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2024.05.11 13:45 Sinister-John One the craziest last day vacation stories you’ll ever read in your life! 💀
This story was written and emailed to me by an anonymous source. And it’s one of the craziest most bizarre stories I’ve ever read. Ever! 😆 Enjoy the read. It’s long and ridiculously wild. ☘️
Okay so…
I went on vacation to Ireland with my brother last year. And had the most wildest experience of my life there.
Or should I say, we both had the most…wildest experience.
But More so me. And to Tell you the truth, I don’t think I’ll ever go back again after what happened.
As a matter of fact, no, I won’t go back.
So, it’s a Sunday night and it was pretty much our last day of vacationing.
My older brother Shane, wanted to go out… And I’m quoting him - “let’s get fuckin wasted tonight!”
So… We’re on vacation right? Why not? We had rented an Airbnb for the week, we had a rental car - we had a great week so far and we were having…
A proper vacation.
He was already dressed up and ready to go. I wanted to take a quick shower and shave so I told him to head out and I’d call him when I was ready for him to pick me up.
He says cool. He leaves, and I jump in the shower. He’s the one that knows the hot spots in Ireland better than I do. I mean, this was my first time ever coming here. So…
I take a shower, shave, and I get dressed. As I’m about to call my brother, the front door to our Airbnb opens up.
And Its my brother with two bad ass Irish women! They both jump on the couch and they’re laughing their asses off and my brother is just standing there looking at me with a sly grin on his face.
He looks over at the ladies and says - “Give me a minute please” walks over to me, puts his arm over my shoulder and walks me to the bathroom. He then whips out a bag of mushrooms and smiles. Ya know… The psychedelic kind.
I look down at the bag and I shake my head.
He says to me - “come on bro. We got two hotties out there who are trippin and they want to party. Don’t be a flake. This is our last night. Let’s make it special.”
I don’t like disappointing my brother but I was kind of hesitant.
I opened the bathroom door and take a look at these gorgeous women who were both sitting upright now and both looking at me as I opened the door. Both smiling. I smiled back. Closed the door… I looked at my brother and said - “Alright dood fuck it! Let’s do it!”
He gives me a huge hug, kisses me on the forehead, pours me a handful of shrooms and does the same for himself.
We both looked at each other to see who would go first. He counted to three and down the hatch they went. But they were the most unpleasant tasting mushrooms I’ve ever eaten in my life. They were disgusting.
I ran to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of juice because I was having a hard time chewing these nasty things.
But my brother Shane? No, he’s a pro. You give that guy a barrel of hay and he’ll eat it faster than a horse. The guy can eat anything.
40 minutes go by and I’m still straight as a pin. However, my brother on the other hand? He’s already trippin.
I think he had already taken some beforehand.
But in the next 10 minutes… These shrooms hit me like a ton of bricks! It was like this intense wave of cool and hot went completely through my body.
And I’ve taken mushrooms quite a few times but have never felt anything like this before. It was so sudden!
And I feel fantastic!
The next hour went by so fast because we were having so much fun! And these Irish girls? Man… I had the sexiest one! A beautiful Redhead by the name of Katrina.
She was kind of short though. About 5’1” maybe? But good things come in small packages, right? Well, not really. And you’ll know why soon enough.
I don’t recall anything else that happened for the rest of the night after my brother left with the other girl. And before I continue with the rest of the story. My brother’s name is really not Shane. And the redhead girl I was with is not named Katrina.
You see I had to make up these names to protect me and my brother. Because what happened during the rest of the night? I don’t remember. But also, I’ll never forget either.
Okay so, let's get back to the story…
I do remember my brother leaving with… Let's just call her Gloria, Katrina’s friend? And me and Katrina, the redhead, stood behind. I do remember us making out in the bathroom together, but…Everything else after that? There’s nothing there. Nothing. I don’t recall anything from that point forward no matter how badly I try to remember.
This is what my brother told me he witnessed as he arrived back at the Airbnb five hours later with Gloria.
And until this day, I still don’t want to believe this happened. But according to my brother…
It truly did happen.
My brother is going to write this part of the story because he’s the one that has this locked in his memory for life. And for the sake of the story, my name will be Alex.
Here is my brother Shane’s point of view - his perspective on what he witnessed that crazy night. Wow man… This is so fucking nuts. So buckle up and be prepared. I understand you don’t know who I am, but I swear, I’m not a bad person. Okay.
- “Shane’s” story on what he witnessed.
Yeah so, I guess I’m Shane now. Unreal…
Okay. Here we go. Meat and potatoes.
We arrive back at the Airbnb and I see Alex outside in the front of the house wearing only socks and he’s running around on top of the grass like an animal yanking out handfuls of grass from underneath him.
I look at Gloria and we’re both baffled at what we just saw.
First thing I said was - “Oh yeah! This dood is off his rocker right about now - as I parked the car.
We both hop out of the car and walk up to the front door. I slide the key into the door, it unlocks, but there’s a chair behind the door and it’s tipped over blocking the entry way and only leaving enough space for a crack. We both awkwardly look at one another and as I’m about to call out for my brother, I hear someone sprinting towards the door and bang!
The fuckin idiot shuts the door on us.
I then knock on the door softly because It’s almost 1 in the morning as I don’t want to make too much noise. God only knows what this kid has been doing since me and Gloria left.
After I knock on the door a few times, I hear the chair getting pushed to the side and my brother slightly opens the door. I take a peek inside, and his nose is broken, lips are bubbled up and his left eye is completely shut, black and blue and swollen.
He then drops to his knees, and begins crying but no sound is coming out of him! You know… Like when you get smacked by your parents when you’re a kid and it shocks the soul of you? Yeah, that kind of cry.
I don’t react to what he’s doing to not scare the shit out of Gloria, because she’s right beside me. So I push the door open and tell Gloria to hang on a second and shut the door and lock it.
I pick his busted ass up and sit him on the couch. I look around the house and it’s in complete shambles. Our clothes are everywhere, there’s food all over the fuckin walls. It was chaotic. And my brother is now sitting up breathing frantically.
I ask him - “what in the fuck happened?”
He looks at me. Face looking like he got into a boxing match with Rocky Marciano and whispers to me.
“Dood… There’s a leprechaun in the bathroom.”
“A fuckin what now?” - I said with the most bewildered look on my face. I mean I must have… I wish I would have taken a picture of my face at that very moment. I should have taken pictures of everything so this idiot could see the havoc he wreaked on that night.
My imbecile brother continues - “I’m telling you. There’s a fuckin leprechaun in the fuckin bathroom and this little lucky charms motherfucker won’t tell me where he hid the gold!”
“A leprechaun in the bathroom. What the fuck happened to you?” I said as I felt my blood beginning to boil.
The Imbecile then says - “Don’t worry. Don’t worry! I hogtied that little bitch and stuffed my underwear in its mouth. It’s in the bathtub. But don’t go in there. Don’t go in there. This thing fucked me up!”
And now I can hear someone fumbling in the bathroom moaning very softly. I looked at my brother and said - “What in the fuck did you do Alex?”
He replies - “I’m telling you. It’s a fucking leprechaun.”
“Okay. Okay.” - I said. “Stay right here and just, don’t move. Don’t do anything. Just keep still.
His eyes were so huge and dilated. He was so fuckin high. He had heartbeat pulses pumping from the top of his head.
I rushed back over to the front door and told Gloria that my brother got into a fight with a couple of guys at a pub while me and her were out and that her friend Katrina left because she got scared. She told me that was the first time she met that girl tonight so she really didn’t care and shrugged it off. Which was a huge relief to me. I told her thank you for a wonderful night. She understood. W said our goodbyes. I shut the door. And now… What the fuck is in the bathroom? Or better yet, who, is in the bathroom? Because let’s face it. This motherfucker did not find and fight with a leprechaun tonight. No way. There’s just no fuckin way.
I rush over to the bathroom and my brother leaps at my legs, and he’s holding onto me for dear life, begging me!
He says - “Please don’t untie it! It’s got magical powers! PLEASE!!!
Now, at this very moment? I am sort of hesitant about opening the bathroom door. But I snap out of it and open it. What the fuck. A leprechaun? No, I don’t think so.
I open the door…
“Holy shit.” - I said while covering my hands with my mouth. The floor was smeared in blood as if someone was dragged, leading to the huge cast iron tub. Smeared bloody handprints were all over the tub. And now I hear the faint moan coming from the tub. My legs are shaking and feel like they’re ready to give out on me. I was scared shitless.
“What did my brother do? Who is in that bathtub? I pray to God Katrina isn’t in there right now.” - I said to myself completely freaked out.
I slowly walk up to the bathtub…
And sure enough, there is a hogtied person lying in it with my brother's underwear stuffed in their mouth with a ripped t-shirt tied around their head and mouth, but… It’s not Katrina.
It’s a little person. You know, a dwarf? And… He’s literally dressed up in a leprechaun costume…
And how, on God's green earth did he end up here?
He has no idea I’m standing above him. I reach down to begin untying him but he begins squirming and screaming. I told him to relax and that I was here to help him.
And then My imbecile brother Alex, rushes into the bathroom and tackles me down. Stands up and begins shouting at this poor bastard hogtied in the tub - “Tell me where it is you greedy little fuck! Tell me!!!
I jumped to my feet and slapped my brother back to his childhood. Grabbed him by the throat, tripped him and threw him to the ground and said - “are you fuckin crazy? Do you want to go to prison for kidnapping? What in the fuck is the matter with you? You dumb fuck!!”
He then looks up at me with this pessimistic look on his face and says - “It’s a fucking leprechaun dood. A leprechaun.”
I was absolutely dumbfounded and furious at this point. I have this stranger in my Airbnb rental, hogtied and gagged and squirming and screaming and my brother thinks that he’s a leprechaun…
I can’t make this shit up.
He was so fucking high on those mushrooms. He was absolutely convinced that this man was a leprechaun. So… I had to play the game.
It was the only way to help this poor son of a bitch that my brother had kidnapped and hogtied in our Airbnb rental.
I calmly whispered and told him to please leave the bathroom so I could interrogate the leprechaun and find out where he was hiding the pot of gold.
My brother slowly stood up to his feet, face busted up, his cock and balls all shriveled and tight, looked at the man dressed up as a leprechaun, smiled at him with an evil grin and just, walked away…
And as he walked away, I told him to go and please put some clothes on, lay down in bed, and that I would handle the leprechaun. That I, would find out where the gold was hidden…
And that’s all I’m saying. I’m giving the computer back to my dumbass of a brother to finish off whatever else he wants to write.
Pretty outlandish right? I know. I know. You must think that I’m bat shit crazy huh? Okay so, to make the rest of this long story short, my brother Shane never told me what he did with the poor guy I hogtied and, well… i don’t remember how this guy came to be in my possession. I really don’t.
The only thing my brother Shane told me was that he ungagged him, untied him, and that he was extremely pissed off. And that he had compensated him for his troubles.
Man, I felt so horrible. I felt so horrible…
What I do remember though is waking up that following afternoon with my face all fucked up. Dehydrated with a tremendous splitting headache. I had no clue as to why I looked and felt the way I did. It was terrifying.
All of our luggage was packed and my brother was just sitting there, legs crossed and his arms folded.
Hey man… Take it from me. Don’t do fuckin drugs.
Regards, “Alex” & “Shane”
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2024.05.11 11:58 Sinister-John A Proper Vacation
This story was written and emailed to me by an anonymous source. And it’s one of the craziest stories I’ve ever read in my life. Enjoy the read. It’s wild. ☘️
Story by - Anonymous
Okay so…
I went on vacation to Ireland with my brother last year. And had the most wildest experience of my life there.
Or should I say, we both had the most…wildest experience.
But More so me. And to Tell you the truth, I don’t think I’ll ever go back again after what happened.
As a matter of fact, no, I won’t go back.
So, it’s a Sunday night and it was pretty much our last day of vacationing.
My older brother Shane, wanted to go out… And I’m quoting him - “let’s get fuckin wasted tonight!”
So… We’re on vacation right? Why not? We had rented an Airbnb for the week, we had a rental car - we had a great week so far and we were having…
A proper vacation.
He was already dressed up and ready to go. I wanted to take a quick shower and shave so I told him to head out and I’d call him when I was ready for him to pick me up.
He says cool. He leaves, and I jump in the shower. He’s the one that knows the hot spots in Ireland better than I do. I mean, this was my first time ever coming here. So…
I take a shower, shave, and I get dressed. As I’m about to call my brother, the front door to our Airbnb opens up.
And Its my brother with two bad ass Irish women! They both jump on the couch and they’re laughing their asses off and my brother is just standing there looking at me with a sly grin on his face.
He looks over at the ladies and says - “Give me a minute please” walks over to me, puts his arm over my shoulder and walks me to the bathroom. He then whips out a bag of mushrooms and smiles. Ya know… The psychedelic kind.
I look down at the bag and I shake my head.
He says to me - “come on bro. We got two hotties out there who are trippin and they want to party. Don’t be a flake. This is our last night. Let’s make it special.”
I don’t like disappointing my brother but I was kind of hesitant.
I opened the bathroom door and take a look at these gorgeous women who were both sitting upright now and both looking at me as I opened the door. Both smiling. I smiled back. Closed the door… I looked at my brother and said - “Alright dood fuck it! Let’s do it!”
He gives me a huge hug, kisses me on the forehead, pours me a handful of shrooms and does the same for himself.
We both looked at each other to see who would go first. He counted to three and down the hatch they went. But they were the most unpleasant tasting mushrooms I’ve ever eaten in my life. They were disgusting.
I ran to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of juice because I was having a hard time chewing these nasty things.
But my brother Shane? No, he’s a pro. You give that guy a barrel of hay and he’ll eat it faster than a horse. The guy can eat anything.
40 minutes go by and I’m still straight as a pin. However, my brother on the other hand? He’s already trippin.
I think he had already taken some beforehand.
But in the next 10 minutes… These shrooms hit me like a ton of bricks! It was like this intense wave of cool and hot went completely through my body.
And I’ve taken mushrooms quite a few times but have never felt anything like this before. It was so sudden!
And I feel fantastic!
The next hour went by so fast because we were having so much fun! And these Irish girls? Man… I had the sexiest one! A beautiful Redhead by the name of Katrina.
She was kind of short though. About 5’1” maybe? But good things come in small packages, right? Well, not really. And you’ll know why soon enough.
I don’t recall anything else that happened for the rest of the night after my brother left with the other girl. And before I continue with the rest of the story. My brother’s name is really not Shane. And the redhead girl I was with is not named Katrina.
You see I had to make up these names to protect me and my brother. Because what happened during the rest of the night? I don’t remember. But also, I’ll never forget either.
Okay so, let's get back to the story…
I do remember my brother leaving with… Let's just call her Gloria, Katrina’s friend? And me and Katrina, the redhead, stood behind. I do remember us making out in the bathroom together, but…Everything else after that? There’s nothing there. Nothing. I don’t recall anything from that point forward no matter how badly I try to remember.
This is what my brother told me he witnessed as he arrived back at the Airbnb five hours later with Gloria.
And until this day, I still don’t want to believe this happened. But according to my brother…
It truly did happen.
My brother is going to write this part of the story because he’s the one that has this locked in his memory for life. And for the sake of the story, my name will be Alex.
Here is my brother Shane’s point of view - his perspective on what he witnessed that crazy night. Wow man… This is so fucking nuts. So buckle up and be prepared. I understand you don’t know who I am, but I swear, I’m not a bad person. Okay.
- “Shane’s” story on what he witnessed.
Yeah so, I guess I’m Shane now. Unreal…
Okay. Here we go. Meat and potatoes.
We arrive back at the Airbnb and I see Alex outside in the front of the house wearing only socks and he’s running around on top of the grass like an animal yanking out handfuls of grass from underneath him.
I look at Gloria and we’re both baffled at what we just saw.
First thing I said was - “Oh yeah! This dood is off his rocker right about now - as I parked the car.
We both hop out of the car and walk up to the front door. I slide the key into the door, it unlocks, but there’s a chair behind the door and it’s tipped over blocking the entry way and only leaving enough space for a crack. We both awkwardly look at one another and as I’m about to call out for my brother, I hear someone sprinting towards the door and bang!
The fuckin idiot shuts the door on us.
I then knock on the door softly because It’s almost 1 in the morning as I don’t want to make too much noise. God only knows what this kid has been doing since me and Gloria left.
After I knock on the door a few times, I hear the chair getting pushed to the side and my brother slightly opens the door. I take a peek inside, and his nose is broken, lips are bubbled up and his left eye is completely shut, black and blue and swollen.
He then drops to his knees, and begins crying but no sound is coming out of him! You know… Like when you get smacked by your parents when you’re a kid and it shocks the soul of you? Yeah, that kind of cry.
I don’t react to what he’s doing to not scare the shit out of Gloria, because she’s right beside me. So I push the door open and tell Gloria to hang on a second and shut the door and lock it.
I pick his busted ass up and sit him on the couch. I look around the house and it’s in complete shambles. Our clothes are everywhere, there’s food all over the fuckin walls. It was chaotic. And my brother is now sitting up breathing frantically.
I ask him - “what in the fuck happened?”
He looks at me. Face looking like he got into a boxing match with Rocky Marciano and whispers to me.
“Dood… There’s a leprechaun in the bathroom.”
“A fuckin what now?” - I said with the most bewildered look on my face. I mean I must have… I wish I would have taken a picture of my face at that very moment. I should have taken pictures of everything so this idiot could see the havoc he wreaked on that night.
My imbecile brother continues - “I’m telling you. There’s a fuckin leprechaun in the fuckin bathroom and this little lucky charms motherfucker won’t tell me where he hid the gold!”
“A leprechaun in the bathroom. What the fuck happened to you?” I said as I felt my blood beginning to boil.
The Imbecile then says - “Don’t worry. Don’t worry! I hogtied that little bitch and stuffed my underwear in its mouth. It’s in the bathtub. But don’t go in there. Don’t go in there. This thing fucked me up!”
And now I can hear someone fumbling in the bathroom moaning very softly. I looked at my brother and said - “What in the fuck did you do Alex?”
He replies - “I’m telling you. It’s a fucking leprechaun.”
“Okay. Okay.” - I said. “Stay right here and just, don’t move. Don’t do anything. Just keep still.
His eyes were so huge and dilated. He was so fuckin high. He had heartbeat pulses pumping from the top of his head.
I rushed back over to the front door and told Gloria that my brother got into a fight with a couple of guys at a pub while me and her were out and that her friend Katrina left because she got scared. She told me that was the first time she met that girl tonight so she really didn’t care and shrugged it off. Which was a huge relief to me. I told her thank you for a wonderful night. She understood. W said our goodbyes. I shut the door. And now… What the fuck is in the bathroom? Or better yet, who, is in the bathroom? Because let’s face it. This motherfucker did not find and fight with a leprechaun tonight. No way. There’s just no fuckin way.
I rush over to the bathroom and my brother leaps at my legs, and he’s holding onto me for dear life, begging me!
He says - “Please don’t untie it! It’s got magical powers! PLEASE!!!
Now, at this very moment? I am sort of hesitant about opening the bathroom door. But I snap out of it and open it. What the fuck. A leprechaun? No, I don’t think so.
I open the door…
“Holy shit.” - I said while covering my hands with my mouth. The floor was smeared in blood as if someone was dragged, leading to the huge cast iron tub. Smeared bloody handprints were all over the tub. And now I hear the faint moan coming from the tub. My legs are shaking and feel like they’re ready to give out on me. I was scared shitless.
“What did my brother do? Who is in that bathtub? I pray to God Katrina isn’t in there right now.” - I said to myself completely freaked out.
I slowly walk up to the bathtub…
And sure enough, there is a hogtied person lying in it with my brother's underwear stuffed in their mouth with a ripped t-shirt tied around their head and mouth, but… It’s not Katrina.
It’s a little person. You know, a dwarf? And… He’s literally dressed up in a leprechaun costume…
And how, on God's green earth did he end up here?
He has no idea I’m standing above him. I reach down to begin untying him but he begins squirming and screaming. I told him to relax and that I was here to help him.
And then My imbecile brother Alex, rushes into the bathroom and tackles me down. Stands up and begins shouting at this poor bastard hogtied in the tub - “Tell me where it is you greedy little fuck! Tell me!!!
I jumped to my feet and slapped my brother back to his childhood. Grabbed him by the throat, tripped him and threw him to the ground and said - “are you fuckin crazy? Do you want to go to prison for kidnapping? What in the fuck is the matter with you? You dumb fuck!!”
He then looks up at me with this pessimistic look on his face and says - “It’s a fucking leprechaun dood. A leprechaun.”
I was absolutely dumbfounded and furious at this point. I have this stranger in my Airbnb rental, hogtied and gagged and squirming and screaming and my brother thinks that he’s a leprechaun…
I can’t make this shit up.
He was so fucking high on those mushrooms. He was absolutely convinced that this man was a leprechaun. So… I had to play the game.
It was the only way to help this poor son of a bitch that my brother had kidnapped and hogtied in our Airbnb rental.
I calmly whispered and told him to please leave the bathroom so I could interrogate the leprechaun and find out where he was hiding the pot of gold.
My brother slowly stood up to his feet, face busted up, his cock and balls all shriveled and tight, looked at the man dressed up as a leprechaun, smiled at him with an evil grin and just, walked away…
And as he walked away, I told him to go and please put some clothes on, lay down in bed, and that I would handle the leprechaun. That I, would find out where the gold was hidden…
And that’s all I’m saying. I’m giving the computer back to my dumbass of a brother to finish off whatever else he wants to write.
Pretty outlandish right? I know. I know. You must think that I’m bat shit crazy huh? Okay so, to make the rest of this long story short, my brother Shane never told me what he did with the poor guy I hogtied and, well… i don’t remember how this guy came to be in my possession. I really don’t.
The only thing my brother Shane told me was that he ungagged him, untied him, and that he was extremely pissed off. And that he had compensated him for his troubles.
Man, I felt so horrible. I felt so horrible…
What I do remember though is waking up that following afternoon with my face all fucked up. Dehydrated with a tremendous splitting headache. I had no clue as to why I looked and felt the way I did. It was terrifying.
All of our luggage was packed and my brother was just sitting there, legs crossed and his arms folded.
Hey man… Take it from me. Don’t do fuckin drugs.
Regards, “Alex”
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2024.05.09 02:35 kingArthurBruh Their little girl Or is it? (Synth tessa fanfic)
I finally finished the first chapter of this fanfic i wanted to make here is the post that i said how i planned the series *Some spoilers*
https://www.reddit.com/MurderDrones/comments/1cn55sh/ideia_for_a_fanfic_about_tessa_being_a_synth_part/ i changed a lot of things from that version to the current version The fanfic has 2700 words. we are still on the start of the fanfic
i know this is not the ideal way to read it but i'm still waiting for my Archive of our own account ):
“Their little girl Or is it?”
Dark…. Why is it so dark? You needs to know…. You try moving your legs but nothing happens, you just noticed how claustrophobic you felt. And that smell…. Is it oil? And why is it so hot too here?
You tried screaming but nothing came out of your mouth, only a warning showed up “Critically low oil levels all system are powered off to keep processor functional”, you start thinking of how to escape this situation. you try remembering any past event but nothing came up.
You start losing hope, that how I’m going to die huh. . . . . . . suddenly You felt a pleasant feeling coming from you mouth and into your entire body, it was so sweet..
Oil levels: 4.6%... Oil levels: 21.4%…
Oil levels: 39.7%…
Oil levels: 58.1%…
Oil levels: 72.6%…
Oil levels: 100%…
“No longer critical oil levels, starting all systems. . . . . . Success! Welcome back! Cyn”. Slowly opening her optical sensor Cyn takes a look around then she notices 3 figures around her, and one that is carrying her and the rest following behind her. Finally her optical sensor adjust for the brightness and she see its actually a human carrying her. And the human immediately notices that she is awake
“Ohh she woke up guys!” she heard a pretty emotionless “yay…” then followed by a super excited “yay!”. She lifted her head and saw 3 worker drones around her and the human. each one with a different hair style, at that moment she felt being lowered to the ground into a sitting position.
“Hi! How are you doing little one? Whats your name?”, after hearing this question Cyn face emotes immediately changed into distress because of her inability to remember her own name, then she remembered what the warning said, that must be her name.
“My name is Cyn” she said with a broken way of speech.
“Hi Cyn, my name is Tessa james elliot but you can just call me Tessa. The others drones are N, V and J” each one making a greeting sign after having their name mentioned together with a “Hi”
Tessa then explained to Cyn how they found her, overheating and damaged lucky the damage was just external and the overheating part was easy to fix with some oil.
“Lets go guys back to the manor, its getting late and you know how mother acts when I arrive late” everybody gave a nodding motion, but when Cyn tried moving everybody noticed Cyn weird and somewhat slow way of walking. Tessa broke the ice by saying “Oh I was not expecting that, if you want I can carry you on my back”. Tessa crouching down to Cyn level to allow her to climb her back, the robot without hesitation accepted the invitation and climbed onto Tessa back. While describing every action “Climb, embrace, holding on”.
Cyn quickly noticed Tessa’s unique smell she even gave a quick lick behind her neck
lucky nobody noticed the lick, Tessa’s taste was unique to say the least.
The other drones just stared at the scene, J getting jealous. “Hey I’m the only one supposed to do that!” said J, Cyn giving her a stare before popping her tongue out in a provocative manner, J happily reciprocated the act.
Finally after arriving at the front porch, Tessa tried putting Cyn down but the little drone refused to comply and just showed a message at her visor “Nuh uh”, Tessa just gave a bit of a sign and gave in for the drone wishes, too say that J didn't like it, would be a understatement. she needs to put some discipline into that drone later. . .
Tessa took her shoes off and tried to pat down off the dirt in her skirt then started making her way back to her room to add some accessories into Cyn hairless head and put some clothes too.
Sadly for Tessa she was intercepted by her mother in the corridor, immediately noticing her daughter messy state, she screamed “Tessa james elliot! what type of estate you think you live on? Look at how dirty you are right now”. Tessa started shaking and just said “Sorry mother I was. . .” Tessa gets interrupted before being able to say anything by a slap to her face, she stood shocked for a second before recovering.
Her mother finally noticed the drone in her back
“Oh god what is that on your back?! Did you bring another dirty toaster from that old scrapyard?”. Tessa stood there thinking of a answer to provide for her mother before feeling the drone in her back starting to climb down while the rest of the drones in the back just watched, Tessa's mother oblivious to the drone action.
Tessa finally managed to say “I was… walking outside when I accidentally tripped this estate drone and myself into some uhhh…mud with old oil! so I’m bringing it so a can take a bath and clean the drone too” while she said that the drone slowly walked behind one of Tessa’s drones. if she remembers correctly his name was N?
Tessa just managed to finish her statement before getting kicked in the stomach, Tessa giving out a gag before falling to the floor in pain, “HOW DARE YOU TRY TO LIE TO ME, go back to you room while think of a punishment for you insolence”
J quickly went to Tessa’s side to comfort herwhile V, N and Cyn watches with fear indicators on their screen excluding Cyn, she is still thinking of the situation and the relationship of Tessa and her mother, its definitively not pretty.
With that Tessa’s mother gave a quick sign and a disappointing look before leaving Tessa in the floor N and V watched she leave before approaching Tessa in the floor.
Cyn just stood there thinking why did Tessa take most of the blame. Cyn processor finally clicked and she started to understand the relationship between Tessa and her drones.Its pretty clear that Tessa is not the most normal human, if she was why would she have 3 drones following her, and be searchinga scrapyard for broken drones like Cyn?, its clear that she likes the drones to the extend of giving them human features like hair plus its clear that Tessa is from a high status family, does she even have human friends? - wait why is she analyzing it so deeply?
Suddenly she heard a voice in her processor and a weird feeling came with it
Interesting…
Befriend her
She is very interesting.
The voice left as quick as it came. Then Cyn suddenly remembered
“Hey ~robo bitch~”
~She~ turns to the source of the voice, there stands a ~man~ with his face blurred and
as ~she~ finishes turning around ~she~ was meet with a straight bullet followed by laughter then everything went dark. . . .
silly me *giggle* how could I forget it
She returns back to reality seeing Tessa in the floor, she decided to follow the what the voice said.
She look at the drones trying to comfort and help Tessa, she wants a piece of the pie
She approaches Tessa on the floor “Crouch pet Tessa. Sorry Big sister Tessa I should have helped you sooner” this helped Tessa mood a bit
Tessa gets up using the drone in her side as support and lets out some coughs and a sign
“Thanks. lets go to my room, I want to take a shower and get Cyn some hair and some clothes too”
Everybody nods and starts walking to Tessa’s room, while walking J tries starting some small talk to get the mood up a bit
“If you want Tessa we can bring you something to eat or drink, you are not alone here we are always going to stand by your side and you should remember that always. We can play some games after you finish Cyn hairstyle or you could skip that and go directly to bed if you feel tired”
N finally decides to say something “Sorry for not saying anything, I really don’t know what to say to be honest, this situation that you are in Tessa just bothers me”
V decides to join in “I personally think you are the best Tessa and I mean it! Look how good we look after you used your talents on us, don’t let the abuse bring you down”
Tessa replies “Thanks everybody, but I really want to give Cyn a new look too, I enjoy adding somebody to our family! And that brings me joy more that anything“
after Tessa says that she looks at the floor and starts making a worried faced.
They finally arrived at Tessa room after the conversation, Tessa takes off her socks skirt and shirt leaving she only with her underwear N and V turns away in a blush only Cyn and J keep watching. J is with a blush while Cyn just stares at the weird interaction and gives out a “Giggle”, as Tessa gets into the bathroom closing the door behind her
Cyn decides to tease J a bit “Are you guys really that close to Tessa. And J why didn’t you look away from big sister Tessa *Giggle\*”
J visor light you with a massive blush as she covered her face with her hands.
“ITS NOT LIKE THAT, I was just uhhhh….. wanting for her to request help, yeah! I was just waiting”
Cyn just continue to stare J with the biggest raised eyebrow she ever seen.
N and V just give each other a look of disbelief before returning their gazes to the two.
J mood quickly shifts from embarrassment to anger, she pins Cyn to the wall and gives her a stare, “You need to start having some manners here, Tessa is mine OK?
I was the first and I’m her most beloved drone so I have the right to keep lookingat Tessa’s body”
Tessa had finished her bath when she started hearing a argument outside so she decide to give a peek trough the door. She saw J pinning Cyn into the wall and saying something that she couldn't make out, are they fighting?
Cyn quickly noticed Tessa peaking trough the door and she quietly signaled to J.
J quickly turned around to Tessa, holding Cyn in a friendly way, Tessa knew her cover had been blown so she swinged the door open with the towel around her waist
“Finally took a nice shower, I’m going to b- wait one minute. . . . oh! almost forgot about something” she dropped the towel and immediately grabbed J still holding Cyn in her arms. N immediately turned around from embarrassment while V just keep looking with mouth agape from the scene in front of her, getting permanently burned into her optical sensors.
Tessa quickly noticed the behavior from the drones in the corner, getting a evil grin with very malefic intentions, Tessa settled J with Cyn onto a seat and started walking to both the drones in the corner, V immediately felt true primal fear for the first time ever in her programming, and N still clueless of Tessa’s evil intention.
Tessa pounced on both of them putting them in a unbreakable bear hug, while Cyn and J just watched the horrors of suffocation. Both of them started started praying for the two (Unlucky?) drones, J bitting her lips she is kinda jealous from the affection.
Tessa finally let V and N from her “Patent pending Bear hug” letting the drones get a breath of fresh air. “Thank guys for making my day actually bearable, I love you guys” Tessa said to N and V in her lap giving them a quick kiss on the visor, N turned into a lantern by the size of the blush in his visor, V gave Tessa a smile and just said “I Love you too Tessa!”
Tessa putted the drones down and went into the other two drones at the corner and gave them a bear hug too, and a quick kiss on the visor. “Ok Cyn lets give you some hair shall we? I have a idea for a hairstyle already” Tessa took a wig from a drawer and started working on the drones hair when she finished 15 minutes later. Cyn hairstyle was pretty much identical from Tessa’s own.
J glowing red with jealousy from the hairstyle, Cyn gave her another provocative tongue gesture. After Tessa finished Cyn hair she quickly gave the drone some clothes. Tessa letting out a Yawn “Finally I finished Cyn hair, I’m feeling really sleepy I’m going to bed”
Finally Tessa jumped into bed, quickly followed by J taking a spot beside Tessa
Cyn quickly caught on and walked into the spot beside Tessa followed by N and V.
Tessa quickly got comfortable in the bed and wrapped J in a hug using her as a personal heater. And started to drift off to sleep with her drones quickly following her step. Soon everybody was sleeping except one drone, Cyn started caressing Tessa’s head, she was pretty interested at Tessa because of her unusual behavior towards drones but she quickly felt a weird change in sensation when passing trough a part from Tessa’s head it didn't feel the same as the rest of head, She quickly found the specific location of the sensation and lifted the hair just above it, she found a weird patch on Tessa’s skin with a slight difference in color from the rest of her head. She started playing with it until she managed to open it, wait open it? She looked and she saw some type of port in the back of Tessa’s head, Cyn quickly analysed her internal database for what type of port it was. She quickly found it was a “Firewire” port.
Firewire was discontinued as a standard for general connection, now its exclusively used by drones as a way of data link, wait why did Tessa have that? Curiosity overwhelmed her, but that weird feeling happened again Cyn already knew what that was linked to. . . .
I said she was interesting. . . Connect to it. . .
the feeling again went away as quick as it came.
Cyn immediately complied withmasterthe voice, she pulled out the standard connection cable from her arm and plugged it in, immediately a menu appeared requesting authentication for model T.E.S.S.A synth. Cyn just stared at it for some seconds and took the courage to try a random combination.
After inputting and pressing enter Tessa body gave a quick jerk and a Error message showed up. “Wrong password! If you forgot the password, T.E.S.S.A manual provides a unique master restart code”.
Well that is a convenient piece of information the system just gave up, Cyn tought. After closing the warning she noticed a “About” button that was hidden on the upper right corner, after clicking on it
It showed a butch of information about the model and its capabilities
1-Identical human mind replication
2-Human like growth and simulated organs
3-Ability to consume organic material for feeding
4-Combat mode (Unstable)
5-bla bla bla do you even read this?
Legal warning!
JcJohnson does not take responsibility for ( usage of the unstable Combat mode, synth usage, damages, child support and possible unexpected behavior )
Cyn quickly copied the information into her storage and sneaky unplugged herself
Making sure to close the port after.
As Cyn laid out on the overcrowded bed she wasracing with her toughs about the whole situationshe was not expecting to find such a mind blowing discovery by accident as she look at Tessa’s back, she tough “Its kinda hard to believe that she is a synth. Not even her taste test worked to detect it, I should learn more about Tessa before doing anything, I would happily learn any information on her, she is so interesting and full of mystery ” thinking about that sended bolts of energy trough Cyn body from the excitement of her discovery
Cyn tough “I should probably go to sleep. . . oh God why is this bed so comfortable”
Cyn finally letting the sleepiness get to her, as she entered sleep mode she just whispered “a Giggle for Tessa”.
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2024.05.06 00:15 m80mike My Last Power Hour
Summary: A young college student is excited to enjoy his first power hour with this roommates to horrifying results.
My Last Power Hour
I haven't thought about this in awhile but it's coming back to me now like it was yesterday. I think they call it “set and setting” or “state dependent memory”. I don't remember exactly I guess I don't have to anymore.
It was two years ago and I was a sophomore in undergrad at a state university in the Midwest. It was the proverbial ivory tower, a land of oz, an urban oasis amid a sea of corn. It was a Friday night some early in Fall Semester either late August or early September. I remember my flooded sinuses and raw eyes vividly as a sign we were downwind of harvesting.
I knew why I wasn't taking my allergy medicine tonight. I sat maniacally mashing my xbox controller beside my HALO brother in arms and roommate Kevin while our second roommate Pete illegally bought tonight's booze from whoever he said he knew could get us some. I wasn't much of a drinker, in fact I only had a couple of beers in my entire life up to that point and all since starting undergrad. I was kind of straight edge kid in high school and I justified drinking now as a breaking point, a landmark of sorts between my cringe high school years and my new maturing college years.
I supported in this endeavor by my high school friend Kevin. Pete on the other hand was a rando from the dorm Kevin and I lived in during freshman year and through the close quarters and mutual interest in HALO and poker, we decided it would be cheaper to split a four bedroom apartment 3 ways rather than two. Kevin and I were childhood friends since peewee soccer. Pete on the other hand, was a bit more, uh, let's say rustic, oh hell, a bit more redneck but seemed to take well to the college life or a form of it. He had kind of become our immoral compass.
Kevin and I were in the midst of losing a round of team death-match online when Pete came bursting through our door hauling a case of beer and a large brown paper bag of clinking bottles and the telltale squeak of foil snack bags. He was a woodland camouflage blur as he stormed purposefully between Kevin and my line of sight to the video game. “Power Hour, bitchesssssssssssss!”
Kevin, with his red side burns jutting around his Chicago Bears baseball hat, reacted to Pete's overt rudeness by rolling his eyes. I shot back the opposite: a bright smile, a burst of boy on Christmas morning enthusiasm and wonder at the prospect of getting really messed up doing a power hour. With that I flew to the kitchen table where Pete stood unpacking goodies.
“Hey, Kevin,” Pete shouted, “Go get your CD player and speakers.” I watched Kevin dutifully obey, duck into his room before hauling out a portable CD player, two brick sized speakers tangling in a mess of their own wiring.
Pete patiently unpacked a thirty case of Coors marked with camouflage and blaze orange. “Jay, count them out, seven a piece. I'll get the shot glasses from my room.”. I blew my nose and counted the chilled cans and placed them within reach across the table. Pete swung out of his bedroom with shot glasses but snapped his fingers and retreated back.
“Hey man, you know, you don't have to do the whole thing.” Kevin said untangling the sound system and a DC adapter.
“What do you mean? Of course I'm going to do it.”
“I'm just saying you're kinda going from zero to sixty pretty damn fast.”
“Oh, right, you're the expert all of the sudden on drinking.”
“Well, I drank in high school and you didn't.”
“They called you chuck 'ems because of your barfing at Jessica Z's birthday party.”
“Right, that's actually sort of my point. I don't do that anymore, I did that because I drank too much without wading into it.”
“I'm sure this is going to be fine.”
“Well, whatever man, I'm just saying don't let Pete bully you into continuing if you're not up for it. I'll support you in that.”
Pete thundered into the room singing something in choir pig latin that I vaguely remember from Monty Python and Holy Grail when they carried out the holy hand grenade. Pressed between his finger tips was a CD jewel case containing a gold re writable disk scribbled with black sharpie “ultimate power hour”.
“So, what exactly are the rules?”
“Silence!” Pete declared as he popped the disk into the CD player. “I'll let the mix do the talking.”
So there we were packed around a circular table in a dingy dimly lit poorly furnished campus apartment with barely painted blotchy drywall ready to kickoff our weekend. The first track crackled to life with fake static and the muffled and occasionally squeaky voice echoing a 1950's educational film reel but with shades of Rod Sterling. “Gentlemen in opposite alphabetical order indicate this quarter's beer master – he is responsible for refilling your beer once per track for the first fifteen tracks. If there are fewer than four of you, simply rotate back to the first or alternate per quarter. Each track is timed for one minute and each player must consume their shot of beer within that one minute period. Each quarter consists of fifteen drinks with a 1 minute pause at the end of the first and third quarters. There will be a five minute half time and shot of liquor.” Pete rummaged displayed an unopened bottle of black labeled whiskey, “A shot at the end is also mandatory. Each person will be permitted 1 five minute time out per game. By the end of the this roughly sixty nine minute game, assuming no timeouts, you gentlemen will be well on your way to a blissful gentlemanly state perfect charming that sweetheart on your wonderful night off. This track will end in five, four, three, two, one.”
“Immigrant Song” by Led Zeppelin blasted through the speakers like a nuclear bomb as I enthusiastically dropped the first once and half of gold down my throat. I gagged a little as I was not accustom to doing shots much less shots of carbonation. I was left with this inoffensive sweet bready taste that slowly turned slightly more irritating and metallic. The only way to get rid of that taste was probably to drink more and I wouldn't have to wait long.
“What's with this old stuff?” Kevin objected to the first track as he cleared his mouth.
“It's got something for everyone.” Pete declared as he splashed around,
Something for everyone indeed but I do not for the life of me remember all sixty tracks and I'll probably get a few wrong as I relay the course of this experience to you.
A minute elapsed and then the intro to Pulp Fiction had me slamming another pour of beer. Recounting all of this now seems kind of dumb I guess I can skip the next twenty eight minutes and let you know I think “Sweet Escape” by Gwen Steffani wrapped half time. None of us had used their time outs. I was feeling it and was kind of besides myself in a swamp of gilded pleasure. I was jarred back to the table by the lack of music to get lost in.
“How you doing there Jay? You gonna puke?” Pete flicked my shoulder hard. I blinked and focused in. I realized Kevin was down the hall in the bathroom. “We're half way through, man. You're doing it!”
“I'm doing it” I mouthed back as I noticed I was losing my ability to control my vocal features with precision. I tried to take my mind off of it by wishfully thinking about what we would be doing after this, where would we go and with whom.
“We should go down to that event down at the Student Union. Show the straight edge kids what they're missing and then maybe hit up Rocko's Cellar.”
In the moment where my thoughts were heavy I was instinctively reactive against the Student Union. “Maybe just go to the Rocko's.”
“Oh, because you know Sydney is going to be there and you don't want her to see you drunk off your ass.” Kevin chimed in with a surly tone from the hallway.
Yup, Kevin was right, that was the underlying reason. I had an undergrad crush on Sydney Cole, a beautiful sleak blonde woman apparently from Nebraska.
“Well, you know its goddamn sensible to not, you know, go to an undergrad thing like that piss ass drunk off a power hour. I'm good to go to Rocko's though.” I explained.
The silent track started to pick up and the coy sickly sweet vibe of “Tubthumping” filled the air. Peter pushed fresh shot glasses brimming with caramel colored whiskey at us. There wasn't a lot of room in my gut but I was okay with this and as the song started to fade we took the shot and as the liquor burn started to linger I was looking forward to another shot of smooth tasty beer as “Down with the sickness” started to play.
I don't remember the last song on the playlist. I remember Pete flicked my ear and then pointed down at my shot while smiling at me. Everything felt like I was wearing a soaking wet wool jacket and a plastic bag over my head. I took the shot without thinking and about half of the burning yet numbing liquid dribbled out of my mouth. Pete clapped his hands and announced he was leading us out to Rocko's. Kevin shrugged and then shook his head violently before nodding. I garbled something to effect I needed to go to the bathroom then with all the grace of walking through a foot of water with inverted buckets strapped to my feet I waded down the dark hallway occasionally bracing myself against the walls.
I wasn't going to throw up. I knew that about myself. I wasn't going to throw up. At least I thought I knew myself. The alcohol was not playing nice with my allergies. I needed some cool water on my face. I shut my eyes hard and blew out my nose in effort to clear some snot and restore equilibrium. I turned on the faucet and I knocked Kevin's contact holder into the sink. I finally felt something pop back into place in my head and sinuses as a stream of snot left my nostrils into the sink.
“Ah crap!” I let out a garbled yell as dunked both hands into the sink to fish out the contact case from the torrent of my snot. My hands dove in and it didn't feel like water nor like snot. It felt sort of rubbery almost like gelatin. I opened my eyes and found my vision had been impaired and distorted, almost like after you rub your eyes really hard and see the dark blotches but this was narrow tunnel with the blotches around the edges and skewed colors. I couldn't really make out much around the sink. I blinked a few times to try to clear my vision but to no avail and that's when I turned my head down and saw what was in the sink.
I nearly leapt back in fright as I saw my eyes, and the flesh of my nose, and my lips floating on of the water in front of the faucet. They were staring back me from the sink for a panicked count of three before they cartoonishly swirled together like a runny egg flushed down the drain with a slurping noise. I gripped the sink with both hands as I mustered the courage to look at myself in the mirror. It was impossible I told myself. What I saw was impossible. In my limited vision I could make out skin covered indentations over my eye sockets, a flat patch of flesh where my nose had been, and my lips were replaced with a small dark hole barely wide enough to fit a pencil.
I shook and held my breath as my hands confirmed what the blotchy after image of missing eyes saw in the mirror. What was worse is my skin felt gelatinous, sweaty, and infirm, like ice cream warming on the counter. I shuttered and fell back against the wall with a painful thud. I heard Kevin and Pete laugh in the kitchen.
Okay, I told myself I must just be going a little nuts. How could I still see, afterall, if I had no eyes? I tested a hypothesis by smelling some soap and I was discouraged by the fact I couldn't smell the Tropical Waterfall scented liquid. I gulped and knew I at least still had a tongue and I could still hear myself make sounds which could loosely be interpreted as words. Mixed results I thought, maybe I could clear my head by casually leaving this nightmare bathroom and checking with my roommates.
I opened the door and made it half down the hall when Kevin casually headed my way cradling a bag of chips. The mushy look on his face lit up and his mouth erupted with a spray of chip crumbles before he literally fell on his back and did his best backward crawling Sarah Conner spots a Terminator impression. He chokes then starts screaming. Then the horror of it all hit me and the next thing I know I'm back in the bathroom with my back laying against the door. My head quaked as I came to grips with the fact this was real. This was really happening and somehow it was getting worse by second.
“It has no face!” I could hear Kevin screaming at Pete.
“Wasn't Jay in there? Where is he?”
“I don't maybe that thing got him!”
I could hear them right outside the bathroom. Pete started yelling for me but I didn't dare yell back. They turned the door handle but I had it locked and they both started pounding their fists on the door.
“Dude...what are we going to do? Who are we going call? The police, hello, police, there's a faceless monster in our bathroom?” Kevin murmured during a lull in their attempts to break in. “How did it even get in here?”
“I don't know man! Let me think!”
“Maybe it climbed up the side of the building and into the window.”
I could hear them pacing back and forth around the door.
“Get a spoon or fork or something okay, there's a little slot and tab in the door handle that will unlock it.”
“And then what? We don't want that thing in here with us.”
“I'm getting my baseball bat.”
I knew I had to get out and going through the apartment was no longer an option. It was only a second floor apartment and the window overlooked the trash and utility area for the complex. My vision was becoming more and more impaired as I braced myself leaning out the window to see if jumping or climbing down was out of the question. I could just barely make out the outline of an abandoned brown couch near a gutter and cable shaft running down to the ground within my reach out of the window.
I heard them jiggling the flatware into the little hole for the lock release and my drunk ass reasoned this was my only out. I punched out the screen and lifted the window as high as it could go and in a single move thrusted my ass out over the ledge turned and grabbed the metal bits that held the gutter and utility cable to the brick siding. I seemed to be a stable but painful place to grip but I had no choice to swing my footing on it as the bathroom door swung open.
My footing slipped and I dangled down one rung when Pete charged his head out of the window with the bat. In the overhead shine of the nearby street lamp his eyes met my featureless face and he gasped in terror. I slipped again and lost both footings and my hands gave way against the pain of the sharp narrow grip. I must have dropped a good eight or nine feet onto that old ratty, smelly, and wet couch.
I was shocked and I groaned but the soggy cushions and my own intoxication seemed to break my fall rather than me. The moment after I realized I was intact I bolted from my block because the last yelling I heard from Pete and Kevin indicated they intended to chase me down. I wasn't thing but graceful and agile as I swerved with wobbly footfalls across the sidewalk. Glare from the street lamps and passing headlights was almost blinding as eyesight continued to fail. To my dismay my ears started to fell wet inside like they were melting and occasionally my hearing was completely overwhelmed by a loud draining sound.
I veered off of the sidewalk and away from the road and ran through gravel planters to keep bushes between myself and possible onlookers who might also violently confront me. I was winded as sucking air through a tiny hole in my face was more like breathing through a gas mask or wet socks.
Ahead was the first thing I recognized in a bit. It was the five story student union building. Despite the event Sydney was attending, the Union was a quiet, unpopulated and dark place to be on a Friday night. The Union also housed the student clinic.
In my head I pictured the doors as grand white rectangles but all I could see now were dark green blotchy oblong outlines on a black and purple surface. I believed I was coming in the back corner of the building where I may give a security camera operator a fright if he looked closely enough but otherwise I believed no one would be near. I remember myself contemplating heading straight for the clinic or hiding out in one of the empty study rooms and waiting this condition out.
Despite the occasional draining sound in my ears I was able to make out Pete and Kevin's winded voices somewhere behind me. My plans went out the window as I ran scared through the wide halls of the Union with my roommates still in pursuit. My luck was running out as I tried multiple study room doors and found them locked, in fact an entire wing, the wing with the student clinic was closed off by an overhead chain link divider. I was a rat in a maze running out of places to run.
I pushed through the first door I found open and froze. There were dozens, maybe hundreds of people in this room. I realized immediately I had stumbled into the event Sydney was involved in. My hearing had steadily degraded to where everything sounded like I had my head dunked in an aquarium but I could still make out someone talking about the sponsor of the event – Students for a Sober Society.
“Oh my god!” I recognized the voice as Sydney. She blindsided me, “That is such a great costume! I love the spandex work over the head! That is hardcore.”
I garbled something back to her. I tried begging her for help but she kept fawning over my costume.
“I've never would have expected someone to be so committed to the cause of sobriety – you're literally an anti-drinking icon. You drank your face off!”
There was a whirlwind of activity as she turned more and more heads and attention my way. Someone came in with something in their hand. Sydney wrapped her arm around my shoulder while I heard someone's flip phone make a fake shutter snap sound.
I backpedaled out of Sydney's embrace and out of the room. I wasn't going to find the help I needed. I was shattered that I had won, for a moment, my crush's attention but had no way of knowing if she recognized me as anything more than a false mascot for the dangers of drinking. I plunged around to the other side of the Union when Pete and Kevin spotted me from the hall. I fell though the doors leading to the Square – the large grassy area at the heart of the campus.
At this point everything was totally fading out. My ears felt like they had been filled with concrete and whatever after image of having eyes I had was almost gone. I ran my hands across the bushes lining the square and weaved between the paths and the open grass hoping to continue to evade my roommates and anyone else. I had a map of campus in my head and there was only one other place I felt I could hide and be safe for now.
The street lamps on the Square seemed to brighten significantly all of the sudden. I wondered if campus security was now after me or maybe after Pete because the last time I saw his outline he was still wielding a baseball bat. I was running, as loosely defined, on rest of my adrenaline and the booze to Underground Library.
I knew it locked automatically late at night, would be poorly attended if not deserted,, and had plenty of places to hide. I pushed into the door and headed down the stairs, about thirty feet down and then ducked into the bathroom. I locked myself in a stall and sprawled out on the tile floor. I think I started to cry as the last bit of tactile sensation fled my body. If I had lips I suppose I would have kissed my ass goodbye as last outlines of things blurred into the rest of the deep black.
The next thing I knew I was that I was being poked painfully in the back. I instinctively rolled over and felt an immediate wash of stiffness and pain wash over me. I gasped and groaned but despite the pain I felt a rush of euphoria that I could feel and I feel my mouth unzip and make noise again.
“Another damn drunk kid.” Someone said over me. I could hear again! I willed my newly found eyelids open with the same force I'd open rip open a bag of chips. I blinked a few times and an older grizzled face of the janitor came into full color and full focus.
“My face!” I shouted as I curled myself up to bring my felt under me. My head felt heavy and pulsed and quaked with an unspeakable pain. As I lurched to stand, I felt like I had a manhole cover stuck in my stomach. “What happened to my face?”
“Why don't you check the mirror, kid.” The janitor withdrew his mop stick and let me walk out to the sinks. In the mirror I could someone or something had drawn in black marker on my face the phrase “Gone Drinkin'”.
I shambled home rubbing my head and my stomach. I bewildered by the hangover as I tried to retrace my steps. I walked through the door of my apartment and found Pete and Kevin passed out on the floor and couch respectively with beers spilled on the floor and the bat beside Pete. When finally woke up they wondered where I had been but I told them I left to go to Rocko's. They didn't seem to question it. When I asked them about the bat, they looked at each other and replied by saying they were just goofing around. We never spoke of that evening again.
A few days past and I wondered if I had dreamed this all up or maybe I was just incredibly drunk and had imagined some of it. The only proof I had was a blurred phone camera image of my faceless “costume” printed in the weekly student newspaper in an article about the Students for a Sober Society event. The whole response to my appearance only deepened my terror that something so strange and devastating could occur and no one bats an eye. We are instinctively driven to some banal explanation and go our own way in the face, pun intended, of true strangeness, of things truly unexplained, of things that make no sense.
Needless to say I did not drink again and I tried my hardest to put that night out of my head. The only reason I'm typing all this up and putting this out there is that tonight is my graduation night and it was the closest I've come to drinking since that night. Pete, Kevin, and Sydney are at this frat house celebrating our final night on campus and I've taken shelter in their small makeshift computer lab. Before I ended up here I wondered in a daze with a full solo cup in hand through the entire yard, the pool area, and the house as “Frank Sinatra” by Cake blared over me. There are dozens of people without faces here.
By Theo Plesha
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2024.05.06 00:10 m80mike My Last Power Hour
Summary: A young college student is excited to enjoy his first power hour with this roommates to horrifying results.
My Last Power Hour
I haven't thought about this in awhile but it's coming back to me now like it was yesterday. I think they call it “set and setting” or “state dependent memory”. I don't remember exactly I guess I don't have to anymore.
It was two years ago and I was a sophomore in undergrad at a state university in the Midwest. It was the proverbial ivory tower, a land of oz, an urban oasis amid a sea of corn. It was a Friday night some early in Fall Semester either late August or early September. I remember my flooded sinuses and raw eyes vividly as a sign we were downwind of harvesting.
I knew why I wasn't taking my allergy medicine tonight. I sat maniacally mashing my xbox controller beside my HALO brother in arms and roommate Kevin while our second roommate Pete illegally bought tonight's booze from whoever he said he knew could get us some. I wasn't much of a drinker, in fact I only had a couple of beers in my entire life up to that point and all since starting undergrad. I was kind of straight edge kid in high school and I justified drinking now as a breaking point, a landmark of sorts between my cringe high school years and my new maturing college years.
I supported in this endeavor by my high school friend Kevin. Pete on the other hand was a rando from the dorm Kevin and I lived in during freshman year and through the close quarters and mutual interest in HALO and poker, we decided it would be cheaper to split a four bedroom apartment 3 ways rather than two. Kevin and I were childhood friends since peewee soccer. Pete on the other hand, was a bit more, uh, let's say rustic, oh hell, a bit more redneck but seemed to take well to the college life or a form of it. He had kind of become our immoral compass.
Kevin and I were in the midst of losing a round of team death-match online when Pete came bursting through our door hauling a case of beer and a large brown paper bag of clinking bottles and the telltale squeak of foil snack bags. He was a woodland camouflage blur as he stormed purposefully between Kevin and my line of sight to the video game. “Power Hour, bitchesssssssssssss!”
Kevin, with his red side burns jutting around his Chicago Bears baseball hat, reacted to Pete's overt rudeness by rolling his eyes. I shot back the opposite: a bright smile, a burst of boy on Christmas morning enthusiasm and wonder at the prospect of getting really messed up doing a power hour. With that I flew to the kitchen table where Pete stood unpacking goodies.
“Hey, Kevin,” Pete shouted, “Go get your CD player and speakers.” I watched Kevin dutifully obey, duck into his room before hauling out a portable CD player, two brick sized speakers tangling in a mess of their own wiring.
Pete patiently unpacked a thirty case of Coors marked with camouflage and blaze orange. “Jay, count them out, seven a piece. I'll get the shot glasses from my room.”. I blew my nose and counted the chilled cans and placed them within reach across the table. Pete swung out of his bedroom with shot glasses but snapped his fingers and retreated back.
“Hey man, you know, you don't have to do the whole thing.” Kevin said untangling the sound system and a DC adapter.
“What do you mean? Of course I'm going to do it.”
“I'm just saying you're kinda going from zero to sixty pretty damn fast.”
“Oh, right, you're the expert all of the sudden on drinking.”
“Well, I drank in high school and you didn't.”
“They called you chuck 'ems because of your barfing at Jessica Z's birthday party.”
“Right, that's actually sort of my point. I don't do that anymore, I did that because I drank too much without wading into it.”
“I'm sure this is going to be fine.”
“Well, whatever man, I'm just saying don't let Pete bully you into continuing if you're not up for it. I'll support you in that.”
Pete thundered into the room singing something in choir pig latin that I vaguely remember from Monty Python and Holy Grail when they carried out the holy hand grenade. Pressed between his finger tips was a CD jewel case containing a gold re writable disk scribbled with black sharpie “ultimate power hour”.
“So, what exactly are the rules?”
“Silence!” Pete declared as he popped the disk into the CD player. “I'll let the mix do the talking.”
So there we were packed around a circular table in a dingy dimly lit poorly furnished campus apartment with barely painted blotchy drywall ready to kickoff our weekend. The first track crackled to life with fake static and the muffled and occasionally squeaky voice echoing a 1950's educational film reel but with shades of Rod Sterling. “Gentlemen in opposite alphabetical order indicate this quarter's beer master – he is responsible for refilling your beer once per track for the first fifteen tracks. If there are fewer than four of you, simply rotate back to the first or alternate per quarter. Each track is timed for one minute and each player must consume their shot of beer within that one minute period. Each quarter consists of fifteen drinks with a 1 minute pause at the end of the first and third quarters. There will be a five minute half time and shot of liquor.” Pete rummaged displayed an unopened bottle of black labeled whiskey, “A shot at the end is also mandatory. Each person will be permitted 1 five minute time out per game. By the end of the this roughly sixty nine minute game, assuming no timeouts, you gentlemen will be well on your way to a blissful gentlemanly state perfect charming that sweetheart on your wonderful night off. This track will end in five, four, three, two, one.”
“Immigrant Song” by Led Zeppelin blasted through the speakers like a nuclear bomb as I enthusiastically dropped the first once and half of gold down my throat. I gagged a little as I was not accustom to doing shots much less shots of carbonation. I was left with this inoffensive sweet bready taste that slowly turned slightly more irritating and metallic. The only way to get rid of that taste was probably to drink more and I wouldn't have to wait long.
“What's with this old stuff?” Kevin objected to the first track as he cleared his mouth.
“It's got something for everyone.” Pete declared as he splashed around,
Something for everyone indeed but I do not for the life of me remember all sixty tracks and I'll probably get a few wrong as I relay the course of this experience to you.
A minute elapsed and then the intro to Pulp Fiction had me slamming another pour of beer. Recounting all of this now seems kind of dumb I guess I can skip the next twenty eight minutes and let you know I think “Sweet Escape” by Gwen Steffani wrapped half time. None of us had used their time outs. I was feeling it and was kind of besides myself in a swamp of gilded pleasure. I was jarred back to the table by the lack of music to get lost in.
“How you doing there Jay? You gonna puke?” Pete flicked my shoulder hard. I blinked and focused in. I realized Kevin was down the hall in the bathroom. “We're half way through, man. You're doing it!”
“I'm doing it” I mouthed back as I noticed I was losing my ability to control my vocal features with precision. I tried to take my mind off of it by wishfully thinking about what we would be doing after this, where would we go and with whom.
“We should go down to that event down at the Student Union. Show the straight edge kids what they're missing and then maybe hit up Rocko's Cellar.”
In the moment where my thoughts were heavy I was instinctively reactive against the Student Union. “Maybe just go to the Rocko's.”
“Oh, because you know Sydney is going to be there and you don't want her to see you drunk off your ass.” Kevin chimed in with a surly tone from the hallway.
Yup, Kevin was right, that was the underlying reason. I had an undergrad crush on Sydney Cole, a beautiful sleak blonde woman apparently from Nebraska.
“Well, you know its goddamn sensible to not, you know, go to an undergrad thing like that piss ass drunk off a power hour. I'm good to go to Rocko's though.” I explained.
The silent track started to pick up and the coy sickly sweet vibe of “Tubthumping” filled the air. Peter pushed fresh shot glasses brimming with caramel colored whiskey at us. There wasn't a lot of room in my gut but I was okay with this and as the song started to fade we took the shot and as the liquor burn started to linger I was looking forward to another shot of smooth tasty beer as “Down with the sickness” started to play.
I don't remember the last song on the playlist. I remember Pete flicked my ear and then pointed down at my shot while smiling at me. Everything felt like I was wearing a soaking wet wool jacket and a plastic bag over my head. I took the shot without thinking and about half of the burning yet numbing liquid dribbled out of my mouth. Pete clapped his hands and announced he was leading us out to Rocko's. Kevin shrugged and then shook his head violently before nodding. I garbled something to effect I needed to go to the bathroom then with all the grace of walking through a foot of water with inverted buckets strapped to my feet I waded down the dark hallway occasionally bracing myself against the walls.
I wasn't going to throw up. I knew that about myself. I wasn't going to throw up. At least I thought I knew myself. The alcohol was not playing nice with my allergies. I needed some cool water on my face. I shut my eyes hard and blew out my nose in effort to clear some snot and restore equilibrium. I turned on the faucet and I knocked Kevin's contact holder into the sink. I finally felt something pop back into place in my head and sinuses as a stream of snot left my nostrils into the sink.
“Ah crap!” I let out a garbled yell as dunked both hands into the sink to fish out the contact case from the torrent of my snot. My hands dove in and it didn't feel like water nor like snot. It felt sort of rubbery almost like gelatin. I opened my eyes and found my vision had been impaired and distorted, almost like after you rub your eyes really hard and see the dark blotches but this was narrow tunnel with the blotches around the edges and skewed colors. I couldn't really make out much around the sink. I blinked a few times to try to clear my vision but to no avail and that's when I turned my head down and saw what was in the sink.
I nearly leapt back in fright as I saw my eyes, and the flesh of my nose, and my lips floating on of the water in front of the faucet. They were staring back me from the sink for a panicked count of three before they cartoonishly swirled together like a runny egg flushed down the drain with a slurping noise. I gripped the sink with both hands as I mustered the courage to look at myself in the mirror. It was impossible I told myself. What I saw was impossible. In my limited vision I could make out skin covered indentations over my eye sockets, a flat patch of flesh where my nose had been, and my lips were replaced with a small dark hole barely wide enough to fit a pencil.
I shook and held my breath as my hands confirmed what the blotchy after image of missing eyes saw in the mirror. What was worse is my skin felt gelatinous, sweaty, and infirm, like ice cream warming on the counter. I shuttered and fell back against the wall with a painful thud. I heard Kevin and Pete laugh in the kitchen.
Okay, I told myself I must just be going a little nuts. How could I still see, afterall, if I had no eyes? I tested a hypothesis by smelling some soap and I was discouraged by the fact I couldn't smell the Tropical Waterfall scented liquid. I gulped and knew I at least still had a tongue and I could still hear myself make sounds which could loosely be interpreted as words. Mixed results I thought, maybe I could clear my head by casually leaving this nightmare bathroom and checking with my roommates.
I opened the door and made it half down the hall when Kevin casually headed my way cradling a bag of chips. The mushy look on his face lit up and his mouth erupted with a spray of chip crumbles before he literally fell on his back and did his best backward crawling Sarah Conner spots a Terminator impression. He chokes then starts screaming. Then the horror of it all hit me and the next thing I know I'm back in the bathroom with my back laying against the door. My head quaked as I came to grips with the fact this was real. This was really happening and somehow it was getting worse by second.
“It has no face!” I could hear Kevin screaming at Pete.
“Wasn't Jay in there? Where is he?”
“I don't maybe that thing got him!”
I could hear them right outside the bathroom. Pete started yelling for me but I didn't dare yell back. They turned the door handle but I had it locked and they both started pounding their fists on the door.
“Dude...what are we going to do? Who are we going call? The police, hello, police, there's a faceless monster in our bathroom?” Kevin murmured during a lull in their attempts to break in. “How did it even get in here?”
“I don't know man! Let me think!”
“Maybe it climbed up the side of the building and into the window.”
I could hear them pacing back and forth around the door.
“Get a spoon or fork or something okay, there's a little slot and tab in the door handle that will unlock it.”
“And then what? We don't want that thing in here with us.”
“I'm getting my baseball bat.”
I knew I had to get out and going through the apartment was no longer an option. It was only a second floor apartment and the window overlooked the trash and utility area for the complex. My vision was becoming more and more impaired as I braced myself leaning out the window to see if jumping or climbing down was out of the question. I could just barely make out the outline of an abandoned brown couch near a gutter and cable shaft running down to the ground within my reach out of the window.
I heard them jiggling the flatware into the little hole for the lock release and my drunk ass reasoned this was my only out. I punched out the screen and lifted the window as high as it could go and in a single move thrusted my ass out over the ledge turned and grabbed the metal bits that held the gutter and utility cable to the brick siding. I seemed to be a stable but painful place to grip but I had no choice to swing my footing on it as the bathroom door swung open.
My footing slipped and I dangled down one rung when Pete charged his head out of the window with the bat. In the overhead shine of the nearby street lamp his eyes met my featureless face and he gasped in terror. I slipped again and lost both footings and my hands gave way against the pain of the sharp narrow grip. I must have dropped a good eight or nine feet onto that old ratty, smelly, and wet couch.
I was shocked and I groaned but the soggy cushions and my own intoxication seemed to break my fall rather than me. The moment after I realized I was intact I bolted from my block because the last yelling I heard from Pete and Kevin indicated they intended to chase me down. I wasn't thing but graceful and agile as I swerved with wobbly footfalls across the sidewalk. Glare from the street lamps and passing headlights was almost blinding as eyesight continued to fail. To my dismay my ears started to fell wet inside like they were melting and occasionally my hearing was completely overwhelmed by a loud draining sound.
I veered off of the sidewalk and away from the road and ran through gravel planters to keep bushes between myself and possible onlookers who might also violently confront me. I was winded as sucking air through a tiny hole in my face was more like breathing through a gas mask or wet socks.
Ahead was the first thing I recognized in a bit. It was the five story student union building. Despite the event Sydney was attending, the Union was a quiet, unpopulated and dark place to be on a Friday night. The Union also housed the student clinic.
In my head I pictured the doors as grand white rectangles but all I could see now were dark green blotchy oblong outlines on a black and purple surface. I believed I was coming in the back corner of the building where I may give a security camera operator a fright if he looked closely enough but otherwise I believed no one would be near. I remember myself contemplating heading straight for the clinic or hiding out in one of the empty study rooms and waiting this condition out.
Despite the occasional draining sound in my ears I was able to make out Pete and Kevin's winded voices somewhere behind me. My plans went out the window as I ran scared through the wide halls of the Union with my roommates still in pursuit. My luck was running out as I tried multiple study room doors and found them locked, in fact an entire wing, the wing with the student clinic was closed off by an overhead chain link divider. I was a rat in a maze running out of places to run.
I pushed through the first door I found open and froze. There were dozens, maybe hundreds of people in this room. I realized immediately I had stumbled into the event Sydney was involved in. My hearing had steadily degraded to where everything sounded like I had my head dunked in an aquarium but I could still make out someone talking about the sponsor of the event – Students for a Sober Society.
“Oh my god!” I recognized the voice as Sydney. She blindsided me, “That is such a great costume! I love the spandex work over the head! That is hardcore.”
I garbled something back to her. I tried begging her for help but she kept fawning over my costume.
“I've never would have expected someone to be so committed to the cause of sobriety – you're literally an anti-drinking icon. You drank your face off!”
There was a whirlwind of activity as she turned more and more heads and attention my way. Someone came in with something in their hand. Sydney wrapped her arm around my shoulder while I heard someone's flip phone make a fake shutter snap sound.
I backpedaled out of Sydney's embrace and out of the room. I wasn't going to find the help I needed. I was shattered that I had won, for a moment, my crush's attention but had no way of knowing if she recognized me as anything more than a false mascot for the dangers of drinking. I plunged around to the other side of the Union when Pete and Kevin spotted me from the hall. I fell though the doors leading to the Square – the large grassy area at the heart of the campus.
At this point everything was totally fading out. My ears felt like they had been filled with concrete and whatever after image of having eyes I had was almost gone. I ran my hands across the bushes lining the square and weaved between the paths and the open grass hoping to continue to evade my roommates and anyone else. I had a map of campus in my head and there was only one other place I felt I could hide and be safe for now.
The street lamps on the Square seemed to brighten significantly all of the sudden. I wondered if campus security was now after me or maybe after Pete because the last time I saw his outline he was still wielding a baseball bat. I was running, as loosely defined, on rest of my adrenaline and the booze to Underground Library.
I knew it locked automatically late at night, would be poorly attended if not deserted,, and had plenty of places to hide. I pushed into the door and headed down the stairs, about thirty feet down and then ducked into the bathroom. I locked myself in a stall and sprawled out on the tile floor. I think I started to cry as the last bit of tactile sensation fled my body. If I had lips I suppose I would have kissed my ass goodbye as last outlines of things blurred into the rest of the deep black.
The next thing I knew I was that I was being poked painfully in the back. I instinctively rolled over and felt an immediate wash of stiffness and pain wash over me. I gasped and groaned but despite the pain I felt a rush of euphoria that I could feel and I feel my mouth unzip and make noise again.
“Another damn drunk kid.” Someone said over me. I could hear again! I willed my newly found eyelids open with the same force I'd open rip open a bag of chips. I blinked a few times and an older grizzled face of the janitor came into full color and full focus.
“My face!” I shouted as I curled myself up to bring my felt under me. My head felt heavy and pulsed and quaked with an unspeakable pain. As I lurched to stand, I felt like I had a manhole cover stuck in my stomach. “What happened to my face?”
“Why don't you check the mirror, kid.” The janitor withdrew his mop stick and let me walk out to the sinks. In the mirror I could someone or something had drawn in black marker on my face the phrase “Gone Drinkin'”.
I shambled home rubbing my head and my stomach. I bewildered by the hangover as I tried to retrace my steps. I walked through the door of my apartment and found Pete and Kevin passed out on the floor and couch respectively with beers spilled on the floor and the bat beside Pete. When finally woke up they wondered where I had been but I told them I left to go to Rocko's. They didn't seem to question it. When I asked them about the bat, they looked at each other and replied by saying they were just goofing around. We never spoke of that evening again.
A few days past and I wondered if I had dreamed this all up or maybe I was just incredibly drunk and had imagined some of it. The only proof I had was a blurred phone camera image of my faceless “costume” printed in the weekly student newspaper in an article about the Students for a Sober Society event. The whole response to my appearance only deepened my terror that something so strange and devastating could occur and no one bats an eye. We are instinctively driven to some banal explanation and go our own way in the face, pun intended, of true strangeness, of things truly unexplained, of things that make no sense.
Needless to say I did not drink again and I tried my hardest to put that night out of my head. The only reason I'm typing all this up and putting this out there is that tonight is my graduation night and it was the closest I've come to drinking since that night. Pete, Kevin, and Sydney are at this frat house celebrating our final night on campus and I've taken shelter in their small makeshift computer lab. Before I ended up here I wondered in a daze with a full solo cup in hand through the entire yard, the pool area, and the house as “Frank Sinatra” by Cake blared over me. There are dozens of people without faces here.
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2024.05.05 01:09 Fast_Entrance3667 Husband is autistic and I feel guilty for drowning
My (mid-20'sF) husband (late-20'sM) and I have been together since we were teenagers. We've been married for 5 years and have a 4 year old son. He works 40 hours a week while I stay at home with our son. I have no post-secondary education and little work experience. Our son is a normal active chatty little boy. Not too high maintenance aside from the usual 4 year old sassiness and restlessness. He's very sweet and easygoing.
My husband has autism, ARFID, and unmedicated ADHD. He's tried stimulant medications in the past, but they increase his harmful stims and narrow his already very limited palate. He's an incredibly devoted husband and father. He's loyal, considerate, and caring. But....he's been in a debilitating state of autistic burnout on and off since our child was born. Since then, I have been his caregiver of sorts because he is unable/refuses to help himself.
I cook 6 meals a day because he only likes my cooking and requires special meals that don't make him involuntarily gag. When he comes home from work, he will kiss me and then inch towards meltdown as soon as our child yells excitedly at him. At each family gathering inevitably a nosy family member will come up to me and ask what's wrong because he tends to shutdown when needing to mask for extended periods of time. We are hardly having sex because his poor hygiene makes his undercarriage smell less than desirable. He avoids showering because he always needs to wear socks unless he's laying down in bed. Our outings together as a family always end in him needing to hide somewhere while I have to explain to our child why daddy can't spend time with us.
I'll never forget the time he screamed at me at the grocery store, truly looking like a toddler having a meltdown. He was yelling nonsensical things and finally calmed down when I dragged him by the arm into the car to calm down by himself. All day we had been socializing with various unfamiliar people, spending time in florescent lights, sat next to loud eaters, couldn't stim, and wore pants with a too tight elastic. It was humiliating. People must've thought he was an abusive jerk or something.
I need a break. I need him to take care of himself. I want to take college classes and work outside of the house, but I can't if he cannot watch our child alone for more than a few hours. A few weeks ago he sent me on a solo shopping spree for an hour and I acted like Mary Poppins afterwards.
I have brought up these concerns to him many times, some occasions more calmly than others. Sometimes he'll promise to work on himself with my assistance but he inevitably slips back into his usual state. I don't think this is a case of "weaponized incompetence" or true laziness because he genuinely seems horribly guilty. We have tried therapy, but it's hard finding a counselor that understands autistic people shouldn't be infantilized and it's not easy for him to unmask.
I feel like shit for complaining about all of this. He can't help it. I understand there's no way I can fully comprehend how his struggles make him feel. I've educated myself as much as possible on it and listened thoughtfully every time he vents. But I'm tired. He refuses to ask anyone else for support out of embarrassment, so it'll always fall on me. He doesn't want to get individual therapy or use the many support aids I've researched for him. His demand avoidance creates faux stubbornness that makes everything even worse. While I'm typing this, he's on an overnight solo staycation in an attempt to take the edge off of his burnout. I wish I could do that too.
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2024.05.02 06:40 Ambitious-Squash-436 MA at 8 weeks, Miso only + twins (feelings+timestamp)
Hey everyone! I wanted to come here and share my experience, since reading your testimonies helped a lot prior to my abortion, and considering I went through some special circumstances I hope this can help someone.
~~~~~ (Story, feelings and thoughts; skip for timestamp)
I found out I was pregnant at around 3-4 weeks, it took me about a day to decide i wanted an abortion. I'm 31 and I have a loving and caring partner, but we weren't planning to have kids for another 4-5 years. We are on the verge of getting into a stable financial situation, having kids right now would be like taking 10 steps back. It would also mean we wouldn't be able to take some life changing opportunities that could improve our future (my partner just started his masters, I might have the opportunity to get a masters abroad next year).
I mention this because of all the times I thought I might one day have an abortion, I always thought it would be out of desperation, not out of a rational and calculated desition. I didn't love that we were pregnant, but I didn't hate it either. That lack of rejection towards the pregnancy was something I wasn't expecting, and I think it did help me to think clearly about the whole situation.
I went for an ultrasound a couple of days later and the tech immediately saw two sacs. I didn't feel anything much other than suprise (twins don't run in my family), but it sort of reinforced the desition I had already made. We couldn't afford 1 child, let alone 2. But there was also the feeling that we were lucky enough to get twins (it was something we had talked about that we might have wanted) and we were throwing that opportunity away. If we where to be in a more financially secure position, we would have wanted to keep them.
Abortion is illegal in my country, but you can get your hands on pills if you try and can pay for them, so I got in touch with an organization that sold me 12 miso pills (for about 140 usd), and I received them during the same week. I decided to wait a couple of weeks because I was very early on (4 weeks on the first ultrasound), and from everything I read they recommended having the procedure not earlier that week 7-8 to increase effectiveness. I went back 3 weeks later to get a follow-up ultrasound, tech said I was 8 weeks. We had already scheduled a date, so we were set.
~~~~~ (Timestamp of the day-of)
* Times are not exact, but a rough estimate
- 4:15-4:45 pm had a yogurt with fruit; put on fresh clothes and cleaned the bathroom a little bit.
- 4:45 pm had an ibuprofen and a tylenol.
- 5:30 pm put the first 4 pills under my tongue (chalky, dry, but doesn’t really taste of anything). I found out later putting a hard candy in your mouth while the pills are absorbing helps with salivation when mouth gets too dry, specially after hours of non stop diarrhea).
- 5:50 pm started feeling bit of inflammation in the uterus and started shivering a bit. Put on socks and a sweatshirt (i was rather undressed because the cold helps me with the pregnancy nausea). Throat hurts a little, like having sore throat. Started having pain, hot water bottle helped with shivers and pain. covered myself in two blankets.
- 7:30 pm felt hungry, snacked a bit. Threw up the moment it reached my stomach. Do not recommend eating during the procedure (I'd stop eating about 40 mins before starting).
- 8:20 pm diarrhea starts. I started bleeding just before the 2nd dose.
- 8:30 pm had 2nd dose, had the pills for about 15 minutes under my tongue and had to vomit. This scared me because I didn't want to screw it up, but I couldn't help it. I didn't have much in my stomach so mostly gags and spit. Tried to absorb whatever of the pills remained under my tongue.
- 8:40 pm - 11:30 pm This is all a blur now, honestly. Went to the bathroom a lot and bled like a heavy period, passing some clots here and there. I was in a lot of pain (water bottle is a must), shivered a lot. The scariest part was that I puked everytime I had a bit of water (only happened 2 times, learned my lesson pretty quick) and I sort of passed out while vomiting both times.
- 11:30 pm Had the 3rd dose. I didn't want to, I was exhausted, shivering and in pain. I didn't even have any saliva left (Here was where the candy was very useful, both in salivation aid and sugar intake). Forced myself to carry on.
- 11:30 pm - 12:15 am I tried to keep myself warm (warming my feet helped so much) and tried to console myself with the fact that I could sleep soon. I was getting a bit worried that the abortion hadn't completed yet, but I knew it could take up to 48 hrs, so I tried to keep calm.
- At around 12:30 am I felt like I was about to pass a the biggest clot yet, so I went to the bathroom and put a small strainer under me to catch it, so I could check what it was. I could see it was a gestational sac. It was white and more like chicken skin than a usual period clot.
- After a few minutes felt the same and did the same, I could see it was another sac. After the second sac passed I felt almost immediate relief (both physical and emotional).
- 1:00 am-5:00 am Started slowly sipping gatorade. Continued to pass some big clots, and went to the bathroom a few times during the night.
The day after I was doing ok, dehydrated and tired (but not as tired as I was while pregnant), and I tried to rest and eat as healthy as possible.
~~~~ (More thoughts and feelings)
I feel pretty ok with everything, I'm more upbeat and happy than I've been in weeks. I feel like I have a new chance to make life better. I do not regret the desition that I made, it was a very thoughtful desition and I think it was the right one. A little part of me was afraid that I would regret it after it was done, but I don't. I feel very privileged to have had the chance to have control over my body, I know most women around the world don't have that option.
~~~~ (Some general tips I guess)
The process itself was hard, exhausting and painful, but you have to keep reminding yourself that is a temporary thing and if you're in pain it's probably working. It is not something I would want to do again (and will do everything in my power not to).
I don't think having 2 sacs instead of one made much of a difference, maybe it was more painful? But honestly I don't know. I was lucky enough that everything worked out as it should.
I know not everyone can have someone by their side but if you can, reach out to someone you trust. Having my partner by my side was incredibly helpful both in a practical way (to fetch me pads, monitor my temperature, remind me of the time of each dose, fetch me blankets and socks, watched over me when I passed out vomiting) and as emotional support during the whole thing.
I started at 5 pm, maybe it would have been better to start earlier I was already exhausted by the 2nd dose and it is not recommended that you sleep in between doses. Maybe earlier one has more energy.
If you can, take 2 days for the whole thing, one day for the actual procedure, and another day for rest.
Try not to drink or eat, you may vomit right away (I ended up vomiting bile because I had a sip of water that triggered puking and had nothing else in my stomach).
If you have trouble salivating, a small hard sugar candy will do the trick (that bit of sugar also helped with my mood and energy by the 3rd dose).
That's all. Thanks for reading (if anyone got this far!).
Thanks again to everyone in this subreddit, I'm one of those "the more information, the better" people, and having so many testimonies and experiences helped tremendously.
All my love to anyone that has to go through an abortion, it is not something that anyone wants, but I hope you feel at peace with your desition. I do :)
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2024.04.30 05:52 iowabuzzbee Suprep/First Colonoscopy/F52/No symptoms/Screening/Semaglutide RX
Since others have been so helpful just sharing my experience. Scheduled for 7am checkin on a Monday. Ate low fiber starting 5 days prior, adhered to standard doctor recommend meals/food/hydration, switched to liquid diet as required day prior. My shot day for semaglutide is Saturday and doctor had me stay on schedule. Took first round of prep at 5pm (one hour after zofran) evening before and consumed recommended 32 oz. of clear liquid within hour after taking prep dose. Used a straw, didn’t breath through nose and sucked on pineapple lifesaver to not taste dose. Was tolerable and had no gagging. Kicked in about 45 minutes after finishing the last of the 32 oz clear liquid. No cramping just usual evacuation urge. Supplied bathroom with soft tissue, zinc oxide and wet wipes and was able to dab not wipe to clean myself by third time going. Had breaks between toilet visits over the next three hours so alternated stretching out on nearby bed. Definitely needed to pay attention to body signals but no accidents. Lights off to sleep before alarm would wake me for next dose of zofran at 3am. Had two overnight bathroom visits that were quick. Started next round of prep at 4am and was harder to finish but got all done on time. Stools were never solid but did return to darker color at first but quickly lightened. Was able to shower by 5:45am and left for the 20 minute drive to facility on time at 6:25am. Took a change of clothes just in case and while I had gurgles and rumbles never needed to go during our drive. I had planned for gas station bathroom stops along the route but didn’t need them. We checked in under 15 minutes and did visit restroom twice before being taken back to change and prep. Spent about 20 minutes being prepped. Was able to leave my bra and socks on under hospital gown. IV was started along with vitals and standard health history questions. Was offered bed pan but never needed it. They also assured me the scope had strong suction if that was needed at the start. The bed/cart I was placed on right after changing clothes was the bed that was wheeled into procedure room. I had a nice warm blanket. My husband could have sat with me but I sent him to wait in car as he had work calls. Didn’t speak with doctor until I was wheeled into procedure room. He verified a few health questions and let nurses get me settled. I had a nose cannula for oxygen. Sedation was a mixture of fentanyl and something else I didn’t catch. I was placed on left side, they administered the sedation and the next thing I remember is they woke me already turned on my back telling me I was all done and they wheeled me to recovery. It took about 45 minutes. I was in recovery for about 15 minutes when they let me sit up and get dressed. I was watched over as I dressed myself but nurse was also doing discharge paperwork. They brought husband in to speak quickly with doctor who reiterated after care to someone who wasn’t foggy with sedation. Reminded me how I’d learn of results and who to call if I exhibited any complication symptoms. Husband was sent to get vehicle and they called for my transport to front door. I have no memory of the procedure. Had a mild headache and was sleepy on drive home. Took it easy all day just watching TV and napped. I ate light and drank my usual amount for hydration. No bowel pain and headache was gone by supper time. Going to bed normal time tonight. All in all not too bad an experience. They found two small polyps that were removed - results will come in 3 days but doctor said nothing remarkable and expects nothing significant. Ordered a repeat scan in 5 years due to family history.
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2024.04.27 06:38 SituationEntire4189 The 'Genius' Who Couldn't Smell Their Own Stench: A Tale of D&D Horror
Hey fellow adventurers,
Gather 'round for a tale that'll make you gag and cringe in equal measure. Picture this: a gaming session filled with excitement, suspense, and the stench of unwashed ignorance. Strap in, because you're about to embark on a journey with a character straight out of a nightmare.
Our party welcomed a new member with open arms—or at least we tried to. Let's call him "Grimm," because his hygiene was as mythical as his intelligence. From the moment he entered the room, the air grew thick with a pungent odor that could only be described as a blend of rotten eggs and damp socks. We all exchanged wary glances, but being the polite adventurers we are, we soldiered on.
Grimm's character? A wizard, of course. Because nothing says "I'm compensating for something" like a smelly spellcaster. He strutted around the table like a peacock, boasting about his supposedly superior intellect while spewing nonsense that would make a kobold cringe. Every strategy we suggested was met with a condescending snort and a dismissive wave of his grubby hand.
But here's the kicker: despite his claims of genius, Grimm couldn't solve a riddle if it was written on the back of a beholder. He stumbled through puzzles like a goblin in a maze, all while reeking like a troll's armpit. And don't even get me started on his combat tactics—charging headfirst into battle without a plan, then blaming the rest of us when things inevitably went south.
Oh, and did I mention his charming personality? Grimm had a knack for alienating everyone at the table with his snide remarks and outdated views. He'd make a bard blush with his repertoire of offensive jokes and bigoted comments, all delivered with a smirk that made you want to introduce his face to a bag of holding.
In the end, we had to cast a prestidigitation spell just to get rid of the stench lingering in our gaming space. As for Grimm? Let's just say he found himself on the receiving end of a banishment spell courtesy of our DM.
So, fellow adventurers, heed my warning: beware the smelly know-it-all who pollutes both the air and the atmosphere of your gaming sessions. And if you ever encounter a Grimm in your travels, may your dice roll high and your patience never falter.
Stay fresh, my friends.
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2024.04.25 03:26 Meeschers Frustrated and need to vent a bit about weird response to item ownership
So progress has been slow but steady. He managed to sell one lot of toys but the other's didn't sell. I let him hold onto them longer than he should have because he claimed to have "a bite" but it fell through. He parted with them today (donated them). While he said he had some anxiety, he felt like he made the right choice. So I am still on board with working with him on this.
This is where I need to vent.
I have been working on my stuff and the house-mostly because that is what I do but also because I have been in a house that has a lot of space taken over by things that are in the process of being sold/donated so I needed some productivity on my end.
Over the weekend (he was playing a festival), I sorted through my bathroom cabinet and purged old hair care and skin products. Then I worked on the kitchen and cleared out a cabinet draw that had garbage and things from 7 years ago tucked away. My personal "I can relate to his hoarding" moment was finding medication and a vet receipt for my cat, Luci, who passed away less than a year ago and I couldn't make the decision to part with it.
The receipt and medication was related to her cancer treatment. I know it's not logical to hold onto it but I wasn't ready to part with it yet so I sorted it out and put it in her bag that has her stuff in my studio (note: it's a tiny bag-definitely not on hoarding levels). Eventually I will part with it but not right now (her one year anniversary is in May). But yeah, emotional attachment. It took me almost 2 weeks after she passes to vacuum because I felt like I was vacuuming her away. Ever watch someone cry hysterical while vacuuming their house? It's awkward.
But along with the meds I found an apron that my husband bought for me as a gag gift about 10 years ago. I never used it. It's just been taking up space so I decided to donate it. He actually got anxious about me parting with it. That me not keeping it, bothered him. This is not the first time where he tried to control what I can/cannot keep due to his anxiety and it's frustrating because I feel held hostage by his emotions. Something as simple as throwing out old socks panics him because "he knew I liked those socks". Stuff like that.
I had to explain that, if this was mine, then it's within my right to do what I want with. I gave him the option of keeping it if he would use it for cooking-he opted not to because he doesnt want to cook....sooo......
I also explained to him that I have other gifts from him that have more value and meaning to me and it's ok to part with this one off gag gift. He said he dropped it off for donation but in the past, I have found things that he said he got rid of pop up in other places of the house but I will have to take his word for it.
Now the other venting part. I went into the attic to see if I can get my summer clothes to swap out. The attic is so bottlenecked with everything, mostly due to laziness of not moving stuff away from the entrance but a lot of stuff that needs to be sorted through. There is less than a foot around the entrance to get into the attic. Because of that, I lost my footing and almost fell out of the attic. I grabbed onto the side and got a pretty deep splinter in my finger. I managed to dig it out but I was frustrated. I finally got into the attic and I see a lot of stuff that I can remove that are mine and the house. And then I see something that wasn't there before.
It was some old christmas precious moments style ornament. I dont know where it came from so I assumed it was his. It looks like something he would have gotten from his mom. And it's on the floor and almost stepped on because of where it was. I send him a text and he's like "oh it's not mine but I thought it was cute" followed by "maybe your mom sent it?". I know my mom didn't send it. It's definitely not mine. I ask what he wants to do with it since he said it's not his and it's not mine, should I put it aside? He responds with how he has no idea where is came from, like there is some sort of denial with a weird pushing the responsibility onto me for ownership. "I feel like it was a random mailing" and "I can't tell you who its from" and "maybe it's yours" like its some sort of weird hoarding gaslighting.
I mean, I'm not going to toss it-I was just asking about it and his response was an unusual response to a yes/no question. For shits and giggles, I texted my mom to rule that out since he's convinced that my mom is sending me things that she would never send me.
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2024.04.24 06:35 LucyAriaRose AITA for still withholding all of the presents I bought for the family because of their pranks?
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Mood Spoiler: tentatively hopeful Original Post: Januar 2, 2024 Ok, in the past couple of years I started making good enough that I bought a house, and I still have plenty after the monthly bills. My family have all been pranksters and at times entitled, my whole life. But Christmas Eve they took the cake. I was NC with them for years. But they convinced me to reconnect after I moved closer. For gifts, I got them all good stuff. Like tablets for the kids with built in DVD players. Sports memorabilia and camping stuff for my dad, brother and uncle. Specific antiques, jewelry and appliances for my mom, SIL and aunt.
I brought my girlfriend with me, as what little family she has are horrid. So she was delighted to spend Christmas Eve with my family. Everything was going smoothly. And I warned my family, no pranks on me or my girlfriend. AT ALL! They swore none would happen. But they could not resist. We got attacked by silly string from multiple fronts. That stuff reeks and gets everywhere. Somehow we powered through that.
But then came the gifts. I wasn't expecting much. But none of them even tried. I got dollar store cooking utensils, a pair of insanely ugly holiday socks that I confirmed were also dollar store, and a pink hat. And that was just from my parents. They all kept snickering and recording me as I unwrapped random junk. One being a used mirror to a car I no longer own. And the one gift there to my girlfriend was a bottle of fart spray. I told them I'd had enough, and they'd agreed to no pranks. Long story short, they weren't just gag gifts. They were the only presents there for us.
I had enough and just started gathering up all the presents I'd brought. They all freaked out and demanded I give them back. I told them all that they didn't change one bit. And they could kiss all of that stuff goodbye. We bagged everything and stormed out. The family keep calling and messaging me that I'm being greedy, I couldn't take a joke, couldn't think of anything to get me, the kids are crying. I don't need to go on.
AITA? I've refused to return any of the presents.
Relevant Comments: Why did you go no contact before? Because when growing up, I was the overly serious type that was used as a scapegoat for my brother. And I was just treated unkindly like I was unwanted half the time. I was the unplanned son, while my brother was not. They all also have the worst senses of humor. Try sharing a house with a cheesy parody of the Jackass crew. After many years on NC, my parents acted like they'd seen the error of their past, and apologized for it. But now I think they were all just waiting for me to let down my guard. They stalked my social media and came to my door with flowers after I moved back to the area two years ago. I wasn't mentally ready to go to their 2022 Christmas. But they convinced me for 2023.
An important question: Commenter: NTA obviously. but i gotta ask: are dvd's still a big enough thing that there's tablets with dvd-players built in?
OOP: Yes. A friend of mine has a few for himself and his kids. And you get the tablets at Walmart. They run Android, and the DVD player works fine. Great for camping
Editor's note: Here's a link I found while googling, so the product is real lol Clarification: Commenter: INFO - did you take the gifts after they opened them?
OOP: Most of them had been opened, yes
Fake: Commenter: Fake. You are NC and then out of the blue spend thousands. And how do you gather up “appliances” and leave.
OOP: They weren't big appliances. They were things like griddles and electric can openers. Did you think I bought them stoves or refrigerators? And yes, I overspent. Some small and very stupid part of me still thought I could buy their love. I won't make that mistake again.
OOP is voted NTA Update Post: April 12, 2024 (~3.5 months later) My girlfriend recently saw my original post read on youtube, and asked that I update here.
I previously posted in another subreddit about what my family did to me on Christmas Eve. Back at work, word of what happened with my family spread around the office when it shouldn't have. I talked about it to just one friend at lunch a few days after making my first reddit post, and the office gossip just happened to be hiding nearby listening to every word I said. Within days it was all over the office. And someone in the office was apparently social media friends with my brother.
In short, my family found out about my Reddit post. And they went off about how they thought I was a brat who couldn't take a joke. I told them the 400 NTA comments said otherwise. Then they tried to say I didn't tell the truth. I asked them to read the post over the phone and tell me what in it was a lie. Well their recollection was suddenly quite bad, because I made it clear every detail was on point. I even still have the messages from them confirming numerous details. They tried gaslighting, but I wasn't having it. I was never going to let them try to rewrite history again. My mother resorted to crocodile tears and guilting. But I called her and my father out as self serving narcissists who played favorites and would rather make me the bad guy so they wouldn't have to feel bad about themselves. They didn't deserve to berate me, or cry for sympathy when they were complicit in my misery since childhood. Then I hung up on them. They tried calling back again and again. But I refused to pick up, and I deleted all of their voicemails. But I kept the texts just in case I'd need to go to a lawyer.
More people in the extended family were made aware after links to my reddit account got around. Initially some sided with my parents and brother. But quickly switched sides when they saw the writing on the wall. My parents then tried to turn my brother into the new scapegoat for the situation since it couldn't be me. And then it turned into a chicken fight. After about two weeks my parents showed up at my door to try and get me to talk to them. But I refused. I found out later that other relatives called them 50+ year old children, and they owed me a lifetime of apologies.
My brother apparently doubled down that what they did was funny, and refused to admit any wrongdoing. But his wife and even his own kids were furious at him. He was made to delete the videos he recorded of me at Christmas by the rest of the family. And he blamed me for it because I ruined his best prank yet. My SIL ended up slapping him and calling him a manchild, then saying she'd never been so humiliated to be his wife. She was apparently unaware of what my family put me through growing up until the Christmas prank because I'd hardly seen her before cutting contact with my family. Then she gave him an ultimatum. Marriage counseling and a sincere apology to me, or she would leave him.
My brother stubbornly refused, and his wife took the kids and left for a few days. He then came to my house while intoxicated and yelling that it was all my fault, and I was a bitch baby who couldn't take a joke. Then he started demanding I talk to his wife and fix things. I had to call our parents to come get him before I had police take him away. They showed up mortified and screaming at him to shut the hell up. After a few more days my parents begged me to come over and speak to them. Took me a while to agree. And when I did, my brother was there with them looking like a kicked puppy. His wife had actually gone to get a consultation from a divorce lawyer. And my brother finally realized this was for real, and unless he acknowledged he was a massive a-hole, his life would be ruined. His wife did come back for the sake of keeping the kids in school. But even after months, my brother is still in the doghouse.
My brother and parents apologized and admitted they never expected me to show up with such nice gifts, and figured I wasn't likely to bring anything since I hadn't seen them in years, and they'd pranked me so much that it finally clicked with them why I'd previously gone no contact. And even though I showed up with real gifts, they went ahead with their plan anyway since the prank gifts were already there under the tree, and they somehow thought I'd share in the humor. They thought wrong. I told them they would never be apologizing like this if they weren't being humiliated for their actions. To which they actually agreed and started trashing themselves. Then I asked if the apologies they'd given me before were totally insincere and just a ploy to lure me back into the family. They couldn't say they were or weren't. I'm not sure even they know anymore.
So then I had a very frank discussion with them about my childhood, and why I might never want to associate with them ever again. They didn't argue with a single point I made. All the mistreatment, all the favoritism, all the scapegoating! Why? Because I was the unwanted child! I didn't ask to be born! And it sure as hell shouldn't have taken that long just for them to realize what kind of steaming piles of crap they were as people. They just sat there looking at the floor while I ranted at them. And my mother was crying and blaming herself and my father. And my father started blaming her, and saying it all started with her. My brother for once in his life knew when to shut the hell up and accept fault. And when he finally did speak, he owned up to everything.
Since it was too late to return the gifts to the store by the time I'd made my AITA post, the presents I took back were left in my garage, just sitting in a pile. I ended up donating all of them to a local church for a charity rummage sale. So all of that stuff went to people other than my relatives.
I was chastised by many for taking the gifts back from the kids too. But they were sharing in the delight of laughing at me that day. And now they have a lesson in consequences that it was good to have while still young. That said, my mother kind of negated that by going rogue and bought the exact same tablet-DVD-combo players for the kids that I did. My father was apparently furious with her at first because she put it all on their credit card. Each of those tablets was around $150. But the fight about it didn't last long.
My brother and SIL have been going to marriage counseling. And it's forced my brother to open his eyes. Our parents raised him to be the way he is. But he also kept it up well into adulthood. I've kept moderate contact with my family for the sake of getting to know my niblings. And they're actually good kids. They don't blame me for taking the gifts back anymore, because they understand how angry I was at Christmas.
I had my birthday in March at a local pizza parlor, and my family were invited. It was literally their last chance. And shockingly they did not blow it. They couldn't figure out what to get me, so they gifted me a large card with $100 cash in it, and a "We'll do better" apology written in the card. They also gave my girlfriend a set of Sterling silver earrings big apology as a makeup for Christmas since she'd refused to see them in person till then. It hasn't really been long enough since then for me to have any other kinds of details other than things seem to be pleasantly normal now. No more pranks to me. They've even stopped doing them to each other. The whole situation just ruined what made it funny for them to begin with.
Also, for all those who prior commented or DM'd me saying tablet/DVD player combos don't exist, look them up for crying out loud. They do exist, and kids who have them, love them. The ones my mother got my niblings have barely left their hands since getting them.
Lastly, I did report the office gossip that caused me to get ratted me out to my brother to HR. And that was just one thing in a line of complaints against them. So they were finally written up. And has been avoiding me as much as possible at work since then.
TLDR: Office gossip made my family find out about my original post. A crap-show ensued. Family were forced to admit wrong after my SIL took the kids and threatened divorce. Family finally owned up to their misdeeds against me, and are still apologetic. Office gossip got written up for what they did.
Relevant Comment: Commenter: What amazes me is the $100. That’s it? Sounds greedy, but c’mon. A lifetime of them treating you as they had…
OOP: I agree it wasn't much. But I wasn't expecting much either. The fact that the guilt is real to them now was the biggest gift I got. Plus, I'm not gonna try to milk them for money. I'm fairly well off. And they know it.
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2024.04.22 20:34 Ok_Banana_454 Ceres Fauna - A short story
"Whrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.........." Your shitty 10 years old gamer PC starts up. The RGB lights flickers, casting a brief glimpse of your decrepit and rundown room. No point of renovating, funds go to Fauna's superchats. Ever since you found Fauna, you've dedicated your whole life as a Sapling. Her veganism, mother figure, soothing voice. You worshipped her.
You quickly turn on Fauna's livestream. "Stream starting in 5 minutes." it said as you breathed a sigh of relief. You had the most shittest day at work today. The snow didn't help either. But now you're free, free to watch Fauna's ASMR livestream. Free to feel Fauna's warm.
You searched around for your cum sock. It's already filled. Disappointed, you make do with your own drinking mug. "I've been saving up for you, mommy. Saved up two weeks worth.... Like a good sapling"
"Welcome back to my ASMR...." Fauna appears. Excited, you gently stroke yourself according to Fauna's ASMR whispers, edging as long as possible. You won't cum until Fauna's livestream ends.
"let mommy clean your......" Black screen. A blackout. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" In a state of panic, you rushed down the stairs to reach the circuit breaker. "Squish" you stepped on something slippery, your cum sock. It was too late as you tumbled down flights of stairs all the way to the bottom. Your body is in excruciating pain. No matter how much you try, you can't get up. As your mind fade into darkness, you mutter one last word. "Fauna......"
"urgh.....my head...." You weakly spoke as you slowly regain consciousness. Barely opening your eyes, you noticed a unfamiliar environment. No longer in the comfort of your home, but what looks to be a log cabin. A cold snap hits, your body automatically tries to hug yourself. But you didn't, you can't. Both your arms and legs have been tied up. Reality sets in. You've been kidnapped. "HELP! HELP ME! SOMEONE!" as you continue struggling from the binds.
"Don't struggle....uuuuuuu" A gentle voice silences your pleas for help. As you searched about. a looming figure approaches you. "You're...You're FAUNA!" Fauna nods, as she leans against your ears. "Yes...I..am...uuuuuuuuu" Normally, any sapling would rejoice getting bound up. But this Fauna feels different. What used to be a mother figure with wavy light green hair, now stands before you as a grey cold heartless figure devoid of life. You want to feel joy, happiness, something, but all you can feel is dread. "What are you do...." Fauna swiftly gags you as she turns back to her livestream. Fauna elegantly switched back to her ASMR voice. "Hey guys, I'll be doing an ASMR mukbang. Please you eat along with me!" Fauna sets one of your leg against her mic.
CHOMP. Fauna's teeth sink into your thigh, tearing away at the flesh. The action echoes a grotesque ripping sound, but to the viewers listening it was just another tingling sensation. You squirmed around in pain, tears overflowing, heart racing. The gag prevents you from making even a whimper, almost choking you. CHOMP. CHOMP. CHOMP. "UUUUUUUUUUUUUU....this is so umai!!!!!" as Fauna eats her way to your thigh bone. You slowly slip back into unconsciousness, praying this was just a nightmare.
You wake up once again, just as Fauna ends her livestream. My....my legs! Your two legs are now gone, possibly eaten by Fauna. "Why.....?" you questioned Fauna through your sobbing.
"Why? Do you know what it means to be keeper of nature? Everytime I eat anything, I can hear their cries. Cries of pain as I chew them in my mouth. These voices telling them they don't want to die. Those meat dumplings. Those vegan paos. Those...Those.... They don't stop. THEY DON'T AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH." Fauna screamed in pain, shocking even you. Fauna smashed her head against the wall, swirling her head around in complete insanity. "Then, on one night, Sana and I were out camping and we ran into some accident. Sana's back was injured so she couldn't move, and I....was....hungry." Fauna slightly tearing up. "For the first time, utter silence. No voices. No screaming. No nothing. So I just kept eating...."
"Sana didn't graduate, you killed her!" You exclaimed upon hearing Fauna's confession. Fauna wiped her tears, pulling a scalpel. "All will return to the soil anyways, I just cut out the middleman. Get it, CUT the middlemen." Fauna starts slice into your flesh, displaying your internal organs. Fear returns as you struggle through your restraints and while screaming. "ITADAKIMASU!" as Fauna digs into your innards like it's a buffet. Pain overwhelms you as you slip in and out of consciousness. Your last moments was spent eaten alive by the vtuber you called Mother.
Soon later, police sirens could be heard, investigating the empty log cabin. Missing posters had been put up across town. But just like the previous victims, the case gone cold and soon everyone moves on.
"Hey everyone, Fauna here, For the next ASMR mukbang, One lucky sapling will get to join me!"
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2024.04.22 19:53 KevinR1990 Abigail (2024) [Horror/Comedy, Vampire]
Abigail (2024) Rated R for strong bloody violence and gore throughout, pervasive language and brief drug use
Score: 4 out of 5 The trailers for
Abigail, the latest from the Radio Silence team of Matt Bettinelli-Olpin and Tyler Gillett, promised a simple, straightforward horrocomedy that inverted the premise of their prior film
Ready or Not (a lone female character faces off against a group of people inside a mansion, but this time, she's the villain), and that's exactly what the film delivered. Probably the biggest problem I had with this movie is that the trailers spoiled way too many of its wild plot turns, not least of all the central hook that the little girl at the center of the film is actually a vampire, which the film itself doesn't reveal until nearly halfway in -- but then again, I was having way too good a time with this movie to really care all that much. I came for blood and some grim laughs, and I got them, courtesy of some standout performances and filmmakers who know exactly how to take really gory violence and make it more fun than gross. If you like your horror movies bloody, this is certainly one to check out.
Our protagonists are a group of criminals who have been recruited by a man named Lambert to kidnap Abigail, the 12-year-old daughter of a very wealthy man, after she gets home from ballet practice and hold her ransom for $50 million. However, once they've taken her to their safehouse, a rustic mansion deep in the woods, strange occurrences start happening around them, and one by one, they start turning up brutally murdered. Before long, they learn two things. First, Abigail's rich father is actually Kristof Lazar, a notorious crime boss who has a brutal and fearsome assassin named Valdez on his payroll who may well have been sent to take out these hoodlums. Second, and more importantly, Abigail is herself Valdez -- and a vampire. A very pissed-off vampire who quickly gets loose and goes to war against her captors, using all her vampiric powers against them.
In a manner not unlike
From Dusk Till Dawn, the film starts as a slow-burn crime thriller with few hints as to what Abigail truly is, instead focusing on fleshing out our main characters, a motley crew of entertaining crooks who have no idea what they're getting into. Our protagonists may not be a particularly sympathetic bunch (being kidnappers and all), but all of them are great characters who are very fun to watch, reacting as many of us would to seeing what happens in the latter half of the film and anchoring the mayhem in something human. Melissa Barrera makes for a likable and compelling lead as the token good one/telegraphed final girl Joey (not her real name; they all use codenames taken from members of the Rat Pack), Kathryn Newton was hilarious and got some of the biggest moments in the film as the rich kid hacker Sammy, and Giancarlo Esposito made the most of his limited screen time as their mysterious leader Lambert, but the real standout among the protagonists was Dan Stevens as Frank, a corrupt ex-cop who becomes the
de facto leader of the group and takes charge once the carnage begins only to turn out to have some skeletons in his closet. This was a group of people who all felt like fully fleshed-out, three-dimensional characters who I wanted to see either succeed or, in some cases, get what they had coming to them, even if the words "let's split up" were used a bit too often during the third act.
The true MVP among the cast, though, was Alisha Weir as Abigail. In the first act, she's excellent at playing an innocent-seeming little girl -- with emphasis on "playing", as every so often she lets her precocious mask slip just enough to let both her caretaker Joey and the audience know that she knows a lot more than she's letting on. After the reveal, she turns into a hell of a villain, a potty-mouthed psycho who's absolutely relishing getting to murder her captors, operating with glee as she fights them and continuing to them even when they think they have the upper hand. The film makes great use of the fact that Abigail is also a ballerina, not just in her outfit but also in how the action and chase sequences give Weir (who has a background in musical theater) ample opportunity to show off her dance skills, which has the effect of framing Abigail as the antithesis of her captors: violent as hell, but also elegant and graceful in a way that lets you know that she's probably been doing this for a very long time. I can see Weir going places in the future, if her performance here is any indication.
When it comes to scares, this film is a mess of gore, inflicted on both Abigail and her captors. The first act keeps us in the dark as to what's really going on, and did a good job building tension as Abigail lurks in the shadows and the characters find the dead and mutilated bodies of her victims, not knowing what's really happening. There are decapitations, a man having half his face torn off, lots of bites, and more than one instance of somebody exploding into a mess of gore (a gag that, going by how they used it in
Ready or Not, Radio Silence seem to be pretty big fans of). There's a creepy sequence of somebody getting psychically possessed by Abigail that spices up the proceedings with a different kind of horror, especially as the performance of the actor playing the victim shifts. The climax was action-packed and filled with vampire mayhem, and while I thought the story was kinda spinning its wheels at this point, the film was still too much fun for me to really fault it
too much. At this point, Radio Silence has become a brand I trust when it comes to delivering popcorn horror experiences that aren't that deep, but are still very fun, enjoyable times at either the multiplex or in front of your TV.
The Bottom Line I came to see a ballerina vampire kick people's asses for nearly two hours, and that's exactly what I got.
Abigail is a rock-solid, rock-em-sock-em good time of a horrocomedy buoyed by a great cast and directors who know how to entertain. If you don't mind lots of blood, check it out.
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2024.04.16 23:55 kayenano The Villainess Is An SS+ Rank Adventurer: Chapter 227
[<< First] [< Previous] [Next >] [Patreon] [Discord] Synopsis: Juliette Contzen is a lazy, good-for-nothing princess. Overshadowed by her siblings, she's left with little to do but nap, read … and occasionally cut the falling raindrops with her sword. Spotted one day by an astonished adventurer, he insists on grading Juliette's swordsmanship, then promptly has a mental breakdown at the result.
Soon after, Juliette is given the news that her kingdom is on the brink of bankruptcy. At threat of being married off, the lazy princess vows to do whatever it takes to maintain her current lifestyle, and taking matters into her own hands, escapes in the middle of the night in order to restore her kingdom's finances.
Tags: Comedy, Adventure, Action, Fantasy, Copious Ohohohohos.
Chapter 227: The Dark Tower A crescent moon blinked above a canopy of wilting leaves.
It needed to try harder. I had a minimum expectation of all my kingdom’s tenants. The moon in my sky was one of them. If it wasn’t illuminating my soft features and gentle smile beneath a curtain of moonlight, what good was it for?
Certainly not lighting the muddied path towards a baroness’s secret hovel.
And so–I relied upon Starlight Grace instead.
Holding my trusted multi-purpose gardening instrument aloft, I brushed aside the shadows as I led the way through the dense woodlands east of Hartzwiese. Damp soil and twisting vines was the reward for each step.
A stark warning to those of gentle hearts and finely crafted boots to turn away.
Crack.
Instead, I scarcely slowed my pace as I stepped upon a twig, its snap muted by the weight of the dense trees and the watching darkness. All around me, countless eyes shone in response. A painting of malevolent stars, guiding me towards where only unseen horrors awaited.
Moments later, I spied movement in the periphery.
A gnarled root revealed as a thorned tail disappearing into some hidden recess in the underbrush.
A songbird in the shape of a ragged flesh raven, its throat convulsing as it mimicked the sweet chirp.
A lupine shadow, prowling menacingly before it was lost amidst the jaws of a darker silhouette.
And most conspicuously of all, the fluttering wings of common forest bats.
I narrowed my eyes at the litany of horrors … before nodding in satisfaction.
My, it was absolutely atrocious.
A dark and damp forest filled with hideous creatures, where nobody with any standards, sense or taste would choose to reside. Here was where seasoned brigands turned up their nose, opting instead to squat in those less dangerous parts inhabited by man eating fire breathing death beetles as their place of lawlessness.
And so–I was appeased.
Not delighted. Not content. Just appeased.
After all, even the thought of adding to Soap Island’s burgeoning labour force couldn’t deny the solemn fact I was again trudging through a forest intent on claiming an ankle. But I at least kept the worst of my frowns in reserve for when I’d soon require them.
A significant contrast to a former noblewoman following in my steps.
“Hmm.”
I glanced behind.
She only wore a look of deep unease as she peered around at the darkness attempting to swallow her defenceless form.
Even so, she offered only a slight hum in lieu of actual words of horror.
I was impressed.
Why, she’d only just joined my family’s maid staff, and was already learning the correct euphemisms. By the time she saw the loose socks which didn’t litter my bedroom, she’d be down to offering only a fixed smile and a nod.
Still, I hardly saw what her clear display of anxiousness was for.
Anything which hid in the shadows also hid from Starlight Grace.
And if it didn’t, well–
Coppelia was beside her.
Or nearby.
Or at least close enough to help her should something salivating seek to consume her. Especially as she was the one taunting them. Her wide smile was brighter than any light as she casually tossed twigs into the darkness. I watched as she struck something on the nose, answered by a yelp from either a frightened beagle or a corpse devouring barghest.
I pursed my lips.
Frankly, I had little wish to invite a monstrous horror into our midst. It’d be awful if Renise fainted. If my loyal handmaiden wasn’t willing to carry me unless an explosion warranted it, she certainly wasn’t going to be carrying a maid.
But quite aside from that, she should be busy performing a far more important task.
Ensuring we weren’t wildly lost.
“Coppelia, please stop antagonising the unknown horrors in the night.”
“They started it.”
“Yes, well, they’ve clearly nothing better to do. That doesn’t mean they’re worthy of your attention. Especially as it should be elsewhere. Are we still following the direction of the sewers?”
“The direction? Sure. I mean, it could technically be any direction from here. This is as good as I can feel. No more hollowness beneath the dirt, weird smells or signs of drainage access. We’re now officially lost in the middle of the spooky woods!”
“Lost?”
I raised a hand to my smiling lips, not at all disheartened by the surrounding gloom.
“Ohohoho … what are you suggesting? Why, this is
exactly what I wanted!”
“You mean to be followed by something which looks like a tree but definitely isn’t a tree?”
“What? No. I don’t want that. And if you can, please discourage it from approaching. Goodness knows my hair is threatened enough by regular branches without monstrous ones enjoying a swipe as well.”
“Okie~”
Coppelia picked up another twig. Something I now realised was equivalent to throwing a bone at a skeleton. I nodded at the extra point being made.
Huddling up behind me, Renise gave a polite cough.
“Um, Miss Juliette?”
“Yes? … Do you also see some bloodthirsty aberration in disguise?”
“Well, no. And that’s rather my concern. I, um, know you said you’re certain where the baroness can be located. But are you, well,
certain certain she is here? This is quite a foreboding location. Even compared to a sewer.”
I offered a soothing smile.
That alone should have quelled any concerns. But for my brother’s own chosen attendant, I’d offer a few words of comfort as well.
“Indeed, this is a truly ghastly place, fit only to play host to horrors without names and the unseen things they called their masters. And I even notice a spot of mist beginning to creep up as well. This is
excellent news.”
“Ex … Excuse me? Is a mist obscuring our visibility a benefit?”
“In this case, yes.”
I elegantly strode onwards, ducking beneath a branch wishing to flatten itself against my forehead.
“Rest assured, the doings of the kingdom’s lowest aristocracy are as dull as its highest. We’ve no need to meander through sewers like common grave robbers to know where they lead. Now that Coppelia has led us this far, their own predictability will do the rest.”
I saw Renise’s shadow nodding. As well as Coppelia’s hand reaching to examine if she had any pockets.
I chose to unsee that.
“I notice we’re heading eastwards,” she said. “It makes sense that any safehold would be closer to the Granholtz border. But even with what we’ve determined, I fear this is far too large an area for us to cover. Have you perhaps surmised some hidden trail?”
“Hmm? No, not at all. I’m simply following the bats.”
“The bats?”
“The bats.”
I pointed ahead.
There, a steadily growing mass of bloodthirsty eyes blinked at us from amidst the darkness, retreating from Starlight Grace’s light like an ebbing wave.
“Oh, I see.” Renise paused. “... Truly?”
“Of course.”
Another pause. Greater this time.
A poor showing on her part. If she wished to work as a maid, even a false one, she needed to have enough stamina to agree with my every decision while walking.
“I’m … I’m afraid I don’t quite understand? Are you suggesting we’re purposefully following the bats to finetune the baroness’s location? But won’t that simply lead us to the bats’ colony? How will that … well, work?”
I was almost indignant.
Almost.
Because while a princess’s wisdom being doubted was as appalling as … whatever it was I’d just stepped on, this was hardly unexpected.
Indeed, it was in the lifeblood of all nobility, former or otherwise, to doubt the acumen of royalty who’d long known their minds to see where their treason would next go.
Thus, I placed my hand upon my chest instead, offering the learned smile my tutors did … before they were all replaced by banshees in human guise.
“Ohohoho … indeed it will. These bats will lead us to the darkest, most dingiest, most crestfallen location in the entire woods. We will be presented with the single most depressing sight in the local region, for what is favoured by bats is also favoured by the baronage. Mist, darkness and dampness. Here we shall find a secret retreat, built to house schemes so low that no thought remains for design aesthetics. And this means the most dull option which trends allow–a darkened tower ominously covered in bats.”
“Miss Juliette, I’m not certain if following bats will lead us to a darkened tower.”
I glanced behind my shoulder at the one who amongst us had the least cause for dubiousness.
“Indulge me, if you would. Have you encountered many baron households over the years?”
“At formal gatherings, yes.”
“And how many are you familiar with?”
“Of their private workings? … Perhaps over a hundred.”
“And of them, how many do you know possess secret hideaways and retreats?”
“Well … if it’s purely in the realm of likelihood … I suppose at least half?”
“And of that half, how many consist of darkened towers tossed in the middle of a forest with their exteriors ominously covered in a wallpaper of bats?”
Renise blinked as she counted the numbers in her head.
After a moment, she looked slightly indignant on behalf of all those who had no right to be defended.
“That … That is merely anecdotal.”
I paused before an unnaturally tall shrub, carefully laden between a pair of trees.
With a hum towards my surroundings, I noted the presence of the moonlight peeking through a clear gap in the forest canopy beyond. The gathering of the mist sweeping around my ankles. The mass of watching eyes now withdrawn into the distance.
“No, Miss Renise. It is modern archetectural fashion.”
Then, I smiled–just before parting the shrub with Starlight Grace.
A stunned silence met a clearing illuminated by moonlight.
And there at its centre–was a darkened tower rising to a height which failed to even overlook the forest ceiling.
A colony of fidgeting bats danced upon its surface, their mass dimly lit by lanterns jutting from windows boarded to prevent said bats from entering. And upon its blunted roof, an impaling spike served as a flourish to impragmatism.
As I turned around, I was met by the sight of Coppelia peering forward with her hand to her brows … and also Renise’s open mouth as she made a bizarre gurgling noise.
A strange way of joining me in a mocking chorus. But she had time to learn.
“Ohhohohhoohohohohoho … behold! The contemptuous predictability of my kingdom’s nobility! Peer upon the epitome of uncreativity multiplied by affordability! Designed to appeal to the lowest common denominator, here is the most basic and popular secret hideaway for destitute barons to be found in the brochure of the Stonemason’s Guild!”
Here it was!
The most popular product by sales and ratings! With countless satisfied reviews in an echo chamber of poverty nodding at one another’s lack of creativity without a sense of irony!
Package #12a. ‘The Dark Tower’, Original Secret Lair with Bat Enclosure and Optional Spire! Ohohoho … indeed, I’d read the brochure!
When all the jesters were fired or promoted to become attachés to Granholtz’s ambassador, here was where the comedy was found!
Just because I flipped to the most expensive dwellings didn’t mean my need for amusement never saw me studying what the nobility counted as secret escapes!
“Uwwahh~ … I can’t believe you guys buy your secret towers from brochures.”
“Ohohoho … no, Coppelia. Those who are not royalty buy their secret towers from brochures. Be mindful of the distinction.”
“Does that mean I can buy one?”
“What? Absolutely not.”
“Ehhh … so I can’t have my own tower?”
“You can’t have your own tower from a
brochure. It’s the same as with trapped corridors. As my loyal handmaiden, you represent royalty. That means bespoke packages only.”
Coppelia blinked at me.
“If I have to buy things like royalty, does that mean I get royalty wages too?”
“Oho ... ohohohoho! W-Well, there are stipends and private funds available to ensure your lodgings are up to par … that is to say, you would not be expected to pay for everything out of pocket …”
“Hmm? And how much would you help pay? It’d have to be a lot, right? Probably all of it if I can only pick the super expensive stuff?”
“Well, I … I suppose in that regard, yes …”
“I want you to know that I have secured that commitment in the part of my memory that can neither be removed or destroyed.”
My mouth widened wordlessly.
Then, I broke into a magnanimous smile. Yes, magnanimous. Even if I considered whether the Royal Treasury was enough to pay for the type of skyward towers that Coppelia would ask for. It was only right her abode was just as fine as mine … maybe one step down … two steps down!
“Ughhh …”
Beside us, Renise groaned with her face in her palms.
“I can’t believe it … Father offered to buy this for me … as a birthday present … when he said it was popular, I didn’t know this is what he meant.”
“And what did you say?”
“I said I didn’t really need a dark tower … I’m also not overly fond of bats.”
“Then rejoice. Your place at my brother’s side may continue.”
Satisfied I’d permanently tarnished the image of her former colleagues more than blood and betrayal ever could, I continued onwards.
With a flick of my hair, I slid down the grassy embankment and into the clearing.
Untrimmed grass met me as I made my way across with thoughts of tomorrow’s breakfast in mind. Vanilla palmiers or cinnamon streusel muffins. A more colourful picture than anything this tower had to offer.
But no matter.
I expected little from those who schemed against my kingdom. And foresight was not one of them. Otherwise, there would at least be a parade of hoodlums waiting to accost me.
Instead, only the menacing sight of a structure with the ability to collapse at any moment threatened me. It was enough. And so I paused before the large wooden door, readying an excuse to explain why it wasn’t my fault.
And then–
Knock. Knock. I rapped my knuckles against the door, bracing myself for the entire stonework to crumble.
After several moments, the door creaked open instead.
“... Yes? What is it?”
I blinked.
A man styled entirely in black robes was the one to greet me, his face almost entirely covered by a thick, twirly moustache stretching as far wide as the length of his beard. Amidst the dark pits of his eyes, little could be discerned other than a deep vexation with answering the door.
Hmm.
How curious.
Quite aside from the non-snivelling tone of his voice, here was one dressed far too impressively to be a mere henchman. At least by doorstop standards. Common and inexpensive wool, yes, but importantly without a single stitch or vomit stain.
I raised a brow in puzzlement.
All the more so as I glimpsed at the chamber behind him.
There was no pompous waiting reception there. No line of hoodlums ready to be bribed. No lit chandelier dragged from some gutter and still dripping with sewage waste. Not even a faux throne sat upon by a baroness with crossed legs and a vain smile.
Instead, there was a table.
That was it.
A single table and little else besides, carrying tools which were either very blunt or very sharp. Upon the stone floor was no carpet, but a drawn red circle enveloped by a ring of candles.
And at its centre–
“Mmmgrhh … mmgghhr …. Mmghrhhh!!”
A young woman in farming attire, gagged and bound.
Held in a rusting cage, she looked towards me with eyes bulging with desperate tears, snot running down her nose as fear exuded from every sweating pore on her person.
I gasped, my hand covering my mouth.
What … What was this?!
A single table as the entirety of the furnishing!
I was
appalled.
Why, a dark tower was already built for affordability … but this?
It was so empty of decoration it may as well be newly built!
Clearly not the case. The fashionably crumbling stonework didn’t come as standard.
Frankly, this was a disgrace. My expectations were at the level of the earthworms beneath the dirt. And yet somehow, this tower failed to even reach the minimum level of disappointment.
“Excuse me,” I said towards the robed man. “Is this the secret dark tower belonging to a …”
I turned to Renise. Her eyes were wide as she stared inside, her face white with horror.
I couldn’t agree more. This wasn’t just cheap. It was lazy.
But even so, to not finish a sentence when called upon was a significant demerit. Fortunately, she wasn’t my handmaiden. Coppelia was, and she was ready in her stead.
“Baroness Arisa Sandholt,” she answered cheerfully.
“Her,” I said. “Is this her secret dark tower?”
The robed man gave a shake of his head.
“No, I’m afraid this is not.”
“Oh, truly? Are you quite certain?”
“Very.”
“She may be tenanting in a damp corner somewhere. Have you checked the upper spire? The bats may be hiding her.”
“I’m certain I have no tenants.”
I frowned as I peered past him. Nothing of any baroness could be seen. Not unless she wore farming overalls.
“I see … very well, then. My apologies for disturbing you.”
“It’s fine.”
Even before his lip service to etiquette was complete, he began shutting his door, the sounds of weeping rushing out in a desperate cry just before it sealed shut.
I turned around.
A few moments later, I placed my face in my palms and gave a deep sigh.
And then–
Knock. Knock. “... Yes? What is it now?”
The robed man's caution seeped through his voice, what little of his cheeks betraying the wrinkled suspicion concealed beneath his beard.
I smiled in response.
“Excuse me … but what are you doing?”
The man paused. Following my gaze, he briefly glanced behind him.
He promptly stepped in front of me, hiding my view.
“Nothing.”
I narrowed my eyes as I peered past him, regardless of his clumsy attempts at stopping me.
“Sir, this is clearly not nothing. You have a gagged, bound and caged farmer in a ritualistic circle, surrounded by what appears to be instruments of torture. Are you
absolutely certain nothing is amiss? Because I need these farmers. Traumatised is fine. But certainly not dead. Now, once again–
what are you doing?”
The robed man considered me briefly, a variety of responses clearly fluttering through his mind.
And then–
Pwam.
He closed the door.
The sound of a key being turned was followed by a heavy bolt being pushed into place.
I considered it for a moment, before turning to my brother’s watching attendant.
“Miss Renise. Do you see this conveniently open doorway here?”
“Huh? No, I see a door that’s just been locked and bolted.”
I leaned towards her with my most angelic smile. She leaned an equal distance away.
“There was never a door.”
“But … there’s a door–”
“Coppelia?”
“What’s a door?~”
Renise blinked.
Then, she noted the sight of my loyal handmaiden stretching her legs.
“There … There was never a door … ?”
I nodded in satisfaction.
My, how wonderful. There was hope for her yet.
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2024.04.15 08:01 SharkEva AITA for still withholding all of the presents I bought for the family because of their pranks?
I am not the OOP. The OOP is u/No-Custard1940 posting in AmItheAsshole and EntitledPeople Concluded as per OOP 1 update - Medium Thanks to u/LunaMothThinking for finding this BORU Original - 2nd January 2024 Update - 12th April 2024
AITA for still withholding all of the presents I bought for the family because of their pranks?
Ok, in the past couple of years I started making good enough that I bought a house, and I still have plenty after the monthly bills. My family have all been pranksters and at times entitled, my whole life. But Christmas Eve they took the cake. I was NC with them for years. But they convinced me to reconnect after I moved closer. For gifts, I got them all good stuff. Like tablets for the kids with built in DVD players. Sports memorabilia and camping stuff for my dad, brother and uncle. Specific antiques, jewelry and appliances for my mom, SIL and aunt.
I brought my girlfriend with me, as what little family she has are horrid. So she was delighted to spend Christmas Eve with my family. Everything was going smoothly. And I warned my family, no pranks on me or my girlfriend. AT ALL! They swore none would happen. But they could not resist. We got attacked by silly string from multiple fronts. That stuff reeks and gets everywhere. Somehow we powered through that.
But then came the gifts. I wasn't expecting much. But none of them even tried. I got dollar store cooking utensils, a pair of insanely ugly holiday socks that I confirmed were also dollar store, and a pink hat. And that was just from my parents. They all kept snickering and recording me as I unwrapped random junk. One being a used mirror to a car I no longer own. And the one gift there to my girlfriend was a bottle of fart spray. I told them I'd had enough, and they'd agreed to no pranks. Long story short, they weren't just gag gifts. They were the only presents there for us.
I had enough and just started gathering up all the presents I'd brought. They all freaked out and demanded I give them back. I told them all that they didn't change one bit. And they could kiss all of that stuff goodbye. We bagged everything and stormed out. The family keep calling and messaging me that I'm being greedy, I couldn't take a joke, couldn't think of anything to get me, the kids are crying. I don't need to go on.
AITA? I've refused to return any of the presents.
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Successful_Bath1200 NTA
It's not like you didn't warn them. Time to go NC with them again. Anything you can't return to the shop it came from to get your money back or that you can't use yourself, give to a charity and tell them that's what you did!
FeRaL--KaTT NTA and am going to add- proud of you for following through on your well stated boundaries. You deserve better.
**Judgement - NTA*\*
After what they did at Christmas, humiliation forced family to give me a massive apology. - 3 months later
My girlfriend recently saw my original post read on youtube, and asked that I update here.
I previously posted in another subreddit about what my family did to me on Christmas Eve. Back at work, word of what happened with my family spread around the office when it shouldn't have. I talked about it to just one friend at lunch a few days after making my first reddit post, and the office gossip just happened to be hiding nearby listening to every word I said. Within days it was all over the office.
And someone in the office was apparently social media friends with my brother. In short, my family found out about my Reddit post. And they went off about how they thought I was a brat who couldn't take a joke. I told them the 400 NTA comments said otherwise. Then they tried to say I didn't tell the truth. I asked them to read the post over the phone and tell me what in it was a lie.
Well their recollection was suddenly quite bad, because I made it clear every detail was on point. I even still have the messages from them confirming numerous details. They tried gaslighting, but I wasn't having it. I was never going to let them try to rewrite history again. My mother resorted to crocodile tears and guilting. But I called her and my father out as self serving narcissists who played favorites and would rather make me the bad guy so they wouldn't have to feel bad about themselves.
They didn't deserve to berate me, or cry for sympathy when they were complicit in my misery since childhood. Then I hung up on them. They tried calling back again and again. But I refused to pick up, and I deleted all of their voicemails. But I kept the texts just in case I'd need to go to a lawyer.
More people in the extended family were made aware after links to my reddit account got around. Initially some sided with my parents and brother. But quickly switched sides when they saw the writing on the wall. My parents then tried to turn my brother into the new scapegoat for the situation since it couldn't be me. And then it turned into a chicken fight.
After about two weeks my parents showed up at my door to try and get me to talk to them. But I refused. I found out later that other relatives called them 50+ year old children, and they owed me a lifetime of apologies. My brother apparently doubled down that what they did was funny, and refused to admit any wrongdoing. But his wife and even his own kids were furious at him. He was made to delete the videos he recorded of me at Christmas by the rest of the family. And he blamed me for it because I ruined his best prank yet.
My SIL ended up slapping him and calling him a manchild, then saying she'd never been so humiliated to be his wife. She was apparently unaware of what my family put me through growing up until the Christmas prank because I'd hardly seen her before cutting contact with my family. Then she gave him an ultimatum. Marriage counseling and a sincere apology to me, or she would leave him.
My brother stubbornly refused, and his wife took the kids and left for a few days. He then came to my house while intoxicated and yelling that it was all my fault, and I was a bitch baby who couldn't take a joke. Then he started demanding I talk to his wife and fix things. I had to call our parents to come get him before I had police take him away. They showed up mortified and screaming at him to shut the hell up. After a few more days my parents begged me to come over and speak to them.
Took me a while to agree. And when I did, my brother was there with them looking like a kicked puppy. His wife had actually gone to get a consultation from a divorce lawyer. And my brother finally realized this was for real, and unless he acknowledged he was a massive a-hole, his life would be ruined. His wife did come back for the sake of keeping the kids in school. But even after months, my brother is still in the doghouse.
My brother and parents apologized and admitted they never expected me to show up with such nice gifts, and figured I wasn't likely to bring anything since I hadn't seen them in years, and they'd pranked me so much that it finally clicked with them why I'd previously gone no contact. And even though I showed up with real gifts, they went ahead with their plan anyway since the prank gifts were already there under the tree, and they somehow thought I'd share in the humor.
They thought wrong. I told them they would never be apologizing like this if they weren't being humiliated for their actions. To which they actually agreed and started trashing themselves. Then I asked if the apologies they'd given me before were totally insincere and just a ploy to lure me back into the family. They couldn't say they were or weren't. I'm not sure even they know anymore.
So then I had a very frank discussion with them about my childhood, and why I might never want to associate with them ever again. They didn't argue with a single point I made. All the mistreatment, all the favoritism, all the scapegoating! Why? Because I was the unwanted child! I didn't ask to be born! And it sure as hell shouldn't have taken that long just for them to realize what kind of steaming piles of crap they were as people. They just sat there looking at the floor while I ranted at them. And my mother was crying and blaming herself and my father. And my father started blaming her, and saying it all started with her. My brother for once in his life knew when to shut the hell up and accept fault. And when he finally did speak, he owned up to everything.
Since it was too late to return the gifts to the store by the time I'd made my AITA post, the presents I took back were left in my garage, just sitting in a pile. I ended up donating all of them to a local church for a charity rummage sale. So all of that stuff went to people other than my relatives.
I was chastised by many for taking the gifts back from the kids too. But they were sharing in the delight of laughing at me that day. And now they have a lesson in consequences that it was good to have while still young. That said, my mother kind of negated that by going rogue and bought the exact same tablet-DVD-combo players for the kids that I did. My father was apparently furious with her at first because she put it all on their credit card. Each of those tablets was around $150. But the fight about it didn't last long.
My brother and SIL have been going to marriage counseling. And it's forced my brother to open his eyes. Our parents raised him to be the way he is. But he also kept it up well into adulthood. I've kept moderate contact with my family for the sake of getting to know my niblings. And they're actually good kids. They don't blame me for taking the gifts back anymore, because they understand how angry I was at Christmas.
I had my birthday in March at a local pizza parlor, and my family were invited. It was literally their last chance. And shockingly they did not blow it. They couldn't figure out what to get me, so they gifted me a large card with $100 cash in it, and a "We'll do better" apology written in the card. They also gave my girlfriend a set of Sterling silver earrings big apology as a makeup for Christmas since she'd refused to see them in person till then. It hasn't really been long enough since then for me to have any other kinds of details other than things seem to be pleasantly normal now. No more pranks to me. They've even stopped doing them to each other. The whole situation just ruined what made it funny for them to begin with.
Also, for all those who prior commented or DM'd me saying tablet/DVD player combos don't exist, look them up for crying out loud. They do exist, and kids who have them, love them. The ones my mother got my niblings have barely left their hands since getting them.
Lastly, I did report the office gossip that caused me to get ratted me out to my brother to HR. And that was just one thing in a line of complaints against them. So they were finally written up. And has been avoiding me as much as possible at work since then.
TLDR: Office gossip made my family find out about my original post. A crap-show ensued. Family were forced to admit wrong after my SIL took the kids and threatened divorce. Family finally owned up to their misdeeds against me, and are still apologetic. Office gossip got written up for what they did.
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Fianna9 I’m glad your family finally woke up and saw what dicks they are being. I hope they are sincere in wanting to fix themselves and the relationship. But no matter how hard they might seem to be trying, if they fuck up again they don’t deserve another chance
daylily61 I never saw your first post, Custard, until I came across this one. What perfectly horrible people your parents and brother must be 😝 No wonder you had no contact with them for so long. Here's hoping you and your girlfriend have all the peace and happiness together you can hold
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2024.04.13 12:19 aveannie Short but unhinged reviews of 31 scents from the past 6 months
EDIT: I am very thankful for the overwhelming number of positive comments! As per multiple requests, part 2 is up:
https://www.reddit.com/fragrance/comments/1c4hwwb/26_more_short_and_unhinged_fragrance_reviews/ I’ve always been kind of into perfumes for the simplest reason imaginable: I like smelling nice. That’s it. Last summer I noticed that Notino offeres a discovery box which includes 5 perfume samples of your choice for dirt cheap, so the madness began. I present to you unhinged reviews of 31 scents I had tested over the last 6 months. Some are full size purchases, some are samples, and some are bigger decants. I apologize for any mistakes since English isn’t even my 2nd language, and I’m kinda deranged from the sleep deprivation.
Scents I loved - Burberry Goddess: 3 different vanillas and a lavender should smell like a dusty hooker but it’s surprisingly soft, a bit citrusy and luxurious. Got a 2ml sample, purchased a 10ml bottle for now
- By Killian Back to Black: smells like a jar of honey that was left next to the fire for some time. So many notes I have no idea what to make out of them, but I love it.
- Byredo De Los Santos: traditional eastern medicine your very rich Asian auntie uses. A little bit bitter, herbal, but soft at the same time. Would purchase a full bottle if I manage to sell a kidney.
- Diptyque L’eau Papier: I imagine this is what it feels like to be loved by your father. Purchased a 100ml bottle to experience this at least once.
- Diptyque Do Son: Green Tea by Elizabeth Arden but for adults with too much money to spend. I don’t have too much money to spend but would love to get a big bottle.
- Diptyque Philosykos: I see myself in Crimea circa 2006, eating fresh ripe fruits bought from the crimean tatars on a bazaar in Yalta. No thoughts, head empty, enjoying my summer holidays. Would love to get multiple bottles and fucking drown myself in this masterpiece.
- Escentric Molecules Molecule 01 + Black Tea: the only realistic black tea scent I’ve encountered so far. Smells exactly like a cup of strong tea my father brews each morning. Got a bigger decant for now.
- Floraiku AO: Fig and tangerine but make it mysterious. Art hoe type of scent. Would love to get a bottle both for the scent AND the incredible bottle.
- Memo Marfa: it manages to be unique and oddly familiar at the same time. So soft and velvety for a white floral. I smell no vanilla but it does not let this perfume become another generic «clean girl»
- Narciso Rodriguez For Her Musc Noir: smells a little bit like damp socks right after the initial spray but quickly settles into a luxurious velvety musk. No need to wear sexy lingerie with this one since I’m already hot.
- Van Cleef & Arpels Santal Blanc: Santal 33 for those who doesn’t like pickle juice. The fig note in this perfume makes it lighther and brighter while still maintaining its woody nature. Sold my feet pics online and purchased a full bottle.
- Zadig&Voltaire This is Her: I am a basic lactose intolerant bitch who wants to smell vaguely lactonic without throwing up. Fight me.
- Jo Malone Nectarine Blossom&Honey: fancy soap for rich people. Fruity and bright, beautiful for warm/hot weather, last about 8 hours on my skin. Did I purchase the full bottle? Yes, I might have. Did my husband threaten divorce after I made us broke? Yes, he might have. Scents I enjoyed but will not purchase a full bottle
Scents I enjoyed but will not purchase a full bottle - Byredo Sundazed: Smells exactly like Satsuma body spray from The Body Shop. Moreover, the last time I ate tangerines/mandarines my father almost disowned me (unrelated incidents but still). Not worth purchasing a big bottle because Satsuma is way cheaper.
- Calvin Klein Euphoria: both my mom and my sister had this one. I am on a journey of not becoming them so I’ll leave this scent in 2005 where it was a shining star. Still as nice of a fragrance as I remember tho.
- Chanel Sycomore EDP: listen, I feel very luxurious when I wear it but on my skin, it’s indistinguishable from Encre Noire. Please don’t report me over this.
- ELDO The Ghost in the Shell: a robotic baby created by an AI. Starts off with a bit of gasoline mixed with baby powder but settles down into, well, just baby powder. I already own baby powder so I won’t buy the bottle of this anti-chub-rub-powder perfume even though it’s nice and clean.
- Ex Nihilo Lust in Paradise: mid range yacht’s girl teenage instagram follower who wants to be just like her when she graduates middle school.
- Givenchy Irresistible EDT: a sickly sweet compote my Ukrainian mother forced me to drink every summer because it’s so much healther than that artificial sugary juice I want; simple and straightforward but a VS body spray does the job for a fraction of the price
- Guerlain Aqua Allegoria Mandarine Basilic: no basilic, only mandarine and a little bit of disappointment. I mean, it’s nice but again, I own a mandarine/tangerine/whatever you call them in the EU/US body spray.
- Miller et Bertaux New Study (Postcard): freshly cut grass under the lemon tree. Absolutely beautiful but has the lasting power of a high school freshmen relationship.
- Nishane Hundred Silent ways: Burberry Goddess but for niche snobs
- Nishane Wulong Cha: I am terribly sorry but to my peasant nose, it’s Green Tea and Do Son all over again.
Minis and decants I hated/gave away: - Ex Nihilo Fleur Narcotique: mid range yacht girl. I am not a nepo baby or an instagram model so yachting isn’t really my thing. Due to its potency should be regulated by Geneva convention. At first, I kinda wanted to buy a 10ml travel bottle but a few days ago one spray made me GAG. Too much.
- Trussardi Passeggiata In Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II: At first. I spent more time writing the name of this perfume than actually smelling it. However, I sprayed it a bit later and it turned into a sour-ish off-brand Nuttella. You know, the artificial cheap hazelnut and chocolate scent. For some reason, this perfume’s potency went off the charts as soon as it became disgusting.
- ZARKOPERFUME Sending Love: I was expecting a gourmand perfume, something like a caramel candy with a citrusy filling. What did I get, you may ask? A violated public restroom sprayed with a sickly sweet air freshner to cover the consequences of a particularly nasty IBS flareup.
- Essential Perfumes Fig Infusion: I am a sucker for fig scent so this looked promising. I get a fig for 000,1 seconds which turns into what my late grandfather’s root cellar smelled like. An illegal construction behind his apartment complex, filled with potatoes, mold, and soviet era KGB secrets
- Nasomatto Fantomas: fuck you, Nasomatto, with your disgusting sample packaging. Rotten melon with a splash of gasoline leaked EVERYWHERE. It was an actual chemical warfare emergency made even more authenic by the sound of an air raid alert blasting while I tried to clean up the mess.
- 27 87 Hamaca: my dad’s leather jacket he wore in the 70s rubbed with the cheapest vaniline.
- MiN New York Barrel: smells just like a burnt down apartment. Barely managed to get this smell out of my stuff so I don’t really need a perfume like this.
- Xerjoff Erba Pura: being hit with a ballistic missile was more pleasant than wearing Erba Pura. Rotten Садочок juice with once again gasoline. Should be banned.
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2024.04.10 15:22 ProfBumblefingers d100 What are the guards doing?
You're a guard. What's your biggest problem? Boredom. Standing around all day, maybe walking your rounds. Trying to stay awake. Trying to pay attention. Day in, and day out. (yawn)
1 Sharpening a weapon
2 Playing poker with another guard
3 Ahem, smooching a commoner
4 Guarding a prisoner (checking them into the area, checking them out of the area)
5 Singing a tavern song
6 Laughing loudly at each other's jokes
7 Yelling at / arguing with another guard about (d6): 1 whose turn it is to do guard duty, 2 who ate the last serving of rations, 3 who the server winked at in the tavern last night, 4 who was supposed to bring the weapons (they have no weapons), 5 who was supposed to bring the toilet paper, 6 why one of them always has to "start something" [a fight] at the festival/tournament/etc.
8 Trying to light a new torch (their previous torch just burned out)
9 Cringing as their boss yells at them for falling asleep on duty
10 Changing of the guard (one guard checking in, one checking out)
11 Coughing loudly with pneumonia or tuberculosis
12 Playing solitaire (cards) alone
13 Walking toward the PCs as they return from walking their rounds (10*d12 feet away)
14 Practicing a small instrument (lute, pipes, snare drum, etc.) (member of the guard band)
15 Yawning, over and over (2 in 6 chance to fall asleep each minute)
16 Blowing the seeds off a daisy and making a wish / looking for a 4-leaf clover in the weeds / picking petals off a flower and saying "she loves me, she loves me not, . . . "
17 Taking a nap and snoring loudly
18 Walking away from the PCs as they walk their rounds (return in d10 rounds)
19 Tying their shoes / Putting on their boots
20 Talking to another guard about (d6): 1 who has the best lover, 2 which type of pet is best, 3 whose weapon is best, 4 whose horse is best, 5 whether it's better to have higher Strength or Dexterity, 6 why wizards are such nerds
21 Pants down (Peeing / Pooping)
22 Shivering while wrapped in their thin guard's cape (if cold outside, or raining) / Sweltering under their thin guard's cape, rigged as a little "head-gear" umbrella to shade them from the sun (if hot outside) [either way, they're miserable, and potentially susceptible to persuasion that gets them out of the elements]
23 Throwing up (recovering from a hangover)
24 Delusional from a high fever
25 Just flipping a coin, over and over
26 Strung out on drugs
27 Drunk, slurring words and reeling
28 Playing beer pong (with a walnut) with another guard
29 Trying to look cool, wearing sunglasses, smoking tobacco / weed / etc.
30 Talking to a commoner about (d6): 1 the weather, 2 the harvest, 3 which tavern to meet at after work, 4 why the guard wasn't in church this week, 5 a creature stealing the livestock, 6 why don't the guards do something about the gangs/bandits in the area
31 Practicing with their weapon (slashing the air with a sword, target practice with a bow, etc.)
32 Rummaging through their backpack, beltpouch, etc., looking for something
33 Eating a snack (crunchy apple, hard boiled egg, cheese and crackers, jerky and a biscuit, etc.)
34 Drinking (water) from a waterskin [followed by loud belch]
35 Sneaking a nip (of alcohol) from a pocket flask
36 Shining their shoes/boots/belt buckle/medals/insignia
37 Playing dice with another guard
38 Sneezing loudly in a hanky due to having an annoying cold
39 Writing a crude joke on their cast (they have a broken arm/leg)
40 Waiting as a medic changes the bandages on their head (injured earlier)
41 Whistling a tune
42 Whittling a little wooden toy soldier with a knife
43 Throwing contest with another guard (trying to hit a tree, etc., with a pebble)
44 Chomping on chewing tobacco and having a spitting contest
45 Beating up a prisoner
46 Chasing some other person/group who are trying to run past the guard
47 Playing fetch with a little pet dog (or rat)
48 Practicing their juggling (apples, or daggers, or torches)
49 Refilling a lantern with oil
50 Yelling at / arguing with a commoner about (d6): 1 dating the commoner's teenage kid, 2 being respectful to guards, 3 why the commoner's papers don't look legit, 4 why the commoner was attempting to evade taxes on [some commodity], 5 whether the guard is coming to family dinner night, 6 why the commoner "doesn't have what it takes" to be a member of the guard
51 Playing marbles with another guard
52 Nursing a toothache (bandages around jaw, talking difficult)
53 Looking at themselves vainly in a pocket mirror and brushing their flowing hair
54 Brushing their teeth, using their messkit tin as a washbasin
55 Having a (loud) farting contest with another guard and trying not to laugh
56 Improving their guard post (hammering on wooden guard hut, stacking sandbags, digging foxhole deeper, etc.)
57 Heating up their sad little meal in their messkit tin over a small, sputtering campfire
58 Doing deep knee bends and push ups (exercises)
59 Deep into reading an exciting book about a heroic guard
60 Sewing a button back onto their uniform using a needle and thread
61 Reading fresh orders from a note sent by their boss
62 Putting on a fresh pair of socks (their shoes/boots are off)
63 Writing a boring status report on a note to send to their boss
64 Shaving with a razor, shaving cream, and a little pocket mirror, using their messkit tin as a washbasin
65 Kneeling in prayer, holding their holy symbol
66 Releasing a prisoner
67 Away from their post, checking that the other guard nearby in not away from their post
68 Enjoying a hot beverage (tea, coffee, etc.)
69 Sweeping the floor around their guard post
70 Cleaning their weapon
71 Trying to get ahead, doing their homework while on duty (math, spelling, or something)
72 Taking a bribe for allowing someone to smuggle something past the guard station
73 Twirling a cudgel at the end of a lanyard
74 Lying down, mysteriously already dead
75 Lying down, pretending to be dead
76 Sitting still, leaning against wall/tree, with hat/helmet pulled down over eyes, chest moving up and down (sleeping?. . . or pretending to be sleeping?)
77 Guard is blind or deaf, but PCs don't know
78 Polishing an alarm bell/gong
79 Running away from a monstemob/etc., toward the PCs! (don't yet see PCs)
80 About to rebel against their bosses [dude, they've had enough of this s**t]
81 Preparing to execute/hang a prisoner
82 Writing a letter to a faraway sweetheart
83 Engaged in a fistfight amongst themselves
84 Complaining to each other that they hate working this particular guard post
85 Trying to keep something *in* a location, rather than trying to keep the PCs *out*
86 *Pretending* to be friendly towards the PCs
87 Checking someone's identity papers
88 Checking someone's backpack/cart/wagon for contraband
89 Smoking, and blowing smoke rings
90 Pacing back-and-forth nervously, frequently looking over their shoulder
91 Paying a commoner to sneak them alcohol while on duty
92 Musing on philosophy, while twirling their handlebar mustache
93 Cleaning their monocle
94 Talking excitedly among themselves (or to him/herself, if alone) (about what?)
95 Attempting to hide from something (not the PCs) (but why????)
96 Folding origami animals
97 Attempting, but failing (over and over), to cast a magic spell
98 Looking at the clouds (day) / stars (night) and contemplating the vastness of the universe.
99 Oiling/greasing the hinges of the doogate they are guarding
100 Looking straight at the PC's location (but do they actually see the PCs???)
PLUS, 25 MORE BONUS LIST ITEMS! Items 101-118 from
u/World_of_Ideas:
101 Escorting something/someone: (artifact, chest, merchant, noble, priest, prisoner, suspect, VIP, witness)
102 Practicing parade drills
103 Questioning people about (an accident, a crime, a criminal, a suspect, stolen goods, illegal goods, a monster, a missing person, a mysterious event)
104 Searching the area for (someone, something)
105 Talking with an informant
106 Comparing scars or old injuries
107 Donning their uniform (or armor)
108 Discarding their uniform. Oh, wait, that was someone *impersonating* a guard! (but, why?...)
109 Dragging a (dead, tied up, unconscious) person
110 Guard is bound and gagged (who did this, and why???)
111 Hiding something / Accessing a hidden stash
112 Practicing their speech that they are going to tell someone
113 Repeating the (combination, directions, instructions, pass phrase), that they are trying to remember
114 Shooing away (vagrants, street urchins, animals) from the area
115 Sounding an alarm (bell, gong, horn, whistle, signal fire, flare arrow, etc). (Has nothing to do with the PCs.)
116 Training a guard animal ("fetch!", "stay!", "sit!", "attack!", "release!", etc.)
117 Wearing scary "goth" makeup to look intimidating, so commoners won't bother them with annoying questions
118 Using their position to extort (favors, money) from someone
119 Arguing over what would win in a cage fight: an owlbear or a displacer beast? (
u/I_Am_Lord_Grimm)
120 Reading a library book with title (d6): 1 "Gardening as a Side-Hustle," 2 "Dwarven Home Brewing Secrets," 3 "Dice Games and How to Win Them," 4 "100 Best Barmaid PIckup Lines," 5 "Guards' Lance #5 (book 5 in the 47-book pulp adventure series)," 6 "Magic Tricks for the Beginner." (inspired by:
u/NewLibraryGuy)
121 Incessantly scratching (poison ivy? lice? curse?) (
u/oliviajoon)
122 Making bets with each other (d6): 1. which horse will win the horse race, 2. which fighter will win the wrestling match in The Pit tonight, 3 who can get the barmaid or barman to go on a date, 4 who will be promoted to captain of the guard when the current captain retires next week, 5 who can throw a stone the farthest, 6 who can hit a target dead-center from 50 feet with their [speabow/crossbow/etc.] (
u/oliviajoon)
123 Pulling a pill out of some odd place on their clothing/armor and tossing it quickly into their mouth, looking around guiltily. (
u/oliviajoon)
124 Striking a flint over and over to light small bits of hay on the haybale they are using for a seat. (5% chance of him accidentally lighting the whole bale on fire) (
u/oliviajoon)
125 Sitting on a wooden stool, building a house of cards on another wooden stool (
u/ProfBumblefingers)
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2024.04.05 17:34 Leather_Focus_6535 The 16 inmates executed by the state of Delaware and their crimes (warning, graphic content, please read at your own risk)
Here is my list for Delaware's executions that I made for my personal death penalty project. The surveyed time period is from the 1970s nationwide reinstatement of capital punishment following the 1976 Gregg court decision to Delaware's abolishment in 2016. To be upfront, many of these cases are quite extreme in their brutality, and I don't hide their nature in my write ups. Personal digression is advised. I'll probably do Tennessee's list tomorrow.
The executed 16:
1.Steven Pennell (1987-1992, lethal injection): The murders of 3 to 5 prostitutes and other women have been confirmed or attributed to Pennell's hands. His verified and suspected victims consist of 31 year old Catherine DiMauro, 27 year old Margaret Finner, 26 year old Kathleen Meyer, and 23 year old Shirley Ellis. Every victim was raped, partially strangled, and beaten to death with hammers. Due to his habits of both abducting victims from and disposing of their bodies on the Route 40 highway, Pennell was labeled "The Route 40 Killer" by media coverages.
2.James Red Dog (~1973-1993, lethal injection): Red Dog was first involved in a robbery of a pizza parlor on his native Fort Peck Reservation that killed the owner William Vesseth (age unknown). A few years later, he was granted leave to participate in an unspecified Native American ceremony. Red Dog and another inmate took the opportunity to escape and fled to California. While on the run, he and his companion befriended Stanley Large (age unknown) and John Moses (age unknown) at a bar, and the two allowed them to stay at their apartment. Red Dog stabbed both men to death in their sleep, and abducted a third man, 19 year old Levi Aargon. Aargon was raped by Red Dog's companion, but he managed to escaped. During his second incarceration, Red Dog supplied heroin for the Mexican Mafia to forcibly overdose another inmate Joseph Ortega (age unknown). Red Dog was released, put in the witness protection program, and relocated to Delaware in exchange for testifying against the American Indian Movement and the Mexican Mafia. As a free man, Red Dog broke into the home of his friend, 30 year old Hugh Pennington, in the middle of the night. He tied Pennington up, slit his throat, and abducted his mother, 52 year old Alisa. Red Dog held Alisa captive for 11 hours, and raped her 4 times. She escaped his clutches, and called the police.
3.Kenneth DeShields (1984-1993, lethal injection): While DeShields was robbing a landfill, he shot the attendant, 67 year old Elizabeth Reed, dead with his shotgun. He dragged her body several yards away from the landfill, and left it there for her son to discover.
4.Andre Deputy (1979-1994, lethal injection): Deputy and his accomplice William Flamer went to the home of a couple, 69 year old Alberta and 68 year old Bryad Smith, he was friends with. They asked for some beer money, but the couple refused them. In a fit of rage, the pair stabbed the Smiths to death with a bayonet and a butcher knife.
5.Nelson Shelton (~1982-1995, lethal injection): Shelton, his brother, his cousin, and his girlfriend were partying at a bar with 64 year old Wilson Mannon. They lured Mannon into their car by offering him a ride home, and took him to a remote location. The Shelton brothers and their cousin then killed Mannon by severely beating him and smashing his skull into several pieces with a hammer. Mannon's body was pillaged of his rings and wallet. Hours later, Shelton went alone to the home of an 85 year old woman, made an attempt to rape her, beat and tied up her 60 year old son, and stole their car. Both of the Shelton brothers had a lengthy criminal history, which included several accusations and convictions of rape, theft, assault, forgery, and a DUI. Their cousin also had significant rap sheet, but his were theft, forgery, and burglary crimes that didn't have any violence involved.
6.Billy Bailey (1980-1996, hanging): After robbing a liquor store, Bailey forced his way inside in the farmhouse owned by a couple, 80 year old Gilbert and 73 year old Clara Lambertson. He shot them both dead with his pistol and shotgun, and fled the scene. Bailey also unsuccessfully fired on a police helicopter before he was captured.
7.William Flamer (1979-1996, lethal injection): Flamer was an accomplice to the aforementioned Deputy. He was also executed for taking part in the Smith stabbing murders.
8.James Clark Jr. (~1965-1996, lethal injection): As a child, Clark frequently attacked other children, and he hospitalized some of them. This pattern of behavior escalated as a teenager when he abducted a 3 year old girl, and tried to choke her to death. Clark was released after serving 21 years out of a 30 year prison sentence for that attack. During his incarceration, he was also convicted of assaulting a prison guard. A month after his discharge, Clark shot his adoptive parents, 72 year old James Sr. and 71 year old Elizabeth, dead in their home to collect a life insurance policy.
9.David Lawrie (1992-1999, lethal injection): While under the influence of drugs, Lawrie stabbed his wife, 25 year old Michelle, to death. He then set a fire that killed their two children, 4 year old Fawn, 2 year old Tabithia, and a child that his wife was babysitting, 3 year old Charles Humbertson.
10.Willie Sullivan (1991-1999, lethal injection): Sullivan lured his ex employer, 78 year old Maurice Dodd, into a greenhouse. He then bludgeoned Dodd with an ice scoop, stabbed him 10 times, and dropped a concrete block on his chest. After Dodd was killed, Sullivan stole $300 from his pockets and his home, and drove away with his car.
11.Dwayne Weeks (1992-2000, lethal injection): Weeks and an accomplice he hired broke into the apartment of his estranged wife, 27 year old Gwendolyn, and her boyfriend, 33 year old Craig Williams. The pair shot Williams and Gwendolyn dead in the middle of their 9/11 call, and tried to stage the murders as a robbery. Weeks' marriage with Gwendolyn was fraught with domestic violence against her, which was the cause of their separation.
12.David Dawson (~1968-2001, lethal injection): After he escaped from the Delaware Correctional Center with 3 other inmates, Dawson broke into the home of 45 year old Madeline Kisne. After she was bound, gagged, and stabbed over 12 times, he stole her car. Dawson had a long criminal history dating back to when he was 13 years old, escaped or attempted to escape from prison 5 times prior to Kisne's murder, and was a member of the Aryan Brotherhood.
13.Abdullah Hameen (~1980-2001, lethal injection): In 1980, Hameen robbed a bar and fatally shot an unidentified patron in the process. 11 years later, after he was paroled for the 1980 murder, Hameen shot 22 year old Troy Hodges dead during a drug deal gone bad.
14.Brain Steckel (1994-2005, lethal injection): Steckel tricked 29 year old Sandra Long into letting him inside her apartment by asking to use her phone. He then disconnected the phone and demanded sex from Long. When she refused, Steckel strangled Long unconscious with a pantyhose and a sock, raped her, and lit the curtains on fire. Long succumbed to smoke inhalation and burn wounds. After Long's murder, Steckel anonymously confessed to a local newspaper in a call, identified himself as the "Driftwood Killer", and named another woman as his next target. The police quickly put the woman under their protection and were able to trace the calls to Steckel.
15.Robert Jackson III (1992-2011, lethal injection): Jackson and his accomplice invaded the home of 47 year old Elizabeth Girardi to steal money for marijuana. Although the house was empty when they entered, Girardi came home sooner then the pair anticipated. In the ensuring confrontation, Jackson struck and dismembered Girardi with an axe.
- Shannon Johnson (~2001-2012, lethal injection): Johnson went to his ex girlfriend's (who was also the mother of his child) in an attempt to convince her to rekindle their relationship. When he saw his ex sitting with her boyfriend, 25 year old Cameron Hamlin, in their car, Johnson opened fire on them. Although Hamlin was killed in the shooting, the ex girlfriend escaped unscathed. A month later, Johnson made another unsuccessful attempt when he shot at her while she was trying to grab their son's clothes from the house. He had an extensive criminal record that entailed 33 felony and 145 misdemeanor charges, some of which pertained to raping a pregnant teenager. Johnson was also suspected in shooting his estranged stepfather. On an unrelated note, researching this case was a little confusing, as some sources identified the ex girlfriend as "Lakeisha Truitt", while others mentioned it to be the name of Johnson's sister.
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2024.04.04 17:18 Leather_Focus_6535 The currently 56 offenders executed by Ohio and their crimes (warning, graphic content, please read at your own risk)
Here is my list for Ohio's executions that I made for my personal death penalty project. As a fair warning, many of the listed crimes are extremely depraved by nature, and I don't shy away from any of that in my entries. I'll probably do Delaware tomorrow.
The executed 56:
- Wilford Berry Jr. (1990-1996, lethal injection): Berry and his accomplice shot dead their employer, 52 year old Charles Mitroff, while robbing a bakery they worked at.
- Jay Scott (~1961-2001, lethal injection): Scott robbed a Deli at gunpoint, and fatally shot the owner, 74 year old Vinnie Price. He also took part in the robbery that killed a security guard, 66 year old Alexander Jones. While on death row, Scott had stabbed another inmate, held two guards hostage with two other death row inmates William Zuern and John Byrd, and set his cell on fire. His childhood was troubled, and had theft convictions dating back to when he was 9 years old.
- John Byrd (1983-2002, lethal injection): Byrd and his partner robbed a convenience store, and kidnapped the night clerk, 40 year old Monte Tewksbury. Tewksbury was robbed of his wedding ring, wallet, and watch. The pair stabbed him and left Tewksbury for dead as they ran off with the entire register. While mortally wounded, Tewksbury called his wife. She and a customer tended to him until an ambulance arrived, and he succumbed to his injuries en route to the hospital. As mentioned under Jay Scott's section, Byrd assisted him and another death row inmate, William Zuern, in abducting two guards to force demands from the prison staff.
- Alton Coleman (~1960s-2002, lethal injection): Coleman and his girlfriend went on a nationwide crime spree that involved the abduction murders of at least 8 mostly females and a few males. His verified and speculated victims include 79 year old Eugene Scott, 44 year old Marlene Walters, 30 year old Virginia Temple, 25 year old Donna Williams, 15 year old Tonnie Storey, 9 year old Vernita Wheat, Virginia's 9 year old daughter Rochelle, and 7 year old Tamika Turks. Walters' 45 year old husband and Turks' 9 year old aunt survived the attacks that killed their wife and niece respectively. Most of the killings were done through strangulations and beatings with blunt objects. The murders were very diverse, and they ranged from home invasion robberies, carjackings, abductions through force, and enticements. Before embarking on his killing spree, Coleman had several burglary, theft, and sexual misconduct convictions. Also sentenced to death in the states of Illinois and Indiana.
- Robert Buell (1981-2002, lethal injection): Buell abducted, raped, and strangled at least three girls, 12 year old Tina Harmon, 11 year old Krista Harrison, and 10 year old Deborah Smith to death. All three of them were lured or pulled into his van by force while walking alone on the sidewalk. Only convicted of Harrison's murder and satisfactorily credited with Smith's death in his lifetime, Buell was posthumously linked to Harmon's murder by a DNA test in 2010. In addition to his 3 verified murders, Buell had sexually assaulted at least two women.
- Richard Fox (~1983(?)-2003, lethal injection): Fox lured 18 year old Leslie Keckler with the promise of a job interview for his restaurant. He made an attempt to rape Keckler, but strangled and stabbed her 6 times when she fought back. Fox had several complaints of sexual harassment from his staff, a conviction of assaulting another women in circumstances similar to Keckler's murder, and is suspected in the suspicious "suicide" of his estranged wife Kim.
- David Brewer (1985-2003, lethal injection): Brewer lured Sherry Byrne, the 21 year old wife of a college friend, into a motel room with the promise of selling her stero speakers. He raped Byrne, stabbed her 15 times, and hung her body with a necktie.
- Ernest Martin (1983-2003, lethal injection): While robbing a drug store with his girlfriend, Martin shot and killed the owner, 70 year old Robert Robinson, with a gun he pickpocketed from a security guard a month earlier.
- Lewis Williams Jr. (1983-2004, lethal injection): Williams broke into the home of 76 year old Leoma Chmielewski, shot her dead, and stomped on her body. He than ransacked it for anything of value, but none of the reports on hand to me mentioned any items that were stolen.
- John Roe (1984-2004, lethal injection): Roe abducted 21 year old Donette Crawford in the parking lot of a convenience store, shot her in the back of the head, and drove off with her car and purse.
- William Wickline (~1971-2004, lethal injection): Wickline strangled and dismembered a married couple, 28 year old Christopher and 25 year old Peggy Lerch, in a dispute over a drug debt. He also was confirmed to have strangled and decapitated a rival drug dealer, 34 year old Charles Marsh, in West Virginia, but was unable to be charged for it due to his death sentence in Ohio. Wickline has been suspected in several other murders, and had previous convictions for burglary, drug dealing, and pimping.
- William Zuern Jr. (1984-2004, lethal injection): Zuern shot and killed 24 year old Gregory Earls for testifying against his father that was convicted of drug dealing. As he was awaiting trial for Earls' murder, Zuern stabbed Phillip Pence, a 26 year old corrections officer, to death while he was searching his cell for weapons. While on death row, Zuern assisted the above mentioned Jay Scott and John Byrd in kidnapping two guards to extort concessions from the prison staff.
- Stephen Vrabel (1989-2004, lethal inection): Vrabel fatally shot his 29 year old girlfriend Susan Clemente and their 3 year old daughter Lisa, and stuffed their bodies in a refrigerator for a month. He turned himself and the remains over to the police after confiding his crimes to a priest.
- Scott Mink (2000-2004, lethal injection): Enraged that his parents, 79 year old William and 72 year old Sheila, stole his car keys to prevent him from seeking out drugs, Mink beat, stabbed, and strangled them with a claw hammer, kitchen knives, and an electrical cord. He then stole their credit cards and used them to buy cocaine.
- Adremy Dennis (1994-2004, lethal injection): Dennis and his accomplice robbed 29 year old Kurt Kyle of $15 outside a bar and shot him to death.
- William Smith (1987-2005, lethal injection): Smith and 47 year old Mary Bradford were out dancing at a bar together, and decided to spend the night at her home. Although they initially engaged in consensual sex, Smith raped and stabbed Bradford 10 times when he discovered his cocaine missing. He left Bradford to die of her injuries on her bed, and stole 2 televisions and a stereo set from the home.
- Herman Ashworth (1996-2005, lethal injection): Ashworth was drinking at a bar with 40 year old Daniel Baker, and the pair walked out together into alley. After Baker allegedly made sexual advances, Ashworth beat him with a board. Baker was kicked to death in the attack, and over $40 was stolen from his wallet.
- William Williams Jr. (~1976-2005, lethal injection): With the help of his underaged girlfriend, her brother, and two other teenagers, Williams abducted 4 rival drug dealers, 23 year old William Dent, 23 year old Theodore Wynn, 21 year old Alfonda Madison, and 20 year old Eric Howard. The victims were bound, strangled, and shot. After Williams was arrested, he and 3 other men broke out of jail and tried storming the juvenile jail that his accomplices were held at in an attempt to kill them for testifying against him. Although Williams and his accomplices took hostages, they surrendered without issue. Williams also had past convictions of bank robbery, assault, breaking and entering, and cocaine trafficking.
- John Hicks (1985-2005, lethal injection): In search of money for cocaine, Hicks robbed his mother in law, 56 year old Maxine Armstrong, of $300 and her credit cards, and strangled her to death with his bare hands and clotheslines. To eliminate any witnesses, he smothered his stepdaughter, 5 year old Brandy Green, with a pillow, duct tape, and his hands, and dismembered her body.
- Glenn Benner II (~1985-2006, lethal injection): Over the course of several months in late 1985 and mid 1986, Benner kidnapped two women, 26 year old Cynthia Sedgwick and 21 year old Trina Bowser, that he was acquainted with. Sedgwick and Bowser were both raped and strangled to death with their own clothes. Benner was also responsible for the non fatal abductions and sexual assaults of at least 3 other women. Two were attacked while jogging and biking, and the third was victimized in her own home.
- Joseph Clark (~1960-2006, lethal injection): Clark shot dead two clerks, 23 year old David Manning and 21 year old Donald Harris, in the robberies of a convenience store and a gas station. His execution was controversial, as it took the executioners 90 minutes to find his veins. Clark also had an extensive criminal record that dated back to when he was 14 years old, and his previous arrests include burglary, theft, autotheft, and assisting a sexual assault.
- Rocky Barton (~1991-2006, lethal injection): Barton shot and killed his fourth wife, 44 year old Kimbirli, in front of his daughter and uncle during an argument and turned the gun on himself. He survived with facial disfigurements. Barton had a long history of extreme domestic abuse. In one incident, Barton beat one of his previous wives with the butt of his shotgun, stabbed her, and cut her throat. The former wife survived and Barton served 8 years of incarceration for attempted murder for the attack.
- Darrell Ferguson (2001-2006, lethal injection): Ferguson stabbed his step-uncle, 61 year old Thomas King, to death and stole two television sets and a radio that were sold to buy cocaine. The next day, Ferguson broke into the home of a couple, 69 year old Mae and 68 year old Arile Fugate, that were his former neighbors, and stabbed and stomped on them to death.
- Jeffrey Lundgren (1989-2006, lethal injection): Lundgren controlled a splinter group of what is now the Community of Christ church. He orchestrated the abductions of the Avery family (consisting of parents, 49 year old Denis and 46 year old Cheryl, and 3 children, 15 year old Trina, 13 year old Rebecca, and 7 year old Karen), his followers that fell out of Lundgren's favor to due to disputes over finances. The Averys were all lured into a barn, tied up, gagged, and shot in the head as part of a ritualistic sacrifice. Lundgren and his followers also made plans to seize the Kirtland temple from their parent church, but backed out after they embezzled $40,000 for the scheme.
- James Filiaggi (1993-2007, lethal injection): Filiaggi and his ex wife, 27 year old Lisa Huff, divorced after only 9 months of marriage. He targeted her and her new fiance in a prolonged harassment campaign, which included threats over the telephone and acts of vandalism. The harassment escalated when he assaulted Huff's fiance while he was visiting their daughters. Two days later, Filiaggi chased down Huff from her home to a neighbor's house and shot her dead. He also made an attempt on her stepfather's life as well, but he was fended off with pepper spray.
- Christopher Newton (2001-2007, lethal injection): Newton was originally incarcerated for burglarizing his father's home. In prison, Newton strangled and asphyxiated his cellmate, 27 year old Jason Brewer, with a sheet and a cloth gag in a fight over a chess game they were playing. Allegedly, Newton licked Brewer's blood off his hands, a detail that he bragged to investigators about. Brewer was also serving time for burglary when he was murdered. Due to Newton's obesity, the executioners had a difficult time finding the veins to administer the fatal drugs to, and thus his execution took over 2 hours to complete.
- Richard Cooey II (1986-2007, lethal injection): Cooey's teenage friend was throwing concrete off a bridge, and one piece struck a car that two college students, 21 year old Wendy Offredo and 20 year old Dawn McCreery, were riding in. Cooey, the teenage friend, and another friend drove by Offredo and McCreery's wrecked car, and enticed the two women into their vehicle with the promise of helping them. Cooey held the pair at knifepoint and tied them both up. He and his teenage accomplice raped, stabbed, and beat Offredo and McCreery with a billy club over the course of a 3 hour long assault, while his third friend backed out. The attack ended when Cooey and his accomplice strangled Offredo and McCreery to death with their shoelaces.
- Gregory Bryant-Bey (1992-2008, lethal injection): Bryant-Bey stabbed 48 year old Dale Pinkelman in the chest while robbing his Collectibles store, and murdered 61 year old Peter Mihas while robbing his restaurant in a similar fashion. He stripped both Pinkelman and Mihas of their pants and socks, and stole Pinkelman's car.
- Daniel Wilson (1991-2008, lethal injection): Wilson abducted a friend, 24 year old Carol Lutz, while they were drinking at a bar together. According to prosecutors, the kidnapping was motivated by Wilson's anger at Lutz rejecting his advances. He locked her in the trunk of his car, and set it on fire with Lutz trapped inside it.
- John Fautenberry (1984-2009, lethal injection): Across the states of Alaska, New Jersey, Ohio, and possibly Oregon, Fautenberry murdered 4 men, 47 year old Don Nuttley, 45 year old Joseph Daron, Jr., 39 year old Jeff Diffee, and 27 year old Gary Farmer, and one woman, 32 year old Christine Guthrie. The victims were all individuals that Fautenberry picked up as he was working as a truck driver. Most of his killings were done through shootings, but one victim was stabbed 18 times. Fautenberry then robbed their bodies, usually taking money, but his theft of an ATM card proved to be his downfall when he used it after a victim was reported missing.
- Marvallous Keene (1992-2009, lethal injection): In a 3 day crime spree, Keene and his accomplices murdered 6 people between the ages of 16 to 38. Half of the victims, 38 year old Sarah Abraham, 34 year old Joseph Wilkerson, and 18 year old Danita Gullette, were shot dead in robberies. The remaining half, 19 year old Richmond Maddox, 18 year old Marvin Washington, and 16 year old Wendy Cottrill were shot and killed by Keene's gang out of fear of them being police informants.
- Jason Getsy (~1992-2009, lethal injection): Gesty and 2 other men were hired by a landscaping contractor to kill a business rival. They tracked down the rival in his home, and shot him and his mother, 66 year old Ann Serafino. Serafino died on the scene, while her son survived his injuries. Getsy also had a negligent homicide conviction when a 14 year old friend was killed playing Russian Roulette with him.
- Kenneth Biros (1991-2009, lethal injection): While partying at a bar with her uncle, 22 year old Tami Engstrom became heavily intoxicated, and Biros offered to give her a ride to help sober up. He took advantage of an inebriated Engstrom, and beat and strangled her to death. Biros then sexually mutilated and dismembered her body. Pieces of it were scattered all across Northeastern Ohio and Northwestern Pennsylvania.
- Vernon Smith (1993-2010, lethal injection): Smith and his accomplices held up a convenience store and forced the owner Sohail Darwish, a 28 year old Palestinian immigrant, to open the register. Despite Darwish complying with his demands, Smith shot him dead. He and his accomplices stole $400 in cash and $50 in food stamps.
- Mark Brown (1994-2010, lethal injection): Brown and a partner walked into a store owned by a family of Arab immigrants to buy cigarettes. They shot the two shopkeepers present, 32 year old Hayder Al Tuyrk and 30 year old Isam Salman, dead.
- Lawrence Reynolds (1994-2010, lethal injection): Reynolds broke into the home of 67 year old Loretta Foster while he was drunk. He tied her up, beat her with a tent pole, and made an attempt to rape her. Foster was then strangled to death with rope, and Reynolds stole $40 and a blank check from her home. Foster had previously babysat some of Reynolds' younger siblings.
- Darryl Durr (~1988-2010, lethal injection): Durr kidnapped 16 year old Angel Vincent from her home while her parents were away. Vincent was tied up, raped and strangled to death with a dog chain. Durr was a serial sex offender, and had two other rape convictions that enabled the investigators to link him to Vincent's murder.
- Michael Beuke (~1983-2010, lethal injection): Beuke abducted and robbed 3 men that picked him hitchhiking. He shot all 3 of his victims, but only 27 year old Robert Craig was immediately killed. Another victim, 28 year old Gregory Wahoff, was crippled for life, and died in 2006 from complications relating to his injuries. Allegedly, Beuke committed the robberies to pay for a lawyer for a then upcoming trial against drug trafficking charges.
- William Garner (1992-2010, lethal injection): Garner was robbing the home of a woman who undergoing treatment at the emergency room. Her children, 13 year old Rodriczus Mack, 12 year old Denitra Satterwhite, 10 year old Deondra Freeman, and 8 year old Mykkila Mason, her niece, 11 year old Markeca Mason, and Rodriczus' friend, 11 year old Richard Gaines, were all sleeping in their beds. To eliminate witnesses, Garner used the electronic outlets to set the house on fire. Almost all the children, save for Rodriczus, were burned to death.
- Roderick Davie (1991-2010, lethal injection): Davie stormed a veterinary company that he was fired from months earlier. He fired on 3 of this coworkers, and killed one, 38 year old John Coleman, and wounded another. When he ran out of bullets, he grabbed a folding chair, and used it to beat another coworker, 21 year old Tracey Jefferys, to death. The wounded third coworker was beaten and poked in the eye with a stick, but was spared when Davie fled the scene.
- Michael Benge (1993-2010, lethal injection): Benge beat his girlfriend, 38 year old Judith Gabbard, to death with a tire iron while they were arguing. In an attempt to deflect attention from himself, he gave her ATM card to some random men, and told investigators that she was robbed and killed by them.
- Frank Spisak Jr. (1982-2011, lethal injection): An aspiring Neo Nazi, Spisak shot 3 black men and boys and a white man he mistook for being Jewish, in his personal campaign to cleanse minorities. 3 of the victims, 57 year old Horace Rickerson, 50 year old Timothy Sheehan, and 17 year Brian Warford were killed, and the 4th victim, 55 year old John Hardaway survived his injuries. Spisak also fired on a woman for making derisive comments about the Nazi party, but she escaped unharmed.
- Johnnie Baston (1982-2011, lethal injection): During an armed robbery of a sporting goads store, Baston shot the owner Chong-Hoon Mah, a 53 year old South Korean immigrant, dead and emptied the cash register.
- Clarence Carter (~1983-2011, lethal injection): Carter shot and killed Michael Hadnot (age unknown), a drug user that stole drugs and incriminating documents, on the behest of his drug gang. While awaiting trial for Hadnot's murder, Carter got into a fight with another inmate, 33 year old Johnny Allen, and beat and stomped on him to death. Carter had a violent criminal history, which included several assault charges.
- Daniel Bedford (1984-2011, lethal injection): Furious at her rejections of rekindling their former relationship, Bedford fatally shot his ex girlfriend, 25 year old Gwen Toepfert, and her boyfriend, 27 year old John Smith, in their apartment.
- Reginald Brooks Sr. (1982-2011, lethal injection): To get back at his estranged wife for filing for divorce, Brooks shot their 3 sons, 17 year old Reginald Jr., 15 year old Vaughn, and 11 year old Niarchos as they were sleeping in their beds. Family accounts mentioned that Brooks was often violent with his sons and ex wife. In one reported incident just two weeks before the murders, Brooks got into an altercation with two of his sons over homework, and he threatened their lives after they subdued him.
- Mark Wiles (~1983-2011, lethal injection): Wiles worked as a part time farm hand for couple Charles and Carol Klimas. He was fired after they suspected him of stealing $200. A year after he was let go, Wiles broke into their farm to rob it, and found himself confronted by Mark, the Kilmas' 15 year old son. He stabbed the boy 24 times, stole $240 from the home, and left the body for his parents to find. Wiles served a 4 to 24 year sentence for an unrelated burglary after he was fired by the Kilmas, but was released shortly before he murdered Mark.
- Donald Palmer (1989-2012, lethal injection): Palmer had set his sights on robbing 43 year old Charles Sponhaltz, a former boyfriend of his ex wife. As he and his accomplice were staking out Sponhaltz's house, his accomplice ran into Sponhaltz's car as he was pulling in. The three got into an argument and shot him dead. Palmer also fatally shot a random driver, 41 year old Steven Vargo, when he pulled over to see what the commotion was all about.
- Brett Hartman (1997-2012, lethal injection): Hartman had a sexual relationship with 46 year old Winda Snipes. When she refused intercourse at her apartment, he bound Snipes to her own bed, stabbed her 138 times with a butcher knife, and cut her hands off.
- Frederick Treesh (1994-2013, lethal injection): Treesh and his accomplices carried out a heist on an Ohio adult bookstore. As they were binding the customers and employees, the security guard, 58 year old Henry Dupree resisted and was shot dead by them. A second victim, the cashier, was also hit by gunfire, but he managed to live through his wounds. Days earlier, they held up a Michigan video store owned by 39 year old Ghassan Danno and his brother, a pair of Iraqi immigrants. The group shot both of the brothers during the robbery. Danno was killed and his brother survived his injuries. Treesh's crime spree also included several bank robberies and sexual assaults.
- Steven Smith (1998-2013, lethal injection): In his apartment, Smith raped Autumn Carter, his girlfriend's 6 month old daughter, and suffocated her with a pillow.
- Harry Mitts Jr. (1994-2013, lethal injection): Mitts was enraged that his black neighbor, 28 year old John Bryant, was seeing a white woman, and shot him to death in front of his girlfriend when they returned home from grocery shopping. He also shot and killed a police officer, 40 year old Dennis Glivar, that responded to the scene. Glivar's colleagues wounded and subdued Mitts in the following shootout.
- Dennis McGuire (1989-2014, lethal injection): McGuire kidnapped a pregnant woman, 22 year old Joy Stewart, as she was walking to visit the home of a friend's mother, and sodomized her. He strangled and cut Stewart's throat, and dumped her body in the woods where it was found by hikers. His execution was controversial, as witnesses recounted him gasping for air and that his death lasted for 25 minutes rather than the planned 8 minutes. McGuire had other convictions unrelated to Stewart's murder, but the details were kept vague in my sources.
- Ronald Phillips (1993-2017, lethal injection): Philips molested and physically assaulted Sheila Evans, his girlfriend's 3 year old daughter, on numerous occasions. The girl's mother assisted him in the abuse and even pinned her down to be raped in a few of the incidents. Evans was killed when her head was slammed against a wall.
- Gary Otte (1992-2017, lethal injection): In the span of a day, Otte broke into the apartments of 61 year old Robert Wasikowsk and 45 year old Sharon Kostura, and shot them dead. He stole a combined total of $470 dollars, Kostura's car keys, and her checkbook.
- Robert Van Hook (~1975-2018, lethal injection): Van Hook went to a bar popular among Cincinnati's gay residents, and seduced 25 year old David Self. He convinced Self to take him back to his apartment on the pretenses of hooking up. When they were inside, Van Hook strangled Self, sliced open his body with a kitchen knife, stuffed the weapon and a cigarette butt inside it, and took off with Self's jewelry. Van Hook had been robbing and assaulting homosexual men since he was 15, which undermined his gay panic defense for Self's murder.
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2024.04.02 17:21 johnnysuhswig tonsil stones, but scared of gagging?
hey, hoping someone on here has experience with this. so i noticed i felt like i had a sore throat coming on yesterday and woke up this morning the same. i looked in the mirror and saw some white socks on my tonsil, and im pretty sure they are tonsil stones. i know that you need to poke at this with a q-tip to get them out but in so scared of throwing up or gagging a bunch it doing so. any suggestions? unfortunately i dont have a water pick or anything handy like that :/
unfortunately, on top of all of this, the anxiety is making me feel nauseas, so not having a great making so far :(
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2024.04.02 02:47 RenlyNC My first colonoscopy post 482638474
Thought I’d contribute. Middle aged female, first time. I had the big jug solution for prep. Drank half at 5pm and planned the rest in the am. I was very worried since I didn’t have to go to the bathroom until 730 am the day of the procedure. I worried it wouldn’t work. Well.. knock knock. Drank most of the rest of the solution several hours before I had to go in. Some while on the toilet. It wasn’t the blowout like I heard from some. Yes my booty was a bit sore but not horrible. Yes, it wasn’t pleasant -the prep. Solution was thicker than water and tasted like old snot and flat old ass seven up. Did I gag? A little but I didn’t want to do it again so I gulped it down. Next time I won’t feel the need to get it all down in 10 minutes like suggested and take my time to 15-20 per glass. They ask you to undress except socks, gave me an IV. Nurses were super nice, took good care. I was nervous. I asked how long would it take to knock me out? He said 6 seconds, I said well I’m gonna make it to 7. I remember him saying 6 me saying oh shit and then falling asleep. I remember NOTHING. Woke up like wtf… very groggy , tired, wobbly, they kicked me out kinda quick. I didn’t feel unsafe though. Just prob surprised. Was there about 2.5 hrs , ate right after and haven’t farted once! Didn’t feel coherent or talkative to deal with the public to eat in, so I suggest take out. Apparently I will have to go back in 3 years, so it looks like this will be a common thing for me. The only thing I would do different is not psyche myself out with the liquid. Probably eat a low fiber diet 4 days before instead of 3. Good luck to all.
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