Hallo allemaal, even op mijn alt account omdat ik niet graag cijfers deel op mijn normale account.
Dit zal voor veel mensen ongeloofwaardig overkomen, ik heb alleen zelf niks eraan als ik cijfers deel die niet waar zijn. Als mods het willen verifiëren is dit geen probleem!
Ik ben 20 jaar en ben nu een aantal jaar bezig met mijn e-commerce bedrijf. Sinds 2022 is dit hard gegroeid en nu heb ik ongeveer €1.000.000 in mijn holding zitten. Nu heb ik een goede accountant die mij verder helpt, alleen ben ik benieuwd wat jullie mij aanraden. Dit bedrag is excl de vennootschapsbelasting.
Ik zal even delen wat ik privé ontvang en investeer per maand: DGA netto: €3100 Meesman: €900 (eenmalige storting van 15k extra gedaan) Crypto: Soms eenmalige kleine stortingen (op dit moment in m’n wallet: €8.000 Spaar ING: €25k
Verder verdeel ik de rest van mijn inkomen in verschillende potjes: spaar / play.
Mijn bedrijf genereert nog steeds een goede winst per maand, het bedrag zal dus blijven verhogen in de holding. Ik merk wel een daling ten opzichte van vorig jaar, dit is niet erg, de piek is al geweest.
Omdat de huizen prijzen in NL blijven stijgen wil ik snel een huis kopen voor mezelf. Waarschijnlijk is mijn plan om een deel gelijk privé af te betalen en de rest te financieren als hypotheek vanuit mijn BV. Hoe denken jullie hierover? Hebben jullie misschien ervaring hiermee?
Ook wil ik erg graag wat gaan doen met het geld in mijn BV. Ik betaal mezelf ieder jaar DGA salaris uit en dividend (67k). Wat zou slim zijn om zakelijk in te investeren? Vastgoed buitenland? Indexfondsen? En raden jullie mij privé aan meer te investeren?
Ik ben erg benieuwd wat jullie in mijn situatie zouden doen. Ik snap ook dat dit een zeer uitzonderlijke situatie is en ik wil ook zeker niet hiermee ‘pronken’.
Alvast bedankt aan iedereen die de moeite neemt om een reactie te plaatsen en met mij mee te denken 😁

Its a 2009 Its there any supporting mods needed for stage one ?

I have standard 4x4 2009 with 190K miles. Evaluating selling and getting new car or doing some mods and keeping for a few more years.
I wanted to gather some datapoints for the X community so that folks could evaluate how long an X can last with good treatment.
Please post year, model, and mileage? Please also include if still running well or if you are having to complete a lot of repairs.

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.

Erstmal: alt da teile meiner Familie meinen hauptaccount kennen. Ich brauche gerade wirklich nicht noch das sie alles auf so ne Wege herausfinden. Ist dumm, eigentlich könnten sie mir am besten helfen aber ich denke gerade nicht klar.
Ich bin männlich und 26 komme ursprünglich aus Hamburg.
Seit dem lockdown leide ich an was ich denke depression kombiniert mit angststörung ist. Ich denke weil nie diagnostiziert oder einem Arzt erzählt...großer Fehler im Nachhinein. Mein Studium hat drunter gelitten aber es war ein langsamer Verfall. Erst langsam, dann ganz schnell. Auslandsjahr in Schweden 2021 war ein Segen - ich war unter Menschen und hatte viel Kontakt und Freunde.
Dann hab ich bei der Rückkehr nach Deutschland 2022 den Anschluss überhaupt nicht gepackt. Im Sommersemester noch zu Vorlesungen gegangen...dann irgendwann gegen Ende einfach nicht mehr getraut. Komplett einsam in meiner recht dunklen Wohnung verwahrlost. Hab es niemandem erzählt...einfach gelogen und gelogen weil ich angst hatte. Weil es mir peinlich war so verzusagen.
Dann letzten Sommer der Auszug weil ich meinen Bachelor zuhause schreiben sollte...und ich hab meinen Eltern das erste mal erzählt was sache ist. Sie waren total Verständnisvoll. Für ne Weile ging es mir besser und es fühlte sich an als wäre die größte last von mir genommen...aber ich bin wieder abgerutscht denn zuhause hatte ich keine freunde mehr. Den Bachelor konnte ich nicht anfangen, mir fehlen die ECTS und die Energie. Ich hab so getan als würde ich schreiben, wieder aus Angst. Ständig Angst, ich bin es SO leid. Ich kann so nicht leben.
Seit einem Monat denken meine Eltern ich mache in Wien auf einer Burg ein Praktikum. Gelogen...naja halb, es war mein Plan...aber ich hab keine Stelle gekriegt. Also lebe ich seit Mitte April ohne Einkommen in verschiedenen Hotels in Mödling...Gestern ist der Tag gekommen an dem mein Geld ausging. Hab unter ner Brücke gepennt, super gemütlich.
Heute dann seit ich um 7 wach bin gefühlt panikattacke nach Panikattacke. Ich bin gefühlt 5 Minuten vor nem kompletten Nervenzusammenbruch. Ich kann kaum Wasser drin halten, muss vor Panik ständig kotzen aber es kommt nicht mal mehr Galle raus. Ich weiß nicht vor wie vielen Tagen ich das letzte mal gegessen habe. Konnte mir gestern per Kreditkarte wenigstens noch ne powerbank kaufen um Handy zu haben.
Ich bin komplett am Ende. Ich hab nichts mehr. Keine Perspektive, nix. Ich seh nichts anderes mehr als Selbstmord und das macht mir Angst. Ich brauche Hilfe, ich will Hilfe und hasse das ich nicht schon viel früher gefragt habe.
Was mache ich? Gibt's sowas wie ne Bahnhofsmission? Geh ich mich im Krankenhaus einweisen? Ich weiß nicht weiter, wirklich und hab Angst das der Nervenzusammenbruch wirklich kommt und das nächste was meine Eltern von mir hören das ich irgendwo tot gefunden wurde. Klingt richtig kitschig aber was mir gerade irgendwie noch Hoffnung gibt ist das hier ab und zu Enten mit ihren Küken vorbeischwimmen und ich weiß das ich sowas gerne noch viele Jahre sehen will.
Das ganze ist kein bait oder n schrei nach Aufmerksamkeit oder so, ich hoffe das kommt auch rüber. Ratlos, verzweifelt, brauche dringend Hilfe.

• Joshua

Update 17:50: ich ruf morgen meine Eltern an, hoffe nach hause zu kommen und dann die für mich richtige Hilfe zu organisieren. Vielen Dank an euch alle, wirklich. Heute morgen dachte ich mein Leben ist vorbei...jetzt geht's irgendwie weiter.
Update 22:40: Ich komm gar nicht hinterher mit dem ganzen Bedanken. Ich hab jede einzelne Nachricht gelesen und bin komplett baff. Nie damit gerechnet. Ein großzügiger Fremder hat mich tatsächlich für die Nacht in einem Hostel einquartiert. Tag - irgendwie - überstanden. Morgen geht es weiter. Also keine Sorgen machen das jetzt für n paar Stunden nichts mehr von mir kommt. Ich brauch gerade Schlaf und mein Rücken ist dankbar für das Bett nach dem Kies von letzter Nacht.
Update 10:20, nächster Tag: hab tatsächlich mal gut geschlafen. Konnte das Hostel sogar noch eine Nacht verlängern da ich erst morgen aus Wien wegkommen würde. Ich hab unglaublich muskelkater vom ganzen Gepäck rumschleppen und meine Hände und Beine sind zerkratzt wie sonst was...aber das ist wohl das nichtigste gerade. Bin jedem für die anhaltende Unterstützung dankbar.
Heute Abend dann telefoniere ich mit meinen Eltern wenn sie von der Arbeit zurück sind.
Zwischenupdate: ich hab versucht jedem zu antworten, ich danke euch echt allen. Sehe gerade erst das der automod meine Beiträge einsackt wegen dem neuen account...falls da gerade ein Mod sitzt der die manuell freischaltet...Respekt und danke.
Und falls ich irgendwen übersehen habe: ich danke euch nicht weniger!

[OC Intro: The game is modded to increase basic jobs cost, seasonal events are disabled. Much of the crash details are based on NASA/SP-2008-565 Columbia Crew Survival Investigation Report recommendations especially Chapter 3 "Occupant Protection".]
The ship is without power, and Tightniks can't run the radar much without draining the batteries. He has only a few minutes of APU power left, goes over the best clearing he can find, and radars it. It varies by only a few feet from the aerodynamic glideslope there. He spots it out on the cameras and circles to go after that spot. He's only at two hundred feet now. With one hand on the stick, he uses the other to open the pressure equalization valve on the side hatch, then at one hundred feet, gets it undogged. Depending on how much damage he's going to get, it's less likely to be stuck closed and trap him. The dynamic vacuum this pulls in the cockpit rips most of the survival pack data cards from that rack and scatters them across the landscape. Crap, I'm gonna need those! Refocusing on surviving the next few seconds, he turns on the radar for the final approach, takes a last look around, then straight ahead at his forward camera and PFD, he clicks his HANS and shoulder strap locks in; after that, he can barely move, but that now is better than dying in this crash with a broken neck. He's a decent pilot and brings up the flare gently. Bringing up the alpha on this delta-winged ship, he balloons a little, but keeps the nose going up and restores a zero aerodynamic sink rate just above the highest terrain indicated by the radar altimeter. The ship bumps a little in the ground effect, and he can see the radar altitude cycling irregularly up and down about five feet at a time. Rougher than it looked from higher up! The body flap protecting the dead engines hits first, and the nose comes rapidly down. It hits, the screens go blank, and Tightniks is surrounded by airbags, some lifting his feet from the rudder petals and his hand from the control stick. It's blinding, it's disorienting, it's noisy, and, to his relief, it's long! It takes several seconds before the crashing cockpit stops moving. How many times did he flip over? Did he go sideways and roll? Am I rightside up? Are we really stopped on the ground? The airbags deflate, and he can move his arms. He gets his restraints loose and inspects himself. "Uck!" he says out loud (without the 'f'). No broken bones. His pressure suit can take his blood pressure. 116/81, pulse 112, blood oxygen 99 reads off on his left arm, I'll friggin' take it!
The ship is amazingly intact from what he can tell. He can't get any readings. The systems test meter seems to be working, but can't find any voltages anywhere. The ship seems to be completely dead. Behind him, 10 passenger seats are all surrounded by airbags and the back of the cabin ends in some sort of dirt-and-gravel and there's a bit of daylight seeping in around the edges. He was the only one on board, though, so their deployment was mostly academic (they might have stiffened the structure a little during the crash, but that's probably trivial.) Tightniks gets out of his spacesuit. The air on this planet is actually breathable. He gets the hatch open, steps outside and-
"A green shimmer erupts then disappears, and you hit the ground."
The human emerges from the glowing green mist and hits the ground. Groans. Pushes against that ground, trying to get back up. Where am I? What's my name? I remember nothing. Aren't babies born naked? He's got a dark blue button-down shirt on. A uniform? A shoulder patch. Gets up, looks around. I feel really heavy. I'm not that fat, am I? He picks up a small stone from the ground, this also feels heavier than it should. He rises to his feet and holds it out somewhat (he's unable to fully extend his arm) and lets it go. The stone hits the ground near his feet quickly and with remarkable speed. It's the gravity, it's greater than it is on- ...where am I from? This is- ...not my home planet? "Oooh..."
"Ka?" it says.
What is that? It's cute, at least.
It is not tame. He has no hope of catching it on foot. The creature seems to like the berries. Maybe if I gather some of those into one place and set some kind of trap...
33s: First trap.
I got one! The human lumbers up to the trap and gets the catch open. Do you bite? It doesn't matter much to me; I'm so friggin' screwed.
It doesn't. It looks at the human with a sense of wonder, actually. A blink and tilt of the head. Seems almost to be asking, Is it you? My purpose? My savior? Once out of the trap, which is totally wrecked, he has to make a new one from scratch, it follows him around like a imprinted hatchling bird.
Wiry little fella, you are. You're going to need some bulking up to do anything useful. The- ...'trimp', I guess... The trimp seems just barely able to feed itself. The human lets him into the broken ship's intact cabin, and it curls up comfortably in a passenger seat for a nap.
1m03s: Second trap.
"Apparently the Trimps breed if they're not working. Doesn't look pleasant."
What are they doing?
The trimps appear to be androgynous, and these two have paired off in the back of the ship. They're holding something carefully within a few hours, feeding it berries, grass, and- ...corundum.
Corundum?? Whatever that is, it isn't a baby.
1m35s: Third trap.
Only it IS a baby! The third trimp he trapped immediately joined the other two in raising it. They have a strange diet of food the human has found compatible with his own body, but they also eat rocks! They're careful to crush and sort aluminate minerals from silcate ones and only eat aluminate. Actually, they don't eat aluminate, they're only feeding it to the baby.
2m06s: Fourth trap.
All four are raising the same child, who is just starting to toddle. It seems these fellas have alumina or maybe even aluminum bones. The human takes a nap and wakes to find the first child grown up and they're starting to raise a second child, all five of them.
2m46s: Huts.
The human found a working bit of electronics. He calls it a pad, but maybe it's more like a smartphone. It has plans for two residential structures. The first, the smaller one, he can build right away, but the second one needs something called "drywall", and he has to figure out how to make that before he can build it. Huts and houses, apparently.
3m13s: 10 pop, full, first farmer.
The trimp he trained to farm and make paper took an incredible 50 units of food to get bulked up to do the work, and now it's not participating in rearing the child. But less than an hour after the trimp started farming and pulping, the child was out on its own, and the trimps did not start another. The ten seats on the ship were all full. Well, eleven counting the one up front that the human sleeps in. The pilot starts exploring the area.
3m28s: Battle.
Wait, what are you do-
The hostile roars and charges at the human, but one of his trimps jumps in front of him with a stick and they fight. It started right when the human got far enough away from the ship that the hostile non-trimps away from the ship began to regard him as leaving his own territory. After the trimp defeats the first enemy, it continues after other hostiles.
3m53s: Shield I in Z1c5.
The human is easily able to recover the loot in the territory cleared by the fighting trimp. Then he sees something glinting in the- That can't be! What the heck is that? It's a data card that fits his pad. It quite clearly regards trimp combat. He gets it loaded into his pad and studies it. I can do this, it just takes some wood. He returns to the ship to discover that they had already started on a new child before the fighter had even expired in battle. The human concentrates on his research.
4m38s: Mskel in Z1c11 defeated.
The remains of this one seem rather white and shiny. It's titanium! This enemy had titanium bones! He'll store them away. They'll be useful someday, I'm sure.
5m52s: Dagger I in Z1c20.
Where are these data cards coming from? The human wonders as he loads this one into his pad, It's for a weapon it calls a dagger. He blinks. I don't know what a dagger is. I'll take your word for it, data card. Needs metal. He has gathered some, but ore is plentiful. He can just dig and smelt it whenever he wants. For now, I'll continue researching.
6m18s: Arable in Z1c21.
It's an old cave that trimps like to live in. Why weren't they able to live there before? How could these friendly critters be confined to only the exact spot where THAT thing, he looks back where he came from, not remembering that he piloted the wrecked ship to its current resting place, crashed? This is really strange. I'll let them fill up this cave before advancing further. Wait, what about defenses? The hostiles never try to reclaim territory that they've lost, so he stops worrying about that fairly quickly.
8m22s: First hut is 0.3% first ever AP.
The trimps seem fairly easy to please in terms of living quarters. Two move into his first hut and start raising a child. The human has his tent, uniform, and the heater pilfered from his space suit. Not much of a mud fan.
9m59s: Miners in Z1c30.
Oh, what's on this data card? Sl3niw? Oh, I'm holding the pad upside down. Miners. I can teach trimps how to mine ores and smelt met- 200 units of food? Each job is getting more expensive to train a trimp for. He puts his bee nickels to his eyes and spots another data card probably 10 enemies away. "Sc"? Does that means science? I can teach trimps to do science??
13m57s: Scientists in Z1c40.
Due to the expense of training trimps, the human couldn't afford to build them shields until now, he's got Sh1-3 made for the fighter to capture the science training data card. 14m02s: One head went into that turtlimp shell, that of his fighter, but two came out: his fighter still has his head on, and he managed to get the turtlimp's head off. It rushes off after the deadly penguimp in the next cell. The shields are not doing all that much good, actually, but they're better than nothing. The human picks up and loads the science data card and- Holy runny sugar-free fudge crap! 1000 food units, but it'll endow them with the ability to speak. Good. I'm getting bored with no one to talk to.
14m28s: Bloodlust purchased and AutoFight enabled (that delay after getting it is an effect of jacking up the job cost.)
As the human buries this expired little trimp warrior, he comes to the sobering realization that he has more trimp graves in his growing trimp colony than he does live trimps. And yet they seem more hopeful now than before I got to know any of them. They seem to think I'm the solution to all their problems or- Those two look east somberly, then notice that he's watching them and smile back and wave at him. ...one problem that is specific, but very, very huge for them. [The only reason I say 'east' is because that's right on a map, and the game advances right across a row, then up. I might say 'northeast' on occasion for that reason.]
20m47s: Z1c73, Miners taken.
Are you my new mining foreman? The trimp who took to the mining training has dark brown fur that lays flat on its head. It's unusual in not having any bits that stick out from its head, ahoge or whatever. This one is relatively quiet, and while it has assimilated the mining and smelting knowledge, it needs to bulk up to do any mining. Smelting is relatively easy, and getting a strong natural draft going in a furnace is almost trivial with the increased gravity. This trimp builds furnaces like nothing. And likes to nap in holes it digs right on the spot; it's weird that way. [Puchim@s Yukipo, and furnaces are not explicit in Trimps.]
21m58s: Farming in Z1c80.
The resourcing "books" are not data cards but paper scrolls, apparently lost to the trimps. It seems that they were civilized in the recent past and some calamity swept over the planet to reduce them to this. Did I have something to do with it? Amnesia sucks harder than a Dyson- ...what's a Dyson? Whatever, it sucks. This disaster happening just before I crash in the only spot with trimps still alive would be a seriously crazy coincidence! Something is really, really wrong about all this. [The author has not sought or received product placement permission or fee from Dyson Technology Ltd. or any resellers of their stuff, just they literally suck balls and made my favorite vacuum cleaner.]
23m50s: Builder in Z1c90.
They've rescued an, I dunno, gelding trimp? It just started to build a shed around the piled lumber I left to build one. It's really slow compared to me, and just banged its thumb, but it is super cute with that long reddish head fur. That particular trimp is also fascinated with pink ribbons and likes to decorate its head fur with them. Because of its inherent inability to participate in rearing children, it isn't counted in the population. [Puchim@s Io, builder on the basis of Iori seen building in 1x10.]
26m02s: Zone 2, 44 pop, 5.5s RC with Z0/1.
It's some sort of tactical manual - tactical coordination. Coordination! He's starting to sort out some trimpese on the research he has done so far. It needs a lot of metal, so they won't be able to implement it for some time. Hopefully, they're still good one at a time, but these enemies seem to be getting bigger as we go along. Uh oh!
27m33s: Gym in Z2c5.
It's some sort of training dojo or sporting arena. The human examines the ruins, I think I can back-engineer drawings for this, get one built, and see what happens.
29m02s: 1g, 47 pop, 10.8s RC with Z1/2.
The two fighting trimps now with their gym and coordination are dodging and blocking enthusiastically, and making much faster ground against the bad guys then a little while ago when it was just one trimp fighting at a time and unable to avoid the enemy hitting back.
40m46s: Fresh turkimp in Z2c74, 63 pop, 7.9s RC, Sh1-10, Da1-5, Bo1-3, Ma1-3, Hm1-3, 6g.
Oh, wow, the laborers seem really hot after this turkimp. He cooks it up and tries a slice. It's really awesome! I have to work alongside his laboring trimps to share it, but I'm getting used to the gravity now. That scroll we found back in Z2c10 really helped. Trimps' techniques and appliances for handicapped individuals, and I'm really handicapped in this higher gravity. He joins the woodcutters with the turkimp; they're the most numerous resource laborer right now, building more gyms, enough that the block/dodge ability of the fighting trimps is almost caught up to the enemy's ability to cause damage.
43m15s: Zone 3, 63 pop, 7.9s RC with Z1/2.
I'm neglecting my science and trimp scientists are really expensive. Curiously, that grey-haired one can't speak all that well, only says "Tai" and "Shijou", but it can write and draw like nobody's business. It's the only scientist so far. [Puchim@s Takanya: Online references probably still claim that she can utter the first two syllables of any word, but she can actually utter only the first two kana syllables of someone's name, most often the given name of basis human Takane Shijou, who also has that habit. (All the utterances of the puchidoru are based on the speech foibles of their basis humans except maybe Piyopiyo, where I haven't seen anything match up so far.)]
47m32s: Finally, we can make drywall and houses. 59m30s: Z3c77, 94 pop, 7.8s RC.
Oh, those poor things are really struggling up at the front. These trimps are enthusiastic and know no fear, but I still feel like telling them to stop for a while. I don't have the heart to keep them from trying while they're still doing some damage.
1h05m24s: Zone 4, 107 pop, 9.3s RC with Z3/4. 1h15m26s: Zone 5, 120 pop, 8.2s RC with Z3/4.
"What is that?" the human asks. He has three scientists. His first does all the writing, but the other two can actually speak. One of them hops up on a rock spire beside the human to reach his eye level.
At the next ridge line, over the lowest and most passable gap in the terrain, this really mean looking hovering sausage monster.
"I dunno," the scientist trimp shrugs, "But it's making me hungry. Looks like a perfectly cooked frankfurter from here." [John Morell's dubious dirigibles.]
"Oh, yeah," the human nods, "that's a blimp."
"A blimp?" the trimp tilts its head quizzically at the human, "How could you know?"
"I wish I could tell you, little buddy," the human extends his arm braces to descend the pass on the side of the zone boundary in the boss enemy's direction, then grunts, "Let's go kill it."
1h16m11s: Z1c9, 120 pop, 10.3s RC with Z4/5. 1h33m34s: Zone 6, 151 pop, 7.4s RC with Z4/5.
1h33m54s: TP in Z1c3.
"What's this?" the human asks, having picked up the little square document with the curling corners.
"Oh," the hungry scientist looks at it, "It's a garden path, follow me."
"You want to lead me down the garden path?" the human says.
"Yeah," the scientist says.
"Are you kidding?" the human asks.
"No," says the other scientist, "We don't get human humor. Listen, these fighters can't go, let them wear themselves out here, then we'll take the next group through this garden."
"Okay," the human nods, watching two more trimps join the fray as he issues the Z5 coordination orders, "they're doing pretty well after all that block training research we just wrapped up." [That's a common artifact, even in normal games, Z5 Traintacular combines with many gyms, enough population to add several trainers, affording Blockmaster, which is expensive on a run zero, plus a break on Tion Z5, a 40% all-stat increase. I don't think Zach designed it into the game on purpose, it just worked out this way.]
1h34m07s: 151 pop, 10.5s RC with Z5/7. 1h37m44s: Drop from Z6c39, TP for 3.
"Now we have these access map frags we can use to route through the old trimpopoli," the scientist explains, "Atlimpis for food, Morimpa for gems, Everimp for metal, and Impazon for wood."
"What about the garden?" the human asks.
"Well, we got lucky with Tricky Paradise," the scientist says, "but you can randomize the route and maybe get lucky. What's with that look?"
"Somehow, I'm remembering 'frag' as something that blew up with deadly pieces," the human says. [Different video games - ones with better graphics and worse gameplay Ｏ(>▽<)Ｏ]
1h39m59s: Blues back up to the top on series I...
"Tai, Tai!" the first ever trimp scientist stops the human just before he upgrades the mace and dagger to Mk.6 and Mk. 8 respectively. It has a note for him.
"Why do you keep calling me that?" the human asks, "Do you think that's my name?"
"Shijou, Shijou," it nods as though to indicate, I KNOW it is. Then it proffers its note again. The human takes it and reads, "Don't upgrade the first row equipment right now."
"Why not?" the human asks.
"Shijou," it points at the end of the mapped route, where there's a scroll sticking out of the thistles.
2h24m07s: Zone 8, 224 pop, 12.2s RC with Z7/12.
"Your settlement is getting crowded, there's Trimps in the streets, and you're taking heat. You feel a sudden strong desire to create a map, though you're not quite sure how that would help."
2h49m10s: Zone 9, 357 pop, 9.5s RC with Z8/15.
"You can't shake the feeling that you've been here before. Déjà-vu?"
The trimps really seem to like the new high capacity mansions, and the village has rapidly expanded since they started building them.
"There's something familiar about this," the human says.
"Tai," the grey one that writes clings to his arm and shows him a note that says, "Don't give up now."
"We must persist," says the yellow one has found a foothold it can grab onto and grabs the human's shoulder gently, "If you give up to early, we'll never solve this. You'll be stuck here forever."
The human puts his hand over the trimp's paw on his shoulders, then looks at him, "I can die, too."
"No, you can't," the trimp says quietly, "Please don't test that, tall one."
"Death is just another path..." he remembers.
"Gan," the grey one squeaks. [That's the first two kana syllables of "Gandalf"]
"...one that we all must take," the human continues, "The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass, and then you see it-"
"A green mist," the yellow trimp interrupts, "flash of fire, we're all gone and our progress forgotten. The wandering stars return to that day, and you again crash that ship- ...a little better every time."
"Wait," the human looks around, "have I been here before?"
"I-" the yellow trimp tries in futility to share what little it knows, "...or... somebody got just a little coolant into the-"
"Into the what?"
"This side up," the grey one's note says.
"Into the that," the yellow one points at the note, "It really helped. You- ...I don't think we've ever had mansions before."
Well, of course they didn't have mansions before. That was one of my ship's data cards. How did it get way out here? Will anything start to make sense?
3h02m13s: Zone 10, 387 pop, 8.7s RC with Z8/15; '28s: 11.1s RC with Z9/19. 3h16m41s: Tough snimp after food book, L10 rand dept from lo-hi-med 118/25/96, 4 Items.
"That's twice our frags led us to gem-rich Moria," the human says.
"Morimpa," the new red trimp scientist corrects, there now being 5 scientists. [There'd be more if there were more turkimp.]
"The question is how do we use all these gems?" the human looks at the village zoning plans again, "I like those mansions and all, but they use hardly any gems compared to, well-" he gestures at the pile of over two dozen thousand gems they've gathered, "-that! And still a lot of wood and lumber."
"I think there's something," the yellow one sighs, "I wish I knew more."
Quite some time later, after they're done looting that route for equipment plans, the trimps are again advancing through Zone 10, and he hears it.
"Tai?" the grey one wonders.
"Where are you going?" the yellow one asks.
"To the farm," the human answers.
"Whatever for?" the red one seems exasperated.
"Shijou?" the grey one sighs, then looks at the fighting front. It's been around long enough to remember, "Shijou!"
"You guys already get so much to eat this doesn't do you much good," the human explains.
3h32m33s: L11 112/35/78 rand sea, dropped from Z11c6 with disband, 4.
"What's wrong?" the red one asks.
The human comforts one of the wounded. Once trimps start into a zone fight, they have to finish before they bleed out. He's really bothered making them desert in front of that second turkimp. "They had a lot left in them," he sighs, rubbing his eyes, "but we can't keep that much dead turkimp at once, we have to leave it alive to use up all of this one."
"Shijou," the grey one presents a note, "We need this map right away, anyway. Don't worry about it, Tightniks."
"Tightniks?" he looks at the grey one, "Is that me? How do you know?"
"Tai," the grey one points at the top of the human's left breast pocket.
"Ah, crud," the yellow one curls its tail around in front of itself as trimps do when they're embarrassed, "Is that really a name tag?"
The human hadn't even noticed it since the green flash blew up his memory as he was stepping out of the ship.
4h04m22s: Block (sub-8h AP is only 0.3%), taking it, 504 pop, 9.8s RC with Z10/24.
It's a pretty thick book about using shields for block instead of hit points. The pad has the stats analysis. Sh3-1 is only giving us 9% of our hit points. Turning to his trimp scientists, he says, "It seems to me to be worth it."
"Let's," the yellow one nods.
"Shijou," it hands him a note, "It scales badly, but that won't matter for a long time. I think there's a way to undo it before it matters."
"Doing it." The human takes out his pad and starts scanning.
4h29m05s: L14 rand moun 137/26/80 is really good for a lo-hi-med. 4h30m52s: Hotels.
"Ah," the yellow one says, "I knew there was something. That must be it."
5h08m09s: L15 lo-hi-hi rand gard 129/28/82 (just got explorers). 5h09m32s: Picked up Wall.
"Dam," the human says.
"Damn?" the red one chuckles.
"No," the human says, "Earthen wall dam; it's a thing that makes artificial lakes by holding rivers back."
"Lakes?" the yellow one asks, "Rivers?"
"Oh yeah," the human says, "This planet doesn't have enough rain for those..."
5h48m21: Leaving Wall from about c70 to fetch Tion Z15.
"You can't resume the map from the same point if you start another," the human reads the grey one's note.
"We can go back to the same point on that route if we hold there and finish Zone 15, right?" Tightniks asks.
"Shijou!" it seems to be saying yes.
"Yes," the yellow one adds, "but we're out of Series III upgrades, and you need a fresh map route to start up Series IV."
"We should be okay," Tightniks says, "but if we have to start it over, I don't see that being a big deal." As they advance through the rest of Zone 15, Tightniks resumes his usual duties at the research desk instead building and running traps like he was before.
The trimps seem hopeful at this decision.
5h49m10s: Fresh turkimp. 5h50m16s: Zone 16, 1071 pop, 13.4s RC with Z15/75, 13m43s turkimp (skel in c1.)
"Z:16 Seriously? Another Blimp so soon?"
"So," Tightniks lowers his bee nickels and looks at the red one, "is it going to be boss fights at the end of every zone from now on?"
"Hmm," the red trimp looks up past the human at some random rock spire or cloud.
"Well?" the human persists.
"Yup," he says.
"Hmph," Tightniks grabs a Sw3-1 of the rack and advances towards the front, "Before then, we have another Mister Titanium."
"What does he like about skeletimps?" the red one asks the grey one as the human marches off.
"Shijou?" the grey one seems just as confused by that.
"He's not going back to the ship, and he's not getting himself killed," the yellow one smiles, "so I'll take it."
5h58m32s...
"Hey guys, go for the mortar!" the human suggests to his 75 fighting trimps in the Wall's boss fight.
"I can tell from your bedtime stories that you're used to the artillery in that other place," the yellow one gripes, "but fighting works differently here, there's no artillery."
And the human instantly collapses laughing, the scientists a little worried he might have injured himself in the planet's severe gravity. But he's okay, at least physically, "Mortar is the stuff between the bricks, fellas. That's is a brickimp, right?"
5h59m18s: Wall, 1076 pop, 13.3s RC, 1% AP for sub-8h finish, first L16 roll good 156/35/84 moun, 10 for the metal.
Beyond the Wall was a more edenic section of the trimpolis ruins, doubling the production of the lumberjacks. The trimps are actually really happy with the mode of all of the laborers moving between the three big jobs, along with the turkimp, except for the foremen specialized at leading the job. It isn't enough to boost their productivity, but the human goes to them with trays of sandwiches.
6h06m52s: 50 map run 0.3% AP...
6h19m13s: Zone 17, 1141 pop, 16.0s RC with Z16/94, no turkimp.
"Z:17 You climb a large cliff and look out over the new Zone. Red dirt, scorched ground, and devastation. Is that a Dragimp flying around out there?!"
"Hmm," the human surveys the new zone with his bee nickels, "Looks like crap. Any ideas?"
"You're the idea man," the yellow one groans.
"Set the map flag," he puts his bee nickels away, "We'll run a depth for practice and to load up on gems for more hotels."
"Righto," the red one gets to work.
6h44m34s: First DCP. (Draglimp Care Package; I refuse to call it a tribute.)
"Oh," the human says, "It's tame now, so it brings back gems in exchange for food?" He looks at his gaping scientists, "That's what it looks like, huh? Guys? Yo!"
"Tai..." the grey one sighs.
Draglimp, the dragimp imprinted on Tightniks, lands beside the human, drops some gems at his feet, and accepts some scratching behind its horns before diving into the food bowl.
"You tamed a dragimp???" Grey's note says.
"Well," the yellow one huffs, "I guess that happened."
8h18m53s: L20 depth of 154/27/79.
"Mapping up here?" the red one half closes one eye and tilts his head.
"Yeah," the human says while fitting together the depth map fragments, "With the coordination book not right at the end, we have an extra mark of coordination to take advantage of. Let's take our housing up to 2000 or so, shall we?"
"Okay," the yellow one says from a pile of logs, "What's all the wood for?" They had been collecting it for days now.
"The series upgrades follow a rather specific pattern," Tightniks explains, "Just on the other side of this blimp is Zone 21, where we should be able to find the Shield series V, right?"
"Shijou!" the grey one nods.
8h56m17s: 1% AP for 100 map runs, leaving it, 1751 pop, 24.8s RC with Z20/232. 8h56m54s: Zone 21...
"Ooooookay," Tightniks growls, "There is something off about this thing."
"Shijou?" the grey one looks at the yellow one with concern about their human starship pilot friend.
The human stoops, picks up the little green gem on the ridge between Zone 20 and 21, looks at it, huffs, and asks, "Any idea where this comes from?"
"Err..." the red one seems hesitant to say, "I think you made it."
"Really?" the human huffs, "How could that be?" Then he tosses it at Red, "See if anything reacts to it. It might be radioactive, so we should take turns to minimize exposure."
"Really?" Red's holding it now, "What makes you say that?"
"Because I'm pissed off for no reason I can figure out," the human says, "I think it's coming from that."
"Frags," the red one says quickly, "I think it's arranging a route. You're good with maps," it tosses the gem to the grey scientist.
"Shijou," the grey one says hopefully, and has a map drawn within a few minutes. [Whether it looks like the one in Puchim@s 1x61 is anyone's guess. That one annoyed me as well as Chihya.]
9h02m37s: L21 moun first roll was a decent 160/26/84. 9h21m00s: Starting run 5 of that map...
Tightniks had taken his anger out on some food and wood to build about 8000 traps. Now he's leaning against a rock spire in his increasingly tattered uniform. A nap begins, perhaps unintentionally.
Wild trimps are examining the pile, finding it unwelcoming, and also finding no place in the town, just mill about. It looks like they want to help.
"Ku?" it's a blue trimp, probably a farmer waiting for stuff to grow, climbs up on the rock spire the human is leaning against, starts patting him on the head, "Ku. Ku ku." [Puchim@s Chihya.]
9h23m09s: Still working that lap...
Tightniks wakes up from that nap, and the grey one is standing there. "Shijou," it says with a note of concern, although not much of one. The note it holds says, "It wasn't me."
"Oh, what wasn't you, buddy?" He stretches out a bit, feeling somewhat refreshed. It feels like somebody washed his face and hair while he was sleeping.
The grey one is also holding a small mirror, apparently broken off from a larger mirror and with the sharp edges filed down to make the edges safe.
The human takes it from the grey trimp and holds it in front of his face to discover that somebody has bound up all his hair into about twenty little pigtails. He touches them with his other hand to confirm. "Eh, whatever." He hands the mirror back and goes back to sleep. [Puchim@s Koamimami.]
9h30m08s: The following run...
"He's not throwing stuff every which way yet," the yellow one whispers to the red one, watching the human snoozing with his pad on his knee.
"You remember that, too?" the red one asks.
"'Remember'?" the yellow one turns to face the red one, "I s'pose that's better than imagining it."
"I remember it, too," the grey one says via a playing card sized note.
"If we're stuck in a time loop," the yellow one sighs, "maybe this cycle will be different."
"Tai..." the grey one admires him for a moment. Then thumbs in the direction of the mountain, "Heh, Shijou!" it laughs.
9h35m58s: Run 8, c9 of that map.
The scientists nap and take notes, and meditate and take notes, and draw stuff. The grey one often storyboards for the other nine because it's the best at drawing stuff. They have come up with a list, and most probably "order" (they're debating whether their ranking means "order" (sequence of things happening over the various loops) or "frequency" (what proportion of previous loops they have happened in). But they've come up with this, from first (or perhaps most often) to most recent (or perhaps least often):
- The ship crashes (they're pretty sure that happens every loop) - The human builds huts - The human teaches some of his trimps to speak and do science - The human builds houses - The human makes maps - The human builds mansions - The human blows up and gets himself killed somewhere around Z17 to Z21, often on a dragimp - The human only recently/occasionally builds hotels - The human only recently/rarely tamed a dragimp - The human only recently/rarely maps the Dimension of Anger
They're all agreed that that they have never finished the Dimension of Anger. What they are not all agreed on is that they've never done this conference to figure out whether they're in a time loop or what that might mean. [See also Star Trek: The Next Generation episode "Cause and Effect" ...which was sort of a time loop but they weren't going back in time. It's very interesting, but its meta makes no sense - no one ever went looking for the Bozeman in 80 years? No one who went looking for the Bozeman also got stuck? No one noticed the passage of time outside the little area of space where the not-quite-a-time-loop was happening? Errr... sci-fi writers, don't be half-assed about your time loops, lmao! Be like Harold Ramis- ...what am I saying?? (That would be Groundhog Day, which grafted a time loop into a romcom; there are no other sci-fi elements. But it was a full-blown time loop and not half-assed like "Cause and Effect".)]
9h54m06s: Dropped from Z21c95...
I think it would be a bad idea to bypass that green area, as much as I'd rather not face it. Both his domesticated trimps, which are breeding up a new group of fighters, and the wild trimps he has decided just now not to open the traps for, stare at him and point in that direction. He shoulders a huge Shield V-3 and grabs an Mace IV-2 as well and announces, "We're doing it." Thus equipped, he marches off into the Dimension of Anger.
10h27m53s: Taking Pi4-2; recently had taken Pa4-2...
The group at the front had expired, and the snimp in DoAc95 glares at the advancing colony of trimps, which had halted only because of it. It refuses to counterattack the vulnerable colony and its human, instead snorting and huffing, waiting for the next bunch of 232 fighting trimps to come in range.
Tightniks runs along the line of traps, releasing the recently tamed trimps, singing a song that he doesn't remember the meaning of, that he doesn't remember was crafted by an ethnically Chinese guy out of an African language, and later mastered by two caucasians over the internet before they ever met in person. "Baba yetu yetu uliye, mbinguni yetu yetu amina..." because it just happened to be stuck in his head. [Because the Doylian author decided on a whim to. Christopher Tin got it into Civilization IV and at the time (2010 July), I made the best video for it on YouTube, which got subsequently blown to shreds when Peter Hollens and Malukah re-recorded the song from scratch in their own voices and instruments in 2014, pity with no English translation, the purpose of my video.]
Noticing the last batch of metal he needs coming out of the furnace, he waves the waiting grey scientist to fire up the forge [to use the term properly and not as the game does], for it was time to wrap up the forging dies for the Spetum IV, Mark 2 pike heads.
"Shijou!" the grey one cheers, setting aside a snack that looks like maybe ramen, and starts jumping up and down on the bellows handle.
It takes a while for the human to chip out the tip in the two halves of the forging die, and then polish it, and then heat it up in the forge, and then quench it, inspect it, and put it into service crafting thousands of new pike heads for the fighting trimps.
But only one second passed on the map frame clock (10h27m54s) four cells behind that snimp, in the case being brooded over by this huge, and if it's honest, rather concerned megablimp.
10h35m45: Portal PB, 45 He, 4.247 He/hr, 1891 pop, 22.7s RC with Z20/232, no turkimp.
The last head of the map's boss monster goes limp as one of the fighting trimps' mace heads bounces of it, and the huge thing settles on its tail, resting on the package that seems to be the prize of this map. And there's a popping sound, and then something mechanical.
Is that a scroll compressor? Tightniks looks at the package. The deflating monster's lifting envelope material drapes over everything underneath it. "Red, Shijou!" he snaps and points, "roll up that side of it. Keep this part from sucking down on the extractor nozzle!"
All ten of the scientists jump in, literally, pushing the gas in the bag towards the compressor. Tightniks as well, rolling up the front.
Until he kicks, and nearly trips over, a smaller package that might be the explanation for the reason why the center of the monster's defense seemed to be a little away from the big package he could see. It's in the right place, he realizes. He gets it uncovered and reads stenciled-and-sprayed block letters on it:
"DT TIME PORTAL / THIS SIDE DOWN"
Perhaps the Dimension of Anger is so named because of the rage suddenly rising up in Tightniks' throat. It isn't so much as the free-floating aggression suddenly has an answer, there is definitely a fresh batch of rage and anger as he grips the nearest Mace IV, Mark 3 with both hands and gets it over his shoulder, its target obviously this object, anger at the realization he screams at the top of his lungs, "We are stuck in a mutha FAH-king time loop!!" His swing begins. [Tightniks almost never cusses, unlike Snugniks.]

Like I just find it weird. Look at the Camaro’s and mustangs mid-high models, they all increase in HP or liters from every new year. I get dodge has a lot more higher end models that you can buy but wouldn’t you want your mid-model to ramp up with its power?
What would be the point to buy a T from 2009 all the way up to 2023 with barely any difference besides features or etc?
Also isn’t the modding scene way more easier for 2009-2014 challengers? Compared to the 2015-2023? So wouldn’t you want the 2009-2014 years If you were getting a T especially because it’s cheaper?
I just always found that to be something to observe.
Also the T is super underrated due to how it has really good gas milage and it takes both low-mid grade gas which is something not found in all the higher end models of the challenger.

Hi Guys,
To someone unfamiliar with the situation it may be weird seeing me pop up under different names in Cals chat or mentioned with different names. Whilst I know I am not very well-known in the Corner I just wanted to clarify things so people are in the loop.
Firstly, my FFnord_ account was banned due to being mass-reported by a streamer who I had been calling out for various bannable offenses and they were made aware of this. I was then banned on FFnord__ with another mass-report from this streamer, alongside threats of hacking and assault from their mods which went unpunished.
A few days ago, my account TheNordicReturns was suspended for ban evasion, and the circumstances surrounding it leads me to believe somebody had manually reported me (potentially the same person reporting other corner members to get them banned). The following day, my PayPal was permanently deactivated for 'customer dissatisfaction', likely the same person, as my PayPal was linked on my Twitch for Media Requests. This is made worse as a good number of Corner members were kind enough to donate (shoutout to LWS in particular who donated around £50 in various forms) and I am unable to even refund their donations due to the deactivation.
I will probably have to use a new name on Twitch. Despite the ban, I am grateful for the wider community and Cal's support for the channel. If anyone here would like to tune into my streams, I will link my Kick in the comments if it's ok with the subs mods.

Disclaimer:

Despite how the title and intro may look, I am not here to dunk on feminism. If you came looking for a post that said, "Feminist Soy! Am i rite?" Sorry, got to disappoint. Conversely, this isn't a sermon about why you should convert. Believe whatever you want to believe bro. Also, Not a Christian, but I do like Wendigoon talking about it. Finally, Mods plz don't nuke my post this isn't about religion but about the mythology around the figure.

Why Post This Here:

Lilith has been involved in literary discourse for a while as well as being seen as a Feminist Icon in literature. This post is meant to debunk these claims and misreading of the Abrahamic Myths.

Intro:

This really isn't a specific work of fiction, but rather, a general fictional trope I guess., Ever since the release of Hazbin Hotel, discussion has increased on Lilith being a sympathetic/feminist icon, and this is the most laughable idea to me as a guy who is currently studying Christian Mythology for a project. Today, I am going to debunk this claim of Lilith being sympathetic or any sort of feminist girlboss or even being anyway relevant to the Abrahamic Mythos. I'll try source all my arguments, so it doesn't look like I am talk out of my ass.

In The Bible:

Ah, the Bible. It is amazing how such a small book can cause so much violence, but we are not here for a religious debate (well not really). We are here to discuss Lilith. For context, I am going to be used the New Revised Standard Version (NRSV) & English Standard Version (ESV). This is because NSRV and ESV and considered the most popular when it comes to the Bible Versions.
Let's start with NRSV, and Lilith shows up...once? Hell, she doesn't even show up. She's just mentioned.

Isaiah 34:14: "Wildcats shall meet with hyenas, goat-demons shall call to each other; there too Lilith shall repose,"

You can read the full chapter here, but the full chapter really doesn't change much. From what I could gleam (admittedly I ain't a theologian so I could be missing stuff), the dude in this chapter is talking about God's Judgment and is more focused on the natural disasters that would happen. Lilith isn't even really that important. She seems to be at best a higher demon with some power, but this same chapter says an undead apocalypse will happen. She is a footnote at best.
Okay what about ESV? It is even worse there. She doesn't even show up.

Isaiah 34:14: "And wild animals shall meet with hyenas; the wild goat shall cry to his fellow; indeed, there the night bird settles and finds for herself a resting place" (Source)

Okay, but I am clearly cherry-picking though right? What about the other versions? Well, it get even more nebulous. In certain version, it isn't even Lilith but an unnamed night-demon (Source). In others, it isn't even a demon but just a creature of the night/ animals of the night (Source). Hell one of them there are no demons instead an unnamed ogress (Source).
You'd think that Lilith, being the first woman and rebelling against Big G himself, should get more than one very sketchy mention. I mean Eve the mother of humanity is mentioned between 2,000 -2,500 times (Source), Mary the mother of Jesus Motherfucking Christ himself gets around 40 times (Source), hell Queen Sheba, whose existence I only know because a sword in KCD is name after her, is mentioned nearly 70 times (Source)(obviously this varies on which version you take as some books are just removed but the point stands). You mean to tell me a fucking side character is mentioned more than literally Female Satan. Funnily enough, Satan is only mention like 30 times in the Bible (Source).
Okay, so already the foundations of Lilith are shaky, but what do the other Abrahamic Religions say?

In The Quran/The Tanakh (IMPORTANT):

The Quran. She never shows up. Weird since both Eve and Mary get mentioned.
Okay, but what about The Tanakh? (For those who don't know the Tanakh is the "Hebrew Bible". A lot of people say that's the Torah, but the Torah is just the compilation of the first five books of the Tanakh.) Well, yes.

Otzar Midrashim, The Aleph Bet of ben Sira, The Alphabet of ben Sira, (alternative version) 34 - He said to him, "The angels appointed for healing: Sanoy, Sansanoy, Semangalof. When the Holy Blessed One created the first Adam alone, They said, (Genesis 2:18) 'It is not good for this Adam to be alone.' They created for him a wife out of the Earth like he had been, and called her Lilith. Immediately they began to challenge each other. She said, 'I will not lie below,' and he said, 'I will not lie beneath you, but only on top. For you are fit only to be in the bottom position, while I am to be the superior one…

So case closed - STOP. I ain't done cooking yet. See, I got to apologize a bit to you reader. I kind of lied, but to understand how I lied. You got to understand the Jewish Faith first, specifically their holy texts.
Okay, all Holy Jewish Texts fall under Sifrei Kodesh (aka Holy Books). . Within the Siferi Kodesh, there are two main categories texts fall into Tankah and Rabbinic. The Tankah is The Hebrew Bible. It is the considered the canonical collection of Hebrew scriptures and is comprisied of the Torah, the Nevi'im, and the Ketuvim. (Source and Source). Meanwhile, the Rabbinic is Jewish Rabbis studying and interpreting the Tankah (Source, Source, Source). The Alphabet of Ben Sira is squarely in the Rabbinic.
Most of you have already seen a problem, but for those of who didn't, let me spell it out. When you are quoting this passage, you are not quoting from the Tankah. You are quoting a Rabbi's interpretation of the Tankah. This would be equivalent to me using My Immortal to critique Harry Potter (No offense to any Jewish Rabbis. This comparison is meant to be extreme).
Ah, but ain't done yet reader, I have saved the biggest bombshell for last.
The Alphabet of Ben Sira is a shitpost. It a satire. It isn't real.
The reasoning is several. This reddit comment sums it up. And This. Also This
From The Jewish Virtual Library:

There is no reason to doubt the unity of the work as a whole, despite the fragmentary character of the different versions. All the versions share a special, satirical, and even heretical, character, and this indicates that they all were written by a single hand. They seem to reflect varying degrees of censorship on the part of editors and copyists. The complete work contains four parts. The first part is the biography of Ben Sira from his conception until the age of one year. This story, omitted in many editions, explains how Jeremiah, the prophet, was simultaneously Ben Sira's father (the numerical value of Ben Sira's name equals that of Jeremiah), and grandfather. Ben Sira's mother was Jeremiah's daughter. The old prophet was forced to an act of onanism by wicked men, and his daughter conceived from his emissions when she came to bathe. The form of this story is based on a biblical verse that tells the glories and wonders of God's deeds; thus the story satirizes not only Jeremiah, but God's deeds as well.
The second part is more sophisticated in form. It tells how Ben Sira, now one year old, meets with his teacher, who tries to teach him the alphabet. Instead of repeating each letter of the alphabet after his teacher, Ben Sira responds with an epigram beginning with that letter. The epigrams lead the teacher to tell the story of his life. It may be assumed that the original structure of this part was 22 + 12 paragraphs, each containing a letter, an epigram, and a part of the story.
The third part is the longest and contains most of the narrative material in this work. It recounts the story of Ben Sira's life and adventures in the court of Nebuchadnezzar, king of Babylonia. It also includes stories told by Ben Sira himself as answers to the king's questions. These stories often include pornographic elements, as well as derogatory descriptions of biblical figures, like King Solomon or Joshua. Some of the stories in this section contain motifs from international folklore and may be based on folktales, but they were adapted to the special framework of the work and satirical elements were added to them. Examination of the various versions indicates that here, too, there were 22 stories, arranged according to the letters of the alphabet, to which 12 other stories were added.
The fourth part, which is found in most versions and gave the work its name, contains 22 alphabetically arranged epigrams attributed to Ben Sira that serve as material for discussion and interpretation by Ben Sira's son, Uzziel, and his grandson, Joseph b. Uzziel. The contents are satirical and even heretical. It may be assumed that this part was constructed in the same manner as the two previous ones – 22 + 12 sections. The work, therefore, displays elements of unity both in structure and in its ideological aims. It is all but impossible, however, to discover the background upon which such a work could have been written. Some scholars (L. Ginzberg and others) believe that it aimed at ridiculing the story of Jesus' birth; but the basis for such a conclusion may be found only in the first part, and even this is not very clear, for the irony seems to be directed more against God than against Jesus. It is hardly possible that the author was a Karaite, as some of the abusive stories are directed against biblical figures, and not only against the Talmud and Midrash. It seems likely that the author did not belong to any organized group or definable ideological movement, but was merely a writer with an anarchistic tendency who used satire to ridicule all the institutions of established religion in his day.
Another difficult problem is the relationship between this pseudepigraphal work and the original proverbs of Ben Sira. Some of the proverbs and epigrams included in the work are originally in the work of Ben Sira, but many such proverbs are found in talmudic literature, and the author probably took them from there. The author of the pseudepigraphal work did not even know Ben Sira's first name. There is only one slight connection that might be accidental: the Wisdom of *Ben Sira has a preface written by the author's grandson, who edited the work, and in the pseudepigraphal work the figure of a grandson is also present.

Buh buh But thats just a reddit comment and some random websites. Whu Whu What are you gonna do OP? Analyze the entire text to prove its a shitpost.
Yes.
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Analysis Of Alphabet of Sirach/The Alphabet Of Ben Sira:

The text we will be using.
We are going to skip most of it and just jump straight into the section with Lilith, but if you do chose to read it, have a good time. Shit is funny as hell. Let's start of with Lillith's Birth. Many like to potray Adam and Lilith's first interaction like this.
1, 2, 3
It is often either stated or implied Adam either tried to force Lilith into a s*x position she didn't want or that he he stated that she was inferior to him and she spit back. While this nicely fits into the "yas Queen SLAYYY" interpretation, its not the truth...mostly.
Here is the actual text:

When the Holy Blessed One created the first Adam alone, They said, (Genesis 2:18) 'It is not good for this Adam to be alone.' They created for him a wife out of the Earth like he had been, and called her Lilith. Immediately they began to challenge each other. She said, 'I will not lie below,' and he said, 'I will not lie beneath you, but only on top. For you are fit only to be in the bottom position, while I am to be the superior one.' Lilith responded, 'We are equal to each other inasmuch as we were both created from the Earth.' But they would not listen to one another. When Lilith saw this, she pronounced the Ineffable Name and flew away into the world's air.

So first, no she wasn't going to be sexually assaulted. Secondly, it was just a couple arguing with each other. Yes, Adam shouldn't have said that about Lilith, but we shouldn't take a statement said by an angry man as gospel for the religion. Plus, how on earth is blaspheming your Father and then running away from an argument an appropriate reaction to the situation? God didn't do anything wrong. Why you picking a fight with him? We will discuss this more, but lets continue.

The Holy Blessed One said to Adam, 'If she agrees to come back, good. If not, she must permit one hundred of her children to die every day.' They departed and pursued her, and overtook her in the midst of the sea, in the mighty waters wherein the Egyptians would ultimately drown. They told her God's word, but she did not wish to return. The angels said, 'We shall drown you in the sea.' She said to them, 'Let me be. I was created only to cause illness to infants. I have dominion over them for eight days after birth if they are male, and if female, after birth for twenty days.' When the angels heard Lilith's words, they insisted on taking her. But she swore to them by the name of the living and eternal God, 'Whenever I see you or your names or your forms in an amulet, I will have no power over that infant.' She also agreed to have one hundred of her children die every day.

There is much to go over here. First, WHERE ARE THE HUNDRED CHILDREN COMING FROM! These are the first man and woman. THERE ARE NO CHILDREN. Who is he talking about? And don't give me that bullshit that he mad a mistake. HE IS GOD. IN THE TORAH, HE IS OMNISCIENT. This makes no sense.
"I was created only to cause illness to infants. I have dominion over them for eight days after birth if they are male, and if female, after birth for twenty days." I am sorry fucking what? Who said that? God? No. Adam? No. The Angels? Definitely not. No one told Lilith she had to cause illness. She is just being a toxic bitch and offloading her problems. What the fuck?
Finally, "She also agreed to have one hundred of her children die every day." At this point, who has sympathy for Lilith? Lets objectively look at Adam's sin. Yes, he was sexist. Yes, that was wrong. Can't Lilith convince him to change? We know it is possible for a woman to convince Adam because EVE CONVINCED HIM TO EAT THE APPLE. So, clearly the man can develop his thoughts. Instead, Lilith just runs away from her problem, knowing that a hundred innocent children (HER CHILDREN BY THE WAY- hang on does that mean she fucked Adam and Eve's Sons. Isn't she like their aunt? I am pretty sure that's still incest) will die. Yes, God is partly to blame as well, but if I had to choose between a Misandrist Wife or dead innocents, I will go with the Misandrist Wife. Nothing shows Adam as violent just a dick, and she clearly has access to powers he doesn't cuz he can't fly.

Accordingly, every day one hundred demons perish, and for the same reason, we write their names on the amulets of young children, and she sees them, she remembers her oath, and the child is healed

I guess that's nice? But does she even really heal them? She just takes away an illness she caused. This is like saying I put out the fire, but I am the arsonist who started it. There wouldn't be a problem if I didn't create one. And that's how the story ends. Seriously.
There is more, but it doesn't really matter. Ben Sira cures a girl of farting everywhere, talks about hair follicles, slanders David, explains why Donkey Urine is important, and ends with a raven cucking an eagle. Its pretty funny.

In Conclusion:

So, TL;DR: Lilith's entire existence is based on a shitpost. In said shitpost, she isn't even that great of a person and isn't even a feminist.
So yeah, that's all I got. There is more to this Rabbit Hole if you are willing to go down, but that is the gist of it. I don't see how a woman who runs away from responsibilities, blames others for her failures, and would rather kill babies than do something hard is a feminist icon, but here we are. I don't really know how to end this. Uh, were you entertained?
Addendum: If you are of the Christian, Muslim, or Jewish Faith please comment below and clear up any misconceptions I wrote in this post. I will try to edit it to make it better. Feminists please try to be respectful in the comments. Sup Mods. Uh yeah, cool.

Addendum #2 - Mesopotamian Lilith:

Some people have been saying that I should analyze Lilith from Mesopotamian Origins as this would give her a more sympathetic view. Very well. There are three main sources: Tablet XII of the Epic of Gilgamesh, a Burney Relief, Arslan Tash amulets
Tablet XII of the Epic of Gilgamesh (Text we'll use): Lilith, a snake, and a bird steal a tree from a goddess and squat in it. Gilgamesh comes around kills the snake. The Bird flees. Lilith chimps out, destroys her home, and runs. Tbf, this is Gilgamesh, so I guess Lillith W?

The dyer (?) had not dyed his leather with it (?)
At its root the serpent, 'that knew not silence (?)' had made its nest
At its top the storm-bird (Zû) had put his young
In its midst Lilith had built a house
The shrieking maid the joyful
The bright Queen of Heaven tears for them (?) wept
His lady said a word to him
'Warrior Gilgamesh, its .... will thee'
The ibbaru garment that was of 50 minas from his loins he removed
What was 50 minas 30 ... . he made
His (?) brazen axe a road (?) his ....
1 talent 50 minas his in his hand he seized
At its root the serpent ' that knew not silence (?) ' he slew
At its top the storm-bird (Zû)
took his young (and) went away to the mountain
In its midst Lilith destroys (her) house

Burney Relief (Source): Yeah no

Even so, the possibility that the Queen of the Night plaque, with its high degree of skill in craftsmanship and attention to detail would be a representation of a lilitu is highly unlikely. According to the Hebrew tradition, Lilith was the first woman made by God who refused to submit to Adam's sexual demands and flew away, thus rebelling against God and his plans for human beings. She was thought to have then occupied the wastelands and, like the lilitu, to have preyed on unsuspecting men ever since. In either tradition, the lilitu was not a popular enough figure to have been portrayed on a plaque such as the Queen of the Night. Dr. Black notes, “Evil gods and demons are only very rarely depicted in art, perhaps because it was thought that their images might endanger people” (62). The mountain range depicted at the bottom of the relief is also thought to suggest lilitu identification in representing the wilderness the spirit inhabits but the headdress, the necklace, the rod-and-ring symbols and the significance of the plaque all go to argue against Lilith as a possibility.

Arslan Tash amulet (Source):

Whispering-incantation against the Flying-one, the oath of Sasam, son of Pidrišiša, god, and against the Strangler of the lamb: “The house I enter, you shall not enter And the court I tread, you shall not tread!He has made an eternal contract with us. Assur made a pact with us, all the sons of El,, and the great council of all the holy ones,With the oath of heaven and earth With the oath of Baal, lord of the earth With the oath of Horon, whose utterance is true,His seven concubines and the eight wives of Baal Qudš”[Written around and between the images] Oh Flying one, from the dark room pass away!Now! Now, night demons! [Written on the Sphinx figure] From my house, O crushers, go away! [Written on the wolf-like figure] Oh Sasam, let it not be opened for him And let him not come down to the door-posts The sun is rising for Sasam. Disappear, and fly away home.[Written on the axe-wielding figure](modified from Cross and Saley 1970 and Berlejung 2010).

So where the fuck is Lilith? Well the text in its original language features lly- which if you add a "t" could be llyt [Lilith], but it also can be ll wyn which means "night and day." So, yeah not exactly a Lilith W. And that's it. I don't know how this makes her sympathetic, but to each their own.

Addendum #3 - Lilith R*ped Adam?

u/howhow326 said that there was a tale about Lilith raping Adam and being thrown out of Eden. This intrigued me to search for it, but unfortunately, I can't find a source for this anywhere. The closest I get is this Blogpost, but this seems to be more of a hypothetical than anything. Frankly, I don't think this should be part of the debate.
Edit 1: Originally, there was a line that said : "Hell fucking Jesus gets mentioned the prophet of the ENEMY, but not Lilith." I have since been informed that this is a gross misrepresentation of the Muslim Faith, and it has been removed.
Edit 2: Spelling and Formatting Errors Corrected
Edit 3: Mesopotamian Lilith added. Lilith's Rape Accusations.

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"津巴布韋是否正在陷入進一步的貨幣混亂？
西爾維亞·德利瓦約 (Sylvia Dhliwayo) 是一位克服津巴布韋危機四伏的經濟障礙並就多種貨幣進行談判的專家，她對此感到不安。
她每天努力工作，供四個孩子上學。大多數早晨，她在 04:00 起床，前往首都哈拉雷姆拜爾的主要市場，購買玉米、花生、甜甜圈、雞蛋和麵包，然後在附近的街邊攤上出售。
從西紅柿到酪梨，從鍋具到二手衣服，姆拜爾是一個商業中心，那裡的商人制定價格，而價格在波動的經濟中每天都在變化。
令 Dhliwayo 女士和其他交易員憤怒的是政府推出新的當地貨幣的最新舉措。
西爾維亞·德利瓦約法拉伊·塞文佐
他們沒有給我們任何警告。我們把他們無用的錢存起來，一夜之間這些紙幣就變得一文不值了”
西爾維亞·德利瓦約
市場攤販
“他們沒有給我們任何警告。我們把他們無用的錢存了又存，一夜之間這些紙幣就變得一文不值了。
它被稱為 Zig，代表“津巴布韋黃金”，於一個月前推出，取代了數位 RTGS 貨幣和現金“債券票據”。
此舉旨在幫助解決通貨膨脹和惡性通貨膨脹問題——這種疾病在過去二十年中一直困擾著津巴布韋。這導致政府於 2009 年廢除津巴布韋元，從那時起，大多數人一直使用美元。
就在 Zig 推出之前，我可以從 Dhliwayo 女士以 0.50 美元（0.40 英鎊）或 2,500 南非蘭特的債券價格購買一包花生。
但當儲備銀行行長約翰·穆沙亞夫哈努(John Mushayavhanu) 給津巴布韋人三週時間兌換債券時，他們立即失去了僅有的一點價值——一袋花生的價值飆升至40,000 津巴布韋元，儘管當時Dhliwayo 女士只接受美元付款。
令 Dhliwayo 女士更加惱火的是，她仍然只用美元進行交易。
由於美國硬幣短缺，商人喜歡用當地貨幣為顧客找零。超市通常會選擇找零錢棒棒糖。
如果有的話，Dhliwayo 女士會使用 Zigs，但它主要以數位形式存在，而且在一個因為停電而人們很少能為手機充電的地方，現金才是最重要的。
「新錢仍然無法使用，只能存入人們的手機和銀行帳戶。一切，絕對一切，仍然以美元為單位。
津巴布韋哈拉雷，一名超市工作人員在麵包店櫃檯前，那裡的價格以美元和津巴布韋吉格幣顯示 - 2024 年 4 月 30 日
超市的價格標籤現在有美元和吉格兩種單位
4月初，穆沙亞夫哈努在推出黃金支持貨幣時表現出了挑釁的態度，稱這是根據世界銀行的建議進行的。
「如果你要責怪我，那你實際上是在責怪世界銀行，」他說，並敦促津巴布韋人忍耐看到自己的錢日復一日地消失，要有耐心。
「也許他們沒有給我們適當的建議。如果他們沒有給我們適當的建議，也沒關係。我們來完善一下。
但考慮到這是當地貨幣20年來第六次變動，津巴布韋人缺乏信心是可以理解的。
津巴布韋元的最高面額一度為 100 兆津巴布韋元，現已演變為不記名支票、農業支票、RTGS 和債券。
當地一家獨立的周日報紙《標準報》對吉格幣的突然變化缺乏宣傳表示遺憾，因為電話公司、超市和公共交通都不再接受吉格斯幣的前身債券作為法定貨幣。
遊客發現自己無法透過 Visa 付款，因為 Zig 真實價值的不確定性導致他們的卡在重新校準繼續期間無法使用。
「如果 Zig 不採用與之前的 RTGS、不記名支票、農業支票和債券相同的方式，那麼這對津巴布韋人來說將是一個優勢，因為過去他們的全部儲蓄都被通貨膨脹耗盡了，該報社論推測。
然而你可以理解為什麼企業不願意處理這個問題。
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津巴布韋 Zig 匯率是多少？
週五早上，一位在哈拉雷南部工作的園丁向我展示，他的電話銀行帳戶上的報價為 1 美元兌 12.91 茲格 - 儘管他認為街上的現行價格是 1 美元兌換 13.50 茲格。幾個小時後，路邊的一位二手衣服賣家表示，他的交易價格為 15 Zig，價格為 1 美元。
麥克斯韋·貢貝（Maxwell Gombe）靠向遊覽該國名勝景點的遊客出售數十億和數萬億美元的舊鈔票（經濟崩潰的紀念品）為生，對他來說，一切如常。
「舊紙幣的美元……50萬；數十億；數萬億美元，」他在哈拉雷用擴音器喊道，並在那裡購買舊鈔票並在維多利亞瀑佈出售。
「他們似乎喜歡在錢包或錢包裡放十億或一兆美元的鈔票。我們以 1 美元的價格購買它們，並以 5 美元的價格出售。如果他們喝醉了，我們每張紙幣可以得到 10 美元！他笑了，走開了。
在姆拜爾，美元交易員用擴音器用撕破的鈔票招攬生意。這裡只接受完好的紙幣——因此他們以較低的價格購買損壞的紙幣。
但黑市外匯交易商發現自己正處於當局打壓的中心，他們急於支撐本周正式流通的新貨幣。
諷刺的是，就像這個國家所有觸犯法律的人一樣，上週被捕的 60 多名貨幣交易商不得不以美元繳納保釋金。
想要房子嗎？您必須以美國貨幣付款。
學費？美元。一位同事告訴我，他的四個孫子——年齡從 8 歲到 18 歲左右——自 1 月以來就沒有上學，因為家裡無法籌到錢。
一輛車？請使用美國貨幣。
租？新的津巴布韋護照？都是美國貨幣。
這怎麼可能？該國大部分人靠匯款生存。
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津巴布韋萬億美元鈔票經銷商
女兒和兒子加入了大規模的人才外流，移居全球各地工作，並將美元轉移給陷入困境的家庭。
“這太不可思議了。就像我們坐在倉鼠輪上一樣，」一位不願透露姓名的經濟學家告訴我。
「同樣的錯誤，另一種貨幣在宣布之前沒有人知道。然而這個國家卻沒有生產力。
他說：「即使是他們所錨定的黃金也無法以足夠快的速度開採，因為大部分黃金都被盜了。」他指的是與政府高級官員有聯繫的人將大量黃金走私出津巴布韋的指控。
就連總統埃默森·姆南加古瓦也發現自己對捲入醜聞的親屬的滑稽行為感到尷尬。
這位曾經為政府工作的經濟學家表示：“這是奇蹟般的貨幣，是印出來的，而不是製造出來的，因此毫無用處。”
他解釋說，公務員的工資部分以美元支付，部分以當地貨幣支付——如果有的話。
「這是一場鬥爭和混亂。告訴我誰按時收到工資，我就給你買一杯威士忌，」他補充道。
許多公民迫切希望逃離這一混亂局面，非法越境進入南非，尋找難以捉摸的經濟可持續未來。
儘管津巴布韋有兩個經濟現實在發揮作用 - 在首都較富裕的北郊，您會發現購物中心出售比利時巧克力、國際葡萄酒和超大奶酪漢堡，而這些購物中心不需要當地貨幣。
津巴布韋哈拉雷的 Farai Sevenzo 冰淇淋賣家 Amos Mhere - 2024 年 5 月 3 日Farai Sevenzo
週五，冰淇淋賣家 Amos Mhere 收到了一位顧客寄來的第一張 Zig 紙條
對於其他人來說，Zig 筆記將成為現實。當地的一位冰淇淋賣家告訴我，週五下午，一位顧客給了他第一張紙條。
「我還不了解 Zigs，但如果我看到它們流通，我就會使用它們。我們別無選擇，無法獲得美元。
但和迪利瓦約女士一樣，他也很不高興，也不相信這些紙鈔能保值。
園丁同意：「這就像新聞紙。它不會持續太久。
有些人不可避免地開玩笑說這個名字是如何概括這個國家曲折的經濟的。
哈拉雷的其他人則用方言說 Zig 代表“Zimbabwe i gehena”，在修納語中意思是“津巴布韋是地獄”。
Farai Sevenzo 是哈拉雷的自由廣播員和電影製片人。
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"津巴布韦是否正在陷入进一步的货币混乱？
西尔维娅·德利瓦约 (Sylvia Dhliwayo) 是一位克服津巴布韦危机四伏的经济障碍并就多种货币进行谈判的专家，她对此感到不安。
她每天努力工作，供四个孩子上学。大多数早晨，她在 04:00 起床，前往首都哈拉雷姆拜尔的主要市场，购买玉米、花生、甜甜圈、鸡蛋和面包，然后在附近的街边摊上出售。
从西红柿到牛油果，从锅具到二手衣服，姆拜尔是一个商业中心，那里的商人制定价格，而价格在波动的经济中每天都在变化。
令 Dhliwayo 女士和其他交易员愤怒的是政府推出新的当地货币的最新举措。
西尔维娅·德利瓦约法拉伊·塞文佐
他们没有给我们任何警告。我们把他们无用的钱存起来，一夜之间这些纸币就变得一文不值了”
西尔维娅·德利瓦约
市场摊贩
“他们没有给我们任何警告。我们把他们无用的钱存了又存，一夜之间这些纸币就变得一文不值了。”她愤怒地告诉我。
它被称为 Zig，代表“津巴布韦黄金”，于一个月前推出，取代了数字 RTGS 货币和现金“债券票据”。
此举旨在帮助解决通货膨胀和恶性通货膨胀问题——这种疾病在过去二十年中一直困扰着津巴布韦。这导致政府于 2009 年废除津巴布韦元，从那时起，大多数人一直使用美元。
就在 Zig 推出之前，我可以从 Dhliwayo 女士那里以 0.50 美元（0.40 英镑）或 2,500 南非兰特的债券价格购买一包花生。
但当储备银行行长约翰·穆沙亚夫哈努 (John Mushayavhanu) 给津巴布韦人三周时间兑换债券时，他们立即失去了仅有的一点价值——一袋花生的价值飙升至 40,000 津巴布韦元，尽管当时 Dhliwayo 女士只接受美元付款。
令 Dhliwayo 女士更加恼火的是，她仍然只用美元进行交易。
由于美国硬币短缺，商人喜欢用当地货币给顾客找零。超市通常会选择找零钱棒棒糖。
如果有的话，Dhliwayo 女士会使用 Zigs，但它主要以数字形式存在，而且在一个因为停电而人们很少能为手机充电的地方，现金才是最重要的。
“新钱仍然无法使用，只能存入人们的手机和银行账户中。一切，绝对一切，仍然以美元为单位。”
津巴布韦哈拉雷，一名超市工作人员在面包店柜台前，那里的价格以美元和津巴布韦吉格币显示 - 2024 年 4 月 30 日
超市的价格标签现在有美元和吉格两种单位
4月初，穆沙亚夫哈努在推出黄金支持货币时表现出了挑衅的态度，称这是根据世界银行的建议进行的。
“如果你要责怪我，那你实际上是在责怪世界银行，”他说，并敦促津巴布韦人忍耐看到自己的钱日复一日地消失，要有耐心。
“也许他们没有给我们适当的建议。如果他们没有给我们适当的建议，也没关系。我们来完善一下吧。”
但考虑到这是当地货币20年来第六次变动，津巴布韦人缺乏信心是可以理解的。
津巴布韦元的最高面值一度为 100 万亿津巴布韦元，现已演变为不记名支票、农业支票、RTGS 和债券。
当地一家独立的周日报纸《标准报》对吉格币的突然变化缺乏宣传表示遗憾，因为电话公司、超市和公共交通都不再接受吉格斯币的前身债券作为法定货币。
游客发现自己无法通过 Visa 付款，因为 Zig 真实价值的不确定性导致他们的卡在重新校准继续期间无法使用。
“如果 Zig 不采用与之前的 RTGS、不记名支票、农业支票和债券相同的方式，那么这对于津巴布韦人来说将是一个优势，因为过去他们的全部储蓄都被通货膨胀耗尽了，该报社论推测道。
然而你可以理解为什么企业不愿意处理这个问题。
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津巴布韦 Zig 汇率是多少？
周五早上，一位在哈拉雷南部工作的园丁向我展示，他的电话银行账户上的报价为 1 美元兑 12.91 兹格 - 尽管他认为街上的现行价格是 1 美元兑换 13.50 兹格。几个小时后，路边的一位二手衣服卖家表示，他的交易价格为 15 Zig，价格为 1 美元。
麦克斯韦·贡贝（Maxwell Gombe）靠向游览该国名胜景点的游客出售数十亿和数万亿美元的旧钞票（经济崩溃的纪念品）为生，对他来说，一切如常。
“旧纸币的美元……50万；数十亿；数万亿美元，”他在哈拉雷用扩音器喊道，并在那里购买旧钞票并在维多利亚瀑布出售。
“他们似乎喜欢在钱包或钱包里放十亿或一万亿美元的钞票。我们以 1 美元的价格购买它们，并以 5 美元的价格出售。如果他们喝醉了，我们每张纸币可以得到 10 美元！”他笑了，走开了。
在姆拜尔，美元交易员用扩音器用撕破的钞票招揽生意。这里只接受完好的纸币——因此他们以较低的价格购买损坏的纸币。
但黑市外汇交易商发现自己正处于当局打压的中心，他们急于支撑本周正式流通的新货币。
具有讽刺意味的是，就像这个国家所有触犯法律的人一样，上周被捕的 60 多名货币交易商不得不以美元缴纳保释金。
想要房子吗？您必须以美国货币付款。
学费？美元。一位同事告诉我，他的四个孙子——年龄从 8 岁到 18 岁左右——自 1 月份以来就没有上过学，因为家里无法筹到钱。
一辆车？请使用美国货币。
租？新的津巴布韦护照？都是美国货币。
这怎么可能呢？该国大部分人靠汇款生存。
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津巴布韦万亿美元钞票经销商
女儿和儿子加入了大规模的人才外流，移居全球各地工作，并将美元转移给陷入困境的家庭。
“这太不可思议了。就像我们坐在仓鼠轮子上一样，”一位不愿透露姓名的经济学家告诉我。
“同样的错误，另一种货币在宣布之前没有人知道。然而这个国家却没有生产力。
他说：“即使是他们所锚定的黄金也无法以足够快的速度开采，因为大部分黄金都被盗了。”他指的是与政府高级官员有联系的人将大量黄金走私出津巴布韦的指控。
就连总统埃默森·姆南加古瓦也发现自己对卷入丑闻的亲属的滑稽行为感到尴尬。
这位曾经为政府工作的经济学家表示：“这是奇迹般的货币，是印出来的，而不是制造出来的，因此毫无用处。”
他解释说，公务员的工资部分以美元支付，部分以当地货币支付——如果有的话。
“这是一场斗争和混乱。告诉我谁按时收到工资，我就给你买一杯威士忌，”他补充道。
许多公民迫切希望逃离这一混乱局面，非法越境进入南非，寻找难以捉摸的经济可持续未来。
尽管津巴布韦有两个经济现实在发挥作用 - 在首都较富裕的北郊，您会发现购物中心出售比利时巧克力、国际葡萄酒和超大奶酪汉堡，而这些购物中心不需要当地货币。
津巴布韦哈拉雷的 Farai Sevenzo 冰淇淋卖家 Amos Mhere - 2024 年 5 月 3 日Farai Sevenzo
周五，冰淇淋卖家 Amos Mhere 收到了一位顾客寄来的第一张 Zig 纸条
对于其他人来说，Zig 笔记将成为现实。当地的一位冰淇淋卖家告诉我，周五下午，一位顾客给了他第一张纸条。
“我还不了解 Zigs，但如果我看到它们流通，我就会使用它们。我们别无选择，无法获得美元。”他说。
但和迪利瓦约女士一样，他也很不高兴，也不相信这些纸币能保值。
园丁同意道：“这就像新闻纸。它不会持续太久。”
有些人不可避免地开玩笑说这个名字是如何概括这个国家曲折的经济的。
哈拉雷的其他人则用方言说 Zig 代表“Zimbabwe i gehena”，在修纳语中意思是“津巴布韦是地狱”。
Farai Sevenzo 是哈拉雷的一名自由广播员和电影制片人。
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"Iż-Żimbabwe qed jiżgiża għal aktar kaos tal-munita?
Sylvia Dhliwayo, esperta fil-firxa tal-ostakli tal-ekonomija taż-Żimbabwe mifnija mill-kriżi u n-negozjar tal-ħafna muniti involuti, hija mqalleb.
Hija taħdem ħafna kuljum biex tibgħat l-erba’ wliedha l-iskola. Tqum fl-04:00 il-biċċa l-kbira ta’ filgħodu, tmur lejn is-suq ewlieni f’Mbare fil-kapitali, Harare, biex tixtri qamħirrum, karawett, doughnuts, bajd u pasti biex tbigħ fil-post tat-triq tal-viċinat tagħha.
Mit-tadam sal-avokado, qsari għal ħwejjeġ użati, Mbare huwa ċentru tal-kummerċ u n-negozjanti hemmhekk jistabbilixxu l-prezzijiet, li jinbidlu kuljum fl-ekonomija li tvarja.
Dak li rrabja lis-Sinjura Dhliwayo u negozjanti oħra hija l-aħħar mossa mill-gvern biex jintroduċi munita lokali ġdida.
Sylvia DhliwayoFarai Sevenzo
Ma tawna l-ebda twissija. Aħna niffrankaw u niffrankaw il-flus inutli tagħhom u mil-lum għal għada n-noti ma jiswew xejn""
Sylvia Dhliwayo
Negozjant tal-monti tas-suq
“Ma tawna l-ebda twissija. Aħna niffrankaw u niffrankaw il-flus inutli tagħhom u mil-lum għal għada n-noti ma jiswew xejn,” tgħidli hija eżasperata.
Magħruf bħala l-Zig, li tirrappreżenta ""deheb taż-Żimbabwe"", ġiet introdotta xahar ilu u tissostitwixxi l-munita diġitali RTGS u l-flus kontanti ""bonds"".
Din il-mossa suppost tgħin biex jiġu indirizzati l-inflazzjoni u l-iperinflazzjoni - marda li ilha ż-Żimbabwe għal dawn l-aħħar għoxrin sena. Dan wassal lill-gvern biex jabolixxi d-dollaru taż-Żimbabwe fl-2009 u minn dakinhar, ħafna nies ilhom jużaw id-dollaru Amerikan.
Eżatt qabel ma tnieda z-Zig, stajt nixtri pakkett ta 'karawett mis-Sinjura Dhliwayo għal $ 0.50 (£ 0.40) jew Z $ 2,500 bond notes.
Iżda meta l-Gvernatur tal-Bank tar-Riżerva John Mushayavhanu ta liż-Żimbabwe tliet ġimgħat biex jiskambjaw in-noti tal-bonds tagħhom, tilfu l-valur żgħir li kellhom immedjatament - il-borża tal-karawett sparat sa Z$40,000, għalkemm sa dak iż-żmien is-Sinjura Dhliwayo aċċettat biss ħlas f’dollari Amerikani.
Ħafna għall-eżasperazzjoni ulterjuri tas-Sinjura Dhliwayo, hija għadha qed tinnegozja biss f'dollari Amerikani.
In-negozjanti jixtiequ jużaw il-munita lokali biex jagħtu lill-klijenti l-bidla peress li hemm nuqqas ta 'muniti Amerikani. Is-supermarkits ħafna drabi jagħżlu li jagħtu bidla fil-lollipops.
Is-Sinjura Dhliwayo kienet tuża Zigs li kieku kien hemm - iżda l-aktar teżisti b'mod diġitali, u f'post fejn in-nies rarament jistgħu jiċċarġjaw it-telefowns tagħhom minħabba qtugħ ta' dawl, huma l-flus kontanti li jgħoddu.
“Il-flus il-ġodda għadhom mhumiex disponibbli, huma biss fuq it-telefowns tan-nies u fil-kontijiet bankarji. Kollox, assolutament kollox, għadu f’dollari Amerikani.”
Getty Images Ħaddiem ta' supermarket f'bank tal-forn, fejn il-prezzijiet huma murija f'dollari Amerikani u Żimbabwe Zigs, Harare, Żimbabwe - 30 ta' April 2024Getty Images
It-tikketti tal-prezzijiet fis-supermarkits issa huma kemm f'dollari Amerikani kif ukoll f'Zigs
Is-Sur Mushayavhanu laqat attitudni ta 'sfida fil-bidu ta' April meta introduċa l-munita sostnuta mid-deheb, u qal li sar fuq parir tal-Bank Dinji.
“Jekk se twaħħalni, fil-fatt qed twaħħal fuq il-Bank Dinji,” qal, filwaqt li ħeġġeġ liż-Żimbabwe xbajja li jaraw flushom jisparixxu minn ġurnata għall-oħra biex ikollhom paċenzja.
“Forsi ma tawnax parir kif suppost. U jekk ma tawnax parir kif suppost, tajjeb. Ejja nirfinawh.”
Iżda peress li din hija s-sitt darba li l-munita lokali nbidlet f’20 sena, in-nuqqas ta’ fiduċja taż-Żimbabwe jinftiehem.
Id-dollaru taż-Żimbabwe, li l-ogħla denominazzjoni tiegħu f’ħin wieħed kienet Z$100 triljun, inbidel f’bearer cheques, agro cheques, RTGS u bonds.
Karta indipendenti lokali tal-Ħadd, The Standard, bemoaned in-nuqqas ta 'pubbliċità dwar il-bidla f'daqqa tal-munita lil Zigs hekk kif il-kumpaniji tat-telefon, is-supermarkits u t-trasport pubbliku kollha waqfu jaċċettaw l-inkarnazzjoni preċedenti, noti tal-bonds, bħala valuta legali.
It-turisti sabu lilhom infushom ma jistgħux jagħmlu pagamenti minn Visa peress li l-inċertezza dwar il-valur veru taż-Zig wassal biex il-karti tagħhom ma jistgħux jintużaw waqt li tkompli r-rikalibrazzjoni.
“Jekk iż-Zig ma jmurx bl-istess mod bħall-RTGS, bearer cheques, agro checks u bond notes li ġew qabel, allura jkun vantaġġ għaż-Żimbabwe li fil-passat raw it-tfaddil kollu tagħhom imħassar bl-inflazzjoni, ” sostna l-editorjal tal-karta.
Madankollu tista 'tara għaliex in-negozji huma riluttanti li jittrattaw dan.
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X'inhi r-rata tal-kambju Zig taż-Żimbabwe?
Ġardinar li jaħdem fin-Nofsinhar ta’ Harare werani nhar il-Ġimgħa filgħodu li kien qed jiġi offrut 12.91 Zig għal $1 fuq il-kont bankarju tat-telefon tiegħu – għalkemm ħaseb li l-prezz li jmur fit-toroq kien ta’ 13.50 Zig għal $1. Ftit sigħat wara bejjiegħ tal-ħwejjeġ second-hand fit-triq qal li kien qed jinnegozja fi 15 Zig għal $1.
Għal Maxwell Gombe, li jaqla’ l-għajxien billi jbiegħ karti tal-biljun u triljun dollaru qodma - tifkiriet tal-kollass ekonomiku - lit-turisti li jżuru l-postijiet splendenti tan-nazzjon, huwa negozju bħas-soltu.
“Dollari Amerikani għal karti tal-flus qodma... 500,000; biljuni; triljuni,” jgħajjat ​​għalkemm il-hailer qawwi tiegħu f’Harare, fejn jixtri n-noti qodma biex ibiegħu f’Victoria Falls.
“Jidher li jħobbu jkollhom biljun jew triljun dollaru fil-portmonijiet jew kartieri tagħhom. Nixtruhom għal $1 u nbigħuhom għal ħamsa. Jekk ikunu fis-sakra nistgħu nġibu $10 għal kull nota!” Jidħaq u jitlaq.
F'Mbare, in-negozjanti tad-dollaru Amerikan jużaw hailers qawwijin biex jagħmlu negozju f'noti mqattgħin. Hawnhekk huma aċċettati biss noti iqarmeċ - għalhekk jixtru dawk bil-ħsara bi prezz aktar baxx.
Iżda n-negozjanti tal-kambju tas-suq iswed qed isibu lilhom infushom fiċ-ċentru ta 'repressjoni mill-awtoritajiet, anzjużi li jsostnu l-munita l-ġdida li uffiċjalment daħlet fiċ-ċirkolazzjoni din il-ġimgħa.
Ironikament – ​​kif inhu l-każ ta’ kull min isib ruħu fuq in-naħa ħażina tal-liġi f’dan il-pajjiż – l-aktar minn 60 negozjant tal-valuta arrestati l-ġimgħa li għaddiet kellhom ipoġġu l-pleġġ f’dollari Amerikani.
Trid dar? Trid tħallas fil-munita Amerikana.
Miżati tal-iskola? dollari Amerikani. Kollega qalli erbgħa min-neputijiet tiegħu – li jvarjaw fl-età minn madwar tmienja sa 18 – ilhom ma jmorru l-iskola minn Jannar peress li l-familja ma tistax tiġbor il-flus.
Karozza? Munita Amerikana, jekk jogħġbok.
Kera? Passaport ġdid taż-Żimbabwe? Il-munita Amerikana kollha.
U dan kif huwa possibbli? Il-biċċa l-kbira tan-nazzjon jgħix fuq ir-rimessi.
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Negozjant ta' karti ta' triljun dollaru taż-Żimbabwe
Ulied ulied li ngħaqdu ma’ telf ta’ mħuħ kbir u marru madwar id-dinja biex jaħdmu u jittrasferixxu dollari Amerikani lil familji li qed jitħabtu.
“Huwa inkredibbli. Qisu qegħdin fuq rota tal-ħamster,” qalli ekonomista, li talab li ma jissemmiex.
“L-istess żbalji, munita oħra li ħadd ma kien jaf bihom qabel it-tħabbira tagħha. U madankollu l-pajjiż m'għandux produttività.
""Anke d-deheb li qabdu miegħu ma jistax jiġi mminat malajr biżżejjed għaliex il-biċċa l-kbira minnu qed jinsteraq,"" huwa qal, filwaqt li rrefera għal allegazzjonijiet li ammonti kbar ta 'deheb ġew kuntrabandu 'l barra miż-Żimbabwe minn nies b'rabtiet ma' uffiċjali għolja tal-gvern.
Anke l-President Emmerson Mnangagwa sab ruħu imbarazzat mill-antiki tal-qraba li nqabdu fl-iskandlu.
""Dan huma flus miraklu, stampati u mhux magħmula - u għalhekk inutli,"" qal l-ekonomista, li darba ħadem għall-gvern.
Spjega li l-impjegati taċ-ċivil jitħallsu parti mis-salarju tagħhom f’dollari Amerikani u parti fil-munita lokali – jekk xejn.
“Kienet taqbida u taħwid. Urini xi ħadd li jkun tħallas fil-ħin u nixtrilek whisky,” żied jgħid.
Ħafna ċittadini, iddisprati li jaħarbu minn dan it-taħsir, jaqsmu illegalment lejn l-Afrika t'Isfel biex ifittxu futur ekonomikament sostenibbli elużiv.
Għalkemm hemm żewġ realtajiet ekonomiċi logħob fiż-Żimbabwe - fis-subborgi tat-Tramuntana l-aktar sinjuri tal-kapitali, issib ċentri kummerċjali biċ-ċikkulati Belġjani, inbejjed internazzjonali u burgers tal-ġobon kbar ħafna, fejn il-munita lokali mhix meħtieġa.
Farai Sevenzo Bejjiegħ tal-ġelati Amos Mhere f'Harare, Żimbabwe - 3 ta' Mejju 2024Farai Sevenzo
Il-bejjiegħ tal-ġelat Amos Mhere irċieva l-ewwel nota tiegħu Zig mingħand klijent nhar il-Ġimgħa
Għal kulħadd, in-noti Zig se jsiru realtà. Bejjiegħ lokali tal-ġelat qalli li ngħata l-ewwel nota tiegħu minn klijent nhar il-Ġimgħa wara nofsinhar.
“Għadni ma nifhimx lil Zigs imma jekk narahom fiċ-ċirkolazzjoni nużahom. M'hemm l-ebda għażla li m'għandniex ilkoll aċċess għal dollari Amerikani, ""qal.
Iżda bħas-Sinjura Dhliwayo, huwa mhux kuntent u m'għandux fidi fin-noti li jżommu l-valur tagħhom.
Il-ġardinar qabel: “Hu bħal karta tal-gazzetti. Mhux se jdum.”
U xi wħud qed jagħmlu ċ-ċajt inevitabbli dwar kif l-isem jiġbor fil-qosor l-ekonomija żigżag ta’ dan il-pajjiż.
Oħrajn f'Harare ħadu l-lingwa vernakulari u jgħidu li Zig jirrappreżenta ""Zimbabwe i gehena"", li jfisser fi Shona, ""Żimbabwe huwa infern"".
Farai Sevenzo huwa xandar freelance u produttur tal-films ibbażat f'Harare.
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🪞 “It's much easier to get in that it is to get out,” Emilie Autumn used to say. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4.1 - Part 4.2
She was not wrong. Welcome back to the Asylum write-up!
In this installment, we're finally getting down to the nitty-gritty of the enmity between EA and her fans.
It's time for war. It's time for blood. It's time... for tea. 🎵

THE PRESENT DAY: “ASK ME ANYTHING (WELL, NOT QUITE)”

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"Ask me anything" titles are catchy, and that’s why I’m using one. But, obviously, don’t ask me anything, by which I mean that, if you think I wouldn’t answer it, you’re probably right. Ask me something really good. I’d love to answer you. I’d love to have comments on these posts, in fact, so that I could answer questions there regularly and ask you things as well, but insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results, or so Einstein is supposed to have said, and attempting to create yet another interactive online venue after every previous attempt has ended in heartbreak—forums, facebook groups, social media accounts—it would indeed be insanity to think that this time would be any different. So there are no comments. This too is heartbreaking in the sense that, and you may not realize this, but I desperately want to connect more completely with you—to be able to intelligently converse and share and exchange. We can do that in person, of course, because the wrong people never show up in person. Isn’t that funny… So, perhaps we’ll have to arrange that;). I’ll start you off with an example question I’d want to know if I were you (I can almost guarantee that you do not want to know this). Q. Hey EA, how do you keep your wireless bodypack transmitter secure when you are leaping about in skimpy costumes and doing frequent costume changes? Also, dye your roots. A. Fantastic question, EA, and I just dyed my roots thank you very much. ... (Deleted blog post followed by a year of radio silence, 2022 📝)

Sooo. For the past five-ish years, the vibe in the Asylum has been that of a protracted Christmas dinner where everyone is tensely moving their food around in their plate, bracing themselves for whatever will trigger the screaming match. Wondering what it's going to be this time. Weary old-timers make small talk about the food because no other topic feels safe. Every glance, every forced smile, is fraught with eons-old grudges and unspoken regrets; every nervous pleasantry sounds like a thinly-veiled accusation. Aunt Emilie always insists on hosting, but not-so-secretly hates having people over. Sooner or later, she finds a way to get all of these assholes out of her house. Most of the adult children are daydreaming about going no-contact.
Everyone ready for some dysfunctional family history?
CW for discussion of bullying, online harassment, mental illness stigma.

YE OLDEN DAYS: CUCKOOS OF A FEATHER NEST TOGETHER

In the beginning, it was beautiful.
EA had the excellent instinct to start banking on her online presence📝 long before MySpace was even a thing. She had a website, several online stores, an active LiveJournal and a ProBoards forum right from the turn of the millennium.
In 2004, she attached an official forum to her website; the earliest archive shows 74 registered users. By the time Opheliac came out in 2006, that number had grown tenfold. And it was, by most accounts, a pretty dope place to be! (I should specify that this write-up focuses on the anglophone side of the fandom: there were also thriving fan-run communities in at least German, French, and Spanish. Because EA doesn't speak any of those languages, the lucky bastards were mostly left alone.)
Forum users enjoyed interacting with some of EA's closest IRL friends and associates – and with the mistress of the house herself (user flair: PsychoFiddler), when she occasionally responded to comments under her own posts. But that wasn't even the main appeal for many. For a long time, on top of all EA-related topics, the official forum had very active “Off-Topic” subforums, with lively and friendly conversation on a variety of subjects. (There was even a “Filthy Libertines (18+)” sub for a while, which was closed due to preemptive concerns about minors.) Swear words (not slurs) were allowed and encouraged, and moderation was overall pretty loose beyond basic enforcement of civility. There was a lot of mutual support, creativity, and solid banter going around.

It wasn't just about Emilie on the forums. People could chat about almost anything with near free reign, making connections and lifelong friends. ... This community mattered SO MUCH to people. They felt included, accepted, and understood within the walls of the Asylum. People invested their time and creative energy into keeping the forums a vibrant, active community, and made sure that carried over into the real world. ... I've never seen anything like it in a fan space. I doubt I ever will again. (@Asylum_Oracle - “Fandom History” Instagram highlight 🔍📝, which contains most of the sources for this segment.)

And it did, indeed, carry over into the real world. There were numerous meet-ups – a few organized by EA, many more spontaneous. People who didn't know any other EA fans in real life, or were just excited to add new Plague Rats to their friend group, would regularly connect with other forum users from their area to meet up and hang out before EA shows. “Who else is dressing up??”
In 2008, for instance, EA held an afternoon meet-up at Lincoln Park in Chicago. 📺 The event was free to attend; it featured live acoustic music and a reading from EA's upcoming book, the intriguingly-titled Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls.
On the appointed day, EA rolled up in a fabulously tousled red wig, bedazzled white corset and steampunk-altered wedding dress. She had brought friends alongs. Sporting blue hair and a pink bustle and corset was her Chicago bestie, the main forum admin. Rocking a guitar and a top hat was EA's sound engineer, the soft-spoken wizard behind the Victoriandustrial sound, who was also a forum mod. The photographer from the original Opheliac cover art was there as well; he was formally introduced by EA and got his own round of applause.

People who would never normally be involved in an artist's fanbase were in EA's world. And not only were they known – they were respected and incredibly active with the fanbase. These people who managed an online message board were willing to engage in real-world meet-ups (with no security??) because of how tight-knit the community they had built was. People turned out to this event. People traveled to go to this event. It was a short reading of a book that hadn't been released yet, and wouldn't be for some time. Why? Because not only was it a chance to meet Emilie and listen to parts of the new book, but it was also a chance to hang out with their friends from the Asylum. ... The fandom really was a family for a lot of people. (@Asylum_Oracle)

“SERIOUSLY, GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE.”

It all started with The End.
The End Records, that is! Quick refresher: in 2009, after three years or so with Trisol, EA split from the label over allegations that the owner was embezzling money from ticket sales. A few months later, she signed with The End Records. Understandably, EA still wanted to sell the album that had made her famous, and to which she had smartly retained the rights – which meant a brand new, “Deluxe” release of Opheliac. (Remember, from part 3? The one you could pre-order as a bundle with the book? Some projects are just cursed, I guess.)
At that point, Opheliac had been released three times already, as recently as the year before, with only slight variations in format and tracklist. (Yes, that is a theme in this story.) The End Records version would feature new cover art and a handful of new tracks, but overall, it was... you know... the same album.
(The following paragraphs are largely sourced from this excellent recap 🔍📝, which also provides potato screenshots for all quotes.)
One fateful day of August 2009, a user started a thread entitled “Opheliac US edition deluxe re-release??” in the “EA News” subforum. In the thread, some people were kind of balking at the re-do, pondering whether to buy the “new” Opheliac or sit this one out. Some expressed that after three years, they were jonesing for a new album. Others shared what B-sides or dream covers they would have liked to see included on the bonus disc. Just... fans being fans, in a fan discussion space.
And then EA jumped out from behind the curtains.

Fan: Okay. Before I start, I just want you to know that I think it's very good that EA is getting more popularity, and that she can release lots of albums, but - are 5 editions of the same album really needed? You may say now “ah, it's not the same, it has 2 bonus tracks” or whatever, but I mean: it's not new material. Now don't get me wrong. I'm happy for it, maybe I'll even buy it, but I'm just wondering if she shouldn't keep herself busy with other (maybe more important) stuff? * hides * EA: Nobody's forcing you to buy it. Thanks.

Record scratch.

Fan 1: is this Opheliac release version number 4? lol If she's recording NEW tracks, then surely they deserve to be sold by themselves, otherwise people are going to have to buy an album that they may have already bought twice (like me!). But... alas, I am a fool and adore everything this woman does... im buying it lol Fan 2: exactly – if it was just reissuing the last version of Opheliac to tap into new markets that would be fine (...) but if they start adding extra bits of material to albums people already have then the true muffins are going to feel obliged to buy new copies (...) EA: How exactly are you obliged to buy anything? Nobody is forcing you to spend a fucking penny, my dears. I suppose it would make more sense to you to simply not have my records available any more as the old label I just escaped from will no longer be distributing them? Forgive me for adding extra tracks. No obligation necessary.

...Okay, so I'm pretty sure that we can see both sides of the argument here. Fans are annoyed at the idea of spending money on barely-anything-new, because they love EA and buy every single CD she releases. EA is exasperated by fans acting like she's twisting their arm and somehow resenting the inclusion of new material, when she was just ensuring that her album would remain available for purchase and trying to keep things interesting.
But maybe we can also agree that those replies should have been screamed into a pillow rather than typed out on a keyboard.
EA was getting increasingly (and, I'll just say it: disproportionately) sarcastic and defensive in her replies. Enter poor FantineDormouse.
FantineDormouse meant well, I think. Maybe she thought, she's spiraling. Maybe she thought, friends don't let friends go down that road. Granted, FantineDormouse probably should have known better than to phrase it the way she did. Or to assume that EA perceived her as a friend.
Either way, at some point, FantineDormouse jumped in and posted the comment that finally made EA lose it. THE comment which, overnight, ended the honeymoon period of the Asylum, triggering a doomsday domino effect from which the fandom would never truly recover. Are you comfortably seated?

FantineDormouse: Uhm, Emilie, love, I don't mean to sound rude or anything... but maybe you should have a cup of tea and relax a little.

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* sound of archduke getting shot *

EA: Excuse me? You can throw this onslaught of absolute cruel bullshit at me and those I work with in my own space that I own, and I can't say anything back? How fucking patronizing. Relax? Are you fucking kidding me? Who the fuck do you think you're talking to? FD: I'm not trying to piss you off even more, Emilie. And trust me, I have to deal with it myself, and as much as I would really love to punch the cunts I have to deal with in the face, I don't. You're pissed off, I get it. You're bipolar, which makes it 10x worse, I get that. I'm just not the person to stand around and do nothing when a fight where I'm pretty sure there will be a lot of regret is going on.

Famous last words. Literally! Immediately after EA delivered her irate closing statement – which includes one of my all-time favorite EA zingers, bolded...

EA: I cannot believe this... You just don't stop, do you? So just because I've shared the personal information with you all that I happen to be bipolar, I can't get pissed off at all of you being perfectly awful in the very space that I pay fuckloads a month to have up (has it ever occurred to you all that I pay dearly for this space you play around in?) Why not just tell me that I must be upset because it's my time of the month? Seriously, get the fuck out of my house. You are unbelievable, and your level of patronization is almost criminal. Don't make me write another book. With muffins like you, who needs enemies? Nothing I say or feel is legitimate, not ever ever ever because I'm bipolar... discredited before I begin... unbelievable...

...FantineDormouse got permabanned.
Jaws dropped. After days of infighting between white knights, detractors, and crossfire negotiators, several mod resignations, and general mayhem surrounding the ban, EA made a post entitled “In Which: I Invite You to Make a Fucking Choice.” 📝 For brevity's sake (cue laugh track), I can't reproduce it in all of its righteous splendor, but it's quite a read. It runs the gamut from fair and articulate points about how mental illness shouldn't be used to discredit someone's legitimate anger... to histrionic commands that “deserters to the cause” should “turn in their weapons” if they can't handle her way of doing things.

To those of you who appear not to understand why said posts, most especially those of the banned party, were offensive to me, I give you the option to either educate yourselves on your own time and in your own space (because please never forget that this is my space that I share with all of you at my own expense, and in which I generally give you all the freedom I would wish for myself), or to resign your posts in the Asylum Army – this is not the place for you, and I humbly suggest that you turn your attention and support towards other artists of a more placid, non-controversial, and less opinionated nature; there are more than enough of them out there, and I’m sure they all have forums of their own.

Some fans did leave. Most stuck around, whiplashed. Soon, the storm quieted down, and business as usual resumed on the forum. But something had been damaged beyond repair. The FantineDormouse fiasco had erected walls and drawn lines in the sand, both around EA and among her fans; its sad specter would haunt every Asylum crisis that spiked up forever after. “Fucking Patronizing Fucking” or “FPF” 🔍 became memetic shorthand in the fandom for overreaction and self-righteousness. 🐀
...And now you understand why, in the following years, some fans were so delicate and diplomatic in voicing their very legitimate complaints about messed-up orders, unsigned books, and puzzling lies... while unofficial platforms like Tumblr flourished with pent-up resentment and snark. 🦠

A NOTE ON HARASSMENT: “MAD GIRL, CAN YOU BELIEVE WHAT THEY'VE DONE TO YOU?”

Wouldn't they stop When you asked them to leave you alone? (“Mad Girl”, 2008 🎵)

Now, let's be clear, because it should not be minimized: EA has also been the target of genuine online harassment. Based on the simple fact that she is a woman with a public presence on the internet, I have zero doubt that EA has received (and perhaps continues to receive) more than her share of truly vile, bigoted, creepy and threatening messages – and, knowing what I know about the darker recesses of the Asylum, a terrifying amount of emotional blackmail and obsessive projection from people who hold her to punitively high standards. I'm also inclined to believe that it started way before she ever did anything that warranted any backlash. And that fucking sucks. It's repulsive and inexcusable, and the people who harass her should crawl into a hole and live among the worms.
Notwithstanding. In my decade-plus of following EA drama, the public comments on EA's own platforms (where people knew she was likely to be reading) have been, for the most part... civil and nuanced, and relatively mindful of the human? Even very confrontational comments (some clearly written from a place of anger and desire to shame) rarely resorted to outright name-calling or cruelty. When abusive or bigoted language did crop up, it was often promptly shut down by other fans as gross and uncalled for. In short: I have, with mine own two eyes, in real time, read some of the comment sections that EA described as cesspools of blind rage and odious attacks, and... I just couldn't see it.
If anything, for a long time, a lot of the angry comments directed at EA during any given controversy read more like break-up letters to an ex-best friend: harsh, curt and targeted in a way that cuts deep.... but also kind of screams how much love you still have for this person, against your better judgement.
Not that it wouldn't mess a person up to get hundred of those in a matter of hours, even if they don't individually qualify as “abusive”.
It's worth noting that prior to becoming semi-famous and regretting it, EA was also (by her own account and among other forms of abuse) a victim of intense childhood bullying. It feels like the two situations are closely connected in her mind when her focus seamlessly transitions from one to the other. 📺 I don't think that tremor in her voice is put on.
Based on her writings, I get the feeling that over the years, EA has developed a very black-and-white view of two monolithic groups of people. There's (an idealized vision of) her “real audience”, well-dressed, well-read, kind-hearted, and Asylum-savvy, who she fully trusts to “get it” – and buy it, and love it, unquestioningly, whatever “it” may be at any given time – because that is the true measure of love and loyalty. These are the people she makes art and merch for, the people she writes heart-emoji-filled newsletters to, and desperately longs to see in person again.
And then there's the lynch mob, those who really don't “get it”: the trolls, the faceless creeps, the basement-dwelling mouthbreathers, the ones who stalk her every move obsessively, waiting for any chance to spam her with vicious abuse and slander and obscenities. The latter only exist online (they are manifested into arbitrary existence by the internet itself, not by anything EA said or did), and there is zero overlap between the two sets of people. That seems to be the official narrative.

The "public eye" isn't an [enviable] place to be, and the closer I've come to it, the more horrified I've been. Because, for starters, who is "the public?" Is "the public" my audience? Hell no. My audience is special. They are not the general public. If they were the general public I would be a lot wealthier. The "public eye" means getting stalked, harassed, viscously judged, and put in danger. If I do things in the future that gain notoriety, I will do them in spite of fame, not because of it. I am out for world domination, but not fame. (Interview for The Moaning Times, 2014 📝)

In real life (well, mostly online, but I mean: on this shared plane of existence), things play out slightly differently. The Venn diagram of “true blue fans” and “people who criticize EA" and "people who know way too much about EA” is a circle. The call is 100% coming from inside the Asylum, and I think EA rationally knows that. But here's the thing: no matter how many shows and meet-and-greets you've dressed up for, how many loving and supportive comments you've left, or how many family heirlooms you once pawned to purchase a copy of the not-for-sale 2003 DJ pressing of Enchant... the instant EA feels attacked, everyone is a saboteur and a bully until proven otherwise, and suspected treason is dealt with on the spot. One strike, you're out. Unfortunately for everyone involved, her threshold for bullying seems to be “any remotely thoughtless opinion from any stranger on the internet”.
It makes for outstanding human-interest entertainment... but it also sounds an awful lot like the unhealthy patterns of a person suffering from all sorts of PTSD. 🔍 So, please bear that in mind as you read through this write-up. It's easy to make EA out to be the sole villain, a paranoid and delusional drama queen, based on her extreme reactions to things that often “weren't that bad”. Anything can, in fact, be “that bad” when you're thrown back into the very worst moments of your existence every time your brain decides that the situation is even remotely similar.
PTSD takes over your rational mind and actively distorts your perception of reality. That can be how a person ends up impulse-reacting to “a few people expressing an unfavorable opinion” as if the entire internet had just ganged up on them with knives. Which makes their audience feel unjustly accused, which makes them hostile, which gives the person actual good reason to feel attacked... and so the cycle of hurt continues.

You know the games I play And the words I say When I want my own way You know the lies I tell When you've gone through hell And I say I can't stay You know how hard it can be To keep believing in me When everything and everyone Becomes my enemy, and when There's nothing more you can do I'm gonna blame it on you – It's not the way I wanna be I only hope that in the end You will see: It's the Opheliac in me... (“Opheliac”, 2006 🎵)

And YES, it is extremely regrettable to have this as a trigger, when you're a public figure and you're bound to receive more negative feedback than the average citizen. “It's what she signed up for”, “it comes with the territory” and all that jazz. I really don't think EA was unaware of that fact when she decided to become a musician, share her personal life, and form an intense parasocial bond with her audience. But maybe she underestimated how hard it would be to process and recover from.
Just because you expect something unpleasant to happen, doesn't mean your psyche will be ready to handle it when it does – or that you'll pick the best and most effective strategy to deal with it.

A MADHOUSE UNDER MARTIAL LAW: MARCHING INTO THE FORUM WARS

There are two sides to every story... except for this one! (“If I Burn”, 2012 🎵)

You may have noted the military imagery in EA's “Make a Fucking Choice” response post – “resign your post in the Asylum Army”! What do psychiatry and the military have in common? They're both institutions of top-down social control. 🔍 EA's mixed metaphor may be a bit clunky, but it did foreshadow the evolution of the Asylum – in terms of aesthetics and power dynamics – in the years that followed the FantineDormouse incident and the release of The Book.
EA's next big release after the Asylum book came in 2012. It was a new album, an outline of the soon-to-be Asylum musical, called Fight Like a Girl (FLAG for short). As the name suggests, the main mood was bellicose. Incidentally, in the interim years, EA's communication style generally became noticeably more combative, incendiary, and (within her own spaces) controlling.📝 You remember those quirky word filters on the forum, that would change “fan” to “muffin” and “bra” to “teacup holder”? They kind of took on a Nineteen-Eighty-Four-burlesque flavor when you realized that one filter automatically changed “Fischkopf” to “Liddell” - and that circumventing the rule to address her totally real last name would get you banned, as would any discussion of her family. (“Wikipedia, random internet sites and heresay are not credible sources.” - Mod reminder of forum rules, 2010.)
Also, you try sustaining a serious, grown-up conversation among concerned fans about how Emilie Autumn should “take ratsponsibility for her mistakes out of ratspect for her muffins”. Thus, the official Asylum forum kept a tight grip on overt criticism of EA's claims and actions.

The Emilie Autumn forum is a dystopian hell. Truth be told, when I decided to leave you could not do anything but gush about Emilie. Otherwise all of her extremist arse kissing fans will be down your throat, ripping you apart in seconds, if you so much as questioned her behaviour. So much for freedom of opinion, let alone the idea of creating a harmonious community for ‘outcasts’. Hahaha. (2014 🐀)

The word filter thing really wasn't a big deal – I'm just pointing it out as one goofy expression of EA's need to control the narrative and rhetoric, which became especially noticeable in those post-book, pre-FLAG years. By that point, EA's fuse had been shortened by near on half a decade of non-stop touring / recording / writing / promoting / adjusting to the pressure and demands of an ever-growing fanbase, while also dealing with a horrorshow of personal turmoil and health issues behind the scenes. In other words: she was done taking any shit, in any form, or humoring anyone's ridiculous feedback regarding anything.
To be fair, it was never her forte to begin with. Will it come as a shock if I tell you that EA doesn't have the greatest track record for successful collaborative work? Let's do a quick-cut montage!
EA's very first corporate sponsor was her mother's “Enchant Clothing & Costume” online store 🔍; she went on to claim that her mother was dead. She sessioned for Billy Corgan, that went super well. 🎵 She liked Courtney Love for a minute, but that didn't work out because she felt that Courtney only valued her for her pee. 📝 (It probably didn't help that in early 2006, while EA was recording her post-break-up-tell-all album about Corgan, C-Love was recording her post-rehab-redemption album with Corgan. 🔍 Either way, EA didn't seem to like Courtney anymore after that. Courtney likes her, though! 📝) The one artist EA has ever approached for a duet (and by approached, I mean she recorded a demo and threw the CD on stage when he played Chicago in 2004) was, of all people, Morrissey. That never came to pass, thank mercy 🔍 – this fandom has suffered enough. In 2005, EA recorded some haunting vocals and violins for a potential collab with the frontman of Attrition. When, three years later, they were used on one track 🎵 of Attrition's All Mine Enemies Whisper, she alleged 📝 that the recordings had been obtained from her under the false pretense of a different project, then hideously altered to sound “out of tune”, and used without her permission. She enlisted her fans to boycott the album and the band, and threatened legal action. Meanwhile, on LiveJournal and Attrition's message boards, band associates were appalled: according to them, EA had been aware of the project's nature from the start... and had been completely unreachable, even through her label, during the months of its development. (Besides, Attrition is a semi-obscure English darkwave band from the 80s, whose micro-distributed albums don't even have their own Wikipedia pages... so I wonder what EA was hoping to get out of that theoretical lawsuit. These people own nothing but vintage gain pedals!) The song “Cold Hard Cash” 🎤 by Angelspit (who contributed a remix to one of her EPs in 2008) may or may not be an EA diss track. 🐀 Back when indie jewelry brand RockLove (which now has licensing deals with Disney, Marvel, and DC) was still someone's bedroom project, their first drop was an EA-inspired collection 🔍, which appears in many early Opheliac photoshoots. The partnership was terminated on bad terms, for unclear reasons; the RockLove owner shared in a statement that EA had “drunk the cool-aid” of Trisol Guy's shady business practices, and that the two of them had been spamming her with “crazed angry message[s]” for days.
Why am I talking about this? Because it was precisely one such ill-fated business partnership that triggered the Great Asylum Secession.
One fine day of spring 2010, the owner of vegan make-up brand Aromaleigh popped onto the Asylum forum to announce that they were cutting ties with EA, with damning receipts of copy-pasted emails (lost to time). Basically, the brand had been sponsoring her for half a decade, and while Aromaleigh had been actively promoting her music and tours, EA hadn't exactly been returning the favor. (Indeed, the extent of EA's sponcon seemed to have been a banner link to their website on her front page, and a single “random drunken endorsement” LiveJournal post that kind of reads like satire📝, from 2005.)
EA responded by banning the owner's account, deleting the thread, and posting this flippant statement a few days later:

Dearest Plague Rats, To be honest, I have no idea of what the hell happened with Aromaleigh, and I don't care to find out – the whole drama is a complete mystery to me, as I've been away for months touring and have not been in contact with anyone. All I know is that I've been promoting the company for ages and have not asked them for anything in years. (...) Please focus on more interesting things. I am. (“Save the Drama...” forum post, March 2010)

Posts questioning her good faith in the conflict were deleted from the forum. Shortly thereafter, citing how prolific and labor-intensive the Asylum forum had grown, EA shut down all non-EA related subforums – which, among many other topics, included a pretty active thread about Aromaleigh products.
So one Plague Rat decided to create a separate, members-only forum 📝, where users could recreate some of the now-defunct off-topic threads... and also freely voice their critical opinions of EA's behavior without fear of backlash from mods or rabid stans. Thus, “The Reform” was born. (Reform [n]: amendment of what is defective, vicious, corrupt, or depraved.)
For a few weeks, the two-state solution seemed to work fine. And then word spread among forum mods and other diehard fans that there was this horrid other forum, where obsessive haters gathered to spew disgusting lies and vitriol about EA... and soon enough, it was bedlam in the Asylum.
Any explicit mention of the Reform was forbidden on the Asylum forum. Suspicion of participation in the Reform would get you banned. The party line was that The Reform was the enemy 🐀 – even though a number of people were active on both forums, because they liked freedom of expression almost as much as they liked EA. Double agents would lurk on the forum and report back with snark material; sycophants would infiltrate the Reform to identify traitors – much to the amusement of the “haters”, who mocked them and their ilk for “licking EA's pink sparkly boots”. There was no containing the seething, or the sass, among Asylum ranks.
Pretty soon, the insubordination spread to Tumblr. There was the “Ask the Reform” Q&A blog, where questioning fans could interact with “Rebel Rats”, get more details on past drama, and make up their own minds about the people EA called bullies.
And then, there were the “confession blogs”, which published anonymous submissions about EA, positive, negative or neutral, with little censorship. Finally, you didn't even have to pick a throw-away username on a private forum to voice your hottest / strangest / most controversial EA takes. Fans could vent, rant, lament, wonder, shitpost to their heart's content, anonymously. Obviously, given the context of frustration and censorship in the fandom, a lot of the first waves of confessions were EXTREMELY negative.
EA's acolyte Veronica managed to get the first one shut down. If memory serves, she misunderstood the confession blog format, and may have believed that all the posts on “Emilie Autumn Confessions” came from one or a small group of individuals. She was genuinely devastated, and wrote the blog admin to let them know that they were a terrible person who said terrible things. The admin was mortified, apologized profusely and deleted the blog of their own initiative. (Which goes to show that the concept did not come from cruel and malicious anti-fans, as detractors often claimed.)
But a new blog sprung up almost immediately, with a different mod team, and did not surrender. And much like in EA's own book, once the Plague Rats found out that they possessed the gift of speech... well, they really took to it.
Established in 2011 and passed on through generation after generation of mod teams to the present day, Wayward Victorian Confessions would turn out to be the longest-lived institution in the EA fandom. For over a decade now, through all the bleakest nights and dankest debacles of the Asylum, and despite its initial reputation as a troll den, WVC has acted as a kind of neutral ground and vox populi for the active fanbase and anti-fanbase. (The last nominally-active EA fansite to date, She Fights Like a Girl, is actually an offshoot of WVC: one of the old admins created it as a database to answer “frequently asked questions” about EA.)
Wayward Victorian Confessions has now outlived every other EA platform, official and unofficial. Were it not for the continued existence of the “troll den”, what little fan community survives in 2024 would be non-existent, plain and simple. To quote from late 20th century Canadian philosophy: isn't it ironic?

I feel like [WVC] is the only place I feel any of that old Asylum community kind of feeling I felt before EA got so focused on the book. It sucks that it’s so full of unhappiness, and I wish she hadn’t poisoned the sanctuary she claimed to have built. It’s just kind of fallen apart, like a crumbling building. (🐀 2016)

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Platform(s): PC
Genre: Online Multiplayer Arena type game, Third Person Perspective.
Estimated year of release: 2000s
Graphics/art style: Looked like warcraft or old MOBAS.
Notable characters: Game had multiple characters with unique abilities:
One of them was a female (mage, i believe) using fire powers, fire would come down from the skies and damage opponents like a fire tornado, or ray. There was also a big Ogre with an ability to gain movement speed for a few seconds.
Notable gameplay mechanics: Players would select a character and wait in an coliseum-like arena behind bars, bars would fall and the Deathmatch would begin. After a few seconds dead you would respawn.
Other details: I played this game around 2009 and 2011 so i have very little memory of it. I cannot confirm if the female character had short hair but i think she did.
Maps would vary. One was a coliseum as i described, another would be like a forest with a "king of the hill" format with some stairs to reach the top from all sides. I also believe the game was a Team Deathmatch with 3 competing teams, separated by their colors and opposite spawning points. I do not know if i was playing a modded version of a game.
Obs: It is not Smite, LoL, Dota or any of the sort.

I recently bought a 2009 Mini Cooper S that currently sits at about 83k miles, I got it because my last car's sub frame rotted away and I needed a new car for work asap.
I have to say I love the car so far, sport mode I'm sure is all placebo but just feels more fast and the steering feels tighter with a much nicer noise.
The previous owner I don't feel particularly felt the same as the car doesn't seem to have been very loved, the clutch went within the first 3 weeks which thankfully warranty replaced but still.
I want to put some love into it, maybe a new coat of paint some fun mods, I guess my question is what can I do with it and is it the sort of car that will love me back if I put some love and finances into it? I know the thing needs new oil every trip to the shops because it's engine.
A friend told me "economy mapping" would be a good place to start but I wanted to ask the designated community who I feel would have a much better view point.
Thanks all!
PS. is there any use trying to find a car play radio for it or am I stuck with that garishly large spedometer?

"Julius Malema - 南非激進議程製定者，帶領 EFF 進入 2024 年選舉
朱利葉斯·馬萊馬 (Julius Malema) 以挑戰界限而聞名。
他在普通議會會議上的演講點亮了社交媒體，他在近11 年前白手起家建立的政黨已經蓬勃發展成為南非第三大政黨，他的影響力不僅擴展到全國各地，還擴展到南非其他地方。
他的活力與激進的意識形態相結合，激勵了許多失望的南非人。但這位 43 歲的經濟自由鬥士 (EFF) 領導人受到了許多批評，他們指責他機會主義，並指出他曾兩次因使用仇恨言論而被定罪。
他的意見存在分歧，但也成功地將他的政黨打造成一支紀律嚴明的力量，在一些政策領域制定了議程。
馬勒馬（有時被稱為“Juju”）於 2012 年被執政黨非洲人國民大會 (ANC) 開除，他將 EFF 定位為非國大激進議程的真正繼承者，並揭露了執政黨的左翼。
歐洲前線軍總司令對南非不平等現象的不懈關注，以及非洲人國民大會未能充分地將土地從白人少數重新分配給黑人多數，導致他的前政黨失去了支持，而該政黨領導了反種族歧視鬥爭。
在2019年大選中，EFF贏得了近11%的選票和44個議會席次。民調機構益普索 (Ipsos) 表示，該黨今年的表現可能會類似。
同時，多項民調預測，非國大可能獲得30年來首次低於50%的選票，並失去議會多數席次。
議會中的 EFF 議員
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圖片說明，
EFF議員經常擾亂南非議會的進程
儘管馬萊馬先生和他的同事目前屬於少數黨，但可以說是議會中最引人注目的政治家。他們穿著紅色工裝褲——象徵著與南非勞工的團結——他們的政治風格導致了國會中的拳腳相加和罷工。
馬萊馬先生本人以引發爭議而聞名——在他的政治生涯中，他冒犯了各種各樣的人，從女權團體到白人農民，再到他自己的政治老闆。
他曾於2010 年和2011 年兩次因使用仇恨言論而被判有罪，第一次是因為他對指控前總統雅各布·祖馬強奸的婦女發表評論，第二次是因為唱了歌曲“射殺布爾人（南非荷蘭語）​​」。
就在去年，電子前線陣線主席在一場反對以色列加薩戰爭的抗議活動中對人群表示：「電子前線陣線明年接管時，將武裝哈馬斯，並確保哈馬斯擁有必要的裝備，從而引發了一場爭論。
巴勒斯坦組織哈馬斯，或在某些情況下僅其武裝派別，被以色列、美國、歐盟、英國和其他實體視為恐怖組織。
2016年，當與支持者談論土地分配緩慢時，馬萊馬警告：「將採取任何必要手段奪取土地。
“我們並不是呼籲屠殺白人。至少現在是這樣。我們呼籲的是和平佔領土地，我們不欠任何人為此道歉。”
馬萊馬先生的支持者喜歡這種好鬥的言辭，而他仍然是一位鼓舞人心的演說家，他對南非貧困黑人權利的強烈關注為他贏得了他們的愛戴。
他在年輕人中特別受歡迎，政客們都對這一人群垂涎不已，他們敏銳地意識到南非的平均年齡是28 歲。了轟動。
曾在肯亞接待馬萊馬先生的泛非研究所主席巴解組織盧蒙巴教授去年告訴英國廣播公司：「馬萊馬代表了年輕一代的非洲人，他們現在開始以吸引關鍵群眾的方式闡明泛非問題。
然而，政治分析家理查德·卡蘭表示，在他的祖國，馬勒馬先生不太可能贏得除了他「忠誠但規模不大」的追隨者之外的許多選票。
「我認為馬萊馬的品牌是不穩定的、反建制的……好戰的政治，有時甚至是暴力的政治——我只是認為它不會受到更廣泛的公眾的歡迎。”
Malema 先生出生於 1981 年，由家庭傭工母親 Flora 撫養長大。他在林波波省北部的一個小鎮塞謝戈長大。
他洩漏的最後一年成績顯示，這位未來的煽動者勉強以低於平均的成績勉強通過。這與那個在領導電子自由基金會取得政治影響力的同時獲得了兩個大學學位的人相去甚遠。
馬萊馬先生說，他九歲時加入了非洲人國民大會的少先隊運動，在那裡接受了武裝抵抗訓練，他只用了五年就成為非洲人國民大會青年聯盟的地區負責人。
但2008年當選為非國大青年聯盟領袖後，他才成為國家政治的關鍵人物。
作為領導人，他最早的行動是大聲競選祖馬先生接任——首先是作為非國大領導人，後來成為總統——告訴一群支持者他將「為祖馬殺人」。
但在祖馬 2009 年成為總統後，馬萊馬先生與祖馬的關係很快就惡化了。被非國大開除後，他於 2013 年組建了 EFF。
非國大與其支持基礎和核心價值保持距離的想法仍然是他的主題。
馬萊馬在介紹 EFF 2024 年宣言時表示，非國大「再現並加劇了種族隔離經濟不平等」。
宣言承諾為數百萬失業者創造就業機會，結束南非的輪流停電，並將礦場和銀行等經濟關鍵部分國有化。
經濟自由鬥士領導人朱利葉斯·馬萊馬於 2024 年 4 月 10 日星期三在南非約翰內斯堡接受采訪時
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圖片說明，
大約 56,000 人參加了馬勒馬先生的競選活動
然而，馬萊馬先生過去曾被指控背叛了他所倡導的左翼意識形態。
2013年，南非稅務局表示，該黨領導人欠稅超過100萬美元（86.5 萬英鎊）。
為了支付欠稅，馬萊馬先生不得不出售約翰內斯堡桑頓高檔郊區的一棟未完工的豪宅，其中包括一間電影院和一間雪茄休息室。
他還面臨與政府合約相關的欺詐和腐敗指控。法官裁定，三年後，由於長時間拖延對他的審判，這些指控於 2015 年被駁回。
他始終否認這些指控，並表示這些指控是出於政治動機。
2018 年，馬萊馬先生是被指控從一家名為 VBS 的銀行掠奪約 20 億蘭特（1.08 億美元；8,600 萬英鎊）的團夥之一。馬萊馬駁斥了這些指控，議會對此事的調查沒有得出結論，因為調查人員表示他們沒有「足夠的資訊」。
儘管過去十年充滿爭議，馬萊馬先生的吸引力幾乎沒有受到影響，但今年出現了新的挑戰。
南非《郵報與衛報》記者帕迪哈珀表示：“馬萊馬將在選舉中牢牢掌控該黨，但不會像他以前那樣牢牢掌控。”
他指出，據報道，馬勒馬先生和他的副手弗洛伊德·希瓦姆布之間關係緊張，而且電子前沿陣線在最近的補選中表現不佳。
EFF 還面臨來自 uMkhonto we Sizwe (MK) 的競爭，該黨去年剛成立，由前總統雅各布祖馬 (Jacob Zuma) 領導。據益普索 (Ipsos) 稱，MK 已經吸引了一些 EFF 支持者，特別是在祖馬先生的家鄉誇祖魯-納塔省。
這些障礙是否會阻礙馬萊馬先生一貫不畏困難的人，還有待觀察。
我們所知道的是，這位激進領導人發起了一場運動，以標誌性的活力將國家從非國大的控制下奪回，這為他贏得了大批忠實粉絲。
早在二月，當馬萊馬先生來到電子前哨基金會的宣言發布會時，數千名身著紅黨盛裝的支持者爆發了瘋狂。
他揮舞著這份文件的副本，向欽佩的人群宣布：“這是用來對付我們革命敵人的武器！”
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"Julius Malema - 南非激进议程制定者，带领 EFF 进入 2024 年选举
朱利叶斯·马莱马 (Julius Malema) 以挑战界限而闻名。
他在普通议会会议上的演讲点亮了社交媒体，他在近 11 年前白手起家建立的政党已经蓬勃发展成为南非第三大政党，他的影响力不仅扩展到全国各地，还扩展到南非其他地方。大陆也是如此。
他的活力与激进的意识形态相结合，激励了许多失望的南非人。但这位 43 岁的经济自由斗士 (EFF) 领导人受到了许多批评，他们指责他机会主义，并指出他曾两次因使用仇恨言论而被定罪。
他的意见存在分歧，但也成功地将他的政党打造成一支纪律严明的力量，在一些政策领域制定了议程。
马勒马（有时被称为“Juju”）于 2012 年被执政党非洲人国民大会 (ANC) 开除，他将 EFF 定位为非国大激进议程的真正继承者，并揭露了执政党的左翼。
欧洲前线军总司令对南非不平等现象的不懈关注，以及非洲人国民大会未能充分地将土地从白人少数重新分配给黑人多数，导致他的前政党失去了支持，而该政党领导了反种族歧视斗争。种族隔离。
在2019年大选中，EFF赢得了近11%的选票和44个议会席位。民意调查机构益普索 (Ipsos) 表示，该党今年的表现可能会类似。
与此同时，多项民意调查预测，非国大可能获得30年来首次低于50%的选票，并失去议会多数席位。
议会中的 EFF 议员
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EFF议员经常扰乱南非议会的进程
尽管马莱马先生和他的同事目前属于少数党，但可以说是议会中最引人注目的政治家。他们穿着红色工装裤——象征着与南非劳工的团结——他们的政治风格导致了国民议会中的拳脚相加和罢工。
马莱马先生本人以引发争议而闻名——在他的政治生涯中，他冒犯了各种各样的人，从女权团体到白人农民，再到他自己的政治老板。
他曾于 2010 年和 2011 年两次因使用仇恨言论而被判有罪，第一次是因为他对指控前总统雅各布·祖马强奸的妇女发表评论，第二次是因为唱了歌曲“射杀布尔人（南非荷兰语）”。
就在去年，电子前沿阵线主席在一场反对以色列加沙战争的抗议活动中对人群表示：“电子前沿阵线明年接管时，将武装哈马斯，并确保哈马斯拥有必要的装备，从而引发了一场争论。”为他们的人民而战。”
巴勒斯坦组织哈马斯，或在某些情况下仅其武装派别，被以色列、美国、欧盟、英国和其他实体视为恐怖组织。
2016年，当与支持者谈论土地分配缓慢时，马莱马警告说：“将采取任何必要手段夺取土地。
“我们并不是呼吁屠杀白人。至少现在是这样。我们呼吁的是和平占领土地，我们不欠任何人为此道歉。”
马莱马先生的支持者喜欢这种好斗的言辞，而他仍然是一位鼓舞人心的演说家，他对南非贫困黑人权利的强烈关注为他赢得了他们的爱戴。
他在年轻人中特别受欢迎，政客们都对这一人群垂涎不已，他们敏锐地意识到南非的平均年龄是 28 岁。马莱马先生在访问加纳、利比里亚和肯尼亚等其他非洲国家时也引起了轰动。
曾在肯尼亚接待马莱马先生的泛非研究所主席巴解组织卢蒙巴教授去年告诉英国广播公司：“马莱马代表了年轻一代的非洲人，他们现在开始以吸引关键群众的方式阐明泛非问题。 ”。
然而，政治分析家理查德·卡兰表示，在他的祖国，马勒马先生不太可能赢得除了他“忠诚但规模不大”的追随者之外的许多选票。
“我认为马莱马的品牌是不稳定的、反建制的……好战的政治，有时甚至是暴力的政治——我只是认为它不会受到更广泛的公众的欢迎。”
Malema 先生出生于 1981 年，由家庭佣工母亲 Flora 抚养长大。他在林波波省北部的一个小镇塞谢戈长大。
他泄露的最后一年成绩显示，这位未来的煽动者勉强以低于平均水平的成绩勉强通过。这与那个在领导电子自由基金会取得政治影响力的同时获得了两个大学学位的人相差甚远。
马莱马先生说，他九岁时加入了非洲人国民大会的少先队运动，在那里接受了武装抵抗训练，他只用了五年就成为非洲人国民大会青年联盟的地区负责人。
但2008年当选为非国大青年联盟领导人后，他才成为国家政治的关键人物。
作为领导人，他最早的行动是大声竞选祖马先生接任——首先是作为非国大领导人，后来成为总统——告诉一群支持者他将“为祖马杀人”。
但在祖马 2009 年成为总统后，马莱马先生与祖马的关系很快就恶化了。马莱马先生指责他的前盟友无视那些推动他上台的贫穷选民。被非国大开除后，他于 2013 年组建了 EFF。
非国大与其支持基础和核心价值观保持距离的想法仍然是他的主题。
马莱马在介绍 EFF 2024 年宣言时表示，非国大“再现并加剧了种族隔离经济不平等”。
宣言承诺为数百万失业者创造就业机会，结束南非的轮流停电，并将矿山和银行等经济关键部分国有化。
经济自由斗士领导人朱利叶斯·马莱马于 2024 年 4 月 10 日星期三在南非约翰内斯堡接受采访时
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图片说明，
大约 56,000 人参加了马勒马先生的竞选活动
然而，马莱马先生过去曾被指控背叛了他所倡导的左翼意识形态。
2013年，南非税务局表示，该党领导人欠税超过100万美元（865,000英镑）。
为了支付欠税，马莱马先生不得不出售约翰内斯堡桑顿高档郊区的一栋未完工的豪宅，其中包括一间电影院和一间雪茄休息室。
他还面临与政府合同相关的欺诈和腐败指控。一名法官裁定，三年后，由于长时间拖延对他的审判，这些指控于 2015 年被驳回。
他始终否认这些指控，并表示这些指控是出于政治动机。
2018 年，马莱马先生是被指控从一家名为 VBS 的银行掠夺约 20 亿兰特（1.08 亿美元；8600 万英镑）的团伙之一。马莱马驳斥了这些指控，议会对此事的调查没有得出结论，因为调查人员表示他们没有“足够的信息”。
尽管过去十年充满争议，马莱马先生的吸引力几乎没有受到影响，但今年出现了新的挑战。
南非《邮报与卫报》记者帕迪·哈珀表示：“马莱马将在选举中牢牢掌控该党，但不会像他以前那样牢牢掌控。”
他指出，据报道，马勒马先生和他的副手弗洛伊德·希瓦姆布之间关系紧张，而且电子前沿阵线在最近的补选中表现不佳。
EFF 还面临来自 uMkhonto we Sizwe (MK) 的竞争，该党去年刚刚成立，由前总统雅各布·祖马 (Jacob Zuma) 领导。据益普索 (Ipsos) 称，MK 已经吸引了一些 EFF 支持者，特别是在祖马先生的家乡夸祖鲁-纳塔省。
这些障碍是否会阻碍马莱马先生这位一贯不畏困难的人，还有待观察。
我们所知道的是，这位激进领导人发起了一场运动，以标志性的活力将国家从非国大的控制下夺回，这为他赢得了大批忠实粉丝。
早在二月份，当马莱马先生来到电子前哨基金会的宣言发布会时，数千名身着红党盛装的支持者爆发了疯狂。
他挥舞着这份文件的副本，向钦佩的人群宣布：“这是用来对付我们革命敌人的武器！”
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"Julius Malema - l-aġenda radikali tal-Afrika t'Isfel li jmexxi l-FES fl-elezzjonijiet tal-2024
Julius Malema għandu reputazzjoni li jisfida l-konfini.
Id-diskorsi tiegħu f’seduti tal-parlament li kieku kienu l-aktar popolari jixegħlu l-midja soċjali, il-partit li bena mill-bidu kważi 11-il sena ilu iffjorixxiet biex sar it-tielet l-akbar partit tal-Afrika t’Isfel u l-firxa tiegħu testendi mhux biss madwar in-nazzjon iżda għal bnadi oħra. il-kontinent ukoll.
Il-vitalità tiegħu, flimkien ma 'ideoloġija radikali, ispiraw ħafna Afrikani t'Isfel disinchanted. Iżda l-mexxej ta’ 43 sena tal-Economic Freedom Fighters (EFF) għandu ħafna kritiċi, li jakkużawh b’opportuniżmu u jirrimarkaw li nstab ħati darbtejn talli uża diskors ta’ mibegħda.
Huwa qasmet l-opinjoni, iżda rnexxielu jsawwar il-partit tiegħu f’forza dixxiplinata li stabbiliet l-aġenda f’ċerti oqsma ta’ politika.
Imkeċċi mill-Kungress Nazzjonali Afrikan (ANC) governattiv fl-2012, is-Sur Malema, jew ""Juju"" kif ġieli jissejjaħ, pożizzjona lill-EFF bħala l-wirt veru tal-aġenda radikali tal-ANC u kixef il-ġenb tax-xellug tal-partit fil-gvern.
L-attenzjoni bla waqfien mill-kmandant-kap tal-EFF fuq l-inugwaljanza fl-Afrika t'Isfel, u n-nuqqas tal-ANC li tqassam mill-ġdid l-art biżżejjed mill-minoranza bajda għall-maġġoranza s-sewda, swew appoġġ għall-ex partit tiegħu, li mexxa l-ġlieda kontra apartheid.
Fl-elezzjoni ġenerali tal-2019, l-EFF rebaħ kważi 11% tal-voti u 44 siġġu fil-parlament. Pollsters Ipsos jissuġġerixxu li l-partit jista 'jwettaq l-istess din is-sena.
Sadanittant, numru ta’ stħarriġ ibassru li l-ANC tista’ tikseb inqas minn 50% tal-voti għall-ewwel darba fi 30 sena u titlef il-maġġoranza tagħha fil-parlament.
Membri Parlamentari tal-EFF fil-parlament
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Titlu tal-immaġni,
Il-Membri Parlamentari tal-EFF ta’ spiss ħarbtu l-proċeduri fil-parlament tal-Afrika t’Isfel
Minkejja li bħalissa jappartjenu għal partit minoritarju, is-Sur Malema u l-kollegi tiegħu huma bla dubju l-aktar politiċi viżibbli fil-parlament. Huma jilbsu boiler suits ħomor - maħsuba biex jissimbolizzaw is-solidarjetà mal-ħaddiema tal-Afrika t'Isfel - u l-istil ta 'politika tagħhom wassal għal ġlied ta' ponn u ħarba fl-Assemblea Nazzjonali.
Is-Sur Malema innifsu huwa magħruf li jiġġenera kontroversja – matul il-karriera politika tiegħu offiża firxa wiesgħa ta’ nies, minn gruppi tad-drittijiet tan-nisa, sa bdiewa bojod, sal-kapijiet politiċi tiegħu stess.
Huwa nstab ħati darbtejn li uża diskors ta’ mibegħda – fl-2010 u fl-2011 – l-ewwel għal kummenti li għamel dwar il-mara li akkużat lill-eks President Jacob Zuma bi stupru u mbagħad talli kantat il-kanzunetta “Shoot the Boer (Afrikaner)”.
Il-kap tal-EFF qajjem ringiela biss is-sena l-oħra, meta qal lill-folol fi protesta kontra Iżrael dwar il-gwerra f’Gaża: “L-EFF, meta jieħu f’idejh is-sena d-dieħla, se jarma lill-Ħamas u jiżgura li l-Ħamas ikollu t-tagħmir meħtieġ biex jiġġieldu għan-nies tagħhom”.
Il-grupp Palestinjan Hamas, jew f'xi każijiet il-fergħa armata tiegħu biss, huwa meqjus bħala grupp terroristiku mill-Iżrael, l-Istati Uniti, l-UE, ir-Renju Unit u entitajiet oħra.
U fl-2016, meta tkellem mal-partitarji dwar il-pass kajman tat-tqassim tal-art, is-Sur Malema wissa: “L-art se tittieħed b’kull mezz meħtieġ.
""Mhux qed insejħu għall-qtil ta' nies bojod. Almenu għalissa. Dak li qed insejħu huwa l-okkupazzjoni paċifika tal-art u ma nirrispettaw lil ħadd apoloġija għal dan.""
Il-partitarji tas-Sur Malema igawdu r-retorika ta’ ġlieda, u hu jibqa’ oratur ta’ ispirazzjoni li l-fokus qawwi tiegħu fuq id-drittijiet tal-foqra suwed Afrikani t’Isfel qalgħulu l-imħabba tagħhom.
Huwa popolari b'mod speċjali fost iż-żgħażagħ - demografiku mixtieq mill-politiċi li huma konxji ħafna li l-età medjana tal-Afrika t'Isfel hija 28. Is-Sur Malema ġġenera wkoll buzz meta daret pajjiżi Afrikani oħra, bħall-Gana, il-Liberja u l-Kenja.
Prof PLO Lumumba, president tal-Istitut Pan-Afrikan li ospita lis-Sur Malema fil-Kenja, qal lill-BBC is-sena l-oħra: ""Malema tirrappreżenta ġenerazzjoni żagħżugħa ta' Afrikani li issa qed jibdew jartikulaw kwistjonijiet Pan-Afrikani b'mod li jappella lill-mases kritiċi. .""
Madankollu, f'pajjiżu s-Sur Malema x'aktarx li ma jirbaħ ħafna voti lil hinn mis-segwitu ""leali, iżda żgħir"" tiegħu, jgħid l-analista politiku Richard Calland.
""Naħseb li l-marka ta 'Malema, li hija d-destabilizzazzjoni, anti-establishment... politika militanti, anke politika vjolenti xi drabi - sempliċement ma naħsibx li tinżel mal-pubbliku usa'.""
Is-Sur Malema twieled fl-1981 u trabba minn ommu Flora, ħaddiem domestiku. Huwa trabba f'Seshego, township fil-provinċja ta' Limpopo fit-Tramuntana.
Ir-riżultati skolastiċi tal-aħħar sena tiegħu li ħarġu wrew li n-nar tal-ġejjieni bilkemm għadda b'pass taħt il-medja. Huwa ferm 'il bogħod mir-raġel li kiseb żewġ lawrji universitarji waqt li mexxa l-EFF għal prominenza politika.
Is-Sur Malema jgħid li ngħaqad mal-moviment tal-pijunieri żgħażagħ tal-ANC fl-età ta’ disa’ snin, fejn kien imħarreġ fir-reżistenza armata, u ħa biss ħames snin biex sar il-kap reġjonali tal-ANC Youth League.
Iżda kienet l-elezzjoni tiegħu bħala mexxej tal-ANC Youth League fl-2008 li biddlu f’attur ewlieni fil-politika nazzjonali.
L-ewwel azzjonijiet tiegħu bħala mexxej kienu li jikkampanja b'mod storbjuż biex is-Sur Zuma jieħu f'idejh - l-ewwel bħala mexxej tal-ANC u wara bħala president - u qal lil folla ta' partitarji li kien se ""joqtol għal Zuma"".
Iżda r-relazzjoni tas-Sur Malema mas-Sur Zuma naqra ftit wara li dan tal-aħħar sar president fl-2009. Is-Sur Malema akkuża lill-eks alleat tiegħu li injora l-votanti foqra li kienu wassluh għall-poter. Wara li tkeċċa mill-ANC, ifforma l-EFF fl-2013.
L-idea li l-ANC tbiegħed mill-bażi ta 'appoġġ u l-valuri ewlenin tagħha baqgħet it-tema tiegħu.
Fl-introduzzjoni għall-manifest tal-2024 tal-EFF, is-Sur Malema qal li l-ANC kienet ""riproduċiet u aggravat l-inugwaljanzi ekonomiċi tal-apartheid"".
Il-manifest wiegħed li joħloq l-impjiegi għall-miljuni li huma bla xogħol, itemm il-qtugħ tal-enerġija mill-Afrika t'Isfel u jinnazzjonalizza partijiet ewlenin tal-ekonomija, bħall-minjieri u l-banek.
Julius Malema, mexxej tal-Ġellieda tal-Libertà Ekonomika, waqt intervista f'Johannesburg, l-Afrika t'Isfel, nhar l-Erbgħa, 10 ta' April, 2024
SORS TAL-IMMAĠNI, IMMAĠNI GETTY
Titlu tal-immaġni,
Madwar 56,000 ħarġu għat-tnedija tal-kampanja tas-Sur Malema
Madankollu, is-Sur Malema fil-passat ġie akkużat li ttradixxa l-ideoloġija tax-xellug li jippromwovi.
Fl-2013, l-awtorità tad-dħul tal-Afrika t'Isfel qalet li l-kap tal-partit kellu aktar minn $1 miljun (£865,000) f'taxxi mhux imħallsa.
Sabiex iħallas l-arretrati tat-taxxa, is-Sur Malema kellu jbigħ Mansion mhux mitmum fis-subborg ta’ Sandton ta’ Johannesburg, li kien jinkludi kamra taċ-ċinema u sala tas-sigarri.
Huwa ffaċċja wkoll akkużi ta’ frodi u korruzzjoni relatati ma’ kuntratt tal-gvern. Wara tliet snin, l-akkużi tkeċċew barra mill-qorti fl-2015 minħabba dewmien twil biex jitressaq quddiem il-qorti, iddeċieda imħallef.
Huwa dejjem ċaħad l-akkużi u qal li kienu motivati ​​politikament.
Fl-2018, is-Sur Malema kien fost grupp akkużat li seraq madwar 2 biljun rand ($ 108m; £ 86m) minn bank jismu VBS. Is-Sur Malema ħassar l-allegazzjonijiet u sonda parlamentari dwar il-kwistjoni ngħalqet mingħajr konklużjoni hekk kif l-investigaturi qalu li ma kellhomx ""informazzjoni suffiċjenti"".
L-appell tas-Sur Malema għadu prattikament mhux mimsus minkejja l-kontroversji tal-aħħar għaxar snin, iżda din is-sena qamu sfidi ġodda.
“Malema sejjer fl-elezzjonijiet responsabbli b’mod sod tal-partit, iżda mhux b’mod sod inkarigat daqskemm kien,” jgħid Paddy Harper, ġurnalist mal-gazzetta Mail & Guardian tal-Afrika t’Isfel.
Huwa jindika tensjonijiet irrappurtati bejn is-Sur Malema u d-deputat tiegħu, Floyd Shivambu, kif ukoll il-prestazzjoni fqira tal-EFF fl-elezzjonijiet parzjali riċenti.
L-EFF jiffaċċja wkoll kompetizzjoni minn uMkhonto we Sizwe (MK), partit imwaqqaf biss is-sena l-oħra u mmexxi mill-eks President Jacob Zuma. Skont Ipsos, MK ġabar xi partitarji tal-EFF, b'mod partikolari fil-provinċja tad-dar tas-Sur Zuma ta' KwaZulu-Nata.
Jekk dawn l-ostakli humiex se jxekklu lis-Sur Malema, is-serial defier of odds, għad irid jara.
Li nafu hu li l-mexxej radikali nieda impenn biex jeħles lill-pajjiż mill-ħakma tal-ANC bil-qawwa tat-trademark li niżżlu leġjun ta 'partitarji devoti.
Lura fi Frar, eluf ta’ partitarji b’regalia tal-partit l-aħmar faqqgħet f’furja meta s-Sur Malema wasal għat-tnedija tal-manifest tal-EFF.
Waqt li brandi kopja tad-dokument, huwa ddikjara lill-folla li tammira: ""Din hija l-arma li se tintuża kontra l-għadu tar-rivoluzzjoni tagħna!""
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TW: Emotionales Trauma
Habs mir mal gegeben, dass ihr das nicht müsst. Und den Link dazu werde ich nicht teilen aus Gründen. Nicht wundern, wer R und M sind, sollte in dem Fall klar sein. Ich könnte hier und da etwas böse und sarkastisch sein nutze es mehr als Coping Mechanismus über das Gesagte.
Wie du hast es endlich geschafft hä?
Bei solchen Vorwürfen und wohl auch Handlungen gibt es Kontext, äh, warte mal, du sagst einer Person, sie ist zu dick oder zu dünn und hat ja gar keine Depressionen. Welchen Kontext soll man da rein interpretieren, außer das man in seinen Grundfesten einfach boshaft ist. So, du möchtest aufklären, aber betreibst einfach genau das Gegenteil von Opferschutz, in dem du beide Namen dropst merkwürdig so funktioniert, so was nicht.
Warte, die Ärzte haben gesagt, das Blutspucken deiner Ex käme von Stress, plötzlich hast du das aber diagnostiziert weird. R wollte nicht, das du den Krankenwagen rufst. Wait R sagte dort, aber ihr habt den Krankenwagen gerufen. Und ihr tut es leid, das R das Blutspucken so negativ in Erinnerung geblieben ist. Dein Ernst jetzt? R sagt dir, sie vermutet eine Depression zu haben. Und du weißt plötzlich, dass sie die schon immer hatte. Prof. Ente oder was? Haha ja positiv, wenn man über Depressionen lacht, sie sei scheinbar so gut drauf immer ich glaub dir nicht hahahahah.
R hat dich einfach falsch verstanden, jaja. Du als Advokat für Depressionen auf Social Media dürfte dein eigener Strohmann hier aber aufgefallen sein, oder? Das mit Bodyshaming das ist also gelogen, cool, wenn das von einer Person kommt, die selbst so unsicher mit dem eigenen Körper ist. *Hust* Schönheit Chirurgie, ne, hat Frau Ente selbst zugegeben. Bitte, warum musst du dann noch was aus Rs Privatleben erzählen reicht doch schon, das sie quasi Millionen von Leuten ihre Zeit mit dir einwenig erzählen musste. (Mich beschleicht das Gefühl das Frau Ente versucht sich besser darzustellen.)
Also R hat das Bodyshaming falsch verstanden. Alle habe dich generell falsch verstanden, und das war nicht so gemeint. Oh mein Gott sie einen TTekk gebaut. Frau Ente möchte also nicht intime Details auspacken, machst dann quasi aber das R angeblich mal übergewichtig war, was bis dato wohl auch niemand wusste. Cool. Frau Ente, die Opferrolle ist kein Gebäck.
Ja, das mit den Zuschauern hast du gesagt, Zeit zum Deabonnieren für deine Zuschauer. Wir selbst können das also einordnen, ich mach das mal eben, du hasst die Leute abgrundtief, die dir dein Leben ermöglichen und siehst einfach nicht mal, wie falsch das ist, was du machst. Ach komm denk doch nicht das Leute naiv sind und glauben das man Meet and greets immer aus freien Stücken macht, wenn auch diese bezahlt werden von Sponsoren oder Werbepartnern auf der GC verlangen manche Influencer sogar Geld für Fotos, mit denen. Und sorry, es wirkt einfach so, als wenn dir deine Zuschauer nichts wert sind nicht nur aus den Erzählungen, sondern auch in dem Content ist das teils zu merken ich erinnere nur an so manches hingerotztes PP Hauptsache Anni geht es gut, der Rest ist scheiß egal 800k Fußmatten auf Youtube sind super oder?
Sorry, aber Anni, du verwechselst die Zuschauer mit deinen Insta Dms das ist übelst undankbar, alle über einen Kamm zu scheren. Warte, du umarmst richtig, wenn du umarmst aber Schweiß ist ekelhaft okay, verstehe ich nicht, was hast du im Sommer erwartet, dass alle supergeil trocken und wohl temperiert sind. Ach, und du kannst J nicht mal Kredit dafür geben, dass er dich zu Youtube gebracht hat uff.
Ganz ehrlich du bist einfach extrem undankbar, nicht nur zu deinen Zuschauern, deinen Freunden, sondern auch zu den Leuten, die dir auf Youtube geholfen haben. Sie schwört auf Gott, danke Apored an der Stelle. Meet and greets sind wandelnde Geldscheine in the flesh, man wird auch dafür bezahlt, nur mal so. Weil das immer durch Firmen oder Sponsoren bezahlt wird. Du umarmst Leute nicht gerne und findest es unangenehm, einen Satz vorher fandest du es noch toll. Was ist da passiert?
Alle Erfahrungen sind überschattet von Anni fand das doof. Außer man weiß, wer du bist, dann ist die Erfahrung sicher sehr gut. ^^ Und schon wieder vergleichst du die Creeps mit deinen Zuschauern, die so was nicht machen.
Hör doch bitte auf dich als Opfer hinzustellen, bitte ey. Und ich sage nicht das creeps in Ordnung sind aber bitte was haben diese creeps mit den vernünftigen Zuschauern zutun, die vlt für dich megaweit gefahren sind, nur um dich zusehen etc pp. Meet and greets auf der GC zum Beispiel sind nicht for free für dich, du bekommst doch wohl Geld dafür?
Genau wie Bühnen Auftritte bei Sponsoren. Bei Saturn oder mit Logitech die Bühnen sind für dich nie umsonst komm schon. Hey, du hättest die Nachrichtenn auch zensiert zeigen können, aber du nutzt das ja nur als Drama bait für die Opferolle. Zum Punkt Tierquälerei sage ich nur das Video mit dem Katzenspielzeug war einfach der Horror. Und auch eines, was ich persönlich gemeldet habe. Das war einfach so daneben. Warte, du hast Ausschlag von Katzen, hattest aber die Katze von deiner Mutter bei dir.
Und dann ja Bengalkatzen, von denen du keinen Ausschlag bekommst hä? Du weißt aber schon das weiblich Katzen nicht markieren? Das tun nur Kater. Katzen werden durch Stress und Sachen, die ihnen nicht gefallen, unsauber. Wie andauerndes Umziehen und die Behandlung. Die Katzen waren schon immer ein Spiegel von dir, das ist actually irgendwie lustig. Die Beziehung war so toxisch, das sie überlegt R eine Katze zugeben ihr die dann aber nicht gegeben hat, weil sie es dann doch nicht wollte, das R irgendwie glücklich ist.
Warte, du willst eine Katze abgeben, weißt aber plötzlich nicht mehr, welche es war. Es war doch Maron und nicht Finn. Dass man zwischen durch denkt, der Person gönn ich gar nichts, wenn man sie so sehr geliebt hat keine normale Aussage. R fühlte sich bei dir nicht wohl und war traumatisiert und dennoch gönnst du ihr nichts weil sie kein people pleaser ist der ja und armen zu dir sagt.
Das mit Gnu stimmt tatsächlich wow. Sag es doch, du warst eifersüchtig auf Gnu was echt cringe ist.
Kommen wir nun zur so starken M
Wir waren so 5-6 Jahre befreundet, krass das Anni das nicht mal genau weiß, war sicher sehr wichtig für sie. Und es irgendwie so wirkt, als würde das sie auch nicht wirklich interessieren. M fällt es schwer, nein zu sagen, warum muss das jetzt in die Öffentlichkeit. Ist das nicht zu privat? Ihr hattet darüber 2 Gespräche, das kann ich mir beim besten Willen nicht vorstellen.
Also du redest davon, dass sie einen Dreh nicht mitmachen wollte, es aber dir zuliebe gemacht hat. Das ziehst du auf, als sie kann dir nicht nein sagen, das ist aber merkwürdig.
Klingt so, als dürfe man dir nicht nein sagen. Also du findest Meet and greets super und wolltest mit Cosplay dein Geld verdienen in der Öffentlichkeit, jetzt kommt die Sozialphobie, von der du nie irgendwo geredet hast. M war deine beste Freundin, die dir angeblich nicht nein sagen konnte. Ihr etwas vorzumachen oder gar Gefühle vorzumachen und sie somit weiter in einer Spirale nach unten beeinflusst ist schmutz.
Ich sage nicht das M lügt aber wow, das ist krass. Fuck muss das enttäuschend sein für eine Freundin, die du 5-6 Jahre hattest und diese als beste Freundin bezeichnet hast. Das dir die Freundschaft mit mir als Missbrauch vorkam, ist für mich ganz schlimm. Warte und das es Missbrauch war an einer anderen Person, ist dabei nicht so tragisch okay weird. Ich wollte nicht, dass du dich so fühlst wtf.
Lange Arbeitszeiten deiner Mitarbeiter passieren oh really. Wenn jemand überlegt, sich was anzutun, um nicht bei dir oder mit arbeiten zu müssen, ist nichts, was du mit einem Unwissenheitschulterzucken wieder abschütteln kannst.
Keine Frage, dass die Medienbranche hart ist wie ein Schwanz im best Fall. Das rechtfertigt aber nicht dein Verhalten deinen angestellten gegenüber sorry. Du wolltest nicht das sich Leute überarbeiten 18- 24 std arbeit sind aber okay und da hat sich auf jeden fall niemand irgendwie überarbeitet oder?
Ich musste die ganze Zeit an Logan Pauls entschuldigungsvideo denken mit dem Holz hintergrund.
Jetzt redet sie von Rokubrot/Rokuagames dem cutter und Mod von ihr sein statement in nächsten post.
Ah okay, du hast aufgrund deiner Arbeit keine Freunde. Und wenn als Freunde zusammen streamen, wird alles immer mehr zu einer Geschäftsbeziehung. Warte, hast du nicht mal gesagt, dass du jemand bist, der Beruf und Freundschaften trennt?
Online Präsents hat mehrer Nuancen, ja, entweder Leute mögen dich deiner wegen oder du behandelst deine Zuschauer wie Müll. Dazwischen ist dann nicht so viel Nuanciertes zum mindest nicht in deinem Fall.
Machtgefälle macht Leuten Angst, 800 k gegen ein Drittel endet mit dem Beendeten einer toxischen ausnutzer Freundschaft. Bei anderen wird durch ein TikTok, in dem jemand davon berichtet, dass er nicht wusste, wer du bist. Und er dann von 7000 Leuten in deinem Stream gedemütigt und gehatet wird, meinste so was denke ja. Sie baut die ganze Zeit einen hey der und der hat mir geschrieben, aber keine Beweise dazu.
M und R wirklich alles Liebe und Heilung. Und allen anderen beteiligten alles liebe.

MAIN INFO:
-Late 2000s / Early 2010s timeframe

• Screen recorded gameplay
  
• Cloverfield "Fan-game"
  
• Showed a gas station level (likely placeholder) with a 3D model of the Cloverfield Monster outside, A level based on the Brooklyn Bridge with the guy recording showing it in the level editor, and a super early level of the player in a building crawling through vents while being attacked by the Parasites from the movie
  
• Had the original Half-life 2 HUD on-screen, so the project was likely VERY early stages
  

-Was NOT Greyshot (The fact that the monster shown was the original monster From Cloverfield instead of the Greyshot creature was pretty telling)
ADDITIONAL INFO:

• Mod / game built in Half Life 2
  
• Game shown was being developed by the guy uploading
  
• One of the comments said something along the lines of "That reveal was so scary, I was expecting the monster to crush u but it just stood there"
  
• seemed to have a unique model that replaced the default Half-life 2 pistol
  

POTENTIALLY USEFUL(?):

• Likely a series of multiple videos showing development on the mod
  
• Had a description edit at some point saying that the project was indefinitely cancelled because of the Lead dev being a cybercriminal (?)
  
• Channel had other uploads showing another game they were making, which looked VERY SIMILAR to the game "at dead of night"
  
• Title of the potential videos had "Cloverfield: The game" in them, and were numbered
  

UNCERTAIN (POSSIBLY MISREMEMBERING):

• Had a Bandicam watermark at the top of the screen
  
• Videos were quite strangely high-quality
  
• Gas station level had an unmoving parasite sat in the corner with a Half Life 2 citizen NPC, potentially retextured
  

All the information that I can remember, hope that this helps :3