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Frightening Encounter With Paranormal Bigfoot
2024.04.26 21:22 Lord_Long_Rod Frightening Encounter With Paranormal Bigfoot
“Now I reckon I cain’t swear to ever bit of the following being 100 cent like it happened. But this is cuz of the wootang element of the Sasquatch. Ya see, I could spectate on all the nuts and bolts of what happened, but I ain’t a’gonna. 99 cent of those filthy critters are just that: filthy critters. I ain’t dun never seen no wootang woogy-boogy. But sometimes weird shit happens that ya jest cain’t splain, know what I’m saying?”
“So thar I wuz, jest a sitting on my rocky chair on my front porch one fine evening, watching the sunset and sipping on sum of my sweet old mountain corn licker. All a sudden I wuz overcome by a feeling of dread and fear. Knowing that this be a sign of an infrasonic Bigfoot being near, I reached down and grabbed up my old shootin iron, a custom designed AR-15 chambered fer good old gubmint.45-70 rounds. Plus, this little beauty got the “third hole”, making it shoot real fast!”
“I raised my old shootin iron and sed ‘Alright, you cocksucking cocksucker. Jest git yer ass out here and let’s git this shit over with!’ Then it happened.”
“Everthang went black. I was paralyzed. My hands seized up, causing me to drop my shooter. I wuz totally helpless. But I wuz wide awake. Suddenly a creepy lime green glow appeared. It moved toward me. All I could do is sit there, pondering this predicament and aching to scratch my itchy balls.”
“And thar it wuz. A big old green glowing Bigfoot appeared before me, walking right up to the edge of my porch. That ugly sumbitch wuz about 12 feet tall, I reckon. A real big f#ggot. But it didn’t scare me none. I’ve kilt bigger ‘foots with my bare hands.”
“Now, when I say I wuz paralyzed, I Goddamn mean it! I culd not move nary a muscle. That damned old Bigfoot wuz using its mind tricks on me, I tell ya. The next thang ta happen wuz that the monster talked to me...using only it’s MIND! It’s lips never moved. I think they voodoo folks call it ‘telecommuting’ er sum shit.”
“The Bigfoot sed unto me ‘Roy, you have been terrorizing my kind for years. We, the ‘Tribe of the Forest’, we are tired of putting up with your hillbilly bullshit. All the murdering of us, raping us, putting our remains on your grill, and using our testicles as catfish bait, it all must end.’ At that point I noticed I dun got sum feeling back in my lips and tongue. I figured this big bitch wuz a’givin me an opportunity to retort. So I pursed my lips, looked at the big sumbitch, and said ‘Fuck you!! You big, cocksucking sumbitch, when I gits me legs back under me I is a’gonna turn you ever which a’way but loose!’ The big creature grimaced at me.”
“After a brief pause, that old supernatural Bigfoot bitch sed ‘Ok, Roy, have it your way. I will make a deal with you. I will set you free. In exchange, you will spend one day as a Bigfoot, experiencing life as we do. Then you will understand. Agreed?’ I narrowed my eyes, not knowing what the fuck this mangy thang was babbling about, and sed ‘Fuck you AND your momma, bitch!’”
“The Bigfoot sighed and shook its head. Then it sed ‘Oh, fuck it. I am just going to turn you into one of us anyway. Then you will be forced to learn.’ That old mangy squatch started glowing real bright, and pulsating. Then POOF! It was gone.”
“I must have nodded off cuz when I came to the sun was coming up over the hills. I thought to myself ‘Goddamn! That was one crazy assed dream I dun had last night.’ I jest chalked it up to mixing ‘shrooms with my old white lightning. Well fuck, whatever, you know? I figured I best git my old ass up and git to work. So I got on up out my old rocker chair.”
“BAM!!! I immediately felt the pain in my head. I hit my damned old head on the roof of my porch. ‘What the fuck?!?” I thought. I looked up and it wuz a lot lower than it were supposed to be. I figured maybe it crashed down over night. That must have been why I were passed out all night! The sumbitch came down and gave me a wallop over the head!”
“I tried to go inside my old cabin. I tell ya, it were the damnedest thang. I barely fit through the god damned door! Even inside my cabin I had to stay bent over to keep from hitting my head on the ceiling. I’m a’thinking ‘What in the hell? Did the whole fucking roof cave in last night?!?’ I figured I needed to git outside and see what the fuck happened ASAP.”
“But first I had to take a piss. I managed to git myself into the tiny crapper. I pulled out my wang and started whizzing into the can. Then ... I looked up and into the mirror hanging on the wall above the mirror. Before I could catch myself I let out a scream like a bitch! ‘AAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!’, I yelled.”
“Thar in the damned old mirror was a hairy ape-man staring back at me! I covered my eyes with my arm, needing a moment to collect my thoughts. I decided to look again. With fear in my heart, and my dick still in my hand, I peeked. ‘AAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!’ THERE IT WUZ AGAIN!!!!”
“After I wuz dun screaming my ass off, I fixed on the ugly thang in the mirror. I noticed that when My face twitched, the face in the mirror twitched. So I decided to try sumthang. I winked. By God, now I wish I hadn’t of done that, because the thing in the mirror winked back!! Then I lost control again. “AAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!’ I yelled.”
I closed my eyes tight and cyphered on the situation long and hard. By now I had started to calm myself a bit. I would periodically open my eyes and peek at the mirror. I finally came to accept what I saw. It were me. I wuz a’lookin at myself. I was turned into a Bigfoot!! Holy shit!”
“Then I look at my left hand. It were covered in fur! ‘Oh, sweet bleeding Jesus!!!’, I thought to myself. Then I remembered that I wuz still holdin my old pecker with my right hand. I looked down. I seen it. It were red like a dog pecker and had squiggly hair growin outa it. ‘AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!’ I started thrashing about, arms slinging and jumping up and down, all the while hitting my head on the ceiling! Yes, I literally went ape shit crazy, having a fit like an agitated primate in the monkey house at the zoo!!! I DESTROYED my bathroom! I put holes in the wall, broke the mirror, busted up my toilet, and shattered the mirror. It wuz a fucking wreck!!”
“I spent probably the next hour curled up on my bathroom floor weeping and praying to God. Well, actually I wuz cussing God fer allowing a man to be corrupted into monkey man. Of all the goddamn things that I could have been turned into, why did it hafta be a goddamned Sasquatch?!? Then I resigned myself to my fate. It could be worse. I could have been turned into a nigger, I thought.”
“Realizing that I needed to git up and sort this shit out, I pulled myself up from the floor. I noticed there was a lot of red shit pooled up on the floor. I thought to myself ‘Now what? Is that ...’ Yes, it wuz blood, and a lot of it. I wuz pretty sore from having that monkey tantrum in my little old crapper room. I clearly had hurt myself. Then I noticed I was holding something in my right hand. I opened my clenched fist and looked at it.”
“AAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!’ It was my dick!!! AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! I had ripped off my fucking pecker when I went ape-shit!!! Holy fuck!!!! The blood was coming from the hole in my nethers where my old Johnson used to be!!! ‘OH NOOO... NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!!’, I kept saying.”
“Well it wuz just about that time when I heard a knocking coming from my front door. This jerked me somewhat back to reality. Who could be knocking at my door?!? I cain’t let anybody see me like THIS!! Then I heard a voice say ‘Hey, Roy!! Open up the door! I need to talk to ya!’ I immediately recognized the voice. It wuz old Sheriff. I figured he wuz probably here to talk to me about shootin up the local cathouse the other night.”
“Now, son, this is where the story gets dark. There wuz no way I could go through life as a Bigfoot. These is big, ugly, smelly abominations. What’s more, I didn’t even have a dick no more. I decided to end it all. I figured that when old Sheriff saw me the first thing he would do is draw his service weapon and shoot me dead. And that’s jest what I wanted him to do. So I headed for the door.”
“Old Sheriff wuz still banging on my front door when I took hold of the doorknob and ripped the door completely off the hinges. There was Sheriff, standing thar eyes wide as saucers and mouth wide open! Clearly, he wuz in a state of shock. I tried to say ‘Shoot me’, but all that came out wuz some grunting noises.”
“That sumbitch Sheriff turned and started running his ass off down the trail that leads up to my cabin. That fucker ran like a pussy! I could not fucking believe it! This really pissed me off, so I set off after him.”
“I immediately noticed that I could move FAST! I felt like an athlete! What run that would have had me a’huffin and a’puffin, I covered in no time with little effort. I was a wild animal and I had the speed, stamina, and agility of such! It was amazing!”
“I caught up to Sheriff in just a moment. I knocked him to the ground, causing him to hit the dirt hard and keep rolling because of his forward momentum. I walked up to him just as he wuz gettin to his feet and, most likely, wuz a’gonna try to bolt off agin. I was thoroughly disgusted by old Sheriff’s cowardice. I shouldn’t be, I know. I dun knowd this feller since grade school and he has always been a big fat pussy.”
“Disgusted, I walked right up to Sheriff and slapped the shit out of him, as I have a hundred times before. However, never have I had Sasquatch strength when I slapped him. This time when I slapped him, his head come clean off his body and went a’flying into the brush! It wuz like hitting a baseball off a tee. ‘Oh shit!’, I thought to myself.”
“Just then I heard something, so I froze. I could sense - with my heightened Bigfoot senses - that I was not alone in the woods. Others were present. Humans. ‘BAM, BAM, BAM!’ came the noise. I knew immediately what it was: Tree Knocks!! There was Sasquatch hunters in the woods!”
“Then came the howl. Some asshole was trying to sound like a Sasquatch hollering. ‘Motherfucker’, I thought. I decided to howl back at them in order to show them what a real squatch howl sounds like. I let er rip!! It was a long, ferocious, and ear-ringing howl. I could not believe how cool it sounded. I wuz right proud of myself! In fact, I wuz startin to like this whole Sasquatch thing.”
“But my reflection wuz short lived, as I heard footsteps excitedly hurrying toward my position. Instinctively, I climbed a big old oak tree. In fact, I shimmied right up that without a moment of thought and with the ease of a monkey. Again, I am thinking this is pretty cool, having these physical abilities.”
“After about 5 minutes two men approached. I wuz laying in wait on a branch about 20 feet above the ground. I know I am going to pounce on these two fuckers and kill them, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Being a wild animal, I WANTED to do it!”
“When these two men were below me, I dropped down. I hit the ground immediately behind one man, grabbed his head in my hands, and ripped it clean off his body! I dropped it, and the head hit the ground before his crumpling body did. Then I pounced on the other man. It happened so fast, the second man had absolutely no opportunity to even think about getting away.”
“I had the second man pinned to the ground on his back. I wuz on top of him. I showed him my teeth and growled at him. I savored the fear in his eyes. He saw death. He even accepted death, I think. I was going to savor the taste of his blood.”
“Then, something stopped me. I knew this man. I paused. My facial expression must have changed too, as the man’s expression turned from abject terror to confusion. He had a pudgy face. He had a beard. He looked like a total putz. He obviously was not a woodsman. So what was a man like THIS doing here???” Then my expression changed again, for the identity of this man came to me. I realized who it was.”
“It was that fat f#ggot, Matt Moneymaker, from the “Finding Bigfoot” TV show! I didn’t like that little bitch when I was a human. I like him even less now. But I was not going to eat him. He most certainly tastes like day-old shit, as his appearance makes it clear he consumes a lot of shitty fast food and sugary snack food. I wuz not going to taint my system with such trash.”
“But just because I would not eat him does not mean I would not fuck him. And fuck him I did. I rolled his fat ass over, ripped off his britches and Ned-Beattied him right there on the forest floor with my big Sasquatch fist. It was a plum shame I had ripped off my own dick, but ya gotta roll with the punches, ya know?
“Then, ever thang wint dark!! It were jest like BOOM!!! One moment I were fist fucking Matt Moneymaker, then POOF! I wuz a’sittin on my front porch again. Like before I wuz paralyzed. Then came the creepy green light, followed by the glowing supernatural Bigfoot.”
“The giant beast mind spoke to me, asking ‘Well, Roy, did you learn anything?’ I noticed I had control of my mouth, and so I sed ‘Fuck yeah!!! Being one of you shit-assed thangs is fucking amazing!! I move like the wind and I get to fist fuck assholes and use my strength to rip off people’s heads. I fucking love it!!!’”
“The beast was not at all amused. In fact, it looked angered. It bent over my frozen body and with a growling voice said ‘Today shall be the day of your death, Roy.’”
“Well, sir, I looked up at that old voodoo squatch and told it I had something fer him. It paused. Then I sed ‘It’s in my front pocket. Let me give it to yah before I die.’ The beast motioned with its right arm, and then my arm became un-paralyzed.”
“With my arm free, I slowly reached into my pocket and pulled out my offering fer the monster. I held it forward, saying ‘Here, I do believe this belongs to you.”
“The beast looked at my hand, then it’s jaws dropped. It was looking at a severed Sasquatch dick. It then looked down and started groping for its own dick, which was not there! The beast went into an utter panic, screaming and flailing its arms like Yogi bear being chased by the park ranger! Just about that time I reached fer my rifle and dumped a mag into this bitch, including no less than 10 in its fucking head! The dickless Sasquatch fell to the ground, flopped around a little, then died.”
“Just an FYI, most Sasquatch are not woo. That is, they have no supernatural abilities. But the ones that are woo have a nice taste, as if they have already been marinaded in Teriyaki sauce. So, keep that in mind when you is a’grilling these bastards and remember that you don’t hafta season the woo critters very heavily!”
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“So thar I wuz, jest a sitting on my rocky chair on my front porch one fine evening, watching the sunset and sipping on sum of my sweet old mountain corn licker. All a sudden I wuz overcome by a feeling of dread and fear. Knowing that this be a sign of an infrasonic Bigfoot being near, I reached down and grabbed up my old shootin iron, a custom designed AR-15 chambered fer good old gubmint.45-70 rounds. Plus, this little beauty got the “third hole”, making it shoot real fast!”
“I raised my old shootin iron and sed ‘Alright, you cocksucking cocksucker. Jest git yer ass out here and let’s git this shit over with!’ Then it happened.”
“Everthang went black. I was paralyzed. My hands seized up, causing me to drop my shooter. I wuz totally helpless. But I wuz wide awake. Suddenly a creepy lime green glow appeared. It moved toward me. All I could do is sit there, pondering this predicament and aching to scratch my itchy balls.”
“And thar it wuz. A big old green glowing Bigfoot appeared before me, walking right up to the edge of my porch. That ugly sumbitch wuz about 12 feet tall, I reckon. A real big f#ggot. But it didn’t scare me none. I’ve kilt bigger ‘foots with my bare hands.”
“Now, when I say I wuz paralyzed, I Goddamn mean it! I culd not move nary a muscle. That damned old Bigfoot wuz using its mind tricks on me, I tell ya. The next thang ta happen wuz that the monster talked to me...using only it’s MIND! It’s lips never moved. I think they voodoo folks call it ‘telecommuting’ er sum shit.”
“The Bigfoot sed unto me ‘Roy, you have been terrorizing my kind for years. We, the ‘Tribe of the Forest’, we are tired of putting up with your hillbilly bullshit. All the murdering of us, raping us, putting our remains on your grill, and using our testicles as catfish bait, it all must end.’ At that point I noticed I dun got sum feeling back in my lips and tongue. I figured this big bitch wuz a’givin me an opportunity to retort. So I pursed my lips, looked at the big sumbitch, and said ‘Fuck you!! You big, cocksucking sumbitch, when I gits me legs back under me I is a’gonna turn you ever which a’way but loose!’ The big creature grimaced at me.”
“After a brief pause, that old supernatural Bigfoot bitch sed ‘Ok, Roy, have it your way. I will make a deal with you. I will set you free. In exchange, you will spend one day as a Bigfoot, experiencing life as we do. Then you will understand. Agreed?’ I narrowed my eyes, not knowing what the fuck this mangy thang was babbling about, and sed ‘Fuck you AND your momma, bitch!’”
“The Bigfoot sighed and shook its head. Then it sed ‘Oh, fuck it. I am just going to turn you into one of us anyway. Then you will be forced to learn.’ That old mangy squatch started glowing real bright, and pulsating. Then POOF! It was gone.”
“I must have nodded off cuz when I came to the sun was coming up over the hills. I thought to myself ‘Goddamn! That was one crazy assed dream I dun had last night.’ I jest chalked it up to mixing ‘shrooms with my old white lightning. Well fuck, whatever, you know? I figured I best git my old ass up and git to work. So I got on up out my old rocker chair.”
“BAM!!! I immediately felt the pain in my head. I hit my damned old head on the roof of my porch. ‘What the fuck?!?” I thought. I looked up and it wuz a lot lower than it were supposed to be. I figured maybe it crashed down over night. That must have been why I were passed out all night! The sumbitch came down and gave me a wallop over the head!”
“I tried to go inside my old cabin. I tell ya, it were the damnedest thang. I barely fit through the god damned door! Even inside my cabin I had to stay bent over to keep from hitting my head on the ceiling. I’m a’thinking ‘What in the hell? Did the whole fucking roof cave in last night?!?’ I figured I needed to git outside and see what the fuck happened ASAP.”
“But first I had to take a piss. I managed to git myself into the tiny crapper. I pulled out my wang and started whizzing into the can. Then ... I looked up and into the mirror hanging on the wall above the mirror. Before I could catch myself I let out a scream like a bitch! ‘AAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!’, I yelled.”
“Thar in the damned old mirror was a hairy ape-man staring back at me! I covered my eyes with my arm, needing a moment to collect my thoughts. I decided to look again. With fear in my heart, and my dick still in my hand, I peeked. ‘AAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!’ THERE IT WUZ AGAIN!!!!”
“After I wuz dun screaming my ass off, I fixed on the ugly thang in the mirror. I noticed that when My face twitched, the face in the mirror twitched. So I decided to try sumthang. I winked. By God, now I wish I hadn’t of done that, because the thing in the mirror winked back!! Then I lost control again. “AAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!’ I yelled.”
I closed my eyes tight and cyphered on the situation long and hard. By now I had started to calm myself a bit. I would periodically open my eyes and peek at the mirror. I finally came to accept what I saw. It were me. I wuz a’lookin at myself. I was turned into a Bigfoot!! Holy shit!”
“Then I look at my left hand. It were covered in fur! ‘Oh, sweet bleeding Jesus!!!’, I thought to myself. Then I remembered that I wuz still holdin my old pecker with my right hand. I looked down. I seen it. It were red like a dog pecker and had squiggly hair growin outa it. ‘AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!’ I started thrashing about, arms slinging and jumping up and down, all the while hitting my head on the ceiling! Yes, I literally went ape shit crazy, having a fit like an agitated primate in the monkey house at the zoo!!! I DESTROYED my bathroom! I put holes in the wall, broke the mirror, busted up my toilet, and shattered the mirror. It wuz a fucking wreck!!”
“I spent probably the next hour curled up on my bathroom floor weeping and praying to God. Well, actually I wuz cussing God fer allowing a man to be corrupted into monkey man. Of all the goddamn things that I could have been turned into, why did it hafta be a goddamned Sasquatch?!? Then I resigned myself to my fate. It could be worse. I could have been turned into a nigger, I thought.”
“Realizing that I needed to git up and sort this shit out, I pulled myself up from the floor. I noticed there was a lot of red shit pooled up on the floor. I thought to myself ‘Now what? Is that ...’ Yes, it wuz blood, and a lot of it. I wuz pretty sore from having that monkey tantrum in my little old crapper room. I clearly had hurt myself. Then I noticed I was holding something in my right hand. I opened my clenched fist and looked at it.”
“AAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!’ It was my dick!!! AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! I had ripped off my fucking pecker when I went ape-shit!!! Holy fuck!!!! The blood was coming from the hole in my nethers where my old Johnson used to be!!! ‘OH NOOO... NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!!’, I kept saying.”
“Well it wuz just about that time when I heard a knocking coming from my front door. This jerked me somewhat back to reality. Who could be knocking at my door?!? I cain’t let anybody see me like THIS!! Then I heard a voice say ‘Hey, Roy!! Open up the door! I need to talk to ya!’ I immediately recognized the voice. It wuz old Sheriff. I figured he wuz probably here to talk to me about shootin up the local cathouse the other night.”
“Now, son, this is where the story gets dark. There wuz no way I could go through life as a Bigfoot. These is big, ugly, smelly abominations. What’s more, I didn’t even have a dick no more. I decided to end it all. I figured that when old Sheriff saw me the first thing he would do is draw his service weapon and shoot me dead. And that’s jest what I wanted him to do. So I headed for the door.”
“Old Sheriff wuz still banging on my front door when I took hold of the doorknob and ripped the door completely off the hinges. There was Sheriff, standing thar eyes wide as saucers and mouth wide open! Clearly, he wuz in a state of shock. I tried to say ‘Shoot me’, but all that came out wuz some grunting noises.”
“That sumbitch Sheriff turned and started running his ass off down the trail that leads up to my cabin. That fucker ran like a pussy! I could not fucking believe it! This really pissed me off, so I set off after him.”
“I immediately noticed that I could move FAST! I felt like an athlete! What run that would have had me a’huffin and a’puffin, I covered in no time with little effort. I was a wild animal and I had the speed, stamina, and agility of such! It was amazing!”
“I caught up to Sheriff in just a moment. I knocked him to the ground, causing him to hit the dirt hard and keep rolling because of his forward momentum. I walked up to him just as he wuz gettin to his feet and, most likely, wuz a’gonna try to bolt off agin. I was thoroughly disgusted by old Sheriff’s cowardice. I shouldn’t be, I know. I dun knowd this feller since grade school and he has always been a big fat pussy.”
“Disgusted, I walked right up to Sheriff and slapped the shit out of him, as I have a hundred times before. However, never have I had Sasquatch strength when I slapped him. This time when I slapped him, his head come clean off his body and went a’flying into the brush! It wuz like hitting a baseball off a tee. ‘Oh shit!’, I thought to myself.”
“Just then I heard something, so I froze. I could sense - with my heightened Bigfoot senses - that I was not alone in the woods. Others were present. Humans. ‘BAM, BAM, BAM!’ came the noise. I knew immediately what it was: Tree Knocks!! There was Sasquatch hunters in the woods!”
“Then came the howl. Some asshole was trying to sound like a Sasquatch hollering. ‘Motherfucker’, I thought. I decided to howl back at them in order to show them what a real squatch howl sounds like. I let er rip!! It was a long, ferocious, and ear-ringing howl. I could not believe how cool it sounded. I wuz right proud of myself! In fact, I wuz startin to like this whole Sasquatch thing.”
“But my reflection wuz short lived, as I heard footsteps excitedly hurrying toward my position. Instinctively, I climbed a big old oak tree. In fact, I shimmied right up that without a moment of thought and with the ease of a monkey. Again, I am thinking this is pretty cool, having these physical abilities.”
“After about 5 minutes two men approached. I wuz laying in wait on a branch about 20 feet above the ground. I know I am going to pounce on these two fuckers and kill them, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Being a wild animal, I WANTED to do it!”
“When these two men were below me, I dropped down. I hit the ground immediately behind one man, grabbed his head in my hands, and ripped it clean off his body! I dropped it, and the head hit the ground before his crumpling body did. Then I pounced on the other man. It happened so fast, the second man had absolutely no opportunity to even think about getting away.”
“I had the second man pinned to the ground on his back. I wuz on top of him. I showed him my teeth and growled at him. I savored the fear in his eyes. He saw death. He even accepted death, I think. I was going to savor the taste of his blood.”
“Then, something stopped me. I knew this man. I paused. My facial expression must have changed too, as the man’s expression turned from abject terror to confusion. He had a pudgy face. He had a beard. He looked like a total putz. He obviously was not a woodsman. So what was a man like THIS doing here???” Then my expression changed again, for the identity of this man came to me. I realized who it was.”
“It was that fat f#ggot, Matt Moneymaker, from the “Finding Bigfoot” TV show! I didn’t like that little bitch when I was a human. I like him even less now. But I was not going to eat him. He most certainly tastes like day-old shit, as his appearance makes it clear he consumes a lot of shitty fast food and sugary snack food. I wuz not going to taint my system with such trash.”
“But just because I would not eat him does not mean I would not fuck him. And fuck him I did. I rolled his fat ass over, ripped off his britches and Ned-Beattied him right there on the forest floor with my big Sasquatch fist. It was a plum shame I had ripped off my own dick, but ya gotta roll with the punches, ya know?
“Then, ever thang wint dark!! It were jest like BOOM!!! One moment I were fist fucking Matt Moneymaker, then POOF! I wuz a’sittin on my front porch again. Like before I wuz paralyzed. Then came the creepy green light, followed by the glowing supernatural Bigfoot.”
“The giant beast mind spoke to me, asking ‘Well, Roy, did you learn anything?’ I noticed I had control of my mouth, and so I sed ‘Fuck yeah!!! Being one of you shit-assed thangs is fucking amazing!! I move like the wind and I get to fist fuck assholes and use my strength to rip off people’s heads. I fucking love it!!!’”
“The beast was not at all amused. In fact, it looked angered. It bent over my frozen body and with a growling voice said ‘Today shall be the day of your death, Roy.’”
“Well, sir, I looked up at that old voodoo squatch and told it I had something fer him. It paused. Then I sed ‘It’s in my front pocket. Let me give it to yah before I die.’ The beast motioned with its right arm, and then my arm became un-paralyzed.”
“With my arm free, I slowly reached into my pocket and pulled out my offering fer the monster. I held it forward, saying ‘Here, I do believe this belongs to you.”
“The beast looked at my hand, then it’s jaws dropped. It was looking at a severed Sasquatch dick. It then looked down and started groping for its own dick, which was not there! The beast went into an utter panic, screaming and flailing its arms like Yogi bear being chased by the park ranger! Just about that time I reached fer my rifle and dumped a mag into this bitch, including no less than 10 in its fucking head! The dickless Sasquatch fell to the ground, flopped around a little, then died.”
“Just an FYI, most Sasquatch are not woo. That is, they have no supernatural abilities. But the ones that are woo have a nice taste, as if they have already been marinaded in Teriyaki sauce. So, keep that in mind when you is a’grilling these bastards and remember that you don’t hafta season the woo critters very heavily!”
2024.04.23 08:53 DarthJaneway Boomer Bob doing medical tourism can't STFU about the lack of FOX News and local brothels.
My husband is in Costa Rica getting a dental implant. He spent much of today in a waiting room with Boomer Bob. Boomer Bob was furious that the On-Site hotel (literally the dental office has an attached hotel) does not offer cable TV so he can't get FOX News. Every new person who sat down got to hear Bob's tirade about the "broken TV's" and how ridiculous it is that he doesn't have "His Fox" he "told told those front desk assholes that if they didn't fix his TV he was going to move to a different hotel!" Bear in mind the on site hotel is $70 a night and includes a free airport transfers, free breakfast, and an amazing Cafe with price fix $14 lunch. It's clean, well run, and has a super friendly staff. It's is a fantastic deal. But alas, it doesn't have cable news and this is apparently a deal breaker for poor Boomer Bob. My husband made the mistake of answering Boomer Bob's question about where he's from (Boomer Bob's from Florida nach). When Bob learned my husband is from Portland, Oregon. He was then subjected to another monologue about how Portland is nothing but "weird people, hippies, and liberals". Eventually, Bob moved on to his next gripe. The casino brothel is closed down! He was DESPERATE to find a different casino that "had girls". Every man who walked into the room got interrogated about whether or not they had been or wanted to go to a casino. If they said yes, Bob had questions for them that made everyone in the room uncomfortable. When Bob started this particular tirade, there were four people in the room, Bob, my husband, and two women, none of them had engaged with him at all yet somehow Boomer Bob thought they would be sympathetic to his dismay over the shuttering of a local cathouse. When he was met with blank stares Boomer Bob backpedaled to give a TED talk about how "sex work is victimless, and people should be allowed to do what they want".
When the dental assistant came out to get Bob for his exam he literally said "hey there cutie, I'll be glad to follow you wherever you want" to her. EWWWW DUDE! SERIOUSLY ?!? What is wrong with these guys?!? The cognitive dissonance required to be a fox fundie searching for a brothel is enough to break my damn brain.
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When the dental assistant came out to get Bob for his exam he literally said "hey there cutie, I'll be glad to follow you wherever you want" to her. EWWWW DUDE! SERIOUSLY ?!? What is wrong with these guys?!? The cognitive dissonance required to be a fox fundie searching for a brothel is enough to break my damn brain.
2024.02.24 01:54 Elizabeth-Longwell [P5V9] Family Relationships, The Big bad and essential Morals
Be warned this Is a Long and rambling evaluation of the key figures and values within this series.
Throughout this series there’s a lot of focus on familial relationships, the good, the bad, the well meaning but flawed. It’s one of the best parts of this series.
The first relationships that are shown and emphasized as a sort of ideal are Rozemyne and Lutz. They both support each others dreams, even when they don’t understand them and serve of pillars of emotional and actual support for each other. She only comes to be fully attached to her family later, they lack mutual understanding to some degree, and often dismiss it as unimportant/ tantrum which is completely understandable given their cultural context and lack of education. One of the side stories with Tullie illustrates there’s this whole side ( her negotiating with Benno) that she doesn’t know and can’t relate to or even fully understand. Her father doesn’t either and dismisses what Tullie and Otto say as exaggeration.
Her family loves her, but they don’t fundamentally understand her. The support they can offer is primarily emotional, and serves as an ideal of truly self sacrificial love no matter the circumstances. They see her even into later parts through the lens of being helpless and a burden although they love her. Her mutually supportive relationship with lutz ends up being a lynchpin in her and his success, and Benno despite initially thinking it’s her magnanimity/ charity towards lutz he eventually realizes it’s a two way street.
Benno and Otto are first to truly recognize the potential and ability she has. Benno especially is a true ally, far more capable of understanding her position in their social context and utilizing it effectively.
Upon her entrance to the nobility her most prominent relationship is with Ferdinand, which with time develops into probably the best fleshed out example of true equality intellectually and unconditional mutual support. Their shared values of hard work, a high degree of filial piety, and independent drive toward learning makes them a clear duo. Ferdinand’s relationship with Sylvester lacks mutual understanding, and is largely a one way street. He does not benefit from it or receive support. They do not share or even understand his interests and don’t attempt to. Sylvester cares about him but it has clearly drawn limits.
Rozemynes relationship with them mirrors Ferdinand’s almost completely. They both take up the role of defending the other against Sylvester’s unreasonable demands.
Sylvester’s, Karsteds and originally their fathers attitude leaves a generational wound, Ferdinand and Rozemyne are left out in the cold almost always. They know Rozemyne won’t have children with both engagements and never even think to say anything to her. Which notably outrages Hannelore. Sylvester continually pushes a massive amount of work on both of them and offers the least support, having the smallest entourages, and ones they got entirely on their own. even when RM told him Ferdinand was drowning in work the minute she was in the Jureve and out of the way he started doing it again. The minute Ferdinand was gone, the same thing happens to her. He’s not malicious but he is massively negligent. He’s soft hearted, but not steadfast. The suffering Ferdinand endures alone is what leads to Eckharts suicide assassin mentality, unwilling to find peace and home (wed) until Ferdinand does. He learned the hard way no amount of work will be rewarded, and suffering will be ignored. Karstedt and Sylvester don’t mean ill, but they don’t have the decisive will or loyalty to intervene on their behalf. The first displays of true loyalty we see is when Sylvester is willing to fight to keep Ferdinand in Ehrenfest, and supports Rozemyne in her invasion. Here we see not the wishy washy sentimental but lazy persona so prevalent but decisive and confident support. He’s pushed toward it by RM. we see a glimpse of what he could be.
Florencia is grateful to RM, but not a mother to her. She’s someone to pass work onto, save her children and support the duchy. Contrast this to Elvira who did everything she could to support and protect RM while not sending the impression RM was currying favor with the Leisgangs. Florencia grieved not being able to hug Wilfried, but never thought about RM. the most she thought was man I wish I could fix her socializing skills but too bad she’s leaving and I’m pregnant Elvira can take care of it. She knows this is negligent and says as much to Sylvester but doesn’t move to fix it, or even get her the additional scholars that would free her up to learn. RM is prioritized beneath Wilfried Charlotte and Melchior for everything. Charlotte calls her out for trying to also push more work on her .
Furthermore it’s Ferdinand’s relationship to Rozemyne that sees him become a proper member of his own family again. She mediates and explains him to Charlotte and Wilfried, and as a result he comes to be the primary educator of all 3 of them. ( they all sit in on ADC lessons) something he would have never allowed pre rozemyne. He goes from forcing her to watch Hasse to shielding her and Charlotte from seeing the terrorist attack. It leads to his nieces and nephews calling him Uncle, and actually being a significant part of their lives. When RM goes missing Charlotte wishes she could consult “Uncle”. He gave her a path when RM was attacked to support her and the duchy, and opened up the chance for her to carve out her niche by supporting RM socializing. He acknowledges her competence and ambition and directed it properly. ( called her especially mature and insightful, raised under two unreliable older siblings 😂) something she desperately wanted from her own father. IMO did more parenting than Sylvester. She’s the first to ask to join RMs ADC lessons knowing her sister will never turn her down, and even get Ferdinand to agree.
His relationship with RM fundamentally changes him. He becomes more open with his emotions, and his brother eventually learns more about Veronica’s abuse. His isolation from his family is symbolically represented in the cape, first the one he received from his father that lacked embroidery ( no familial protection) then taken away entirely once he died. It was returned to him by Sylvester after he renters noble society as a result of RM and begun to bridge the gap of lack of communication with Sylvester about what truly went on with Veronica. Eventually RM adds magic circles to his cloak before he leaves, which is rich symbolically and actually. She’s his family, and extends the most significant support in the form of food, potions and intelligence. Eventually it’s her familial love that protects and saves him. (Her charm and rescue).
Their relationship works because they both understand each other on a fundamental level, and trust each order. Unlike Lutz and Myne he understands even if he doesn’t fully share her obsession with the library, as she understands even if she doesn’t fully share his obsession with research. He wants her to have at least in part what he was denied by Sylvester, a path toward her dreams even if they need to be modified. They are successfully influenced by the other and meaningfully contribute to each others dreams. They make each over better, more well rounded people.
The next most significant are RM with her siblings. Her relationship with Wilfried is very one sided and even at times hostile. She looks out for his interests and future, rescuing his education from his neglectful parents and Ferdinand’s overly harsh approach to children. She continually intervenes when it matters to help him grow, something his parents repeatedly fail at. She bears the brunt of the ire from the FVF retainers she gets fired, and directs Rhiyarda to oversee him. When they eventually become engaged which he agreed to to secure his position, and because he “wanted her to be nicer to him” it remains very self motivated. Whenever something goes wrong in his life he defaults to blaming others what is the product of his own actions. He repeatedly blames RM for things out of her control that are a direct consequence of his actions and is so callous and incompetent he earns the ire of his sister.
Contrasting this with Charlotte who despite not being an equal to RM as she herself admits in a display of remarkable self awareness does everything in her power to repay her sister even when they don’t fully understand each others desires they seek to help each other in anyway they can, and she deliberately carved out a niche that RM lacks to support her. RM pushes for charlottes involvement in the printing industry, and projects that qualify as significant “accomplishments” to such a degree that charlottes own scholars are stunned. She in turn comes to defend RM from Sylvester’s unreasonable demands as well, calling him and Florencia out for their treatment of her. She fully capitalized on the social connections RM provides and makes them fruitful, something Wilfried notably failed to do. She strives to be a proper child of an Aub, working hard for her family and duchy. She saw the benefits RM provided and fully utilized them, knowing her sister would do anything for her. She participated in 2 joint research projects with greater duchies, deftly manipulated RM to socialize with her, and gained connections to all the central players in the academy. It was this approach that allowed her to support RM.
Melchior is raised under the shadow of his older sisters mutually supportive and warm relationship being completely insulated from the cutthroat nature of most noble families, and openly admires her without a trace of the resentment and distrust so common in noble families, and adopts the same attitude as Charlotte to be useful. This is a lasting legacy of Ferdinand as mediated through RMs Familial affection. He got it from Veronica, but RM changed it from one of grim martyrdom to one of mutual support and desire to serve your family and community and we see it truly bear fruit in the family dynamic. It is the glue that keeps the family together when the Liesgangs try to break them apart. She is presented with the option to take power, and never even considers it. She gives Sylvester and Florencia the benefit of the doubt and both bridges the gap in communication and serves the role Ferdinand did.
It is An ethos that prioritizes lifting others up, and refusing to tear others down. Wilfried while clearly still under the shadow of Veronica’s influence eventually tries to step down. His treatment of Rozemyne still was horrifically lacking, not even attempting to be supportive partner is still much different than what would be the case of most noble families. Deeply flawed, selfish and immature but not malicious which is more than can be said for many.
Sylvester’s relationship to his children remains insensitive and deeply biased, much like the previous Zent who gave the g-book to her favorite son, and the Zent who limited succession to only her blood children. He’s willing to disown Rozemyne to protect Florencia and Wilfried, even though Wilfried issues are largely a product of Sylvester’s negligence. He in his attempt to make up for his previous mistakes falls off the road the opposite direction. Charlotte almost entirely loses confidence in her parents as a result of this, and it’s likely it’s RMs influence that prevented her becoming another Georgine. In her POV she feels she’s not loved by the gods; but she is by Rozemyne. “The gods” here being in part a symbol for her fathers insensitivity to her feelings.
Her relationships with her retainers reflect her fundamental attitude, she gains highly loyal alliances who truly want to be of use to her, and act out her vision. She has notably the weakest and most unusual retinue to start, but by impartial meritocracy, unconditional loyalty and support she cuts off the bad seeds (trugott) attracts unrealized talent ( Philline, Roderick, Mathias, Laurenze) and develops all of their ability much like Ferdinand does. ( though she bribed with sweets more often making it an overall warmer approach). Wilfried because of a lack of clear values and will never breaks out of under the shadow of Veronica, and attracts all the vultures and is unable to discern what is and isn’t helpful.
Charlottes entourage isn’t as excessively competent as Rozemyne’s but they continually strive to learn from hers, and capitalize on the opportunity she provides. RM retainers support Charlotte when she’s gone from the academy ( which is more often than not) and Charlotte wins their alliance through her warm supportive relationship with RM, in contrast to Wilfried who earns their ire. Brunhilde becomes a crucial ally to Charlotte and Florencia carrying on Rozemyne’s legacy of mutual support and building others up, they ruin georgine and Grausams plans more than once because RM gained the loyalty of the children of the key figures of the FVF, who most would execute and never want to accept as retainers. She attracts the cream of the crop, Mathias, Laurenze, Roderick and Gretia. Most others would never accept them but she actively tries to save them and open their futures, and they do the same in turn for her.
In dramatic conclusion to the generational trauma present in Ehrenfest what saves Their duchy from georgine is RM saving Ferdinand, and both returning with Dunkefelger. What started the conflict was a deeply disordered, violent and abusive form of love and lust for power Veronica showed, a sort of personal sickness tracing back to Ahrensbachs Gabriele. Both Sylvester and Wilfried couldn’t understand their siblings feelings, because Veronica neglected them in a wholly different way failing to instill any EQ. But by the time georgine invades the AD family for all its flaws is far more unified than ever before, largely due to RM. Sylvester knows her plans because RM obtained the Gbook to save Ferdinand, her major obstacle is RM- and yet she fails to even recognize it because from her perspective that kind of familial loyalty is entirety foreign. RM rallies dunkefelger, something she capable of because of a tight bond formed through Hannelore and ditter she earned both the Duchys trust and admiration. She heals the gap between Heisheitz and Ferdinand caused by lack of communication and misguided assistance and saves his life, and she and Ferdinand put a decisive end to Ahrensbachs tyranny. She returns to ehrenfest as the new Aub with Ahrensbach and dunkefelger knights and kill Grausam, with his son by her side.
What led to the victory was familial love and loyalty, close friendship and mutually supportive alliances. She succeeded where Ferdinand failed through the ability to ask for help, open communication and refusal to accept his death as a required price, the absolute opposite of Georgine and why she wins. Georgine and Ferdinand understand each other because they are grim pragmatists, albeit with very different core motivations but similar means. It’s only RMs unpredictable and unexpected idealism, loyalty and love that unravels it all. Sylvester refused to let his brother take the fall, and supports RM invasion as much as he is able. RM and Ferdinand’s alliance, and their friendships to Hannelore and Hiesshitz is on full display when the secure ahrensbach and return to save Ehrenfest. It would not have been possible otherwise. Both friendships prove essential. They proverbially purge the spiritual source of Ehrenfests Ferdinand’s and Rozemyne’s suffering. Lanzenave through their connection to Adalgisa villa, the origin of the Former Veronica factions abuse of Ferdinand and corruption that led to RM separated from her family and repeatedly attacked. Her becoming Aub allows her to lay Dunkefelger and Ahrensbach knights at Ferdinand’s feet. It is this that allows them to destroy their enemies, something Ferdinand could have never achieved alone with his emotionally constipated one man lost attitude. He was never permitted to fully exercise his true strengths because of the chains of political circumstance created by Veronica, The FVF and Sylvester and his fathers deeply biased love.
Immediately everyone defers to him, based mainly on competence, something that had never been truly acknowledged or properly utilized in Ehrenfest.
Both she and Ferdinand don’t fit in Ehrenfest anymore, Ferdinand wants more. He’s received unbiased unconditional love and support and he’s not going back to silent suffering as a martyr. RM both knows to fully utilize Ferdinand’s skills and support what’s best for him personally. He’s not the same man as he was. They both built a little society around themselves ( their retainers being shared) and exist best as a pair. She mediates his personal life, he mediates her public life. They are both capable of supporting each other as intellectual equals, and have complementary strengths that allow them to compensate for each others weaknesses, and share a deeply loyal self sacrificing approach to those they care for. ( Ferdinand’s just a dork in a completely different way than RM about it)
Ferdinand began isolated from his family, ostracized from his society, forced into a place that was regarded as a place for failures and a cathouse despite being the best and brightest of his generation. It is through his relationship with RM they clean house together and she drags all her retainers and eventually the whole royal family the greater duchies and critics into rituals in the temple with her with her siblings clad in blue robes.
The driving factor in the plot is purging those negative destructive influences, not through execution and death but through familial love. There are many points RM and Ferdinand could resent and work against Sylvester, Wilfried, Karstedt and Ehrenfest as a whole. but they never do. They see through the hearts of people and pay back any scrap of kindness 10fold, and overlook the callousness lack of support and understanding they often have.
The big bad of the story isn’t a person but callousness, heartless ambition, refusal to take responsibility, betrayal, incompetent arrogance, and disordered unnatural love and attachment to power. There’s no one “enemy” but a collection of clearly immoral, wrong people, who when wronged directed their anger and rage toward all the wrong people and became what they hated most morally blind to the irony of their actions. They don’t hate the action on principle they hate it was done to them.
Georgine to Sylvester, Grausam To Rozemyne, Veronica to Ferdinand and Rozemyne, Veronica and Gabriele to the Leisgangs, Rablaut to Ferdinand, Fraularm to Rozemyne.
Another collection of good hearted but weak willed and misguided unreliable people done a deep disservice by the legacy of their antecedents and lacking the ability to overcome their own weaknesses. It’s not their fault, but they ignore the suffering of those around them.
Sylvester to in order of severity, Ferdinand, Rozemyne, Charlotte, Wilfried and Florencia ( at different times in different ways) Wilfried to Rozemyne and Charlotte Adelbert to Ferdinand and Georgine Florencia to RM, Karstedt to Ferdinand Elvira and RM Anastatius and Eglantine to RM
Sigiswald to literally everyone and the absolute worst of the lot even if he isn’t on georgine level.
and a final collection of steadfast, loyal, loving and self sacrificing competent leaders who refuse to return in kind what they received, take responsibility and purge the generational faults imbedded in Ehrenfest breaking the cycle.
Ferdinand, Eckhart, Justus, Lasfam, Rozemyne ( her entourage pretty much in its entirety) Charlotte and Elvira
The foreshadowing, development of characters, internal consistency and morals are truly well done.
*** addition I don’t hate Sylvester Florencia or Wilfried this was just a dive into what I thought was the significant morals, lessons and dynamics that were laid out and so are skewed more negative to illustrate them. I really like many aspects of the characters the overarching eternal truth is Gabriele and Veronica were terrible and screwed everyone up.
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Throughout this series there’s a lot of focus on familial relationships, the good, the bad, the well meaning but flawed. It’s one of the best parts of this series.
The first relationships that are shown and emphasized as a sort of ideal are Rozemyne and Lutz. They both support each others dreams, even when they don’t understand them and serve of pillars of emotional and actual support for each other. She only comes to be fully attached to her family later, they lack mutual understanding to some degree, and often dismiss it as unimportant/ tantrum which is completely understandable given their cultural context and lack of education. One of the side stories with Tullie illustrates there’s this whole side ( her negotiating with Benno) that she doesn’t know and can’t relate to or even fully understand. Her father doesn’t either and dismisses what Tullie and Otto say as exaggeration.
Her family loves her, but they don’t fundamentally understand her. The support they can offer is primarily emotional, and serves as an ideal of truly self sacrificial love no matter the circumstances. They see her even into later parts through the lens of being helpless and a burden although they love her. Her mutually supportive relationship with lutz ends up being a lynchpin in her and his success, and Benno despite initially thinking it’s her magnanimity/ charity towards lutz he eventually realizes it’s a two way street.
Benno and Otto are first to truly recognize the potential and ability she has. Benno especially is a true ally, far more capable of understanding her position in their social context and utilizing it effectively.
Upon her entrance to the nobility her most prominent relationship is with Ferdinand, which with time develops into probably the best fleshed out example of true equality intellectually and unconditional mutual support. Their shared values of hard work, a high degree of filial piety, and independent drive toward learning makes them a clear duo. Ferdinand’s relationship with Sylvester lacks mutual understanding, and is largely a one way street. He does not benefit from it or receive support. They do not share or even understand his interests and don’t attempt to. Sylvester cares about him but it has clearly drawn limits.
Rozemynes relationship with them mirrors Ferdinand’s almost completely. They both take up the role of defending the other against Sylvester’s unreasonable demands.
Sylvester’s, Karsteds and originally their fathers attitude leaves a generational wound, Ferdinand and Rozemyne are left out in the cold almost always. They know Rozemyne won’t have children with both engagements and never even think to say anything to her. Which notably outrages Hannelore. Sylvester continually pushes a massive amount of work on both of them and offers the least support, having the smallest entourages, and ones they got entirely on their own. even when RM told him Ferdinand was drowning in work the minute she was in the Jureve and out of the way he started doing it again. The minute Ferdinand was gone, the same thing happens to her. He’s not malicious but he is massively negligent. He’s soft hearted, but not steadfast. The suffering Ferdinand endures alone is what leads to Eckharts suicide assassin mentality, unwilling to find peace and home (wed) until Ferdinand does. He learned the hard way no amount of work will be rewarded, and suffering will be ignored. Karstedt and Sylvester don’t mean ill, but they don’t have the decisive will or loyalty to intervene on their behalf. The first displays of true loyalty we see is when Sylvester is willing to fight to keep Ferdinand in Ehrenfest, and supports Rozemyne in her invasion. Here we see not the wishy washy sentimental but lazy persona so prevalent but decisive and confident support. He’s pushed toward it by RM. we see a glimpse of what he could be.
Florencia is grateful to RM, but not a mother to her. She’s someone to pass work onto, save her children and support the duchy. Contrast this to Elvira who did everything she could to support and protect RM while not sending the impression RM was currying favor with the Leisgangs. Florencia grieved not being able to hug Wilfried, but never thought about RM. the most she thought was man I wish I could fix her socializing skills but too bad she’s leaving and I’m pregnant Elvira can take care of it. She knows this is negligent and says as much to Sylvester but doesn’t move to fix it, or even get her the additional scholars that would free her up to learn. RM is prioritized beneath Wilfried Charlotte and Melchior for everything. Charlotte calls her out for trying to also push more work on her .
Furthermore it’s Ferdinand’s relationship to Rozemyne that sees him become a proper member of his own family again. She mediates and explains him to Charlotte and Wilfried, and as a result he comes to be the primary educator of all 3 of them. ( they all sit in on ADC lessons) something he would have never allowed pre rozemyne. He goes from forcing her to watch Hasse to shielding her and Charlotte from seeing the terrorist attack. It leads to his nieces and nephews calling him Uncle, and actually being a significant part of their lives. When RM goes missing Charlotte wishes she could consult “Uncle”. He gave her a path when RM was attacked to support her and the duchy, and opened up the chance for her to carve out her niche by supporting RM socializing. He acknowledges her competence and ambition and directed it properly. ( called her especially mature and insightful, raised under two unreliable older siblings 😂) something she desperately wanted from her own father. IMO did more parenting than Sylvester. She’s the first to ask to join RMs ADC lessons knowing her sister will never turn her down, and even get Ferdinand to agree.
His relationship with RM fundamentally changes him. He becomes more open with his emotions, and his brother eventually learns more about Veronica’s abuse. His isolation from his family is symbolically represented in the cape, first the one he received from his father that lacked embroidery ( no familial protection) then taken away entirely once he died. It was returned to him by Sylvester after he renters noble society as a result of RM and begun to bridge the gap of lack of communication with Sylvester about what truly went on with Veronica. Eventually RM adds magic circles to his cloak before he leaves, which is rich symbolically and actually. She’s his family, and extends the most significant support in the form of food, potions and intelligence. Eventually it’s her familial love that protects and saves him. (Her charm and rescue).
Their relationship works because they both understand each other on a fundamental level, and trust each order. Unlike Lutz and Myne he understands even if he doesn’t fully share her obsession with the library, as she understands even if she doesn’t fully share his obsession with research. He wants her to have at least in part what he was denied by Sylvester, a path toward her dreams even if they need to be modified. They are successfully influenced by the other and meaningfully contribute to each others dreams. They make each over better, more well rounded people.
The next most significant are RM with her siblings. Her relationship with Wilfried is very one sided and even at times hostile. She looks out for his interests and future, rescuing his education from his neglectful parents and Ferdinand’s overly harsh approach to children. She continually intervenes when it matters to help him grow, something his parents repeatedly fail at. She bears the brunt of the ire from the FVF retainers she gets fired, and directs Rhiyarda to oversee him. When they eventually become engaged which he agreed to to secure his position, and because he “wanted her to be nicer to him” it remains very self motivated. Whenever something goes wrong in his life he defaults to blaming others what is the product of his own actions. He repeatedly blames RM for things out of her control that are a direct consequence of his actions and is so callous and incompetent he earns the ire of his sister.
Contrasting this with Charlotte who despite not being an equal to RM as she herself admits in a display of remarkable self awareness does everything in her power to repay her sister even when they don’t fully understand each others desires they seek to help each other in anyway they can, and she deliberately carved out a niche that RM lacks to support her. RM pushes for charlottes involvement in the printing industry, and projects that qualify as significant “accomplishments” to such a degree that charlottes own scholars are stunned. She in turn comes to defend RM from Sylvester’s unreasonable demands as well, calling him and Florencia out for their treatment of her. She fully capitalized on the social connections RM provides and makes them fruitful, something Wilfried notably failed to do. She strives to be a proper child of an Aub, working hard for her family and duchy. She saw the benefits RM provided and fully utilized them, knowing her sister would do anything for her. She participated in 2 joint research projects with greater duchies, deftly manipulated RM to socialize with her, and gained connections to all the central players in the academy. It was this approach that allowed her to support RM.
Melchior is raised under the shadow of his older sisters mutually supportive and warm relationship being completely insulated from the cutthroat nature of most noble families, and openly admires her without a trace of the resentment and distrust so common in noble families, and adopts the same attitude as Charlotte to be useful. This is a lasting legacy of Ferdinand as mediated through RMs Familial affection. He got it from Veronica, but RM changed it from one of grim martyrdom to one of mutual support and desire to serve your family and community and we see it truly bear fruit in the family dynamic. It is the glue that keeps the family together when the Liesgangs try to break them apart. She is presented with the option to take power, and never even considers it. She gives Sylvester and Florencia the benefit of the doubt and both bridges the gap in communication and serves the role Ferdinand did.
It is An ethos that prioritizes lifting others up, and refusing to tear others down. Wilfried while clearly still under the shadow of Veronica’s influence eventually tries to step down. His treatment of Rozemyne still was horrifically lacking, not even attempting to be supportive partner is still much different than what would be the case of most noble families. Deeply flawed, selfish and immature but not malicious which is more than can be said for many.
Sylvester’s relationship to his children remains insensitive and deeply biased, much like the previous Zent who gave the g-book to her favorite son, and the Zent who limited succession to only her blood children. He’s willing to disown Rozemyne to protect Florencia and Wilfried, even though Wilfried issues are largely a product of Sylvester’s negligence. He in his attempt to make up for his previous mistakes falls off the road the opposite direction. Charlotte almost entirely loses confidence in her parents as a result of this, and it’s likely it’s RMs influence that prevented her becoming another Georgine. In her POV she feels she’s not loved by the gods; but she is by Rozemyne. “The gods” here being in part a symbol for her fathers insensitivity to her feelings.
Her relationships with her retainers reflect her fundamental attitude, she gains highly loyal alliances who truly want to be of use to her, and act out her vision. She has notably the weakest and most unusual retinue to start, but by impartial meritocracy, unconditional loyalty and support she cuts off the bad seeds (trugott) attracts unrealized talent ( Philline, Roderick, Mathias, Laurenze) and develops all of their ability much like Ferdinand does. ( though she bribed with sweets more often making it an overall warmer approach). Wilfried because of a lack of clear values and will never breaks out of under the shadow of Veronica, and attracts all the vultures and is unable to discern what is and isn’t helpful.
Charlottes entourage isn’t as excessively competent as Rozemyne’s but they continually strive to learn from hers, and capitalize on the opportunity she provides. RM retainers support Charlotte when she’s gone from the academy ( which is more often than not) and Charlotte wins their alliance through her warm supportive relationship with RM, in contrast to Wilfried who earns their ire. Brunhilde becomes a crucial ally to Charlotte and Florencia carrying on Rozemyne’s legacy of mutual support and building others up, they ruin georgine and Grausams plans more than once because RM gained the loyalty of the children of the key figures of the FVF, who most would execute and never want to accept as retainers. She attracts the cream of the crop, Mathias, Laurenze, Roderick and Gretia. Most others would never accept them but she actively tries to save them and open their futures, and they do the same in turn for her.
In dramatic conclusion to the generational trauma present in Ehrenfest what saves Their duchy from georgine is RM saving Ferdinand, and both returning with Dunkefelger. What started the conflict was a deeply disordered, violent and abusive form of love and lust for power Veronica showed, a sort of personal sickness tracing back to Ahrensbachs Gabriele. Both Sylvester and Wilfried couldn’t understand their siblings feelings, because Veronica neglected them in a wholly different way failing to instill any EQ. But by the time georgine invades the AD family for all its flaws is far more unified than ever before, largely due to RM. Sylvester knows her plans because RM obtained the Gbook to save Ferdinand, her major obstacle is RM- and yet she fails to even recognize it because from her perspective that kind of familial loyalty is entirety foreign. RM rallies dunkefelger, something she capable of because of a tight bond formed through Hannelore and ditter she earned both the Duchys trust and admiration. She heals the gap between Heisheitz and Ferdinand caused by lack of communication and misguided assistance and saves his life, and she and Ferdinand put a decisive end to Ahrensbachs tyranny. She returns to ehrenfest as the new Aub with Ahrensbach and dunkefelger knights and kill Grausam, with his son by her side.
What led to the victory was familial love and loyalty, close friendship and mutually supportive alliances. She succeeded where Ferdinand failed through the ability to ask for help, open communication and refusal to accept his death as a required price, the absolute opposite of Georgine and why she wins. Georgine and Ferdinand understand each other because they are grim pragmatists, albeit with very different core motivations but similar means. It’s only RMs unpredictable and unexpected idealism, loyalty and love that unravels it all. Sylvester refused to let his brother take the fall, and supports RM invasion as much as he is able. RM and Ferdinand’s alliance, and their friendships to Hannelore and Hiesshitz is on full display when the secure ahrensbach and return to save Ehrenfest. It would not have been possible otherwise. Both friendships prove essential. They proverbially purge the spiritual source of Ehrenfests Ferdinand’s and Rozemyne’s suffering. Lanzenave through their connection to Adalgisa villa, the origin of the Former Veronica factions abuse of Ferdinand and corruption that led to RM separated from her family and repeatedly attacked. Her becoming Aub allows her to lay Dunkefelger and Ahrensbach knights at Ferdinand’s feet. It is this that allows them to destroy their enemies, something Ferdinand could have never achieved alone with his emotionally constipated one man lost attitude. He was never permitted to fully exercise his true strengths because of the chains of political circumstance created by Veronica, The FVF and Sylvester and his fathers deeply biased love.
Immediately everyone defers to him, based mainly on competence, something that had never been truly acknowledged or properly utilized in Ehrenfest.
Both she and Ferdinand don’t fit in Ehrenfest anymore, Ferdinand wants more. He’s received unbiased unconditional love and support and he’s not going back to silent suffering as a martyr. RM both knows to fully utilize Ferdinand’s skills and support what’s best for him personally. He’s not the same man as he was. They both built a little society around themselves ( their retainers being shared) and exist best as a pair. She mediates his personal life, he mediates her public life. They are both capable of supporting each other as intellectual equals, and have complementary strengths that allow them to compensate for each others weaknesses, and share a deeply loyal self sacrificing approach to those they care for. ( Ferdinand’s just a dork in a completely different way than RM about it)
Ferdinand began isolated from his family, ostracized from his society, forced into a place that was regarded as a place for failures and a cathouse despite being the best and brightest of his generation. It is through his relationship with RM they clean house together and she drags all her retainers and eventually the whole royal family the greater duchies and critics into rituals in the temple with her with her siblings clad in blue robes.
The driving factor in the plot is purging those negative destructive influences, not through execution and death but through familial love. There are many points RM and Ferdinand could resent and work against Sylvester, Wilfried, Karstedt and Ehrenfest as a whole. but they never do. They see through the hearts of people and pay back any scrap of kindness 10fold, and overlook the callousness lack of support and understanding they often have.
The big bad of the story isn’t a person but callousness, heartless ambition, refusal to take responsibility, betrayal, incompetent arrogance, and disordered unnatural love and attachment to power. There’s no one “enemy” but a collection of clearly immoral, wrong people, who when wronged directed their anger and rage toward all the wrong people and became what they hated most morally blind to the irony of their actions. They don’t hate the action on principle they hate it was done to them.
Georgine to Sylvester, Grausam To Rozemyne, Veronica to Ferdinand and Rozemyne, Veronica and Gabriele to the Leisgangs, Rablaut to Ferdinand, Fraularm to Rozemyne.
Another collection of good hearted but weak willed and misguided unreliable people done a deep disservice by the legacy of their antecedents and lacking the ability to overcome their own weaknesses. It’s not their fault, but they ignore the suffering of those around them.
Sylvester to in order of severity, Ferdinand, Rozemyne, Charlotte, Wilfried and Florencia ( at different times in different ways) Wilfried to Rozemyne and Charlotte Adelbert to Ferdinand and Georgine Florencia to RM, Karstedt to Ferdinand Elvira and RM Anastatius and Eglantine to RM
Sigiswald to literally everyone and the absolute worst of the lot even if he isn’t on georgine level.
and a final collection of steadfast, loyal, loving and self sacrificing competent leaders who refuse to return in kind what they received, take responsibility and purge the generational faults imbedded in Ehrenfest breaking the cycle.
Ferdinand, Eckhart, Justus, Lasfam, Rozemyne ( her entourage pretty much in its entirety) Charlotte and Elvira
The foreshadowing, development of characters, internal consistency and morals are truly well done.
*** addition I don’t hate Sylvester Florencia or Wilfried this was just a dive into what I thought was the significant morals, lessons and dynamics that were laid out and so are skewed more negative to illustrate them. I really like many aspects of the characters the overarching eternal truth is Gabriele and Veronica were terrible and screwed everyone up.
2024.02.11 21:00 G-man200281 Bootleg discs for the cigarette singles boxes
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2024.01.05 10:28 jtjdp FAQ: What’s The Strongest Opioid In the UK? -Koi Pond Percocet: Heroin Homeopathy Alternatives [Counter Clinical Advice Censored from NHS Pamphlets]
https://www.reddit.com/opiates/s/Y2Qk8kKyHt
FAQ: What's The Strongest Opioid In the UK?
This question is a frequent guest star in opioid centric subs.
For the benefit of Those living across the Pond or anywhere you have single payor pharmaco formularies of cheap subsidized drugs: you no longer need be in the dark about the most efficacious remedy to the age old question:
Most efficacious prescription for knocking one's dick in the dirt.
Based on the 15 yrs I spent in a state of near continual "wakeful narcosis", the loss of brain cells during my 20s and early 30s was not in vain.
My loss is your gain! Enjoy...
The strongest or most potent in terms of Morphine equivalence is likely Sufentanil or remifentanil.
Acute potency immediately following a bolus dose is somewhere around 2000-5000 x Morphine according to Rodent assays from the 1970s provided by Janssen.
Sufentanil will last about 30 Mins when used for ambulant analgesia typically by intranasal Admin. Similar for injection, although it's not exactly a first line analgesic encountered in outpatient settings. Prolly not gonna see very much diverted sufent unless you Brits can hack the Pyxis***(see appendix) machines at the hospital.
Comparison to other substistuted 4-anilidopiperidines:
The half life of sufentanil, a 4-ether fentanyl deriv, is shorter than the related 4-carbomethoxy ester deriv, Known in bespoke Russian hostage negotiation resolution circles as "carfentanil" or "Chechenfentanil" for those hard of hearing & less concerned with civilian casualties during Moscow theatre siege cosplay.
Remifentanil is a 3rd generation fentalog popular among American anesthesiologists for its rapid induction and the uniquely short half life, 5 mins. Allowing for automated smooth sailing thru unconsciousness and a rapid ascension back to post op consciousness. Maintaining a steady state of drug requires a continual infusion, but this is par for the course in modem practice.
Remifentanil has a metabolically labile long chain ester attached to the piperidine nitrogen. This is rapidly cleaved in vivo by blood esterase enzymes, giving the drug a. Very short duration. The metaboliite is Remifentanilic Acid. Which is three orders of magnitude less potent than the ester parent molecule. Approx equipotent with Morphine.
I'm not personally familiar with Remifentanil or sufentanil. Otherwise I'd robably be enjoying the smooth sailing of emifentanil Caribbean cruise on the pleasure plateau of the edge of consciousness.
If euphoric hedonic tone is the desired clinical endpoint you seek, you will need to look at the rare opioids of first half 20th century antiqutiy if you desire some real gems
Dipipanone and phenadoxone are the N piperidine and N-morpholine congeners of the more common methadone.
These two methadone analogs were likely elucidate by the original pair that discovered methadone and isomethadone in the winter of 1938/39. Hoeschst AG R&D chief M bockmühl & his deputy/successor Ehrhardt elucidated the methadone series about a year after the very first synthetic opioid, pethidine, was synthesized by their Hoeschst colleague Otto Eisleb, in 1937.
The Morphine like pharmacology of Meperidine was revealed in 1938 during bioactivity assays in mice: a positive Straub tail response, attributed to pharmacologist Otto Schaumman.
The murine Straub tail is a well established narcotic cue that is (for the most part) specific to mu opioid agonists with reinforcing psychoactive properties.
With the knowledge of Schaumman, Bockmuehl and Ehrhart recognized the relationship between antispasmodic type drugs related to pethidine and their own Diphenylpropylamine prototype, methadone, which hasnmodest antispasmodic activity as well as strong opioid analgesic.
The elucidation of other methadone derivs such as dipipanone and phenadoxone was a rational extension of well known lines of inquiry.
A prototype amine is discovered. Based on the enhancement of Morphine analogs by modifying their amine substituents, a logical investigation would quickly begin switching out amine moieties like an Angstrom caliber bukkake swap meet.
Other less noteworthy derivs include the normethadone analogs, Norpipanone and Hexalgon, the hexanone variants lacking methyl branching from the straight chain ethylene linker
Dipipanone is noteworthy for its (a) falling out of favor with the medical community which suggests higher than avg euphoria and supra percocet pleasure. And it's inclusion along with heroin and methadone among the opioids specified in the NHS lit as being specifically mentioned for maintenence therapy for opioid addicts.
My personal experience ranks it between methadone and heroin. It's not a top 5 billboard chart climber but it's good for a syringe shag in the loo when you got a Davey Jones caliber jonesing for a jab-joust
The most celebrated of the clinical opioid cosmos is the 1956 Belgian vintage from the vineyards of Janssen Pharms, known as Mad-Dog R875 or simply Dextromoramide!
As with dipipanone and phenodoxone, Moramides are members of the 3,3-diphenylpropylamine family. This is was Paul Janssen's favorite picnic stomping ground during his early career.
Moramides are derived from the Alpha methyl substituted scaffold of isomethadone.
In lieu of the methadone ethyl ketone, racemoramide features A five member pyrrolidine ring on the amide terminus and an N-morpholine at the opposite amine terminus.
Alternatively the pyrrolidine can be replaced by dimethylamide with little change in bioactivity.
This dimethylmoramide cousin is readily accessible thanks to tbr commercial availability of an older herbicide, Diphenamid, the penultimate step to moramide madness.
This starting material sports a convenient covalence: the diphenyl and dimethyl amide synthons are electron sharing besties.
It's like trading drugs for stolen jewelry: it saves me the hassle of going down to the shop and nicking it myself. Its halfway to baggij6 your capital gain. All you gotta do is some lightweight fencing.
The dextro eutomer of moramide has the same absolute configuration as the active enantiomorph of dl-isomethadone, (S)-isomethadone. (Ignore their inverted optical rotations, which honestly doesn't matter in the world of Receptor-mediated events I.e. molecular dynamics) As they are both alpha
The N pyrrolidine amide racemate tops my list of whiz pop bangers N mash. As my own surgeon general, I've determined that moramide is a tuber too far. Too hot for me to Handle. And it has a way of disappearing from the Flophouse and my pocket, with a quick egress given my house fire free record.
It's quickly gobbled down with more enthusiasm than an anemic Sinead O'Connor at an IRA potluck.
This opio-dachshund has short acting legs but an appreciable mass of meatus that can feed the avg 3 piece family of historic mandarin peasantry for half a winter.
For the modern American dog mom, like me, this is high praise for a pharmacopuppy that faces clinical extinction on account of it's habit forming potential and euphorigasmic psychoactive provenance.
who has adopted multiple litters of short and wire hair companions, likely to make up for my lack of enthusiasm for a hairy human clone of malevolent toddlery and preschool Precociousness.
As the saying goes, "Behind every Single White Female with a Beagle & Dog Mom bumper sticker, there lie unresolved 'empty bassinets' of the soul."
I don't buy every half baked witticism from Lauren Boebert's recent cookbook: "Easy Colorado Crackpot Cusine", but I do like low calorie crock pot recipes, so I'm hanging onto my copy for now.
DuchessVonD's sweet motherly disposition for animals my come as a surprise, esp given my soap-n-coathanger themed tweets from 2022. Human children are not the same as Welsh corgis and require an investment of time & money that depreciates as the merchandise ages and becomes somewhat more Autonomous and arguably well behaved. If something appreciates in (albeit intangible) value over time, you'd expect the fair market value to increase proportional to standardized test scores. Based on the market for infants vs 12 yos, children are not gonna make Warren Buffet's stock picks anytime soon.
(Source: "Kelly Blue Book Market Outlook for Private Russian Adoptions in Chechnya Oblast")
Your subcompact percocet pony from across the Pond,
-Deandra
X.com/DuchessVonD
u/jtjdp
AskChemistry
Patreon.com/Oxycosmopolitan
appendix:
1 Pyxis machines are a polite Euphemism for automated Rx Gloryholes. A code goes in; the Rx happy ending emerges. Its the inpatient version of the red light district Automated Apothecary. If you forget your poppers or viagra, having a sympathetic doc-in-a-box is a convenient alternative to frustration and disappointment. As hospital hanky panky is less public than other venues, a clever IOU token is issued kinda like a truck stop slot machine this can be redeemed at a designated alcove adjacent to the morgue in the basement for ur typical cathouse fare: ATM or hands on HANDIalysis (unlike other Rx-workers, pharmacists invest substantially more into their tertiary education, compared to the average stripper)
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FAQ: What's The Strongest Opioid In the UK?
This question is a frequent guest star in opioid centric subs.
For the benefit of Those living across the Pond or anywhere you have single payor pharmaco formularies of cheap subsidized drugs: you no longer need be in the dark about the most efficacious remedy to the age old question:
Most efficacious prescription for knocking one's dick in the dirt.
Based on the 15 yrs I spent in a state of near continual "wakeful narcosis", the loss of brain cells during my 20s and early 30s was not in vain.
My loss is your gain! Enjoy...
Acute potency immediately following a bolus dose is somewhere around 2000-5000 x Morphine according to Rodent assays from the 1970s provided by Janssen.
Sufentanil will last about 30 Mins when used for ambulant analgesia typically by intranasal Admin. Similar for injection, although it's not exactly a first line analgesic encountered in outpatient settings. Prolly not gonna see very much diverted sufent unless you Brits can hack the Pyxis***(see appendix) machines at the hospital.
Comparison to other substistuted 4-anilidopiperidines:
The half life of sufentanil, a 4-ether fentanyl deriv, is shorter than the related 4-carbomethoxy ester deriv, Known in bespoke Russian hostage negotiation resolution circles as "carfentanil" or "Chechenfentanil" for those hard of hearing & less concerned with civilian casualties during Moscow theatre siege cosplay.
Remifentanil is a 3rd generation fentalog popular among American anesthesiologists for its rapid induction and the uniquely short half life, 5 mins. Allowing for automated smooth sailing thru unconsciousness and a rapid ascension back to post op consciousness. Maintaining a steady state of drug requires a continual infusion, but this is par for the course in modem practice.
Remifentanil has a metabolically labile long chain ester attached to the piperidine nitrogen. This is rapidly cleaved in vivo by blood esterase enzymes, giving the drug a. Very short duration. The metaboliite is Remifentanilic Acid. Which is three orders of magnitude less potent than the ester parent molecule. Approx equipotent with Morphine.
I'm not personally familiar with Remifentanil or sufentanil. Otherwise I'd robably be enjoying the smooth sailing of emifentanil Caribbean cruise on the pleasure plateau of the edge of consciousness.
If euphoric hedonic tone is the desired clinical endpoint you seek, you will need to look at the rare opioids of first half 20th century antiqutiy if you desire some real gems
Dipipanone and phenadoxone are the N piperidine and N-morpholine congeners of the more common methadone.
These two methadone analogs were likely elucidate by the original pair that discovered methadone and isomethadone in the winter of 1938/39. Hoeschst AG R&D chief M bockmühl & his deputy/successor Ehrhardt elucidated the methadone series about a year after the very first synthetic opioid, pethidine, was synthesized by their Hoeschst colleague Otto Eisleb, in 1937.
The Morphine like pharmacology of Meperidine was revealed in 1938 during bioactivity assays in mice: a positive Straub tail response, attributed to pharmacologist Otto Schaumman.
The murine Straub tail is a well established narcotic cue that is (for the most part) specific to mu opioid agonists with reinforcing psychoactive properties.
With the knowledge of Schaumman, Bockmuehl and Ehrhart recognized the relationship between antispasmodic type drugs related to pethidine and their own Diphenylpropylamine prototype, methadone, which hasnmodest antispasmodic activity as well as strong opioid analgesic.
The elucidation of other methadone derivs such as dipipanone and phenadoxone was a rational extension of well known lines of inquiry.
A prototype amine is discovered. Based on the enhancement of Morphine analogs by modifying their amine substituents, a logical investigation would quickly begin switching out amine moieties like an Angstrom caliber bukkake swap meet.
Other less noteworthy derivs include the normethadone analogs, Norpipanone and Hexalgon, the hexanone variants lacking methyl branching from the straight chain ethylene linker
Dipipanone is noteworthy for its (a) falling out of favor with the medical community which suggests higher than avg euphoria and supra percocet pleasure. And it's inclusion along with heroin and methadone among the opioids specified in the NHS lit as being specifically mentioned for maintenence therapy for opioid addicts.
My personal experience ranks it between methadone and heroin. It's not a top 5 billboard chart climber but it's good for a syringe shag in the loo when you got a Davey Jones caliber jonesing for a jab-joust
The most celebrated of the clinical opioid cosmos is the 1956 Belgian vintage from the vineyards of Janssen Pharms, known as Mad-Dog R875 or simply Dextromoramide!
As with dipipanone and phenodoxone, Moramides are members of the 3,3-diphenylpropylamine family. This is was Paul Janssen's favorite picnic stomping ground during his early career.
Moramides are derived from the Alpha methyl substituted scaffold of isomethadone.
In lieu of the methadone ethyl ketone, racemoramide features A five member pyrrolidine ring on the amide terminus and an N-morpholine at the opposite amine terminus.
Alternatively the pyrrolidine can be replaced by dimethylamide with little change in bioactivity.
This dimethylmoramide cousin is readily accessible thanks to tbr commercial availability of an older herbicide, Diphenamid, the penultimate step to moramide madness.
This starting material sports a convenient covalence: the diphenyl and dimethyl amide synthons are electron sharing besties.
It's like trading drugs for stolen jewelry: it saves me the hassle of going down to the shop and nicking it myself. Its halfway to baggij6 your capital gain. All you gotta do is some lightweight fencing.
The dextro eutomer of moramide has the same absolute configuration as the active enantiomorph of dl-isomethadone, (S)-isomethadone. (Ignore their inverted optical rotations, which honestly doesn't matter in the world of Receptor-mediated events I.e. molecular dynamics) As they are both alpha
The N pyrrolidine amide racemate tops my list of whiz pop bangers N mash. As my own surgeon general, I've determined that moramide is a tuber too far. Too hot for me to Handle. And it has a way of disappearing from the Flophouse and my pocket, with a quick egress given my house fire free record.
It's quickly gobbled down with more enthusiasm than an anemic Sinead O'Connor at an IRA potluck.
This opio-dachshund has short acting legs but an appreciable mass of meatus that can feed the avg 3 piece family of historic mandarin peasantry for half a winter.
For the modern American dog mom, like me, this is high praise for a pharmacopuppy that faces clinical extinction on account of it's habit forming potential and euphorigasmic psychoactive provenance.
who has adopted multiple litters of short and wire hair companions, likely to make up for my lack of enthusiasm for a hairy human clone of malevolent toddlery and preschool Precociousness.
As the saying goes, "Behind every Single White Female with a Beagle & Dog Mom bumper sticker, there lie unresolved 'empty bassinets' of the soul."
I don't buy every half baked witticism from Lauren Boebert's recent cookbook: "Easy Colorado Crackpot Cusine", but I do like low calorie crock pot recipes, so I'm hanging onto my copy for now.
DuchessVonD's sweet motherly disposition for animals my come as a surprise, esp given my soap-n-coathanger themed tweets from 2022. Human children are not the same as Welsh corgis and require an investment of time & money that depreciates as the merchandise ages and becomes somewhat more Autonomous and arguably well behaved. If something appreciates in (albeit intangible) value over time, you'd expect the fair market value to increase proportional to standardized test scores. Based on the market for infants vs 12 yos, children are not gonna make Warren Buffet's stock picks anytime soon.
(Source: "Kelly Blue Book Market Outlook for Private Russian Adoptions in Chechnya Oblast")
Your subcompact percocet pony from across the Pond,
-Deandra
X.com/DuchessVonD
u/jtjdp
AskChemistry
Patreon.com/Oxycosmopolitan
1 Pyxis machines are a polite Euphemism for automated Rx Gloryholes. A code goes in; the Rx happy ending emerges. Its the inpatient version of the red light district Automated Apothecary. If you forget your poppers or viagra, having a sympathetic doc-in-a-box is a convenient alternative to frustration and disappointment. As hospital hanky panky is less public than other venues, a clever IOU token is issued kinda like a truck stop slot machine this can be redeemed at a designated alcove adjacent to the morgue in the basement for ur typical cathouse fare: ATM or hands on HANDIalysis (unlike other Rx-workers, pharmacists invest substantially more into their tertiary education, compared to the average stripper)
2024.01.02 11:28 ltm789 So What is THE Best Single of Oasis
Quite simply what is their best single overall including the 3 supporting tracks. Live Forever maybe better than Shakermaker for example but if you favour the other 3 tracks on Shakermaker over the supporting tracks on Live Forever you may opt for Shakermaker being the better single. I have made life easy for everyone by listing them all below 😊. For me personally I'm going for Whatever, Cigarettes & Alcohol and Some Might Say. If absolutely pushed.....Whatever. Enjoy👍:
SUPERSONIC:
1."Wonderwall"
DON'T LOOK BACK IN ANGER
1."I'm Outta Time" (album version)
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SUPERSONIC:
- "Supersonic" – 4:46
- "Take Me Away" – 4:34
- "I Will Believe"[nb 9]#cite_note-102) (live) – 3:46
- "Columbia" (white label demo) – 5:24
- "Shakermaker" – 5:08
- "D'Yer Wanna Be a Spaceman?" – 2:41
- "Alive" (8-track demo) – 3:56
- "Bring It on Down" (live) – 4:17
- "Live Forever" – 4:38
- "Up in the Sky" (acoustic) – 3:32
- "Cloudburst" – 5:21
- "Supersonic)" (live April '94) – 5:13
- "Cigarettes & Alcohol" – 4:48
- "I Am the Walrus" (live at Glasgow Cathouse, June '94) – 8:15[a]
- "Listen Up" – 6:39
- "Fade Away" – 4:13
- "Whatever" – 6:21
- "(It's Good) to Be Free" – 4:18
- "Half the World Away" – 4:25
- "Slide Away)" – 6:31
- "Some Might Say"
- "Talk Tonight"
- "Acquiesce"
- "Headshrinker"
- "Roll with It"
- "It's Better People"
- "Rockin' Chair"
- "Live Forever)" (Live at Glastonbury '95)
1."Wonderwall"
- "Round Are Way"
- "The Swamp Song"
- The Masterplan"
DON'T LOOK BACK IN ANGER
- "Don't Look Back in Anger"
- "Step Out" (Gallagher, Wonder, Cosby, Moy)
- "Underneath the Sky"
- "Cum On Feel the Noize" (Holder, Lea))
- "D'You Know What I Mean?"
- "Stay Young"
- "Angel Child" (demo)
- "'Heroes')" (David Bowie, Brian Eno)
- "Stand by Me"
- "(I Got) The Fever"
- "My Sister Lover"
- "Going Nowhere"
- "All Around the World"
- "The Fame"
- "Flashbax"
- "Street Fighting Man" (JaggeRichards)
- "Go Let It Out"
- "Let's All Make Believe"
- "(As Long as They've Got) Cigarettes in Hell"
- "Who Feels Love?" – 5:45
- "One Way Road" – 4:03
- "Helter Skelter)" – 5:51
- "Sunday Morning Call"
- "Carry Us All"
- "Full On"
- "The Hindu Times"
- "Just Getting Older"
- "Idler's Dream"
- "Stop Crying Your Heart Out" – 5:02
- "Thank You for the Good Times" (Andy Bell)) – 4:32
- "Shout It Out Loud" – 4:20
- "Little by Little"
- "She Is Love"
- "My Generation)"
- "Songbird"
- "(You've Got) The Heart of a Star"
- "Columbia" (live)
- "Lyla" (Noel Gallagher) – 5:12
- "Eyeball Tickler" (Gem Archer) – 2:47
- "Won't Let You Down" (Liam Gallagher) – 2:48
- "The Importance of Being Idle" (Noel Gallagher)
- "Pass Me Down the Wine" (Liam Gallagher)
- "The Quiet Ones" (Gem Archer)
LET THERE BE LOVE
- "Let There Be Love"
- "Sittin' Here in Silence (On My Own)"
- "Rock 'n' Roll Star" (live at City of Manchester Stadium, 2 July 2005)
- "The Shock of the Lightning" – 5:02
- "Falling Down" (Chemical Brothers remix) – 4:32
1."I'm Outta Time" (album version)
- "I'm Outta Time" (Twiggy Ramirez
- "The Shock of the Lightning" (Jagz Kooner remix)
- "Falling Down" (album version with extended intro) – 4:20
- "Those Swollen Hand Blues" – 3:19
- "Falling Down" (The Gibb Mix) – 5:12
- "Falling Down" (The Prodigy version) – 4:20
2023.11.07 17:31 bks1b 90's Oasis guitar solos ranked
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2023.10.25 11:36 Bitter-Jury9979 Feedback for the first part of Chapter 1?
For the past 10 years or so I've had a story bouncing around in my head which I've really wanted to write. I know the entire story, the characters and setting so well because of how much I've gone over it in my mind, I just never had the self-confidence to start. Yesterday I spent a couple of hours writing the first couple of pages, and I keep reading it over and over, but I'm unsure about it. Any feedback would be much appreciated thank you! [Not all gaps are in the correct place - I copied it from Word and it appeared as one giant paragraph, so I've quickly scanned through and added in some spaces.]
I stood at the window of my bedchamber, looking down at the oblivious citizens of Fye below.
They were all so normal, ordinary in the best of ways, and happy. I watched as a short, plump man in green overalls purchased half a dozen gardenias from a nearby flower stall, and as a Fye soldier dismounted his stallion to offer help to an elderly woman who’s cart had broken down. I imagined what it would feel like to be ‘normal’. It must be nice.
Being the son of a Lord and Lady, I had certain expectations of me – I was to be noble, brave, strong, I was to meet a princess from a far away land, and have several offspring after we wed. Free will for me was forbidden. I can’t go to buy flowers for my imaginary lover, or help that old lady with her cart without the permission of my parents or their advisors. I guess most people must think me lucky, born into wealth and power, but little do they know how lonely it can be.
I was awoken from my hazy, dreamlike state by a rhythmic knock at my door.
Knock, knock, knock!
“Bion? Are you awake” bellowed an elevated voice from outside my door “I have some exciting news!”
The voice was that of my older brother, Sura – I could tell that the ‘exciting news’ was big due to his tone. I imagined it would be some scandal – maybe the king of Oriseon had been caught visiting the cathouse again, or perhaps our Lord Advisor Janus was inebriated in the courtyard.
Bang, bang, bang! The knocking intensified.
“Bion, I need to tell you something!”
I sighed, as I slumped from the windowsill, losing sight of the people below.
“I’m coming!” I replied, just loud enough for Sura to hear.
The moment I unlatched the lock, Sura burst into my room slamming the heavy wooden door behind him. He looked pink faced and flustered, the moment I saw his face I knew his ‘news’ was more than the usual idol gossip be was prone to sprout.
“I’m going to ask Emma to marry me!”
Emma was one of the castles handmaiden’s whom I and Sura had known as long as I remembered. I was aware they had been covertly courting for the past few years, but she wasn’t a Princess, our parents would never allow it.
I wanted to be happy for them – no, I was happy for them – though I couldn’t shake the feeling this wouldn’t end well. They deserved love and happiness, but in a land where royals marry for gains and benefits, I wasn’t hopeful.
Sura must’ve clocked my initial reaction, which I tried to hide with a wide smile. “Could you try to be happy for me?” he said with a roll of his eyes.
I realised how rude I must’ve came off, shaking away any negative thoughts I placed my hand on his shoulder.
“I am happy for you, congratulations!” I replied before asking “... does Father know?”
He let out an almighty sigh and turned away hiding his face, and ran his hand through his curly brown hair in an awkward manner.
“Not yet, but I was thinking if I asked her in public, at the King’s ball tomorrow, Father wouldn’t want to create a commotion.”
Sura was known to have bad ideas from time to time, and The King of Oriseon had invited the six families of Exalos to a ball at his Palace tomorrows eve, it was to be a grand event – the six families hadn’t been together for almost a decade, and I doubt father would appreciate the show and dance of his eldest son proposing to, what they would call ‘the help’.
“Do you honestly think that’s a good idea? It could end in a bloodbath” he tried to interrupt me, but I continued “I’m not saying you and Emma shouldn’t be together, I just don’t know if it’s the right time to make any sort of big announcements, The King may think we’re trying to steal focus.”
This was followed by a deadly silence which felt to last a lifetime, before he turned to face me.
“Bion, you more than anyone should know that I need to do this” his voice cracked “For 8 years I have loved this woman, 8 years of sneaking away at night, 8 years of hiding in the stables, 8 years of lying to everyone I know!” he stopped himself “you wouldn’t understand.”
I bit my tongue, how could he say I wouldn’t understand? He knew the life I’d yearned for – the normal life, we’d spoken about it endlessly in the past.
I could see the disappointment in his eyes, I wanted to be supportive but couldn’t shake the thought of this backfiring, and the thought of the wrath Bion and Emma may have to endure from The King.
I took a moment as my eyes caught the sight of the rich, colourful tapestry besides him. It outlined our family’s history spanning twelve generations, starting with Lord Dekan and Lady Monoro, and ending with our parents – Lord Phoenix and Lady Zera. Each Lord married a Lady, and every Dame married a Sir, tradition is tradition, but surely it was time for change?
“I do understand” I said with a tremble “and you’re right, perhaps it’s finally time to break the mould?” I was still pretty uncertain that the ball would be an ideal location, but who was I to stop my own brother from achieving love and happiness.
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I stood at the window of my bedchamber, looking down at the oblivious citizens of Fye below.
They were all so normal, ordinary in the best of ways, and happy. I watched as a short, plump man in green overalls purchased half a dozen gardenias from a nearby flower stall, and as a Fye soldier dismounted his stallion to offer help to an elderly woman who’s cart had broken down. I imagined what it would feel like to be ‘normal’. It must be nice.
Being the son of a Lord and Lady, I had certain expectations of me – I was to be noble, brave, strong, I was to meet a princess from a far away land, and have several offspring after we wed. Free will for me was forbidden. I can’t go to buy flowers for my imaginary lover, or help that old lady with her cart without the permission of my parents or their advisors. I guess most people must think me lucky, born into wealth and power, but little do they know how lonely it can be.
I was awoken from my hazy, dreamlike state by a rhythmic knock at my door.
Knock, knock, knock!
“Bion? Are you awake” bellowed an elevated voice from outside my door “I have some exciting news!”
The voice was that of my older brother, Sura – I could tell that the ‘exciting news’ was big due to his tone. I imagined it would be some scandal – maybe the king of Oriseon had been caught visiting the cathouse again, or perhaps our Lord Advisor Janus was inebriated in the courtyard.
Bang, bang, bang! The knocking intensified.
“Bion, I need to tell you something!”
I sighed, as I slumped from the windowsill, losing sight of the people below.
“I’m coming!” I replied, just loud enough for Sura to hear.
The moment I unlatched the lock, Sura burst into my room slamming the heavy wooden door behind him. He looked pink faced and flustered, the moment I saw his face I knew his ‘news’ was more than the usual idol gossip be was prone to sprout.
“I’m going to ask Emma to marry me!”
Emma was one of the castles handmaiden’s whom I and Sura had known as long as I remembered. I was aware they had been covertly courting for the past few years, but she wasn’t a Princess, our parents would never allow it.
I wanted to be happy for them – no, I was happy for them – though I couldn’t shake the feeling this wouldn’t end well. They deserved love and happiness, but in a land where royals marry for gains and benefits, I wasn’t hopeful.
Sura must’ve clocked my initial reaction, which I tried to hide with a wide smile. “Could you try to be happy for me?” he said with a roll of his eyes.
I realised how rude I must’ve came off, shaking away any negative thoughts I placed my hand on his shoulder.
“I am happy for you, congratulations!” I replied before asking “... does Father know?”
He let out an almighty sigh and turned away hiding his face, and ran his hand through his curly brown hair in an awkward manner.
“Not yet, but I was thinking if I asked her in public, at the King’s ball tomorrow, Father wouldn’t want to create a commotion.”
Sura was known to have bad ideas from time to time, and The King of Oriseon had invited the six families of Exalos to a ball at his Palace tomorrows eve, it was to be a grand event – the six families hadn’t been together for almost a decade, and I doubt father would appreciate the show and dance of his eldest son proposing to, what they would call ‘the help’.
“Do you honestly think that’s a good idea? It could end in a bloodbath” he tried to interrupt me, but I continued “I’m not saying you and Emma shouldn’t be together, I just don’t know if it’s the right time to make any sort of big announcements, The King may think we’re trying to steal focus.”
This was followed by a deadly silence which felt to last a lifetime, before he turned to face me.
“Bion, you more than anyone should know that I need to do this” his voice cracked “For 8 years I have loved this woman, 8 years of sneaking away at night, 8 years of hiding in the stables, 8 years of lying to everyone I know!” he stopped himself “you wouldn’t understand.”
I bit my tongue, how could he say I wouldn’t understand? He knew the life I’d yearned for – the normal life, we’d spoken about it endlessly in the past.
I could see the disappointment in his eyes, I wanted to be supportive but couldn’t shake the thought of this backfiring, and the thought of the wrath Bion and Emma may have to endure from The King.
I took a moment as my eyes caught the sight of the rich, colourful tapestry besides him. It outlined our family’s history spanning twelve generations, starting with Lord Dekan and Lady Monoro, and ending with our parents – Lord Phoenix and Lady Zera. Each Lord married a Lady, and every Dame married a Sir, tradition is tradition, but surely it was time for change?
“I do understand” I said with a tremble “and you’re right, perhaps it’s finally time to break the mould?” I was still pretty uncertain that the ball would be an ideal location, but who was I to stop my own brother from achieving love and happiness.
2023.10.17 18:23 ArtFraga Haunted Cathouse Chords - Guitar Tabs - Nekromantix
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2023.08.31 01:10 newmusicrls Beatport Festival Essentials 2023 Tech House
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2023.05.30 21:56 MrMaggot98 r/ScottishFootball Football Manager Volume I: Episode 10 [SF CUP MATCHDAY 7]
![ScottishFootball Football Manager Volume I: Episode 10 [SF CUP MATCHDAY 7]](https://a.thumbs.redditmedia.com/9LbLTmMoykhkncn0xaf5nGDcpkqICEkkesnk_HvnBP0.jpg "ScottishFootball Football Manager Volume I: Episode 10 [SF CUP MATCHDAY 7]") | THE HEAT IS ONThe final matchday of the SF CUP saw intense matches all over the competition. As places remained up for grabs the most important games appeared to be Finport Rovers vs. Northfield Nomads, and GOMA Goths vs. Herewego Hurricanes. Both of these fixtures would see the winners almost certainly qualify, and so it was the Group C fixture that was selected for the viewing pleasure.Under Kirk Smith the GOMA Goths found themselves 14th in the Premiership. With only one win in their last five games across all competitions. The Goths had to hope for a better performance this time around. In an interview with BBC Radio 5 Live Kirk Smith gave insight to how his side might play ahead of the game against the Hurricanes. A defensive strategy? Will it pay off? The Herewego Hurricanes fared equally as well as the GOMA Goths. 15th in the Premiership with one win in the last five games in all competitions. The Hurricanes had conceded 10 goals in their last five games whilst only scoring 5. The betting man would suggest a 2-1 would be on the cards, but to whom? Jamaican manager Miguel Everett looked to rely on star man Niall Gillespie to help his side qualify. Captain of the side, and star man. Niall Gillespie had carried the Hurricanes through their cup fixtures with an average rating of 7.42 In an interview with Sky Sports, Miguel Everett implied his side would look to take the game to the Goths. https://preview.redd.it/7tx80u85r03b1.png?width=675&format=png&auto=webp&s=7bc8d9f62030624142dcf48268aa4897d6d9d249 With the game all set to be played at The Cathouse stadium. SF CUP MATCHDAY 7 - GOMA GOTHS VS. HEREWEGO HURRICANESAs the squads warmed up the Lineups were released.The Goths line up in a rudimentary 5-2-2-1 formation. Goalscoring forward Jamie O'Neill leads the attack. A 4-4-1-1 is the formation of choice for the Hurricanes. Niall Gillespie starts on the right as he teams up with Shane Gillespie (no relation). THE GAME KICKS OFF. The first of the opportunities came in the 3rd minute. A well worked attack from Herewego Hurricanes saw them make their way readily into an advanced position. Winger Niall Gillespie swung in an expert cross that was met by McKeown who headed it just wide of the post. The Score is 0 - 0. In the 10th minute, Andrew Smith claimed a clearance from the GOMA Goths near their box. Smith played it short to Niall Gillespie first time. Gillespie controlled it and turned, breaking into a sprint and losing his marker Granger. The sprinting Gillespie swung the ball into the box from the line taking the defence by surprise. Hurricanes Gunnarsson met it with his head! But Brian Nicol parries it... back into the feet of Gunnarsson who rockets a shot into the back of the net! 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As O'Neill marked him tightly into trouble, Gillespie passed the ball back to Kerr who struck it first time high into the box where striker Shane Gillespie ran into position, muscling Williamson out of his way and meeting the ball with his head! Goalie Nicol failed to meet it as it nestled nearly into the bottom corner! '74 S. Gillespie. GOMA Goths 0 - 3 Herewego Hurricanes. Both Gillespies bring the Hurricanes into a commanding lead that means they are almost a dead cert to qualify! Following an exciting second half the referee finally brought the game to a close with FULL TIME. GOMA GOTHS 0 - 3 HEREWEGO HURRICANES. A tale of domination from the Hurricanes with 27 shots to the Goths pithy 4... SCORES ON THE BOARDGROUP A AND BGROUP C AND D FINAL TABLESNorthfield Nomads and Seafar Villa qualify in Group A after Seafar draw 0-0 with Brexit FC, and Northfield Nomads crush Finport Rovers 3-0. In Group B, The Leveins and St Kilda qualify as St Kilda draw 2-2 with table toppers Glasgow United and The Leveins secure safety with a 1-1 draw against Deeside Rovers.Herewego Hurricanes, and Partick Fistula qualify in Group C following a 1-0 dismantling of Agriculturo Hawick and a 3-0 crushing of the GOMA Goths. Achill Rovers succumb to a 2-0 beating by table toppers Teuchter Thistle. Group D sees Whisky United and Yoker AFC qualify from the pack. Despite beating Holyrood Hollywood 2-0, Annick fail to qualify on goals scored as Yoker pip them following a 4-2 beating of the Bathgate Bams. THE NEXT ROUND IS DRAWN A tasty Aberdeen derby between Nomads and Deeside is the headline fixture here. |
2022.09.20 18:34 ap1msch Ragdoll grooming guidance
I have an 18-month old Ragdoll that is a gorgeous cat, and built like a brick cathouse. And yet, he gets knots on his belly, under his armpits, and between his hind legs. We have a litany of brushes. We have bribed him with treats. I am able to keep the knots at bay, but I'm unable to remove them entirely because he'll only tolerate so much.
We had a professional groomer, but even they weren't able to get all the knots removed in one sitting.
I'm not saying "how can I knock my cat out and groom him while he sleeps", but I am trying to do a better job of keeping him knot free. Having him tolerate the grooming better is the goal. Doing it longer so I can get the big knots gone, then focus on smaller knots, then work on prevention.
He cleans the crap out of himself (pun intended). He's not dirty. It's just that he has a massive fur coat and I think there's only so much effort one cat can put into grooming easy to access areas. I think he'll enjoy having less matted fur. I don't want to shave him or cut this stuff out aggressively if I don't have to.
Any guidance? There are only so many treats I can bribe him with. Should I consider one of those groomer harnesses and just tell him to suck it up twice a month?
TIA
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We had a professional groomer, but even they weren't able to get all the knots removed in one sitting.
I'm not saying "how can I knock my cat out and groom him while he sleeps", but I am trying to do a better job of keeping him knot free. Having him tolerate the grooming better is the goal. Doing it longer so I can get the big knots gone, then focus on smaller knots, then work on prevention.
He cleans the crap out of himself (pun intended). He's not dirty. It's just that he has a massive fur coat and I think there's only so much effort one cat can put into grooming easy to access areas. I think he'll enjoy having less matted fur. I don't want to shave him or cut this stuff out aggressively if I don't have to.
Any guidance? There are only so many treats I can bribe him with. Should I consider one of those groomer harnesses and just tell him to suck it up twice a month?
TIA
2022.05.13 17:25 LMintx64 Hoxton Appreciation Post
Hello Heisters!
Hoxton? Such a popular heister? There are so many underrated ones! Why Hoxton? Well... I took a break since Clover's and I simply wanted a well-known hesiter for me, so, as I already made Houston, now's the time to bring in my second favourite heister of all, the man, the legend, the two-face cosplayer, Hoxton!
Lore
Hoxton aka James Hoxworth is a 32 year old man from Sheffield, England. Presumably born in a rich family (Aldsone already knew him when he was a child) with some older brothers, Hoxton has been a fighter for his entire life. He learned to defend himself from a young age to face both bullies and his brothers, eventually getting good at it. Growing up, he began fighting on underground boxing matches for money while fighting rival football supporters for fun. Hoxton likes inmediate gratification and believes jobs be short and well paid, so, naturally, started doing crime. He commited his first felony at age 19, robbing a liquor store and because of his "fuck yeah I'm awesome let's spend all this precious money" attitude, he started having debts with not so nice people. He formed a small gang to pay off his debts, but they were eventually caught for the first time in Hoxton, London, where he got his nickname. Years after, Hoxton met a young irish girl, nicknamed "Clover", who tried to rob him. Being more experienced, he outsmarted Clover, but took a liking on her and became her teacher, until on one heist, Clover abandoned Hoxton with all the loot. Instead of being angry, he was proud and let her go. After losing Clover, Hoxton met a drunk scottish woman, named "Bonnie" and became good friends and partners in crime due to her experience as a bank robber. However, Bonnie was caught and incarcerated, leaving poor Hoxton alone again. Traveling to America, Hoxton found a new ambitious gang who complimented his skills, the brand new "Payday Gang", formed by fellow robbers Dallas, Chains and Wolf, commanded by a misterious man named "Bain". They were going to use clown masks to hide their identities, Hoxton's being a pink stylish one, which became a symbol of his appreciation for the gang and their success. They pulled off lots of heists, made lots of money and formed a close bond, Hoxton finally found a place to belong. Sadly, one day the police arrived at Hoxton's apartment with evidence of his involvement with the Payday Gang and all of their heists, so he was incarcerated and sentenced to jail in a maximum security prison, the same as one of the gang's former van driver, Matt, who betrayed them in a heist. Hoxton obviously started beating him on a daily basis as a punishment for being a bad boy. Two years later, rumours started going about the Payday Gang going active again, rumours that unsettled Hoxton, because if they were true, it means that they either started heisting as a three men group, or he got replaced... The latter being the truth, Hoxton became angrier and resented for it, little he knew that his gang was actually working on busting him out. One day, Hoxton was approved for a prision change and busted out by his beloved clowns the day he arrived to it. Angry, he confronted them about his replacement, a youghandsome man, Dallas' brother, using both his mask and nickname. He got his name back, by as the new guy, now named Houston liked his mask, got a new one and rejoined them to go heisting again.
Hell that was a lot of lore.
Relationships with other heisters
Dallas: Dallas and Hoxton are close friends, he was the one that got the information from the dentist to bust him out and calmed him about "getting replaced" by his lil' bro.
Chains: Being one of the ogs, Chains and Hoxton have been friends since the beginning of the Payday Gang and despite quickly becoming friends with Houston, busted him out as fast as he could.
Wolf: Hox seems to be very friendly and close with Wolf and is probably the closest to him in the gang. This doesn't stop him from remarking how much therapy he needs tho.
Houston: Hoxton hates Houston. To an extent. Not thaaaaat much. His motives are quite stupid, but despite his "bullying" too him, he admits that Houston isn't really useless, let him keep the mask and invited to his party at the new safehouse. He could finally see that nothing was Houston's fault at all tho.
Clover: He seems cool with her, doesn't hold a grudge for abandoning him. However, if she does it again, he'll kill her.
Bonnie: They are still friends, Bonnie took a part in busting him out, so he's probably grateful for that.
Jimmy: He doesn't like him. He literally punched Jimmy on the Hardcore Henry trailer, and before that Hox was tied up and probably punched by Jimmy for "being a real nuisance".
Jiro: Hoxton feels sorry for his situation and wanted to help when it was possible.
John Wick: Apparently, Hoxton has known Wick for years but either he knows nothing about how is he now, or is just messing with him.
Sokol: He jokes on his young age, but they seem to get along, despite that.
Why is he cool?
Hoxton was literally so beloved that his mere existence in Payday 2 was because the fans wanted him back. His attitude may be more bitter in Payday 2, but, well, prision and feeling betrayed and abandoned multiple times in your life, especially by your beloved Payday Gang, who were also your friends... well... Give him that. His hate for Houston is hilarious, even if it's for a stupid reason. His suit in Payday The Heist was the best of the four, but i'm not that fan of the brown one from 2, I'm glad that he's going back to blue for 3! He also had this facial burn scar for Payday 2 that's never actually explained how he got it, kinda hinted that some other prisioner threw bleach at his face, but for the ending of 2, seems like it's gone, probably surgically corrected. Rememebr my Sangres post? I said that Sangres' voice actor is probably top 2, that's because NOBODY, NOBODY can beat Pete motherfuckin' Gold. He's just the fucking best, and an extremely cool person in touch with the fans. Hoxton is one of the most beloved heisters and that's partially because of him. Josh Lenn also does a great job portraying him on media, they both are perfect for Hoxton! Both of his masks are iconic, his old one is my favourite mask period and his new one is a little bit edgy, but so fucking cool too, nothing beats the classic pink clown.
Some cool lines:
"Wanker!"
"All right, seriously you wankers, what the fuck is going on!?!"
"To quote Churchill: Fuckin' hell that was loud!"
"Second, I want a proper bath, third, a beer, fourth, the cathouse, but first, huh keep driving!"
"Glad to be outside of that shithole! Fuckin' Hazelton! No place for a proper English Gentleman you know"
"Well fuck me sideways, if it isn't John Wick. I thought you'd got out! How's the family? ...What, did I say something bad?"
"Dallas! I thought we were pals. Does a pal leave his BFF in jail? Wanker."
"Wolf, what you did with that Bulldozer back there was a bit... I think you need help, mate."
"I don't know how many times I've saved your arse, Chains, and this is how you repay me. You could get me a limo at the very fucking least."
"Dallas! Where the fuck were you? I was waiting like a princess on the goddamn tower!"
"At least in the nick I didn't have Bain yappin' in me ear like a needy dog. Get the drill, my arse."
"Admit it. You tossers missed my beautiful English accent, didn't you? Did you? Wankers!"
"You're in. Ha! His password was iheartrainbows44!"
"Stay down! Yeah I'm talking to you! No don't answer back you twat!"
"Haha, this isn't your day is it sunshine?"
"Somebody's farted! Who the fuck was that?"
"Quiet! Like a fish!"
"You got ants in your pants, have you? I'm keeping a fuckin' eye on you lad!"
"Was just thinking about my eighth grade home room teacher, actually."
"Jesus, I hate cockroaches and yeah I'm a pussy."
"Ding dong, Avon calling, get this fucking door open!"
My opinion:
Hoxton is, just like the rest of the OGs, bloody perfect as a character. I'll defend Houston 'till the day I die, but Payday wouldn't be Payday without Dallas, Chains, Wolf and Hoxton, even if so many great and memorable characters were introduced in 2, if Payday 2 has proved something is that the fans WANT the OG Payday Gang to be at least present as an option, that's probably why Wolf will return on 3, becuse he's an OG, a beloved perfect character. Back to Hox, he's charming, funny, sarcastic, confident, has probably the most amount of lore of every character in the game, his accent is indeed beautiful, feels unique, I don't know man, he's just great! Some people complain on his anger in Payday 2, but it's a quirk that I'm willing to accept and like, as it kinda makes him funnier sometimes. He's always kinda profesional and has a punk british vibe that is just awesome. Houston and Hoxton, rivals and best characters!
Could he fit in Payday 3?
He IS confirmed, so, I'll talk about his design. Flawless. My favourite of the four. Getting back to blue was the right choice, I'm gonna play him so much when it comes out.
How about you? What are your thoughts on Hoxton? Would you like to see him included in Payday 3? Feel free to say your opinion and don't be a bloody wanker!
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Hoxton? Such a popular heister? There are so many underrated ones! Why Hoxton? Well... I took a break since Clover's and I simply wanted a well-known hesiter for me, so, as I already made Houston, now's the time to bring in my second favourite heister of all, the man, the legend, the two-face cosplayer, Hoxton!
Lore
Hoxton aka James Hoxworth is a 32 year old man from Sheffield, England. Presumably born in a rich family (Aldsone already knew him when he was a child) with some older brothers, Hoxton has been a fighter for his entire life. He learned to defend himself from a young age to face both bullies and his brothers, eventually getting good at it. Growing up, he began fighting on underground boxing matches for money while fighting rival football supporters for fun. Hoxton likes inmediate gratification and believes jobs be short and well paid, so, naturally, started doing crime. He commited his first felony at age 19, robbing a liquor store and because of his "fuck yeah I'm awesome let's spend all this precious money" attitude, he started having debts with not so nice people. He formed a small gang to pay off his debts, but they were eventually caught for the first time in Hoxton, London, where he got his nickname. Years after, Hoxton met a young irish girl, nicknamed "Clover", who tried to rob him. Being more experienced, he outsmarted Clover, but took a liking on her and became her teacher, until on one heist, Clover abandoned Hoxton with all the loot. Instead of being angry, he was proud and let her go. After losing Clover, Hoxton met a drunk scottish woman, named "Bonnie" and became good friends and partners in crime due to her experience as a bank robber. However, Bonnie was caught and incarcerated, leaving poor Hoxton alone again. Traveling to America, Hoxton found a new ambitious gang who complimented his skills, the brand new "Payday Gang", formed by fellow robbers Dallas, Chains and Wolf, commanded by a misterious man named "Bain". They were going to use clown masks to hide their identities, Hoxton's being a pink stylish one, which became a symbol of his appreciation for the gang and their success. They pulled off lots of heists, made lots of money and formed a close bond, Hoxton finally found a place to belong. Sadly, one day the police arrived at Hoxton's apartment with evidence of his involvement with the Payday Gang and all of their heists, so he was incarcerated and sentenced to jail in a maximum security prison, the same as one of the gang's former van driver, Matt, who betrayed them in a heist. Hoxton obviously started beating him on a daily basis as a punishment for being a bad boy. Two years later, rumours started going about the Payday Gang going active again, rumours that unsettled Hoxton, because if they were true, it means that they either started heisting as a three men group, or he got replaced... The latter being the truth, Hoxton became angrier and resented for it, little he knew that his gang was actually working on busting him out. One day, Hoxton was approved for a prision change and busted out by his beloved clowns the day he arrived to it. Angry, he confronted them about his replacement, a youg
Hell that was a lot of lore.
Relationships with other heisters
Dallas: Dallas and Hoxton are close friends, he was the one that got the information from the dentist to bust him out and calmed him about "getting replaced" by his lil' bro.
Chains: Being one of the ogs, Chains and Hoxton have been friends since the beginning of the Payday Gang and despite quickly becoming friends with Houston, busted him out as fast as he could.
Wolf: Hox seems to be very friendly and close with Wolf and is probably the closest to him in the gang. This doesn't stop him from remarking how much therapy he needs tho.
Houston: Hoxton hates Houston. To an extent. Not thaaaaat much. His motives are quite stupid, but despite his "bullying" too him, he admits that Houston isn't really useless, let him keep the mask and invited to his party at the new safehouse. He could finally see that nothing was Houston's fault at all tho.
Clover: He seems cool with her, doesn't hold a grudge for abandoning him. However, if she does it again, he'll kill her.
Bonnie: They are still friends, Bonnie took a part in busting him out, so he's probably grateful for that.
Jimmy: He doesn't like him. He literally punched Jimmy on the Hardcore Henry trailer, and before that Hox was tied up and probably punched by Jimmy for "being a real nuisance".
Jiro: Hoxton feels sorry for his situation and wanted to help when it was possible.
John Wick: Apparently, Hoxton has known Wick for years but either he knows nothing about how is he now, or is just messing with him.
Sokol: He jokes on his young age, but they seem to get along, despite that.
Why is he cool?
Hoxton was literally so beloved that his mere existence in Payday 2 was because the fans wanted him back. His attitude may be more bitter in Payday 2, but, well, prision and feeling betrayed and abandoned multiple times in your life, especially by your beloved Payday Gang, who were also your friends... well... Give him that. His hate for Houston is hilarious, even if it's for a stupid reason. His suit in Payday The Heist was the best of the four, but i'm not that fan of the brown one from 2, I'm glad that he's going back to blue for 3! He also had this facial burn scar for Payday 2 that's never actually explained how he got it, kinda hinted that some other prisioner threw bleach at his face, but for the ending of 2, seems like it's gone, probably surgically corrected. Rememebr my Sangres post? I said that Sangres' voice actor is probably top 2, that's because NOBODY, NOBODY can beat Pete motherfuckin' Gold. He's just the fucking best, and an extremely cool person in touch with the fans. Hoxton is one of the most beloved heisters and that's partially because of him. Josh Lenn also does a great job portraying him on media, they both are perfect for Hoxton! Both of his masks are iconic, his old one is my favourite mask period and his new one is a little bit edgy, but so fucking cool too, nothing beats the classic pink clown.
Some cool lines:
"Wanker!"
"All right, seriously you wankers, what the fuck is going on!?!"
"To quote Churchill: Fuckin' hell that was loud!"
"Second, I want a proper bath, third, a beer, fourth, the cathouse, but first, huh keep driving!"
"Glad to be outside of that shithole! Fuckin' Hazelton! No place for a proper English Gentleman you know"
"Well fuck me sideways, if it isn't John Wick. I thought you'd got out! How's the family? ...What, did I say something bad?"
"Dallas! I thought we were pals. Does a pal leave his BFF in jail? Wanker."
"Wolf, what you did with that Bulldozer back there was a bit... I think you need help, mate."
"I don't know how many times I've saved your arse, Chains, and this is how you repay me. You could get me a limo at the very fucking least."
"Dallas! Where the fuck were you? I was waiting like a princess on the goddamn tower!"
"At least in the nick I didn't have Bain yappin' in me ear like a needy dog. Get the drill, my arse."
"Admit it. You tossers missed my beautiful English accent, didn't you? Did you? Wankers!"
"You're in. Ha! His password was iheartrainbows44!"
"Stay down! Yeah I'm talking to you! No don't answer back you twat!"
"Haha, this isn't your day is it sunshine?"
"Somebody's farted! Who the fuck was that?"
"Quiet! Like a fish!"
"You got ants in your pants, have you? I'm keeping a fuckin' eye on you lad!"
"Was just thinking about my eighth grade home room teacher, actually."
"Jesus, I hate cockroaches and yeah I'm a pussy."
"Ding dong, Avon calling, get this fucking door open!"
My opinion:
Hoxton is, just like the rest of the OGs, bloody perfect as a character. I'll defend Houston 'till the day I die, but Payday wouldn't be Payday without Dallas, Chains, Wolf and Hoxton, even if so many great and memorable characters were introduced in 2, if Payday 2 has proved something is that the fans WANT the OG Payday Gang to be at least present as an option, that's probably why Wolf will return on 3, becuse he's an OG, a beloved perfect character. Back to Hox, he's charming, funny, sarcastic, confident, has probably the most amount of lore of every character in the game, his accent is indeed beautiful, feels unique, I don't know man, he's just great! Some people complain on his anger in Payday 2, but it's a quirk that I'm willing to accept and like, as it kinda makes him funnier sometimes. He's always kinda profesional and has a punk british vibe that is just awesome. Houston and Hoxton, rivals and best characters!
Could he fit in Payday 3?
He IS confirmed, so, I'll talk about his design. Flawless. My favourite of the four. Getting back to blue was the right choice, I'm gonna play him so much when it comes out.
How about you? What are your thoughts on Hoxton? Would you like to see him included in Payday 3? Feel free to say your opinion and don't be a bloody wanker!
2022.03.21 18:48 Hot_Mulberry8866 Richemulot notes
TL;DL : Some notes and hooks I made for playing in Richemulot, posting it for ideas for anyone else running a campaign there.
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PCs arrive at the end of a plague cycle. They have difficultly getting in, as the guards and Silent Helms won't let them enter any city but Mortigny. However, they are warned that they won't be able to leave Mortigny once allowed in.
Shortly after this, the lockdowns end, and a large procession of people begin pouring into the cities. They are refugees from a war in Baldur's Gate (Faerun). For PCs who know that not everyone in the Domains of Dread have souls, it should be shown by the DM that this starts to create bigger stakes, as almost all the survivors of the last plague half souls, and all the newcomers of Baldur's Gate have souls. These refugees quickly take up new lives and habits, filling all the vacant buildings.
Not long after the refugees pour in, a new plague begins. A "Rat-King" is found in Saint Ronges, triggering new lockdowns, as the tangle of dead rats are said to be an omen of a new plague. However, this new plague does not seem to affect many of the residents of Saint Ronges, and seems to be killing mostly the rat population.
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The State
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"Casques Silencieux" Silent Helms. The State police controlled by Mademoiselle Jacqueline Renier, a magically compelled swarm of rats animating a suit of armor (animated armor>>swarm of rats). They enforce lockdowns and State decrees of Jacqueline Renier. Thus far, none save Nevermore (a strange newcomecriminal champion) has ever dared fight them. Their armor is crafted by Vauquelin.
"Le Sablé du Boulonnais" The Sandy One from Boulonnais; aka Vieux-Boulogne. Named after a very stinky cheese soaked in beer and covered in breadcrumbs (the "sand"), Le Sable is the main political movement counter to the Resistance. Originally part of a gentleman's club of the well-to-do and bourgeoisie who delighted in fine wines and cheeses (the stinkier the better), over time it became associated with opposition movements of La Resistance. While not all members are a part of the wererats or Trueblood Council (though many art secretly), Mademoiselle Jacqueline Renier are fond of their decedent ways, reminding her of the high-class society that was largely lost and she so desperately wishes restored.
"Les Voix Montantes" The Rising Voices. A violent gang/movement who oppose (and often attack) Pierrot. They are known for violently attacking and vandalizing businesses of those supportive of Pierrot, including playhouses, restaurants, and gatherings of Pierrot. Largely based in Pont-a-Museau.
"Concile de Sanguines Vrai" Trueblood Council. The "true" nobility of Richemulot, wererats who rule from the Inverted Court beneath Chateau Delanuit.
-- Jacqueline Renier. Wererat member and leader of Trueblood Council.
-- Jacques Renier. Son of Jacqueline, has infiltrated L'Humanité.
-- Vauquelin. Wererat member of Trueblood Council, once an armorsmith for the Nobility, he now makes the armor that contains Casques Silencieux. Stopping him can limit the number of new Silent Helms.
-- Doctor Gosse. Wererat member of Trueblood Council, once a physician for the Nobility, he now helps make new strands of the Gnaws.
-- Le Bleu. Wererat member of Trueblood Council, it is an open secret that he influences the Rising Voices and is second in charge of the Movers and Shakers ran by Jacques Renier (son of Jacqueline Renier). He stirs up the Rising Voices (along with State-funding some of their operations, to target their riots).
Ancient Bourgeoisie. The "nobility" upper-class city dwellers, some still have relations with the few noble estates that have yet to be abandoned in the countryside. Jacqueline Renier tolerates them for the decadent "upper-class" society they bring. Could be turned against (enemy of my enemy) Jacqueline and Trueblood council, if her true nature was revealed.
-- Quest. Looking for anything decedent, pay well. Fancy wine, fancy cheese, fancy perfume/cologne, fancy clothes, fancy cigars/pipes, rare+esoteric books (budding Keeper of the Feather branch), mediums to perform séance. Way 1: cave of fancy things from Radish, Reward: Invitation to Le Sable; Way 2: fuel the budding Keepers of the Feather, Reward: Gain allies among the Bourgeoisie.
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The Opposition
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"La Résistance" The Resistance
"Nevermore". A budding new hero, and potential ally, who paints his face white with black lines by his eyes and mouth (like the Crow comic or the Pierrot carnival mask). Many common people who oppose lockdowns and the current government rule wear masks or paint their faces the same to mock the current government as fools. May appear out of seemingly nowhere to help PCs.
"Les Gilets Jaunes" The Yellow Vests: A subgroup who openly protest government rule (usually peacefully)
-- Gaining membership can earn a (magic item creation) formula to make "Yellow Vest of Resistance" that grants a +1 item bonus to saving throws (no attunement required, but doesn't stack with other items that increase saving throw bonus).
"L'humanité" Humanity: a subgroup of students/young adults/young academics who maintain a camp at Assassin's Echo, where they plan to overthrow the ruling class (violently, if necessary)
-- Produce a newspaper, printed in Saint Ronges but distributed throughout Richemulot. The front page is usually given to State propaganda, but Resistance articles are hidden throughout.
-- Was infiltrated by "Personnes Influentes" gang, namely Jacques Renier and his friend.
"Pierrot" Little Peter: A stock character often masked/painted like Nevermore. A foolish, trusting character whose heart is often broken, it is used to mock those who continue to believe State propaganda. The movement is largest in Pont-a-Museau, where Nevermore has been seen the most frequent, often fighting the Silent Helms (Casques Silencieux). Nevermore makes a point to make the helms, bourgeoisie, and retainers of Mademoiselle Jacqueline Renier look like fools, and any who would admire them. The Pierrots do the same, mocking those they see as in charge or supporting the status quo. They are largely peaceful, but underneath brews enough contempt to turn them into a violent mob.
-- Some wear masks, others wear face paint to conceal their identity when acting out
"Les Enfants Délaissés" Neglected/Forsaken Children. Often thought of as Enfant des Rues (street urchins), a member of the Forsaken Children are actually members of a gang and part of La Resistance. They are the children who were taken away and raised by the Pied Piper. Many of the original children are now adults, but they recruit new members from the streets, street urchins and abandoned children filling out their ranks.
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The Procession
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Road between cities, primarily between Saint Ronges and Mortigny when those sick or scared are locked out of the city of Saint Ronges (inevitably into quarantine first) move on to Mortigny for a place to live or find treatment.
Wanted Signs. Wanted: Nevermore (With Picture) 5000gp, payable in food, coin, or medical supplies. Wanted: Radish (With Picture of a young adult with puffy red hair) 200gp, petty crime, theft (from ancient Bourgeoisie), kidnapping (State excuse for him recruiting new children into the Forsaken)
Braos Forest.
-- West of Braos Forest can be found Della Nora (age 38), a native of Richemulot who makes Moonshine. Distributed largely through Movers and Shakers and also much sold to Farmer Woolsy in Mouchet Estate ruins (to tame the oily flavor of his rat-meat). She buys her grain from a mixture of clients, mostly Vistani and Temator Estate. Has a daughter (Belle Nora, age 19), and three men helping her (Zed, crush on daughter, age 24; Hal, secretly wererat and associate of Movers and Shakers, age 36; Jess, warm feelings for Della, friends of Bella's father who died of the Gnaws, age 52).
-- Quest. Rats have got into grain supply. Hal has sent swarms of rats there to destroy business, hoping to restart it himself & having figured out it helps "flavor" rat-meat. Reward: Old No. 7 whiskey (1 bottle each), highly sought after (500gp a bottle) by the wealthy.
Piper's Wood. Considered haunted, most people avoid it. Many traps, snares, and wind chimes (that sound like ghosts) surround the borders. Also natural threats, such as quicksand and starving wolves. The children who live here (Forsaken Children, Les Enfants Délaissés) never wander the woods alone, but will trick pursuers into traps and natural threats. The people who live in Piper's Wood rarely suffer from the Gnaws or other fatal diseases, rats being not a problem, and those who are infected treated by the Pied Piper's magic.
-- "Les Enfants Délaissés" Neglected/Forsaken Children. Split between the Pied Piper, and Torfu.
-- Chowder. A 17-year old, one of the original Forsaken (was very young at the time). Spends time fishing lake, cooks fish soup for children. Wishes to free kids in orphanage, can help explore lake. Reward: Carp Lure (adv. for fishing carp), home-made fishing pole.
-- Radish. An 18-year old, one of the original Forsaken. Wishes to free kids in orphanage, can show how to get into city via "Personnes Influentes" black market tunnels. Works as a "fence" double agent for Movers and Shakers (why he is wanted for petty crime/theft). Mistakenly believes that the Ancient Bourgeoisie are responsible for Richemulot's ills. Reward: Cave with fancy cheese, perfume, bolts of silk.
-- Quest. Attempting to free an orphanage of children in Saint Ronges and recruit them into the Forsaken Children. They know there are secret tunnels into the city, but do not know them (they usually sneak in other, more direct ways). Reward: Get them to side with Pied Piper or Torfu (PCs choice).
-- Cabberbash. A 32-year old halfling (hides true age, pretents to be a child) war refugee from Baldur's Gate, he is a mischief maker and finds the children more appealing than the cities. Was part of a Ratcatcher's Guild in Baldur's Gate.
-- Gang includes Pips, Gabe, Chubs. Part of Cabberbash's gang. Often play Stickball, want to build a tree-house. Reward: Help starting Ratcatcher's Guild; Gnarled Root, magic club kills rats good (dragonslayer, but rats/wererats).
-- "Jean-Pierre" Pied Piper of Hamelin. A bard hired by the people of Saint Ronges to take care of their rat problem, it kept the city fairly plague-free for a time. However, they never paid the Piper. As payment, he played a song on his pipes that led many children away. He took them to these woods and raised them. He can teach formula for making Pipes of the Sewers and Suggestion spell (and mass variants, via songs).
-- Knowing these songs lets the Suggestion spell be cast at higher level to affect more targets.
-- Quest. Does not have enough food for all the Forsaken, children have went missing around Lake Valerius (where they fish)...leads to House of Flies. Payment: Pipes of the Sewers Formula, Mass Suggestion songs
-- Torfu. A student of the Pied Piper, he was infected by the Gnaws and wererat lycanthropy at the same time. He recovered, but now has hideous rat-like features. Has gained much support and followers from the Forsaken Children, and it was he who encouraged them to recruit Street Urchins into the gang. His motives is not altruistic, however. He charms rats/wererats into his own "army" and wishes to replace Jacquiline Renier as the Darklord and head of Trueblood Council. Also seeks a cure to his condition...to become full wererat?
-- Quest. Sent a crew out to Fiox Estate to steal alchemical supplies, but they have went missing. Is working on discovering origin of Rat-King found in Saint Ronges...the plague there isn't that bad, mostly affecting the rats, not the people.
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Mortigny
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Mortigny West Clinic: Ran by Doctor Simone Temator, it has taken on several apprentices under Dr. Simone and Dr. Bethros for treating plague victims with their batch of cure for the newest strain. So far, it has kept Mortigny relatively free of the plague. This has both emboldened the Yellow Vests, but also led to many of the newcomers of Baldur's Gate become "infected" with State propaganda, as it has led many to see the Plague less seriously. Secret, though loosely, affiliated with the Resistance.
-- Temator Estate, object to Simone's treating the sick/poor, but understand that Jacqueline has turned against the bourgeoisie. Grow food/medicinal herbs to sustain themselves and supply Simone (despite objecting to them)
"The Yellow Shirt": A common, yet packed tavern on the back wall that is favored by members of the Yellow Vest. Few places promote/recruit for Yellow Vests more than this tavern.
Barkeep: Monsieur Barot (Personality traits: I give good service, but I expect a tip; Yellow Vests are good for business; State is bad for business)
-- Sells Moonsmoked Jerky: pig-rat jerky in moonshine BBQ bought from Farmer Woolsy, advertised as BBQ lamb jerky.
-- Moonshine. Requires password "A drip of crescent (moon)". 2gp for a strong double-shot (put you flat).
"The Yellow Skirt": A cathouse next to the Yellow Shirt, known for having many "stray" cats. The cats have recently been going missing (being killed by Personnes Influentes and other wererats). The owner is a werecat, Madam Cherie.
"Château Tres Imposant" This is a giant apartment building my PCs rented out to help safely house members of the Yellow Vest. They fixed it up and are storing lots of food/rations for the inevitable next outbrea.
"Ooh La La": Brothel of the rich bourgeoisie, greatest rival of The Yellow Skirt. Both men and women are showcased through glass windows, and great lockdown measures are taken. The Madam is a wererat, and the prostitutes are known to "nibble" on guests earlobes, secretly spreading the Gnaws. It is advertised as being "cat-free".
"The Pantry": A corner "restaurant" with no in-door seating, uses paper plates/cups/wooden chopsticks/etc. Very popular among Yellow Vests, middle class, and bourgeoisie alike.
"Personnes Influentes" Movers and Shakers: A thieves guild/black market that smuggles goods in and out of Mortigny during times of lockdown. Largely counter to La Resistance, as it is chiefly ran by wererats.
-- The guild has several sewer grates where they leave a single gold coin every day at a certain time. Once they hook someone into retrieving it each day, they begin leaving notes of simple tasks that help the thieves guild operate unnoticed.
"Marché Noir" Black Market: A series of several hidden "markets" that sell both legal and illegal good, largely selling smuggled goods during lockdowns. Most frequently, these are temporary markets set up and taken down within a few hours, with criers knocking on doors and leaving secret notes (via gold coin scam) advertising when/where the black market will be. There are several "permanent" markets set up among the sewers that deal in highly illegal goods, ie poison, slaves, etc.
-- Stolen a prototype alchemical formula that makes wererats temporarily immune to their silver weakness; currently has side effect of making them vulnerable to fire (even nonmagical).
"Le Sang Dû" The Blood Due. Gladiator Pits of Mortigny. Diseased warriors fight for pay (usually to pay off debts they owe, primarily back taxes...whether owed or not, Jacqueline Renier says they owe "increased" taxes. There is another gladiator pit in Pont-a-Museau, called Le Sang a Payer (The Blood to Pay).
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Saint Ronges
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Large push by the Rising Voices to enact "Papers" as used in Pont-a-Museau (and soon to be placed in Mortigny) hoping to curry favor with Jacqueline Renier.
"Plague Doctors". The smoke can already be seen rising from the city...but this time, they are burning all the dead rats piling up.
"The Rat-King". A bundle of dead rats, tails entwined. An "omen" that the Gnaws/plague are back. However, it is strangely effecting the rat population far more severe than the civilians. The Silent Helms begin lockdowns anyway.
"L'humanité" Humanity. A newspapeprinting press of students and young academics. Front page usually State propaganda, articles sympathetic to La Resistance found hidden throughout. Old newspapers are often turned into paper cones/plates for takeout food.
"Les Voix Montantes" The Rising Voices. Quite active in Saint Ronges, they attack anyone they feel is part of La Resistance. They are very vocal about squashing all opposition to the State in hopes that Mademoiselle Jacqueline Renier will reinstate Saint Ronges and send State support (delusioned into thinking the State will ever send help).
"Meat-On-A-Stick" wandering vender Rufu (13 y.o.), Dank (11 y.o.), & Jenk-Jenk (12 y.o.). Street urchins affiliated with (but not a part of) the Forsaken Children. Sell lamb-&-rat shish-kebab BBQ (soaked in moonshine). Frequent customers of their own product, the three boys have become immune to the Gnaws (all variants) and lycanthropy. Franchised by Farmer Woolsy, "Sheep" Wrangler who is raising giant rat-pig hybrids (along with some sheep/lambs) in the ruins of Mouchet Estate. The BBQ sauce is from Dela Nora, who runs a moonshine outfit west of Braos Forest (also sells moonshine via Movers and Shakers).
-- Villa Meux. A beat-up old house where they meet.
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Pont-a-Museau
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"Papers" are now required to enter most businesses or even walk about the streets, without being harassed by the Silent Helms. Characteristically, only the well-to-do or those secretly part of Undercity are able to get Papers.
"Plague Doctors" can already be seen burning bodies.
"Pierrot" Little Peter: A stock character often masked/painted like Nevermore.
-- Often mock citizens who fall for State propaganda, supporters of Nevermore.
-- Opposed (and often attacked) by Les Voix Montantes, who burn/loot businesses of those sympathetic to Pierrot
"Les Voix Montantes" The Rising Voices. A violent gang/movement who oppose (and often attack) Pierrot. They are known for violently attacking and vandalizing businesses of those supportive of Pierrot, including playhouses, restaurants, and gatherings of Pierrot.
"Mooncup Madness" Cateline Garnier (cute vendor), Jehan Staliex (cook). A traveling meat vender who sales stir-fried pork and lamb (actually rat and lamb soaked in moonshine) with a variety of flavored sauces. Served in a paper cone made from old L'humanité newspapers with wooden chopsticks. The two have hints of Undercity and Truebloods, find it ironic to serve rats wrapped in anti-state propaganda. Frequently deliver "door-to-door" with a permit to be on the streets, less reason for citizens to break quarantine. Franchised by Farmer Woolsy, "Sheep" Wrangler who is raising giant rat-pig hybrids (along with some sheep/lambs) in the ruins of Mouchet Estate. The moonshine for the soak comes from Dela Nora, who runs her outfit west of Braos Forest (& also sells moonshine via Movers and Shakers).
-- Will move around paraphernalia / messages for a few extra coins
Mademoiselle Jacqueline Renier. De-facto ruler of Richemulot, lives in Chateau Delanuit, beneath which lies the Inverted Court of Undercity. While most wererats live and spend nearly all their time in Undercity, Jacqueline still rules from above, both to "rule" the nonrat citizens and to partake in "high society" which is largely ignored by the Trueblood Council (she has replaced a number of members with new members more sympathetic to "high society" living).
-- Plans a high-class "ball" several weeks before the mass execution
-- Plans to mass-execute thousands of citizens in Pont-a-Museau if Nevermore is not turned over.
-- Wants to eliminate all nonrats the way she used to want to eliminate the middle class
Louise Renier, twin sister of Jacqueline (disfigured)
-- Possible contact/ally to help defeat Jacqueline/plague/secret wererat society
-- knows of the Trueblood Council, the true rulers of Richemulot
-- wants in infiltrate a ball held by her sister and expose her as a wererat in front of the bourgeoisie (could turn them against Jacqueline enough to stop executions)
"Le Sang a Payer" The Blood to Pay. Le Sang a Payer is the gladiator pit of Pont-a-Museau, Le Sang Dû the gladiator pit of Mortigny. Diseased warriors fight each other to the death...eventually even the winners die to the plague, but they are promised to have their debts paid off. Sometimes used as a punishment/judgement of Jacqueline Renier for those who cannot pay her taxes.
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The Gardens
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Sunken Temple of Ezra; cleared by PCs, potential base for La Resistance fighters
-- Infested with Strigoi; awakened trees, deaths head, viggol
-- Was being used by a priest of Osybus
-- "buried" catacombs dungeon contains Amber Sarcophagus/Sarcophagi; "Yuan-Ti Explorers" wish to explore, but the entrance is caved in.
-- contains old smithy of Swamp Fox's La Resistance, still in good shape
-- "Armory" Originally a library / vault for holy contraband of the Church, converted by La Resistance. Contains several still usable weapons and scrolls, most have water and mold damage.
Protected by a Glyph of Warding
"Yuan-Ti Explorers" a Malison with Silessa the Snake (from the Carnival), who has been promised to return to her "true" snake from via becoming Yuan-Ti.
-- "Coral" Yuan-Ti Malison (DMG 309), a 'beautiful' woman who is a snake from the waist down. She has manipulated Silessa into serving her (practically a slave). Trapped in "cellar" by priest of Osybus.
-- "Silessa the Snake" A dancer and animal tamer from the Carnival, Silessa (druid) performs with a collection of rare serpents. She claims she was born a snake and magically transformed into an elf. Now a Yuan-Ti Pureblood.
-- "Severin" Yuan-Ti Abomination (DMG 208). Fearsome explorer, warrior, and Sorcerer (or RangeWarlock) with magical adventuring gear and class levels.
Claims to support the Yellow Vests, wears a yellow silk sash with red squares
Wishes to explore sunken crypts (where ghost-ring of Mithris was found), believes great treasure, magic, and knowledge can be found inside (Amber Sarcophagi)
Has studded gloves of thieving/dex/archery, horned composite mighty +2 shortbow, quiver of Ehlonna w/ poisoned arrows, necklace of fireballs, eagle eye goggles, gold armband torc, red w/ gold trim & tassels waist sash/sword belt, +2 mithril chainmail shirt, +2 scimitar-longsword, +2 dagger (of venom?)
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-= Richemulot =-
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PCs arrive at the end of a plague cycle. They have difficultly getting in, as the guards and Silent Helms won't let them enter any city but Mortigny. However, they are warned that they won't be able to leave Mortigny once allowed in.
Shortly after this, the lockdowns end, and a large procession of people begin pouring into the cities. They are refugees from a war in Baldur's Gate (Faerun). For PCs who know that not everyone in the Domains of Dread have souls, it should be shown by the DM that this starts to create bigger stakes, as almost all the survivors of the last plague half souls, and all the newcomers of Baldur's Gate have souls. These refugees quickly take up new lives and habits, filling all the vacant buildings.
Not long after the refugees pour in, a new plague begins. A "Rat-King" is found in Saint Ronges, triggering new lockdowns, as the tangle of dead rats are said to be an omen of a new plague. However, this new plague does not seem to affect many of the residents of Saint Ronges, and seems to be killing mostly the rat population.
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The State
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"Casques Silencieux" Silent Helms. The State police controlled by Mademoiselle Jacqueline Renier, a magically compelled swarm of rats animating a suit of armor (animated armor>>swarm of rats). They enforce lockdowns and State decrees of Jacqueline Renier. Thus far, none save Nevermore (a strange newcomecriminal champion) has ever dared fight them. Their armor is crafted by Vauquelin.
"Le Sablé du Boulonnais" The Sandy One from Boulonnais; aka Vieux-Boulogne. Named after a very stinky cheese soaked in beer and covered in breadcrumbs (the "sand"), Le Sable is the main political movement counter to the Resistance. Originally part of a gentleman's club of the well-to-do and bourgeoisie who delighted in fine wines and cheeses (the stinkier the better), over time it became associated with opposition movements of La Resistance. While not all members are a part of the wererats or Trueblood Council (though many art secretly), Mademoiselle Jacqueline Renier are fond of their decedent ways, reminding her of the high-class society that was largely lost and she so desperately wishes restored.
"Les Voix Montantes" The Rising Voices. A violent gang/movement who oppose (and often attack) Pierrot. They are known for violently attacking and vandalizing businesses of those supportive of Pierrot, including playhouses, restaurants, and gatherings of Pierrot. Largely based in Pont-a-Museau.
"Concile de Sanguines Vrai" Trueblood Council. The "true" nobility of Richemulot, wererats who rule from the Inverted Court beneath Chateau Delanuit.
-- Jacqueline Renier. Wererat member and leader of Trueblood Council.
-- Jacques Renier. Son of Jacqueline, has infiltrated L'Humanité.
-- Vauquelin. Wererat member of Trueblood Council, once an armorsmith for the Nobility, he now makes the armor that contains Casques Silencieux. Stopping him can limit the number of new Silent Helms.
-- Doctor Gosse. Wererat member of Trueblood Council, once a physician for the Nobility, he now helps make new strands of the Gnaws.
-- Le Bleu. Wererat member of Trueblood Council, it is an open secret that he influences the Rising Voices and is second in charge of the Movers and Shakers ran by Jacques Renier (son of Jacqueline Renier). He stirs up the Rising Voices (along with State-funding some of their operations, to target their riots).
Ancient Bourgeoisie. The "nobility" upper-class city dwellers, some still have relations with the few noble estates that have yet to be abandoned in the countryside. Jacqueline Renier tolerates them for the decadent "upper-class" society they bring. Could be turned against (enemy of my enemy) Jacqueline and Trueblood council, if her true nature was revealed.
-- Quest. Looking for anything decedent, pay well. Fancy wine, fancy cheese, fancy perfume/cologne, fancy clothes, fancy cigars/pipes, rare+esoteric books (budding Keeper of the Feather branch), mediums to perform séance. Way 1: cave of fancy things from Radish, Reward: Invitation to Le Sable; Way 2: fuel the budding Keepers of the Feather, Reward: Gain allies among the Bourgeoisie.
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The Opposition
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"La Résistance" The Resistance
"Nevermore". A budding new hero, and potential ally, who paints his face white with black lines by his eyes and mouth (like the Crow comic or the Pierrot carnival mask). Many common people who oppose lockdowns and the current government rule wear masks or paint their faces the same to mock the current government as fools. May appear out of seemingly nowhere to help PCs.
"Les Gilets Jaunes" The Yellow Vests: A subgroup who openly protest government rule (usually peacefully)
-- Gaining membership can earn a (magic item creation) formula to make "Yellow Vest of Resistance" that grants a +1 item bonus to saving throws (no attunement required, but doesn't stack with other items that increase saving throw bonus).
"L'humanité" Humanity: a subgroup of students/young adults/young academics who maintain a camp at Assassin's Echo, where they plan to overthrow the ruling class (violently, if necessary)
-- Produce a newspaper, printed in Saint Ronges but distributed throughout Richemulot. The front page is usually given to State propaganda, but Resistance articles are hidden throughout.
-- Was infiltrated by "Personnes Influentes" gang, namely Jacques Renier and his friend.
"Pierrot" Little Peter: A stock character often masked/painted like Nevermore. A foolish, trusting character whose heart is often broken, it is used to mock those who continue to believe State propaganda. The movement is largest in Pont-a-Museau, where Nevermore has been seen the most frequent, often fighting the Silent Helms (Casques Silencieux). Nevermore makes a point to make the helms, bourgeoisie, and retainers of Mademoiselle Jacqueline Renier look like fools, and any who would admire them. The Pierrots do the same, mocking those they see as in charge or supporting the status quo. They are largely peaceful, but underneath brews enough contempt to turn them into a violent mob.
-- Some wear masks, others wear face paint to conceal their identity when acting out
"Les Enfants Délaissés" Neglected/Forsaken Children. Often thought of as Enfant des Rues (street urchins), a member of the Forsaken Children are actually members of a gang and part of La Resistance. They are the children who were taken away and raised by the Pied Piper. Many of the original children are now adults, but they recruit new members from the streets, street urchins and abandoned children filling out their ranks.
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The Procession
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Road between cities, primarily between Saint Ronges and Mortigny when those sick or scared are locked out of the city of Saint Ronges (inevitably into quarantine first) move on to Mortigny for a place to live or find treatment.
Wanted Signs. Wanted: Nevermore (With Picture) 5000gp, payable in food, coin, or medical supplies. Wanted: Radish (With Picture of a young adult with puffy red hair) 200gp, petty crime, theft (from ancient Bourgeoisie), kidnapping (State excuse for him recruiting new children into the Forsaken)
Braos Forest.
-- West of Braos Forest can be found Della Nora (age 38), a native of Richemulot who makes Moonshine. Distributed largely through Movers and Shakers and also much sold to Farmer Woolsy in Mouchet Estate ruins (to tame the oily flavor of his rat-meat). She buys her grain from a mixture of clients, mostly Vistani and Temator Estate. Has a daughter (Belle Nora, age 19), and three men helping her (Zed, crush on daughter, age 24; Hal, secretly wererat and associate of Movers and Shakers, age 36; Jess, warm feelings for Della, friends of Bella's father who died of the Gnaws, age 52).
-- Quest. Rats have got into grain supply. Hal has sent swarms of rats there to destroy business, hoping to restart it himself & having figured out it helps "flavor" rat-meat. Reward: Old No. 7 whiskey (1 bottle each), highly sought after (500gp a bottle) by the wealthy.
Piper's Wood. Considered haunted, most people avoid it. Many traps, snares, and wind chimes (that sound like ghosts) surround the borders. Also natural threats, such as quicksand and starving wolves. The children who live here (Forsaken Children, Les Enfants Délaissés) never wander the woods alone, but will trick pursuers into traps and natural threats. The people who live in Piper's Wood rarely suffer from the Gnaws or other fatal diseases, rats being not a problem, and those who are infected treated by the Pied Piper's magic.
-- "Les Enfants Délaissés" Neglected/Forsaken Children. Split between the Pied Piper, and Torfu.
-- Chowder. A 17-year old, one of the original Forsaken (was very young at the time). Spends time fishing lake, cooks fish soup for children. Wishes to free kids in orphanage, can help explore lake. Reward: Carp Lure (adv. for fishing carp), home-made fishing pole.
-- Radish. An 18-year old, one of the original Forsaken. Wishes to free kids in orphanage, can show how to get into city via "Personnes Influentes" black market tunnels. Works as a "fence" double agent for Movers and Shakers (why he is wanted for petty crime/theft). Mistakenly believes that the Ancient Bourgeoisie are responsible for Richemulot's ills. Reward: Cave with fancy cheese, perfume, bolts of silk.
-- Quest. Attempting to free an orphanage of children in Saint Ronges and recruit them into the Forsaken Children. They know there are secret tunnels into the city, but do not know them (they usually sneak in other, more direct ways). Reward: Get them to side with Pied Piper or Torfu (PCs choice).
-- Cabberbash. A 32-year old halfling (hides true age, pretents to be a child) war refugee from Baldur's Gate, he is a mischief maker and finds the children more appealing than the cities. Was part of a Ratcatcher's Guild in Baldur's Gate.
-- Gang includes Pips, Gabe, Chubs. Part of Cabberbash's gang. Often play Stickball, want to build a tree-house. Reward: Help starting Ratcatcher's Guild; Gnarled Root, magic club kills rats good (dragonslayer, but rats/wererats).
-- "Jean-Pierre" Pied Piper of Hamelin. A bard hired by the people of Saint Ronges to take care of their rat problem, it kept the city fairly plague-free for a time. However, they never paid the Piper. As payment, he played a song on his pipes that led many children away. He took them to these woods and raised them. He can teach formula for making Pipes of the Sewers and Suggestion spell (and mass variants, via songs).
-- Knowing these songs lets the Suggestion spell be cast at higher level to affect more targets.
-- Quest. Does not have enough food for all the Forsaken, children have went missing around Lake Valerius (where they fish)...leads to House of Flies. Payment: Pipes of the Sewers Formula, Mass Suggestion songs
-- Torfu. A student of the Pied Piper, he was infected by the Gnaws and wererat lycanthropy at the same time. He recovered, but now has hideous rat-like features. Has gained much support and followers from the Forsaken Children, and it was he who encouraged them to recruit Street Urchins into the gang. His motives is not altruistic, however. He charms rats/wererats into his own "army" and wishes to replace Jacquiline Renier as the Darklord and head of Trueblood Council. Also seeks a cure to his condition...to become full wererat?
-- Quest. Sent a crew out to Fiox Estate to steal alchemical supplies, but they have went missing. Is working on discovering origin of Rat-King found in Saint Ronges...the plague there isn't that bad, mostly affecting the rats, not the people.
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Mortigny
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Mortigny West Clinic: Ran by Doctor Simone Temator, it has taken on several apprentices under Dr. Simone and Dr. Bethros for treating plague victims with their batch of cure for the newest strain. So far, it has kept Mortigny relatively free of the plague. This has both emboldened the Yellow Vests, but also led to many of the newcomers of Baldur's Gate become "infected" with State propaganda, as it has led many to see the Plague less seriously. Secret, though loosely, affiliated with the Resistance.
-- Temator Estate, object to Simone's treating the sick/poor, but understand that Jacqueline has turned against the bourgeoisie. Grow food/medicinal herbs to sustain themselves and supply Simone (despite objecting to them)
"The Yellow Shirt": A common, yet packed tavern on the back wall that is favored by members of the Yellow Vest. Few places promote/recruit for Yellow Vests more than this tavern.
Barkeep: Monsieur Barot (Personality traits: I give good service, but I expect a tip; Yellow Vests are good for business; State is bad for business)
-- Sells Moonsmoked Jerky: pig-rat jerky in moonshine BBQ bought from Farmer Woolsy, advertised as BBQ lamb jerky.
-- Moonshine. Requires password "A drip of crescent (moon)". 2gp for a strong double-shot (put you flat).
"The Yellow Skirt": A cathouse next to the Yellow Shirt, known for having many "stray" cats. The cats have recently been going missing (being killed by Personnes Influentes and other wererats). The owner is a werecat, Madam Cherie.
"Château Tres Imposant" This is a giant apartment building my PCs rented out to help safely house members of the Yellow Vest. They fixed it up and are storing lots of food/rations for the inevitable next outbrea.
"Ooh La La": Brothel of the rich bourgeoisie, greatest rival of The Yellow Skirt. Both men and women are showcased through glass windows, and great lockdown measures are taken. The Madam is a wererat, and the prostitutes are known to "nibble" on guests earlobes, secretly spreading the Gnaws. It is advertised as being "cat-free".
"The Pantry": A corner "restaurant" with no in-door seating, uses paper plates/cups/wooden chopsticks/etc. Very popular among Yellow Vests, middle class, and bourgeoisie alike.
"Personnes Influentes" Movers and Shakers: A thieves guild/black market that smuggles goods in and out of Mortigny during times of lockdown. Largely counter to La Resistance, as it is chiefly ran by wererats.
-- The guild has several sewer grates where they leave a single gold coin every day at a certain time. Once they hook someone into retrieving it each day, they begin leaving notes of simple tasks that help the thieves guild operate unnoticed.
"Marché Noir" Black Market: A series of several hidden "markets" that sell both legal and illegal good, largely selling smuggled goods during lockdowns. Most frequently, these are temporary markets set up and taken down within a few hours, with criers knocking on doors and leaving secret notes (via gold coin scam) advertising when/where the black market will be. There are several "permanent" markets set up among the sewers that deal in highly illegal goods, ie poison, slaves, etc.
-- Stolen a prototype alchemical formula that makes wererats temporarily immune to their silver weakness; currently has side effect of making them vulnerable to fire (even nonmagical).
"Le Sang Dû" The Blood Due. Gladiator Pits of Mortigny. Diseased warriors fight for pay (usually to pay off debts they owe, primarily back taxes...whether owed or not, Jacqueline Renier says they owe "increased" taxes. There is another gladiator pit in Pont-a-Museau, called Le Sang a Payer (The Blood to Pay).
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Saint Ronges
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Large push by the Rising Voices to enact "Papers" as used in Pont-a-Museau (and soon to be placed in Mortigny) hoping to curry favor with Jacqueline Renier.
"Plague Doctors". The smoke can already be seen rising from the city...but this time, they are burning all the dead rats piling up.
"The Rat-King". A bundle of dead rats, tails entwined. An "omen" that the Gnaws/plague are back. However, it is strangely effecting the rat population far more severe than the civilians. The Silent Helms begin lockdowns anyway.
"L'humanité" Humanity. A newspapeprinting press of students and young academics. Front page usually State propaganda, articles sympathetic to La Resistance found hidden throughout. Old newspapers are often turned into paper cones/plates for takeout food.
"Les Voix Montantes" The Rising Voices. Quite active in Saint Ronges, they attack anyone they feel is part of La Resistance. They are very vocal about squashing all opposition to the State in hopes that Mademoiselle Jacqueline Renier will reinstate Saint Ronges and send State support (delusioned into thinking the State will ever send help).
"Meat-On-A-Stick" wandering vender Rufu (13 y.o.), Dank (11 y.o.), & Jenk-Jenk (12 y.o.). Street urchins affiliated with (but not a part of) the Forsaken Children. Sell lamb-&-rat shish-kebab BBQ (soaked in moonshine). Frequent customers of their own product, the three boys have become immune to the Gnaws (all variants) and lycanthropy. Franchised by Farmer Woolsy, "Sheep" Wrangler who is raising giant rat-pig hybrids (along with some sheep/lambs) in the ruins of Mouchet Estate. The BBQ sauce is from Dela Nora, who runs a moonshine outfit west of Braos Forest (also sells moonshine via Movers and Shakers).
-- Villa Meux. A beat-up old house where they meet.
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Pont-a-Museau
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"Papers" are now required to enter most businesses or even walk about the streets, without being harassed by the Silent Helms. Characteristically, only the well-to-do or those secretly part of Undercity are able to get Papers.
"Plague Doctors" can already be seen burning bodies.
"Pierrot" Little Peter: A stock character often masked/painted like Nevermore.
-- Often mock citizens who fall for State propaganda, supporters of Nevermore.
-- Opposed (and often attacked) by Les Voix Montantes, who burn/loot businesses of those sympathetic to Pierrot
"Les Voix Montantes" The Rising Voices. A violent gang/movement who oppose (and often attack) Pierrot. They are known for violently attacking and vandalizing businesses of those supportive of Pierrot, including playhouses, restaurants, and gatherings of Pierrot.
"Mooncup Madness" Cateline Garnier (cute vendor), Jehan Staliex (cook). A traveling meat vender who sales stir-fried pork and lamb (actually rat and lamb soaked in moonshine) with a variety of flavored sauces. Served in a paper cone made from old L'humanité newspapers with wooden chopsticks. The two have hints of Undercity and Truebloods, find it ironic to serve rats wrapped in anti-state propaganda. Frequently deliver "door-to-door" with a permit to be on the streets, less reason for citizens to break quarantine. Franchised by Farmer Woolsy, "Sheep" Wrangler who is raising giant rat-pig hybrids (along with some sheep/lambs) in the ruins of Mouchet Estate. The moonshine for the soak comes from Dela Nora, who runs her outfit west of Braos Forest (& also sells moonshine via Movers and Shakers).
-- Will move around paraphernalia / messages for a few extra coins
Mademoiselle Jacqueline Renier. De-facto ruler of Richemulot, lives in Chateau Delanuit, beneath which lies the Inverted Court of Undercity. While most wererats live and spend nearly all their time in Undercity, Jacqueline still rules from above, both to "rule" the nonrat citizens and to partake in "high society" which is largely ignored by the Trueblood Council (she has replaced a number of members with new members more sympathetic to "high society" living).
-- Plans a high-class "ball" several weeks before the mass execution
-- Plans to mass-execute thousands of citizens in Pont-a-Museau if Nevermore is not turned over.
-- Wants to eliminate all nonrats the way she used to want to eliminate the middle class
Louise Renier, twin sister of Jacqueline (disfigured)
-- Possible contact/ally to help defeat Jacqueline/plague/secret wererat society
-- knows of the Trueblood Council, the true rulers of Richemulot
-- wants in infiltrate a ball held by her sister and expose her as a wererat in front of the bourgeoisie (could turn them against Jacqueline enough to stop executions)
"Le Sang a Payer" The Blood to Pay. Le Sang a Payer is the gladiator pit of Pont-a-Museau, Le Sang Dû the gladiator pit of Mortigny. Diseased warriors fight each other to the death...eventually even the winners die to the plague, but they are promised to have their debts paid off. Sometimes used as a punishment/judgement of Jacqueline Renier for those who cannot pay her taxes.
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The Gardens
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Sunken Temple of Ezra; cleared by PCs, potential base for La Resistance fighters
-- Infested with Strigoi; awakened trees, deaths head, viggol
-- Was being used by a priest of Osybus
-- "buried" catacombs dungeon contains Amber Sarcophagus/Sarcophagi; "Yuan-Ti Explorers" wish to explore, but the entrance is caved in.
-- contains old smithy of Swamp Fox's La Resistance, still in good shape
-- "Armory" Originally a library / vault for holy contraband of the Church, converted by La Resistance. Contains several still usable weapons and scrolls, most have water and mold damage.
Protected by a Glyph of Warding
"Yuan-Ti Explorers" a Malison with Silessa the Snake (from the Carnival), who has been promised to return to her "true" snake from via becoming Yuan-Ti.
-- "Coral" Yuan-Ti Malison (DMG 309), a 'beautiful' woman who is a snake from the waist down. She has manipulated Silessa into serving her (practically a slave). Trapped in "cellar" by priest of Osybus.
-- "Silessa the Snake" A dancer and animal tamer from the Carnival, Silessa (druid) performs with a collection of rare serpents. She claims she was born a snake and magically transformed into an elf. Now a Yuan-Ti Pureblood.
-- "Severin" Yuan-Ti Abomination (DMG 208). Fearsome explorer, warrior, and Sorcerer (or RangeWarlock) with magical adventuring gear and class levels.
Claims to support the Yellow Vests, wears a yellow silk sash with red squares
Wishes to explore sunken crypts (where ghost-ring of Mithris was found), believes great treasure, magic, and knowledge can be found inside (Amber Sarcophagi)
Has studded gloves of thieving/dex/archery, horned composite mighty +2 shortbow, quiver of Ehlonna w/ poisoned arrows, necklace of fireballs, eagle eye goggles, gold armband torc, red w/ gold trim & tassels waist sash/sword belt, +2 mithril chainmail shirt, +2 scimitar-longsword, +2 dagger (of venom?)
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Going Green – The Drive for Energy Efficiency considers James Watt’s pioneering spirit and his legacy in a modern-day context, where the desire to be increasingly energy efficient to combat climate change is ever-present.
Curious About Glasgow (City Centre)
Explore Glasgow with these two self-guided walks. If you're feeling up to it, you can also include a treasure hunt for added fun.
Celtic Connections (Various venues: Glasgow)
Glasgow's annual folk, roots, indie, world and traditional music festival celebrates the links between Celtic music and cultures across the globe, featuring ceilidhs, workshops, talks, dancing, art exhibitions, and free events.
Summer Long Sports Day (Hamleys Toy Store)
Most pandemic restrictions in the UK are now thankfully being lifted, however the end of the summer school term has still been affected with many sports days being cancelled - meaning no egg and spoon, bean bag balancing or the infamous Mum and Da...
Saint-Saëns 'Organ' Symphony (City Halls & Old Fruitmarket)
On general sale - 10am, Thursday 2nd December 2021
The Winter Garden: Merchant City (Candleriggs)
As we delve into the season of woolly hats, last minute Christmas shopping and mulled wine, Glasgow welcomes new food and drinks venue The Winter Garden. Located in the stylish Merchant City, the Winter Garden offers captivating cocktails, warming...
The Winter Exhibition (Compass Gallery)
A selection of work by contemporary British artists and recent graduates from the four big Scottish Schools of Art, including paintings, drawings, prints, jewellery, ceramics, textiles, glass and sculpture.
Brigadoon (Glasgow Film Theatre)
Two yanks on vacation in Scotland discover a sleepy village that comes alive once every hundred years. Rather flat and uninvolving Minnelli musical, especially in comparison with his other 50s work, with the unconvincing (and unintentionally hilar...
Tasty Treats Afternoon Tea (Dobbies Braehead, Dobbies Milngavie)
Treat yourself to one of our Afternoon Teas for just £10 per adult throughout January
A Hero (Glasgow Film Theatre)
Asghar Farhadi’s signature cinematic web-weaving is deployed to captivating effect in his Cannes Grand Prix-winning drama – a reflection on the grey line between right and wrong.
Amartey Golding: Bring Me To Heal (Tramway)
Bring Me To Heal is a new exhibition by Amartey Golding which includes film, photography, sound and a handcrafted garment that sheds light on generational trauma in Britain. Turning to his Anglo-Scottish and Ghanaian ancestry by way of a Rastafari...
Khvay Samnang: Calling for Rain (Tramway)
During COP 2021 Tramway’s main gallery will present a new work for children and young people by Phnom Penh, Cambodia-based artist Khvay Samnang.
Opening Night: 'Neath the Gloamin' Star (Glasgow Royal Concert Hall)
Unfortunately, the Opening Night of Celtic Connections is subject to restricted capacity due to the ongoing impacts of the global pandemic. If you have purchased tickets, box office will be in touch with you asap.
The Specials Ltd. (The Cathouse)
Tribute to 2-Tone legends, The Specials.
Promenade Running Time 60 Mins (Sharmanka Kinetic Theatre & Gallery)
The Book of Mormon (King's Theatre)
Trey Parker, Robert Lopez and Matt Stone's Tony Award-winning musical satire chronicling the misadventures of two Mormon missionaries in a remote village in northern Uganda, where the villagers have more pressing concerns on their mind than listen...
Today in Scottish History
20 January 1994: The death of Sir Matt Busby, the football player and manager best remembered for his management of Manchester United.
/GlasgowMarket Digest
Wayfair desk (no weans included), used less than a year. £30
Set of two authentic mid century vintage armchairs. £120 for both ONO
Basically untouched Ikea Dining table with chairs - £55
Alienware Alpha Console - I3 processor
R.A.O.K - The Orb, SWG3, 19.06.2022
Looking for x2 standing tickets for Sam Fender 26th of March at the Hyrdo.
2020 13.3” 256GB SSD MacBook Air (more details in the comments).
Tune of the day
Lockah - Sly Winking Usury (suggested by Competitive-Patient1)
Picked from 2 eligible links submitted today. Suggest tomorrow's tune.
2021.11.19 07:00 SteamieBot The Steamie - Friday 19 November 2021
Weather (Powered by Dark Sky)
Possible light rain tomorrow morning and afternoon.
Around 11 to 14 degrees.
Travel
Delays to services between Dalmuir and Larkhall
Due to an earlier train fault at Uphall disruption is expected until 21:00 19/11.
Train services between Dalmuir and Larkhall may be delayed by up to 8 minutes.
Option 1 - Check if a rail journey is currently possible..
*Currently, we have not requested Rail Replacement Transport. We will monitor this situation as the incident develops.
Option 4 - Consider travelling later..
*You might wish to consider postponing your journey until our services return to normal.
Delays to services between Motherwell and Dalmuir
Train services between Motherwell and Dalmuir may be delayed by up to 8 minutes.
Delays to services between Dalmuir and Whifflet
Train services between Dalmuir and Whifflet may be delayed by up to 8 minutes.
Delays to services between Larkhall and Milngavie
Train services between Larkhall and Milngavie may be delayed by up to 8 minutes.
Delays to services between Helensburgh Central and Edinburgh
Train services between Helensburgh Central and Edinburgh may be delayed by up to 8 minutes.
Delays to services between Balloch and Airdrie
Train services between Balloch and Airdrie may be delayed by up to 8 minutes.
What's On Today
Self led Workshop - Share some South Asian Games (Scotland Street School Museum)
Currently Scotland Street is the only school designed by Charles Rennie Mackintosh that is still open to the public. This guide-led tour allows visitors to choose the topics for discussion and route of their walk around the building. This is inten...
GlaswegAsians (Scotland Street School Museum)
A Colourful Heritage exhibition celebrating 150 years of South Asian and Muslim history in Glasgow. Explore the community’s contribution to the city and commemorate the 80th anniversary of World War Two by learning about the British Indian Army s...
First complete illustrated book of all 676 internationally important ship models published (Riverside Museum)
Glasgow is renowned throughout the world as a centre for shipbuilding, this reputation is reflected in the city’s internationally significant collection of ship models, which are cared for by Glasgow Museums. A new book Glasgow Museums: The Ship...
Treasured shoe added to Athenia display on 80th anniversary of the sinking (Riverside Museum)
Eighty years ago the SS Athenia was outbound from Glasgow, Liverpool and Belfast to Montreal, Canada with over 1,000 passengers on board. On the day World War 2 was declared in September 1939 it was attacked and sunk, becoming the first maritime c...
Step inside Driver’s Cab from ‘Train of the Future’ (Riverside Museum)
Come to Riverside and step inside a life-size replica driver’s cab of the brand new Nova 2 train by FirstGroup TransPennine Express. The child-friendly interactive display is based on a new state-of-the-art electric locomotive, set to be introduce...
Dorothee Pullinger displays honours trailblazing automotive engineer (Riverside Museum)
Driving Force: Dorothée Pullinger and the Galloway Car celebrates the achievements of British engineering pioneer, business woman and racing driver Dorothée Pullinger. Dorothee co-founded the Women’s Engineering Society (WES) and we are deligh...
Going Green – The Drive for Energy Efficiency (Riverside Museum)
Going Green – The Drive for Energy Efficiency considers James Watt’s pioneering spirit and his legacy in a modern-day context, where the desire to be increasingly energy efficient to combat climate change is ever-present.
Curious About Glasgow (City Centre)
Explore Glasgow with these two self-guided walks. If you're feeling up to it, you can also include a treasure hunt for added fun.
L1Nkn_P4Rk (UK's #1 Linkin Park Tribute) at Cathouse (The Cathouse)
Tickets to this show include FREE ENTRY to the night club afterwards!
ABBA A-Rival (The Classic Grand)
Scottish tribute to the Swedish popsters.
Summer Long Sports Day (Hamleys Toy Store)
Most pandemic restrictions in the UK are now thankfully being lifted, however the end of the summer school term has still been affected with many sports days being cancelled - meaning no egg and spoon, bean bag balancing or the infamous Mum and Da...
Vegan Burd Presents... A Vegan Pizza Party (McNeill's)
A relaxed evening of vegan food, beer, music and coffee, with pizza from The Muckle Backit Oven.
One Way Ticket to Trashville (The Admiral)
Always a Hit Records Presents: One way Ticket to Trashville.
Talking Heads Tribute (this aint no disco) (Argyle St Arches)
Screening of the live concert film ‘Stop Making Sense’ on a BIG screen with added stage props, lighting and sound.
The Greatest Showman Tribute (Arta)
And as you probably know, the hit movie musical, The Greatest Showman, celebrates his gift of making others smile.
Potions Cocktail Class (The Root of Magic)
Be immersed in a world of magic at our potions cocktail class. Our fully interactive cocktail potions experience is led by our in house professors within our potions area.Price is £30pp which includes 3 drinks and activitiesclasses run 8pm Friday...
Jungle Testaments: Capitol 1212 & Metragnome (Audio)
With our 2nd instalment of Jungle Testaments of 2021. This time we are bringing not one but 2 sensational guest to rinse the Cenote Sounds System for what it's worth
Sixties Gold (Glasgow Royal Concert Hall)
A superb 60's package starring Gerry & The Pacemakers, The Searchers, The Fortunes, PJ Proby and Brian Poole and Chip Hawkes.
Dislocations: Territories, Landscapes And Other Spaces (The Hunterian Museum and Art Gallery)
Dislocations is a group exhibition featuring the work of contemporary artists. The artists included here reframe the ways we inhabit, perceive and represent the natural world. They direct our attention to sites, spaces and experiences often overlo...
The Word for World is Forest (CCA)
The Word for World is Forest brings together three perspectives on climate change from very different regions of the world.
Today in Scottish History
19 November 1805: Explorer Mungo Park sets sail downstream into the unknown reaches of the River Niger in a large canoe with what remains of his ill-fated expedition.
/GlasgowMarket Digest
Selling 2 tickets to Kelly Lee Owens at SWG3 tomorrow 20/11/21 - £35 for the pair (face value)
[£200] Alienware Alpha I5 Steam Machine w/ 500GB SSD
My friend and I are both Glasgow artists and will be signing copies of our graphic novel Hell in Stalingrad today in Forbidden Planet! Come and support if you can.
selling a Jim Decon guitar. I've had if for a while and never learned to play it so selling it for 40£ dm me if Intrested
Looking for two tickets for sleaford mods this thursday
iPhone 11 64gb purple cracked screen
Free Aspire Nautilus coils x8, 1.6ohm
Tune of the day
Gaelic Waulking Songs in the Outer Hebrides (1941) [With full lyrics and translation] (via /ScottishMusic)
No eligible links submitted today. Suggest tomorrow's tune.
submitted by SteamieBot to glasgow [link] [comments]
Possible light rain tomorrow morning and afternoon.
Around 11 to 14 degrees.
Travel
Delays to services between Dalmuir and Larkhall
Due to an earlier train fault at Uphall disruption is expected until 21:00 19/11.
Train services between Dalmuir and Larkhall may be delayed by up to 8 minutes.
Option 1 - Check if a rail journey is currently possible..
- Use the National Rail Enquiries real-time journey planner to check if you can continue your journey by rail.
- If you have had to drive to another station your ticket will be valid to collect your car on your return journey. Speak to a member of staff to validate your ticket.
- Currently, we have not arranged for your rail tickets to be accepted on local bus routes as yet. We will monitor this situation as the incident develops.
*Currently, we have not requested Rail Replacement Transport. We will monitor this situation as the incident develops.
Option 4 - Consider travelling later..
*You might wish to consider postponing your journey until our services return to normal.
- Due to an earlier train fault at Uphall, we have some delays ongoing up to 8 minutes.
Delays to services between Motherwell and Dalmuir
Train services between Motherwell and Dalmuir may be delayed by up to 8 minutes.
Delays to services between Dalmuir and Whifflet
Train services between Dalmuir and Whifflet may be delayed by up to 8 minutes.
Delays to services between Larkhall and Milngavie
Train services between Larkhall and Milngavie may be delayed by up to 8 minutes.
Delays to services between Helensburgh Central and Edinburgh
Train services between Helensburgh Central and Edinburgh may be delayed by up to 8 minutes.
Delays to services between Balloch and Airdrie
Train services between Balloch and Airdrie may be delayed by up to 8 minutes.
What's On Today
Self led Workshop - Share some South Asian Games (Scotland Street School Museum)
Currently Scotland Street is the only school designed by Charles Rennie Mackintosh that is still open to the public. This guide-led tour allows visitors to choose the topics for discussion and route of their walk around the building. This is inten...
GlaswegAsians (Scotland Street School Museum)
A Colourful Heritage exhibition celebrating 150 years of South Asian and Muslim history in Glasgow. Explore the community’s contribution to the city and commemorate the 80th anniversary of World War Two by learning about the British Indian Army s...
First complete illustrated book of all 676 internationally important ship models published (Riverside Museum)
Glasgow is renowned throughout the world as a centre for shipbuilding, this reputation is reflected in the city’s internationally significant collection of ship models, which are cared for by Glasgow Museums. A new book Glasgow Museums: The Ship...
Treasured shoe added to Athenia display on 80th anniversary of the sinking (Riverside Museum)
Eighty years ago the SS Athenia was outbound from Glasgow, Liverpool and Belfast to Montreal, Canada with over 1,000 passengers on board. On the day World War 2 was declared in September 1939 it was attacked and sunk, becoming the first maritime c...
Step inside Driver’s Cab from ‘Train of the Future’ (Riverside Museum)
Come to Riverside and step inside a life-size replica driver’s cab of the brand new Nova 2 train by FirstGroup TransPennine Express. The child-friendly interactive display is based on a new state-of-the-art electric locomotive, set to be introduce...
Dorothee Pullinger displays honours trailblazing automotive engineer (Riverside Museum)
Driving Force: Dorothée Pullinger and the Galloway Car celebrates the achievements of British engineering pioneer, business woman and racing driver Dorothée Pullinger. Dorothee co-founded the Women’s Engineering Society (WES) and we are deligh...
Going Green – The Drive for Energy Efficiency (Riverside Museum)
Going Green – The Drive for Energy Efficiency considers James Watt’s pioneering spirit and his legacy in a modern-day context, where the desire to be increasingly energy efficient to combat climate change is ever-present.
Curious About Glasgow (City Centre)
Explore Glasgow with these two self-guided walks. If you're feeling up to it, you can also include a treasure hunt for added fun.
L1Nkn_P4Rk (UK's #1 Linkin Park Tribute) at Cathouse (The Cathouse)
Tickets to this show include FREE ENTRY to the night club afterwards!
ABBA A-Rival (The Classic Grand)
Scottish tribute to the Swedish popsters.
Summer Long Sports Day (Hamleys Toy Store)
Most pandemic restrictions in the UK are now thankfully being lifted, however the end of the summer school term has still been affected with many sports days being cancelled - meaning no egg and spoon, bean bag balancing or the infamous Mum and Da...
Vegan Burd Presents... A Vegan Pizza Party (McNeill's)
A relaxed evening of vegan food, beer, music and coffee, with pizza from The Muckle Backit Oven.
One Way Ticket to Trashville (The Admiral)
Always a Hit Records Presents: One way Ticket to Trashville.
Talking Heads Tribute (this aint no disco) (Argyle St Arches)
Screening of the live concert film ‘Stop Making Sense’ on a BIG screen with added stage props, lighting and sound.
The Greatest Showman Tribute (Arta)
And as you probably know, the hit movie musical, The Greatest Showman, celebrates his gift of making others smile.
Potions Cocktail Class (The Root of Magic)
Be immersed in a world of magic at our potions cocktail class. Our fully interactive cocktail potions experience is led by our in house professors within our potions area.Price is £30pp which includes 3 drinks and activitiesclasses run 8pm Friday...
Jungle Testaments: Capitol 1212 & Metragnome (Audio)
With our 2nd instalment of Jungle Testaments of 2021. This time we are bringing not one but 2 sensational guest to rinse the Cenote Sounds System for what it's worth
Sixties Gold (Glasgow Royal Concert Hall)
A superb 60's package starring Gerry & The Pacemakers, The Searchers, The Fortunes, PJ Proby and Brian Poole and Chip Hawkes.
Dislocations: Territories, Landscapes And Other Spaces (The Hunterian Museum and Art Gallery)
Dislocations is a group exhibition featuring the work of contemporary artists. The artists included here reframe the ways we inhabit, perceive and represent the natural world. They direct our attention to sites, spaces and experiences often overlo...
The Word for World is Forest (CCA)
The Word for World is Forest brings together three perspectives on climate change from very different regions of the world.
Today in Scottish History
19 November 1805: Explorer Mungo Park sets sail downstream into the unknown reaches of the River Niger in a large canoe with what remains of his ill-fated expedition.
/GlasgowMarket Digest
Selling 2 tickets to Kelly Lee Owens at SWG3 tomorrow 20/11/21 - £35 for the pair (face value)
[£200] Alienware Alpha I5 Steam Machine w/ 500GB SSD
My friend and I are both Glasgow artists and will be signing copies of our graphic novel Hell in Stalingrad today in Forbidden Planet! Come and support if you can.
selling a Jim Decon guitar. I've had if for a while and never learned to play it so selling it for 40£ dm me if Intrested
Looking for two tickets for sleaford mods this thursday
iPhone 11 64gb purple cracked screen
Free Aspire Nautilus coils x8, 1.6ohm
Tune of the day
Gaelic Waulking Songs in the Outer Hebrides (1941) [With full lyrics and translation] (via /ScottishMusic)
No eligible links submitted today. Suggest tomorrow's tune.
2021.10.23 07:00 SteamieBot The Steamie - Saturday 23 October 2021
Weather (Powered by Dark Sky)
Rain throughout the day.
Around 6 to 14 degrees.
Travel
No line problems reported.
What's On Today
Self led Workshop - Share some South Asian Games (Scotland Street School Museum)
Currently Scotland Street is the only school designed by Charles Rennie Mackintosh that is still open to the public. This guide-led tour allows visitors to choose the topics for discussion and route of their walk around the building. This is inten...
GlaswegAsians (Scotland Street School Museum)
A Colourful Heritage exhibition celebrating 150 years of South Asian and Muslim history in Glasgow. Explore the community’s contribution to the city and commemorate the 80th anniversary of World War Two by learning about the British Indian Army s...
First complete illustrated book of all 676 internationally important ship models published (Riverside Museum)
Glasgow is renowned throughout the world as a centre for shipbuilding, this reputation is reflected in the city’s internationally significant collection of ship models, which are cared for by Glasgow Museums. A new book Glasgow Museums: The Ship...
Treasured shoe added to Athenia display on 80th anniversary of the sinking (Riverside Museum)
Eighty years ago the SS Athenia was outbound from Glasgow, Liverpool and Belfast to Montreal, Canada with over 1,000 passengers on board. On the day World War 2 was declared in September 1939 it was attacked and sunk, becoming the first maritime c...
Step inside Driver’s Cab from ‘Train of the Future’ (Riverside Museum)
Come to Riverside and step inside a life-size replica driver’s cab of the brand new Nova 2 train by FirstGroup TransPennine Express. The child-friendly interactive display is based on a new state-of-the-art electric locomotive, set to be introduce...
Dorothee Pullinger displays honours trailblazing automotive engineer (Riverside Museum)
Driving Force: Dorothée Pullinger and the Galloway Car celebrates the achievements of British engineering pioneer, business woman and racing driver Dorothée Pullinger. Dorothee co-founded the Women’s Engineering Society (WES) and we are deligh...
Going Green – The Drive for Energy Efficiency (Riverside Museum)
Going Green – The Drive for Energy Efficiency considers James Watt’s pioneering spirit and his legacy in a modern-day context, where the desire to be increasingly energy efficient to combat climate change is ever-present.
Curious About Glasgow (City Centre)
Explore Glasgow with these two self-guided walks. If you're feeling up to it, you can also include a treasure hunt for added fun.
Last Great Dreamers (Audio)
UK Glam-tinged Power-pop rockers Last Great Dreamers head out on a clutch of UK dates to promote the re-release & 25th Anniversary of their debut cult classic album Retrosexual.
SWG3 Presents Joel Corry (SWG3)
SWG3 Presents Joel Corry 2021 Tour + Special Guests 23rd October 10pm Doors Galvanizers 18+
Whistler: Art and Legacy (The Hunterian Museum and Art Gallery)
The Hunterian is home to one of the world’s largest collections of the work of American artist James McNeill Whistler (1834-1903). This major new exhibition showcases the collection's strength and richness, exploring the development of Whistler’s ...
Summer Long Sports Day (Hamleys Toy Store)
Most pandemic restrictions in the UK are now thankfully being lifted, however the end of the summer school term has still been affected with many sports days being cancelled - meaning no egg and spoon, bean bag balancing or the infamous Mum and Da...
Royal Scottish National Orchestra: Søndergård Conducts The Firebird (Glasgow Royal Concert Hall)
Søndergård Conducts The Firebird
Scottish Opera - Gondoliers (Theatre Royal)
Two happy-go-lucky gondoliers discover that one of them is, in fact, heir to the throne of a distant kingdom. True to their (adopted) Republican roots, they set off together to rule in idealistic, if somewhat chaotic, style...
Hyojun Hyun and Rodrigo Red Sandoval Scattered Sights (CCA)
We carry glances like shells and rocks we find on the beach or a fiver by the sidewalk. Fragments of reality slide over the scleras of our eyes. In our heads everything blends. We piece together the glimpses of newspaper tabloids, the protests on ...
DIG 21: Freestylers Everybody With Me, Always (Tramway)
'We couldn’t work together in the studio this year and we wanted to see each other in real life, so we started going on walks together. The work is a journey. We are going on tour for the first time. We are meeting new people, finding out what we...
DIG 2021 (Various venues: Glasgow)
DIG 2021 features outstanding performance from local and national artists, presented live indoors and outdoors and through film, virtual reality and DIG’s new digital strand. A dynamic, future-proof Autumn and Spring programme begins, taking over ...
Foo Fighters GB (Hard Rock Cafe)
UK Foo Fighters tribute.
Spooktacular (Silverburn)
Halloween fun fair featuring rollercoaster, thrill rides, festival wheel, scare maze, silent disco and more, including 'little pumpkin rides'. Hosted in the green car park.
Scottish Premiership: Celtic Vs St Johnstone (Celtic Park)
Celtic take on St Johnstone in this Scottish Premiership fixture.
Today in Scottish History
23 October 1921: The death in Dublin of JohnBoyd Dunlop, who popularised the pneumatic inflatable rubber tyre and is chiefly remembered for founding the company that bears his name, Dunlop Tyres.
/GlasgowMarket Digest
2 x Trash Boat Tickets Tonight @ Cathouse 7pm - £20
2 Harry Potter and the Cursed Child Tickets for 30th October
Looking for Rina Sawayama tickets at SWG3 on 13th Nov..?
Kevin Bridges - Free Ticket
Selling a ticket to see Celtic tomorrow, £20
Tune of the day
The Replacements - Left Of The Dial (Official Promo Video) (suggested by rexuspatheticus)
Only one eligible link submitted today. Suggest tomorrow's tune.
submitted by SteamieBot to glasgow [link] [comments]
Rain throughout the day.
Around 6 to 14 degrees.
Travel
No line problems reported.
What's On Today
Self led Workshop - Share some South Asian Games (Scotland Street School Museum)
Currently Scotland Street is the only school designed by Charles Rennie Mackintosh that is still open to the public. This guide-led tour allows visitors to choose the topics for discussion and route of their walk around the building. This is inten...
GlaswegAsians (Scotland Street School Museum)
A Colourful Heritage exhibition celebrating 150 years of South Asian and Muslim history in Glasgow. Explore the community’s contribution to the city and commemorate the 80th anniversary of World War Two by learning about the British Indian Army s...
First complete illustrated book of all 676 internationally important ship models published (Riverside Museum)
Glasgow is renowned throughout the world as a centre for shipbuilding, this reputation is reflected in the city’s internationally significant collection of ship models, which are cared for by Glasgow Museums. A new book Glasgow Museums: The Ship...
Treasured shoe added to Athenia display on 80th anniversary of the sinking (Riverside Museum)
Eighty years ago the SS Athenia was outbound from Glasgow, Liverpool and Belfast to Montreal, Canada with over 1,000 passengers on board. On the day World War 2 was declared in September 1939 it was attacked and sunk, becoming the first maritime c...
Step inside Driver’s Cab from ‘Train of the Future’ (Riverside Museum)
Come to Riverside and step inside a life-size replica driver’s cab of the brand new Nova 2 train by FirstGroup TransPennine Express. The child-friendly interactive display is based on a new state-of-the-art electric locomotive, set to be introduce...
Dorothee Pullinger displays honours trailblazing automotive engineer (Riverside Museum)
Driving Force: Dorothée Pullinger and the Galloway Car celebrates the achievements of British engineering pioneer, business woman and racing driver Dorothée Pullinger. Dorothee co-founded the Women’s Engineering Society (WES) and we are deligh...
Going Green – The Drive for Energy Efficiency (Riverside Museum)
Going Green – The Drive for Energy Efficiency considers James Watt’s pioneering spirit and his legacy in a modern-day context, where the desire to be increasingly energy efficient to combat climate change is ever-present.
Curious About Glasgow (City Centre)
Explore Glasgow with these two self-guided walks. If you're feeling up to it, you can also include a treasure hunt for added fun.
Last Great Dreamers (Audio)
UK Glam-tinged Power-pop rockers Last Great Dreamers head out on a clutch of UK dates to promote the re-release & 25th Anniversary of their debut cult classic album Retrosexual.
SWG3 Presents Joel Corry (SWG3)
SWG3 Presents Joel Corry 2021 Tour + Special Guests 23rd October 10pm Doors Galvanizers 18+
Whistler: Art and Legacy (The Hunterian Museum and Art Gallery)
The Hunterian is home to one of the world’s largest collections of the work of American artist James McNeill Whistler (1834-1903). This major new exhibition showcases the collection's strength and richness, exploring the development of Whistler’s ...
Summer Long Sports Day (Hamleys Toy Store)
Most pandemic restrictions in the UK are now thankfully being lifted, however the end of the summer school term has still been affected with many sports days being cancelled - meaning no egg and spoon, bean bag balancing or the infamous Mum and Da...
Royal Scottish National Orchestra: Søndergård Conducts The Firebird (Glasgow Royal Concert Hall)
Søndergård Conducts The Firebird
Scottish Opera - Gondoliers (Theatre Royal)
Two happy-go-lucky gondoliers discover that one of them is, in fact, heir to the throne of a distant kingdom. True to their (adopted) Republican roots, they set off together to rule in idealistic, if somewhat chaotic, style...
Hyojun Hyun and Rodrigo Red Sandoval Scattered Sights (CCA)
We carry glances like shells and rocks we find on the beach or a fiver by the sidewalk. Fragments of reality slide over the scleras of our eyes. In our heads everything blends. We piece together the glimpses of newspaper tabloids, the protests on ...
DIG 21: Freestylers Everybody With Me, Always (Tramway)
'We couldn’t work together in the studio this year and we wanted to see each other in real life, so we started going on walks together. The work is a journey. We are going on tour for the first time. We are meeting new people, finding out what we...
DIG 2021 (Various venues: Glasgow)
DIG 2021 features outstanding performance from local and national artists, presented live indoors and outdoors and through film, virtual reality and DIG’s new digital strand. A dynamic, future-proof Autumn and Spring programme begins, taking over ...
Foo Fighters GB (Hard Rock Cafe)
UK Foo Fighters tribute.
Spooktacular (Silverburn)
Halloween fun fair featuring rollercoaster, thrill rides, festival wheel, scare maze, silent disco and more, including 'little pumpkin rides'. Hosted in the green car park.
Scottish Premiership: Celtic Vs St Johnstone (Celtic Park)
Celtic take on St Johnstone in this Scottish Premiership fixture.
Today in Scottish History
23 October 1921: The death in Dublin of JohnBoyd Dunlop, who popularised the pneumatic inflatable rubber tyre and is chiefly remembered for founding the company that bears his name, Dunlop Tyres.
/GlasgowMarket Digest
2 x Trash Boat Tickets Tonight @ Cathouse 7pm - £20
2 Harry Potter and the Cursed Child Tickets for 30th October
Looking for Rina Sawayama tickets at SWG3 on 13th Nov..?
Kevin Bridges - Free Ticket
Selling a ticket to see Celtic tomorrow, £20
Tune of the day
The Replacements - Left Of The Dial (Official Promo Video) (suggested by rexuspatheticus)
Only one eligible link submitted today. Suggest tomorrow's tune.
2021.07.06 15:30 SamanthaR29 I met with the last person I know of who saw my sister alive. She had a story to share
Here's how it all began. And here is what happened after
It's been a long and strange few weeks
Sleeping in motel rooms and Air B&B's. No real contact with family or friends other than brief messages so they know I'm not dead. I am pretty sure they think I've gone nuts. Maybe I have. I think I'd prefer that honestly. If I'm crazy then none of this is real.
I've been trying to track down leads using the notes my sister left. Find people who might know something or be able to help. That's what led me to someone who I'll just call Heather L. here.
Heather is someone who showed up in quite a few of the notes I've been able to find, sorting through the mess of papers my sister left me as a weird little inheritance. Someone who my sister seemed to have a vested interest in. In a way that made me think she might be someone worth talking to. Luckily the information my sister had left behind was enough that it helped me find her.
I showed up unannounced. Partly because I was worried about someone listening in on phone calls or reading e-mails if I tried to contact her and arrange a meeting. Partly because I really didn't know how to fit what I wanted to talk about into a phonecall or a whatsapp.
But just as with my sisters ex girlfriend and her associate who I met with, when I showed up at her door there was a look of recognition in her eyes. And almost as soon as I'd begun to introduce myself she nodded as if this was something she'd been preparing for for some time.
"The sister" she said. And then she invited me in.
I asked her if we'd met before, knowing we hadn't. Knowing how she knew who I was but wanting to hear it from her I guess. And sure enough she said that she'd been told to expect me by Emily.
I was starting to get sick of the feeling that my sister predicted everything I was going to do before I did it. But I have bigger worries than my hurt feelings right now
Heather looked to be in her twenties but there was something in her eyes that made her seem older. Does that make sense? It was like her eyes were older than the rest of her. She had marks on her wrists that I tried not to stare at. I can't say she made me feel welcome exactly but she didn't turn me away either. I got the feeling she'd been expecting this visit for a while
I explained how I was trying to find my sister. That I had reason to believe she had known her. She laughed at that. I asked her what was so funny.
"Knew her?
No one "Knew" her. Doesn't matter how close you got...and I got intimately close...it's always just more of the same. Lies and bullshit and manipulation"
I asked her if something had happened between them. Another mocking laugh. She fetched a bottle of scotch and two glasses. Asked me if I knew much about "What my sister did". I figured telling the truth was the only way I'd get the truth back. So I told her about the papers I'd found. From what I knew from reading them I got the feeling she'd believe me about them. She'd travelled in similar circles to my sister and The Foundation.
She asked if I believed what was in the papers. I told her that I really didn't know how much I could believe of anything right now. She seemed to like that answer as she poured me a drink.
She said that my sister used to come to her for help with things. "Fact finding" sometimes. Sometimes she'd point her towards something she wanted looked into and pay her a good chunk of cash to find what she could and report back to her. She never knew where the money was coming from. Never asked my sister how she'd come by so much.
"Figured she would have lied to me if I had asked her. So I didn't ask"
And that was the last time she'd seen my sister. Working a case for her. She offered to tell me about it though she told me upfront that this "Isn't some "Once Upon a Time" deal...no happy ending here"
I told her I wanted to hear it
As I did with the other lead I met with I secretly recorded everything. And as in that case I'm going to share what Heather told me here, transcribed almost word for word from it. Place names and full names have been either altered or redacted completely. It's just not safe otherwise. I've also deleted any unimportant interruptions from myself when transcribing this.
***
The case was typical of the kind of thing she asked me to look into for her.
This kid...I say kid, he was about twenty two or so...he was named Peter L.
He had gone missing. Little town named (REDACTED) where it happened. You wouldn't have seen it on the news. Hell, if you lived there you wouldn't have seen it in the news. See that's the first thing I found out when I started looking into this for your sister. No one in the town wanted to draw attention to the fact he was missing.
I sat down with his mother. I felt like I was talking to a robot made of meat.
I spoke with his friends. They might as well have been talking about a sales clerk they waved to now and then for all the emotion they showed about the guy. Felt like I was wasting my time honestly. But I was getting paid good money to look into this. And I guess you could say I'm naturally curious. So I kept digging. And that's how I wound up talking to a cute little thing named Sara.
Sara had been dating a friend of Peter's on and off, some girl named Jane or Joan or Jolene or something. She and Peter had struck up a brothesister thing I guess. She obviously liked him and felt sorry for him and felt protective of him. And she told me how he'd been through a bad break up around the time he went missing. His girlfriend had dumped him by text so that sucked. And things hadn't been great before he got his little Dear John by text either.
She told me that I should "Talk to Mark" who was another friend of theirs. Or more a friend of his was how she made it seem. She gave me the impression that he wasn't someone she thought much of. I asked her if Mark had any idea what might have happened to Peter and she looked at me for a bit like she wasn't sure if she could trust me. Then she said something like "Maybe he'll tell you what he won't tell the rest of us" or some shit like that.
I asked her what she meant by it and she got evasive. She said that Mark had been the last person to see Peter alive. I asked her how she knew that and she gave me some vague non-answer. I pushed her on it. Gently. I could tell coming on like a hard-ass would get me jack-shit so I eased her into it. Your sister, she used to call it "Cracking the safe". You can't just hammer away at it. You use a gentle touch. You listen. And that motherfucker swings right on open and you can plunder its secrets.
Cracking Sara wasn't difficult. She'd had a couple drinks by now and it was obvious this was something she wanted to talk about. Most secrets are, honestly. People think solving a "Mystery" is so damn difficult. Think you've got to be Columbo or something. Truth is, most people with secrets are desperate to tell them. Burns in their heads. Itches in their brains.
Sara told me that Mark had been with Peter when he vanished. Not "With him with him" she said, they were just friends. But they'd been out drinking together, Peter drowning his sorrows. And something had happened. Something real bad had happened because she'd got a call from Mark at four AM to come pick him up from the middle of the fucking woods. His clothing had been torn. There'd been something on his clothes. Not blood but something. Looked like oil and stank like rotting fish, that's what Sara said.
Now at the time she hadn't even been thinking about Peter, she'd just asked Mark what the hell had happened and if he was okay. Mark had been babbling something about how they had to "Get away, get far away" and he was saying things that didn't make any damn sense. Something about a fountain? A statue? Or statues, maybe. She definitely heard him say the words "They got him" more than once. She figured he was on something.
But then later when it turned out Peter had gone missing and the cops were putting the timeline of events together, that's when she realised that night she picked Mark up from the woods, that was the night Peter went missing. And the last place he could be placed was at the bar with Mark. Now Mark, he tells the cops that he and Peter just went their seperate ways. He doesn't say a word about whatever happened that ended with him in those woods, scared out of his goddamn mind.
Mark's the one I've gotta lean on. So I used what your sister liked to call "Leverage".
First thing I did was steal his car.
Don't give me that shitty look. You wanna hear this story or not? So yeah, I stole his car. Parked it up somewhere in town. With enough cocain in the trunk to get Marky boy in a whole lot of trouble. Which is what I tell him when I confront him after taking care of that little bit of business. And explain to him that he's got two choices. He can tell me what happened to Peter and convince me it's the truth and I'll tell him where his cars parked. We go pick it up, the cocaine disappears. Or he can say no or try to bullshit me. And the cops get an "Annonymous tip" telling them where the car is and to check the trunk. And he can explain why he's got more blow on him than Johnny Depp's ex has unexplained bruises
He agrees. They usually do. But he also tells me right away that I'm "Not going to believe him".
He tells me what happened to Peter was "Fucking crazy" . Crazy is nothing new.
He told me that Peter was a "Mess" after the break up. A mess of self pity. "Why did she leave me why won't she love me blah blah blah...."...
"He needed cheering up", that's what he says. I ask him what exactly he means by that though I already have a pretty good idea. Two drunk college age dudes, one of them pissed off and miserable after a break up? Didn't take Sherlock Holmes to guess where this was going. And his awkward silence made the answer even clearer.
He took him to a brothel.
I wouldn't have figured a town like this to have had anything that interesting. But apparently there were local rumours about a place out in the woods.
So he told me there was this old house, built back before the civil war. Supposed to be abandoned but word is that a bunch of people came in, took it over.
"Turned it into a place you can go to...you know..." was what Mark here told me awkwardly his meaning clear. A place that was supposed to be mind blowing in the kind of "Services" it had to offer. Once in a lifetime experience kind of mindblowing.
It didn't take much convincing to talk Peter into checking it out with him. It doesn't take much to get someone horny and lonely to do something with the promise of sex. Add alcohol to the mix?
So off they went into the woods. I was thinking of a lot of ways things might have gone down from there. Ranging from the outlandish to the mundane. But even with all the shit I've seen, working with your sister and before that? I didn't predict what happened next.
They found the house out in the woods. Mark said it was "All lit up" but that the lights looked "Wrong". He couldn't put his finger on it but there was something "Off" with them. He was having second thoughts but he didn't want to back out now. Scared of looking like "A pussy" in his own oh-so charming words. He said Peter looked like he was having second thoughts too but he really wanted me to know he "Didn't pressure him into anything". That told me that he had. The shame was coming off him like stink at a crowded zoo.
The house was "Big" and "Old". Had a real fucking way with words this guy Mark did, as you can tell. He said it looked "Odd" to him as well. Not how you'd expect a cathouse to look I guess. He said the whole place looked like it could have been yanked out of a horror movie. They made the way up this pathway all lit with candles. The area around the house had all been cleared out, trees cut down, space made. There was a massive fountain, old but still in working order. Two girls were perched near it. Looked about his and Peter's age, dressed in black with "These silver masks" over their faces.
They were pretty damn pretty, too. Mark said that his own second thoughts were fading rapidly at this point with "The way they smiled at him". They made their way up to the door. There was a man waiting there, neatly dressed and with a silver mask over the top halp of his face like the one the women outside were wearing. Mark said he figured it to be "Some kind of Eyes Wide Shut bullshit" and didn't worry too much about it. Figured it was either a kink or for annonymity or both.
The man asked them what they were looking for. Mark tried to be cagey with his answer. But he said that the man ignored him. He just looked right at Peter. It was like he wasn't there at all. And he repeated his question and he said each word very deliberately.
"What are you looking for?"
Mark said that Peter had spent most of the night before that mumbly, incoherent and vague. Numbed by heartbreak and booze he'd barely been able to string a sentence together. But in that moment something seemed to "Come over him".
He said he seemed to be sober again and not just sober but more focused.
And he said he could remember Peter's words because they were some of the last words he ever heard Peter get a chance to say.
He said he "Just wanted to stop feeling like this"
The man on the door smiled and nooded and said that the house would be happy to accomodate them. And they were allowed in without anything more than that. No money changing hands. Peter's answer seemed to be all the guy needed to hear to let them in.
The house was beautiful when they entered it. Soft easy listening music playing from somewhere. Plush couches of red and black. A colour scheme of golds and reds and whites and golden statues of beautiful women posed in enticing ways. Erotic art upon the walls and perched on the chairs and a few other flat surfaces were the women. Beautiful women in white lingerie and those silver masks. Mark made the place sound like a high end strip club crossed with a Greek temple.
And then there was the woman who came down the steps in front of them to "Greet" them.
She was tall and dressed in this black and red gown. "Elegant" that was the word Mark had for it. Said it was like the house. Looked lke it had been transplanted straight here from another time and place. And on her face she was wearing a mask. Golden for the most part but painted red and black like her dress around the eyes and down the cheeks. I made sure to get a good description of the mask as soon as he mentioned it.
Oh, why? Shit, why else? Because your sister told me to. It's one of the things she told me to look out for. She always did with these jobs. I got these little lists. Like a serial murder scavenger hunt. Things to look out for. Things to take special note of if they came up. Masks were one of them. One of the ones that came up most often. Masks and those goddamn books.
Anyway.
This woman comes down the stairs, regal as anything. The women, they all crowd around her. And they start this dance. Dancing around her as she stands there, looking at each of them in turn. The whole thing is like some kind of weird fuckin' horny may day celebration as they're stood there. These two horny idiots with raging hard ons, wondering if they just walked into a low budget David Lynch knock-off as theis woman in this weird carnival mask sizes them up. Mark said that he actually laughed at first. Couldn't stop himself from snickering at what he was seeing.
And then she looked at him.
He said it was like someone had put hot wax in his eyes. There was this agony, this pain that he couldn't do anything about. Couldn't scream, couldn't cry out. And it felt like it went on forever and was over in a second all at once. He said that he couldn't explain it without you experiencing it. And he didn't feel like laughing anymore. He felt scared but more than that he fellt something else. It was like all the energy drained out of his body, like he was even more wasted than he actually was. He felt good in a way he hadn't felt before and as bad as the pain had been it didn't seem important to him anymore.
She told him to be quiet. And he just nodded.
She moved around them. He said she "Undulated". Big fuckin' word for a small fuckin' man like this. But that's what he said it was like. He said it was like she knew just how to move her body. Brushing up against them. Her hands stroking and teasing and caressing in all the right ways that felt real nice. She was always just close enough when she needed to be and pulled away before they got to like it too much. And the whole time she spoke to them.
Spoke about pleasure. About fulfillment. And something about "Never feeling unhappy again". He said he remembers how she draped herself around Peter when she said that part. Clumsily, almost. Needily.
And she asked him if he'd like to never feel unhappy again.
"Just pleasure. Just sensation. Just ecstasy. Forever"
She hissed those words through the mask. "Hissed" that was the way Mark put it. He said her voice was "Odd". He couldn't put his finger on what it was that stood out most. She didn't seem to have an accent. She didn't pronounce words weirdy. She didn't seem angry or upset. But there was something "Odd" about the way she spoke.
I asked him if he could think what it was that was so odd about it. After a little hesitation he said she "Sounded like she was speaking over the phone". He said: "It was like those old sex lines. Those cheap shitty ones where half the time you got some pre-recorded bullshit"
It felt strange to him though. Not erotic. Not playful. It felt like something was worming into his ear.
Mark was getting more and more wasted by this point in his little tale. I took the bottle away from him and I told him to straight up that if he was feeding me a line of bullshit, he'd have a fuck-ton of coke to explain to the authorities. He took one last swallow from the glass he had in front of him, nodded his head and told me that what he was gonna tell me would sound just as weird sober as it would drunk.
The woman nodded to some of the girls and they started draping themselves around him. Running their hands over him. Caressing him, touching him. Sometimes it felt like there were more hands than there were women. Two more led Peter up the stairs. He said that he was "Worried about him, sure. But he seemed fine". Want to know what I think? I think he was thinking with his dick and didn't think much at that point
The girls led him back to this room. He said the place looked expensive. Elegant. Laid him back on this big four poster bed. And each time they touched him he said it "Felt good". Said that it was like their touch was doing something to him. And at first it felt really damn good.
Until it didn't
He said he started "Seeing things". I asked him what he meant by that and he said at first it was like he was seeing "Fantasies". Fantasies hed had of himself with women. Famous women, women he knew, hell even fictional women. Except it wasn't like they weren't just in his head anymore it was like he was seeing them happen. Like a lucid dream or like a movie playing in his brain. And it was weird but at first he was into it. The fantasies were all of a sexual nature as you could probably guess. And he didn't know how this was happening but it felt good and that was all he cared about.
But then the fantasies started changing, I asked him what they were changing into. He got quiet for a long time and then just said that they weren't things he wanted to see anymore. And that the way he felt was changing as well. He said he felt hot and sickly like he had a fever. Like his body was burning up inside. And he couldn't move as they kissed him, touched him...all while he saw these things.
His hands were shaking as he tried to talk about it. I don't know what the fuck he saw in that room while they were doing this to him but it had damaged this guy. He had this look in his eyes like my old man used to get when something triggered his PTSD. Like he was back there in that room and he was seeing it all over again. He told me that he tried to tell them to stop but his mouth wouldn't work. His body felt heavy and numb. Maybe they drugged him. Maybe it was something else. Given what he told me next my money is on something else.
He managed to get up on his feet. He didn't know if it was willpower or if maybe they just weren't too concerned about keeping him there anymore. His head was swimming. Every time he closed his eyes he "Saw things". Things he didn't want to see. He tried not to blink so he wouldn't have to see them again. He called out for Peter as he left that bedroom and started making his way shakily through the house.
At first he thought he was still hallucinating. He thought he had to be.
He said the floors and walls were soaked in blood. Three of the girls, the ones in the silver masks, they were dancing around one of the golden statues. Except the statue was moving. That's what he said. The statue was moving and it was holding a man in its own golden hands. Holding him and pulling him apart slowly. The girls were dancing around it as the blood spattered across them, laughing with gleee. This old song was playing through the house. Some of them were singing along to it. Some of the golden statues were dancing to it as well.
At this point I asked him if he meant the statues were actually people. You know, like those "Living statue" dicks you see sometimes doing street theatre or whatever? But no. He said they were statues. But they were moving. And the way they were moving was "Wrong". It was like they were more liquid than solid. Or like a snake. Their bodies twisted and contorted in ways they shouldn't have been able to.
And all the while that song coming from the walls all around. "You always hurt the one you love..."
The man was sobbing and choking. Choking on his own blood it sounded like. There were marks on the floor and walls. And the walls were...seething. Shifting. Moving.
He ran out into the courtyard. The fountain was full of blood. Blood jetting up into the air. Blood where there used to be water. Two of the girls were playing in it, splashing at each other, laughing. But the laughter "Didn't sound like real laughter". I asked him what he meant by that and he said it was like the voice of the woman in the golden mask. It sounded artificial. Or filtered. Like it was coming through speakers or a voice changer or something. The whole house was lit up now. Lit up and that music blaring from within.
"You always hurt the one you love.."
He sang it to himself as he said it. It was like he was still back there. He poured himself another drink and I didn't stop him this time.
He was halfway back to the car when he decided he couldn't leave Peter back there. He turned and ran back. The girls didn't seem to be paying him much attention. The ones in the fountain...one had cupped her hands, scooping some of the blood up and she was feeding it to the other girl. She was lapping at it like a cat with a saucer of milk.
The girls in the entrance hall were painting something on the floor in the blood. Markings. Sigils. Letters or what looked a bit like letters. I didn't bother to ask him to describe them. From what little he said it told me it was probably the Ceto Alphabet. It's a name the Foundation gave to a kind of shared language they found. A lot of what they run into uses it. A lot of what your sister dealt with used it. As far as she knew they never did figure out where it came from. The first recorded use of it they had access to was a book by a dead French occultist named Dubois but it's a lot older than that.
The golden statues were roaming the halls. He saw one dart into a room and pretty soon after he heard screaming coming from it. Another was crouched down on the floor like a serpent, its body gliding across it. It looked up at him and he said that it looked like it smiled. It smiled and it darted towards him and he took off running. He was screaming Peter's name as he ran up the stairs, screaming for him to answer, to tell him he's okay.
He tried a few of the doors but most of them were locked. He saw one hanging open toward the end of the hall and he ran for it. He heard a noise from behind him. One of those golden things had dropped from the ceiling and landed on a man who had staggered out of one of the locked rooms by the look of him. He looked "Malnourished". Skin and bone. He crumpled beneath it as it landed on him and started just pulling him apart.
He made it to the door at the end of the hall. And there, laid out on the bed, was Peter.
He didn't look hurt or even restrained. He was just laying there, a blissed out smile on his face. He ran over to him, shook him. Told him they had to go, they had to get to the car and just go. Get as far from here as they could. Peter was just mumbling that song to himself, the one that was playing all through the house. And then another voice joined in.
A soft static hiss of a voice.
The woman in the golden mask was stood in the doorway between them and freedom. Two of those golden statues had joined her as well. These beautiful naked golden women with skin like shining oil and rubies for eyes. The woman in the mask motioned towards Mark and the statues just moved like fire racing across an oil soaked floor. They were on him in a moment, holding him down.
Forcing him to his knees. Forcing him to watch.
The woman in the mask sat beside Peter on the bed. Her voice was hissing away. She was talking about...he could barely focus. About pleasure. About hunger. About need. He remembered her saying something like "It gives so much. But it takes so much more. And it's always hungry". There were long thin red lines streaking down from the black eye holes of the mask. Tears of blood trickling down the cheeks of that golden mask with its cruel smile.
The woman in the golden mask put her hands up to it and tugged it away. There was this noise. He described it "Like that sound you get when you sit on a leather couch on a hot day and your skin kind of...sticks to it. The sound you get when you have to get up off it". As the mask came loose he saw what was underneath it.
The back of the mask...there these things trailing out of it. These long black things. Liked spiked tendrils made of black ink. Like the tentacles of some kind of fucked up cross between an insect and an octopus. The tendrils had been buried into the womans head. As she took the mask off he saw her head it was just...hollowed out. That's how he put it. Like someone had scooped her face and the muscle and bone underneath out. Just left a gaping bloody hole in its place. The tendrils some of them were still lodged inside her head. She tugged them loose and held the thing aloft, this gleaming gold mask with these squirming and twitching roots hanging from it.
"The mask spoke".
That's what he told me. This woman might not have had a face or even much of a skull underneath that thing but she was still alive, still holding it up into the air. And the mask was speaking. I asked him what it said. He told me it said "I want to wear him".
The woman lowered the mask over Peter's face. He could see those tendrils start to burrow in. Sinking into the skin of his face, squirming into his mouth and eyes and up his nostrils. The whole time Peter was just laying there, singing that song until the tendrils choked the words off. And then when the mask was fixed over his face was when he started making these noises. Like muffled screaming. His body started convulsing.
Mark said he couldn't remember if he got free or if the golden women had just let him go during all this. He just knows he was able to slip their grasp and make a break for it. He remembers one of them came at him as he ran for the door. He grabbed this heavy looking metal ornament off the table by the door and just swung at them with it. Their head cracked and dented inward and this liquid sprayed over him. Something that felt like grease stank like sewage.
He ran. He ran and this time he didn't stop. Didn't bother to go for the car. Just ran. After a while he realised he was lost. He found his phone. He called Sara because she was the only other person he knew with a car who he could think of who'd help him. He was out of his mind with fear and everything still felt hazy and wrong but he had the sense to know there was no way in fuck he could call the cops. Not unless he wanted to spend the rest of his life in a padded cell.
And that was it. He left Peter to die. At least, he said, he hoped to god that Peter was dead. He didn't want to think about the alternatives. When he was home he thought about changing his mind about the cops. But he couldn't do it. He didn't know how to tell them about what had happened, that's what he said.
He went back for the car a few days later. He said where it was parked up is "All fenced off now".
I went to check it out after Mark and I were done with our business. He told the truth about that much at least. There's a whole section of the woods fenced off with signs saying it's private land owned by "Paradise Properties". Wasn't hard to cut through the fence.
There's a house out there sure enough. It's falling apart but there's a house. Even has a fountain like the one he described though it's not full of blood or anything much besides rainwater and weeds.
Occams razor would say that what happened isn't hard to figure out. Mark already admitted they were seeing things. So he and his buddy went to a shady-ass brothel where they got high on something. Mark hallucinated a whole lot of insane shit. And maybe he killed Peter. Or maybe Peter got himself killed some other way. Two drunk idiots out in the middle of nowhere at a cathouse in the woods? Not hard to see the shit-ton of ways that could end badly.
Doesn't explain where Peter's body is of course. But then I wasn't actually being paid to solve that disappearance. Just "Look into it".
I gave her my report. She took care of Mark and then...
***
It was at this point I interrupted her account of events. I asked her what "Took care of" meant. I really didn't like the way she'd said it.
She looked at me for a few moments. And then she just asked me "What is it you think your sister DID for a job?"
I told her that truthfully I had no idea. She was quiet for a bit and then just said that Mark was "A problem that got handled. He'd been touched by that place just like Peter was. Just trust me that everything got sorted out"
I asked her what that place was. She told me that she'd been able to dig up a little bit about that property out in the woods. Apparently it had been a brothel of sorts. Though this had been nearly a hundred years ago. The woman who ran it had made accusations against the son of the local sherriff. It had all been swept under the rug. Then there had been a fire. Twenty six people dead, including the woman who had made the accusations.
"No one gave a shit. Small town america. What do they care about a bunch of dead whores, right?"
After that it had stood empty. Though sometime in the late eighties that was when rumours about someone setting up shop out there in the woods had started to circulate.
I told her that I didn't mean I wanted a history lesson. I wanted to know what that place ACTUALLY was. What that mask was.
She looked at me for a moment and then snorted with laughter.
"No you don't.
Not really. And even if you do, I'm not the one to tell you"
She told me that she didn't know where my sister was. But that she could do me the next best thing. That last case she'd worked for her, she'd had another associate with her. A woman named Maria.
"Got a lot of history with that name. But she seems a lot better than the one I knew. A lot better than your sister too, if you want my honest opinion"
I asked her if she knew how I could get in touch with her.
As it turns out? She knew EXACTLY how I could find her.
So that's where I am now. On my way to see Maria F. The woman who keeps showing up in my sisters notes. The woman who was hip deep in all this with her and her other "Agents".
Here goes nothing.
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It's been a long and strange few weeks
Sleeping in motel rooms and Air B&B's. No real contact with family or friends other than brief messages so they know I'm not dead. I am pretty sure they think I've gone nuts. Maybe I have. I think I'd prefer that honestly. If I'm crazy then none of this is real.
I've been trying to track down leads using the notes my sister left. Find people who might know something or be able to help. That's what led me to someone who I'll just call Heather L. here.
Heather is someone who showed up in quite a few of the notes I've been able to find, sorting through the mess of papers my sister left me as a weird little inheritance. Someone who my sister seemed to have a vested interest in. In a way that made me think she might be someone worth talking to. Luckily the information my sister had left behind was enough that it helped me find her.
I showed up unannounced. Partly because I was worried about someone listening in on phone calls or reading e-mails if I tried to contact her and arrange a meeting. Partly because I really didn't know how to fit what I wanted to talk about into a phonecall or a whatsapp.
But just as with my sisters ex girlfriend and her associate who I met with, when I showed up at her door there was a look of recognition in her eyes. And almost as soon as I'd begun to introduce myself she nodded as if this was something she'd been preparing for for some time.
"The sister" she said. And then she invited me in.
I asked her if we'd met before, knowing we hadn't. Knowing how she knew who I was but wanting to hear it from her I guess. And sure enough she said that she'd been told to expect me by Emily.
I was starting to get sick of the feeling that my sister predicted everything I was going to do before I did it. But I have bigger worries than my hurt feelings right now
Heather looked to be in her twenties but there was something in her eyes that made her seem older. Does that make sense? It was like her eyes were older than the rest of her. She had marks on her wrists that I tried not to stare at. I can't say she made me feel welcome exactly but she didn't turn me away either. I got the feeling she'd been expecting this visit for a while
I explained how I was trying to find my sister. That I had reason to believe she had known her. She laughed at that. I asked her what was so funny.
"Knew her?
No one "Knew" her. Doesn't matter how close you got...and I got intimately close...it's always just more of the same. Lies and bullshit and manipulation"
I asked her if something had happened between them. Another mocking laugh. She fetched a bottle of scotch and two glasses. Asked me if I knew much about "What my sister did". I figured telling the truth was the only way I'd get the truth back. So I told her about the papers I'd found. From what I knew from reading them I got the feeling she'd believe me about them. She'd travelled in similar circles to my sister and The Foundation.
She asked if I believed what was in the papers. I told her that I really didn't know how much I could believe of anything right now. She seemed to like that answer as she poured me a drink.
She said that my sister used to come to her for help with things. "Fact finding" sometimes. Sometimes she'd point her towards something she wanted looked into and pay her a good chunk of cash to find what she could and report back to her. She never knew where the money was coming from. Never asked my sister how she'd come by so much.
"Figured she would have lied to me if I had asked her. So I didn't ask"
And that was the last time she'd seen my sister. Working a case for her. She offered to tell me about it though she told me upfront that this "Isn't some "Once Upon a Time" deal...no happy ending here"
I told her I wanted to hear it
As I did with the other lead I met with I secretly recorded everything. And as in that case I'm going to share what Heather told me here, transcribed almost word for word from it. Place names and full names have been either altered or redacted completely. It's just not safe otherwise. I've also deleted any unimportant interruptions from myself when transcribing this.
***
The case was typical of the kind of thing she asked me to look into for her.
This kid...I say kid, he was about twenty two or so...he was named Peter L.
He had gone missing. Little town named (REDACTED) where it happened. You wouldn't have seen it on the news. Hell, if you lived there you wouldn't have seen it in the news. See that's the first thing I found out when I started looking into this for your sister. No one in the town wanted to draw attention to the fact he was missing.
I sat down with his mother. I felt like I was talking to a robot made of meat.
I spoke with his friends. They might as well have been talking about a sales clerk they waved to now and then for all the emotion they showed about the guy. Felt like I was wasting my time honestly. But I was getting paid good money to look into this. And I guess you could say I'm naturally curious. So I kept digging. And that's how I wound up talking to a cute little thing named Sara.
Sara had been dating a friend of Peter's on and off, some girl named Jane or Joan or Jolene or something. She and Peter had struck up a brothesister thing I guess. She obviously liked him and felt sorry for him and felt protective of him. And she told me how he'd been through a bad break up around the time he went missing. His girlfriend had dumped him by text so that sucked. And things hadn't been great before he got his little Dear John by text either.
She told me that I should "Talk to Mark" who was another friend of theirs. Or more a friend of his was how she made it seem. She gave me the impression that he wasn't someone she thought much of. I asked her if Mark had any idea what might have happened to Peter and she looked at me for a bit like she wasn't sure if she could trust me. Then she said something like "Maybe he'll tell you what he won't tell the rest of us" or some shit like that.
I asked her what she meant by it and she got evasive. She said that Mark had been the last person to see Peter alive. I asked her how she knew that and she gave me some vague non-answer. I pushed her on it. Gently. I could tell coming on like a hard-ass would get me jack-shit so I eased her into it. Your sister, she used to call it "Cracking the safe". You can't just hammer away at it. You use a gentle touch. You listen. And that motherfucker swings right on open and you can plunder its secrets.
Cracking Sara wasn't difficult. She'd had a couple drinks by now and it was obvious this was something she wanted to talk about. Most secrets are, honestly. People think solving a "Mystery" is so damn difficult. Think you've got to be Columbo or something. Truth is, most people with secrets are desperate to tell them. Burns in their heads. Itches in their brains.
Sara told me that Mark had been with Peter when he vanished. Not "With him with him" she said, they were just friends. But they'd been out drinking together, Peter drowning his sorrows. And something had happened. Something real bad had happened because she'd got a call from Mark at four AM to come pick him up from the middle of the fucking woods. His clothing had been torn. There'd been something on his clothes. Not blood but something. Looked like oil and stank like rotting fish, that's what Sara said.
Now at the time she hadn't even been thinking about Peter, she'd just asked Mark what the hell had happened and if he was okay. Mark had been babbling something about how they had to "Get away, get far away" and he was saying things that didn't make any damn sense. Something about a fountain? A statue? Or statues, maybe. She definitely heard him say the words "They got him" more than once. She figured he was on something.
But then later when it turned out Peter had gone missing and the cops were putting the timeline of events together, that's when she realised that night she picked Mark up from the woods, that was the night Peter went missing. And the last place he could be placed was at the bar with Mark. Now Mark, he tells the cops that he and Peter just went their seperate ways. He doesn't say a word about whatever happened that ended with him in those woods, scared out of his goddamn mind.
Mark's the one I've gotta lean on. So I used what your sister liked to call "Leverage".
First thing I did was steal his car.
Don't give me that shitty look. You wanna hear this story or not? So yeah, I stole his car. Parked it up somewhere in town. With enough cocain in the trunk to get Marky boy in a whole lot of trouble. Which is what I tell him when I confront him after taking care of that little bit of business. And explain to him that he's got two choices. He can tell me what happened to Peter and convince me it's the truth and I'll tell him where his cars parked. We go pick it up, the cocaine disappears. Or he can say no or try to bullshit me. And the cops get an "Annonymous tip" telling them where the car is and to check the trunk. And he can explain why he's got more blow on him than Johnny Depp's ex has unexplained bruises
He agrees. They usually do. But he also tells me right away that I'm "Not going to believe him".
He tells me what happened to Peter was "Fucking crazy" . Crazy is nothing new.
He told me that Peter was a "Mess" after the break up. A mess of self pity. "Why did she leave me why won't she love me blah blah blah...."...
"He needed cheering up", that's what he says. I ask him what exactly he means by that though I already have a pretty good idea. Two drunk college age dudes, one of them pissed off and miserable after a break up? Didn't take Sherlock Holmes to guess where this was going. And his awkward silence made the answer even clearer.
He took him to a brothel.
I wouldn't have figured a town like this to have had anything that interesting. But apparently there were local rumours about a place out in the woods.
So he told me there was this old house, built back before the civil war. Supposed to be abandoned but word is that a bunch of people came in, took it over.
"Turned it into a place you can go to...you know..." was what Mark here told me awkwardly his meaning clear. A place that was supposed to be mind blowing in the kind of "Services" it had to offer. Once in a lifetime experience kind of mindblowing.
It didn't take much convincing to talk Peter into checking it out with him. It doesn't take much to get someone horny and lonely to do something with the promise of sex. Add alcohol to the mix?
So off they went into the woods. I was thinking of a lot of ways things might have gone down from there. Ranging from the outlandish to the mundane. But even with all the shit I've seen, working with your sister and before that? I didn't predict what happened next.
They found the house out in the woods. Mark said it was "All lit up" but that the lights looked "Wrong". He couldn't put his finger on it but there was something "Off" with them. He was having second thoughts but he didn't want to back out now. Scared of looking like "A pussy" in his own oh-so charming words. He said Peter looked like he was having second thoughts too but he really wanted me to know he "Didn't pressure him into anything". That told me that he had. The shame was coming off him like stink at a crowded zoo.
The house was "Big" and "Old". Had a real fucking way with words this guy Mark did, as you can tell. He said it looked "Odd" to him as well. Not how you'd expect a cathouse to look I guess. He said the whole place looked like it could have been yanked out of a horror movie. They made the way up this pathway all lit with candles. The area around the house had all been cleared out, trees cut down, space made. There was a massive fountain, old but still in working order. Two girls were perched near it. Looked about his and Peter's age, dressed in black with "These silver masks" over their faces.
They were pretty damn pretty, too. Mark said that his own second thoughts were fading rapidly at this point with "The way they smiled at him". They made their way up to the door. There was a man waiting there, neatly dressed and with a silver mask over the top halp of his face like the one the women outside were wearing. Mark said he figured it to be "Some kind of Eyes Wide Shut bullshit" and didn't worry too much about it. Figured it was either a kink or for annonymity or both.
The man asked them what they were looking for. Mark tried to be cagey with his answer. But he said that the man ignored him. He just looked right at Peter. It was like he wasn't there at all. And he repeated his question and he said each word very deliberately.
"What are you looking for?"
Mark said that Peter had spent most of the night before that mumbly, incoherent and vague. Numbed by heartbreak and booze he'd barely been able to string a sentence together. But in that moment something seemed to "Come over him".
He said he seemed to be sober again and not just sober but more focused.
And he said he could remember Peter's words because they were some of the last words he ever heard Peter get a chance to say.
He said he "Just wanted to stop feeling like this"
The man on the door smiled and nooded and said that the house would be happy to accomodate them. And they were allowed in without anything more than that. No money changing hands. Peter's answer seemed to be all the guy needed to hear to let them in.
The house was beautiful when they entered it. Soft easy listening music playing from somewhere. Plush couches of red and black. A colour scheme of golds and reds and whites and golden statues of beautiful women posed in enticing ways. Erotic art upon the walls and perched on the chairs and a few other flat surfaces were the women. Beautiful women in white lingerie and those silver masks. Mark made the place sound like a high end strip club crossed with a Greek temple.
And then there was the woman who came down the steps in front of them to "Greet" them.
She was tall and dressed in this black and red gown. "Elegant" that was the word Mark had for it. Said it was like the house. Looked lke it had been transplanted straight here from another time and place. And on her face she was wearing a mask. Golden for the most part but painted red and black like her dress around the eyes and down the cheeks. I made sure to get a good description of the mask as soon as he mentioned it.
Oh, why? Shit, why else? Because your sister told me to. It's one of the things she told me to look out for. She always did with these jobs. I got these little lists. Like a serial murder scavenger hunt. Things to look out for. Things to take special note of if they came up. Masks were one of them. One of the ones that came up most often. Masks and those goddamn books.
Anyway.
This woman comes down the stairs, regal as anything. The women, they all crowd around her. And they start this dance. Dancing around her as she stands there, looking at each of them in turn. The whole thing is like some kind of weird fuckin' horny may day celebration as they're stood there. These two horny idiots with raging hard ons, wondering if they just walked into a low budget David Lynch knock-off as theis woman in this weird carnival mask sizes them up. Mark said that he actually laughed at first. Couldn't stop himself from snickering at what he was seeing.
And then she looked at him.
He said it was like someone had put hot wax in his eyes. There was this agony, this pain that he couldn't do anything about. Couldn't scream, couldn't cry out. And it felt like it went on forever and was over in a second all at once. He said that he couldn't explain it without you experiencing it. And he didn't feel like laughing anymore. He felt scared but more than that he fellt something else. It was like all the energy drained out of his body, like he was even more wasted than he actually was. He felt good in a way he hadn't felt before and as bad as the pain had been it didn't seem important to him anymore.
She told him to be quiet. And he just nodded.
She moved around them. He said she "Undulated". Big fuckin' word for a small fuckin' man like this. But that's what he said it was like. He said it was like she knew just how to move her body. Brushing up against them. Her hands stroking and teasing and caressing in all the right ways that felt real nice. She was always just close enough when she needed to be and pulled away before they got to like it too much. And the whole time she spoke to them.
Spoke about pleasure. About fulfillment. And something about "Never feeling unhappy again". He said he remembers how she draped herself around Peter when she said that part. Clumsily, almost. Needily.
And she asked him if he'd like to never feel unhappy again.
"Just pleasure. Just sensation. Just ecstasy. Forever"
She hissed those words through the mask. "Hissed" that was the way Mark put it. He said her voice was "Odd". He couldn't put his finger on what it was that stood out most. She didn't seem to have an accent. She didn't pronounce words weirdy. She didn't seem angry or upset. But there was something "Odd" about the way she spoke.
I asked him if he could think what it was that was so odd about it. After a little hesitation he said she "Sounded like she was speaking over the phone". He said: "It was like those old sex lines. Those cheap shitty ones where half the time you got some pre-recorded bullshit"
It felt strange to him though. Not erotic. Not playful. It felt like something was worming into his ear.
Mark was getting more and more wasted by this point in his little tale. I took the bottle away from him and I told him to straight up that if he was feeding me a line of bullshit, he'd have a fuck-ton of coke to explain to the authorities. He took one last swallow from the glass he had in front of him, nodded his head and told me that what he was gonna tell me would sound just as weird sober as it would drunk.
The woman nodded to some of the girls and they started draping themselves around him. Running their hands over him. Caressing him, touching him. Sometimes it felt like there were more hands than there were women. Two more led Peter up the stairs. He said that he was "Worried about him, sure. But he seemed fine". Want to know what I think? I think he was thinking with his dick and didn't think much at that point
The girls led him back to this room. He said the place looked expensive. Elegant. Laid him back on this big four poster bed. And each time they touched him he said it "Felt good". Said that it was like their touch was doing something to him. And at first it felt really damn good.
Until it didn't
He said he started "Seeing things". I asked him what he meant by that and he said at first it was like he was seeing "Fantasies". Fantasies hed had of himself with women. Famous women, women he knew, hell even fictional women. Except it wasn't like they weren't just in his head anymore it was like he was seeing them happen. Like a lucid dream or like a movie playing in his brain. And it was weird but at first he was into it. The fantasies were all of a sexual nature as you could probably guess. And he didn't know how this was happening but it felt good and that was all he cared about.
But then the fantasies started changing, I asked him what they were changing into. He got quiet for a long time and then just said that they weren't things he wanted to see anymore. And that the way he felt was changing as well. He said he felt hot and sickly like he had a fever. Like his body was burning up inside. And he couldn't move as they kissed him, touched him...all while he saw these things.
His hands were shaking as he tried to talk about it. I don't know what the fuck he saw in that room while they were doing this to him but it had damaged this guy. He had this look in his eyes like my old man used to get when something triggered his PTSD. Like he was back there in that room and he was seeing it all over again. He told me that he tried to tell them to stop but his mouth wouldn't work. His body felt heavy and numb. Maybe they drugged him. Maybe it was something else. Given what he told me next my money is on something else.
He managed to get up on his feet. He didn't know if it was willpower or if maybe they just weren't too concerned about keeping him there anymore. His head was swimming. Every time he closed his eyes he "Saw things". Things he didn't want to see. He tried not to blink so he wouldn't have to see them again. He called out for Peter as he left that bedroom and started making his way shakily through the house.
At first he thought he was still hallucinating. He thought he had to be.
He said the floors and walls were soaked in blood. Three of the girls, the ones in the silver masks, they were dancing around one of the golden statues. Except the statue was moving. That's what he said. The statue was moving and it was holding a man in its own golden hands. Holding him and pulling him apart slowly. The girls were dancing around it as the blood spattered across them, laughing with gleee. This old song was playing through the house. Some of them were singing along to it. Some of the golden statues were dancing to it as well.
At this point I asked him if he meant the statues were actually people. You know, like those "Living statue" dicks you see sometimes doing street theatre or whatever? But no. He said they were statues. But they were moving. And the way they were moving was "Wrong". It was like they were more liquid than solid. Or like a snake. Their bodies twisted and contorted in ways they shouldn't have been able to.
And all the while that song coming from the walls all around. "You always hurt the one you love..."
The man was sobbing and choking. Choking on his own blood it sounded like. There were marks on the floor and walls. And the walls were...seething. Shifting. Moving.
He ran out into the courtyard. The fountain was full of blood. Blood jetting up into the air. Blood where there used to be water. Two of the girls were playing in it, splashing at each other, laughing. But the laughter "Didn't sound like real laughter". I asked him what he meant by that and he said it was like the voice of the woman in the golden mask. It sounded artificial. Or filtered. Like it was coming through speakers or a voice changer or something. The whole house was lit up now. Lit up and that music blaring from within.
"You always hurt the one you love.."
He sang it to himself as he said it. It was like he was still back there. He poured himself another drink and I didn't stop him this time.
He was halfway back to the car when he decided he couldn't leave Peter back there. He turned and ran back. The girls didn't seem to be paying him much attention. The ones in the fountain...one had cupped her hands, scooping some of the blood up and she was feeding it to the other girl. She was lapping at it like a cat with a saucer of milk.
The girls in the entrance hall were painting something on the floor in the blood. Markings. Sigils. Letters or what looked a bit like letters. I didn't bother to ask him to describe them. From what little he said it told me it was probably the Ceto Alphabet. It's a name the Foundation gave to a kind of shared language they found. A lot of what they run into uses it. A lot of what your sister dealt with used it. As far as she knew they never did figure out where it came from. The first recorded use of it they had access to was a book by a dead French occultist named Dubois but it's a lot older than that.
The golden statues were roaming the halls. He saw one dart into a room and pretty soon after he heard screaming coming from it. Another was crouched down on the floor like a serpent, its body gliding across it. It looked up at him and he said that it looked like it smiled. It smiled and it darted towards him and he took off running. He was screaming Peter's name as he ran up the stairs, screaming for him to answer, to tell him he's okay.
He tried a few of the doors but most of them were locked. He saw one hanging open toward the end of the hall and he ran for it. He heard a noise from behind him. One of those golden things had dropped from the ceiling and landed on a man who had staggered out of one of the locked rooms by the look of him. He looked "Malnourished". Skin and bone. He crumpled beneath it as it landed on him and started just pulling him apart.
He made it to the door at the end of the hall. And there, laid out on the bed, was Peter.
He didn't look hurt or even restrained. He was just laying there, a blissed out smile on his face. He ran over to him, shook him. Told him they had to go, they had to get to the car and just go. Get as far from here as they could. Peter was just mumbling that song to himself, the one that was playing all through the house. And then another voice joined in.
A soft static hiss of a voice.
The woman in the golden mask was stood in the doorway between them and freedom. Two of those golden statues had joined her as well. These beautiful naked golden women with skin like shining oil and rubies for eyes. The woman in the mask motioned towards Mark and the statues just moved like fire racing across an oil soaked floor. They were on him in a moment, holding him down.
Forcing him to his knees. Forcing him to watch.
The woman in the mask sat beside Peter on the bed. Her voice was hissing away. She was talking about...he could barely focus. About pleasure. About hunger. About need. He remembered her saying something like "It gives so much. But it takes so much more. And it's always hungry". There were long thin red lines streaking down from the black eye holes of the mask. Tears of blood trickling down the cheeks of that golden mask with its cruel smile.
The woman in the golden mask put her hands up to it and tugged it away. There was this noise. He described it "Like that sound you get when you sit on a leather couch on a hot day and your skin kind of...sticks to it. The sound you get when you have to get up off it". As the mask came loose he saw what was underneath it.
The back of the mask...there these things trailing out of it. These long black things. Liked spiked tendrils made of black ink. Like the tentacles of some kind of fucked up cross between an insect and an octopus. The tendrils had been buried into the womans head. As she took the mask off he saw her head it was just...hollowed out. That's how he put it. Like someone had scooped her face and the muscle and bone underneath out. Just left a gaping bloody hole in its place. The tendrils some of them were still lodged inside her head. She tugged them loose and held the thing aloft, this gleaming gold mask with these squirming and twitching roots hanging from it.
"The mask spoke".
That's what he told me. This woman might not have had a face or even much of a skull underneath that thing but she was still alive, still holding it up into the air. And the mask was speaking. I asked him what it said. He told me it said "I want to wear him".
The woman lowered the mask over Peter's face. He could see those tendrils start to burrow in. Sinking into the skin of his face, squirming into his mouth and eyes and up his nostrils. The whole time Peter was just laying there, singing that song until the tendrils choked the words off. And then when the mask was fixed over his face was when he started making these noises. Like muffled screaming. His body started convulsing.
Mark said he couldn't remember if he got free or if the golden women had just let him go during all this. He just knows he was able to slip their grasp and make a break for it. He remembers one of them came at him as he ran for the door. He grabbed this heavy looking metal ornament off the table by the door and just swung at them with it. Their head cracked and dented inward and this liquid sprayed over him. Something that felt like grease stank like sewage.
He ran. He ran and this time he didn't stop. Didn't bother to go for the car. Just ran. After a while he realised he was lost. He found his phone. He called Sara because she was the only other person he knew with a car who he could think of who'd help him. He was out of his mind with fear and everything still felt hazy and wrong but he had the sense to know there was no way in fuck he could call the cops. Not unless he wanted to spend the rest of his life in a padded cell.
And that was it. He left Peter to die. At least, he said, he hoped to god that Peter was dead. He didn't want to think about the alternatives. When he was home he thought about changing his mind about the cops. But he couldn't do it. He didn't know how to tell them about what had happened, that's what he said.
He went back for the car a few days later. He said where it was parked up is "All fenced off now".
I went to check it out after Mark and I were done with our business. He told the truth about that much at least. There's a whole section of the woods fenced off with signs saying it's private land owned by "Paradise Properties". Wasn't hard to cut through the fence.
There's a house out there sure enough. It's falling apart but there's a house. Even has a fountain like the one he described though it's not full of blood or anything much besides rainwater and weeds.
Occams razor would say that what happened isn't hard to figure out. Mark already admitted they were seeing things. So he and his buddy went to a shady-ass brothel where they got high on something. Mark hallucinated a whole lot of insane shit. And maybe he killed Peter. Or maybe Peter got himself killed some other way. Two drunk idiots out in the middle of nowhere at a cathouse in the woods? Not hard to see the shit-ton of ways that could end badly.
Doesn't explain where Peter's body is of course. But then I wasn't actually being paid to solve that disappearance. Just "Look into it".
I gave her my report. She took care of Mark and then...
***
It was at this point I interrupted her account of events. I asked her what "Took care of" meant. I really didn't like the way she'd said it.
She looked at me for a few moments. And then she just asked me "What is it you think your sister DID for a job?"
I told her that truthfully I had no idea. She was quiet for a bit and then just said that Mark was "A problem that got handled. He'd been touched by that place just like Peter was. Just trust me that everything got sorted out"
I asked her what that place was. She told me that she'd been able to dig up a little bit about that property out in the woods. Apparently it had been a brothel of sorts. Though this had been nearly a hundred years ago. The woman who ran it had made accusations against the son of the local sherriff. It had all been swept under the rug. Then there had been a fire. Twenty six people dead, including the woman who had made the accusations.
"No one gave a shit. Small town america. What do they care about a bunch of dead whores, right?"
After that it had stood empty. Though sometime in the late eighties that was when rumours about someone setting up shop out there in the woods had started to circulate.
I told her that I didn't mean I wanted a history lesson. I wanted to know what that place ACTUALLY was. What that mask was.
She looked at me for a moment and then snorted with laughter.
"No you don't.
Not really. And even if you do, I'm not the one to tell you"
She told me that she didn't know where my sister was. But that she could do me the next best thing. That last case she'd worked for her, she'd had another associate with her. A woman named Maria.
"Got a lot of history with that name. But she seems a lot better than the one I knew. A lot better than your sister too, if you want my honest opinion"
I asked her if she knew how I could get in touch with her.
As it turns out? She knew EXACTLY how I could find her.
So that's where I am now. On my way to see Maria F. The woman who keeps showing up in my sisters notes. The woman who was hip deep in all this with her and her other "Agents".
Here goes nothing.
2021.04.17 00:29 itsallalittleblurry A Hot Summer Night
It was a hot May night, and quite a sight, a Revival was in session!
Under a big top round, to a sell-out crowd, The Reverend practiced his profession.
A man of years who’d Done ten years for a swindle in Missouri,
he now wandered free with his coterie as they made the Gospel circuit.
A choir of three had sung off-key, in robes that needed washin’:
Judy and Reed and Miss Emily, they really were a caution.
Pretty, buxom girls with bouncing curls, they all looked quite astoundin’!
In the town of O’Hare, in a cathouse there, was where the Rev had found ‘em.
Two roustabouts, both brutish louts, made up the remainder of the troupe.
The Rev stole them away with better pay from cleaning cages at the zoo.
They played their parts with all their hearts at the end of every sermon.
With halting step and catching breath, those two fake crippled vermin.
In front of the crowd, lamenting loud, a’weepin’ and a’kneelin’,
They’d throw their crutches away, and shout “Hoo-ray!” right after the Good Rev healed ‘em.
A real good show, as these things go, all to the crowd’s elation.
Then pass the plate in rapid state to rake in the donations.
It’d been muggy all day, in a certain way, and folks had begun to fear
Such a Kansas day in the month of May - it was that time of the year.
But the crowd was strong as the night wore on, God would protect his own.
And if the wind did blow, as those things go, at least they wouldn’t die alone.
The Rev thundered on in a great voice strong as their sins he did revile.
In fearful state for repentance’ sake he had ‘em rollin’ in the aisle.
But as he ranted on, the wind grew strong, and all began to worry.
He thought “I’ll just abort, cut this fucker short, ‘fore they begins t’ scurry.”
“An pass the plate at a rapid pace - I better fuckin’ hurry!”
“No healin’s t’day, but that’s ok. I don’t reckon none’ll notice.”
“From what I can tell, they all shittin’ theyselves at what feels like’s comin’ towards us!”
The plates went ‘round and folks dug deep, seeking The Lord’s benevolence.
And they did it quick, to get the hell out of Dodge now their principle preference.
The cash was collected and quickly directed to the cash box behind the altar.
Then the thing occurred with a shouted word that made alls’ courage falter:
“Twister’s touched down on t’ edge o’ town, an’ she’s headin’ thisaway!”
From fearing to burn to more immediate concern, they were in an awful state!
They just wanted to survive the present. Hell’d have to wait!
It was dashing pell-mell, and many fell, just trying to save their ass.
The reverend grabbed the cash box, and ran straight out the back.
The two roadies saw him, and were straight’way on his heels.
He was about to scoot with their share of the loot, and that wasn’t the god-damn deal!
Down the road he strode in running mode with the two of ‘em right behind ‘im.
It was hard to see in the flying debris - if they lost ‘im they’d never find ‘im!
“Stop!!” one yelled like a ringing bell, “you dirty, thievin’ shit!!”
The Rev quit his run, and stopped and spun, to try to see who was it.
“Who ye be?!” he cried in fright, above the wind and whipping trees.
“The Angel Gabriel!!” came back a yell. “Drop that cash, an’ right damn fast, or in Hell is where you’ll be!!”
Fearing for his life, a switchblade knife the Reverend he did free.
“Piss off, Gabe!!” He loudly brayed, or whoever ye may be!!”
“‘Er I’m gonna fuckin’ cut ya, I swear t’ god I’ll gut ya’, if’n you don’t let me be!”
Then he turned to go, and was seen no mo’, ‘least none did never spot ‘im.
Some say he’s still runnin’ now, but others ‘low, as how the twister went an’ got ‘im.
A falling tree took out the roustabouts, so they’ll no more have to worry.
Judy and Reed, and Miss Emily work in a cathouse in Missouri.
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Under a big top round, to a sell-out crowd, The Reverend practiced his profession.
A man of years who’d Done ten years for a swindle in Missouri,
he now wandered free with his coterie as they made the Gospel circuit.
A choir of three had sung off-key, in robes that needed washin’:
Judy and Reed and Miss Emily, they really were a caution.
Pretty, buxom girls with bouncing curls, they all looked quite astoundin’!
In the town of O’Hare, in a cathouse there, was where the Rev had found ‘em.
Two roustabouts, both brutish louts, made up the remainder of the troupe.
The Rev stole them away with better pay from cleaning cages at the zoo.
They played their parts with all their hearts at the end of every sermon.
With halting step and catching breath, those two fake crippled vermin.
In front of the crowd, lamenting loud, a’weepin’ and a’kneelin’,
They’d throw their crutches away, and shout “Hoo-ray!” right after the Good Rev healed ‘em.
A real good show, as these things go, all to the crowd’s elation.
Then pass the plate in rapid state to rake in the donations.
It’d been muggy all day, in a certain way, and folks had begun to fear
Such a Kansas day in the month of May - it was that time of the year.
But the crowd was strong as the night wore on, God would protect his own.
And if the wind did blow, as those things go, at least they wouldn’t die alone.
The Rev thundered on in a great voice strong as their sins he did revile.
In fearful state for repentance’ sake he had ‘em rollin’ in the aisle.
But as he ranted on, the wind grew strong, and all began to worry.
He thought “I’ll just abort, cut this fucker short, ‘fore they begins t’ scurry.”
“An pass the plate at a rapid pace - I better fuckin’ hurry!”
“No healin’s t’day, but that’s ok. I don’t reckon none’ll notice.”
“From what I can tell, they all shittin’ theyselves at what feels like’s comin’ towards us!”
The plates went ‘round and folks dug deep, seeking The Lord’s benevolence.
And they did it quick, to get the hell out of Dodge now their principle preference.
The cash was collected and quickly directed to the cash box behind the altar.
Then the thing occurred with a shouted word that made alls’ courage falter:
“Twister’s touched down on t’ edge o’ town, an’ she’s headin’ thisaway!”
From fearing to burn to more immediate concern, they were in an awful state!
They just wanted to survive the present. Hell’d have to wait!
It was dashing pell-mell, and many fell, just trying to save their ass.
The reverend grabbed the cash box, and ran straight out the back.
The two roadies saw him, and were straight’way on his heels.
He was about to scoot with their share of the loot, and that wasn’t the god-damn deal!
Down the road he strode in running mode with the two of ‘em right behind ‘im.
It was hard to see in the flying debris - if they lost ‘im they’d never find ‘im!
“Stop!!” one yelled like a ringing bell, “you dirty, thievin’ shit!!”
The Rev quit his run, and stopped and spun, to try to see who was it.
“Who ye be?!” he cried in fright, above the wind and whipping trees.
“The Angel Gabriel!!” came back a yell. “Drop that cash, an’ right damn fast, or in Hell is where you’ll be!!”
Fearing for his life, a switchblade knife the Reverend he did free.
“Piss off, Gabe!!” He loudly brayed, or whoever ye may be!!”
“‘Er I’m gonna fuckin’ cut ya, I swear t’ god I’ll gut ya’, if’n you don’t let me be!”
Then he turned to go, and was seen no mo’, ‘least none did never spot ‘im.
Some say he’s still runnin’ now, but others ‘low, as how the twister went an’ got ‘im.
A falling tree took out the roustabouts, so they’ll no more have to worry.
Judy and Reed, and Miss Emily work in a cathouse in Missouri.
2020.12.17 16:12 Brandinian Help needed! I'm trying to keep a cat safe and warm.
Hi everyone,
Apologies for the long post! My mom's former partner brought a cat with him when he moved in with her and when he moved out about a week ago, he left the cat behind. I was told by my mom's partner that he is an "outdoor cat". He would leave the cat in the outdoor sunroom with food and water, and the cat seemed to be generally fine. He has always left the cat outdoors- it's never been allowed to be inside of a house. He was initially a stray that my mom's partner found on a construction site as a kitten.
There is a big part of me that thinks this is wrong. I have greatly bonded with this cat since moving in with my mother about four months ago due to a family tragedy. He's an older cat, probably around 13, and still clawed. My mom is severely allergic to cats, so she really doesn't want him in the house. I spend a lot of time sitting outdoors with the cat, and he always rubs up against me, obeys me when I tell him to go somewhere, constantly needs to sit with me when I come outside, and sits by the window staring in at me when I'm indoors. I bought him a little heating pad cathouse, but he's so skittish and terrified of it. I took the house apart and placed the heating pad on an armchair. It took me maybe three days of sitting with him for about two hours to get him to use it. Now, he loves it. But he still won't go in the cathouse.
My main concern right now is keeping him warm. I hate the fact that this cat has to be outside, but my mom is so concerned about him tearing things up, peeing in the house, and her allergies. I don't want to give the cat back to her partner because number one, he just straight up abandoned the cat here with me and has never asked for it back, and number two, he doesn't spend time with the cat or seem to want to provide it with the best life. I have a cellar right now and I'm considering installing a cat door so that he can go in and out of it and letting him live down there, but there is an exposed subpump down there and I'm scared of him falling into the hole and drowning. I've tried putting blankets on him at night outside when he's on his heating pad, but I think it scares him to not be aware of what's around him at all times. What is the best way to ensure that he's warm? Is there anything that I can buy to help him with this? If I put him in the cellar, I'm just so terrified of something bad happening to him, but I might be able to create a safe space for him down there. I'm definitely rambling, but I care a lot about this little guy and I really want him to be happy- especially since he is an older cat.
The last big problem is that I'm moving back out in a few months, and I'd really like to take this cat with me. Like I said, I think we've really bonded and I really really like him and he really seems to like me. I'm afraid of bringing an outdoor cat inside of a new apartment, because he is so used to free roaming outside, which would be difficult in a small urban space. Would it be possible to transition him into an apartment cat? I know it would take a lot of work, but he's worth it.
Thank you!
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Apologies for the long post! My mom's former partner brought a cat with him when he moved in with her and when he moved out about a week ago, he left the cat behind. I was told by my mom's partner that he is an "outdoor cat". He would leave the cat in the outdoor sunroom with food and water, and the cat seemed to be generally fine. He has always left the cat outdoors- it's never been allowed to be inside of a house. He was initially a stray that my mom's partner found on a construction site as a kitten.
There is a big part of me that thinks this is wrong. I have greatly bonded with this cat since moving in with my mother about four months ago due to a family tragedy. He's an older cat, probably around 13, and still clawed. My mom is severely allergic to cats, so she really doesn't want him in the house. I spend a lot of time sitting outdoors with the cat, and he always rubs up against me, obeys me when I tell him to go somewhere, constantly needs to sit with me when I come outside, and sits by the window staring in at me when I'm indoors. I bought him a little heating pad cathouse, but he's so skittish and terrified of it. I took the house apart and placed the heating pad on an armchair. It took me maybe three days of sitting with him for about two hours to get him to use it. Now, he loves it. But he still won't go in the cathouse.
My main concern right now is keeping him warm. I hate the fact that this cat has to be outside, but my mom is so concerned about him tearing things up, peeing in the house, and her allergies. I don't want to give the cat back to her partner because number one, he just straight up abandoned the cat here with me and has never asked for it back, and number two, he doesn't spend time with the cat or seem to want to provide it with the best life. I have a cellar right now and I'm considering installing a cat door so that he can go in and out of it and letting him live down there, but there is an exposed subpump down there and I'm scared of him falling into the hole and drowning. I've tried putting blankets on him at night outside when he's on his heating pad, but I think it scares him to not be aware of what's around him at all times. What is the best way to ensure that he's warm? Is there anything that I can buy to help him with this? If I put him in the cellar, I'm just so terrified of something bad happening to him, but I might be able to create a safe space for him down there. I'm definitely rambling, but I care a lot about this little guy and I really want him to be happy- especially since he is an older cat.
The last big problem is that I'm moving back out in a few months, and I'd really like to take this cat with me. Like I said, I think we've really bonded and I really really like him and he really seems to like me. I'm afraid of bringing an outdoor cat inside of a new apartment, because he is so used to free roaming outside, which would be difficult in a small urban space. Would it be possible to transition him into an apartment cat? I know it would take a lot of work, but he's worth it.
Thank you!