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This dream was like watching a movie.
My dad and his (girlfriend/wife/whoever) run this tattoo parlor but it's this futuristic laser tattoo gun. People keep coming into the shop but no one will commit to a tattoo.
During this, my dad and his wife are having a discussion about him going back to some place he hadn't been in 11 years. She was mad because he hadn't been there in 11 years and now he was going without her. ("You haven't been there in 11 years and now you're going without me?") She also mentioned my dad finding a guy named Tom Landry somewhere in the vicinity of where they were but I don't remember what that was about.
Cut to her doing a ritual but I didn't see the full thing. The only thing I remember is her molding meat into a circular tray by a fire like she was making a meat bundt cake.
Later she goes back to the tattoo parlor and I guess some time had passed because there is a huge green foil heart on the wall but on a bulletin board were the words SAVE ME in those cut out letters teachers use for their class. She smirks then turns and leaves and my dream ends.
Not a nightmare but disturbing to me.

Mostly just need to vent.
So my table has one large mission as the main arc, but currently focused on an integral smaller mission within the larger mission. Main mission cannot be completed without this second one.
My table got a bit derailed tonight when a PC forgot about the mini mission (despite that being the whole previous hour….a bio break and short rest for for the in game characters made them whoosh forget that & they showed up at our next location super aggro and demanding my npc lead them to character needed for the main mission.
I tried to get them back on track, mentioning that that character wasn’t there. Why were they at this building (hint hint) and one poor PC tried to speak up but no one was listening.
I knew my npc had a hook to make him instant friends with a PC, so when they finally asked about a character involved with the mini mission I started my 3 sentence paragraph to give needed information. I wasn’t 6 words into my statement & this PC interrupted me and shoved my npc and yelled at him for being sexist (he was calling the 3rd character a rude teachers pet, which is probably the nicest adjectives you could use for this character) I pivoted and tried to have my npc mention the reason they were there and this 3rd character being involved…nope a 2nd pc PICKS UP MY NPC AND STARTED THREATENING THEM IN THEIR OWN HOME
I had to stop the table and remind them everyone was a good aligned character. They just walked into someone’s home, were welcomed nicely, the npc introduced themselves but they didn’t introduce themselves, they started demanding stuff and the got rightful defensive and now he’s being attacked….well my 2 PCs said I made a very unlikable npc and said they wouldn’t change anything.
Okay. Who am I to show horn them into a path. They then guns blazing go into the room with the actual bad guy…no planning or plan…per my module she’s to instantly cast fireball. I stopped the session before she cast anything. I ran the damage and the two PCs closest if they didn’t pass their saving throw would be on death saves…..I don’t want to do that, but I am mad they are being so aggressive.
This is only session 2 and they weren’t this aggressive the first session. Our previous campaign I wasn’t the DM and this group was really murder hobo-y but everyone was on board (it was Shrahd) and the setting more lent itself to that. But even then our DM then would complain we didn’t ask questions or talk to NPCs or try anything other than hit first and go oops we needed that person later.
Frustratingly the main aggro PC is our former DM.
I have talked to him already. He apologized. And promised to let me finish speaking when characters are talking. Especially when it’s obvious I’m reading something prepared (probably important if I wrote it down)…but his advice was to have us “reset” back to when they came inside, but I don’t want to do that.
As sorta frustrated as I am, that’s part of dnd. Having your characters go their path. I’m just not sure how to get them back on track. I want to punish them for going so fast into this, but I know if attack them with this 3rd character then they’ll attack back and probably not hold back and leave the campaign if their character died start of session 3. (I’ve invested $300 into this module and really want to see atleast some of it through) I did metagame warn them that they’re level 3 and they need to start thinking about that before they go attacking everyone they meet. (The npc they shoved and nearly fought was a level 13 wizard…they weren’t going to win that fight).
Guess I’m also frustrated that I’m the only female in the group and they attributed alot of negative female connotations to the one sentence my npc said (called him catty, b**chy, rude, annoying, petty) when they knew the person they were meeting was a part of a known evil organization. But no how dare my nice, welcoming npc not like the evil organization character….when I asked that in the session debrief I was told it was “how I presented him” with my one sentence…I think next time I would stop them and say “let me finish what he was saying before you take that action” but I’m not sure that would have changed anything.
Just sad that I don’t think this group is the right group for this campaign and I’m so invested in the story.

I am an OG player since 2014 and I have been doing fine until around 2019 (iirc) when suddenly my world is ruined. My stuffs in backpack is still there including Dls and items. I don't give any access to anyone. My password and GrowID is still the same. I saw bulletin board and there is someone posted "I had fun with your world XD".
I know this is from before the 2 step verification era but you still need to guess my password or hack my email to access my account. I didn't change my password until recently (with additional protection provided of course) and it has been fine. I'm so confused whether my account is safe or not.
Note : I don't post this to ask for help. I'm just confused and scared, that's all.

When solving a mystery, one has to make some assumptions if one wishes to go beyond a surface level solve attempt of From's mystery. Which effectively means, one must pick an answer to a clue one is fairly certain of, and use that as one might use a jigsaw piece to solve the next clue that connects to it.
For any interested, I share my opinion on what the key strands of clue clusters and the twisted threads therein that I believe need to be woven together into a narrative to form an origin story for Fromland and solve the show.
1. The first strand is historical figures from North American history (and the end of the War of the Roses), falling roughly on the dates on Tabitha's dream sequence. Some historical figures are given far more clues than others, suggesting they might later become characters on the show. In particular Caroline Dye's hoodoo magic, and Alma Hayes the strongwoman.
There are six threads in there as not every timeline will be explored in the series - the main ones are 1930s, 1880s, 1860s, 1770s, 1670s, and 1498.
1498 is by far the most prevalent and perhaps the easiest to start with. Most are from England and to a lesser extent, Italy/Venice, Scotland, Germany, Portugal, Spain, France, Burgundy, China, Iran, Iceland, Greenland/Newfoundland. It's also the best one to solve first, as the historical figures in the 1498 origin story are the archetypes that the historical figures in the other timelines mimic.
For example, I'm absolutely certain one is Richard Amerike - Sheriff of Bristol. There is a lawman/sheriff in every timeline - Boyd is the sheriff now.
Each new historical figure discovered in any timeline is a great puzzle piece. If you find out Emmett Kelly, the Hobo Clown is in the 1930s timeline, you can search for other "clowns" and discover Triboulet, the court jester in the 1498 origin story.
2. The second strand is the sequence of events in the origin story specifically. These clues are far more vague, and easier to explain what I mean by example.
Let's look at Kelly's head spiked to a tree with Boyd yanking it out instead of using the gun. The reasoning was: Kristi did not want Kelly to see or experience the gun, when Kelly is currently blind and the gun is a far better "experience" than the yanking. I contend this is quite a pointed clue that he's recreating a scene in the original timeline. In my opinion, a botched execution by a crossbow at a time where there were no guns to use.
There are threads within this strand. Two are practically strands of their own, with witch trial and torture methods and christmas / lent traditions from the countries of the various historical figures being the most prevalent. The traditions bit is a lot easier if you solve the origin story characters first, since you can then surmise which countries the traditions to look out for might come from.
3. The third strand is the mythology of the show. Ultimately, if one assumes North East Canada is where it all begins, you might make the leap it relates to the mythology related to that area. This has two main threads, the bogeyman, and the fairies. What I came to find were, there were clues pointing to practically every kind of bogeyman and fairy legend in that region. I was wondering if these were red herrings, or maybe it was all of them at once? It took me a long time to figure out what we're being asked to do here - but I figure there are 7 bogeymen and 4 fairy types the monsters and entity are mimicking, and a type of bogeyman and fairy that they really are.
4. Apotropaic magic - specific to the cunning folk of England. Witch's bottles and ladders, that sort of thing.
5. Medieval board and card games, as well as a few other adult medieval games, like stoolball. Main thread here is French tarot cards, but not their witchy meanings and connection to fortune telling, just the playing cards and what they look like. Other substantial threads involve Game of Goose and Pachisi.

I’ve been re-watching episodes where Dr Bailey started out as a mousey intern, full of shyness, and severely lacking confidence, and became the powerhouse that she evolved into when she initially taught each of the original five.
Bailey loved each of the original five as her own children, that’s why she gets so frustrated when Meredith puts herself in these kind of situations. It’s a mother’s frustration, a mother’s love.
Lets examine Bailey over the entire series run.
I mentioned Meredith’s trial as an example yesterday, and i re-watched it closely and revised my opinion.
She knew as far back as season 3 that Meredith was a pain in her side. Remember the panties on the bulletin board?
Remember her being protective of Meredith and laying into McDreamy when he caught them in a parked car?
She also knew that Meredith had the makings of an excellent surgeon. She knew that Meredith had to go through the refiners fire.
Heres a transcript of her speech.
Dr. Bailey: 'Ever since I first met Meredith Grey I knew she was going to be a thorn in my side. You're worried about her breaking rules? Well, that's not gonna stop. She's been doing that since day one.
And, yes, she broke a law to save a life. So she deserved to lose her job. She deserves to pick up trash. No one should be questioning her license.
She's too good at what she does. And she's worked too hard to get to where she is. And with all that she has survived, it hasn't made her hard. It hasn't made her mean or cold. It hasn't made her not care.
It's made her better. It's made her better than anyone in this room. Well, except me. I'm Dr. Miranda Bailey, chief of surgery at Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital, and I approve this message.'
—————— my reasoning of Dr. Bailey at the hearing————
Bailey doesn’t try to lessen what Meredith has done. She doesn’t try to get her off the hook. She explains why Meredith is such a good surgeon and states that everything she’s been through has made her an even better doctor.
Meredith may make some interesting choices, and some of them may drive Dr. Bailey up the walls, just like children often do. But given their relationship, Dr. Bailey hated Meredith’s actions, but not Meredith herself.
Have you ever been in a situation where someone you loved and cared about did something you hated and didnt approve of? Did you hate them for it or did you hate *what they did* but not themselves?
You can hate what someone does without hating the person themselves. That is what I believe Bailey has done. In the beginning of the series, she was billed as a not-see (not typing it out)
This was Dr Bailey’s first speech to the interns in S1E1
"I have five rules, memorize them,” she told the interns. “Rule number don't bother sucking up, I already hate you, that's not gonna change, trauma protocol…nurses will page you, you will answer every page at a run. A run, that’s rule number two.”
“Your first shift starts now and lasts 48 hours. You’re interns, grunts, nobodies, bottom of the surgical food chain,” she continued.
“You run labs, write orders, work every second until you drop and don’t complain. On-call rooms, Attendings hog them, sleep when you can where you can, which brings me to rule number three if I’m sleeping, don’t wake me unless your patient is actually dying."
“Rule number four, the dying patient better not be dead when I get there, then not only would you have killed someone, you would have woke me for no good reason, we clear?”
She was responsible for turning out excellent surgeons.
You dont go easy on them and expect them to thrive and survive. You go hard on them. But you want them to succeed.
Otherwise you are just wasting your time, your resources, and the lives of the patients that they lost.
In the current season, Dr Bailey is back, doing what she did in the beginning, but this time she has 20 years experience.
We’ve seen Miranda go soft on people during the series and we’ve seen that doesn't turn out very well. Remember what BCB is an acronym for? What surgeons need is tough love. What surgeons need is someone to inspire them.
Bailey may be straightforward, tough, and full of wit and wisdom. Without a doubt, she is a really good physician and an independent one at that. However that independence has cost her personal relationships such as Ben.
She hated that Ben became a firefighter and is how in a very perilous environment day after day, but she doesn’t hate the guy.
If anything, Miranda has become more compassionate and more open hearted…not hateful
Not too long ago, Miranda started a women’s clinic at the hospital and as a result of her hard work in the face of adversity from the pro-lifers, she wins the esteemed Catherine Fox Award.
How can you do something like that while spreading hate throughout the hospital? You cant.
Edited to clean up some of the grammar on 5/14

When solving a mystery, one has to make some assumptions if one wishes to go beyond a surface level solve attempt of From's mystery. Which effectively means, one must pick an answer to a clue one is fairly certain of, and use that as one might use a jigsaw piece to solve the next clue that connects to it.
For any interested, I share my opinion on what the key strands of clue clusters and the twisted threads therein that I believe need to be woven together into a narrative to form an origin story for Fromland and solve the show.
1. The first strand is historical figures from North American history (and the end of the War of the Roses), falling roughly on the dates on Tabitha's dream sequence. Some historical figures are given far more clues than others, suggesting they might later become characters on the show. In particular Caroline Dye's hoodoo magic, and Alma Hayes the strongwoman.
There are six threads in there as not every timeline will be explored in the series - the main ones are 1930s, 1880s, 1860s, 1770s, 1670s, and 1498.
1498 is by far the most prevalent and perhaps the easiest to start with. Most are from England and to a lesser extent, Italy/Venice, Scotland, Germany, Portugal, Spain, France, Burgundy, China, Iran, Iceland, Greenland/Newfoundland. It's also the best one to solve first, as the historical figures in the 1498 origin story are the archetypes that the historical figures in the other timelines mimic.
For example, I'm absolutely certain one is Richard Amerike - Sheriff of Bristol. There is a lawman/sheriff in every timeline - Boyd is the sheriff now.
Each new historical figure discovered in any timeline is a great puzzle piece. If you find out Emmett Kelly, the Hobo Clown is in the 1930s timeline, you can search for other "clowns" and discover Triboulet, the court jester in the 1498 origin story.
2. The second strand is the sequence of events in the origin story specifically. These clues are far more vague, and easier to explain what I mean by example.
Let's look at Kelly's head spiked to a tree with Boyd yanking it out instead of using the gun. The reasoning was: Kristi did not want Kelly to see or experience the gun, when Kelly is currently blind and the gun is a far better "experience" than the yanking. I contend this is quite a pointed clue that he's recreating a scene in the original timeline. In my opinion, a botched execution by a crossbow at a time where there were no guns to use.
There are threads within this strand. Two are practically strands of their own, with witch trial and torture methods and christmas / lent traditions from the countries of the various historical figures being the most prevalent. The traditions bit is a lot easier if you solve the origin story characters first, since you can then surmise which countries the traditions to look out for might come from.
3. The third strand is the mythology of the show. Ultimately, if one assumes North East Canada is where it all begins, you might make the leap it relates to the mythology related to that area. This has two main threads, the bogeyman, and the fairies. What I came to find were, there were clues pointing to practically every kind of bogeyman and fairy legend in that region. I was wondering if these were red herrings, or maybe it was all of them at once? It took me a long time to figure out what we're being asked to do here - but I figure there are 7 bogeymen and 4 fairy types the monsters and entity are mimicking, and a type of bogeyman and fairy that they really are.
4. Apotropaic magic - specific to the cunning folk of England. Witch's bottles and ladders, that sort of thing.
5. Medieval board and card games, as well as a few other adult medieval games, like stoolball. Main thread here is French tarot cards, but not their witchy meanings and connection to fortune telling, just the playing cards and what they look like. Other substantial threads involve Game of Goose and Pachisi.

I have a bulletin board that I purchased in 2002 to provide word problem practice. You would post a story situation and each day of the week would have a different question about that same story.
It’s so old that the stories were on transparencies - I have EVERYTHING ELSE but I can’t find the transparencies for the 2002 6th grade edition.
I know chances are slim, but is there anyone who has the story problems - especially in digital format? All of the questions are useless without the stories and I’m panicking a bit. I’ve reached out to the company and they have nothing they can send me prior to 2016. I’ve googled and come up empty. You’re my last hope!

(I immediately apologize for my poor English;) A long time ago, so long ago that I remember only a few moments, I watched an episode of some cartoon. I really ask you to help me find any mentions, hints or suggestions about what kind of cartoon it was. That's all I remember.: 1. The plot of the series was that one of the main characters wrote something on paper about the villagers (I don't remember exactly what kind of place it was, maybe it wasn't a village) and attached it to a tree (or to a bulletin board). After that, he becomes ashamed of what he wrote, and he denies that he wrote it. Most likely, the moral was that you can't lie, or something like that. 2. There was a biologist character (as if it was a woman). That's all. I hope for help in the search

(I immediately apologize for my poor English;) A long time ago, so long ago that I remember only a few moments, I watched an episode of some cartoon. I really ask you to help me find any mentions, hints or suggestions about what kind of cartoon it was. That's all I remember.: 1. The plot of the series was that one of the main characters wrote something on paper about the villagers (I don't remember exactly what kind of place it was, maybe it wasn't a village) and attached it to a tree (or to a bulletin board). After that, he becomes ashamed of what he wrote, and he denies that he wrote it. Most likely, the moral was that you can't lie, or something like that. 2. There was a biologist character (as if it was a woman). That's all. I hope for help in the search

Ok, here it goes. I am looking for some real advice - first lets get some facts together:

1. Company - This past spring I started a lawn mowing service. it is fully licensed in the state, county, and is insured. I kept that name vague though so it can be re-used for different things if needed **** Property Solutions.
2. Assets - 14ft enclosed trailer with ramp, 52 inch scag v-ride II, 30 inch scag-30 (lol), stihl km-94 with weed eater and stick edger attachments, stihl BTR 600 blower. Various other tools from running a homestead as well: chainsaws, pruners, hand tools, etc.
3. Vehicle - 2006 Ford F-150 with 8ft bed. 140k miles; making... noises. Only care that me and my wife have (had a kia, it died).
4. Jobs - I had a full time job before starting this, but the commute was over an hour and i decided to go full force into this. Due to a need i have stayed on with them part time and they bend around my mowing or landscaping schedule - but this is my last week with them. My wife is a school teacher - 2 weeks left and then she will be joining me doing this business venture. She gets paid through the summer (until august 10th).

So far this summer - it hasn't been going good. I have been doing what everyone says, posting in all the Facebook groups, running ads, advertising on all local bulletin boards, etc. Door hangers, flyers - I keep going and doing it. So far this summer i have been able to make $900 - gross. yeah. it is big in the red. I am just not sure what to do anymore. Keep going and just hope it finally clicks? --- or is there something else I should pivot into? I am open for any suggestions. I am in south eastern TN if that helps. Coming up here i will be at a excess of manpower and a lack of work to do. So i guess one of the questions should be diversification? What are some things that i could get into with lower costs while i keep building the lawn mowing? Also, i need to diversify for the winter months.
I hope this didnt just sound like me rambling - i am just under a lot of stress.

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Just an fyi, there's a 50-50 chance you are talking to a bot right now - I've noticed a lot of this activity recently, and especially on this sub.
How do I know?
Look at what gets upvoted and downvoted - these have changed drastically recently (like on Israel related ones - on this sub - anything for the protests gets massively downvoted, this - on reddit? no way)
-Why do your comments stay at -2 or -4? because they're hidden by the default view. they do this to create an environment that most normies won't question and/or look further into.
-Do they not actually respond to your points / miss nuance / context? they're probably in a different country using auto translation software. people abroad can't tell the difference between an ICE car and a car ice sculpture, for example.
Also look at the commenters, what they say and their profiles. a lot don't look real.
And these are just the accounts that they don't do a good job at making their profiles look legit, because there's no point. (since they are throwaways)
My point being don't waste your life replying to many of these people, they probably are just interns / bots anyways.
edit: Here's a great example on this vary thread.
God with a soft g has the top rates comment, and is lying about the prior convo -
I was replying to a question of why xudoxis was spam posting at all on a different thread - they were posting multiple stories on the exact same topic in this thread - another commenter was calling them out on it - upon which I replied, given their spam posting of the same story on this subreddit multiple times - that they were a bot.
see the bot-ness? of course you do.
then God with a soft g replies with only my response on this thread, not to the comment I was replying to in the prior one -
my guess: both xudoxis and god with a soft g aren't legitimate. one was spamming stories, the other defending that spammer (and also young acct) by lying about the convo.
this is pr plain and simple - they lie all the time.
https://www.reddit.com/centrist/comments/1cqnn7u/comment/l3sng85/
Here's a link from a supposed testament of how this works:
https://www.reddit.com/seculartalk/comments/1ab9cn2/are_there_really_paid_shills_doing_online/
"My niece was a political science major at a reputable university in California. Part of her program is a coop portion where they join a campaign for a semester. This happens twice during the four year undergrad program. If you’re not familiar with how co-op works the school places you. You don’t have a choice. If all goes well you get some good experience, something to put on your resume, you make connections that can help you after you graduate and if you’re lucky you get hired on as a paid staffer.
In 2016 she was on the Kamala Harris senate campaign for Barbara Boxer’s seat. Then she was on David Baladao’s congressional campaign in 2018.
After graduating she was hired on to the Kamala Harris presidential campaign in January of 2019. This is where she went from student/volunteer to a paid position and the job changed a lot. So instead of door knocking, putting up posters, applauding during campaign speeches and running errands she was helping organize the field team and the cyber team. The field team is pretty straight forward so let’s focus on the cyber team.
Their job was to see what was hot and how can the campaign get in front of whatever issue or whatever was happening at the time. Did a candidate in another campaign put his foot in his mouth? Is there a controversy that is early in the news cycle? Is something being talked about online that makes our candidate look bad? Kamala getting political favors from people she dated and keeping an innocent man in prison were the ones I remember off hand. This is all normal stuff. Other than planting staffers at rallies to ask questions because the rubes never seemed to ask the right questions for Kamala’s already prepared answers there isn’t a lot of juicy gossip on these campaigns. But the cyber team had another role which is why I’m making this post now.
The cyber team and most of the staffers were expected to participate in forums, bulletin boards, social media chat spaces, all platforms including reddit. They were expected to have multiple accounts and maintain characters while engaging with other users. She used pre-maid accounts that were at least three years old. They would push-pull ideas to see what worked and what fell flat. The same person would have nice, mean, old, young, female, male, gay etc personas. Each with a bio. If one of them left the campaign someone else would take it over. This is all over and above the bot accounts. The cyber team were real people with multiple fake accounts testing talking points and seeing what the push back would be so the candidate would be prepared when the campaign couldn’t protect her from real people. The main work was done in a cubicle farm by a dedicated team but regular staffers were required to do it as well. The K-hive cyber team and the BootieJudge cyber teams hated each other and took pleasure in exposing their rival’s accounts.
That person you are having an argument with online may just be a shill from someone’s campaign. It may also be Russian, Israeli, Chinese and surprisingly Turkish agents. Election interference is real but it isn’t hacking voting machines but instead two idiots arguing online with one of those idiots being paid to do it. So the next time you encounter someone in sub, any sub just understand when they start spouting talking points they may not be a real person.
Age of the account won’t help you. Banning normally doesn’t help much because the can just hop-on with another account. It’s only going to get worse as the election heats up. God help us all."
Ever notice how blocking only gets a response from another different account? believe it or not most real people dont' do this - you just argued with a bot / pr shill / campaign.
https://np.reddit.com/shills/comments/4kdq7n/astroturfing_information_megathread_revision_8/

Hey, I'm looking for places to post flyers. Does anyone know of any community bulletin boards? So far I've only found one outside of Seasons Market.
edited running list in case anyone else is looking:
Laundromat near Bronx Bar
Bulletin Board next to Bronx Bar

I bought a variety of $25 gift cards with my own hard-earned money and printed out posters, half of which I strategically taped to streetlights, and the others I took with me to give to the recipients.
I started at Shoppers and successfully got one person to walk away with a Rexall gift card. He said he "had heard about the boycott but didn't know that Shoppers was part of it". He took a poster as well. This guy was awesome.
Soon, a manager came out and asked what I was doing. I told him honestly, "We're doing a boycott. We're giving out gift cards for people to leave." He said that I "am welcome to do that on the sidewalk, but need permission from management to do it in front of the store". It didn't seem like anyone was walking to Shoppers, so I left to test the waters at No Frills. I wish I had asked him some questions, but I was nervous.
The management never came outside to tell me to leave the front of No Frills for a long time, but no one was willing to take a gift care there. One guy tried to make an argument out of it: "Have you seen the prices at Sobeys (the only other grocer in town)? I don't think so, buddy". It was going to start storming, so I left.
The majority of people going into Shoppers and No Frills were generally unaware about the boycott. Some asked about it, and only one person took a poster, still going inside. I put up one remaining poster on the apartment lobby bulletin board and took one to my suite. I'm thinking about donating the remaining gift cards. I was not a fan of trying to sell people on this boycott and being rejected 99% of the time.

I'm from a relatively small town on the border of Myanmar and China. Lush green mountains surround us on all sides and most people have lived their whole life here. I always saw it as a peaceful farming town, one of thousands like it all over China.
Nothing really special about it looking from the outside in but those who lived here long enough hear whispers of a ghost town.
It doesn't exist on any map, and goes by many names, Hei Shi, Gui Dong, and of course Hei An. Legends say its a town full of cannibals that pick off anyone who gets too close, some say its just an endless field of graves that never lets you leave, and others say its home to the gates to Hell.
They could all be real or all could be fake. Very few people are willing to talk about it but I know one thing.
Hei An exists.
A few years ago I started a job working with the newly built railway station. We have one high speed rail that connects us to the rest of the country and it only has a few stops a day. My job is just making sure people don't wander off where they aren’t supposed to go but one day I was asked to work the night shift next week.
The person who worked the night shift before recently retired and they haven't found anyone to replace him yet. Probably due to not looking if i'm honest. We aren't a large city but people still need work, and this job is pretty cushy.
At the time, I had no reservations about taking up the night shift as it's basically playing your phone and making sure no one breaks in or so I thought.
I arrived for my normal shift around 8 in the morning. It was pretty empty minus a handful of people. A teller who sold the tickets, a younger female coworker who works the metal detector. Lets call her Sandy, and a few passengers waiting on the last train. Some of them seemed familiar but I can't say I know them.
"Hey Sandy, anyone give you any trouble?" I asked half joking
"Same old same old."
"How many chickens did they try to snuck aboard today?"
"Too many," she said, putting her hands to her temples.
For those who aren't familiar with the railway system, certain things aren't allowed to be carried on to the train. Some obvious stuff like knives, explosives, chemicals, and live animals. Though people tend to overlook the live animal part.
To be honest the chickens are probably less troublesome than most children..But rules are rules.
The first thirty minutes of my shift were uneventful till I saw this scruffy guy with a thin leather jacket and a small travel suitcase approach the security desk.
I didn't see him when I walked in and before I could see what he wanted, he swerved and went to the center of the station.
He stared up at the list of departures. A large electronic board over the entrance to the platform where people can see to check for updates. He stood there for several minutes, eyes never looking away from the board.
"Can I help you sir ?" I asked him.
no response.
I stood there a moment before waving my hand in front of his face.
He didn't react.
It was like he was in a trance. I wasn't sure what to do, if this was some kinda stroke or a mentally ill individual?
I put my hand on his shoulder.
Then he started screaming. His face beet red as I stepped back.
"Sir? Sir?! Calm down!".
He didn't even look at me as he tried to rip out one of the chairs bolted to the ground. His screams were incoherent and his movements frantic.
I looked over at Sandy who was on the phone with the police.
"Sir! Sir! Calm down so I can help you."
His blood red eyes looked at made, and he whispered one word
"Hei An"
before bolting and jumping the turnstile out onto the train platform.
"Sir?!" I went out to follow him but he vanished. He wasn't on the tracks, we only had two of them. No train had arrived, it's possible he ran off into the mountains that surrounded the station but he would have to run faster than the train for me not to see where he went.
"Is he gone?" Sandy asked me as I came in.
"I don't see him anywhere"
Sandy went back to talking to the police, and basically what they said was that due to the attack on the Kunming station a few years ago, they advised us to evacuate do to the possibility of a planted bomb and abandoned luggage.
We did just that.
For three days no trains stopped by our local station. They did a sweep of the building, the nearby tracks, woods, and found nothing. The luggage left behind, from what I heard, was just clothes and other normal things.
That kinda makes sense as it was able to get through the scanner but I also wouldn't be surprised if some details were left out. He was definitely mentally unsound, and I even told the state police that.
One weird thing that got me suspicious is when I mentioned he said HeiAn they turned to look at each other like they heard that before. I might be looking at things too deeply, one case in a billion and it just happened here. A not mentally sound individual spooked even more out of his mind by a local ghost story.
Nothing I needed to worry about. Nothing I get paid to worry about.
Things went on as normal and eventually I was scheduled for the night shift.
When I say no one was there, I mean no one. The front door wasn't locked and all the lights were on. The list of departures was empty so it was made since no one was waiting but at least someone who works here can stay so I can come and lock up. Hesh. The younger generation.
I locked up and made my rounds, patrolled around the platform and nothing. It all looked pretty normal lit only by flashlight on a cold windy night. Deep down I felt a sense of uncertainty, maybe even a hint of dread.
Toughing it out and quickly returning inside to see that it was just as empty as before.
A few hours passed and I started to feel at ease. I was just being silly, even if that guy came back. He Is just a man and I'm behind a locked door with a direct line to the police.
I chuckled at myself, I'm a grown man. I can handle myself.
As I told myself those very words the lights flickered. I was in near total darkness for just seconds but the ease I once felt washed away.
When the lights came back on I noticed an arrangement of flowers at the security desk. I walked a few steps forward and swore I heard for a brief moment the echoing laughter of children behind me.
No one was there.
The flowers were still sitting on the desk with a message attached. The message was in Mandarin for obvious reasons, but it was basically a love note addressed to someone I will call Lisa. I don't know any Lisa, and nobody who works here has that name.
The lights flickered three times before turning off completely. My flashlight refuses to turn on leaving me with only the dim moonlight coming through station windows.
Dead silence till a familiar click sounds. The bulletin board of departures and arrivals came back to life with only one city listed in bright red
HeiAn.
The board began to glitch and the words darted across the screen and broke apart. I just stared at it clutching the bouquet in my hands.
The sliding doors to the platform opened by themselves as a distorted voice came over the PA. I couldn't really understand what it said but I heard it. The sounds of the train pulling into the station.
I wasn't sure if I was just losing my mind or stuck in a nightmare I can't wake up from.
The front door slammed open and through the murky darkness I saw several shadowy figures by the door. They poured in one by one like they were waiting in line.
I stood frozen as I watched them shuffle by as if they were undisturbed by my presence. They looked like rotting corpses up close with tattered clothes and blank white eyes.
Almost didn't notice the hand on my shoulder.
I didn't look back. His grip tighten and a deep voice said
"Ticket?"
"huh?"
"Ticket, sir. Where's your ticket?"
I turned to face him. He looked almost normal, a young man in an old train station uniform. His skin was a pale white and his eyes unblinking as he waited for my response.
"I...I don't have a ticket"
His smile stared to waver as he asked "You don't have a ticket?"
"Yeah, I just work here..."
His eyes filled with rage as the skin around his eyes, once smooth, had dozens of crows feet and wrinkles.
"WHY ARE YOU EVER HERE?!" His voice boomed throughout the station.
"I..I work..."
He cut me off "Security!".
From over the door but one, giant jet black dogs with bloodshot eyes came out and snarled. A blood red liquid dripping from their mouths.
"We don't like dead weight here," the man said.
Before I could say anything he whistled and the hounds went loose trembling the walking corpses in their way.
I booked for the only exit. The train platform with the black as night bullet train. It has red stained windows and went on forever in both directions. The doors were open but I ran down the platform hoping to lose these hounds in the mountains.
One hound stood between me and the end of the platform staring me down as the rest ran closer and closer from behind me.
"Train now leaving for..." followed by a ding sound as the door to my right started to close.
I throw my hand in the door to hold it open just enough to squeeze my fat self through without being ripped to shreds. The door quickly slid on the hound's mouth.
The whispering sound it made almost made me feel sorry for it as it fell off from the train.
The train car was filled with empty seats and It was indistinguishable from a normal one. Except, the door leading to the car had a cartoonishly large lock and chain wrapped around it.
"Clearly not going that way" I murmured to myself.
Luckily, the.door to the previous car was wide open.
Peering my head through only to see nothing but another empty car but the door on the opposite side was open.
Slowly walking down the aisle like tip toeing over egg shells. I expected the worse but I found nothing.
one idea managed to creep into my mind.
"Is it endless?"
No... No. I couldn't panic if I start to panic, everything will get worse.
I took a seat as I clutched the bouquet in my hands.
One deep breath, two deep breaths, and three deep breaths as I listened to the shuffling of the train.
I pulled out my cell phone but it wouldn't turn on, neither would my radio. Panic creeped on the edges of my mind but I pushed it back.
Someone must be controlling the train. I couldn't decide if finding the person was suicide or not considering what happened at the station but waiting for whatever happens at HeiAn didn't sound much better.
I tried to get up from my seat but something was pulling at my arm.
the train was engulfed in darkness as a hand came over my mouth.
Struggling was no use as I felt like a fly trapped in a web. A whispering murmur played in my ear.
"sssshhhh".
I stopped and saw red glowing eyes from the window. one pair of eyes quickly became two, four, and then dozens in every window.
"Don't look at them" I heard in a whispering voice.
The windows started to flex with their high pitch shrieks and wails. Sounds that left a scar on my conscience. Sometimes when I close my eyes I still see their piercing red eyes and their shrieks echoing in my head.
When it finally stopped I didn't notice. I heard nothing but them and saw nothing but total darkness clamping around me. Felt like death, maybe even worse than that.
"When did the lights come on?" I asked over a mumbling murmur.
A hand grabbed mine, firmly squeezing. "They are gone now."
"Gone" I repeated as the world around me started to lose its haze.
Sitting in the sit right next to mine was a woman in her early 20s. Incredibly pale, and almost paper thin.
"What were those things?"
Her eyes drifted down from my face to my chest.
"Those are lovely flowers," she said.
"Thanks, but what the hell are those, The HellHounds?"
She looked back up at my face "HellHounds?"
"HellHounds, like demon dogs, dogs from Hell..."
she nodded but her eyes fell back down to the flowers. "Where did you get such lovely flowers?"
"They aren't mine."I said while giving her the bouquet with the card.
She started reading silently to herself. I got to stretch my legs and peer down the empty corridor. Nothing but seemingly endless trains cars.
Looking back at the woman from before I saw that she was crying.
"Are you all.." she sprung up out of her sit and ducked under my arm running down the corridor. She said something through the tears that I didn't hear.
"..Wait" I called out, chasing the only somewhat sane person who knew anything about this place. No matter how fast I ran, the distance between us only lengthened. a few feet away quickly became dozens till she was outta my view completely. Almost like she dropped under the horizon all at once. I ran and ran but never caught up exhausting myself till I sat on a new row of sits.
Panting, and completely out of breath. "the only person that seemed... to know anything about anything gone into the wind"
The train cars disappeared off into the horizon. It was pitch black outside and I couldn't see even a couple of inches in front of my face like I was swallowed into a void.
Those train cars are truly endless, my watch is stuck at 2：13 AM so, I don't know how many hours I walked. I might as well just stand in place. Dehydration would probably kill me in 2 or 3 days if this goes on. I would rather take my chances jumping from a 400 kph train than to die like that. Quick and painless, though my mom always said I was stubborn and that quality of ours kept me going.
All the train car lights started to flicker as the train slowed to complete halt. Taking my chances I tried to pull open the train door but it didn't budge. I was so focused on opening the door that I didn't realize the lights were.off till a pair of red glowing eyes peered back at me.
A loud frenzy of screeches followed as hundreds of red eyes peered through the window. I was too afraid to breathe, let alone move.
The sound of cracking glass echoed from behind me.
"Shit"
They burst through flooding into the room and I never ran faster.
I felt their breath on my neck and their claws at my heels. Never looked back a single time but saw thousands trying to break the windows I ran past. And then my worst fear. A dead end.
"What, how?" It's like the end of a train car just appeared in front of me.
They were at every window and quickly swarming down the passage.
No escape.
I turned around.
These things, I saw them but I can't really describe them. My eyes didn't understand what they were looking at.
Readying my fists as a blinding light lit up the entirety of the train car. I couldn't see anything but I heard them wrath in pain with the clattering of their feet scurrying off.
When my eyes readjusted it was as if they vanished into thin air. All the broken windows were good as new, and no broken glass. The only proof they were here at all was a nasty gnash on my arm. Must have gotten me when I wasn't looking, but at least it wasn't my throat.
I wandered.forward till a hand gripped my shoulder.
"Are you okay?"
When I saw the women.from before I had a mix of spiraling relief,and anger
"Your arm?" she asked
She banadged me up as we sat together in silence. I had a million questions but I couldn't ask them, I guess it was the shock.of what I just went through.
"All done"
I pulled my arm back examining the bandages.
"You're really good at this," I told her.
”I should be, I'm a nurse"
"A train nurse?"
"Certified and everything" she replied, not hearing my dumb question.
I looked at her, really looked at her. Flowers clutched in her hands and not a speck of dirt or wrinkle on her clothes. She looked like she had just left home and got on the train just a few moments ago.
"How long have you been on this train?"
She looked back at me as if she was lost in thought. A few seconds passed before she leaned back and sat forward.
"Do you have a working phone or anything?"
She didn't answer.
"Hey, I just realized I don't know your name. Mine is Tobey. You?"
Her face lit up as she looked at me. "My name is Lisa"
"Well, Lisa...Something about this train isn't right, Lisa. I think we better find a way off but I need your help to do that."
"Okay", she says as the scent of flowers hit my nose.
"Lisa? Like the name on the card?"
"Yeah my boyfriend sent this to me, I guess he really does care. Thank you for delivering them, I was so...Like lost before."
"umm..Yeah no problem. Now we need..."
A familiar ringing sound echoed throughout the room.
"Next stop: Hei An"
At this point I forgot this train ever had an original destination at all. Wasn't sure to stay on the train or risk getting off into what could possibly be Hell on Earth.
Lisa's face was one of muted dread. "Should we hide?"
Hide? I thought. The only place I could think to hide is under the seats and no way am I fitting in 6 inches of space in the most obvious spot ever.
"Where?"
"Anywhere."
I refrained myself from any sarcastic retort as the train speed indicator began to descend.
I ducked behind the row of seats in front of me and Lisa soon crouched beside me. I almost told her maybe she should hide.behind a different row but having another person next to me give me comfort. Probably a false comfort.
The speed of the train dropped and dropped till leveling off at 70 kmh. Everything was silent, even the rustling of the train was barely a whisper. My heart didn't dare beat too loudly.
The silence was soon broken by a slapping sound from the train cars ahead of ours. I couldn't quite place it till Lisa said "Is that footsteps?"
They became louder and louder.till they were almost deafening then it just stopped.
A voice boomed from the front of the car.
"Tobey, it's your stop."
"How did he know my name?" I thought I tried to peek between the seats.
"Tobey, Tobey, Tobey... It's your time to go." smacking the top of a seat with a baton. "You've been marked, and they're waiting."
What's he talking about? Whatever, it was. I bet I rather not find out and with him checking every aisle we did the only thing we could.
Run.
Lisa was the first to burst into a full sprint right behind me. I heard him grumble but I couldn't make any of it out.
We ran and I kept checking behind but he wasn't chasing. Distance just gave comfort. A false comfort.
Lisa screamed and my head snapped back to look ahead. He was standing in the doorway in front of us.
"You can't run away"
The slamming of the door behind us cemented that fact.
"Who are you?" I asked.
He took a few menacing steps forward "The conductor, and my job is too remove the vermin like you"
A few moments of silence "Then talk us home, no way we are going to HeiAn."
His covered his eyes before slamming his heavy baton into the seat several times
"You can't go back!"
He took a few steps forward and he swung at us just missing my head.
Before I knew it his hand gripped around my wrist dragging me closer to the open door. No matter how I struggled he didn't slow down.
Lisa sprung up and kicked him in the back of his knee causing him to let go of both himself and his baton while falling out of the train car.
Lisa extended a hand while another hand gripped around the door frame. Without a second to spare, I bashed the conductor’s head in with his own baton dropping him out of the quickly closing door. He ran alongside the train pounding on the door but it was futile and then he was gone.
Not knowing what to do next and exhausted I took a seat and looked over at Lisa. Her exhausted face lost quickly to my blurring vision.
Everything went dark.
The chirping of birds stirred me awake and my eyes opened to the blue cloud patchy skies.
“Where am I?” I said as I stood up. I was alone and a few dozen feet from the tracks surrounded by empty fields.
With the warmth of sunlight on my skin “I made it back.”
Editor’s note:
I did some research and found out that there was a body found on the tracks on the opposite side of the country. A woman clutching a bouquet of flowers, her name was Lisa Chen.
The article was dated 2021.
I don’t know what to make of this. I couldn’t find any other article and my head has been hurting all day since I got home.
If you can share anything you find about her, I appreciate it and thank you all for hearing me out. I've been feeling tired all day, it's probably nothing but I’m gonna go to the doctor’s tomorrow.

Hey folks, thanks for reading. Thanks to the folks at datahoarder who sent us here.
Several of my friends and I have been trying without a lot of success to mirror a PHPBB that's about to get shut down. So far, we've either gathered too much data, or too little using HTTRack. Our last run had nearly 700GB for ~70k posts on the bulletin board (including full pages of the store associated with the site), while our first attempts only captured the top level links. We know this is a lack of knowledge on our part, but we're running out of time to experiment to dial this in. We've reached out to the company who is running the PHPBB to try to get them to work with us, and are still hopeful we can do that, but for the moment self-servicing seems like our only option.
It's important to us to save this because it's a lot of historical and useful information for an RPG we play (called Dungeon Crawl Classics). The company is migrating to discord for all of it's discussions, but for someone who just wants to go read on topics, that's not so helpful. The site itself is https://goodman-games.com/forum/
We're stuck. Can anyone help us out or give us some pointers? Hell, I'm even willing to put money towards this to get an expert to help, but because I don't know exactly what to ask for know that could go sideways pretty easily.
Thanks in advance!