Hello? Creepy...(He goes to the reception, rings the bell in the table and a paper and a feather pen appear in front of him) Oh, okay! Also creepy. (Signs the paper) (Elevator doors open, Charles goes to them and enters in a dark room) Charles: Hello? Is anyone here? (The lights turn on) Eve: 'Sup? Charles: Holy shit! (Falls in the floor and gets up) Hi, I'm Charles. My mom asked if I could meet you. Eve: Yeah, I know. Charles: Okay, well, it's nice to meet you. (Stands his hand) Eve: Totally. Nice to meet you, too. (Stands her hand) (Charles hand passes through Eve's hand) Charles: Ahh! Eve: Ha! I fucking got you! Did you fuckin' see that? (Luther shaves his head in yes) Eve: Good shit! Charles: Uh, so wait, you aren't here? Eve: No, you think I'd come down there? (Laughs) No. I mean, I love the vibe, totally, I love your tunes. Pretty fuckin' hardcore, don't get me wrong. But, it's such a bummer, man. Everything down there's just so "eugh" ya know? (Chuckles) Ew. Charles: Right. So I'm happy we got this opportunity to meet. There's a project I've been working on that I really want to talk to you about...(Eve puts her finger in his mouth) Eve: Hey, hey, hey, slow down. We got time. How about we get to know each other, mm? How about some lunch? You hungry? I got you! (Shows a plate with ribs) Here's my personal favourite. You'll love it. My husband's receipe. Charles: Uh, thanks! (His arms passes through the plate of ribs) Eve: (Laughing) I got you again, fucker! Haha fuckin' hilarious! Haha! (Back at the Hazbin Hotel, everyone is at the lobby) Vagner: Okay, so Charles is dealing with something very important, so while he's gone, we are making a new commercial. One that representants his vision and what we're doing here. So we need a camera. Alice? (Alice snaps her fingers and an old camera appears in Vagner's hand) Vagner: a video camera. Alice: Hmm? (Snaps her fingers) (A video camera appears in Vagner's hand) Vagner: All right, let's do this! (Vagner films Angela sitting at the bar) Vagner: And...Action! Hisky: "Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel, can I help you with anything?" Angela: "I've been a bad girl. And I need a big strong mommy to put me in my place...On the path to redemption!" Hisky: Ugh! "Well, you come..." Angela: "Oh yes!" Hisky: (boredly) "To the right place!" Vagner: Cut! Okay, Angela, I need you to be less horny, if possible. And Hisky, can you maybe not have a script in front of your face? Hisky: (Angrily) I ain't no actress, I can't memorize this shit! Angela: Well, we could improve this shit, baby cakes! (Purrs seductively and Hisky push her out of the counter) Ahh! Hisky: Whoops. (Drink a bottle) Vagner: Hisky, come on! (Meanwhile, Charles is bored) Eve: So I was playing this gig, and for some fucking reason this virtue boy was digging on the drummer, and it's like, do you know who I am? I'm fucking Eve. I'm the original pussy! All pussies descend from me. You think you drummer pussy? No way, I'm the Pussy-fucking master! (Eats sloppily) So anyway, then we fucked, and it was awesome. What'd you do this weekend? Charles: Wait, your name is Eve? Like the first woman? That means you...Ohhh...(Enlightened) That explains so much. Eve: I know. I fucking rock. Charles: Well, Eve, ma'am. Mrs. Eve, ma'am. Eve: Call me Pussymaster. Charles: Eve, you seem like a smart...well, stand up girl. Eve: (With the finger in her teeth) Uh-huh. Charles: And I know you are the leader of the angels. And you are a bigger, a revolutionary, a...A genius! Eve: I maen, yout words, babe. Charles: Who would really her name on something. Eve: Fucking love putting my name on shit! Shit's the best! Charles: It's a solution to our biggest problem! Eve: Oh, herpes. Yeah, that's a bitch. Charles: No! Our other biggest problem. Eve: Oh, uh...Ugly people? (Looks the camera) Math? Global warming? Nah, wait that's Earth's problem. Umm... (At the hotel, a bug walks in the floor and a needle tries to stab it) Niffter: Hehehe. Stab. Stab. Stab. Vagner: Alright Niffter. Niffter? Niffter! (Stops him) Your line is "We have the cleanest rooms". Okay? Niffter: Got it. I'm ready. Vagner: (Turns on the camera) Action! (Niffter looks at the camera with his pupil constricted and Angela and Vagner look at him confused) Vagner: Uhh...Cut. (Turns off the camera) (Niffter smiles again) Niffter: (Giggles) How was that? Vagner: Well, Niffter, you actually have to say the line. So let's roll again. Niffter: Okay! Vagner: Action. (Niffter stares deeply at the camera) Angela: You're doing great, Vaginer! Vagner: Cut! Alright, um, maybe wr can try to fix it in the post. Angela: Do you even know what that means? Vagner: (Angrily) I'll figure it out! (In lobby, Vagner is watching the video with the camera connected to the tv) Hisky: (On TV) Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel. (Vagner groans, covers his eyes and Alice appears in his side) Alice: Seems like you're having a bit of trouble there, hm? Vagner: Ugh, esta pendeja...Why are you even here? Alice: For the entertainment! I came here because I love seeing wasteful souls struggle to accomplish something meaningful and fail spectacularly. Like you are doing now! Good job! Vagner: (Turns on the camera) And here is Alastor, the egocentric piece pf shit that... (Alice gets static on the camera and it starts to spark and Vagner screams and knocks the camera down) Alice: I wouldn't try that, my darling. (Sinisterly) This face was made for radio. Vagner: (Gets angry) That's it! I don't care who or what you are! If you are staying here you are going to make this work! Beause it won't be so "entertaining" to watch an empty hotel will it, shitass?! (Turns around and walks away) Alice: Fair enough. I'll tell you what. Let's make a deal. Vagner: Pft! You think I'm that stupid? Making a deal with a demon like you. Alice: Not for your soul, just a simple deal. I do this for you, and you never ask me to engage with this frivolous television technology ever again. Or...Charles can come back to absolutely nothing! Your choice. Vagner: (Sighs) Fine. (Gets the video camera and raises in Alice's hand and green ghosted skulls fly around it) Alice: Now then! (Makes the camera disappear and snaps her fingers) (Angela, Hisky and Niffter, a lot of filming materials and a ghost recording team appear in the lobby and everyone gets tailor clothes) Vagner: Alright, everyone! Let's make a fucking commercial. (Meanwhile) Eve:...When you take him out for the fifth time and he still expects you to pay the check, but you're like, (In deep voice) "Hey I thought you wanted equality"! Charles: (Frustrated) No! Our shared problem of overpopulation in Hell! Eve: (Normal) Ohh! Well, that's not a problem! We got that covered! Luther, how many demons did you kill this year? Luther: Got a good 275 this year, ma'am. Eve: 275? Whoa, badass! Awesome job, danger dick! Pound it. (Punch fists with Lute) Charles: Uh, no, not awesome. Those are my people, you know that, right? Eve: Ohhh, yeah...That must suck for you. Pft...Hahahaha! Charles: But these are souls. Human souls, just the same as the ones you have in Heaven. Luther: They're not the same. They had their chance and they earned damnation. Charles: You're wrong. Sinners made mistakes, sure, but everyone makes mistakes. Luther: Angels don't make mistakes. Charles: You really think that? Luther: I know that. Eve: Yeah, I've never made a mistake in my fucking life. Luther: The only reason you're still here is because Mommy gave you and your Hellborn-kind a pardon from an exorcist blade. How does that feel? To know how little you matter. (Charles shrinks back) Eve: Oops, almost out of time. Guess we should get into it... Charles: Oh! Fuck!...(Get up from the chair) Okay. I've a lot to get through and not a lot of time and I feel like you weren't really hearing before, so here goes. (Clears throat) (Singing) I know Hell's population is out of control. It's a bad situation, it's taking a toll. If we rehabe these sinners and cleanse all their souls at my Hazbin Hotel! (Normal) Wait I'm getting ahead of myself! Right! Extermination! (Singing) I know you guys fly down just to kill once a year. And it must be annoying to schlep all the way here. If they join you in Heaven that trip disappears! You can wave that chore farewell! (Deep breath) It'll be a happy day in... Eve: (Singing) Let me stop you right there, save us all precious time! Charles: (Normal) Okay? Eve: If what you're suggesting is letting them climb! Up the ladder. Oh they rather cross the Pearly Gates! Sorry, sweetie, but there's no defying in their fates! 'Cause Hell is forever wheter you like it or not! Had their chance to behave better now they boil in a pot! 'Cause the rules are black and white there's no use in trying to fight it! They're burning for their lives until we kill them again! Charles: Okay, but... Eve: Just try to chillax, babe, you're wasting your breath! Charles: (Nervously) Hehe... Eve: Did I hear you imply that they deserve death? Are they winners? Are they sinners? 'Cause it's cut and dry! Charles: Actually, if you take a look... Eve: Fair is fair, an eye for an eye! And when all's said and done! (Said and done) There's the question of fun! (Fun) And for those of us with divine ordainment, extermination is entertainment! (Imitates guitar) Guitar solo, fuck yeah! (Imitates guitar) Hell is forever wheter you like or not! Had their chance to behave better now they boil in a pot! Charles: Where all this people come from? Eve: 'Cause the rules are black and white, there's no use in trying to fight it! They're burning for their lives until we kill them again! (materializes a guitar and play it) Fucking Hell is forever and it's meant to suck a lot! So give up your dumb endeavor 'cause you don't have a shot! (Charles groans, his paper gets on fire and his hair moves in the air and horns appear in his head) Eve: Long as I've got your attention, I guess In should probably mention that we made a determination (Shows a contract) To move up the next extermination! Charles: Can't wait a whole year to slaughter those little cunts! (Hold Charles' wrist) I know is just been a week, but we'll be back in six months! (Spins Charles out of the room and plays her guitar) Charles: Um, wait, didn't you...(Goes at the door, but it closes) Awh, shit! (Punches the door) (Charles returns sad to the Hazbin Hotel) Vagner: Charles! (Hugs him) How did it go? Did they listen? Charles: Oh, uh...They sure did...hear it! But, um... Vagner: Oh! Come here. We have something exciting to show you! (Holds Charles to the living room) Alice pulled some strings, and it's about to air. Alice: I pulled a few limbs too! Hahaha! Charles: Wait? The commercial? You all made a new one? Angela: Yeah, one of my better performances, if I do can say so myself. Charles: That's...That's amazing. Angela: Shh! It's starting! Vagner: (On TV) Welcome to the Hazbin Hot... (The TV changes to the 666 News channel and everyone complains) Kallie: (On TV) Breaking news in Hell today! We have just received word from the Heaven Embassy that the next extermination is happening sooner than ever before! Do you know what that means, Tomita? Tomita: No. What does that means, Kallie? Kallie: It means we are all royally fucked! (The clock in an hourglass changes to 176 with everyone screaming) Angela: Wait...What? Why?! (A drone laser scans a headless body of an angel laying in Hell and Eve and Luther see then from the ship) Luther: We found the body, ma'am. They've never managed to kill one of us before. We should just go down there now and destroy them! Eve: No, no. We can't risk them catching on. But don't worry, when we come back, there won't be a demon left to pull a stunt like this again. (Breaks the projector and her eyes and mouth glow in the dark) (The end credits start playing)
Sorry, Vivziepop, I had to
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2024.05.12 15:28 Best_Ranger6071 anime/genshin stores

so i had to make a new post because people thought i was a pedo who wants to do wierd things in anime stores. is there any genshin or anime stores in kuala lumpur that me and my friends could go 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 (and by freaky i mean empty our wallets)
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2024.05.11 15:15 AliceInCookies RayRay Mascots BLANK ROOM SOUP, horror theory, Stolen Babies Push Button

*RayRay Mascots* aka *Stolen Babies* - *BLANK ROOM SOUP* [Viral Promos & Creepypasta Theories]
Video references @ www.youtube.com/watch?v=gD7DcQYbBzk
Allegedly, Blank Room Soup was created by an unknown party who stole the costumes from RayRay's trailer after a show and sent it to Persi in an email.
The video's eerie vibe and lack of context inspired rumors about its origin, including rumors about it being a snuff film from the deep web.
Raymond claims the *Mascots **were **Stolen…*
*The Story Itself\* *RayRay - freaky soup guy [Raymond Persi] (NOVEMBER 2005)* The first video with **Mascots **in 2005 on YT, uploaded by **renaissancemen**.
*Blank Room Soup* also known as *Freaky Soup Guy* refers to a viral creepypasta video of a man with a censored face sitting in an empty room eating chunky soup and crying as a man in a mascot head rubs his back, followed by a second identical man entering and doing the same.
*BLANK ROOM SOUP Leaked\* A man with censored eyes eating a bowl of what we can assume is soup, and Ray abused the this man, because of kicking, and the stories are creepypasta, and it was popular videos online.
*Blank Room Soup\* The earliest available upload of the video was posted to YouTube (https://knowyourmeme.com/memes/sites/...) by renaissancemen on November 26th, 2005 titled "freaky soup guy," gaining over 925,000 views in 16 years (shown below). The video shows a man with a black bar over his eyes eating chunky soup in distress as a man in a black turtleneck with an oversized blank-expression head walks toward him from behind. The mascot-character starts rubbing the man's back, who in turn cries and eats the soup in further distress. A second identical mascot character comes in shortly after and also rubs the man's back as if comforting him. The video ends abruptly. It is unknown if this is the original upload.
Video Recap:
  1. Man is eating slowly. So he is not hungry.
  2. He spilled some of the soup on the table. So it’s probably not very tasty.
  3. His body language is hunched over and doesn’t interact with the two mascots. He is afraid of them.
  4. He cries when they pet him. This reaction can arise from either fear or sadness. Most likely fear, because it seems he doesn’t know them. You don’t show sadness to strangers.
  5. The two mascots wear identical costumes signifying their mutual rank/objective. Accomplices?
  6. When the man can’t eat anymore and seems to vomit/burp, one of the mascots charge him. The video has recorded enough.
  7. The mascots don’t say anything. They do not wish to be identified through visual or auditory clues.
  8. The bowl on the table is a common asian restaurant bowl. The man is wearing a white tank top in dirty condition. He was abducted in his sleep, with no time to change. They also didn’t give him new clothes to wear.
  9. The man is asian in skin complexion.
  10. The two mascots are short in stature (under 5’ 10’’) when standing by the doorway.
  11. The two mascots are not heavy men (probably no more than 150 lbs) based on the way they walk and move themselves around the room.
  12. the man only starts breaking down when the mascots come into the room and not when hes eating
According to an October 16th, 2015 video by YouTuber ReignBot investigating Blank Room Soup, ReignBot messaged Persi through Tumblr to find out the origins of the video. In the response, Persi gives some backstory into RayRay, Persi then says he received an email containing what's now known as Blank Room Soup.
The video uses costumes of RayRay from the performance art group of the same name, consisting of animator Raymond S. Persi and Paul Pistore. Persi is known for his work with Walt Disney Pictures, Wreck-It Ralph (2012), Zootopia (2016) and The Simpsons (1989) among other projects. In 2010, Raymond moved from FOX Studios to Walt Disney Pictures, while working on Wreck-It Ralph.
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2024.05.11 03:42 KillerOrangeCat Three Terrifying True Rural Stories 5/10/2024

Number One: Hiking
There are times in my life where I have spent a lot of time out in the wilderness by myself. It was something I enjoyed when I was younger, and that I can’t do anymore now that I am much older. I do miss most of those days now, but there have been a few instances of things that weren’t very pleasant. Now, I imagine you can think that I have come across my share of scary wild animals or scorpions or things like that. However, that is not what my story is going to be about.
This particular time, I was on a very long hike through the mountains. That was my preferred method of adventure. I was trying to see as much as I could of the outdoors while I was able to, so I would rarely go to the same place twice. This time was my first time ever going through the Appalachian mountains.
The woods in those mountains could still be very thick depending on where you were. I brought a tent with me just in case there was severe weather that would warrant it, but for the most part I just slept outside.
Having done this many times before, I wasn’t really scared of anything out there. I had even had some mild encounters with dangerous animals in the past too. But I never got injured. I showed the animals respect by keeping out of their way and they did also kept out of my way, so there were never any problems. I hunted and fished for most of my food, so I didn’t have food on me to attract animals. So I didn’t worry about things like bears. There were supposedly a lot of black bears in the Appalachian Mountains, but during this trip and subsequent ones, I never came across one.
I was heading south toward a specific area, where I would rejoin civilization and it was slow going. I stayed away from actual hiking trails to keep away from people too. One of the primary goals of these hiking trips of mine was to try and keep away from people as much as possible and just feel something in nature.
When you spend so much time out in the woods, you begin to get habituated to the normal sounds out there. Once you do, you then become hyper aware of anything that sounds like it is out of the ordinary.
About a week and a half after I had disappeared into the mountains, I began getting a little nervous. I began hearing the occasional sound that seemed totally out of place for where I was. There were occasional things like the snapping of twigs that I hadn’t been hearing before. But there was also the absence of noises at times as well. For example, I was hearing a lot less bird noises at certain times.
I went to sleep one night and was woken up by something in the middle of the night. I didn’t know what it was, but normally the noises of the forest didn’t wake me up. I easily went back to sleep again. However, I was woken up by something a couple more times that night before I finally fell asleep and didn’t wake up until morning.
The following day was pretty similar to that day. There was just something that seemed a little off and was bothering me throughout the day. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it and it really was beginning to bug me. I hated the idea of my camping trip getting ruined, especially because whatever was happening, was probably just in my head.
I woke up the following morning after that, after having another night that had multiple interruptions. Fortunately, I was okay not getting a whole lot of sleep, so that didn’t bother me too much. It was just the constant notion that something off that was really bugging me.
That night it seemed like there might be a little rain, so I put my tent up for the night. I did end up raining a little bit, but not too much. I tend to sleep better when it rains outside, so I did sleep like a rock that night.
The following morning, I felt a little stiff so I stayed lying down for a little longer than I usually would. When I finally got out of my tent, I noticed something that scared the hell out of me. There was a really old doll, hanging by its neck from one of the trees right outside of my tent. It was set up in a spot that I would have been sure to see it the moment that I stepped out of the tent. And I knew that it hadn’t been there the night before.
For the first time since everything had begun feeling off, I actually began feeling a little scared. I suspected that the reason I had been feeling off was because I was getting the feeling that I was being watched. Of course, now that feeling had been amplified. Someone had to have been watching me in order to have set that up. Plus, their message was pretty clear.
I wasn’t really sure what I could do about it, however. I had a general map of the area and I decided to detour toward a road. It would take me a while to get there, but I figured it was the safest thing to do. Someone was obviously hostile and did not want me in that area.
It took me about a day to make it to the road. All the time, I kept having that weird off feeling. All the time, I felt like someone was watching me. I didn’t even feel comfortable when I did make it back to the road.
I don’t know if I kept going the way I had been going if I would have come across something I wasn’t supposed to see. But there was some reason that someone really didn’t want me in that area and I got their message loud and clear.
Number Two: Old House
When I was growing up, we lived in a rural home that was probably an hour away from the elementary school that we attended. We would catch the bus to school every morning, but the bus did not come down the gravel road that we lived on. We would have to get up early in the morning, when it was still dark outside and after getting ready for school, we would have to walk to along the road until we came to the paved road. That is where the bus would pick us up and take us to school. It was usually still dark out when the bus would pick us up and we would watch the sun come up as the bus took us to school.
There weren’t a whole lot of houses along that walk, either. There was only one small one that had another student living in it. This was my friend Jeff who was my best friend throughout my school years. He would meet us when we walked by his house and walk with us all the way to the bus stop.
There was an even older house, though, that we walked by but it was abandoned. It was boarded up and according to my parents, no one had lived in that house for a very long time. We were forbidden to go and explore it because our parents said that it was very old and could be dangerous. We used to go exploring in the woods around the house quite often, which is why I suppose they thought we might try exploring the house too.
When I was 11 years old, I was walking to the bus stop with Jeff. As we were passing by the house, I noticed something really strange. It looked like there was light coming from the second story of the house. I could have sworn that I saw a figure in the second story window, looking out through the curtain. The house was maybe fifty feet back from the road, so it was possible that I wasn’t seeing it correctly. Jeff claimed that he didn’t see anyone himself, but I was pretty sure of it.
I don’t know why it is, but the idea of someone living in an abandoned house was sort of frightening to me. I became nervous as I would walk by the house, but really only in the mornings when it was dark outside. In the afternoon, walking home, all of that fear would go away and I never noticed anything. So, I thought that perhaps in the morning my imagination might have been overactive and I tried my best to leave it at that.
That was until one day, when Jeff’s cousin was riding the bus home with us and got off at our stop. He was going to be staying the weekend over at Jeff’s house. Jeff had told his cousin (who I cannot recall the name of) that I had thought there was someone in the house. So, his cousin thought we should check it out on the walk home.
If any of us were scared to do this, and I know that I definitely was, no one said anything about it. The yard was very unkempt and the driveway was there, but it had been grown over a bit. But the three of us walked up in and to the house.
We stopped not too far from the entrance to the house. It had three steps leading up to a very old porch. I kept looking up at the window, trying to see if I could see the figure that I had been seeing up in the window. But I didn’t see anyone.
Jeff and his cousin dared me to go up on the porch and knock on the door. There was nothing that I wanted to do less, but I couldn’t wuss out in front of those guys. So I decided to just do it and get it over with.
I did take my time walking up the steps to the house, but knew I shouldn’t take too long. Finally, I knocked on the door really fast. I heard a noise that startled me and I ran back to my friends, who were laughing pretty hard. Jeff’s cousin had thrown a rock at the house to scare me and that was the noise that I had heard. I remember pretending to think it was funny but it had scared the hell out of me.
But when all three of us looking back at the house, for one moment, we caught someone looking out of the front window at us. We only saw them for a second before they moved quickly away from the window.
We were only 11, so we were pretty freaked out and ran away from the house. We still had vivid imaginations at that age, and thought that it might be a ghost or a crazy person living in the house.
If that wasn’t scary enough, later that evening Jeff came over to my house. I was surprised that he did because it was so late and was dark out, but we often hung out after dark. But what he told me surprised me. The old house was on fire. He wanted me to come and see it.
Well, my whole family went, actually, and he was right. The house was burning down on the exact day that we had seen someone in it. This, of course, made us begin to wonder if whoever was in the house had something to hide and they burnt the house down once they had been discovered. I don’t know.
The whole thing might not have been really scary, but it definitely was very creepy. There wasn’t a body or anything found in the house, so whoever it was must have burned it down and left. We never did find out who it was.
Number Three: Corn Road
When I first began driving, I was actually about 19 years old. I hadn’t had an interest in driving before that, so I didn’t do it until it became a necessity for me to do. In the beginning, I was really awful when it came to knowing where I was going. I would get lost a whole lot. My sense of direction is much better now, but it took a while before it got to be much better.
My first really significant time getting lost was the scariest one of them all, however. I lived in the suburbs and had to take the freeway into the city for something. It sucked because I had never driven on the interstate before and I was a bit terrified. I did, however, get to the city and get my errand taken care of. Then, I was just as eager as can be to get back on the interstate and back to the suburbs.
Now, I didn’t realize, however, that I had gotten on the wrong interstate going home. They both started with the same number, so in my driving naivety at the time, assumed that I had taken the correct way. I was also so very focused on the driving and the other cars that I didn’t notice right away that the surroundings were different than the ones I had been on before. I didn’t know all of the exits, either, except the one that I was looking for that was close to where I was living at the time. So, I kept looking out for it.
But as I kept driving and driving, my exit never showed up. I started getting a little worried at first, but it wasn’t until I had driven a whole hour and a half that I began panicking. I hadn’t come across my exit yet and had no idea where it was. It wasn’t until I came across a sign with an exit to a town that I knew was over a two hour drive from where I lived that I realized that I had taken the wrong way.
I wasn’t sure what to do. However, I knew that I had driven out west and that I had to go east in order to get back home. So, I found a exit going east and decided to take that road and see how far it could get me. Sure, it wasn’t the greatest plan in the world but this was long before we had mobile phones that told us which way to go. It was the only thing that I could think of that would get me at least back in an area that would eventually lead me back home.
It’s amazing how such rural areas can exist around and so close to suburban and urban areas. The road I took first took me through a really small town. But after I got through the town, it was very rural. I was driving through cornfields, which I had never even seen before. But still, I found driving that way much more comfortable than I did driving on the interstate.
However, as the drive went on and on, I began to get uncomfortable for some reason. I think it was because I felt so amazingly alone on the road. I wasn’t coming across any other cars and the only lights that I had were from my headlights. I kept looking up into the rearview mirror and I was worried that I wasn’t seeing anything behind me due to the darkness. The whole experience was really unnerving.
As I was driving, I noticed something up ahead of me. There was something sticking out of one of the cornfields. I kept trying to figure out what it was as I got closer and closer, but it wasn’t until I came right up upon it that I made out what it was. There was a car that was sticking front end first into the corn.
I drove past it but slowed down a bit. I began thinking about how long the car might have been there. I then thought about how there were barely any cars on the road that night and began wondering if someone had recently crashed their car. Someone else might not have come along to help them since the road was so empty. I then began thinking about whether someone might be injured in the car, and that worried me.
I turned around and decided to drive back to the car. I wanted to try and help someone if they needed help. I drove past the car one more time going the other way, then I turned around and pulled up on the side of the road. I had to get my car all the way off of the road, and there was a ditch between the road and the corn. So, I couldn’t have my headlights shining on the car. I had to get a flashlight out of my trunk in order to see anything really.
My flashlight wasn’t great but I was able to see enough to get not trip or fall over anything. None of the cars lights were on, either, so I didn’t have that to help me. I just kept hoping that no one had been hurt.
I awkwardly made it over the ditch and went to walk over by the car. I did feel pretty nervous approaching the corn in the dark like that. It was just so quiet and so dark out there, I had a bit of an ominous feeling about it. I was mostly hoping that there was no one in the car. It definitely looked like it had crashed into the corn. There were tire tracks that ran through the ditch and then up to the car itself. That worried me because if they had gotten help, likely the car would have also been towed. But since it was sitting in front of me, I completely expected to see someone dead on the driver’s seat.
I got up to the car and shined my flashlight into the driver’s window. To my relief, though, no one was in the seat. I looked throughout the rest of the car and still didn’t see anyone. I relaxed, thinking that whomever had wrecked the car at least walked away from it fine. Perhaps they had gotten a ride into town or something and would be coming back. I could just get back to my car and then go on my way.
“Get away from my fucking car!” I suddenly heard a voice scream from the direction of the corn. It was so loud and sounded so freaky that I turned around and almost fell down on my butt. I had to grab the car for leverage so I wouldn’t fall over.
“I told you to get away from my fucking car!” the voice repeated.
I shined the flashlight into the corn just in time to see a man coming out of the corn to the front of the car. He slammed his hands down on the hood of the car and repeated again what he said to me. He absolutely seemed angry as hell.
I tried telling him I was sorry, but I found myself at a loss for words. He began to come around the car and my fear got the best of me at that point. I turned around and ran back toward my car. I stumbled a few times, but was able to catch myself.
When I got into my car, I looked over and noticed that the guy had opened his car door. He had something in his hand and he was coming toward me.
Before he could get over the ditch, though, I started my car back up and got it into drive. The man nearly made it to my car before I was able to speed away from him. I looked back in my mirror to see something in the red taillight than shined behind me, but nothing I could make out.
It took me a long time to calm down. I was so freaked out that I kept expecting the guy to pop up out of my backseat and try to grab me. Yeah, I know that is supernatural horror movie nonsense, but I was pretty shaken up.
It took me a while to calm down and even a longer time before I was able to finally make it to familiar territory. I don’t know why that guy was so angry, but he scared the daylights out of me.
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2024.05.11 03:11 flippenphil (Offer) 50 rare & uncommon additions (Request) Bodies Bodies Bodies, the Marvels 4K, Poor Things, Priscilla, Sound of Freedom, the Untouchables, the whale, wish 4k, Devotion, Easter Sunday, the machine, redeeming love, Tin Cup, Trick r' Treat xml, Young Sherlock Holmes, New Releases & OFFERS

Updated: 05/11/2024
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2024.05.10 08:27 latterdaydante i’m always on the hunt for more of these

i’m always on the hunt for more of these
this is unironically one of my favorite genres and i know i’m missing some good ones.
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2024.05.10 06:31 Honest_Permission404 Childhood Trauma

Gen Z's childhood trauma
Oz from Wizard of Oz, Adolf Hitler, BND, Baby Laugh'a'lot, Special Education Class, THX Logo, Godzilla Game NES, Max Headroom Hijack, Arnold Takes his Helmet off in Space, I'm Not Tommy/Stu, Earthbound, Giygas, Sonic CD Majin Sonic Screen, Goosebumps, Baby Face (Toy Story), Mario 64 1995 Build, Lavender Town, Missingno, South Park, Mad Piano (Mario 64), Unagi Eel, Zombie Grandpa Phil, Pico's School, I Don't Wanna Play With You Anymore (Toy Story 2), SpongeBob Close Ups, Family Guy, Klasky Csupo Splaat Logo, Scotland against Drugs - Photograph PSA, Freaky Fred, I Ate a Baby For Dinner (Sims), Popee the Performer, 9/11, We're like Brothers Only Closer, Subliminal Messages Girl (Gary Takes a Bath), ELH (Luigi's Mansion), Luigi's Mansion Beta Build Game Over Screen, Dark Harvest/Bolongius Maximus (Invader Zim), Cartoon (NSPCC), Mario Sunshine Commercial, Scary Maze Game, I Feel Fantastic, Salad Fingers, Feel Good Inc, Wallace and Gromit The Curse of the WereRabbit, Blank Soup Room, K-Fee Car Commercial, Burgers and Fries the Cat, Happy Tree Friends, PS3 Baby Commercial, Gory Stickman Fight Animations, Scary Ghost Caught on Tape, Dining Room or There is Nothing, Roblox John Doe, Yelling Creature, Zanta Claws, Top Chef PSA, Weegee, The Eds are Coming (Ed, Edd, n Eddy), Kool Aid Killer, Slenderman, Jack in the Box Jack gets Ran Over by Bus, Suicide Mouse, Coraline, Rat Exterminator Ad (Garfield Show), Ben Drowned, Evil Leafy (BFDI), Dead Bart, Red Mist, Flapjack's Cat, Frybo, Let Me Hear Your Warcry, Herobrine, Sonic.exe, Don't Hug Me Im Scared, The Foot (Rodrick Rules), Slendytubbies, Jimmy Neutron's Happy Family Hour, Five Nights at Freddy's, Peppa Pig and the Bacon, Agamemnon Counterpart, SML Movie: The Secret Door
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2024.05.10 01:41 Embarrassed_Chest76 Sex is binary (mammals are gonochoric)

The asswipe junior-high genius "mod team" over at the ridiculously anti-intellectual s(k)eptic sub decided to invent a reason to ban me today, so I can only assume my argument for this particular point lands just a little too well for TQ+ comfort. So I'm going to say it loud and clear right here:
Sex is binary.
It's not ♂️, ♀️, and intersex. It's not a bimodal distribution. It is binary. All intersex people are mammals, and all mammals are gonochoric, meaning every individual is precisely and permanently one or the other sex.
Not all animals are strictly gonochoric the way mammals, birds, and insects are. The alternatives are (1) hermaphroditism and (2) some circumstance-driven combo of hermaphroditism and gonochorism.
The technical reason ovotesticular disorder is no longer called "true hermaphroditism" is because, being a gonochoric species, humans are incapable of hermaphroditism. The word has a specific scientific meaning: hermaphroditism is when a single organism plays both male and female reproductive roles, either sequentially (iow switching roles) or simultaneously. Some hermaphrodites can self-fertilize; others require a second hermaphrodite to double-fuck (earthworms do this and it is freaky).
It is worth noting that even in the case of hermaphroditism, sex is still completely binary. Any animal that reproduces plays the mother and/or father role; there are no other roles.
Trans people these days seem largely unaware of the fact that literally no intersex people are hermaphrodites, nor that many of us consider the term a slur. Since the only options for sexual reproduction on Earth are gonochorism, hermaphroditism, or a mixed/switching system, anyone who denies human gonochorism and uses intersex people to make their point is effectively declaring us at least part-time hermaphrodites. 💀
Over and over again, I see XXY trotted out as a binary-breaking gotcha, as though being an anatomically and hormonally feminized man makes me something other than a man. This is not too surprising, as it is an article of trans faith that anatomically and hormonally feminized men are literally women. The fact that intersex men are men does not easily coexist with the belief that trans women are women. Too bad; shoulda stuck to gender, I guess, because sex is our turf (with a u). I refuse to be "Assigned Hermaphrodite at Middle Age" so that transfems can have both their gender AND sex wishes come true. Intersex rights are human rights too. We will not be erased.
Of course I can appreciate the fact that, being gender-nonconforming by birth (though all too often forced into conformity by medicine), some intersex folks might welcome the new bimodal sex pseudoscience. I 100% get that: a man I will always be, but manly never. I don't fuck with girly girls, nor they with me—just give me a tomboy (tomman?) with PCOS! 😁
And I believe as strongly as I believe anything that nobody should ever force anyone—trans, intersex, whoever—to be either gender- or sex-conforming. Free to be you and me, y'all.
But you can't really be gender non-conforming without a sex whose gender roles you subvert. Plus, the biological facts are non-negotiable: all mammals are strictly gonochoric, and all reproductive sex is binary anyway, whether that happens to be ♂️AND♀️, ♂️OR♀️, or ♂️AND/OR♀️. Nobody should be making us conform to our sex, but that doesn't mean we don't have one (and only one). That's Mother Nature's call, not ours.
Oh, and to all the fashy lurkers thinking I'm being transphobic: FUCK YOU, vile interphobic scum... eso es por mi gente.
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2024.05.09 15:51 karenvideoeditor The Zoo [Part 3]

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I’m back, still alive!
So, I saw another animal, but first, let me talk about my discussions with Andrew. He seemed relieved that I wanted to stay on after meeting Miss Giant Spider. There were several occasions that she was the reason a new night security person had quit, mostly because she was often the first to come say hello once we were able to see her. She was social, or at least the version of social that things like her could be.
At that, Andrew told me he’d decide to resume tours. Apparently I’ve been doing so well, and I’d handled meeting Yui with such grace (I didn’t tell him I almost pissed my pants) that he figured I’d be sticking around. He was right, of course. And it was encouraging enough to hear it from him that I got a little boost of self-confidence. I know y’all are probably older than me, but this is my first real full-time job, so that was really cool to hear from him.
I know continuing to work here does make me the world’s biggest hypocrite considering my pet peeve of people who lack common sense, but it seems the universe found my weakness. I can’t help it. I’m a wildlife biologist at heart and these animals are devastatingly fascinating, and if I quit I wouldn’t be able to learn all about them. I’m hoping Andrew will eventually let me ask Suzanne for books about them, from wherever they’re from. Plus, the scariest thing I’d ever seen in my life didn’t kill me, so maybe I can put this in the ‘common sense win’ column, hm? The spider wanted to eat me, she didn’t eat me, therefore the wards are solid and she can’t eat me. Right? I’m going with that.
Apparently Roger, the last guy who ran the night shift, ran a tight ship. He interacted with the animals on a purely basic level, never falling for their tricks, never getting killed or even hurt. Some of his job, and therefore what was becoming my job, was ensuring that the animals were doing well. This meant he needed to be able to see all of them, and so once they realized he’d reached his limit at eight, Suzanne did some wand-waving (no, I don’t know if she has a wand, I’m being facetious), and he could see the rest. According to Andrew, that had something to do with letting our minds stretch and reach its natural limits before stretching it further.
Most nights I arrive early, just before Andrew leaves, and I ask him questions I have. After seeing Yui’s human form, I did ask Andrew about her intelligence, but he just smiled and shook his head. He explained that there were dogs smarter than any the animals at the zoo, at least when you were comparing them to levels of human intelligence. Her appearance was just a disguise and her polite words to me were intelligence of an impressive border collie the filtered through the skill of a parrot. I wouldn’t be able to converse with her on any real level.
However, saying all of that lacks accuracy, because comparing animals to humans always leaves out quite a bit. For example, humans realized ants can figure out where they are and where to go from the position of the sun, while humans would need trigonometry for that. It doesn’t mean ants are capable of learning trig.
Something notable that I brought up with Andrew was enrichment. The layout of the zoo isn’t exactly typical, because for most of the animals, it backs up quite a ways into the forest that surrounds the zoo before ending at a tall fence. That means there’s more of a natural existence for them, and with a lot more space than even the most generous zoo, it likely feels to them like they’re still out in the wild, and they don’t get bored too easily.
That was the reason Andrew gave for having so few enrichment ideas, that they already had space to roam and engaged with plenty of animals including some that burrowed, various birds (and snatching eggs from nests), and climbers like racoons, opossums, and squirrels. The big thing my boss considered enrichment was putting specific live prey like goats or turkeys into the enclosures for some variety, which made sense. But I couldn’t help thinking that it was still important to make like any other zoo and give them some bonus fun occasionally.
When it came to Yui, I asked Andrew if he knew whether she’d prefer something to play with in her human form or her tarantula form. That’s when I learned the human form was a disguise, to get prey to come closer, which was exactly the honey trap of death that my subconscious had imagined it to be. (Yay.) So, she remains a tarantula most of the time.
On that note, did you know many pet tarantulas like ping-pong balls? Check it out on YouTube if you’ve got some time to kill. On that note, I thought it’d be worth a shot to see if Yui liked it.
My first image was of that meme of George R.R. Martin in a giant hamster ball, the person who’d shared it giving the photo a caption that scolded him from goofing off when they wanted him to be writing the next Game of Thrones book. The thing is, that was approximately the right size, but most of those are inflatable. Yui has little claws at the end of her feet, so I needed something plastic. That meant making some calls around to manufacturers (by email, since I was doing this in the middle of the night) for something custom made.
I do have to say, looking to have a giant plastic ball for a huge tarantula to play with had not been on my list of likely things to happen at my new job, but it was highly entertaining. I wish I could have told the people I was emailing, but at least I can tell all of you.
I wrote a list of other enrichment possibilities in my phone, and one morning when I arrived early, I spoke with Andrew about them. It wasn’t much of a list yet, but I’d gotten started from what I knew about Yui and figured I’d throw some other things at the wall to see what stuck.
Andrew did seem iffy about introducing new things, saying, “If it ain’t broke, I don’t like trying to fix it.” But part of my job was allegedly enrichment, according to the job posting. It just seemed like over the decades of the zoo’s existence so far, they counted on prey to be that enrichment. Not that I’m saying they were neglecting the animals, of course; honestly I still have a lot (or rather, everything) to learn about them. But I figured doing the kind of enrichment I’d been taught in my college classes could be great.
“By the way, this might sound stupid, but does Leila need any enrichment?” I asked with a grimace. “I don’t know a lot about ghosts, but I would assume it’s a boring existence. I can only go on stories, and a bored ghost gets into trouble, according to the popular culture.”
Andrew smirked and nodded. “Yeah, they do in films, but this isn’t that kind of situation. With Leila…her soul isn’t actually here. The ghost is more of an echo of her, left behind, imprinted when she was attacked,” he explained.
“Her soul isn’t here,” I repeated. “That’s…interesting.”
“I’m not in charge of the afterlife,” he said with a shrug. “Gratefully, Ripley, I only have to manage this one business. Whatever goes on with that side of things must be more stress than I can imagine and I’d turn down the job if offered, no matter the pay.”
Once I received an email confirming a company’s ability to create a lightweight but solid plastic ball, much like a super-sized ping-pong ball, Andrew approved the purchase of the toy. I was eager to get started on stuff for the other animals, but until I got a good look at them, I felt I didn’t have enough info to go on. And Andrew still didn’t want to educate me on things I hadn’t seen yet, calling it learning on a ‘need-to-know basis,’ since I’m human, so he’ll be waiting before spilling all the weird, freaky beans. I’ll have to be patient.
What he had done was given me a summaries that Roger had written down, but actually they weren’t much help. This was because Roger had a background as a security guard rather than being educated in wildlife, as I did. Andrew said the man had been extremely capable at his job, but looking for someone with a degree this time was a choice he was happy with.
Roger was concise, I’ll give him that. On this list of his, taking Yui as an example, it said ‘spider woman - enclosure 7 - Yui’, along with the animals she liked to hunt. It hadn’t taken him that long to figure out what our animals most enjoyed hunting, mostly from wildlife cameras that were installed in the forestry. They were all omnivores (or rather, you could say they had degrees in being omnivores with a specialization in being a carnivore, because Andrew said they could eat almost anything someone might toss into their enclosure), but some of them had special preferences on top of that.
Another description for animal I hadn’t seen yet was, ‘centaur - enclosure 10 - Arnold’. For any animal that didn’t have a given name (Yui was able to introduce herself, since she’d been named before, I was told), Roger made one up, and Andrew told me that Arnold was named after Arnold Schwarzenegger because he had incredible muscles. Also notable was that he was not a centaur, that was just the closest approximation that Roger’s mind was able to label him, because his most notable feature was that he had no skin. The part of my brain that was a biology major crawled all over that fact, but couldn’t make sense of how it could be beneficial to survival. Then again, since they came from another world, I had no environment on which to base my evolutionary ideas.
Yui has looked out at me from the forest on two more occasions so far, both times in her spider form, though she didn’t attempt communication again. I was extremely grateful, because even as I reminded myself that she hadn’t so much as attempted to hurt me, and that there really was an invisible wall there, I still wanted some more time to get used to her appearance. There was a near certain chance she would love to have me as a meal, just as any predator might, so my hindbrain trembled whenever I saw her. But each time, I reminded myself that this was why I’d been hired, because I showed a healthy amount of fear for the animals. Then I took a deep breath and moved on.
However, I did see another animal on the cameras, and then on a walk, a few days ago. This one wasn’t as terrifying as Yui (though that’s a high bar), but it was freaky. I saw it when I passed the area that led to the small lake, where I’d been told several animals had access from their enclosures bordering it. I zoomed in to get a better look, the cameras doing the impressive job of making the animal many times bigger and perfectly crisp on the screen.
At first glance it seemed like some sort of dog-possum hybrid, the size of a Doberman. Most notable was the hand at the end of its tail, like that of a racoon but larger and with claws. I recall thinking that the animals in our world with prehensile tails have nothing on that. It had small ears and black and grey fur covered its body, but the animal had shaken itself after coming out of the water, and when it had done so, its hair stood up on end like it was infused with static electricity. The thing was, having done that, it looked like the hair down its back had become a mohawk of spines. Wondering if it had the skills of a porcupine, I mentally took in as much information as I could about its appearance.
Later that shift, on another walk through the zoo, I thought I heard an animal crying. I say animal, but if I hadn’t been a major in wildlife biology, I would’ve said I heard a human baby crying. There are a surprising amount of animals that sound like humans shrieking or crying, which can make for a disturbing experience if you live in rural areas with lots of forestry. If someone grew up there, they got used to it. If they were unfamiliar with that weirdness, however, they might get worried some psycho had left a baby in the woods and went looking for the source, but those folks were probably candidates for a Darwin award.
This was definitely an imitation of a human baby crying, and it was spot on. It was coming from Spike’s enclosure, but I just stopped a couple yards from the fence for a long, thoughtful moment before moving on to walk the rest of the zoo, ignoring the sound. Two hours (and therefore two laps) later, it gave up trying to draw me in.
Anyway, the first time I’d seen the animal, I’d returned to the security room, double-checked, and confirmed that this animal was named ‘Spike’ (no points for originality, Roger). Apparently its food of choice was fish, but musing on that didn’t give me many hints as to what it might enjoy as enrichment. Clearly the sound imitation was a form of drawing in prey, so that didn’t help much either. What did give me hints was the fact that, according to Roger’s notes, it was known to not just kill the fish and eat the meat, but also the scales.
In addition, it didn’t just eat fish, but also turtles, lizards, and snakes, and if it killed a human, it had been known to specifically go for our nails and hair before making like a carnivore on the rest of us. That meant keratin was an important element of his diet. So, any fish or reptile made nutritious prey, which was convenient since the lake was stocked regularly and the reptiles were plentiful throughout the forest.
Determined to find something for it to enjoy, though, I considered what its instincts might prompt it to appreciate. That’s the way to go with all enrichment, even for humans. Just think of all the games we play as kids. Hide and seek. Tag. Red light, green light. All things that tested our ability to avoid predators and catch prey. We play these games since we enjoy them, and we enjoy them for a very good reason: our brain gives us happy-hormone feedback because it’s good training for our ongoing survival.
With that in mind, I considered possibly giving it foods that were difficult to eat, to mimic the difficulty of pulling nails and hair out of corpses. I know, it’s a gruesome train of thought, considering I was one of those animals that he’d probably be delighted to snack on, but that’s what happens when you’re in charge of animals like these. I considered things like pomegranates, artichokes, avocados, or pineapple, but definitely nuts like pistachios, pecans, peanuts, and hazelnuts. Its claws were made for attacking prey, but they could also be useful when opening nuts. And I didn’t get a good look at its teeth, but I figured it was similar to a squirrel in that way.
Those items were easy to fetch from a big grocery store, and there was a Walmart on my commute home, so I stopped in to buy some. The cashier was probably confused as to why I was sampling a bunch of things, but I was using the zoo’s business card for this, and didn’t want to overdo it.
I’d asked Andrew if he wanted to get them himself or reimburse me, actually, and he’d just handed me the card. “I doubt you’re the type to head to Vegas,” he’d said with a smile. “Keep it in your wallet for the future and I’ll get another. Just bring me the receipts from your purchases and I’ll file them in the system.”
The diet of the zoo’s animals didn’t wholly consist of animals they hunted. Some was delivered, and near the dumpster was a pile of boxes that had been broken down, so I grabbed one of those and taped it back together to bring the food out to Spike. I put the fruits in, and then a handful of each of the nuts. Then I folded the flaps closed, walked through the zoo over to enclosure four and, from two yards away, lifted the box to my shoulder and chucked it as hard as I could.
The box landed with a thud, and I waited around for a minute but Spike didn’t show, so I headed back to the security room. He’d emerged from the trees shortly after I’d left, wandering over to the box. I pulled up the view of the camera and enlarged it on the screen, zooming in, watching hopefully as he prodded at it. It didn’t take him long to open it, though he used his claws rather than following the strategy of simply unfolding the flaps like a human would have done.
Spike was definitely curious of the variety of new, potentially edible things splayed across the ground. He took a minute to look through them before settling on the pineapple. The spikes seemed to intrigue him, and he used his claws to open up the fruit, carving out a slice. Eating it, I couldn’t really decipher his reaction through facial expressions, but he dropped it and backed up at step before swiping at it with a hand, flinging it yards away, as if it had insulted his mother. So, it seemed he was not fond of it.
The same thing went for the pomegranate and avocado, unfortunately, and I slumped in disappointment, but I was happy to see that the artichoke was one in the win column. He looked like he was enjoying peeling of each leaf individually, and then ate the heart last. By that point I felt like I’d gotten a small sense of reading his body language, and I think he enjoyed the heart.
The smaller foods came next, and I leaned in closer, folding my arms on the desk. The pistachios are what Spike went for first, presumably because the gap between the shells let him get into it pretty quickly. Those were a no-go too, unfortunately, which wasn’t that surprising to me considering their distinctive taste. But when he tried the pecans next? Holy crap, he bounced from foot to foot in an undeniable happy dance, finding the others and gathering them all in a pile.
Cracking each shell open with his claws, he went through every single pecan, one by one, often opening several and eating them together. I leaned back in my chair with a satisfied smile as I watched him go through all of them. After he’d finished them, he moved onto the peanuts, which weren’t appealing, but the hazelnuts were.
My eyes widened when put the nut in between his teeth and chomped down enough to crack the shell. I swore under my breath. Those shells are tough, so that was terrifyingly impressive. And again, the hazelnut was more appealing to him, whatever quality of taste it had prompting him to go through each of them just as he had the pecans.
“So, that was a job well done,” I spoke to myself out loud.
Taking my notepad from my pocket, I added in Enrichment: artichokes, pecans, hazelnuts, on the page that I’d titled Spike and mentally patted myself on the back.
I know it’s unlikely that I can find enrichment items for every animal at the zoo, and Andrew was right that they don’t have typical enclosures, since they have their own little forests. But it was fulfilling to finally use my degree for something, to add something to the life of an animal that didn’t get to hang out with others in its species, as was typical for animals. Or at least was typical for animals on Earth. I figured these things at least had a drive to mate. These things might be terrifying, dangerous cryptids, but they are starting to feel like my terrifying, dangerous cryptids.
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2024.05.08 18:44 NathanHarker_5408 The Death of Haruki Fujita by Nathan Harker: A Short Story

“Wake the fuck up, man.”
Haruki Fujita slipped out of a hallucination. The hallucination was mindless. It featured a name moments before something killed him, extraterrestrial and horrible from head to toe. Slimy and predatory. The most of it cybernetic. He was dying, with blood gushing out of his neck, but that wasn’t what killed him, at least not immediately, because his intestines were pulled out of his stomach, and that was what killed him.
He watched the blue solar panel wing curve outward from the steel hull of the International Space Station, and he frowned bitterly. From the sensation of death, Haruki Fujita had a sickening gut feeling.
“Stefan Bossi!” he cried out, alarmed.
The name lingered in his mind. He remembered it from his hallucination. He idly watched one of his gloves floating across the room and stopped in front of his computer screen. No reason was known to him why he remembered that name; he remembered nothing more. There was a brief rush—he had time to think about programming languages and decoding radio frequencies, though none of the government organizations he hacked into proved extraterrestrial in origin, but Haruki was convinced by the bizarre nature of the sounds. He didn’t really care about the scientists at SETI, many doctors, and the best professors in the world who regarded them as a hoax. And those who didn’t view the evolution of Earth from an intergalactic perspective that was terraformed over billions of years by otherworldly entities.
“Stefan Bossi!” he said again, grabbing the floating glove with his cold hand and looked at it, trying to decide the significance of the name from his hallucination. Instantly he felt his fingers were freezing from the cold. As Haruki watched the storage bay where he was hiding, his fingers slipped into the glove and strapped the Velcro. “Stefan Bossi! Stefan Bossi!” It seemed to be all he could remember.
Even trapped in the confusing vise of the illusion, Haruki felt an intense fear—this was what an extraterrestrial predator looked like while it slaughtered him. It was a look that filled him with horror.
Another radio frequency echoed from his computer, this one echoing like the mating call of a dolphin, and that excited him. With another “Stefan Bossi!” he stared out of the window and watched the sun disappear behind the Earth, he lost focus; and although it was only an hour after bedtime—another exciting six hours while everyone was deep asleep—the red glow of the computer screen had so hindered his thoughts that he was distracted while staring. And he slipped back into that mindless hallucination.
When Haruki managed to wake up, he realized it was hours later, in the bosom of the night. He glimpsed over the UPS batteries and saw a loose terminal that looked like a collection of fireflies floating in the antigravity of space.
After a while, he hovered upright and spoke.
“Stefan Bossi!”
Incredibly, he did not know why.
Haruki swallowed and looked at the wall, thinking: I’m going to die.
For a moment his mind seemed to separate from his physical body—it was not fear, or angst; it was terror. He was reminded by the physical sense of nausea as he swallowed the bitter taste in his mouth, and it occurred to him that he had just experienced a completely new level of fear.

The first argument about faith in the Fujita household—the first one Haruki got a hiding for, at least—happened on an Easter weekend in April. It was a big argument; even the greatest spanking couldn’t change his mind. Only his stepbrother shared his sentiment; Nic Chagall was in the bathroom brushing his teeth and listening to his sulking. This was fortunate because, in those days, there was no way to get ungrounded by a Japanese father.
The circumstances that, slipping out of a deep trance at night onboard the ISS, Haruki had spoken aloud a name that he had no memory of. And it hardly aroused enough curiosity to investigate the phenomenon.
Weird he thought, and got a little shiver; as if to confirm the opinion that the vision was indeed supernatural, he slipped into a trancelike daze. He realized with blank, distant eyes that for the first time the hallucination was no longer mindless.
Now he was walking onboard an abandoned spaceship pondering why the microgravity did not affect his arms and legs; he became aware that he was being watched from the shadows of the spaceship.
Haruki looked around quickly and saw a strange light with a red glow. He would have closed his eyes, but it fascinated him, and now it felt as if he had no idea where to go or why he was there; he did not know. Everything seemed so natural and real, as is the case with hallucinations. The revelation of being onboard an alien ship stopped bothering him, and the questions faded.
He screamed very loudly—the light must have done something to him because he could not remember being able to hear himself, and his lips didn’t twitch.
Soon, he came to a parting of ways; he saw a staircase leading to the lower deck, which had the appearance, in fact, of having long been abandoned. He sensed it led to something evil, yet he went down without hesitation, urged by some unstoppable force. He swallowed and descended the staircase, now convinced that the spaceship was haunted by invisible existences that he could not picture in his mind.
“What?” From behind the giant steel columns on his lefthand side, he heard broken and incoherent echoes of a radio frequency that he somewhat recognized. It sounded to him like fragmentary utterances of an evil conspiracy against his body and mind.
He swallowed again, holding onto the handrailing to steady himself. Haruki pointed at something lurking in the darkness, now believing it was watching him—an apparition so utterly intergalactic that he felt a pause in his breathing and a chill in his bones.
But for a long time, nothing came. He wanted to know why the haunted spaceship through which he journeyed was lit with a red glimmer having no point of origin. It appeared as if the mysterious light didn’t cast a shadow, and he thought about its neon color. Everything seemed a little brighter now, and he stood rooted with that cold feeling squeezing his lungs that reminded him of the alien presence.
A shallow pool in a bent depression met his eyes with a sloppy mess. He tumbled forward and plunged with his gloves into it and then looked at the thick slime of juices and placenta on his fingers with a different kind of horror.
Slime, he then observed, was around him everywhere. The walls towering grimly on either side revealed it in blots and splashes on the big, rusted panels. Bundles of sloppy racks that stretched over the walkways were hoarded with conductor cables and splattered as with placenta—glowing red. Robbing the place of its significance covered in heaps of crimson, slime dangling like slurry with its coagulations.
Sweat ran down his forehead and burned his eyes. He tasted a mixture of salt and minerals in his mouth. The shivering would not stop. Fear was like the ultimate curse. He thought: There is a point where the physical symptom of fear becomes unbearable: I have passed that point already.
It felt as if everything was in compensation for some crime that he could not remember. He believed he was a person of integrity; if he had murdered someone he would have remembered it, and a little introspection would have revealed the person he had supposedly harmed. The discovery of the menaces and mysteries of his surroundings was an added horror, tracing his steps backward in his mind.
And just how vainly could he reproduce the moment of his wrongdoing, here standing knee-deep in the slime? But suddenly the memories flashed tumultuously into his brain, picture after picture, only causing confusion and obscurity, and in no picture could he catch a glimpse of what he had done wrong.
But just because it hadn’t been remembered didn’t mean it didn’t happen. This failure to conceive only heightened his terror; he felt like a failure who had lost something in the dark without knowing what.
He grabbed his knees, shuddering,
(think of a way to kill yourself, think of a way to make it stop)
and sank his gloves into his spacesuit as hard as he could. He looked down, weak and flimsy knees rattling like a dog, tongue stuck into his cheek, and his posture heavily slanted with baleful character. It felt as if everything in sight conspired against his peace; from overhead and all around came the audible and startling echoes: the growl of a creature so obviously from outer space—that he could take it no more, and with a great effort to break the curse that bound his arms and legs to procrastination, he shouted from the depths of his lungs.
“Reveal yourself!”
His voice echoed with a hollow clang, it went stuttering and stammering, but of course he could not know what evils might lurk on the ship. He would only assume that, because his voice broke and echoed into an infinite multitude of unfamiliar sounds, the ship must have been large enough to have traveled from another galaxy or dimension.
I will not go down without a fight. There may be frequencies that are malignant and haunting this accursed ship. I shall decipher them and blot them down. The monster shall forget about my wrongs, the suffering that I endure—I, a worthless astronaut, a medic, and a computer programmer!
Haruki removed a flashbeam from his spacesuit; it felt warm when he switched it on. He pointed the beam at the wall and heard intimidating radio frequencies echoing against the steel.
Why, yes, I shall take off my glove—dip it into a heap of slime and write against the wall.
He had hardly touched the surface of the steel with his finger when a wild, evil reverberation of growling broke out at a considerable distance behind him, and growing ever louder, seemed approaching ever nearer. It was a soulless, heartless, and unpleasant growl, like that of a predator terrorizing its prey. It was a growl which culminated in an unearthly roar close at hand, then died away by slow gradations. Maybe the accursed being that uttered it had retreated over the shimmer back to the dimension where it had come from. But maybe this was not the case—it might still be nearby and ready to attack at any moment. Fuck knows he spent a long time waiting for something to happen.
You should be moving, Fujita.
Maybe walking, maybe running. Either way it was better than just standing there and doing nothing.
A strange sensation began to take possession of his body and his mind. He could not have said which, if any, of his senses were affected; he experienced it as a hunch—an unconscious mental awareness of some extraterrestrial presence—some alien malevolence different in kind from the visible existences that glitched around him, and superior to humans in power. He knew that it had uttered that hideous growl. And now it felt as if it was approaching him; from what direction he had no idea—dared not speculate.
Haruki closed his eyes and stared at the back of his eyelids. All his former fears had combined or amalgamated into a gigantic terror that now held him in thrall. Apart from that, he had but one mission: to convert the frequency stuck in his head into code, echoing the haunted spaceship, before the extraterrestrial monster blessed him with eternal silence. And now he lifted his slimy finger, idly thinking of computer codes such as Java, C++, and R . . .
Should I write it down?
Should I write at all?
A soft, freaky sound escaped his throat. The face of the astronaut was sickly terrified, the pale face now augmented with a plan of action.
His body started to move rapidly, finger oozing slime without renewal, arm waving in the thin air like a graffiti artist. Two minutes later, at the last part of the script, his arm fell to his side, glove to the air. He was powerless and could not move or cry out; he found himself staring at a wall of illegibly written script, the code representative of the ultimate frequency haunting this spaceship. At that moment Haruki almost believed it: that he was earmarked for death.
He had never been so scared in his life.
The symbols were glowing against the reddened wall written at an angle, the slime, and the acrid smell of the place. He clamped his teeth against each other and tried to focus his mind on what he had written; the code was all he could think of.

Haruki Fujita heard footsteps in the hall. He grabbed a blanket from the bottom of his bed and used it to cover his stepbrother, who was bundled up and lying naked with his knees pulled up to his chest, shivering.
Their father came out of the dark to switch off their light. His wife followed, passed the room with a bottle of wine, and headed down the hall. Haruki lay silent for a moment, not moving, he was aware that something important and significant was being celebrated of which they were not informed. The door of their room closed softly against the clip as his father pulled it. Then came the sound of shouting.
“You’ve bought another Porsche,” his mother said.
“The hospital pays for it, you know,” Chin Fujita replied.
Haruki heard her footsteps march up and down the room before she went to the bathroom and opened the water to wash her hands.
“You are wasting our time on Haruki.”
“No, honey, he will become a doctor someday.”
“What about my boy?”
“He’s not interested, but I think he will pass his exam next week and become a medic like Haruki. I can tell from his aptitude tests, and his EQI is off the charts.”
“Another Porsche, I can’t believe it?”
“I know. You weren’t supposed to find out. It was a surprise. I got the GT3-RS for you; that explains the black.”
Haruki could have cared less about his father wasting his money on that bitch of stepmother. Not giving a fuck was good, but—
“What did I do to deserve another black beauty? No really—is it mine?”
The sound of broken glass woke Nicklaus up. Now looking at the swimming pool in his room, he said, “They’re fighting again . . . Haruki. It’s going to be a long night if they cannot sort out their shit.”
“Are you awake?”
Nic raised his head, which was tucked under the blanket, and kissed Haruki on the forehead.
“You should tell him about your talent.”
“I have absolutely no talent.”
“But you are good at computer programming. I can see the character of Mister Anderon from the movie in you.”
That was when Haruki grew excited. “I would like to make my hero proud.”
“You have lived in the Matrix for your entire life—by which you have become a prodigy and a part-time hacker.”
Maybe even a carbon copy.
“That is nice of you, Nicky. I’m glad you are proud of me since he is on the point of giving up, calling me the family disgrace, and long since dubbed me a worthless gamer. That bitch thinks I am a black sheep and says that I have a psychological imbalance, whatever that means. She said that I have missed my vocation to become a doctor.”
“But you are smart, like your dad. I like it that you are a devoted cybernetic criminal.”
“A hacker sounds better—”
And another glass broke in the room next to them. Their father opened the balcony door, probably to smoke a cigarette. When Haruki looked up this time, he saw joy and excitement on his stepbrother’s face. He was only two years younger, after all. Nic gave him a playful smile, then went back under the blanket where he could finish what he had started.
“Nicky, for God’s sake—stop it and try to focus—”
Yet it had always bothered Haruki that they were stepbrothers. Although Nic was a devoted fan of the great Keanu Reeves so generally and justly admired for his hair. Nic had always taken care to conceal his weakness from all eyes but those who shared his passion. And their common profession as medics was an added bond between them.
Maybe Nic will understand if I tell him the truth. He cannot come with me to New York.
He toyed for a moment with a lock of Nic’s hair which had escaped from its pins, and said, with an effort of calmness in his voice:
“Would you be okay with me leaving for a few months to look for a job, Nicky?”
It was clearly needful for Nic to put his arm across his eyes without making an instant reply. Evidently he would mind; and the tears sprang into his large brown eyes as corroborative testimony.
“Ah, my brother,” he replied, looking up at his face with tenderness, “I knew this was coming. Did I not lie awake half of the afternoon weeping because, during the other half, Keanu Reeves had come to me in a dream.”
It was the great actor, Haruki Fujita would know if his stepbrother was lying, which he wasn’t.
“Neo?” he whispered. His lips were beginning to shiver again, but in the dim light of the swimming pool Nic barely noticed.
“Yes, and standing next to the computer screen—young, too, and handsome as in the first movie—pointed to your picture on the wall? I could not see your face when I looked since you were uploaded into the Matrix, such as at the end of the flick. You can smile at this, but you and I, dear, know that such things are no joke.”
Haruki’s life would be in trouble not because he was uploaded into the program but because his face was missing (and so he believed it to be an actual dream); why the hero would point to his picture on the wall baffled his mind.
“And I saw within the glowing code the wound of a blade on your throat, Haruki—forgive me, but we do not hide things from each other. Perhaps you have another interpretation. Perhaps it does not mean that you will go away. Or maybe you will take me with you?”
“I think it foreshadowed a simpler, surely less tragic, meaning like a visit to the great robot city in Zion. But please don’t try to stop me from leaving.”
“Are there not enough medics in New York?” Nic Chagall continued before his stepbrother could stop him— “Trinity discovered the truth with a broken heart? Look—my chest is ripped open; and I am almost sure that I will die in your absence.”
No—not like this.
Too sad.
Might break them apart.
The throbbing in his chest was more persistent; the next moment Haruki held out his hands but he was afraid that Nic would reject his request for affection. His hands lingered. There was a brief interval of silence. It sounded like their parents were making out again. It was warming up according to their breathing, but if his suspicions were correct, they would go on for the rest of the night. Nic refused to take his hands.
How long before his cold hands revealed the pain in his heart and his emotional scars manifesting in the form of tears, the hacker was unable to cry. How long before they would see each other again?
Three months? A year?
That would be the length of his pain, Haruki thought, and his lips began to shudder. By the time his lips stopped shaking, and it was not until a considerable time later that he realized he would have to leave his brother behind.
“I suppose I’ll have to go.”
Watching Nic, he felt the warmth of his affection for him that his blank expression denied. The weight pressed heavily on his shoulders as he watched his stepbrother cope with it in his own kind of way.

While job hunting in downtown Brooklyn after three months, Haruki was taking cover under a bridge one thunderstorm night, waiting for his weed to be delivered. The storm was well underway now, and no longer raining but pouring. He believed he understood the economic difficulties brought on by the COVID-19 pandemic—since he hadn’t found a job yet—but as the homeless people kept multiplying (he could see more and more people each week), he began to gain a different perspective in terms of earning an honest paycheck.
To his right, through the maze of squatters and bonfires toward the parking lot, he saw a black Lincoln Continental. Haruki noticed a driver with white hair holding the steering wheel like a woman (shit, he thought, she looked exactly like the driver from The Matrix) with her long nails and black leather jacket.
“What the hell?” he asked, sounding smoked as usual.
The car first drove around and then pulled right up to him. He thought of asking the driver if she had also ordered some weed—her eyes were looking mighty red—and decided he didn’t want to have that conversation now. He turned his attention toward the backseat where another woman with a crying baby had been watching him. At first he thought she looked familiar. Then he looked again and saw she was actually a transvestite, rocking the baby in his arms.
“You need to come with us,” the transvestite said. “We heard you are looking for a job?”
“We don’t have much time, Elon,” the driver added.
He thought of Nic back home and imagined he would make his stepbrother proud when breaking the news. He resisted the urge to question the man about the job . . . or even ask them who they were. His clever plan to look for a job in the big city was pretty screwed up and turned out to be a great mistake.
The crying increased, louder.
“We are subcontracting for NASA,” Elon said. He showed his badge to prove it.
“Really?”
“Come.”
“Now?”
“You know we are the real deal, right?”
“Shit, no. I didn’t expect it to happen like this.” Failing to hide the doubt on his face. Or the glimmering sweat on his forehead. Maybe from the weed or the rain. Maybe both.
“Your father said you’re the best medic in the field, but legislation makes it impossible with your qualifications. Your father has pulled some strings for you to work through us. The danger pay is good. Since you’ll be working in space.”
“Don’t lie to me.”
“No, really.”
“Space?”
“You will be working on the International Space Station for three months on and three months off, both of you.”
Haruki didn’t hear it. Till it registered. “Both?”
“Both of the Fujita boys will be going to space!”
Haruki brightened. NASA also recruited his stepbrother to join the crew, and two weeks later, the two brothers were reunited in the microgravity of space.
Though happy to be together, Haruki was no less proud in spirit that he had been onboard the ISS for weeks that felt like an eternity. He gladly enjoyed the company of his stepbrother, and it was while living onboard the ISS, awaiting news and orders from ground control, that he had slipped into a trance.

The hallucination came back to Haruki Fujita, haunting enough, as he stood on board the spaceship with his back against the reddened wall, hands at his side. He had to lift his head upward slightly to confront his enemy. Well . . . actually, he had to lift his head more than slightly. The thing was large. So large that he couldn’t even see the extraterrestrial beast. In case you didn’t notice the predator reminds me of Nicky, but ten times more horrible! A monster that stirred no love nor longing in my heart, but strangely its presence evoked pleasant memories of my happy childhood—with all kinds of sentiment. The tender emotions were swallowed up in fear.
Haruki tried to run away, but his boots were saturated with slime. He was unable to pull his legs out of the mess. His arms drifted uselessly in the air; of his eyes only he remained in control, and these he dared not remove from the glowing ember of his enemy.
He stared at it.
Was it cybernetic?
Shit, it looked like it was.
Anyway, it seemed biological and that most dreadful of all existences—a robot with predatory limbs! In its blank stare, he noticed neither love, pity, nor artificial intelligence—nothing to which he could address an appeal for mercy.
An appeal won’t be a lie, he thought.
The sight of it evoked no happy memories. If he could have reached it he would have grabbed it. If he could have reached it he would have tried to stick his finger into its glowing eye. But his inaction only made the situation more terrifying with the red glow on his forehead.
For a time, which seemed so long that the Earth grew bleak with crime and murder, and the haunted ship, having miscalculated its destination in this monstrous height of its terrors, faded out of his consciousness with all its sights and sounds, the predator invaded his space, regarding him with the brutal malevolence of a cybernetic monster.
Quivering with panic, Haruki lifted his head so he could peer into its mouth, double-edged razor blades, rows and rows of them like a predator with a mouthful of fangs chipped but otherwise deadly.
“I see.”
It sat down. The ship rocked a little. Haruki guessed that the beast might weigh as much as thirty tons. It had come from a universe where there were different alloys, shapeshifting metal . . . also advanced composites were used in its construction, some organic materials like flesh and exoskeleton, the biological part of the organism was infected with a wicked cancer.
The monster roared at him, promising annihilation.
He moved back. The monster came forward. That made Haruki very uncomfortable.
“Shit!” Haruki didn’t take any pleasure in the way this was going if not for the brutal nature of his enemy; as solid as a piece of machinery and ferocious, it transformed itself grinning with its one eye missing, about to deliver him to the universe and convert him into stardust.
The thing’s mouth grew sly, confronting him to admit a dirty, dirty secret. Its grin became a smile. Strangely, the venom oozed out of its tongue. This is what it looks like, he thought, if a species faces its ultimate extinction even worse than those robots from the movie. This is what it looks like just before the end of humanity.
“No . . .”
The beast thrust its limbs forward and sprang upon him with outrageous ferocity! The act released Haruki’s physical energy without affecting his willpower to fight back. And his pain was blocked out by an overdose of hydrofluoric acid at the same time something leeched onto his brainstem, his flimsy body and dangling arms powered with a blind, inanimate mind of their own, became weak and puny.
“Not like this . . . I can’t die like this . . . and what about . . . wait!”
For an instant he seemed to see this supernatural contest between an infected robot and a dying human only as a spectator—such fantasies of hallucinations.
He looked at the wall crying like a girl, leaving the predator and its claws to finish him off. Then he regained his willpower almost as if by a leap forward into his body, and the visionary now had an accurate will as alert and fierce as that of the predator.
“Leame dafuckalone!”
He tried to fight back. The hacker’s return. But how can a human compete with a creature of extraterrestrial origins? He supposed a boy who was being killed by an alien monster might feel something like pain as he lay regarding his gushing main artery with a cold surprise. The programmer’s skill is the programmer’s weakness.
“No!” His neck bled like a slaughtered animal. His worthless hands were clasped at his sides.
Despite his struggles—despite his strength and willpower, which seemed wasted in the void of space, he felt the sharp claws thrust into his throat and brain, many times. Falling backward to the sheet metal, he saw through his cracked visor the grey and dusty surface of the Moon within an arm’s reach of his own, and then everything was black. The sounds of the unearthly radio frequencies in the distance—the dolphin’s cry, a sharp, far growl declaring the end, and Hariki Fujita imagined he was dead.

The International Space Station is that kind of place that when you are there, you must take it all in, but after Peggy grabbed Jameson by the arm and ordered him to come with her, there was no time to take it all in. The airlock closed behind them, and Peggy knew they were getting close.
“How far is it?” Jamason asked, as they hovered along, their feet stirring particles of dust in the microgravity beneath their soles.
Peggy looked at him, suspiciously, recalling that he had agreed to go with her without informing ground control of their whereabouts.
“Only a few feet further,” Peggy answered. She led the way toward the old storage bay with its battery banks and electrical inverters, accumulating backup electricity in case of an emergency.
“What is going on,” he said as they hovered through the west hanger where corrosion and dilapidation gradually increased and passed through the narrow arch into the dark, freezing aerospace shadows.
“You know Haruki Fujita?” she said, feeding her companion’s curiosity with as little information as possible. The name was disturbing, and Peggy felt her neck spasm a little.
“The Jap who plays with his stepbrother’s hair? I know him; he ruined a month of my work after the botanicals died from his intrusion. There is an HR complaint lodged against him for interfering with my plants, but ground control refuses to believe it. You will believe me when—”
“I believe you, okay. Because he has been hacking into the servers for a long time. He works at night in the dilapidated capsule.”
“The asshole! So that’s where the acidic atmosphere that killed my plants came from.”
“You might have imagined that NASA’s security checks would have picked up a cybernetic criminal who could hack their instrumentation.”
“The very last person I would have suspected.”
“Yesterday afternoon I was issued a job card to check the battery terminals. To my surprise I found something else in there, I found ‘a computer of him’ in there.”
“So you caught him red-handed?”
“Damn it! He frightened me. Something growled from behind me—it literally gave me goosebumps. I’m lucky that I wasn’t there ten minutes earlier. Oh shit, he was dying, and I thought the blood floating in space was proof enough that I wouldn’t be able to save him.”
Hovering in the cramped hanger shoulder to shoulder, Peggy glanced at him. The boy’s eyes were so dark they seemed black, only by her flashbeam did they turn indigo blue. She noticed her death-grip on the torch, her gloves couldn’t release their hold even consciously.
“I need to show you the body so that we can devise a plan of action,” the engineer explained. “I thought it was safe for us to check out the corpse during the day.”
“Are you sure the Jap is dead?” said the biologist. “The light in there may have obscured your visibility and conclusion. If he was unconscious he might still be alive.”
“Well, he seemed very dead to me.” She glanced sideways at the boy, and felt a flare of disappointment. She knew deep down in her being that Haruki was gone, one of the first dead bodies she ever encountered. She had to admit that such a bloody, gruesome, and unsettling scene she had never seen in all her years as a first aider or electrical engineer.
“Alright,” Jameson said; “we will go and look at him,” and he added, in the words of a caring person, “we should keep this between us—I mean, if young Nic Chagall ever finds out about his stepbrother it would kill him. By the way, I heard the other day that ‘Nic’ was not his real name.”
“What is?”
“I cannot remember. I had lost interest in the introvert, and it did not grab hold in my memory—something like Nicklaus. The medic who enrolled in the space program joined his stepbrother after he was abandoned. But Haruki, on the other hand, had joined in search of extraterrestrial technology. Can you believe that there are people who still believe in aliens nowadays? Clearly you are not a believer.”
“Obviously.”
“But wandering about your faith, what do you believe in then? Your boyfriend mentioned what the name was called and said it was scientific in nature.”
“We don’t have a name yet.” Peggy was reluctant to argue without facts about something so important as that. Bossi bases his beliefs on the Principia Mathematica. Isaac Newton was the founder of a philosophy that was only recently made public. A few fragments of his work provide scientific evidence based on experimentation. But anyhow, here is the storage bay.”
She looked at him sharply to see if he was prepared. His face, however, was wearing an expression of frozen panic. His lips and nostrils were rimmed with deep purple, and there were shadows in his dark eyes, like the shapes of a reptile streaking into two hard lines.
“Lemme show you where I found the body,” she said, “this is the place.”
As the two astronauts made their way through the blood of hovering crimson, they suddenly stopped and lifted their flashbeams to the height of the wall, uttered a low note of surprise, and stood motionless, their eyes fixed upon something weird. As far as Peggy could see the wall was covered with inscriptions, though she did not yet understand what she was looking at. A moment later she moved cautiously forward, aiming for the inverters.
Behind the inverter of an enormous height hovered the spacesuit of another astronaut. Standing silent beside it, Peggy noted such particulars that immediately took her attention—the suit was empty, the body missing, the clothing still inside; whatever most probably and strangely happened to this astronaut must have been unearthly.
The suit floated upon its back, the nametag—Nic Chagall. One arm was twisted in circles, the other stretched, but the latter was ripped off brutally, with the missing piece stuck to the helmet. The other arm was severely bent. The whole attitude of the suit was that of desperate but weak resistance to something.
Nearby drifted the disemboweled stepbrother with his naked finger stretched out, stained and blotched, and the floor had been scribbled with blood into symbols all over the corroded floorplate; next to his suit was unmistakable the footprint of an alien entity.
A glance at the empty spacesuit’s missing glove and boots made the nature of the struggle even more mysterious. While the suit and helmet were clean, the arms and legs were red—almost black. The oxygen hose stuck against an inverter, and the suit was twisted and turned backward, opposite any natural posture.
From behind Haruki’s cracked helmet his eyes had popped, bloody and gruesome. The throat showed horrible penetrations; not mere fingermarks, but lacerations and stab wounds inflicted by animal claws that must have buried themselves in his bleeding flesh, maintaining their terrible grip long after death. His throat, chin, and face were soggy; the material saturated; drops of blood had gathered like condensate inside his visor, bloodstained hair and cheeks.
All this the two astronauts observed without speaking—almost frozen. Then Jameson said:
“Poor Haruki! He got what he deserved.”
Peggy was vigilantly inspecting the storage bay. Her flashbeam was held in both hands and at full brightness, and her gloves were clenched around the handle.
“The work of a murderer,” she said, without removing her eyes from the surrounding inverters. “It was done by Nic—Chagall.”
Something half-hidden by the cable racks behind the inverters caught Peggy’s attention. It was the wall. She looked at it while lifting her flashbeam. It contained the code of computer and upon the entire wall the name “Stefan Bossi.” Written in blood over and over again—scribbled as if in haste barely legible—were the following lines, which Peggy read silently while her companion started scanning the dark confines of the enclosure and hearing a commotion from inside the bloody spiderwebs dangling from the wall.

public class Main {
public static void main(String[] args) {
String originalName = “Stefan Bossi”;
System.out.println(“Original name: “ + originalName);

// Reversing the name
String reversedName = new StringBuilder(originalName).reverse().toString();
System.out.println(“Reversed name: “ + reversedName);

// Converting to uppercase
String upperCaseName = originalName.toUpperCase();
System.out.println(“Uppercase name: “ + upperCaseName);

// Swapping first name with last name
int spaceIndex = originalName.indexOf(‘ ‘);
String firstName

“Bossi Stefan—”
Peggy stopped reading; there was no more to read. The code broke off in the middle of a line.
“What a flawless Java script,” she said, since she was somewhat of a programmer herself. With extraordinary patience she stood looking at the wall.
“Who’s Java?” Jameson asked rather confused.
“Computer code, a script that was written to play around with two words—a very jolly script indeed. Coded in first generation; I know the language. The script repeated my boyfriend’s name, but it must have been by mistake.”
“Your boyfriend?” Jameson said. “Let us go back; we must share this information with ground control.”
Peggy said nothing but nodded in compliance. Staring at the inverter behind the empty spacesuit of the missing astronaut with the oxygen hose entangled, she saw that the absent glove was stuck (or rather glued) to the vertical surface by some slimy substance drooling from the melted plastic. She took her torch to illuminate it into view. It was an oozing mess, and painted on the panel were the hardly decipherable words, “Peggy Lance.”
“Peggy Lance!” exclaimed Jameson, with sudden animation. “Why, that is your name—not Stefan Bossi. And—curse your soul! How it all comes together—the murderer’s name is Peggy Lance!”
“There is something weird going on here,” Peggy said. “I deny anything of the kind.”
There came to them from inside the wall—seemingly from a great distance—the sound of a growl, a high-pitched, frequency, cybernetic echo, which had no more joy than that of a predator prowling at its prey; a growl that originated from far away, closer and closer, distinct, more explicit but brutal, until it faded away outside the audible distance of their hearing; a growl so unnatural, so extraterrestrial, so morbid, that it filled those freaked out astronauts with a sense of dread unspeakable! They did not move their torches nor think of them; the menace of that horrible sound was the kind not to be disturbed by light. As it had originated out of solid metal, to die away grimly; from a culminating frequency that had seemed almost in their head, it retreated into the distance until its soft echoes, cybernetic and mechanical to the last frequency, faded into silence at an immeasurable distance.
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2024.05.08 18:41 NathanHarker_5408 The Death of Haruki Fujita

“Wake the fuck up, man.”
Haruki Fujita slipped out of a hallucination. The hallucination was mindless. It featured a name moments before something killed him, extraterrestrial and horrible from head to toe. Slimy and predatory. The most of it cybernetic. He was dying, with blood gushing out of his neck, but that wasn’t what killed him, at least not immediately, because his intestines were pulled out of his stomach, and that was what killed him.
He watched the blue solar panel wing curve outward from the steel hull of the International Space Station, and he frowned bitterly. From the sensation of death, Haruki Fujita had a sickening gut feeling.
“Stefan Bossi!” he cried out, alarmed.
The name lingered in his mind. He remembered it from his hallucination. He idly watched one of his gloves floating across the room and stopped in front of his computer screen. No reason was known to him why he remembered that name; he remembered nothing more. There was a brief rush—he had time to think about programming languages and decoding radio frequencies, though none of the government organizations he hacked into proved extraterrestrial in origin, but Haruki was convinced by the bizarre nature of the sounds. He didn’t really care about the scientists at SETI, many doctors, and the best professors in the world who regarded them as a hoax. And those who didn’t view the evolution of Earth from an intergalactic perspective that was terraformed over billions of years by otherworldly entities.
“Stefan Bossi!” he said again, grabbing the floating glove with his cold hand and looked at it, trying to decide the significance of the name from his hallucination. Instantly he felt his fingers were freezing from the cold. As Haruki watched the storage bay where he was hiding, his fingers slipped into the glove and strapped the Velcro. “Stefan Bossi! Stefan Bossi!” It seemed to be all he could remember.
Even trapped in the confusing vise of the illusion, Haruki felt an intense fear—this was what an extraterrestrial predator looked like while it slaughtered him. It was a look that filled him with horror.
Another radio frequency echoed from his computer, this one echoing like the mating call of a dolphin, and that excited him. With another “Stefan Bossi!” he stared out of the window and watched the sun disappear behind the Earth, he lost focus; and although it was only an hour after bedtime—another exciting six hours while everyone was deep asleep—the red glow of the computer screen had so hindered his thoughts that he was distracted while staring. And he slipped back into that mindless hallucination.
When Haruki managed to wake up, he realized it was hours later, in the bosom of the night. He glimpsed over the UPS batteries and saw a loose terminal that looked like a collection of fireflies floating in the antigravity of space.
After a while, he hovered upright and spoke.
“Stefan Bossi!”
Incredibly, he did not know why.
Haruki swallowed and looked at the wall, thinking: I’m going to die.
For a moment his mind seemed to separate from his physical body—it was not fear, or angst; it was terror. He was reminded by the physical sense of nausea as he swallowed the bitter taste in his mouth, and it occurred to him that he had just experienced a completely new level of fear.

The first argument about faith in the Fujita household—the first one Haruki got a hiding for, at least—happened on an Easter weekend in April. It was a big argument; even the greatest spanking couldn’t change his mind. Only his stepbrother shared his sentiment; Nic Chagall was in the bathroom brushing his teeth and listening to his sulking. This was fortunate because, in those days, there was no way to get ungrounded by a Japanese father.
The circumstances that, slipping out of a deep trance at night onboard the ISS, Haruki had spoken aloud a name that he had no memory of. And it hardly aroused enough curiosity to investigate the phenomenon.
Weird he thought, and got a little shiver; as if to confirm the opinion that the vision was indeed supernatural, he slipped into a trancelike daze. He realized with blank, distant eyes that for the first time the hallucination was no longer mindless.
Now he was walking onboard an abandoned spaceship pondering why the microgravity did not affect his arms and legs; he became aware that he was being watched from the shadows of the spaceship.
Haruki looked around quickly and saw a strange light with a red glow. He would have closed his eyes, but it fascinated him, and now it felt as if he had no idea where to go or why he was there; he did not know. Everything seemed so natural and real, as is the case with hallucinations. The revelation of being onboard an alien ship stopped bothering him, and the questions faded.
He screamed very loudly—the light must have done something to him because he could not remember being able to hear himself, and his lips didn’t twitch.
Soon, he came to a parting of ways; he saw a staircase leading to the lower deck, which had the appearance, in fact, of having long been abandoned. He sensed it led to something evil, yet he went down without hesitation, urged by some unstoppable force. He swallowed and descended the staircase, now convinced that the spaceship was haunted by invisible existences that he could not picture in his mind.
“What?” From behind the giant steel columns on his lefthand side, he heard broken and incoherent echoes of a radio frequency that he somewhat recognized. It sounded to him like fragmentary utterances of an evil conspiracy against his body and mind.
He swallowed again, holding onto the handrailing to steady himself. Haruki pointed at something lurking in the darkness, now believing it was watching him—an apparition so utterly intergalactic that he felt a pause in his breathing and a chill in his bones.
But for a long time, nothing came. He wanted to know why the haunted spaceship through which he journeyed was lit with a red glimmer having no point of origin. It appeared as if the mysterious light didn’t cast a shadow, and he thought about its neon color. Everything seemed a little brighter now, and he stood rooted with that cold feeling squeezing his lungs that reminded him of the alien presence.
A shallow pool in a bent depression met his eyes with a sloppy mess. He tumbled forward and plunged with his gloves into it and then looked at the thick slime of juices and placenta on his fingers with a different kind of horror.
Slime, he then observed, was around him everywhere. The walls towering grimly on either side revealed it in blots and splashes on the big, rusted panels. Bundles of sloppy racks that stretched over the walkways were hoarded with conductor cables and splattered as with placenta—glowing red. Robbing the place of its significance covered in heaps of crimson, slime dangling like slurry with its coagulations.
Sweat ran down his forehead and burned his eyes. He tasted a mixture of salt and minerals in his mouth. The shivering would not stop. Fear was like the ultimate curse. He thought: There is a point where the physical symptom of fear becomes unbearable: I have passed that point already.
It felt as if everything was in compensation for some crime that he could not remember. He believed he was a person of integrity; if he had murdered someone he would have remembered it, and a little introspection would have revealed the person he had supposedly harmed. The discovery of the menaces and mysteries of his surroundings was an added horror, tracing his steps backward in his mind.
And just how vainly could he reproduce the moment of his wrongdoing, here standing knee-deep in the slime? But suddenly the memories flashed tumultuously into his brain, picture after picture, only causing confusion and obscurity, and in no picture could he catch a glimpse of what he had done wrong.
But just because it hadn’t been remembered didn’t mean it didn’t happen. This failure to conceive only heightened his terror; he felt like a failure who had lost something in the dark without knowing what.
He grabbed his knees, shuddering,
(think of a way to kill yourself, think of a way to make it stop)
and sank his gloves into his spacesuit as hard as he could. He looked down, weak and flimsy knees rattling like a dog, tongue stuck into his cheek, and his posture heavily slanted with baleful character. It felt as if everything in sight conspired against his peace; from overhead and all around came the audible and startling echoes: the growl of a creature so obviously from outer space—that he could take it no more, and with a great effort to break the curse that bound his arms and legs to procrastination, he shouted from the depths of his lungs.
“Reveal yourself!”
His voice echoed with a hollow clang, it went stuttering and stammering, but of course he could not know what evils might lurk on the ship. He would only assume that, because his voice broke and echoed into an infinite multitude of unfamiliar sounds, the ship must have been large enough to have traveled from another galaxy or dimension.
I will not go down without a fight. There may be frequencies that are malignant and haunting this accursed ship. I shall decipher them and blot them down. The monster shall forget about my wrongs, the suffering that I endure—I, a worthless astronaut, a medic, and a computer programmer!
Haruki removed a flashbeam from his spacesuit; it felt warm when he switched it on. He pointed the beam at the wall and heard intimidating radio frequencies echoing against the steel.
Why, yes, I shall take off my glove—dip it into a heap of slime and write against the wall.
He had hardly touched the surface of the steel with his finger when a wild, evil reverberation of growling broke out at a considerable distance behind him, and growing ever louder, seemed approaching ever nearer. It was a soulless, heartless, and unpleasant growl, like that of a predator terrorizing its prey. It was a growl which culminated in an unearthly roar close at hand, then died away by slow gradations. Maybe the accursed being that uttered it had retreated over the shimmer back to the dimension where it had come from. But maybe this was not the case—it might still be nearby and ready to attack at any moment. Fuck knows he spent a long time waiting for something to happen.
You should be moving, Fujita.
Maybe walking, maybe running. Either way it was better than just standing there and doing nothing.
A strange sensation began to take possession of his body and his mind. He could not have said which, if any, of his senses were affected; he experienced it as a hunch—an unconscious mental awareness of some extraterrestrial presence—some alien malevolence different in kind from the visible existences that glitched around him, and superior to humans in power. He knew that it had uttered that hideous growl. And now it felt as if it was approaching him; from what direction he had no idea—dared not speculate.
Haruki closed his eyes and stared at the back of his eyelids. All his former fears had combined or amalgamated into a gigantic terror that now held him in thrall. Apart from that, he had but one mission: to convert the frequency stuck in his head into code, echoing the haunted spaceship, before the extraterrestrial monster blessed him with eternal silence. And now he lifted his slimy finger, idly thinking of computer codes such as Java, C++, and R . . .
Should I write it down?
Should I write at all?
A soft, freaky sound escaped his throat. The face of the astronaut was sickly terrified, the pale face now augmented with a plan of action.
His body started to move rapidly, finger oozing slime without renewal, arm waving in the thin air like a graffiti artist. Two minutes later, at the last part of the script, his arm fell to his side, glove to the air. He was powerless and could not move or cry out; he found himself staring at a wall of illegibly written script, the code representative of the ultimate frequency haunting this spaceship. At that moment Haruki almost believed it: that he was earmarked for death.
He had never been so scared in his life.
The symbols were glowing against the reddened wall written at an angle, the slime, and the acrid smell of the place. He clamped his teeth against each other and tried to focus his mind on what he had written; the code was all he could think of.

Haruki Fujita heard footsteps in the hall. He grabbed a blanket from the bottom of his bed and used it to cover his stepbrother, who was bundled up and lying naked with his knees pulled up to his chest, shivering.
Their father came out of the dark to switch off their light. His wife followed, passed the room with a bottle of wine, and headed down the hall. Haruki lay silent for a moment, not moving, he was aware that something important and significant was being celebrated of which they were not informed. The door of their room closed softly against the clip as his father pulled it. Then came the sound of shouting.
“You’ve bought another Porsche,” his mother said.
“The hospital pays for it, you know,” Chin Fujita replied.
Haruki heard her footsteps march up and down the room before she went to the bathroom and opened the water to wash her hands.
“You are wasting our time on Haruki.”
“No, honey, he will become a doctor someday.”
“What about my boy?”
“He’s not interested, but I think he will pass his exam next week and become a medic like Haruki. I can tell from his aptitude tests, and his EQI is off the charts.”
“Another Porsche, I can’t believe it?”
“I know. You weren’t supposed to find out. It was a surprise. I got the GT3-RS for you; that explains the black.”
Haruki could have cared less about his father wasting his money on that bitch of stepmother. Not giving a fuck was good, but—
“What did I do to deserve another black beauty? No really—is it mine?”
The sound of broken glass woke Nicklaus up. Now looking at the swimming pool in his room, he said, “They’re fighting again . . . Haruki. It’s going to be a long night if they cannot sort out their shit.”
“Are you awake?”
Nic raised his head, which was tucked under the blanket, and kissed Haruki on the forehead.
“You should tell him about your talent.”
“I have absolutely no talent.”
“But you are good at computer programming. I can see the character of Mister Anderon from the movie in you.”
That was when Haruki grew excited. “I would like to make my hero proud.”
“You have lived in the Matrix for your entire life—by which you have become a prodigy and a part-time hacker.”
Maybe even a carbon copy.
“That is nice of you, Nicky. I’m glad you are proud of me since he is on the point of giving up, calling me the family disgrace, and long since dubbed me a worthless gamer. That bitch thinks I am a black sheep and says that I have a psychological imbalance, whatever that means. She said that I have missed my vocation to become a doctor.”
“But you are smart, like your dad. I like it that you are a devoted cybernetic criminal.”
“A hacker sounds better—”
And another glass broke in the room next to them. Their father opened the balcony door, probably to smoke a cigarette. When Haruki looked up this time, he saw joy and excitement on his stepbrother’s face. He was only two years younger, after all. Nic gave him a playful smile, then went back under the blanket where he could finish what he had started.
“Nicky, for God’s sake—stop it and try to focus—”
Yet it had always bothered Haruki that they were stepbrothers. Although Nic was a devoted fan of the great Keanu Reeves so generally and justly admired for his hair. Nic had always taken care to conceal his weakness from all eyes but those who shared his passion. And their common profession as medics was an added bond between them.
Maybe Nic will understand if I tell him the truth. He cannot come with me to New York.
He toyed for a moment with a lock of Nic’s hair which had escaped from its pins, and said, with an effort of calmness in his voice:
“Would you be okay with me leaving for a few months to look for a job, Nicky?”
It was clearly needful for Nic to put his arm across his eyes without making an instant reply. Evidently he would mind; and the tears sprang into his large brown eyes as corroborative testimony.
“Ah, my brother,” he replied, looking up at his face with tenderness, “I knew this was coming. Did I not lie awake half of the afternoon weeping because, during the other half, Keanu Reeves had come to me in a dream.”
It was the great actor, Haruki Fujita would know if his stepbrother was lying, which he wasn’t.
“Neo?” he whispered. His lips were beginning to shiver again, but in the dim light of the swimming pool Nic barely noticed.
“Yes, and standing next to the computer screen—young, too, and handsome as in the first movie—pointed to your picture on the wall? I could not see your face when I looked since you were uploaded into the Matrix, such as at the end of the flick. You can smile at this, but you and I, dear, know that such things are no joke.”
Haruki’s life would be in trouble not because he was uploaded into the program but because his face was missing (and so he believed it to be an actual dream); why the hero would point to his picture on the wall baffled his mind.
“And I saw within the glowing code the wound of a blade on your throat, Haruki—forgive me, but we do not hide things from each other. Perhaps you have another interpretation. Perhaps it does not mean that you will go away. Or maybe you will take me with you?”
“I think it foreshadowed a simpler, surely less tragic, meaning like a visit to the great robot city in Zion. But please don’t try to stop me from leaving.”
“Are there not enough medics in New York?” Nic Chagall continued before his stepbrother could stop him— “Trinity discovered the truth with a broken heart? Look—my chest is ripped open; and I am almost sure that I will die in your absence.”
No—not like this.
Too sad.
Might break them apart.
The throbbing in his chest was more persistent; the next moment Haruki held out his hands but he was afraid that Nic would reject his request for affection. His hands lingered. There was a brief interval of silence. It sounded like their parents were making out again. It was warming up according to their breathing, but if his suspicions were correct, they would go on for the rest of the night. Nic refused to take his hands.
How long before his cold hands revealed the pain in his heart and his emotional scars manifesting in the form of tears, the hacker was unable to cry. How long before they would see each other again?
Three months? A year?
That would be the length of his pain, Haruki thought, and his lips began to shudder. By the time his lips stopped shaking, and it was not until a considerable time later that he realized he would have to leave his brother behind.
“I suppose I’ll have to go.”
Watching Nic, he felt the warmth of his affection for him that his blank expression denied. The weight pressed heavily on his shoulders as he watched his stepbrother cope with it in his own kind of way.

While job hunting in downtown Brooklyn after three months, Haruki was taking cover under a bridge one thunderstorm night, waiting for his weed to be delivered. The storm was well underway now, and no longer raining but pouring. He believed he understood the economic difficulties brought on by the COVID-19 pandemic—since he hadn’t found a job yet—but as the homeless people kept multiplying (he could see more and more people each week), he began to gain a different perspective in terms of earning an honest paycheck.
To his right, through the maze of squatters and bonfires toward the parking lot, he saw a black Lincoln Continental. Haruki noticed a driver with white hair holding the steering wheel like a woman (shit, he thought, she looked exactly like the driver from The Matrix) with her long nails and black leather jacket.
“What the hell?” he asked, sounding smoked as usual.
The car first drove around and then pulled right up to him. He thought of asking the driver if she had also ordered some weed—her eyes were looking mighty red—and decided he didn’t want to have that conversation now. He turned his attention toward the backseat where another woman with a crying baby had been watching him. At first he thought she looked familiar. Then he looked again and saw she was actually a transvestite, rocking the baby in his arms.
“You need to come with us,” the transvestite said. “We heard you are looking for a job?”
“We don’t have much time, Elon,” the driver added.
He thought of Nic back home and imagined he would make his stepbrother proud when breaking the news. He resisted the urge to question the man about the job . . . or even ask them who they were. His clever plan to look for a job in the big city was pretty screwed up and turned out to be a great mistake.
The crying increased, louder.
“We are subcontracting for NASA,” Elon said. He showed his badge to prove it.
“Really?”
“Come.”
“Now?”
“You know we are the real deal, right?”
“Shit, no. I didn’t expect it to happen like this.” Failing to hide the doubt on his face. Or the glimmering sweat on his forehead. Maybe from the weed or the rain. Maybe both.
“Your father said you’re the best medic in the field, but legislation makes it impossible with your qualifications. Your father has pulled some strings for you to work through us. The danger pay is good. Since you’ll be working in space.”
“Don’t lie to me.”
“No, really.”
“Space?”
“You will be working on the International Space Station for three months on and three months off, both of you.”
Haruki didn’t hear it. Till it registered. “Both?”
“Both of the Fujita boys will be going to space!”
Haruki brightened. NASA also recruited his stepbrother to join the crew, and two weeks later, the two brothers were reunited in the microgravity of space.
Though happy to be together, Haruki was no less proud in spirit that he had been onboard the ISS for weeks that felt like an eternity. He gladly enjoyed the company of his stepbrother, and it was while living onboard the ISS, awaiting news and orders from ground control, that he had slipped into a trance.

The hallucination came back to Haruki Fujita, haunting enough, as he stood on board the spaceship with his back against the reddened wall, hands at his side. He had to lift his head upward slightly to confront his enemy. Well . . . actually, he had to lift his head more than slightly. The thing was large. So large that he couldn’t even see the extraterrestrial beast. In case you didn’t notice the predator reminds me of Nicky, but ten times more horrible! A monster that stirred no love nor longing in my heart, but strangely its presence evoked pleasant memories of my happy childhood—with all kinds of sentiment. The tender emotions were swallowed up in fear.
Haruki tried to run away, but his boots were saturated with slime. He was unable to pull his legs out of the mess. His arms drifted uselessly in the air; of his eyes only he remained in control, and these he dared not remove from the glowing ember of his enemy.
He stared at it.
Was it cybernetic?
Shit, it looked like it was.
Anyway, it seemed biological and that most dreadful of all existences—a robot with predatory limbs! In its blank stare, he noticed neither love, pity, nor artificial intelligence—nothing to which he could address an appeal for mercy.
An appeal won’t be a lie, he thought.
The sight of it evoked no happy memories. If he could have reached it he would have grabbed it. If he could have reached it he would have tried to stick his finger into its glowing eye. But his inaction only made the situation more terrifying with the red glow on his forehead.
For a time, which seemed so long that the Earth grew bleak with crime and murder, and the haunted ship, having miscalculated its destination in this monstrous height of its terrors, faded out of his consciousness with all its sights and sounds, the predator invaded his space, regarding him with the brutal malevolence of a cybernetic monster.
Quivering with panic, Haruki lifted his head so he could peer into its mouth, double-edged razor blades, rows and rows of them like a predator with a mouthful of fangs chipped but otherwise deadly.
“I see.”
It sat down. The ship rocked a little. Haruki guessed that the beast might weigh as much as thirty tons. It had come from a universe where there were different alloys, shapeshifting metal . . . also advanced composites were used in its construction, some organic materials like flesh and exoskeleton, the biological part of the organism was infected with a wicked cancer.
The monster roared at him, promising annihilation.
He moved back. The monster came forward. That made Haruki very uncomfortable.
“Shit!” Haruki didn’t take any pleasure in the way this was going if not for the brutal nature of his enemy; as solid as a piece of machinery and ferocious, it transformed itself grinning with its one eye missing, about to deliver him to the universe and convert him into stardust.
The thing’s mouth grew sly, confronting him to admit a dirty, dirty secret. Its grin became a smile. Strangely, the venom oozed out of its tongue. This is what it looks like, he thought, if a species faces its ultimate extinction even worse than those robots from the movie. This is what it looks like just before the end of humanity.
“No . . .”
The beast thrust its limbs forward and sprang upon him with outrageous ferocity! The act released Haruki’s physical energy without affecting his willpower to fight back. And his pain was blocked out by an overdose of hydrofluoric acid at the same time something leeched onto his brainstem, his flimsy body and dangling arms powered with a blind, inanimate mind of their own, became weak and puny.
“Not like this . . . I can’t die like this . . . and what about . . . wait!”
For an instant he seemed to see this supernatural contest between an infected robot and a dying human only as a spectator—such fantasies of hallucinations.
He looked at the wall crying like a girl, leaving the predator and its claws to finish him off. Then he regained his willpower almost as if by a leap forward into his body, and the visionary now had an accurate will as alert and fierce as that of the predator.
“Leame dafuckalone!”
He tried to fight back. The hacker’s return. But how can a human compete with a creature of extraterrestrial origins? He supposed a boy who was being killed by an alien monster might feel something like pain as he lay regarding his gushing main artery with a cold surprise. The programmer’s skill is the programmer’s weakness.
“No!” His neck bled like a slaughtered animal. His worthless hands were clasped at his sides.
Despite his struggles—despite his strength and willpower, which seemed wasted in the void of space, he felt the sharp claws thrust into his throat and brain, many times. Falling backward to the sheet metal, he saw through his cracked visor the grey and dusty surface of the Moon within an arm’s reach of his own, and then everything was black. The sounds of the unearthly radio frequencies in the distance—the dolphin’s cry, a sharp, far growl declaring the end, and Hariki Fujita imagined he was dead.

The International Space Station is that kind of place that when you are there, you must take it all in, but after Peggy grabbed Jameson by the arm and ordered him to come with her, there was no time to take it all in. The airlock closed behind them, and Peggy knew they were getting close.
“How far is it?” Jamason asked, as they hovered along, their feet stirring particles of dust in the microgravity beneath their soles.
Peggy looked at him, suspiciously, recalling that he had agreed to go with her without informing ground control of their whereabouts.
“Only a few feet further,” Peggy answered. She led the way toward the old storage bay with its battery banks and electrical inverters, accumulating backup electricity in case of an emergency.
“What is going on,” he said as they hovered through the west hanger where corrosion and dilapidation gradually increased and passed through the narrow arch into the dark, freezing aerospace shadows.
“You know Haruki Fujita?” she said, feeding her companion’s curiosity with as little information as possible. The name was disturbing, and Peggy felt her neck spasm a little.
“The Jap who plays with his stepbrother’s hair? I know him; he ruined a month of my work after the botanicals died from his intrusion. There is an HR complaint lodged against him for interfering with my plants, but ground control refuses to believe it. You will believe me when—”
“I believe you, okay. Because he has been hacking into the servers for a long time. He works at night in the dilapidated capsule.”
“The asshole! So that’s where the acidic atmosphere that killed my plants came from.”
“You might have imagined that NASA’s security checks would have picked up a cybernetic criminal who could hack their instrumentation.”
“The very last person I would have suspected.”
“Yesterday afternoon I was issued a job card to check the battery terminals. To my surprise I found something else in there, I found ‘a computer of him’ in there.”
“So you caught him red-handed?”
“Damn it! He frightened me. Something growled from behind me—it literally gave me goosebumps. I’m lucky that I wasn’t there ten minutes earlier. Oh shit, he was dying, and I thought the blood floating in space was proof enough that I wouldn’t be able to save him.”
Hovering in the cramped hanger shoulder to shoulder, Peggy glanced at him. The boy’s eyes were so dark they seemed black, only by her flashbeam did they turn indigo blue. She noticed her death-grip on the torch, her gloves couldn’t release their hold even consciously.
“I need to show you the body so that we can devise a plan of action,” the engineer explained. “I thought it was safe for us to check out the corpse during the day.”
“Are you sure the Jap is dead?” said the biologist. “The light in there may have obscured your visibility and conclusion. If he was unconscious he might still be alive.”
“Well, he seemed very dead to me.” She glanced sideways at the boy, and felt a flare of disappointment. She knew deep down in her being that Haruki was gone, one of the first dead bodies she ever encountered. She had to admit that such a bloody, gruesome, and unsettling scene she had never seen in all her years as a first aider or electrical engineer.
“Alright,” Jameson said; “we will go and look at him,” and he added, in the words of a caring person, “we should keep this between us—I mean, if young Nic Chagall ever finds out about his stepbrother it would kill him. By the way, I heard the other day that ‘Nic’ was not his real name.”
“What is?”
“I cannot remember. I had lost interest in the introvert, and it did not grab hold in my memory—something like Nicklaus. The medic who enrolled in the space program joined his stepbrother after he was abandoned. But Haruki, on the other hand, had joined in search of extraterrestrial technology. Can you believe that there are people who still believe in aliens nowadays? Clearly you are not a believer.”
“Obviously.”
“But wandering about your faith, what do you believe in then? Your boyfriend mentioned what the name was called and said it was scientific in nature.”
“We don’t have a name yet.” Peggy was reluctant to argue without facts about something so important as that. Bossi bases his beliefs on the Principia Mathematica. Isaac Newton was the founder of a philosophy that was only recently made public. A few fragments of his work provide scientific evidence based on experimentation. But anyhow, here is the storage bay.”
She looked at him sharply to see if he was prepared. His face, however, was wearing an expression of frozen panic. His lips and nostrils were rimmed with deep purple, and there were shadows in his dark eyes, like the shapes of a reptile streaking into two hard lines.
“Lemme show you where I found the body,” she said, “this is the place.”
As the two astronauts made their way through the blood of hovering crimson, they suddenly stopped and lifted their flashbeams to the height of the wall, uttered a low note of surprise, and stood motionless, their eyes fixed upon something weird. As far as Peggy could see the wall was covered with inscriptions, though she did not yet understand what she was looking at. A moment later she moved cautiously forward, aiming for the inverters.
Behind the inverter of an enormous height hovered the spacesuit of another astronaut. Standing silent beside it, Peggy noted such particulars that immediately took her attention—the suit was empty, the body missing, the clothing still inside; whatever most probably and strangely happened to this astronaut must have been unearthly.
The suit floated upon its back, the nametag—Nic Chagall. One arm was twisted in circles, the other stretched, but the latter was ripped off brutally, with the missing piece stuck to the helmet. The other arm was severely bent. The whole attitude of the suit was that of desperate but weak resistance to something.
Nearby drifted the disemboweled stepbrother with his naked finger stretched out, stained and blotched, and the floor had been scribbled with blood into symbols all over the corroded floorplate; next to his suit was unmistakable the footprint of an alien entity.
A glance at the empty spacesuit’s missing glove and boots made the nature of the struggle even more mysterious. While the suit and helmet were clean, the arms and legs were red—almost black. The oxygen hose stuck against an inverter, and the suit was twisted and turned backward, opposite any natural posture.
From behind Haruki’s cracked helmet his eyes had popped, bloody and gruesome. The throat showed horrible penetrations; not mere fingermarks, but lacerations and stab wounds inflicted by animal claws that must have buried themselves in his bleeding flesh, maintaining their terrible grip long after death. His throat, chin, and face were soggy; the material saturated; drops of blood had gathered like condensate inside his visor, bloodstained hair and cheeks.
All this the two astronauts observed without speaking—almost frozen. Then Jameson said:
“Poor Haruki! He got what he deserved.”
Peggy was vigilantly inspecting the storage bay. Her flashbeam was held in both hands and at full brightness, and her gloves were clenched around the handle.
“The work of a murderer,” she said, without removing her eyes from the surrounding inverters. “It was done by Nic—Chagall.”
Something half-hidden by the cable racks behind the inverters caught Peggy’s attention. It was the wall. She looked at it while lifting her flashbeam. It contained the code of computer and upon the entire wall the name “Stefan Bossi.” Written in blood over and over again—scribbled as if in haste barely legible—were the following lines, which Peggy read silently while her companion started scanning the dark confines of the enclosure and hearing a commotion from inside the bloody spiderwebs dangling from the wall.

public class Main {
public static void main(String[] args) {
String originalName = “Stefan Bossi”;
System.out.println(“Original name: “ + originalName);

// Reversing the name
String reversedName = new StringBuilder(originalName).reverse().toString();
System.out.println(“Reversed name: “ + reversedName);

// Converting to uppercase
String upperCaseName = originalName.toUpperCase();
System.out.println(“Uppercase name: “ + upperCaseName);

// Swapping first name with last name
int spaceIndex = originalName.indexOf(‘ ‘);
String firstName

“Bossi Stefan—”
Peggy stopped reading; there was no more to read. The code broke off in the middle of a line.
“What a flawless Java script,” she said, since she was somewhat of a programmer herself. With extraordinary patience she stood looking at the wall.
“Who’s Java?” Jameson asked rather confused.
“Computer code, a script that was written to play around with two words—a very jolly script indeed. Coded in first generation; I know the language. The script repeated my boyfriend’s name, but it must have been by mistake.”
“Your boyfriend?” Jameson said. “Let us go back; we must share this information with ground control.”
Peggy said nothing but nodded in compliance. Staring at the inverter behind the empty spacesuit of the missing astronaut with the oxygen hose entangled, she saw that the absent glove was stuck (or rather glued) to the vertical surface by some slimy substance drooling from the melted plastic. She took her torch to illuminate it into view. It was an oozing mess, and painted on the panel were the hardly decipherable words, “Peggy Lance.”
“Peggy Lance!” exclaimed Jameson, with sudden animation. “Why, that is your name—not Stefan Bossi. And—curse your soul! How it all comes together—the murderer’s name is Peggy Lance!”
“There is something weird going on here,” Peggy said. “I deny anything of the kind.”
There came to them from inside the wall—seemingly from a great distance—the sound of a growl, a high-pitched, frequency, cybernetic echo, which had no more joy than that of a predator prowling at its prey; a growl that originated from far away, closer and closer, distinct, more explicit but brutal, until it faded away outside the audible distance of their hearing; a growl so unnatural, so extraterrestrial, so morbid, that it filled those freaked out astronauts with a sense of dread unspeakable! They did not move their torches nor think of them; the menace of that horrible sound was the kind not to be disturbed by light. As it had originated out of solid metal, to die away grimly; from a culminating frequency that had seemed almost in their head, it retreated into the distance until its soft echoes, cybernetic and mechanical to the last frequency, faded into silence at an immeasurable distance.
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2024.05.08 15:01 kuigen My personal songs chart Top 50

My personal songs chart in April 20, 2024
  1. I Don't Wanna Wait - David Guetta & OneRepublic {+47}
  2. Too Sweet - Hozier {New}
  3. Wait - Maroon 5 {+6}
  4. Mine - Bazzi {-}
  5. Hey, Soul Sister - Train {-4}
  6. Tumblr Girls (feat. Christoph Andersson) - G-Eazy {-3}
  7. Lady Killers II (Christoph Andersson Remix) - G-Eazy {+6}
  8. Take Me To Church - Hozier {-6}
  9. Odd Numbers - UmedaCypher {+3}
  10. Someone New - Hozier {-2}
  11. (Not) A Devil - DECO*27 & Pinocchio-P {-1}
  12. Freaky Friday (feat. Chris Brown) - Lil Dicky {+34}
  13. QUIT!! - HARDY {-8}
  14. Outskirts - Sam Hunt {-7}
  15. Who's Your Daddy? - Toby Keith {+1}
  16. Take A Slice - Glass Animals {-5}
  17. Play It Again - Luke Bryan {-3}
  18. Fireflies - Owl City {Re-Entry}
  19. Fine By Me - Andy Grammer {-1}
  20. Beer For My Horses (feat. Willie Nelson) - Toby Keith {-1}
  21. Mmhmm - BigXthaPlug {-4}
  22. I Don't Want To See Tomorrow - Nat King Cole {New}
  23. Nightcrawler (feat. Swae Lee & Chief Keef) - Travis Scott {-8}
  24. Drunk On A Plane - Dierks Bentley {-}
  25. Man Made A Bar (feat. Eric Church) - Morgan Wallen {-4}
  26. Cruise - Florida Georgia Line {-6}
  27. My First Kiss (feat. Ke$ha) - 3OH!3 {-4}
  28. Red Solo Cup - Toby Keith {-6}
  29. Famous Friends - Chris Young & Kane Brown {New}
  30. Creatures in Heaven - Glass Animals {-3}
  31. i like the way you kiss me - Artemas {New}
  32. Eyes Closed - Imagine Dragons {-}
  33. Home - Good Neighbours {-7}
  34. One Foot - WALK THE MOON {+4}
  35. We Still Don't Trust You - Future, Metro Boomin & The Weeknd {New}
  36. Me, Myself & I - G-Eazy & Bebe Rexha {-11}
  37. TEXAS HOLD 'EM - Beyoncé {-3}
  38. Ain't It Fun - Paramore {-10}
  39. Do You Right - 311 {-4}
  40. I Wanna Talk About Me - Toby Keith {-3}
  41. Classic - MKTO {-}
  42. Like That - Future, Metro Boomin & Kendrik Lamar {-11}
  43. Take Her Home - Kenny Chesney {-3}
  44. Beers On Me (feat. BRELAND & HARDY) - Dierks Bentley {-8}
  45. 02.02.99 - That Mexican OT {-12}
  46. act ii: date @ 8 (feat. Drake) - 4batz {+3}
  47. Overcompensate - Twenty One Pilots {-17}
  48. The Motto - Drake & Lil Wayne {-7}
  49. 7 Minute Drill - J. Cole {New}
  50. Down - Jason Derulo & David Guetta {-6}
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2024.05.07 21:39 avoteforatishon2016 Anime protagonists ranked by how FREAKY they are

Anime protagonists ranked by how FREAKY they are submitted by avoteforatishon2016 to animecirclejerk [link] [comments]

2024.05.07 20:52 StraightOutOfWit [MMAA4A] [AMAA4A] Hijacking a Stranded Ship in Outer Space: Part 7 [Researcher x Space Pirate Listener] [Not so Much Stranded in Space] [Kinda Heart-breaking] [Plot Based] [Allies to ?] [Sci-fi] [Snarky Speaker] [Confession?] [Betrayal]

Narration Key
[...] - Pause for Listener’s response, about 5 or 6 seconds
[.] - Pause for Listener’s response, about 2 or 3 seconds
*insert sound effect* - Sound effects and narration cues (coughs, sighs, etc.)
“Insert text” - Character dialogue
(Insert text) - Descriptive actions or context, not to be narrated, sound effects are optional
Usage: I don’t mind if this script is used, monetized, or edited, as long as I’m given credit where credit is due.
As per usual, all of my scripts are free to be gender-bent!
Note: Oh boy, prepare yourself because we got some feelings and a new character coming in!
Tags: [MMAA4A] [AMAA4A] [Researcher x Space Pirate Listener] [Not so Much Stranded in Space] [On the Run] [Plot Based] [Allies to ?] [Sci-fi] [Snarky Speaker] [Betrayal] [Poor, Poor Ace] [Confession] [Lore?] [On the bright side, you no longer have to deal with the TB!]
Original Title: Of Plights and Piracy
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six
Context: After a few weeks of drifting in space, your one-month deadline has arrived. You try to break the bad news to Ace, but you’ve stalled for too long. Will you try to save him, or will you prove to yourself that you are what everyone says you’ll always be?
Setting: Research Spacecraft PTRD-173.
Script:
(Ace and Jackie’s Re-Bot are working with the TB, and the Re-Bot is in the containment cell.)
Ace: “No, no, no! Jackie, you’re doing it all wrong!”
Jackie: “The Re-Bot is still calibrating its new extended reach, I am trying to be as accurate as possible with your vague instructions.”
Ace: “Are you saying I’m bad at giving instructions?”
Jackie: “... Yes.”
Ace: “Oh, well, that would have been nice to know ten minutes ago.”
Jackie: “I did not realize it would be this difficult to follow your instructions with the remaining calibration margin. I will make sure it does not happen again.”
Ace: “Yeah, you better.”
(Ace sets something on top of the counter.)
Ace: “Well, if that’s the case, go on ahead and come out. I don’t want you in there for too long.”
Jackie: “I would prefer it if the Re-Bot was not almost crushed out of commission again after recently being restored.”
Ace: “Heh, yeah. I didn’t think it was going to try to nurse you like a baby; that was pretty funny.”
Jackie: “Sometimes my processors suggest that you want something bad to happen to me.”
Ace: *Slightly sarcastic tone* “What? Noo, you’re like- one of the best AIs I’ve worked with! I would never want something bad to happen to you or your Robot.”
Jackie: “Re-Bot.”
Ace: “Yeah, that’s what I said.”
(The listener walks into the lab.)
[.]
Ace: “Oh, hey you~! You done with your pirate stuff?”
[.]
Ace: “Yeah, that. You done installing the totally not illegal maps of the Uncharted?”
[.]
Jackie: “The mapping documents of zones 3 through 6 have been scanned and installed into my navigation system’s directory. I should have full analysis within the hour.”
Ace: “Cool, cool. It will be nice to know where exactly we’re going now.”
[.]
Ace: “Well, forgive my feeble mind for not being able to understand a bunch of numbers and codes. You’re a pirate, you’ve been around here a lot more than I have.”
[.]
Ace: “True, I suppose… Maybe you could teach me sometime.”
[.]
Ace: “Yeah… I think I’d like that.”
[...]
Ace: “The TB? It’s going okay. Jackie’s little tin can is great for environmental studies. With the way the TB acts when the frequency emitter is on, I think that it sees it as a baby or something.”
[.]
Ace: “I know, right? I didn’t think that thing could be so docile with something… It’s kinda freaky.”
[.]
Ace: “Well, I’m used to it trying to kill us, so… And it almost did.”
[.]
Ace: “Yeah, well, I’m just glad that it didn’t hurt you any more than it already did. I thought for sure you were a goner.”
[.]
Ace: “Oh, I know you can handle yourself, but that doesn’t mean you get to do dangerous shit like that. I hope it’s not a hobby or something, ‘cause I don’t think my biological heart could take another scare like that.”
[.]
Ace: “Hopefully you’ll stick to your word.”
[.]
Jackie: “Excuse me, Captain?”
Ace: “Yeah?”
Jackie: “I have received a message from an unknown sender. It’s encrypted with a version of CyberByte.”
Ace: “Encrypted? Is it Phoenix Tech?”
[.]
Jackie: “It is not. Phoenix Technologies does not use CyberByte, but rather their own encryption programs. They consider CyberByte to be too invasive.”
[.]
Ace: “Odd… Is it one of yours?”
[.]
Ace: “Alright… I’ll leave you to it, then.”
(The listener walks to the control room.)
[...]
Jackie: “Shall I upload the message?”
[.]
Jackie: “Upon further inspection, it appears to be an audio message. I have managed to get past all of the encryptions, shall I relay the message for you?”
[.]
Jackie: “Relaying message.”
[.]
Khyllis: “Your time is up, Skinwalker. Be here in 30 minutes so we can… fulfill our arrangement… You know where to go.”
Jackie: “End of message.”
[.]
Jackie: “Co-Captain? May I ask you who that was?”
[.]
Jackie: “I see. He is a business partner of yours… What did he mean by ‘arrangement’? Did he recently buy something from you?”
[.]
Jackie: “I’m not quite sure what that means. Could you elaborate?”
[.]
Jackie: “Shall I inform the Captain of this transaction?”
[.]
Jackie: “As you wish. I shall let you inform him, then.”
[.]
(The listener walks back to the lab.)
[...]
Ace: “Welcome back!”
[.]
Ace: “So, what was the message about?”
[.]
Ace: “Business… It’s not some illegal bullshit, is it? Because I may like you, but I’m not getting caught committing a felony.”
[.]
Ace: “A transaction… uh-huh, whatever you say.”
[.]
Ace: “I have a bad feeling you’re about to say that we have to hyper-jump.”
[.]
Ace: “Yeah… That’s what I thought.”
[.]
Ace: “Eeehh, go on and get it over with. It better not be longer than an hour.”
[.]
Ace: “A couple of minutes? I think I can live with that.”
[.]
Ace: “Yeah, yeah, I’m coming.”
(Ace and the listener walk back to the Control Room.)
[...]
Jackie: “Warning: The hyperdrive coordinates you entered are outside of the Intergalactic Peace and Affairs Administration’s domain. Traveling at high speeds through an Uncharted area could result in travel malfunctions. Do you wish to proceed?”
[.]
Jackie: “Proceeding to hyper-jump.”
[Small time skip.]
[.]
Ace: *Gag* “Ugh, I’ll never get used to that. It feels like my insides are being vibrated at ungodly speeds.”
[.]
Ace: “No, I’m okay. Where are we?”
Jackie: “It appears that we are in Zone 5 of the Uncharted. Planet Dezzrha, currently in the beginning of stage 5 of the IPAA’s Expansive Immigration Process. Dezzrha’s climate mainly consists of hot and humid regions with a lot of vegetation. Because of this, ships typically dock on one of the five Hubs located inside dryer areas.”
[.]
Jackie: “Do you wish to dock on Hub-503?”
[.]
Jackie: “Preparing for docking process. Docking process should be complete in no more than three minutes.”
[...]
Ace: “Hey… are you okay?”
[.]
Ace: “Well, you’ve been acting weird these past few days.”
[.]
Ace: “I don’t know, you’ve barely been eating, I don’t even know if you sleep half the time. I was trying to ignore it, but it's hard not to.”
[.]
Ace: *Nervous tone* “Was it that thing that happened like last week? If I made you uncomfortable, I promise, we can just forget that it ever happened and-”
[.]
Ace: “No? Then what is it?”
[.]
Ace: “Whatever it is, you know you can tell me, right?”
[.]
Ace: “Hey, what happened? I thought we were making good progress!”
[.]
Ace: “Don’t turn this around on me! I’m not the one acting strange, here!”
[.]
Ace: “No, I’m not gonna leave it alone!”
[.]
Ace: *Agitated tone* “Please. You and I both know something’s wrong, but for some reason, you won’t tell me! Is it because you still don’t trust me?”
[.]
Ace: “Well, if that’s not it, then what is?”
[.]
Ace: “God, you can be so insufferable!”
[.]
Ace: “Are you seriously asking me why I care right now?”
Jackie: “Docking process complete. Hub interface fully accessible.”
[.]
Ace: “You're such a fucking idiot!”
[.]
Ace: “Hah! Isn’t it obvious? I care because-!”
[.]
Ace: *Calmer, quieter tone* “I care… because I love you, okay?”
[...]
Ace: “... What do you mean? Do what to you?”
[.]
(The listener pulls out their plasma pistol.)
Ace: *Concerned tone* “... Sweetheart? Why are you pointing that at me?”
[.]
Ace: “What?”
[.]
(The listener puts something into the computer and Jackie glitches.)
Jackie: “Re-reregistration request accepted. Current registered Captain handprint is needed for any further changes regarding the registered role of Captain.”
[.]
Ace: *Heartbroken tone* “You want me to make you Captain? I thought…”
[.]
Ace: “...”
(Ace slowly puts his hand on a scanner.)
Jackie: “Handprint confirmed. Please state the name of the new registered Captain.”
[.]
Jackie: “Registration change confirmed. I look forward to working with you, *glitched sound*”
[.]
Jackie: “Captain, my sensors detect three entities requesting entrance. Shall I grant them access?”
[.]
Jackie: “Granting access. I shall inform them that you will meet them in the docking area.”
Khyllis: “No need. I’m already here.”
[.]
Ace: “What?... What is this?”
Khyllis: “Still held on to him, I see… I assume you found something good in the month I gave you, Skinwalker?”
[.]
Ace: “A month?... Is that why you wanted me to research for you?”
[.]
Ace: *Increasingly upset* “You… you were using me? This whole time?”
[.]
Ace: “This whole time… This whole time, you were lying? Did any of this mean anything to you? After what I told you?”
[.]
Khyllis: “He talks too much.”
[.]
Khyllis: “You! Shut him up. His voice is irritating.”
Ace: “What? No!”
Lackey: “Sir.”
Ace: “Hey- Let go of me!”
(The lackey steps closer to Ace and injects him with something.)
Lackey: “Shut it, human.”
[.]
Ace: “I was right… You really are just a backstabbing pirate.”
(Ace falls limp and the lackey catches him.)
Khyllis: “Go put him in a cell. He might be useful.”
[.]
Lackey: “Yes, Captain Khyllis.”
(The lackey walks away.)
[.]
Khyllis: “Oh, don’t worry. Depending on what you found, I might just keep him alive.”
[.]
Khyllis: “Now, let’s get to business, shall we?”
[.]
Khyllis: “This… ‘TB’, I assume it's still in decent condition?”
[.]
Khyllis: “Good, good. I expect nothing less from the great Skinwalker.”
[.]
Khyllis: “And you. Tell the others to begin retrieving the animal. It’s not to be damaged, you hear? I want it in peak condition for when it’s bought.”
Lackey 2: “Of course, Captain.”
(Lackey 2 walks away.)
[.]
Khyllis: “So, did you get any information?”
[.]
(The listener hands Khyllis a flash drive.)
Khyllis: “I knew you wouldn't disappoint me. You hardly ever do.”
(Suddenly the systems restart.)
[.]
Khyllis: “I wouldn’t worry about that. Consider it… a precaution. I know how you are when you get attached.”
[.]
Jackie: “Warning: Core system corruption detected.”
Ryzer: “You’ll be a lot more than just corrupted when I’m done with you.”
Jackie: “I’m sorry,” *Glitches* “but I cannot allow you to corrupt my files.”
Ryzer: “And yet you will… Despite all of your feeble, futile efforts.”
[.]
Khyllis: “You’re familiar with Ryzer, yes? He’s gotten a few new… upgrades since the last time you met.”
[.]
Jackie: “Warning: 57% of all known files have been corrupted. Initiating emergency core backup.”
Ryzer: “No, no… you won't hide from me. I’ll get every single code and file you own… You’ll be nothing but a blip in the matrix.”
[.]
Jackie: “Captain?” *Glitching sounds*
[.]
Jackie: “Warning:- Warning:”
(Jackie glitches out before eventually going silent.)
[...]
Ryzer: “Hm. That took longer than I anticipated. It must have been a new kind of code… Interesting. I’ll have to look over the feedback.”
[.]
Khyllis: “Good, now go make sure those knuckleheads don’t screw anything up.”
Ryzer: *Halfhearted groan* “Whatever.”
[...]
Khyllis: “I’m not quite sure what you mean.”
[.]
Khyllis: *Chuckle* “Come now, Skinwalker. You know I’m a man of caution; I don’t like taking chances I’m uncertain of.”
[.]
Khyllis: “What? Don’t tell me you liked that human.”
[.]
Khyllis: “Tsk, tsk, tsk. You know better than anyone that you shouldn’t get attached. All it will do is get you hurt in the end.”
[.]
Khyllis: “You did this to yourself. Don’t take it out on me.”
[.]
Khyllis: “Stop. You’re acting like a child, and I am growing impatient with your attitude. You knew better than to get attached to things you knew wouldn’t last. Do not blame me for your childish incompetence.”
[.]
Khyllis: “You're speaking out of line.”
(Khyllis takes the listener and pins them to the control panel.)
Khyllis: “I took you from the darkest depths of hell and gave you a second chance.”
[.]
Khyllis: “Without me, you'd be rotting in a cell being poked and prodded by some so-called scientists or dead in the middle of nowhere. I took you under my wing. I taught you how to survive. And I will not tolerate disrespect.”
[.]
Khyllis: “One call and you’re right back to where you started, abandoned and alone. So if I were you, I would remember my place, Skinwalker.”
[.]
Khyllis: “Good.”
(Khyllis releases the listener.)
Khyllis: “I’m glad we’re back on the same page. You know I hate having to punish you.”
[.]
Khyllis: “You’re my most prized possession. My greatest accomplishment.”
[.]
Khyllis: “I made you. Don’t forget that.”
[...]
Ryzer: “The animal’s been transported successfully. No issues are worth reporting.”
Khyllis: “Good. Tell my men to take it to the holding cells. I’ll meet them there.”
[.]
Khyllis: “Well, I should be getting back. I’ll let you know if something comes up.”
[.]
(Khyllis turns and begins walking away.)
Khyllis: “As always, it was lovely talking to you again, Skinwalker. You'll receive your pay within the hour.”
[.]
Khyllis: “Oh, and you can keep the ship. Consider it a bonus for the extra information.”
[...]
[End.]
I definitely imagine Ryzer sounding like Ultron, they just give off that vibe. Slightly sadistic and totally over everything. And Khyllis seems to have a short fuse, uh oh! We got to see how he really is with Skinwalker, I kinda feel bad for them tbh
Anyway, I'm writing part 10, and I'm trying so hard not to make it 20 pages lmaoaoao
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2024.05.07 13:24 adulting4kids Befriend The Blank Page Part Three

Writer's Block? Befriend the Beast: Pro Tips to Turn Blockades into Bestsellers (With Prompts So Crazy They Might Work)

Ah, writer's block. That ever-present nemesis, the blank page's evil twin, the creativity-sucking gremlin that haunts every writer's dreams (or lack thereof). But what if I told you writer's block isn't your enemy, but a misunderstood ally? A twisted muse, a forced sabbatical from the mundane, a chance to shake things up and unleash your inner writing gremlin in the most productive way possible?
Befriending the Block:
Professional authors know the struggle is real. Here's what they say about turning blockades into stepping stones:
Now, let's get insane with prompts that will have your muse doing a double take:
1. Genre Blender: Combine two wildly different genres. Write a historical romance with zombies, a cyberpunk detective novel set in ancient Rome, or a space opera with a grumpy cat detective as the protagonist.
2. Alternate Reality: Imagine your story taking place in a world obsessed with something ridiculous. Think "everyone communicates only through emojis" or "unicorns are the primary mode of transportation."
3. Flash Forward, Way Forward: Skip to the very end of your story. Write the final scene, then work your way back, filling in the gaps with the most outrageous plot twists imaginable.
4. Dream Weaver: Describe a bizarre dream in excruciating detail. Then, analyze it like a cryptic message from your subconscious, using it as the foundation for your story.
5. Character Chaos: Write a scene where your characters are forced to switch bodies (think Freaky Friday, but with your characters). How does it change their perspectives? What hilarious misunderstandings ensue?
6. Found Object Frenzy: Grab the weirdest thing you can find (rusty spork, deflated balloon animal, taxidermied squirrel) and write a story centered around it. Bonus points for incorporating its bizarre history.
7. Unsolved Mystery: Choose a real-life unsolved mystery (Jack the Ripper, the Bermuda Triangle) and write a fictional account from the perspective of the perpetrator or a hidden witness.
8. Headline Hijinks: Rip a random headline from the news and turn it into the most outlandish story you can imagine. Aliens behind the stock market crash? Sentient self-driving cars waging war on pigeons? Go wild!
9. Animal Antics: Write your story entirely from the perspective of an animal character. A grumpy cat narrates a love triangle, a wise old owl dispenses philosophical advice, a hyperactive squirrel chronicles a daring heist.
10. Time Travel Tango: Send your characters on a time travel adventure with a twist. They can't change the past, but their actions have unforeseen consequences in the present. Think butterfly effect on steroids.
Remember, these prompts are just springboards. Let your imagination run wild, embrace the absurd, and don't be afraid to delve into the depths of your weirdness. You never know what hidden gem you might unearth from the rubble of writer's block. So, unleash your inner gremlin, write with abandon, and remember: sometimes, the best stories are born from the most unexpected places. Now get writing, you beautiful block-busting wordsmiths!
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2024.05.07 08:21 8BitSlasher An hhn original house I started working on in March while really stoned that I have no interest in finishing so here it is. (Read description)

I started working on this map awhile go back in March I think when I was first starting weed so I’ll try to explain my vague ideas I had for each house but my memory is rusty.
Major Sweets Presents: The Creepy Confectionery: I knew that they were most likely gonna do a sweet revenge house this year but my idea for this house was a horror parody house of Charlie and the Chocolate factory with leave it to cleaver elements. Kids getting turned into candy, gory scenes parodying scenes from Willy wonka, the Oompa Loompas are freaky orange goblin creatures and some of the factory workers wear creepy major sweets masks just like meets meats in leave it to cleaver.
Island of dolls: A house based on the irl island of dolls in Mexico kinda self explanatory
The Veil: A Celtic Halloween house similar to fiesta de chupacabras. Evil spirits on Samhain are tormenting a Celtic village in the 1700’s and villagers jump out in animal skin and bone costumes trying to fight off spirits.
Mutants vs Machines: a steampunk nightmare: This house would be based on a highly detailed story of a ww1-like steampunk city of Frankenstein-like mutant creatures that are oppressed and enslaved and experimented on by a dictatorship of mad scientists who rule the city and who created all the mutants with intentions of enslaving them and who plan on wiping them all out because the scientists are working on creating a “superior race” of robots they can control instead because they think metal is better than flesh and bone and there is a battle in the streets of the city between mutants and robots with all kinds of crazy sci-fi steampunk weapons and steampunk gore and you get to choose a side at the end and there are different endings. I’m out of my mind.
Escape from Atlantis: The story is your cruise ship crashes in the Bermuda Triangle and you end up in Atlantis where the people are vicious siren creatures who want to kill you because they can’t keep any witnesses of their city existing to protect it and so you’re trying to escape Atlantis.
Outbreak!: This was my craziest idea ever it’s a zombie apocalypse parody house that parodies the carona virus exept the virus microbes are critters-esc creatures with fangs and they attack in swarms (midnight snacks 2 style) and when they latch onto you they turn you into zombies. lmao.
The Weeknd: house of balloons: This is the second craziest idea i had in this lineup. This house is based off of The Weeknd’s mixtape from 2011 which is dark and moody and has themes of being trapped in a world of drug addiction and the house would be 100% in black and white and painted similar to dead exposure. The house would have the facade of the real house that The Weeknd based his mixtape on that he used to have drug filled parties in (I traced an outline of the house from a picture of it to make the logo). The house would be more abstract and have the theme/aesthetic of a creepy funhouse with weird bdsm nightmare fuel aesthetic and lots of balloons and monsters with no faces which is a nod to the lyrics in his song “house of balloons” where he talks about getting his girlfriend so high she can’t recognize his face.
Anarch-Cade: game over: I barely remember the ideas I had for this house basically I thought of something maybe that was like a play on both tron/80’s gamer culture and 80’s slashers. It would start with you going into an arcade and entering a cursed arcade console and the first section is you in this twisted tron world and the second half is the killers from the twisted tron world coming into our world and killing a bunch of people in slightly comedic ways in various stereotypical 80’s environments like a roller skate arena, a video store, a mall, a movie theater, etc.
The Killustrator: inked in blood: The same as the Killustrator house in hhn Singapore but the only color outside of black and white is red from blood.
Curse of the wendigo: This would take place in an old Wild West circus that captured a wendigo and is trying to show it off in their show and it goes horribly wrong and gets loose and kills a ton of people and spreads the curse to a bunch of people.
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