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I LOVED all of the responses I received on this post and promised to update it. I spent a lot of time going through the thousands of recommendations (and accusations), and here is the new list.
Just one disclaimer - I know some of these are old/stolen from other eras or cultures. It is simply a list of what we are hearing and using to annoy/irritate our younger people. Just this morning as I was dropping off my son, I yelled "have a skibidi rizz day!" He was not amused.
SlangLoose Meaning AlphaLeader of the pack Ate and Left No CrumbsSlayed, killed it BakaIdiot Based Being true to oneself BetYes/OK/Cool BussinAwesome CampIronically trendy (think Crocs) CEOPro, or a master of something Clap BackComeback, insult CheugyLame, out of date Coded/CoreOf a brand, or having stereotypical/shared traits DankHigh Quality DeadassDead serious Don't @ MeI said what I said, I made my point Drip/DrippyStyle or expensive attire/accessories E-Boy/E-GirlGamer emo type aesthetic, youth subculture FamBro, Friend Fanum TaxSomeone stealing your food FinnaI'm going to/Eventually FireAwesome/well done fbffrFor real/Be fuckin for real GasAwesome Gang gangLike 'bet' - an agreement Giving sanctuaryProtecting, giving a safe place Glow UpTransformation from bad to good GOATGreatest of all time GuapMoney GucciGood GyattShort for "God Damn" (usually referring to a big butt) HeadassActing stupid High-KeyStraight up, obvious Hit Different Not normal, usually means "better" Hundo/Hunny P100% I'm Weak/DeadYou find something hilarious It's Living Rent FreeYou can't stop thinking about it Low-Key Secretly, on the down-low Main CharacterHas/Wants all the attention MidMediocre, not great Miss Me With ThatLeave me out of it No NotesNothing further to add, flawless NPCSomeone so uninteresting, they don't matter Cap/No CapLie/No Lie On FleekOn point/perfectly done On GodI swear to God On SiteAs soon as you see someone, the fight is on RizzSex appeal (short for Charisma) Roman EmpireSomething you think about too much SaturateTake it all in, think on it awhile Say LessStop talking, I get it.. ShippedTwo people you want to see in a relationship SigmaLone wolf SimpSomeone who does too much for female attention Sip Tea/Spill teaYou want the gossip/You're sharing the gossip SkibidiFiller word/Something sketchy or gross Slap/sDescribing how awesome something is SmolSmall and adorable SkrrtTo get away from/distance yourself StanObsessed, Fanboy/girl SusSuspicious, not-expected or shady Take Several SeatsTake a step back/calm down Take the LTake the loss/loser Take the WTake the win/Winner Touch GrassGet offline, and go outside UwuCuteness overload YeetTo throw something with force ZaddySexy older man (sometimes used as sugar daddy)

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One pill,
two pill,
Everybody wait,
Once it kicks in,
I'll be chill.
Oh, shit,
Too late,
Here comes the hate.
Another dunce set me off,
Time to make this square my date.
Fuck you,
To get through,
I gotta be blunt and true.
You want me to stop being a nihilist prick,
Start doing shit,
That doesn't make me sick.
You want the world
(To be a better place).
Stop being the blood letter
that sprays your enemies down with mace.
I'm the bad guy,
Who never had a better option
Than to die.
'Be what you want to see',
Well,
Ok,
all I want is to see you fucks covered in pee.
So,
Here we go,
Tic tac toe,
Off the deep end we go.
Suzanne,
you are a bad girl,
And all your bullshit makes the boys want to hurl.
Mike,
Mike,
drop the fuckin' mic.
Stop truckin' along,
everyone wants you to to plug your mouth,
like it's a dike.
Both of you can spray rose scented perfume,
Rainbow tinted glasses,
Falling in line to pretend you descented before your doom.
Heaven ain't gonna look too fondly,
On how you switch feet so promptly.
Oh, look, the winds changed,
Now those leading
were the previously deranged.
The booze ain't gonna stop me
Envisioning stepping to the noose,
Hanging myself dead,
Instead of cutting myself loose.
But it will let me fire earned shots at you,
Making sure the liar
Catches each clip that's burned through.
I'm tired.
High and wired.
Ever been so up,
You have been down?
So turned off,
You basically have to stare at her gown?
To try to check if your heart still beats,
Even as these fools get up from their seats.
Tools,
These thoughts are aimed your way,
Fireworks tour,
You'd better pray.
Carly,
Carly,
Always so obsessed with a Harley,
Got yourself a bad man,
His breath always smells like barley.
Don't whine to me about the result.
You are the one kneeling to a stereotypical cult.
And it's reciprocal.
It ain't my fault
you found his leathers so climbable.
Hey,
Franky,
Let's play.
I hate you, frankly.
Took the bait
And went off to school,
Congrats,
Now you are just another educated tool.
Sorry, I meant to say fool.
I went off record,
the way you always despised,
How I made you look silly in front of the other guys.
I mean,
I had to give your little runt a punt,
I always loved the snarky types who hated when someone was blunt.
I think the euphoria may be kicking in,
I wanna get off the hate tour,
And say from now on,
I'll be sticking to sin.
Sex sex sex,
Can't write that shit into poetry,
Or they'll call it a hex
And look at you like you're such a vex.
Whoa,
you never grew from your abuse?
Stow it,
We have no time for a truce.
Your words aren't merry?
Excuse us,
This is about to get hairy.
Noses up,
Each and every one,
Bring the hoses,
We need to sterilize him before he can run.
You hypocrites make me shudder,
Zip your lips,
When you talk out both sides of your mouth,
You stutter.
Either walk the walk,
Or silence yourself before you squawk.
I know
I'm a demon,
But I will also always be a free man.
And that is what is important,
Not you telling me what I can and can't.
Listen,
little Sally,
You should free yourself from these sycophants,
Without dally.
Jimmy,
you are growing so big,
Leave this town before the adults demand that you take a swig.
Their poison runs deep,
Their illusion must always continue to seep.
It's a crazy train,
Lead by vanity and pain.
They'll make anyone who doesn't play along,
The enemy and the bad man.
They chase them off,
So that they can't spread the blashemy again.
Some day,
You may learn to trust the cynic.
They are the ones who came up bust,
Because they saw through the trick.
It is often the angriest person you know,
Who once had the most hope.
The happiest person,
Who winds up swinging from the rope.
That is what happens
When they choose to crush hope,
Numb your mind with the dope.
And scream bloody murder when you call them out,
They say all you know how to do is pout.
But,
What happened is,
The innocent went off the rails,
Saw the fiction in the heaven sent,
And refused to follow their well trodden trails.
Not being beholden to their twisted dreams,
Doesn't mean you are the one with the wretched schemes.
Walk away,
There is no reason to talk, or stay.

As said in the title, I've finally finished going through all the boys in TDL S3! Though I didn't aim for best ending or anything, I just wanted to see how it would go for each one. (I'm not sure if the photos will post, so apologies if this post will be wonky!) I thoroughly enjoyed this experience, so here's a silly happy rant :) (Hope I flaired this correctly! This is just really me rambling, but very happily lol)
WARNING: Very long! Will also contain spoilers!!

• ROUND 1: Chayun (Normal ending)

This was the VERY first Picka game I've ever played, so I went into this blindingly and didn't really aim for anyone or followed any guides. So as fate had willed, I got Chayun! Maybe that's just my personality projecting onto Seul, lol. And maybe that very first meeting influenced my decisions - I wonder, if I had the date with Gonghyun first, would I shoot for him instead?
Chayun is... SO so cute. There's something really mature and cool about him, you know he can take care of you, and you can't help but be charmed. He's not overly affectionate, but also unafraid to show his feelings. He doesn't play any games (unlike SOME people out there...) and is mostly honest.
My favorite thing about him is how much of a simp he is for Seul. This is the guy whose forbidden word was her name because of how much he said it. This is the guy who unknowingly broke another girl's heart because he can't stop mentioning Seul. Ugh. How do I get a Chayun?
I also don't know why and how, but even when I was aiming for the other guys (and following the guides), he STILL keeps choosing Seul. I thought it was just programmed for him to do so, but I've seen posts where he chose Eunchae, so...? Maybe I just never got over my first love and unconsciously made him feel like Seul still likes him. Ha!
Speaking of first loves...

• ROUND 2: Gonghyun (Bad ending)

SIGH. I originally was going for Sanho next (more details later), but in the last round, I went on the snowball date (?) with Gonghyun and felt SO bad for making him feel like I didn't even consider him. Also, my first date this time was with Gonghyun and I was SOOOO impressed with the whole Busan thing. So I went for him.
Unfortunately, I 1) didn't have enough gold for all the gifts and 2) couldn't keep up with the timing, so I spent less time with him I guess? I missed the Wicka date with him as well as the cocktail bar. But I won every game and even went on a last date with him (which I didn't get to do with Chayun), so I thought, maybe I'll get the normal ending!
WRONG! Fellas, don't go for someone whose first love is still in the picture. Or, if you do, make sure you have enough gold to control everything. EME!
Gonghyun is really considerate and nice, he gives off major "gwapo" vibes, and he would have ticked all the boxes for "green flag of the year". But he also gives off the vibe of someone I could never fall for completely, like if someone asked me for boyfriend recommendations I would mention him, but if someone asked me if I had a crush on him I'd say no.
Or maybe I'm still bitter over not being chosen. Oh well! I don't choose what doesn't choose me, so.

• ROUND 3: Sanho (Normal ending)

I have never been more enamored over a fictional character.
When I first encountered him during Chayun's route, my eyes went all O_O and I was like, "OMG, ATEEZ Choi San what are you doing here?!". That's literally the same name except for the "ho"! He's polite and mature and RELIABLE! Brains and brawn! Cute and younger-brother-like!
And while he's reliable, I want to take care of HIM instead of the other way around. He's consistently sweet, and while he seems innocent, there's a certain depth to how he speaks that shows his introspection. He's honest and earnest, and I really loved how formal he was lol he's definitely my pick for most charming TDL3 man.
My favorite part? Ironically, it was when I was on Chayun's route. I got Sanho for the snowball date, and at that time I was unsure over Chayun because he felt really cold to me. Sanho contrasted that perfectly by being so sweet and warm. "Warm as the sun," indeed.
Another favorite moment was when he carried Gonghyun during their ski trip! I wished there was a way for Seul to join their trip, but I guess that's predetermined. Oh, maybe I didn't really want Gonghyun... I wanted to BE Gonghyun....
Sanho's route was so lovely that I lowkey dreaded (/lh) the next and final one...

• ROUND 4: Seowoo (Best ending) (WHO WOULD'VE THOUGHT?!?!?!?)

Sigh. SIGH. The biggest, longest sigh you will ever hear on earth.
At this point, I was getting sick of TDL3, so I decided to try out TDL1. Considering that Jooyul (who I wasn't aiming for in the beginning but eventually liked) and Seowoo were same-age friends with the main character, I thought, "ah this will be more easy-going".
I was wrong. This was the most annoying, most insufferable, and spiciest route. Also I got the bad ending for Jooyul, so I guess easy-going routes just aren't for me.
Seowoo... Like Jeewan said, our cranky boy. He's so in love, but he doesn't want to admit it. Feel free to correct me, but he's always strikes me as someone who loves so deeply that it scares him, that's why he's always pushing Seul away. The weird thing is that the more he does it, the more I keep wanting to choose him? Because I am SURE he likes Seul, he just has to be convinced that Seul will keep choosing him until the end. (Which Sanho also was, but he was more straightforward about it.)
I was slightly enamored with the whole thing about Eunchae. Like, of COURSE they'd have such an agreement. Before this, I was really rooting for the two of them because the pairing was so weird. In local terms, there's the OA (Eunchae) and the nonchalant (Seowoo).
But I am on his route, so he's mine this time, and he WILL get sick of me!!!
My favorite part was, well, everything. At least, all the dates. He's so annoying and endearing that I have to spend a few minutes ranting into the chat after it's been deactivated. Can the creators see the messages I sent? I apologize for all the swear words. Nakakabwiset naman kasi talaga yang si Kim Seowoo parang tanga!! I would be swearing like this throughout and then he sends a heart and BOOM TIKLOP.
I wish his ending had him returning to Seul's house, like what Chayun did in their NORMAL ending. I get that he's shy about the song, but maybe Seul's final decision could have convinced him that Seul is safe enough for him to fall completely for? Well... I guess this is what fanfiction is for. Heh!

• Additional thoughts

It's a shame the paths are all for heterosexual pairings. I would have loved going for all the girls - Jeewan was so cool, Eunchae never failed to make me smile, and Bohwa was such a darling!! Though, do we think she has special connections to the admin of the program? Weirdly timed messages, the girls date at her shop? Or maybe she's just too charming to turn down~
Sanho and Seowoo would be a funny ship, lol. Seowoo being his usual cranky, pakipot self, and Sanho surprising him by being all firm and assertive.
Chayun and Gonghyun... Our knights and nobles... An unlikely pairing, but they're so similar that they might work??
Gonghyun is freaking hilarious. He keeps choosing Seul when I DON'T pick him. Baliw.
I think I was meant to find this game, because the characteristics of my ideal type were found in each of the love interests, so every route was fun. I started with someone who can only look at me, and ended with someone who wrote a song about me - two things that will surely make my heart flutter in real life. I only just realized these things while playing, so I guess it was an eye-opener too!
Now, I will be taking a break from all things TDL until I save up enough gold to open a slot to save Seowoo's ending. I am too lazy to do the extra tasks and too poor to actually buy it. In the meantime, I'm playing Friends Booth and thinking of which boy to target next in TDL1. I want to try for Euntae, but I am so sad about Jooyul's outcome that I want to redo his route, and this time with the guide (I tried following my instinct, as with Chayun). Sigh! Maybe I'll just go with Doha for the funsies.

As far back as I can remember, I had always been passionate about the great outdoors. My love for the wilderness began when I joined the scouts, exploring the diverse landscapes of Southern California, Nevada, Arizona, and Utah. I was never a huge fan of the dry, barren landscapes, but camping provided a much-needed escape from the monotony of Orange County suburbia.
The first time I visited the Pacific Northwest, I was enchanted. The scenery was breathtaking—majestic mountains, lush fields, and meandering rivers. It was clear that anyone who praised the desert's beauty had never laid eyes on the Cascades. Seeing grass and wildflowers growing without irrigation was practically a revelation.
When I was old enough, I moved to Washington state, immersing myself in nature every weekend. My adventures took me hiking through dense forests, camping by serene lakes, and occasionally taking mushrooms under peaceful waterfalls.
I joined several online forums dedicated to outdoor enthusiasts. One community that particularly fascinated me was the Northwest Tomb Raiders. This group of history buffs and thrill-seekers was dedicated to uncovering artifacts, whether Native American relics or treasures hidden in modern ruins. Many members were collectors, fencing their finds to museums and archaeologists, which made it a rather profitable side gig, should you be lucky enough.
In the fall of 2009, an intriguing post appeared on the forum. A user named Lokk claimed to have discovered a cache of artifacts with Scandinavian origins. He couldn't carry everything back due to the treacherous terrain and his age, so he shared the coordinates, hoping someone else could retrieve the items. I scrolled down to see a few posts of people planning to loot it in the Spring, when the paths have reopened. One user, Patagooner, planned on going as early as possible.
Excited by the prospect, I gathered my two friends, Carl and Noah, for the expedition. They weren't as enthusiastic about camping as I was, but after I told them how much a single arrowhead goes for on the black market, they were on board. It was the start of winter now, which had its advantages and disadvantages. On the plus side, the rangers would have a harder time spotting us. On the downside, the harsh conditions posed a serious challenge for two inexperienced hikers.
I must’ve blown about four grand at REI on gear for them, justifying it with the knowledge of how much more I would make with two extra packs. That is of course assuming there really were as many artifacts as Lokk had said, and Patagooner hadn’t beaten me there.
The journey began like any other. We met in the pre-dawn darkness and went over our supplies, ensuring we had everything we needed. By mid-morning, we were on our way, my pickup truck winding up the mountain paths. The roads of Olympic National Park were the epitome of the raw, untamed beauty of the Pacific Northwest.
They snake through ancient forests, where towering Douglas firs and Western hemlocks create a verdant canopy overhead. Mist clings to the trees, giving the landscape an ethereal quality. Occasionally, the forest would open up to reveal breathtaking vistas of snow-capped peaks and deep, shadowy valleys.
As we climbed higher, the landscape grew increasingly desolate. The dense forest thinned out, replaced by rugged terrain and jagged rock formations. The air grew colder, and the first flurries of snow began to fall, dusting the ground in a thin, white layer. The road became narrower and more treacherous, winding precariously along the edge of steep cliffs.
Finally, a road closure blockade signaled the end of our journey in the truck. We unloaded three dirt bikes—one mine, two rentals—and continued up the trail. The bikes roared to life, carrying us several more miles into the wilderness. The trail twisted and turned, cutting through dense underbrush and over fallen logs. The snow began to fall more heavily, blanketing the forest floor and muffling the sound of our engines. The world around us grew quieter, more isolated.
Eventually, the snow became too deep to traverse by bike. We dismounted and prepared to continue on foot. The silence of the forest was profound, broken only by the occasional rustle of branches in the wind. I checked my modern GPS, its screen displaying the coordinates and a relief map of our destination.
The cold air bit into our cheeks as we trudged through the snow-laden forest. The silence was almost oppressive, broken only by the crunch of our footsteps and the occasional call of distant wildlife. The GPS indicated we were close to our destination, but the dense underbrush and uneven terrain made progress slow.
Suddenly, Carl's excited whisper cut through the stillness. "Hey, look at that!"
He pointed to a small, furry creature ambling through the trees. It took a moment to realize what it was—a bear cub, innocently exploring its surroundings.
My heart sank. "Carl, get back," I hissed, my voice low but urgent. "Where there's a cub, there's a..."
Before I could finish, a massive shape exploded from the trees. The mother bear, easily three times the size of the cub, charged at Carl with a ferocity. She was a blur of dark fur and powerful muscles, her roar echoing through the forest.
"Run!" I yelled, but it was too late. The bear was upon Carl, swiping at him with her massive paws. He screamed as he fell to the ground, the bear towering over him. Desperation and adrenaline surged through me. I grabbed the nearest heavy branch and swung it at the bear, hoping to distract her.
Noah joined in, shouting and waving his arms. We had to be careful; one wrong move and she would turn on us. The bear snarled, turning her attention away from Carl for just a moment. It was enough for him to scramble backwards, clutching his bleeding arm.
"We have to get him out of here," I shouted to Noah, who nodded, fear etched on his face. The bear, still enraged, seemed torn between attacking us and protecting her cub.
Using the brief respite, we hauled Carl to his feet. His face was white, and he was clearly in shock. Blood soaked his sleeve, dripping onto the snow. "There's a ranger station about two miles from here," I said, my voice shaking. "We need to get him there. Now."
We half-carried, half-dragged Carl through the forest, every shadow and sound heightening our paranoia.
Finally, after what felt like forever, the small, wooden structure of the ranger station came into view. We had been avoiding the rangers to keep our expedition secret, but now it was our only hope.
Pounding on the door, I prayed for a quick response. The door creaked open, and a weathered face appeared. "What happened?" the ranger demanded, taking in the sight of Carl's bloodied form.
"Bear attack," I gasped. "We need help."
The ranger's expression shifted from suspicion to urgency. "Get him inside. We've got a first aid kit and a radio."
As we eased Carl onto a makeshift bed, the ranger inspected his wounds. "You're lucky," he said after a moment. "The cuts are deep, but they missed any major arteries. He'll need stitches, but we can handle that here. No need for an airlift."
The ranger's face darkened as he turned to me. "What the hell are you boys doing out here?”
I hesitated, "We... we were just exploring."
The ranger's eyes narrowed, his anger palpable. "Exploring? In a restricted area? In the middle of winter? Are you out of your minds?"
He worked quickly and efficiently, cleaning and stitching Carl's wounds. Carl winced but stayed silent, his eyes closed in pain.
"Do you have any idea how dangerous it is out here?" the ranger continued, his voice rising. "The storm, the wildlife... This area is off-limits for a reason! You should have known better." he said, pushing a finger into my chest.
"We'll stay here for the night," he continued, "The storm's getting worse, and it's too dangerous to move him now. We'll reassess in the morning. And count yourself lucky I don't arrest your asses."
Night fell quickly, the storm outside growing more ferocious with each passing minute. The howling wind battered the small ranger station, and the walls creaked under the pressure. We huddled in the main room, the tension thick in the air.
The ranger looked at us sternly. "I need to check the perimeter and make sure everything is secure. There are things out there you don’t want to encounter, especially in this storm."
"Things? What do you mean?" Noah asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
The ranger's expression hardened. "Just stay put. No matter what you see or hear, do not leave this cabin. Understood?"
We nodded, the seriousness in his tone leaving no room for argument. "We'll stay put," I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt.
The ranger grabbed his coat and shotgun. "I'll be back in an hour. Do not leave this cabin." With that, he opened the door and stepped into the raging storm, disappearing into the darkness.
As soon as the door closed, I turned to Noah. "We need to go. Now."
Noah's eyes widened. "Are you crazy? He said to stay put."
"If we wait until morning, we'll be escorted out of here and lose our chance. This might be our only opportunity to find those artifacts."
Noah hesitated with uncertainty "But... what about Carl?"
"He'll be fine here. The ranger can take care of him. We have to do this now."
Reluctantly, Noah nodded. "Alright. Let's take what we can and go."
We quickly looted extra gear from the cabin. I checked the GPS one last time before we slipped out into the storm, the cold wind battering us.
The snow fell heavily, obscuring our vision as we slogged through the forest. The ranger was nowhere in sight as we made our way towards the our destination, each step filled with trepidatious excitement.
The storm began to die down as we approached the coordinates. We stepped into a clearing where the undisturbed snow lay like a pristine white blanket. In the center stood an ancient, weathered stone altar, encircled by intricate wooden carvings, delicate metalwork, and beautifully crafted statues. The sight was breathtaking, a treasure trove, a veritable museum of paganism.
Noah and I exchanged glances, our eyes wide with amazement. "Do you see this?" I whispered, barely able to contain my excitement.
"We're going to be rich," Noah replied, his voice trembling with awe. "These must be worth a fortune!"
We approached cautiously, as if the vision before us might disappear. The craftsmanship was stunning. I reached out to touch a carved wooden idol, marveling at the detail. "This is incredible," I said, my voice barely audible.
We began to load our packs with as many artifacts as we could carry, each one more exquisite than the last. It was beyond our wildest dreams. We were so engrossed in our task that we didn't notice the small figure watching us from the ridge.
It wasn't until I turned to leave that I saw her. A young girl, maybe eight years old, stood there, her blue eyes wide with curiosity. She was dressed in simple, rustic clothing, her blonde straight hair blowing gently in the wind. For a moment, we just stared at each other.
"Noah," I whispered urgently, nudging him. "Look."
He turned, his eyes following my gaze. "What the...?" he muttered, his voice trailing off.
The girl took a tentative step forward, her eyes fixed on the items in our hands. There was no fear in her gaze, only a quiet intensity that made my skin crawl.
"Who are you?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
She tilted her head slightly. "My name is Sigyn."
"What are you doing out here, Sigyn?" Noah asked, his voice shaky.
"I live here,"
"You live here?" I echoed, incredulous. "Is there anyone else around?"
"Yes," she whispered.
"Where?" Noah demanded, looking around nervously.
"Everywhere," she said with a giggle.
The way she said it, so matter-of-factly, bothered me deeply. Noah and I exchanged a look, both of us trying to figure out what to do next.
"We can't take her back to the ranger," Noah started, "We'll lose everything."
I nodded, my mind racing. "Sigyn," I said slowly, "we need to know who else is here. Can you help us?"
She looked at me with her piercing blue eyes, then said, "I'm sorry."
"For what?" Noah asked.
"For what's going to happen to you," she replied, her voice tinged with sadness.
"You need to tell us what's going on," Noah said, grabbing her arm roughly. "Why are you out here alone?"
She looked up at him, unperturbed. "I am not alone," she said softly.
Before we could press her further, a loud, guttural mooing sound echoed through the clearing. We turned towards the direction the girl had come from, and there, emerging from the shadows, was the silhouette of an elk. As it approached, my stomach dropped. Its body was a grotesque amalgamation of life and decay. Its skull was fully exposed, the eye sockets dark and empty. Large patches of its ribs were visible, the flesh around them rotted away.
The elk's movements were slow and deliberate, its head swaying as if in a trance. It walked directly towards us, its hollow eyes fixed on Sigyn. The closer it got, the more the stench of death filled the air—a nauseating mix of decay and earth. I fought the urge to retch.
Sigyn stood up, her expression calm. The monster sniffed her gently, its nostrils flaring. Without a word, she climbed onto its back, mounting it like a horse. It was a surreal and horrifying scene ripped straight from a nightmare.
As she settled onto the elk, she looked back at us, "A thief in the night shall reap what he sows," she said, her voice carrying an otherworldly echo. "Beware the price of stolen dreams."
With that, the beast turned and began to walk away, Sigyn riding it into the shadows of the forest. We stood there, frozen in place. The realization that we were in far over our heads began to sink in. This started to feel like a trap.
We need to get out of here," My voice trembling. "Now."
We turned to leave, our packs heavy with the pilfered goods. But as we took our first steps, the forest around us seemed to come alive. Shadows moved among the trees, and whispers floated on the wind. I quickened my pace, glancing nervously over my shoulder.
"Did you hear that?" Noah asked sharply,
"Just keep moving," I commanded.
A figure emerged from the shadows, blocking our path. It was a man, tall and gaunt, his eyes burning with an intense light. "Where do you think you're going?" he asked, his voice cold and menacing.
"We're leaving," I stammered. "We didn't mean any harm."
The man smirked, and with a swift motion, he raised his hand. More figures appeared, closing in on us from all sides. We were surrounded.
"Run!" I shouted, shoving Noah forward.
We sprinted through the forest, branches whipping at our faces and legs. The figures pursued us, their footsteps silent and relentless.
Noah stumbled and fell, his pack spilling open. Statues scattered across the ground, glinting in the moonlight. "Help!" he cried, scrambling to gather the items.
"Leave them!" I shouted, pulling him to his feet. "We have to keep moving!"
But it was too late, their hands seizing us. I struggled, kicking and thrashing, but their grips were too strong. They forced us to the ground, binding our hands with rough, coarse ropes.
"Please," I begged, "Don't hurt us."
The man who had first appeared stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "A thief in the night," he mocked.
They dragged us through the forest, the trees closing in around us like a cage. We were at their mercy.
In the distance, I could see the elk standing at the edge of the clearing, Sigyn still astride its back. Her eyes met mine, and for a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of pity. But then they turned away, disappearing into the shadows once more.
We were dragged into the heart of the forest, our struggles futile against the unyielding grip of our captors. As we broke through the treeline, a massive bonfire came into view, its flames licking the night sky. Shadows danced around the clearing, cast by the flickering light. A woman stood at the forefront, her presence commanding.
Her eyes were milk white, devoid of pupils, and her long, flowing white hair cascaded down her back. She was completely naked, her skin pale and marked with intricate symbols. Atop her head, she wore an elk skull, its antlers extending like eerie, skeletal fingers. She beat a drum emblazoned with more of the same cryptic symbols, each thud resonating deep within my chest.
Around the fire, about two dozen people stood, all drinking from crude, horned cups. Their faces were solemn, eyes fixed on the woman as she led them in a haunting chant. The atmosphere was thick with a mix of reverence and intoxication.
We were forced to our knees before the woman, who paused her drumming to look down at us. Her gaze was haunting, as if she could see into the very depths of our souls.
"Who are you?" Noah demanded, his voice trembling.
The woman ignored him, raising her arms to the sky. The chanting grew louder, the rhythm of the drum faster and more frenzied. The air around us seemed to vibrate with energy, the flames of the bonfire growing higher and more intense.
I glanced at Noah, fear mirrored in his eyes. The woman began to speak, her voice low and melodic, but filled with power, in a language I couldn't understand. Suddenly, she stopped, lowering her arms. The chanting ceased, and an silence fell over the clearing. She looked directly at me, her white eyes unblinking.
En tjuv i natten skördar vad han sår, akta dig för drömmar som du stjäl och får.
Hans skratt bevakar lundens gömda stig, där skuggor sveper över skogens liv.
För varje stulet andetag och svek, måste en tjuv möta sitt smärtsamma ödelek.
Tricksterns vilja, vår ande här, så i hans nåd, våra liv bär.
I was terrified and confused. She started again, softer, in a way I could understand.
A thief in the night shall reap what he sows, beware the price of stolen dreams.
His laughter guards our hidden groves, where shadows cloak the forest's seams.
For every stolen breath and lie, a thief must meet his painful end.
The tricksters will, our spirits tie, so in his grace, our lives suspend.
The crowd surged forward, grabbing Noah first. He screamed, his terror echoing through the trees as they pulled him towards a makeshift altar beside the bonfire. The woman chanted louder, her voice rising in a hypnotic rhythm as they began their gruesome work.
They stripped him of his shirt and bound his arms to a wooden frame. I tried to move, to help him, but the grip on my shoulders tightened, pinning me to the ground.
The woman approached Noah, holding a knife with a blade that gleamed in the firelight. She started to slice into his back, her movements deliberate and unhurried. Noah's screams pierced the night as she methodically carved the shape of wings into his flesh.
Blood poured from the wounds, soaking the ground beneath him. The crowd's chant grew louder, almost drowning out his cries. I watched in horror as the woman reached into the incisions, breaking the ribs and pulling them outward, creating a parody of wings.
Noah's agony was unbearable to witness. His screams turned to whimpers, his body convulsing in pain. The woman didn't stop until the work was complete, his lungs exposed and hanging grotesquely from his back.
They lifted Noah's broken body and placed him over the fire. The smell of burning flesh filled the air, making me gag. His life ebbed away as the flames consumed him, the once vibrant light in his eyes fading to nothing.
The woman turned to me, her expression devoid of mercy. "You will meet the same fate," she said, "He demands it."
The smell of burning flesh and the sight of his broken body over the fire was seared into my mind. Despair settled over me as I closed my eyes.
A deafening blast shattered the night. My eyes flew open to see the shaman stumbling backward, a gaping wound in her chest. She collapsed to the ground, her white eyes staring lifelessly into the void.
The villagers turned in shock as another shot rang out, this time hitting one of the men holding me. I twisted free from their grasp and saw the park ranger standing at the edge of the clearing, a pump-action shotgun in his hands. He fired again, the sound echoing through the forest, before one of them tackled him to the ground.
"Run!" he shouted, his voice raw and desperate. "Get the hell out of here!"
I didn't need to be told twice. I sprinted into the darkness, the chaos of the clearing fading behind me. Branches whipped at my face, and the snow underfoot made every step a struggle. I could hear the sounds of fighting and gunshots, but I forced myself to keep moving.
The cold air burned in my lungs, but adrenaline pushed me forward. I didn't stop until I reached the station, my legs threatening to give out from under me. I burst through the door and slammed it behind me.
Inside, Carl lay where we had left him, his face pale and twisted in pain. I stumbled to the radio, my hands trembling as I fumbled with the controls.
"Mayday, mayday!" I yelled into the microphone. "This is an emergency! We need help! Please, someone, come quickly!"
Static filled the room, punctuated by my ragged breaths. I repeated the call, my voice growing more frantic with each passing second. Finally, a voice crackled through the speaker. "This is Ranger Station Bravo. What's your location? Over."
I could barely form the words. "Olympic National Park! The ranger station near mount Christie! We're under attack! Please, send help!"
"Copy that. Help is on the way. Stay put and stay safe. Over."
I collapsed to the floor, my body trembling with exhaustion and fear. Carl moaned softly, his eyes fluttering open. "What… What happened? Where's Noah?”
Tears streamed down my face and I found myself choked up. “He’s gone, man. Help is coming.”
The minutes stretched into an eternity as we waited. The wind howled around the station, and every creak and groan of the structure set my nerves on edge. I couldn't shake the feeling that we were being watched, that the forest itself was closing in on us.
The radio crackled again, this time with a different voice. "Helicopter en route, ETA fifteen minutes. Prepare for extraction."
I glanced at Carl, his eyes filled with confusion. "Hang on. We're getting out of here."
As the minutes ticked by, I couldn't help but think about the ranger. He had saved my life, but he hadn't made it back. My mind conjured up images of what might have happened to him, the cultists overwhelming him in the darkness. A sense of guilt gnawed at me, knowing he had sacrificed himself for us.
The sound of rotors cut through the night, growing louder as the helicopter approached. I ran to the window and saw its searchlight piercing the treetops, scanning for the station.
I helped Carl to his feet, supporting his weight as we made our way to the hatch. The helicopter hovered above, lowering a rescue basket. The wind from the rotors whipped the snow into a frenzy, but I didn't care. Salvation was finally here.
We secured Carl in the basket first, and I watched as he was hoisted up, disappearing into the safety of the helicopter. My turn was next. I realized that I was now alone and exposed. Fear coursing through me as I scanned around the edge of the forest, expecting to be grabbed and taken seconds before my rescue. But the moment never came. As I gripped the rope, I took one last look at the forest below. The flames of the bonfire still flickered in the distance.
I was lifted into the air, the ground falling away beneath me. The helicopter's crew pulled me inside, and I collapsed onto the floor still holding onto my pack, my body finally giving in to exhaustion. The doors closed, and the helicopter banked away, leaving the horrors of the park behind.
Weeks had passed since the harrowing events, but the memories clung to me like the bitter cold. I had returned to civilization, seeking solace in the familiar chaos of the city. I found a wealthy collector through a network of contacts. The artifacts fetched a price tenfold the cost of gear. The money was substantial, but as I held the cash, it felt like a hollow victory.
Noah's absence weighed heavily on me. His disappearance was chalked up as a missing persons case, and despite my best efforts to explain what had happened, no one believed me. The authorities conducted a search of the area, but they found no trace of the cult, the artifacts, or the clearing. It was as if the forest had swallowed up all the evidence.
I returned to the site where we had parked the truck. The dirt bikes were gone, stolen by opportunistic thieves, but the truck remained. I drove back in silence, the road winding through the dense forest. For a moment, I thought I saw the girl watching me from atop a ridge until I realized it was just paranoia. I stepped on the gas a little harder.
Back home, I checked the Tomb Raiders forum again. The post that had led us into the forest was gone, deleted without a trace. I messaged the mods, but apparently, they don’t keep records to maintain confidentiality. I wrote about our experience, detailing every terrifying moment, but the responses were skeptical at best. Most dismissed it as a work of fiction or a desperate cry for attention.
Time passed, and I tried to return to a semblance of normalcy. Yet, the wilderness called to me stronger than ever. It was my sanctuary, the only place where I could find peace amidst the turmoil. I spent more and more time outdoors than ever before, but now it always felt like I was just running from something.
Determined to prove what had happened, I returned to the forest with a camera and recording equipment. This time, I documented every step, capturing footage of the trees, the snow, and the eerie silence that hung in the air. I retraced our path, hoping to find the clearing again. But each night, as I reviewed the footage, something strange would happen. The files would be corrupted or entire segments missing.
I pressed on. I found the site where Noah had fallen, the ground still bearing faint traces of what had happened. I set up the camera and began to speak, recounting the events in detail. As I spoke, a cold wind swept through the clearing, and the camera's screen flickered. I finished my account and turned to check the recording, only to find the file corrupted once again, the footage replaced by static and a faint, mocking laughter.
I returned home, defeated and exhausted. My attempts to share what I had experienced were met with disbelief and ridicule. The files I managed to save were corrupted beyond recognition. It was as if the forest itself was conspiring against me.
Almost exactly one year later, as I browsed the forums, a new post caught my eye. It was cryptic, eerily similar to the one that had led us into the nightmare. It spoke of another trove of artifacts, hidden deep within the wilderness, waiting to be claimed.
The post was signed with a new name: Skygge. Different handle, same style. Another trap. They had taken so much from me, left scars that would never heal. I opened my drawer, my fingers brushing over the cold metal of my weapons. This was the moment I had been waiting for. This time, I'll be ready.
The forest’s secrets won't remain hidden forever.

Hi, I don't really use this sub, but I was just recently diagnosed with BPD and starting DBT therapy. Therapy is draining me dry, but I know I just have to start it and figure out the rest later, and I'm thankful I can be on a sliding scale... But anyway, I know therapy is not accessable to most, or maybe DBT itself feels overwhelming. So I wanted to show this resource because I didn't realize how many free DBT books there are on the Internet archive.
My psych recently recommended me DBT Made Simple by Sheri Van Dijk and that I should read it alongside my treatment to get a feel for everything. But then I noticed the entire topic of DBT has a lot more full books with free books you can "loan" with an account or download as pdfs.
Please still see a therapist though, if you have the means at all. This is NOT a replacement to therapy, just a supplement. You do need someone to help monitor how you're doing and giving tailored, unbiased but thoughtful advice into your life, and it does help to talk to a good professional, even if it sucks getting in the door.
I hope this helped anyone, or at least helped save money and time in wanting to read in-depth information about DBT. Sorry if I over explained anything. I hope you have a good day!!

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Okay, something just jogged my memory of a game I haven't thought about in years and it's bothering me that I can't find it.
Around the early 2000s there was a creator who made very wierd, free games for the PC.
I remember they had multiple games but the only one I can remember is this one in the title.
*Free game distributed online through a personal website, wasn't on steam to my knowledge. Was also available on a site that collected free games for download but I cannot remember what that was called or if it still exists.
*The game was very unnerving in an unusual way. It wasn't typical gore or jumpscares but it felt like living in a corrupted/bizarre reality that made you just feel uncomfortable.
*PS1 style low poly graphics, most of the color scheme was black and white although it may have had other smaller notes of colors.
*The plot involved going into another dimension/dreamworld to either save or assassinate the President. I can't remember which but I'm pretty sure the plot revolved around the president of the US.
*Gameplay involved walking around through corridors in first person, cannot remember what enemies look like. Outside the level was a large black void.
*Its possible the player was a prisoner being forced to do this. I also believe the person giving you orders had a television for a head. However I may be remembering bits of the other games they made.
I Realise this isnt alot of info, and the game wasn't exactly a well known AAA title so most people likely never heard of it. But I'd appreciate any info anyone has.
If this isn't something anyone has heard of before I promise this is real and not a fake/hoax/creepy pasta.
I'd be more than happy to answer any questions or clarify anything for anyone.
Thank you!

LM5 is a great album, it is about feminism, friendship, & confidence. I would love to hear your thoughts about rearranging LM5 tracklist, for fun. This is not to disrespect the original tracklist but to also express our creativity in concept making. You could remove or add song/s. And also, you could add a brief thought about each songs. (Next, I will post about Glory Days soon)
Mine here:
1 National Manthem (good intro for an album)
2 Woman Like Me (great lead single)
3 Think About Us (I really like the one with TY dolla sign)
4 Monster in Me (a good ballad, a movie soundtrack-worthy 😭, and a promo single-worthy)
5 Strip (Sharaya J's verse ATE, fun song)
6 Joan of Arc (MV ROBBED I HATE IT. It was a great promo POTENTIAL single)
7 Love A Girl Right (underrated)
8 Woman's World (a powerful song)
9 Wasabi (will never ever get tired of it, Jade gave birth to a masterpiece)
10 Told You So (better to be here than in any other LM albums, good song when LIVE)
11 More Than Words (I also like this one, no one talks about this ALOT)
12 Motivate (sometimes can't believe that they only performed this ONCE)
13 Notice (if 50 shades happened to be around this year, IT WOULD HAVE MADE IT as a movie soundtrack *cries*)
14 American Boy (Jade's verse lives in my mind rent free)
15 Forget You Not (fun song)
16 The Cure (me is emotional at this song, I love this one so much)
17 Senorita (Glory Days is fully booked sooo)
18 Only You (I just can't remove it...)
I don't think The Cure (stripped) is necessary, sorry.

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Hello, I am bored. I'll try to give free coaching feedback to people who want it. I am asc average current imm player. Occasional paid coach. Consistently hit leaderboards on many competitive games in past.Consistent front page premiere. Will shortly be doing this till I'm bored of this.
Restrictions: Diamond and below 1 round vod or timestamp of round with YouTube link (no downloads)
Expectations: If u don't want to get roasted and can't self reflect / open minded don't post.
Questions: Feel free to ask questions, I honestly prefer more of these than vods... I'll try my best to answer though note lots of Qs will need vod reviews unless it's more simple like (how do I entry? What's best agent stat wise? Is it okay if? What should I do if?) Instead of (This happened et cetera.
Extra: If you liked it and want more I could coach u for $10 an hour prepaid. If not then u can post 1 round vid per week or also ask Qs. Though I find it doubtful I'll continue this past a week...
Note: My replies will be very sporadic and inconsistent likely.