I am looking for the following. Do not message me without posting here first. DM's/chat messages without a post here will be ignored.
I'm also looking for PS1 memory cards.

Console	Game	Desired Condition
NES	Amagon	game+manual or manual only
NES	Faria	game+manual or manual only
NES	Little Ninja Brothers	game+manual or manual only
FC	Battle City	CIB
FC	Choujin Sentai Jetman	CIB
FC	Crisis Force	game only
FC	Double Dragon II	CIB
FC	Layla	CIB
FC	Mitsume ga Tooru	game only
FC	Robocco Wars	game only
FC	Saiyuuki World	CIB
FC	Spartan X2	game only
FC	Time Zone	game only
SMS	Castle of Illusion	CIB
SMS	Phantasy Star	CIB
Genesis	Air Buster	CIB
Genesis	Jammit	box
SNES	An American Tail: Fievel Goes West	game+manual or manual only
SNES	Hyper V-Ball	game+manual or manual only
SNES	Jetsons: Invasion of the Planet Pirates	game+manual or manual only
SNES	Lufia II	game+manual or manual only
SNES	The Mask	game+manual or manual only
SNES	Nosferatu	game+manual or manual only
SNES	Rise of the Phoenix	game+manual or manual only
SNES	Shien's Revenge	game only
SNES	Ultimate Fighter	game+manual or manual only
SFC	Battle Racers	CIB
SFC	Cyborg 009	CIB
SFC	Edo no Kiba	CIB
SFC	Holy Umbrella	CIB
SFC	Laplace no Ma	CIB
SFC	Tactics Ogre: Let Us Cling Together	CIB, revision 2 only (can tell by a number in the part number on the manual or on the ROM chip)
PS1	Alundra	CIB with map
PS1	Apocalypse	CIB
PS1	Armored Core	CIB
PS1	Castlevania: Symphony of the Night	CIB
PS1	Clock Tower	CIB
PS1	CTR: Crash Team Racing	CIB
PS1	Croc 2	CIB
PS1	Disruptor	CIB
PS1	Final Fantasy VII	CIB
PS1	Future Cop LAPD	CIB
PS1	G. Darius	CIB
PS1	Gekioh Shooting King	CIB
PS1	Ghost in the Shell	CIB
PS1	Incredible Crisis	CIB
PS1	Jet Moto	CIB
PS1	Jumping Flash	CIB
PS1	Medal of Honor	CIB
PS1	Mega Man 8	CIB
PS1	Mega Man X4	CIB
PS1	Omega Boost	CIB
PS1	Parappa the Rapper	CIB
PS1	Powerslave	CIB
PS1	Raiden Project	CIB
PS1	Raycrisis	CIB
PS1	Rayman	CIB
PS1	Resident Evil Director's Cut	CIB
PS1	Rising Zan	CIB
PS1	Silent Hill	CIB
PS1	Spyro 2	CIB
PS1	Star Ocean Second Story	CIB
PS1	Street Fighter Alpha 3	CIB
PS1	Strider 2	CIB
PS1	Tales of Destiny	CIB
PS1	Thunder Force V	CIB
PS1	Vanark	CIB
PS1	Wipeout XL	CIB
PS1	WWF Smackdown 2	CIB
N64	Indiana Jones and the Infernal Machine	game+manual or manual only
N64	Rat Attack	game+manual or manual only
N64	S.C.A.R.S	game+manual or manual only
N64	Starcraft 64	game+manual or manual only
PS2	Amplitude	CIB
PS2	Castlevania: Curse of Darkness	CIB
PS2	Clock Tower 3	CIB
PS2	Darkwatch	CIB
PS2	Drakan: The Ancients' Gates	CIB
PS2	Frequency	CIB
PS2	Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex	CIB
PS2	Gitaroo Man	CIB
PS2	God Hand	CIB
PS2	God of War	CIB
PS2	Guilty Gear XX Accent Core Plus	CIB
PS2	Gungrave	CIB
PS2	Ico	CIB
PS2	Kinetica	CIB
PS2	Mark of Kri	CIB
PS2	Neo Contra	CIB
PS2	Neopets: The Darkest Faerie	CIB
PS2	Odin Sphere	CIB
PS2	Onimusha 2	CIB
PS2	OutRun 2006 Coast 2 Coast	CIB
PS2	Parappa the Rapper 2	CIB
PS2	Psi-Ops: The Mindgate Conspiracy	CIB
PS2	Psyconauts	CIB
PS2	The Punisher	CIB
PS2	Ratchet & Clank: Going Commando	CIB
PS2	Red Star	CIB
PS2	Rez	CIB
PS2	Samurai Western	CIB
PS2	Skygunner	CIB
PS2	Sly Cooper and the Thievius Raccoonus	CIB
PS2	Twisted Metal Black	CIB
PS2	Under the Skin	CIB
PS2	Whiplash	CIB
GB	Aerostar	game+manual or manual only
GB	Bionic Commando	game+manual or manual only
GB	Kingdom Crusade	game+manual or manual only
GB	Kung Fu Master	game+manual or manual only
GB	Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles III: Radical Rescue	game+manual or manual only
JP GB	Cave Noire	CIB
JP GB	Ikari no Yousai 2	CIB
JP GB	Little Master	CIB
JP GB	Vattle Giuce	CIB
GBC	Motocross Maniacs 2	game+manual or manual only
PAL GBC	Merlin	game+manual or manual only
GBA	Blender Bros	game+manual or manual only
GBA	Gekido Advance: Kintaro's Revenge	game+manual or manual only
3DS	Zero Time Dilemma	CIB

MM Romance

Kindle Unlimited

• Thin Ice: MM Small Town/Hockey Romance (The Elmwood Stories #4) by Lane Hayes - Amazon - (contemporary, hockey coach/single dad, small town, age gap, fresh start, ONS to lovers) - 270 pages
  
• In His Corner by H.L. Day - Amazon - (contemporary, boss/employee, chef & restaurant owneex con, hurt/comfort) - 261 pages
  
• Our Mystery Island Affair: MM Romantic Comedy (Miles & Kieran #2) by Gaia Tate - Amazon - (contemporary, established couple, series must be read in order, rom com movie set, slow burn, actoFBI) - 237 pages
  

Kobo & Kobo Plus

• The Designer of His Own Fortune (Have Body Will Guard #14) by Neil S. Placky - Kobo & Amazon - (contemporary, action/adventure, established couple, series must be read in order, investigating murder of distant family member, family drama) - 229 pages
  
• My Demon Teacher: A Dark MM Paranormal Romance Novella (My Demon Charming: An Instalove Novella Trilogy #2) by Rhys Lawless - Kobo & Amazon - (paranormal, demon teachestudent, instalove, mystery/suspense, check CWs) - 91 pages
  
• The Beauty of the Beast: A Contemporary Fairytale MM Romance (Ever After #4) by Gabbi Grey - Kobo & Amazon - (contemporary, Beauty and the Beast retelling, part of a multiauthor series, rural British Columbia setting, Australian forestry student rents a room from a recluse, roommates, moderate angst, hurt/comfort) - 312 pages
  
• Cross My Heart by Darcy Archer - Kobo & Amazon - (contemporary, NFL football, injured player reconditioning with old college team, second chance for high school crush) - 272 pages
  
• Dark Paths: A Dark Vampire Romance by Sadie Rose Bermingham & Bellora Quinn - Kobo & Amazon - (paranormal, vampire rockstaexotic dancer, mystery/suspense, MC is kidnapped by rival vampires, vampire MC must rescue him) - 371 pages
  
• Arizona Raptors Box Set by RJ Scott & V.L. Locey - Kobo & Amazon - (contemporary, boxset, 5 books, professional hockey) - 906 pages
  

Other Queer Romance

Kindle Unlimited

• Last Chance by Claire Highton-Stevenson - Amazon - (FF, contemporary, soccer playeteam owner, age gap, forbidden romance, found family) - 406 pages
  
• Her Boss: A Lesbian/Sapphic Romance (The Boss Series #9) by Grace Parkes - Amazon - (FF, contemporary, boss/employee, best friend's little sister, age gap, ice queen/sunshine) - 108 pages
  
• Saving Her Soul by Hildred M. Billings - Amazon - (FF, fantasy, established couple from a previous book in another timeline, sorcerehuman, priestess/farm girl, soulmates) - 714 pages
  

Kobo & Kobo Plus

• Primal Hunt (Midnight Hunters #9) by L.L. Raand - Kobo & Amazon - (FF, paranormal, werewolf/vampire, wolf/vampire alliance against faerie queen, paranormal realm at war, FMCs are fighting in the war) - 240 pages
  
• Their Forever Daddy (Lost River Littles #4) by Stella Moore - Kobo & Amazon - (FFM, contemporary, daddy/littles, FF second chance, MF couple adds a third, small town) - 344 pages
  
• Only a Bridesmaid by Haley Donnell - Kobo & Amazon - (FF, contemporary, bridesmaid/bride, fake bridesmaid for socially anxious bride, queer awakening) - 189 pages
  
• A Heart Divided by Angie Williams - Kobo & Amazon - (MF, historical, American civil war (1860s), FtM trans MC, single mom needs help maintaining ranch after war, MMC impersonates a man to escape family life and has a trans awakening of sorts, confederate soldier MMC/union soldier widow FMC) - 286 pages
  
• Cabin Fever by Tagan Shepard - Kobo & Amazon - (FF, contemporary, work rivals to lovers, forced proximity, snowed in together after a trade show) - 247 pages
  
• Spirits and Sirens (Owen Station Romance Series #3) by Kelly Fireside & Tana Fireside - Kobo & Amazon - (FF, paranormal?, ghosts, small town, photographeassistant fire chief, returning home to small town to help family, solving town mystery, battling southwest summer wildfires) - 301 pages
  
• Snake Charming by Genevieve McCluer - Kobo & Amazon - (FF, paranormal, vampire/snake shifter, ONS to lovers, both FMCs have troubled pasts) - 230 pages
  
• Adrift by Sam Ledel - Kobo & Amazon - (FF, historical, American prohibition (1920s), Mexican bootleggeAmerican prohibition promoter, family issues and obligations, rivals to lovers) - 258 pages
  
• Blood Remains by Cathy Pegau - Kobo & Amazon - (FF, historical fantasy, 20th century, blood mage/gangster, mystery/suspense, returning home to old life, getting revenge on rival gangster) - 283 pages
  

Audiobooks

MM Romance

• Starting Line (For Puck's Sake #2) by Crea Reitan, narrated by Shawn K. Jain, Simon Dornet & Zachary Zaba - Amazon - (contemporary, hockey, teammates, secretly married couple adds a third, best friends and teammates to lovers, forbidden relationship) - 9 hrs 38 min
  
• Best Served Cold (Crimson Club #3) by Willow Dixon, narrated by Alexander Cendese & Aiden Snow - Amazon - (contemporary, animosity to lovers, double bi awakening, friends dare him to "play a game of gay chicken," competitive MCs) - 7 hrs 59 min
  
• Discovering Damon (Behind the Camera #3) by Cora Rose & Nicole Dykes, narrated by Cooper North & Zane Daniels - Amazon - (contemporary, strangers to friends to lovers, automotive tech/camboy, bi awakening, small town) - 6 hrs 25 min
  
• Saints Like Him (Redemption Ridge #3) by Aimee Nicole Walker, narrated by Lance West - Amazon - (contemporary, best friends to lovers, ranch owneFBI agent, pining, mystery/suspense) - 8 hrs 15 min
  
• Blackmailer's Delight: A Georgian Era Romp by David Lawrence, narrated by Cornell Collins - Amazon - (historical, age gap, mystery, multiple POVs, period typical homophobia, secret relationship, comedic relief) - 9 hrs 6 min
  
• Hard Angle (Criminal Intentions: Season Two Episode 4 #17) by Cole McCade, narrated by Curt Bonnem - Amazon - (contemporary, mystery/suspense, established couple, series must be read in order, revealing secrets, relationship in trouble) - 6 hrs 40 min
  
• Rent: Paid in Full (Bad Decisions #1) by Jesse H Reign, narrated by Kirt Graves & Shannon Gunn - Amazon - (contemporary, college, roommates, rich/poor, obsessive MC, money exchanged for sexual favors, check CWs) - 9 hrs 49 min
  

Other Queer Romance

• Summer Fate: A Heart-Warming Lesbian Romantic Comedy (Duckton-by-Dale Romance #1) by Emma Nichols, narrated by Claire Storey - Amazon - (FF, contemporary, rom com, escape big city mistakes in small town, neighbors, quirky small town) - 8 hrs 27 min

As If It Were Kismet: Prologue
Matt tore through the brush, blind in the dark. He didn’t care where he was going. He only knew he needed to be elsewhere. Far from here.
Behind him a creature howled that shocked his mind. It’s form was cruel and dangerous, though female. Nothing like the young woman she had once been. Nothing but a girl, a small and slight female.
It’s guttural growls and howls only grew closer as Matt tried to pick between seeing where he was going and getting away. The few times he looked he caught sight of the creature behind him. Hopping through the air with a speed that told him he was being toyed with. As if he were a mouse being played with by a cat.
But the reflex in him to run kept him going. His adrenaline going as hard as it could. The tightness and burning in his core tensing and locking up as his legs felt like there were being burned from within while taking on more of a heaviness.
His lungs were starting to betray him as he tried to gulp big breaths of air but only rapid and shallow breaths were all that he could manage. His brain was starting to burn….and then he was falling.
Falling down the side of a hill he saw the creature dart in a spring towards him, imperceivably fast almost. Catching him in mid air it seemed.
Managing to wrap its body around him and cushion his impact against the ground as they rolled. His mind barely took in what was happening during the roll. Only starting to understand what was happening once they were still.
The creature's triple D-cup breasts were unmistakably pressed hard against his back as he laid facing up at the night sky.
For a few seconds the world stilled and the needle light pain hitting the center of his brain took over for the cooking heat his brain had felt. His whole body felt heavy and reluctant to move.
Even if he could have really moved, a dull ache came over his limbs making them feel stilled and trapped as if by immeasurable amounts of sand that had engulfed him.
Slowly the arms holding him started to move. Moving so the creature's hands could start exploring him. Causing Matt to unstoppably let out a pathetic moan that made him go cold inside as hands lifted up his shirt and started to touch his exposed stomach and then his chest.
He would have whimpered so pathetically had he not still been in the depths of terror.
As its hands felt and groped his pecs he tried to situp as if to get away. For his efforts, his reward was a hand around his throat and a collection snarls and growls against his ear. A beastly, guttural voice spat words at him while somehow holding a feminine tone.
“Don’t move….I don’t know if I can calm down…”
Her words were not helped by her moans in his ear and the subsequent kissing of his ear. The flesh of his ear going between her lips as she moaned and seemed to pant. Releasing it and licking the side of his face with a moist warmth. He could feel its spittle, viscous and coating his flesh where the tongue touched. He could smell something in his saliva. Something that subtly entranced him.
Matt went stock still with fear and the confusion of mixed arousal. He barely perceived her right hand traveling lower on his body. A surprised moan and shudder echoed in the night from Matt’s lips as she took ahold of him. Her hand above his pants but still….stimulating him.
A light squeezing and almost probing of her digits kept him aroused and confused within her grasp. Resigning himself to the strange fate, Matt looked up at the stars as his mind tried not to shatter under the strange maelstrom of events and sensation that had started mere minutes ago.
His mind was only more confused as a slight figure, feminine in build, how it seemed to thunk the ground audibly as she landed on her feet out nowhere. Her knees barely bending under the pressure of the landing. Yet dirt was kicked up anyways and some of it onto Matt. Feeling it pepper his shirt and pants as it fell.
The figure, lit only faintly by moonlight, roared some dark tone Matt could only perceive as a demon as her eyes went bright with a crimson light. A light in the darkness that should not have been. “Let him go you bitch.” Was its words following the roar. Spittle escaping its mouth with faint droplets hit Matt's face.
The creature holding him by his throat and crotch seemed to tighten the grasp of both hands as it roared back. “HE IS MINE!”
The figure paused with a moment's hesitation. He was also her quarry. She had felt his fear without him knowing. His confused arousal. His fear. His terror.
And now he laid at the center of a struggle between two monsters. Unsure of who he wanted to win.
As If It Was Kismet Ch. 1
Matthew Berkshire hadn’t seen his mom in two years. Not that he had seen her much over the last six years.
A messy divorce between messy people and mom’s chaotic want for a life in Alaska had been one of the most…upsetting times in life. Setting him up for so much of what had defined his life thus far but then that had really started two years before he ever turned.
His ear buds were basic and simple. A part of cheap five pack, common for his life as he was known to lose little things. Small things. They had a mix of metal and hard rock playing in them. Some classics, some alternative. Whatever made him feel something, anything. Even if it was hate. Anger. Rage. It was better than feeling numb. Not belonging.
The escalator down to his lone bag to go with his lone carry on showed his mom waiting for him. His had a type, that’s for damn sure. Not that it helped him in the genetics department as he was stuck at 5’9” to go along with his mother’s five foot even as his dad stood six foot. Forever leaving him to feel small, to pale, under his dad’s shadow. Did he ever stand a chance?
The guy next to her with the unkempt former seventies porn stache was “Dave.” He’d met him twice when his mother came and visited him in Florida. To his credit the guy didn’t look annoyed. Kind of concerned kind of which made Matthew want to break his frozen look but he was well practiced. Having removed any note of sadness from his face through much…tribulation.
His mother’s look on her face betrayed a hint of worry as the bruises on his face lightly showed up close. Saying his name was his like a distant echo that belonged to someone else.
Dave cut in and pulled out his right headphone. “What the hell bud, they knock you hard enough to hurt hearing? Your mom’s asking how you are doing.”
Matthew pulled out the other bud and grunted an empty “sorry.”
“You still have bruises after two week? What did they do to you?” His mom’s voice was full of worry. Something he hadn’t heard in….too long. Too long to make him feel anything. To ever make him believe there was any sincerity to her words. To not think her voice and mannerisms were an act. An act by someone who…wasn’t really there.
“It’s only fair. I took a nose. Fractured a couple orbital bones. Left one with having to get his jaw wired shut. And one will never walk right again for what I did to his knee cap.” Matthew said it all with a bored and disinterested tone. Perhaps well rehearsed.
“My man, handing out ass kickings, not bothering to take names.” Dave was quick to be the typical man’s man about it. Matthew wasn’t quite done yet. Lifting up his shirt to expose the right side near his kidney. Revealing a nasty scar from a six inch blade. “Luckily they gave me this first so they could rule it all in self-defense. The fuck didn’t get it in more than inch before I ruined his knee cap and then I took the nose of one of the fucks holding me.” Now he chose to smile keeping the well practiced dead look in his eyes.
No retorts. No questions. Just horrified looks on their faces. As he liked. As he preferred. They could hate him. They could be disgusted by him. But by God they would fear him.
“Well the doc did a good job sewing you up.” Dave commented uncomfortably. “Dissolving sutures. Ain’t they grand.” He smiled again and let it abruptly fall off his face and started walking to the carousel for the baggage claim.
Waiting and making small talk with Dave as his mother stood in silence. He was not the little boy she abandoned. The little boy she left with an angry man. While never hitting him. Left him in constant fear till he turned twelve and just didn’t care anymore. Something snapped. Broke. And he didn’t care if he died. Didn’t care if he stole. Didn’t even care if he killed. He just knew not to get caught. Something left over from his grandfather’s wisdom which came to make more and more sense with each passing year of life since that thing inside him broke.
Finally his bag came around and Dave went to try first to grab it but Dave practically leapt ahead of him. “Is that your grandfather’s rucksack bag?” his mother asked in a perplexed voice.
“Figured it’s been around since Viet Nam. So it’d serve me better than any of the worthless stuff they called luggage.” Dave commented after Matthew’s words. “Well hell yeah I still got mine from Desert Storm. You know the first one.” Dave laughed and Matthew eyed him oddly. Be it in the south or whether it was Alaska, country boys are country boys he guessed.
The car ride to the two people’s house, as Matthew thought of them. Was uneventful and full of vistas he imagined metropolitan types wetting themselves over. At most they meant isolation to him. Furtherness from the world as there were no mountains in Florida. And what mountains he had last seen in another state had been when he was eight. Another life, to Matthew it felt like. A life alien to him.
As If It Was Kismet Ch 2
Dave and his mom’s place was some two story type tucked into a tree line far up an elevated point. It was by no means the highest point in the mountain but it certainly felt up there.
Rocks were where the driveway should have been Matthew thought. Grabbing his backpack and rucksack from Dave’s jeep was no hard thing for him. Matthew was in formidable shape for someone his age, maybe even five years older. He had gotten a mix of fairly big shoulders and arms along with the chest to go for it when compared to most kids his age. A side effect of working out at least twice a day. First thing in the morning, some time in the evening, and the school’s gym when had had a good semester in school before he had to leave Florida.
Dave tried to come up and help him but Matthew walked past him towards the house. His mom was not sure what to make of his demeanor. Matthew was not the sweet kind boy he had once been. But she had been gone from his life essentially for a long time.
Ushering him into the house she cracked some joke he did not hear. He was too busy looking about and seeing a mix of old outdated decorating mixed with the strange and odd flair of his mother. Color contrasting against drab and dated. Like brightly painting over an old home that was falling apart he thought.
“Your room is this way Mattie.” His mom brightly intoned.
Without expressing any interest he followed his mother. Still faced and nonplussed. Just going along with the current. Pushed and pulled with its roll like a piece of driftwood.
The room was simple. A single small bed. A set of rubber weights with a curl bar and barbells. “Your dad said you were into weight lifting so we got you a bunch of stuff. Dave says it looks like his department’s gym almost. The woman’s smile felt very alien to him.
“Thank you. I appreciate it. I’ve got most of my stuff from home.” Matthew starting unpacking his rucksack and pulled out cables of repetitive and mixed colors. A single plastic barbell handle. The ruck sack could be filled with water bottles for added weight during pushups he figured. Remembering a Michael Keaton movie he watched with his dad post-Batman movies where he played a convicted killer using plastic bags filled with water for weights.
Matthew caught movement outside his lone fairly large window that could let him step out onto the roof of the house given its layout.
He saw a number of people running together through what he guessed was the backyard of the property, not that it had any fences to mark boundaries
They wore clothes that looked similar yet different from each other at the same time.”Oh those are the Johnston’s. Really nice bunch of people. Been on the mountain for a long time Dave tells me.”
Matthew looked at the group of people running and noticed the lack of resemblance. “They are related?” Matthew quizzically asked. Seeing a black and possibly a hispanic person amongst the bland looking white people.
“Oh well they are all adopted but for one or two of them…besides the parents of course. The family has a long tradition of taking in orphans they say. Real nice of them to do that don’t you think.”
Matthew looked at his mother and the hosier accent made no sense to him as he arched his left eye brow. Her and his dad were both from Florida. Born and raised. Sure her parents were from New York city but…
Matthew shook his lightly without turning to look at his mother as his vision was grabbed by one of the runners in particular. A girl of moderate height. Soft brunette. A plain beauty he figured with a slim build….and lack of remarkable breasts and rear to make any note of but….girls in general were his type at his age.
She was pretty enough. He couldn’t deny that but he found himself transfixed by her visage.
But the way she turned and looked at him, especially at that distance felt very disconcerting to him. Even if she was smiling like…she was a taste of a bright shiny day. Somehow.
Matthew’s mom noticed the exchange and smiled to herself with closed lips. “Oh that’s Vicky. She’s your age I think. Very sweet girl, who does the charity functions. You know bake sales, blood drives, car washes and the like. I think you should get to know her. Might be good for you.”
A truck horn sounded a couple of beeps in rather succession. “Oh that must be Mack, he said he might come by later this evening but he seems early.”
Matthew’s mother turned and left his room. Leaving Matthew to exchange a few looks with the alluring Vicky as she turned her head away from him to talk to the others in her group and look back at him.
Still Matthew’s left eyebrow was arched. In a way that reminded him of Spock from Star Trek that he and his grandpa used to watch on some streaming service or another.
As he heard ambient chatter elsewhere outside the house he figured to check it out as the alluring sight of Vicky would be around he figured. It was dull to stare at artwork. He was a boy who preferred jet skis and the like. Something he could ride and enjoy immensely. Even if at times it got him stabbed.
As If It Was Kismet Ch 3
Matthew sauntered out of the house and down the rockway that stood in for a driveway.
A few new people had come over from what he could first surmise of the situation. As he got closer it was obvious they were indigenous people. A couple of grown men…and a girl?
She was mousey. Maybe five foot. Hiding behind glasses and a big camo jacket that was far too big for her. It looked made for a grown man and the backwards trucker hat on her head kept her long black a beautiful mess of sorts.
She was cute in a way. A little androgynous but she had a cute energy to her. She reminded him of the more tomboyish Puerto Rican girls he had gotten into back in Florida. Given the deer corpses in the back of the truck….probably more dangerous to play with given the men in her family.
Small chatter passed between the adults when the girl noticed but turned away, trying to hide the tiny hint of a smile.
“Oh Mattie, this is Mack. He works with Dave at the sheriff’s department and John, he’s with fish and wildlife.” Matthew nodded at his mom’s words with some blankness as he looked at the deer the in the back of the pickup truck.
“Gale tells us you hunted with your dad some in Florida and Georgia.” Mack offered with a light hearted laugh camouflaged by his big simple and cheery but husky way he spoke.
Looking in the back of the truck he spoke. “We used lever action thirty-thirties and Mosin Nagants in seven-six-two-fifty-four-rimmed.” Mack and John whistled in an exaggerated fashion. Leaving Matthew to wonder if they were mocking him.
Mack spoke. “Well we just used thirty-odd-six in a custom gussied Garand.” That caught Matthew’s attention. “You have a Garand…” Matthew finally demonstrated interest in anything. “My dad has an SVT-40 and a Hakim 8mm but he always wanted a Garand but was too cheap to buy one.”
Gale, his mother, chimed in loudly. “Oh his Dad loved his guns but was such an odd duck about how he bought or why he bought them. Never made sense to me how he wasn’t a collector but he didn’t get the latest and greatest.” Gale laughed uncomfortably. At least it seemed that way to Matthew.
Matthew pointed to the girl with an underhanded pointing hand. “And who is this? A cute little mute mouse or does she have a name?” Dave and the other men laughed.
Mack again spoke. “Well you people call her Rebecca, she’s my adopted daughter.” Matthew was taken aback by what he heard. “You people?”
Rebecca kindly spoke with a soft but almost melodic voice as she struggled to maintain eye contact. “White people or rather not members of our tribe. It’s just easier to appease the colonizer kind of thing. Borrowed from when the Jesuit missionaries chased us up here.”
Mack stepped in. “It’s just easier to have white people names than have them try to say our tribal names. And we don’t want them shortening or Anglicising our names kind of thing.” Rebecca stepped back into the conversation cutting off her adopted father. “It’s an insult to our history basically.”
Matthew cocked his head sideways raising his eyebrows shortly before letting them drop. “Well as soon as I’m eighteen I’m out of here and back to Florida so I’m a sort of involuntary colonizer of sorts. So I won’t be taking any of your land from you. The Seminoles on the other hand are still shit out of luck.”
Rebecca’s smile caused Matthew to reflexively smile. Mack made the moment more awkward. “See Becca, I told you someone off the reservation would like you some. You just have to be creative.” Mack laughed in a chiding manner…Matthew presumed. He sensed that he was the butt of some kind of cultural joke. Like marrying a white guy was some sort of insult or mark of shame. That kind of thing.
Rebecca turning away from him was not something he had been expecting. Her then getting in the truck in a huff left the group in a silence for a moment.
Dave spoke to break the awkward silence. “Well just bring the truck to work on Monday and leave it for me to grab up.” Mack acknowledged Dave and they started to get off as Rebecca looked at Matthew for another instance. Matthew couldn’t look away for some reason as the two seemed to lock eyes for an instance.
Till Vicky and family seemed to come jogging down the road. While Matthew’s eyes diverted from Rebecca’s. Hers did not till she realized he was looking elsewhere. And her vision found Vicky and what had been a hint of smile on her face turned glum and disappointed.
Matthew did not look away from the vision of Vicky but instead of a starry eyed fool looking longingly. It was a baffled look. Well baffled for him, with his eyes drawn narrow and night with a focus.
There was something about her…he couldn’t quite put a name too. The way she appeared to him. One second brunette. The next second blonde or blonde like. As if the color appeared in her air and disappeared in fractions of seconds. Much the same way her body almost seemed to…shift…very subtly…smoothly. A nicer bum. Larger breasts. And then back to a simple and plain form. Feminine no doubt. Attractive. But not so…remarkable.
As If It Was Kismet Ch 4
The next two days passed without incident. Nothing of any real substance or challenge to note.
Matthew got settled somewhat and started working out almost immediately. Exploring around the woods but Dave told him not to go far. Especially without a hunting rifle. Dave had left a simple semi-auto Winchester out for him. His bear gun as Dave referred to it with its four round magazine. But Matt figured till he got some practice with the rifle to leave it alone. He made a hiking stick like his grandpa taught him and treated it over a low fire. He would take some electrical tape for the end his hand would grip around. Plenty enough to ward off anything smaller than a bear he figured.
The ride to school was a pain in the neck but simple enough. Dave would let him use a clunker pickup truck he had laying around. It wasn’t pretty but it would get him to and from. Even if it was from the eighties and still backfired on occasion. But for now Dave and his mom took him on their way to the sheriff’s department.
It wasn’t much of a school. It wanted to be modern but its fifties original construction was very obvious. It serviced the pipeline families and familys’ of fisherman who worked the seasons in between their time at the pipeline.
Matt was to report to the principal for some reason Dave and his mom wouldn’t share. Which annoyed him but he figured it was to read him the law of land. Small towns with their big views of the outside world and like.
Dressed in jeans, a grey sweatshirt under a light jacket with steel toed boots set him more apart then he expected. His buzzed head didn’t help matters. Already he was feeling like a stranger in a strange land but he was quite strange after all. And he liked it that way. Normal people were so pathetically disappointing to him.
A secretary or assistant or some such led him to the principal’s office. Where it reeked of real wood that was old and fabric and upholstery that needed to be updated for the last twenty years, Matt figured.
“This is Matthew Berkshire, Principal Andrews.” The man was turned with his back to the door and he was quick to wave her off as he turned her around.
He was an older man. Fat and large. Tall with a body built like he had once been fit and a demeanour of annoyed and irate already as he fixed Matt with a scowl and look of disgust. Another worthless government whore. Matt thought to himself. His father and his grandfather had bestowed unto him a natural disrespect for government workers and the figures that wore unjustified authority as a shield but pretended the weight of the state was not at their back ready to crush all who resisted. Little figures of valor pretending to be mighty and alone but acting with the tyranny of the state and all the backing.
“Mr. Berkshire, please sit down.” His tone wasn’t unusually hostile, just gruff. As if he had better things to do.
Matt complied and took a seat in the chair while maintaining a friendly facade. Not everyone was an enemy. And not everyone needed to be an enemy. Even if anybody could be any enemy. There was no reason to make enemies you didn’t have to. Another of his grandfather’s bastardised wisdoms.
“Well I looked over you file and you have quite the history Mr. Berkshire.” Matt resisted qiuping back a joke. Instead he waited for Principal Andrews to continue as he remained nonplussed and looking as if he felt no need to respond. A simple head tilt with dead eyes looking back at the principle as if he was not even there would suffice.
Matt’s reaction or lack of a reaction rather made Principal Andrews only narrow his eyes with examination. He was not used to a kid not responding to him. Especially with his gruff and hard act going on.
“Well by all accounts you moved here after some problems at your last school. A fight broke out and you did some real harm to your fellow students it appears.” Of course, he would take the side of the perpetrators. School administrators always did. Especially when they weren’t white. Just a fact of the times. Cowardice and pathetic mediocrity was the way they leaned, like good government workers sucking the dick of Big Daddy government. Worthless whores.
Matt chose to reply. “Oh you mean the criminals that stabbed me. Got arrested at the hospital and then pled to felonies. Yeah Florida, with the American counties are good like that.” Principal Andrews went real still. No shame. No fear. No penitence. He didn’t like that.
“Well be it as it may Mr. Berkshire we don’t tolerate that kind of behaviour here…” Matt cut him off responding with a deadpan tone. “You mean self-defense meant to save one’s own life while the cowardly and pathetic school workers look on with zero interest but to keep their money rolling in and will allow known gang members with records of violent acts and crimes that should have them expelled many times over, where in certain Democrat counties such cowardice and idiocy empowered a couple school shooters?”
Principal Andrews looked at the Matt with a note of disgust. “Look here Mr. Berkshire, your beliefs matter not one bit here. This isn’t Florida. We don’t like our way of life being disrupted by outside agitators who have problems with authority.”
Matt did his best not to roll his eyes and let the older fat man drone own as he dead-stared him. Lifeless and without emotion.
The man came to a finish and Matt spoke up without having listened to him or paid him any attention. “Great now that’s taken care of. Can I please get to class and finish my sentence of two years at your wonderful school?”
Principal Andrews huffed and snorted before calling in Vicky. Vicky stood in the corner after entering with a quiet and seamless presence. Matt felt disturbed and tried not betray his feelings as the young Vicky was perceived and not perceived to be moving.
Principal Andrews made the introductions and Matt nodded back. She was to be his chaperone for the day. They had the same classes and she was to show him the ropes so to speak. The ins and outs of the school. The locations of their classes.
He recognized her. It was hard not to. The way her appearance seemed to shift fluidly almost. The petite and skinny brunette ever so lightly had a big bust and blonde hair with curves added when she seemed to shift before his eyes. Like watching a film but each frame had a different person.
Matt didn’t say anything about it. Even if he did he would only be acknowledging his crazed state, if he had one. If.
Unlike an obedient puppy dog he got up in a slow and awkward fashion and followed behind her as his oddly disproportionate frame allowed. Causing her a note of concern for some reason. As if she was seeing something she shouldn’t have been….Or he was just weird. And Matt could admit to himself he was just weird. Part of his charm, he would jest about it at times. Not that he had many people to jest to now.
As If It Were Kismet Ch. 5
Following Vicky into the hall off to their first class was simple. She exchanged small talk and he slightly smiled as if to obviously suggest he was just being polite.
Inside his head, Matt was trying to figure out if he was having a psychotic break. The way Vicky looked kept changing and he looked at the other people around him and they stayed the same.
He was searching his mind as they were walking. And thus he wasn’t paying attention to where he was looking and so fell to his face forward over his feet seemingly out of nowhere.
A series of laughs erupted as it sunk in that he was obviously tripped. Like in prison this was a challenge to his superiority. If he let this pass he would be mocked and sneered at by this same group of boys. He wouldn’t walk to them like he was going to do nothing like a little bitch.
In a rage he turned and punched the stomach of the first face he saw. Some typical blonde haired wannabe jock. He knew from experience not to aim for the ribs. Instead he needed to aim for where he thought the belly button was.
Yells and screams blindly echoed around him as his after the punch he followed up his elbow of the opposite arm slamming into the face of the jock. Harder than a fist, the elbow struck the jock’s jaw and seemingly dropped him against a locker. Just in time to catch an errant and soft punch to the nose that sure enough hurt but did little to slow him down as his dad had taught him to fight through the pain. Blood and scars happened. They were a natural consequence of life to a man.
Taking the punch and falling further into his red state Matt headbutted the punch thrower before another guy arm bared his throat from behind. Which he managed to get his grip on the arm over a letterman jacked and jerk the unprepared boy to the side with him still latched on.
A few feet away from the lockers Matt knew his only chance was to jump and push off the lockers and knock the boy to the ground and so he did. He heard a thunk of the boy’s skull bouncing off the ground and he turned to pull out of the grapple.
The beatings he had taken from his father, the grapples, being choked unconscious. Had prepared him for fighting little bitches who didn’t know what a fight was. It wasn’t gay porn with rabbit punch fists flying.
Blood was running down his face and the pain started to hit him as the threats had been eliminated. Only then did he remember to breathe. Taking breathes as Vicky came up to him with tissues and took a hold of his nose.
“Owww owww owww what the fuck my nose could be broken.” He said to Vicky as she pulled his head up and back.
“It’s ok Carl. It’s done.” Matt tried to look to see who Vicky was talking to. It was a boy taller than his 5’9” by more than a small margin. The boy eyed him bored and annoyed before speaking. “What happened here?” An unoriginal line but one Matt couldn’t be a smart aleck about. “Well you see there was an outbreak of tripping and we all tripped over my dick. It happens.” Matt was about to laugh when Vicky seemed to pull up while still gripping his nose causing Matt no small amount of pain which he audibly evidenced.
Vicky spoke in a tone he wasn’t expecting. As if she was accustomed to issuing orders. “Keep Iris away from the hall till we sanitize the site. We have blood from at least three people contaminating the site. And have Jake bring me a spare jacket and shirt for this moron.”
Carl seemed to acknowledge her orders and seemed to blink away. Maybe the punch hit harder than he expected. He had no time to wonder as Vick took her hand away from his and pushed him against the lockers. With ease he had not been expecting from her form and stature.
Before he could respond Vicky licked his blood covered chin and then his lips and spoke to him. “Focus on me you little blood bag.” Her tone had an annoyed yet feminine sneer.
“Look into my eyes. Look at me. You belong to me. You are just another food source in a collection of food sources.” Her eyes were a beautiful hazel Matt thought. Almost green. Pretty like jewels in some old treasure collections. The eyes he could get lost in before kissing her. Finally Vicky was just a slight and petite brunette and he thought she was beautiful.
She would make a hell of a girlfriend. Some cute thing he could see laying on the beach in Florida on their sides laughing and smiling before trading light kisses while hands wandered innocently. Before his mind could drift further he felt her lips on his. It took him a second to mentally grasp the kiss but his arms were around her back as her hands were at his sides. His eyes reflexively closed as he saw hers close.
It was ineffable to Matt. Beyond words, what was happening. The kiss, the moments beforehand. The way his brain tickled with electricity and gentle warmth. He had never had a kiss like this and he had traded more than a few kisses with at least a few girls.
The kiss was like a warm bath with his consciousness slipping beneath the surface. Their lips only parted to try new angles and approaches as Matt struggled to take in breath. It was a moment he could have stayed trapped in for….he didn’t know. But a curt throat clearing by another girl pulled them out of the moment.
The girl was taller than Vicky. Blonde. With slight curves. Vicky addressed her bewildered and gobsmacked, and perhaps a bit embarrassed. “Tina?”

hi! im sorry if this is posted in the wrong place since i dont post on reddit often, but im looking for help finding an old neopets youtuber i used to watch.
it was a guy that used to post walkthroughs / playthroughs of the old ps2 neopets: the darkest faerie game. the only detail i know that could definitely identify him as the one i remember is that theres a part of the game where you go to a graveyard / crypt area of the map and you encounter the gelert assassin. he has some line where he says something like "people have no respect for the dead" and the guy playing was like "I dont respect you and youre about to be dead." me and my sister thought that was the sickest burn when we were younger but i have never been able to find his videos since.
this is probably a shot in the dark but i was feeling nostalgic and i figured there would probably be someone with better searching powers than we do lol. for more specifics, this was from when i was way younger so the videos have to be at least like 7+ years old. thx to anyone in advance

Thank you u/SpacePaladin15 for the amazing universe!
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Memory transcription subject: Kalsim, Captain, United Federation Fleet
Date [standardized human time]: December 30th, 2136
It became harder and harder to remember why we came in the first place when the simple process of landing on the ground was tantamount to stepping back into the past.
So many of the sensations granted by the asteroid sanctuary, the smells,the sights, the sounds, were so hauntingly familiar. Of flying from treetop to treetop, seeing my non sapient kin fly free of the burden of galactic existence. Of fruits and berries picked right from the stem, carrying with them flavors that bordered on ecstasy. The calls and cries of a nature beaten down time and time again, but still managed to stand back up on its own two legs every single time.
So much of it was familiar, yet so much of it wasn't.
"Kelum, do you recognize that?" referring to the foreign call sounding off in the distance.
He was still trying to process his surroundings, beak poised catch several insects. "Uh...no, I don't."
I turned in the direction of its source. "Neither do I."
"What about that bird from earlier?"
The one that flew by the viewport? "Didn't recognize that one either."
"Shit then." Kelum slowly returned to guard mode as he began sweeping his rifle over the foliage. "Your the big history guy here, I'm relying on you. What does it mean that you don't know?"
"Well, maybe call it a gap in my knowledge..." my attention was caught by a strange cluster of berries perched on a nearby bush. Collected in bunches, the fruits were oblong, almost cylindrical, orange with black spots across the skin. The aroma was sweet and tangy, something I knew several officers on the Lyakuda would love to use as an air freshener. And it was entirely unrecognizable.
Yet some base instinct inside of me said that it belonged. That it all belonged. That the ferns and grasses adn the strange noises that seemed foreign to my home were in fact an integral part of this one. There was song being played that I couldn't quiet yet hear, but I knew was there. Whether it was one that I would enjoy was still up for debate.
"Captain?"
"Wuh?" I spun around to see Kelum checking me with a look of concern.
"You kinda zoned out there for a sec. Are you alright?"
"Sorry, I was just thinking." I stepped back from the bush and into the clearing. "I...don't know what to make of this. This place..."
Kelum shrugged. "Couldn't tell you either cap. I'm just along for the ride at this point."
"All I need you to do is to keep that gun raised, just in case." Some part of me said that it would be unnecessary. After all, the Federation wiped out any native species that posed even the slightest threat to a krakotl. And by all means, this place seemed like Nishtal. But then again...
A sharp cry grabbed the silence and violently broke it over its knee. More like a wail, piercing in its effect, little needles in our eardrums that seemed to stab more and more as the seconds dragged along. The pitch never faltered, even as the cry let the background jungle settle back into its normal rhythm. I looked over to see Kelum taking deep breaths, before I realized I was too.
"Cap, what the fuck was that?" For the first time since we arrived, tendrils of genuine fear seemed to creep into Kelum's voice. At the very least, he was never letting go of that rifle ever again.
"I don't know, I never heard that before either."
"Well I need you to start knowing right fucking now, cause I don't like that shit, not one bit."
"Neither do I, but we need to remain calm. Now's not the time to start acting like Sivkit," another awful wail echoed in the further distance, "so keep that rifle up."
Kelum didn't need to be told twice. "Maybe we shouldn't stick around. Maybe we've seen everything we've needed to see."
Some part of me agreed with him. You didn't need to be a prey to not be comfortable sharing a space with whatever made that sound. And I don't think that's all this place has in store for us. For better and for worse...
"We saw those buildings. We were just in that observation room. This place is more than just a sanctuary. We need to keep going."
Kelum raised a talon in argument, faltered, then sighed. "If I die here, I'm gonna fucking kill you cap."
That somehow raised a chuckle out of me. "Glad to see your still you."
"You drag me to the gallows, least you can do is let me get the last laugh in." Kelum pushed past me and began sifting through the undergrowth. "I'll lead. I think the town was this way."
Directions, thankfully, weren't going to be an issue. Despite its gargantuan size, the sanctuary appeared to have a pretty simple layout. A giant circle, with the town at the center, surrounded on all sides by thick jungle. All we had to do was walk forward. If only if it was that simple.
I did manage to recognize many of the plants that composed the flora, only due to their absence on the Nishtal I knew. The undergrowth there was absolutely sparse in comparison to here, mostly thanks to the Federation's anti predator efforts. Without natural balances to keep them in check, the native herbivores of Nishtal went wild, stripping the ground level nearly down to the very soil itself. If not for our geoengineering tech, the planet would've suffered an ecological collapse that would've made the Cradle look like hiccup in comparison.
This place seemed to suffer no such issues. Great for the local ecosystem, terrible for us. For not only was it hot, not only was it humid, we had to push through vine and bramble so thick it was nearly impossible to squeeze through. It didn't help that the we seemed to be heading down a slope, so the atmosphere only got thicker as we descended further. It came to the point where I almost considered stripping off my vest so I wouldn't die of heatstroke on the spot. Thankfully we came across a small clearing, which gave us the opportunity to catch our breaths.
"How close do you think we are?" I asked between pulls of impossibly humid air.
"Don't know, but we have to be close." Kelum looked up to the 'sky', where the 'sun' had really reached its zenith. "Hard to tell, but we're definitely making progress."
"Stars above, whatever this is must be worth it."
"Better fucking be. Not dying of thirst on some secret asteroid zoo run by...fuck I don't know. You said you thought it was someone up high who contacted you?"
"Yeah, but that was just a confident guess."
He chuckled. "Maybe this is just his private resort or something. They definitely have the money to hollow out an asteroid. Maybe there will be a pool and a bar on the other side of this bush."
I had to admit, the possibility was funny. "If this was just a roundabout way for Nikonus to invite me over for a drink, I swear to the stars above I'll glass Aafa myself."
Kelum laughed. "Glad to hear your in a good mood cap."
"I'm not."
He stood up, ready to get on the move again. "At least you know what a joke is. Did you know I used to work for Jerulim? Head so far up his ass he forgot what-"
The rustle from a nearby bush cut off Kelum's admiration of our ambassador. He trained the rifle on the source, talon itching to let the weapon bark. The pistol in my holster gained a newfound presence as something began to emerge from within the shadows.
"Alright then, come at me you...oh."
The creature that caused us so much worry turned out to be a small lizard, scales verdant, barely the length of my wing. It crawled from underneath the bush and across the dark earth of the clearing. It took a moment to regard us with two beady side facing eyes, before it began on its way once more.
Kelum lowered the rifle, and began breathing once again. "Damn, little buddy there gave me a-"
Before he had a chance to finish, a rush of air came from behind, and a flash of green and gold plucked the lizard off the ground right in front of our eyes. Before we had a chance to fully process what just happened, the bird was away, propelling itself skyward, the unfortunate lizard grasped firmly in its talons.
We stared dumbly as the...predator ascended, then leveled out, before finally disappearing behind the canopy. Kelum went to say something several times, but each attempt only seemed to point his rifle closer and closer to the ground. Finally, he turned to face me directly, his face the farthest point from comprehension it could possibly go.
"Cap, did that..." he didn't need to finish his sentence. I was still struggling to construe it, but we both saw the same thing.
"Yes, it did."
Kelum nodded his head, before turning it back to the sky. "It did..."
As the shock of the lizard being hunted wore off, I managed to have some thoughts on the situation. This place is definitely not the Nishtal I know. The Federation would never let a bird like that exist in any form besides ash. Yet here it was, in a facility no doubt constructed by the Federation. Is that what the note writer wanted us to see?
"Cap?" I turned to see Kelum once again wear that worried expression. "Any ideas?"
"I...don't know. Maybe this is...some sort of facility to study predators? An isolated environment, far from any inhabited planet, where they won't pose any danger?"
Kelum sighed. "I think that's the best we got right now. But that still doesn't explain the town."
"No, it doesn't." At this point, I was worried that the distant collection of buildings we saw would only serve to raise even more questions. Who lives there? More krakotl? kolshians? Is it empty? But standing around wouldn't answer any questions. It'll kill us, given everything we've seen so far. "Kelum, we have to keep moving."
"Yeah, your right, but with all this..." He paused, before looking at me, then himself. "Are we stupid?"
"Uh...what do you mean."
"Cap, we're birds."
"Yes, but..."
"...oh..."
We had become so enamored with our surroundings that we completely forgot the fact that we could fly.
"Yeah, oh." Kelum slung his rifle over his shoulders, and extended his wings out to their full length. "Hopefully we can just fly right over all of this shit."
"Good thinking, wish we thought of-" Another rustle caught my attention, this time from the nearest tree. In the shadowed canopy far above, I could just barely make out something slinking among the branches.
Earth and debris began to swirl as Kelum went airborne. "Something wrong Cap?"
"Nothing, it's just..." Another branch moved, then fell entirely still. Out of all things, why does this seem so...
And then all at once, days spent at the academy flooded back. Memories of illegal histories and textbooks downloaded over the internet, of countless nights spent secretly learning my peoples true history, of why the Federation even considered us prey in the first place.
Oh no.
"Kelum, KELUM!"
"Cap, wha-"
My yell was enough for Kelum to falter, just enough so that the blur that leapt out of the tree missed him by a feathers width. It landed on a trunk opposite to me, claws sharper than an Arxurs digging into the bark. Its earthen fur, which camouflaged it amidst the foliage, now stood on its ends. A growl gurgled from between its barred teeth, and four forward facing eyes trained directly on me.
For a moment we stared each other down, as we both processed the fact that we were seeing specters. My breath caught, my wings were shaking, and I couldn't focus. Partly out of fear, partly out of the impossibility of the whole situation.
Your supposed to be dead. The Federation killed you, they killed ALL of you.
But it didn't care much for the Federation. It only cared about me. Because it was the predator, and I was now its prey.
It launched off the trunk, almost defying gravity as it crossed the gap at a nearly imperceptible speed. I tried to dodge out of the way, but I only managed halfway before an unfathomable pain flashed across my chest and sent my spinning into the earth.
Something warm and sticky filled the space between my vest and chest as my vision faded in and out. Loud pops sounded off one after another, fully killing the already injured silence. That terrible wail once again echoed distantly, cut off by another pop, and the calm returned once again. Shadows invaded the corners of my vision, threatening to overtake everything. As the false sun dispapeared behind Kelum, consciousness finally slipped away.
The pain was the first thing to greet me, followed by the contradiction of the relatively cool air. The battle between them, the pounding agony and the soothing cold, was what awoke me from my imposed slumber.
Fluttering my eyes met we with large splotches of grey and gold, spattered over my vision like spilled buckets of paint. It took several moments for everything to gain defintion, while another spot of blue went back and forth across my sight.
K...Kelum?
Something I did caught his attention, for he stopped in his tracks and immediately came to my side.
"Captain....Cap...can you hear me?"
"I...Kelum?"
"Yeah, yeah, Cap, it's me. It's Kelum."
"Kelum..."
Kelum was standing over me, fatigue dragging at his features. His talons, his wings, his vest, all of him was smeared with violet. Looking behind him revealed that we were in some sort of cave, orange light cascading through the distant entrance. The rock reflected it all, granting the scene an almost...magmatic appearence. Like everything was going to melt right on top of us and burn us alive. My chest already felt much that way anyways.
"Stars above, your awake. I thought you weren't gonna make it."
I managed to look down to see that I was entirely naked, spare for the fithly fabrics wrapped tightly around my chest. They, along with the feathers surrounding it, was also stained a pugent violet.
"Kelum," a cough sent bolts of pain running across my chest.
"Take it easy, Cap, take it easy." Kelum pressed a talon on my shoulder to keep me from gettiing up. "It got you pretty good. You lost a lot of blood."
"Wha...what happened." My memory was still fuzzy, no more defined than my vision mere moments ago. All that was there were feelings, of fear, pain, confusion, and in some small note, even awe.
"That...that thing, it almost got me. If you hadn't had called out, I...fuck, that fall would've done most of the work." Kelum's brevity was all but gone, leaving behind a bloodied, anxious wreck. "And then it pounced on you, got you across the chest. There was so much blood, I thought you were going to..." He trailed off as he considered the possibility. It was still a possibility.
"Hey," I managed weakly. "I'm still here. It hasn't got me yet."
Kelum managed to regain some of his composure. "I...had to use your vest as a bandage. I don't know how long it'll hold, but it's stopped the bleeding for now."
I looked down at my chest again. Somewhere beneath the tattered remains of my uniform laid a gash that nearly ended my life. There was a momentary urge to peel back the fabric to see how bad it was, but that would only hasten things at that point.
"Kelum...if I don't make it..."
"Cap, don't say that."
"Kelum, it's my job as a captain to realistically assess the situation we find ourselves in. And the fact is that I can't fly. I don't even know if I can walk. Odds are that more of those Dakquo are roaming around out there, along with stars know what else. If this," I pointed to my bandage, "doesn't get me, everything else will."
"Cap..." Kelum didn't want to accept it, but I could see that he knew it was true. I was living on borrowed time.
"Kelum, for what it's worth, I wouldn't have chosen anyone else to come with me. Even in this place, you've flown above and beyond the call of duty. And for that, thank you."
Kelum couldn't help a tear from rolling down his cheek, one which he quickly wiped away, leaving behind a little smear of purple. "Thanks cap, it's been an honor serving with you too."
Kelum stood over me for a long moment, before setting down beside me. He glanced deeper into the tunnel , before turning back to face the entrance. "Cap?"
"Yeah?" My breathing was beginning to grow more ragged.
"You mentioned a Dakquo? Was that..."
"Yeah, it was."
Another moment of silence.
It's ironic, isn't it.
"It was a predator from before the Federation arrived. It likes to hide up in the trees, waiting for something to fly past. That's when it pounces. I...became fasncinated with it in my youth. To think, such a powerful creature once roamed our home, that we coexisted with it peacefully for so long. And in an instant, the Federation took it all away. I never thought I would see one. I was never suppsoed to see one. They're supposed to be all dead."
Kelum took another glance back.
"So when I saw it there, about to pounce, a small part of me couldn't help but feel amazed. Something they took from us, something that once defined who we were. And there it was, right in front of my eyes."
I coughed again, and pain roared back once more. Kelum gripped me tighly as it slowly faded, but didn't fully disppear. I didn't have long. Hours, maybe a day or two at the most.
I looked down at the wrap. A small bead of blood peeked out from the wound, which I picked up on the tip of my talon. It glowed pink under the fading light.
"It's funny. It only took a thousand years, but things are finally back to normal."
Kelum glanced back once more.
"Kelum, what are you looking at?"
"I.." he blinked, "I've been trying to ignore it, but there's down the tunnel there."
"What do you mean? Is it-"
"It's not alive, but..." his look said it might has well been. "I'm gonna check it out."
"I'm coming with you." I moved to stand up, but Kelum placed a talon on my shoulder.
"Your not going anywhere cap. Walking around isn't gonna do you any good."
"Like sitting here is." Ignoring my wound scremaing murder, I stood up, and balanced myself on two shaky legs. "I'm not sitting this out. Not anymore."
"But cap-"
"Kelum, I came here because it was a choice I could make. Let me make this one too."
Kelum moved to protest, but only managed to sigh. He unholstered my pistol, and handed it off to me. "If you die now, I'm gonna kill you cap."
That managed a frail chcukle out of me. "Glad to see your still you."
"Fuck, I'm glad too."
Every step was like ten years spent on a cattle farm, but I was able to at least walk. We began slowly creeping deeper into the cave, with Kelum bringing up his weapon light against the encroaching darkness. It revealed something only barely visible from our previous spot, a set of...bones. Inching closer showed that the corpse wasn't of a bird, or that lizard, or even the Dakquo. Rather...
"Wait..." Kelum pasued his light on the skull, where two forward facing sokcets stared back. The snout was elongated, housing row upon row of razor sharp teeth. It rested near what remained of the creatures long tail...and the hands...
"No way..."
Kelum turned his light on one of the hands. Four fingers, and...two thumbs.
"That can't be possible." Kelum swept the light to the other arm, and the story was the same. Four fingers, two thumbs. "No, this can't be right."
It wasn't supposed to be possible, but it was. It was staring us right in the face, with sockets that housed eyes that once terrfied the entire galaxy.
"It's an arxur."
Before we even had time to process the discovery, noises from back where we came caught our attention. Kelum turned towards the light, rifle raised in anticiaption of another attack. I raised my pistol, before a flash of agony nearly sent me to the ground. Something tore, something seperated, and my chest suddenly began to feel too warm. I looked down to see that the bandage had gone loose, and the blood was beginning to run free.
"Oh shit, Kalsim, hold on!"
"It's fine...it's fine." I lowered to the ground as Kelum began frantically ripping off his own vest. The blood was running in little rivers between my feathers as my gaurd despratley tried to stem the flow. But it wasn't working this time. Even with mine and his, the makeshift dressing wasn't enough to prevent what was coming now.
Everything began to fade, Kelums deseperate pleas for me to stay awake, the approaching footsteps, what sounded like voices, all rapdily consumed by the encroaching fog. Even the pain, which seemed to slink away with every passing second.
It was so...peaceful. Even as Kelum began to shake me, even as he was thrown aside by a shadowed figure, I wasn't afraid. Maybe I lost the capacity to be afraid. The path set for me left me liable to be shot or annihilaited at any given moment. I long accepted the inevitability of my death, but I was no hurry to greet it. And now here I was, knocking on the door.
The darkness envloped me entirely, and sensation quickly fell away. Just as I crossed the threshhold, one final thought occured to me:
At least it was all my fault.
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This was just announced today via the discord and Facebook (but seems to contradict the announcement that they would be rotated at the end of the month). It also seems to be a faster rotation than what we saw with the greys and faeries.
Be sure to grab whatever tokens you're seeking before they leave the styling studio!
Royal, robot, and sponge tokens are up next, starting May 15.
edit: This was announced in the Neopets Nation facebook group by TNT Luna, but not on their official Facebook page yet as of 9 AM NST.

Hi, so I have this html code in my Vue component called MainLayout.vue (using Quasar):

Problem is when I change tabs, I push the path to the router but even with keep-alive the pages are reloading when I switch from a tab to another (I tried to log both in the onMounted hooks of the components and in the setup directly and both are getting logged with each switch of the route). Is there any way for me to work around that? I'd like the components to stay loaded so there is no wait time when switching from one tab to another.
Here is the router:

import { createRouter, createWebHistory, } from 'vue-router' import routes from './routes' import { useUserStore } from 'stores/user' import { LocalStorage } from 'quasar' import AuthService from 'src/services/auth.service' /* * If not building with SSR mode, you can * directly export the Router instantiation; * * The function below can be async too; either use * async/await or return a Promise which resolves * with the Router instance. */ const router = createRouter({ history: createWebHistory(import.meta.env.BASE_URL), linkActiveClass: 'active', routes: routes }); router.beforeEach(async (to, from) => { const $userStore = useUserStore() if ($userStore.userData !== null) { const pingResponse = await AuthService.ping($userStore.userData.access_token) const isAuthenticated = pingResponse.status && pingResponse.status === 200 if ( // make sure the user is authenticated !isAuthenticated && // ❗️ Avoid an infinite redirect (to.path !== '/auth/login' && to.path !== '/auth/register') ) { // redirect the user to the login page return { path: '/auth/login' } } } else { const store = useUserStore(); const value = LocalStorage.getItem('access_token') store.token; if (value !== null) { const pingResponse = await AuthService.ping(value) const isAuthenticated = pingResponse.status && pingResponse.status === 200 if (isAuthenticated) $userStore.userData = pingResponse.data console.dir(to.path) if ( // make sure the user is authenticated !isAuthenticated && // ❗️ Avoid an infinite redirect (to.path !== '/auth/login' && to.path !== '/auth/register') ) { // redirect the user to the login page return { name: 'Login' } } } else { if ( // ❗️ Avoid an infinite redirect (to.path !== '/auth/login' && to.path !== '/auth/register') ) { // redirect the user to the login page return { name: 'Login' } } } } }) export default router; 

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Hello, the following items are for sale/trade.
Shipping worldwide with tracking. Estimates for keysets/keyboards:

• Europe and UK: 15-20/25-30USD
• Anywhere else: 25-35/35-75USD

Items I am looking for:

• DSA Deep Space blanks/spacebars (from the OG run only)
• HWS Earls (Singles Night "A Green", multishots; wishlist)
• Lin Dolinger 2017 (fancy colors: pink, blue/grey)
• Lin Dolphin OG (from ~2014)
• Lin Dolphin V2 (with alu weight; two-tone with fancy colors and WKL preferred)
• Lin Dolphin V3 (WKL only, red bottom or full green)
• Lin EM7 OG (from ~2014)
• Lin EM7 V2 (with alu weight; two-tone preferred)
• OG red alu plate for Lin Dolphin V2 SE
• Realforce 87U 10th Anniversary (stock)
• Realforce R2 TKL 10th Anniversary (stock)
• TX-1800 V1

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Lin Whale 75 F13 alu plate and PCB

• Condition: new, unused
• 50USD + shipping for both

TX-84/87 V1 brushed brass plate

• Condition: new, unused; the coating looks/feels uneven on the backside
• 25USD + shipping

Keycult No.1 65
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• Rev. 0 from the January 2019 sale; number 8 out of 15
• Black case with silver aluminum mid-piece, silver aluminum full plate, Wilba solderable PCB with daugtherboard and JST cable, screws and bumpons
• Extra parts: original Wilba solderable PCB, Wilba Graphite hotswap PCB with daughterboard and JST cable, polycarbonate partial plate, white POM full plate
• Comes in the original packaging with original accessories
• Condition: new, unused; apart from a faint darker line on the top piece noticeable under bright light, everything looks flawless
• Trades for OG Dolphin/EM7

LZ CLS
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• Gray WKL kit (top, bottom, brushed stainless steel weight, brushed stainless steel plate, Leeku TX87 PCB with RGB underglow, acrylic diffuser, screws and bumpons)
• Extra Leeku TX87 PCB with RGB underglow and polished brass plate (fixed ANSI layout)
• Extra Hineybush h87a PCB with RGB underglow and brushed stainless steel Alps plate (AT101 layout)
• Comes in a storage case with two microfiber clothes
• Condition: new, unbuilt with some imperfections on the case pictured here (slight top/bottom color mismatch and tiny dent at the seam, anodization banding all around the top piece as well as a couple faint scratches, machining marks/nicks on the weight)
• Trades for OG Dolphin/EM7

LZ MP
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• Silver WKL kit (top, bottom, polished brass plate, brass internal weight, brass side weights, Leeku TX87 PCB, screws, numbered badge and bumpons)
• Number 06/50
• Extra silver aluminum plate (with ISO support)
• The brass plate has a fixed layout (WKL ANSI with support for stepped and regular CapsLock only)
• Comes in a storage case with microfiber cloth
• Condition: new, unbuilt with minor cosmetic imperfections shown here
• Trades for OG Dolphin/EM7

Merisi.Works Dodici
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• Baby blue kit (top, bottom, brushed stainless steel weight, CF plate, PCB, screws and bumpons)
• Extra black aluminum plate
• Extra PCB
• Polycarbonate wrist rest
• Comes in a storage case with microfiber cloth
• Condition: new, unbuilt; everything flawless except for those speckles on the weight's chamfered edge
• Trades for OG Dolphin/EM7

Syryan Mont Cervin

• Tented Alice-style ergo keyboard with integrated wrist rest and variable angle; center bar as well as left and right housings attach to the base using magnets
• Full black kit (black base, black angled plate, black left/right housings, black center bar, clear frosted PC and black aluminum switch plates, hotswap PCB, foam sheets, leather left/right wrist pads, various small parts)
• Comes with a hard foam-padded carrying case
• Extra parts: gray center bar, gray left/right housings with gray aluminum switch plate, two hotswap PCBs, CF switch plate, CF left/right wrist pads
• Condition: one PCB and PC switch plate assembled and used for a few weeks, the rest is unused; tiny scratch on the gray housing and black base
• Trades for OG Dolphin/EM7

TGR 910 RE
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• Polycarbonate case, sandblasted brass weight and plate, solderable PCB, screws and bumpons
• Extra solderable PCB
• Condition: new, unused; all parts are original; the case has few shiny areas/faint scuffs noticeable from a specific angle pictured here
• Trades for OG Dolphin/EM7

LZ PhysiX red
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• Red kit (top, bottom, stainless steel weight plate, CF switch plate, PCB, grommets/screws/bumpons)
• White or black acrylic wrist rest
• Comes in a storage case with microfiber cloth
• Bundle of spare PCB and black or silver aluminum switch plate available for 90USD
• In person, the case is not a shiny red and looks like a dark matte red
• Condition: new, unbuilt; no blemishes on the case except for a couple faint scratches/marks on the underside; all PCBs have been tested
• 400USD + shipping

TX-75 V1
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• Silver top case with original one-off TX polycarbonate bottom
• Built with 54g filmed vintage Cherry MX Black switches and GMK/Cherry stabilizers on a polished brass plate
• Original Leeku TX75 PCB with RGB underglow; SIP sockets with white LEDs are installed in switches; red, green and blue indidcator LEDs are installed; all keys register and lighting works properly
• Spare Leeku TX75 PCB with RGB underglow available for an extra 50USD (not selling separately from this board)
• Comes in a TX bag
• Condition: used as a daily driver for a while; the top and bottom pieces show a few scuffs and scratches pictured here while the weight has some very faint hairline scratches; the spacebar sounds rattly and would likely benefit from some tuning again
• 300USD + shipping

TX-84 V1
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• Silver WKL kit (top, bottom, brushed stainless weight, silver aluminum plate, PCB, small parts)
• One extra brushed brass plate
• One extra PCB
• Condition: new, unused; two tiny dings on chamfered edges and smudge on the backside pictured here
• 300USD + shipping

TX-1800 V2
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• Titanium grey kit with brushed stainless steel weight; acrylic and coated stainless steel spacers
• Built by Kin25 (TX maker) with filmed/lubed 64g vintage Cherry MX Black switches and GMK/Cherry stabilizers on a brushed stainless steel ANSI plate; the spacebar has a 78g Cherry MX Grey switch
• Leeku MX1800 PCB with RGB underglow; SIP sockets with white LEDs installed in switches, warm white indicator LEDs without SIP sockets; all keys register and lighting works properly
• Comes in a large TX bag
• Condition: slightly used years ago; the case has two minor flaws and there are a few tiny scratches on the weight (pictures here)
• Trades for a TX-1800 V1 or 575USD + shipping

GMK 80002

• BL00 base set and Addition kit
• Condition: new, sealed
• 100USD + shipping

GMK Awaken

• Mainframe base kit 100USD + shipping
• Neo-Tokyo base kit 100USD + shipping
• Condition: new, sealed

GMK Camping R3

• Base kit, novelties and spacebars
• Classic base kit or Burgundy base kit available
• Condition: new, sealed
• 200USD + shipping

GMK Cobalt

• Base kit
• Condition: new, sealed
• 125USD + shipping

GMK Cubed

• Base kit, novelties, accents and spacebars
• Condition: new, sealed
• 265USD + shipping

GMK Dracula R1

• Base kit 165USD
• Error kit (without F13) 55USD
• Condition: new, sealed

GMK DMG R3

• Base, novelties, spacebars, and addition kits
• Condition: new, sealed
• 225USD + shipping

GMK Dots R2

• Light base kit
• Dark base kit
• Condition: new, sealed
• 100USD each + shipping

GMK Fleuriste

• Base kit
• Condition: new, sealed
• 125USD + shipping

GMK Olive R2

• Dark base set and spacebars
• Condition: new, sealed
• 150USD + shipping

GMK Prepress

• Base kit
• Condition: new, sealed
• 150USD + shipping

GMK Royal Cadet

• Base and Symbols kits
• Condition: new, sealed
• 175USD + shipping

GMK Space Cadet R2

• Base kit
• Condition: new, sealed
• 125USD + shipping

GMK Striker R2

• Base set, spacebars and Salvun keycap
• Condition: new, sealed
• 170USD + shipping

GMK Sumi

• Spacebars and extension/40s
• Condition: new, sealed
• 35USD each + shipping

SA Handarbeit

• Base, numpad and spacebars
• Condition: new, unused
• 165USD + shipping

Hammer CRP R2 Desko

• Kits: Desko base, Numpad, WKL, R5, HHKB mods
• Condition: new, unused; being from early CRP rounds, a few keycaps may have slightly crooked stems
• 65USD + shipping

Deskmats
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15USD each + shipping

• RAMA Canvas (small)
• GMK Avanguardia
• GMK Modern Dolch 2
• GMK Red Devils

HIBI/RAMA/Salvun keycaps
New, unused
Prices include worldwide shipping

• GMK 80082 (blue): 40USD
• GMK 80082 (pink): 40USD
• GMK Striker R2: 40USD
• GMK Awaken: 50USD
• GMK Dots R2 (colorful): 50USD
• GMK Fleuriste: 50USD
• Keycult (brass with white infill): 65USD
• Wave Liquid Hydro (stainless steel): 65USD

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• Fraktal Kaps Aweigh! (Ectoplasm, Henne-SEA, Penny for your thoughts): 30USD each
• Deathcaps x HWS Revthulhus (Singles Night: AE green, Analog Dreams pink/yellow, A Violet, Serika, Shoko): 30USD each
• HWS Earl Esc (Single Minded BrAF5C37-MT, Singles Night: Nautilus yellow/blue, Cold Cast aluminum): 30USD each
• HWS Earl Esc (Exam Glove Love): 50USD
• HWS Earl Esc (2019 Commemorative): 50USD
• HWS Earl Esc (multishot): April Fooearls 75USD, Prismearl 75USD, Super Sticky Coprophagy 100USD, Labra Do Right 125USD, Princess Treat 125USD, Princess Trick 125USD
• HWS Popsi Skull (Why Sobby?): 100USD
• HWS Popsi Skull (Taro): 125USD
• Vice Caps Dress: Millie 65USD, Nami 80USD

Looking for HWS Earls (wishlist): Singles Night "A Green", and specific multishots
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Bright illuminescant flashes bolted through the dark-lit sky, rushing and raging through clouds seemingly made of gossamer and finely woven felt. You could almost reach out and touch them if not for the raging storm ripping and hollering. It shone and splintered along the sky, splitting into a thousand arcs, each converging and convexing along the stars. Electrical currents spun like lavender spider webs along a farmhouse wall. The arcs traveled, painting a vibrant tapestry along its wake before reaching their climax and releasing a wicked KRAK as the lights slowly faded.
The gossamer clouds wept tears of dull acidic rain that fell, cascading downwards. Down to the swampy fetid fields below. Their droplets splashed and sizzled against the sand, slowly fizzing before hardening into a thin velvet glass before beginning all over again. A sad display of god’s fury laid bare and plain for all to see. The rain had begun just a week prior, but its assault had persisted in a constant pattern ever since. The swamp ached and squirmed in an agonizing way as the rain melted away any sign of basic life.
Puddles of the acidic deluge collected along a road leading to the once fertile silver mine, just three miles from the town of Crestfall. Near the edge of the road, a fork splits off into multiple directions. South of the fork leads to the entrance of Deep Rock Mine. The mine’s entrance stands agape, resting at the base of a mountain. The mine’s layout, a cavern of crisscrossing and haphazardly formed tunnels, awaited past the thick darkness entrapping the entrance. They curve and wind up the spine of the mountain, as well as descend deep into the now dead earth.
The face of the mountain was bare but rough. Rocks jutted and sloped along its curvature, forming a near mesmeric pattern of spiked granite. Towards the peak, a malicious and not all entirely natural pattern emerged. As the acidic rain fell, framing the mountainous backdrop, the pattern watched and waited. An almost human-like visage stretched along the face of the mountain like canvas pulled over a wooden frame. It’s design scorn into the rock itself as if meticulously laid out to warn any who dared breach the confines of the swamp.
Silence lingered amongst the misty atmospheric dredge, save for the muffled and subtle ambietic sounds of the rain. Through the dead foliage and gnarled remains of creatures recently passed, a sound rang forth. Distant exclamation and reverberated clanging rhythmically sounded from deep within the mine. Up and down the mine laid stalactites and stalagmites haphazardly stationed around every corner. Their abrupt positioning cast shadows wherever light felt unable to reach. The mine walls were smooth from years of work and toilage, along with the long uninterrupted tunnels, created an almost echo chamber for sound.
Abrupt crashes and distant thrashes echoed through the winding chamber. Its sounds detailed a fierce battle between clashing swords and fervent blows.
Or so it would seem.
A sword, emblazoned with the sigil of a raven, flew across the dimly lit room. Its body crashes and clings as it skips along the floor, its blade slashing and carving thin lines into the granite flooring as it makes contact with the ground. A fierce shadow sprawls along the cave walls, depicting a struggle between foes.
The wanderer-and recent owner of the raven crested blade-crashes to the floor. Leather straps firmly tied around his shoulder blades catch most of the weight of the fall, but pain still echoed through his nerves.
“Hells! You slimy bastard!” The wanderer winces and yells in a blinded fury. “You don’t play fair, and here I thought we were having a nice sport of it.”
No reply immediately came from his opponent, still standing off near a downed torch. Flame wisped and flicked along the ground, casting shadows and dreaded omens as if they were ripped directly from a child’s nightmare.
At once, the foe stepped forward. The shadows sprawled across the walls painted a disturbing picture of horror and grotesque form. Imaginative figures born from shadows were always so much more terrible than the beings that cast them, but in this case it was clearly the other way around. The foe opposite The Wanderer lurched forward, it's body a gnarled vestige of exoskeleton and mandibles. It almost resembled a large insect, like a praying mantis that decided its evolutionary cycle had not quite finished yet.
On multi-socketed legs, it snapped and convulsed along. Every movement of its body felt agonizing, as if the creature was hastily thrown together by a quite absent god. Various olive and violet fluids oozed and dripped from its husk like body as it vocalized terrible sounds. The creature-seemingly unable to speak-produced noises from its mouth that resembled a mix of gargles and marbles being tossed along a wooden floor. All the while, its grotesque pincer like appendage snapped and clicked almost involuntarily.
The wanderer-still recovering from his fall-slowly pushed his body along the cold rocky ground, his arm still pulsing with pain.
“Oh my, what big mouths you have.” The wanderer teased sounding much more worried than he intended. ‘Always good to keep in control of the situation. Confidence is key.’ As he was always want to say, but this wasn’t an ordinary situation.
His arm traced along the ground, reaching and prodding for his recently lost weapon. Daring not look away from the oncoming threat, he felt nothing. His sword was currently resting near the opposite side of the cave room, resting flat along the ground. Away from The Wanderer’s grasp, far away from being of any further use here it seemed.
Doubt surged through his mind, but only for a short time. ‘Doubt breeds more doubt, and further doubt breeds ruin’, another favorite.
Clenched palms moved along the granite flooring. Leather gloves scraped and bruised as The Wanderer lifted back to his feet, regaining balance and fervor. The arm that had broken his fall felt numb and altogether absent.
‘Dislocated most likely, not a big enough fall to break.’
The insect-like foe-still closing the distance between them-snapped and gurgled in an almost territorial display of aggression.
The Wanderer grinned, placing his uninjured arm against its opposite’s elbow, before violently, yet methodically, pushing it upwards. A clear snap, followed by a dull pop echoed through the room. Feeling began pouring back into his arm as the vibrating itch of numbness faded. Both arms began to raise, fists clenched, the leather gloves creased and squelched from the sheer pressure as his hands formed tightly wounded fists. Fists pointed squarely towards the all not entirely normal creature still gurgling and jerking along the shadow filled room.
“Oh...” The Wanderer began. “I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t enjoy every second of this.” His fists raised up, reaching level with the bridge of his nose. “Come one now, give us yer best.”
As if understanding -and altogether disliking- the series of vulgar remarks thrusted toward it, the creature squealed through its deformed face. The jerking motion its movement seemed to have before was replaced with a fluid dash as it quickly closed the distance between the two adversaries. Arms outstretched as its gnarled and jagged hands opened and closed with violent snaps and twinges. Reaching out, grasping the air between them. The gap closed quickly, much quicker than he anticipated, but not enough to catch him entirely off guard as he shifts weight from right the left. The slender frame of his body flanking to the side of the creature.
Shadows arched and flailed with each movement, creating a strange optical illusion across the cave walls. The subtle shifting wind and osculation of the two fighters created an almost mural of events through the flames. Clashing swords, trumpeting horns and creatures that rivaled the tallest spires in Etheral began to converge into an unrecognizable painting of events. The fire loomed, gazing at the creature, at The Wanderer. Its gaze almost purposeful and full of intent. Neither the two beings made any note of the grand display unfolding around them. Fire is known to be a harsh mentor, and an even harsher ally. If one was to wander too deeply into its wounding gaze, one might find themselves trapped, forever living in the tapestry it painted.
The creature was fast, but nowhere as fast as him. Once useless, now repaired, the dislocated arm wrapped between the creatures glistening forearm, interlocking before weight shifted again. The creature stalled as if to reorient itself to face the man, but its movements were not its own. Quickly and deftly, The Wanderer placed immense weight on his forward foot, counterbalancing against the creature as their locked arms rotated and shifted sideways. Arching forward, the shift in balance quickly broke as the creature began to lift in the air as The Wanderer’s rear leg lifted to relegate pressure onward. Flailing and spewing its noxious fluid, the creature flipped entirely, finally crashing to the floor in a savage crunch. The Wanderer stands above, looking downward as it convulses in a fit of pain (could it even quantify pain) and anger.
A greyish foul-smelling slime coated The Wanderer’s chest and forearm. Small indentions formed along the hard leather surface of his jacket, most likely from the not entirely cosmetic spikes embedded into the creature.
“Alright, now I’d say we’re fairly close to a draw here.” The Wanderer began. “How’s say we handle the rest with a bit more diplomacy and grace? No point and making a bigger stink than we already got, but telling by the state of yourself, I’d say you know all about stink.”
The maddening gurgle of the creature slowed as its body began to calm. Its arms moving outward, sprawling along the hard granite rock as its legs raise along with the rest of it. Wet dew drips along the ground, rippling and casting weird reflections from all directions as the creature steps slowly along their puddles. Slow anxious steps it takes. Its demeanor changes from a wild and disturbed animal to a more methodic and wary being. Eyes of bluish gray sink into its head, pupils moving slowly, analyzing and taking in information. It stands straight, back locked into an opposing stance. God it was big. The man couldn’t much get a good measurement before with its body slouched over in a hermit like stance. It must be at least seven feet tall, equally proportioned from its legs to its torso. The head was rounded, almost human, with its bug-like mandibles protruding in a horrific fashion.
The Wanderer had dealt with creatures before. Along his travels he had come across a litany of monstrous beings; Wargs, Secrolants, Jittering Fiends, Goblins, Spiderlings. None of them quite matched the state of this one. Although he had heard of such beings, none had crossed paths before. The way it moved, the way it thought, it all was abnormal. It's quite simple to take a beast down, some you anger and gain the advantage, some you outsmart, others you can simply scare away. But this one.... oh, he was a different breed entirely. The way its mood could change mid-fight, or how it seemingly understood what was being said. And the way it stared. Thoughts were jutting along in the bug brain of its, and when monsters start thinking, all strategy and preparation goes out the window. Unpredictable is what they become, and prediction was The Wanderer’s bread and butter.
Wary now he waits, staring back at the creature. Locked eyes, they waited. Eyes filled with thought, filled with understanding and reasoning -but most egregiously- they were filled with malice. The fight was not over, they had just reached half-time.
“Let it not be stated that I did not strive for peace and harmony at every turn.” The Wanderer quipped, his hand raised once more, ready for another assault.
A flame flickers, casting shadows once again. Shadows of a man holding wolves at bay, hands outstretched to create a distance between them. The wolves circled and plotted, looking for weakness at every tune, but finding none. Leaves fell, becoming ash as they reached the ground. A fire spreads amongst the ash laden floor, consuming the visage, the man, the wolves. All in consumed in an immense concentrated heat, until the shadows fade to nothingness once more.
The creature meanders onward, just a few steps at a time; looking on as The Wanderer holds his footing, fists raised and ready. Each step of its hard glistening exoskeleton crunches against small rocks and debris sprawled along the cave floor, knocking them aside, producing echoed wails that seemingly bounced from surface to surface. After the third step it abruptly launches at the man, arms outstretched once more in a fit of animalistic fury. Thought seemingly left its eyes as they glazed over into a dull grey, the feeling and reasoning sinking further and further to the back of its mind. The Wanderer grinned, his stance loosening as the soles of his feet began to trace an outline of movement, preparing and readying for a counteroffensive. As its dripping breached the outline, The Wanderer shifted his weight once more, quickly flanking the creature to the side once again, but something was off. His eyes traced the movements of its body, of its arms, of its legs. The animosity in them seemed to almost shift mid attack, becoming lucid and methodical. As if the creature was dancing along with him. Even tracing down to the ground, the footing was wrong. Not his footing. He was always perfect. The dance was memorized, trained, honed to a sharp edge. No, it was the creature’s.
Abruptly the creature’s body shifted, its legs tracing backwards, its torso shifting to the side. A corrective action, a counterattack to his counterattack. Shadows of the pair danced along the cave wall, depicting a wickedly abstract waltz. The creature’s arm whipped outward, its claws barreling towards the thin leather separation between his elbow and forearm. God, it was fast. Faster than The Wanderer. Rip, flash, a bright light, then the crashing of feet as the two returned to their original standing.
It all happened so fast. Faster than he could articulate. He was used to speed, used to tracking and understanding battle situations, creating countermeasures, analyzing the most likely move and executing it within a fraction of a second. All of that was done, but it was all wrong. The creature moved in peculiar fashion, acted as if it were moving on instinct while simultaneously acting with thought and strategy. How could it possibly go both ways?
As he thought, mouth slightly open, breath pouring between his lips in a hot and heavy fashion, he hardly thought of anything else. They had made contact, but there was no feeling. Checking for wounds mid-encounter was generally out of the question with beasts. Often, they gave little time for thought or first aid, but the creature stood and waited. The dull grey look in its eyes were gone again, replaced with the methodical gaze of a strategist analyzing a battlefield. The Wanderer lowered his right arm and traced it along the path of his elbow, reaching his shoulder before he felt it. A definite gash traced about two inches wide, the depth of it couldn’t be guessed, but it had breached the leather. As his hand returned to a fist, warm fresh blood dripped between the fingers, falling and coagulating against the dust and pebbles along the ground. He had indeed been injured, but there was no feeling to it. All felt well, and that’s precisely why all was, in fact, not well.
“You’re a strange one. Not quite like anything I’ve seen before, but I’ll get to know you real well soon enough.”
His eyes moved from the creature, scanning along the ground. Before when this was a simple clean-up, a weapon would be handy, but hardly required of someone with his skills, but this was anything but simple. Parameters had changed, he’d very much like his sword back now.
It was nowhere to be seen initially. The room was dark, with little else than a soft glow from the fallen torch illuminating a small area and casting shadows that obscured others. Then it appeared. Near the feet of the creature, the raven crested blade sat where it had since the beginning of this strange dual. Thoughts echoed along in his head, casting suspicions and doubt in every facet of the encounter. Things were not as they appeared.
A slight grin crept along his face again, before quickly subsiding. “Think I have enough time for one more go of it. Care to lead?”
The creature stood, watching and plotting before the dull grey of its eyes appeared once again, launching it into another fury. It lunged, arms outstretched again, running full speed to the man. He simply stood, his hands loosening from tightly wound fists of rock to loosely packed fists of snow. His palms opened slightly; his footing loosened as the heels of his feet digging into the hard rocky floor. They began to move slightly, tracing a straight horizontal line where he stood as he slowly began to back away. The creature, still in a frenzy, closes the distance fast. Seemingly faster than any previous assault as The Wanderer ceased his slow backing retreat, his feet returning to a strong stance, soles digging deep into the earth. He takes in a breath, his heartrate slowing. The light sounds of the cave begin to grow, becoming more apparent and concentrated. Small droplets of dew falling from the ceiling, wind softly blowing along, echoing through the harrowed halls and the flickering of a flame slowly speaking its ancient language. They all converged, mirroring themselves as The Wanderer’s eyes closed. Time seemed to slow as the creature came closer, its steps further apart, its maddening gurgling seemingly floating away. It stepped, stepped and stepped along the ground, pushing pebbles and dust without thought.
Finally, it reached the line carved into the rock. Its foot crunched, making contact with the earth, and in an instant its eyes reverted again. The grey dullness seeping away to its methodically stategistic norm. In that instant, The Wanderers eyes erupted open. The chittering thing’s arms stretch out for his neck, hoping to seize his artery with its horrific claws. Quickly, quicker than anything that day, The Wanderer moved in a fast range of motions that all seemingly happened at once. His weight once again shifted, flanking the creature. His arms locked into a position of counterattack. The creature quickly issued its own countermeasure, once again whipping its body and throwing its claw outward, aiming higher than before, aiming for his neck.
A flame moved. Shadows formed along the walls once more, although they showed a different scene. A scene depicting two swordsman locked in deathly combat. Their swords swinging violently but with grace and purpose. They clashed a thousand times. Each time sending a spray of bright sparks that swelled through the air creating intricate patterns that lingered before slowly fading.
The creature was stuck, unable to move, unable to continue its assault and unable to return to its desired location. The Wanderer's palm grasped the creature's wrist tightly, locking it into a hold. The grey of the creature’s eyes were completely gone now as its pupils darted around in panic. His hand arched forward, his foot kicking –what would assumedly be- the creature’s calf, buckling its knees and forcing it to the ground. Cracking and popping erupted from the joints of its arm as his grip tightened. It’s gurgling became sporadic, as if pleading to be set free. He simply watched it, once against studying its behavior, its patterns, its mannerisms.
“You really are special. Not like anything in the world I imagine, but what makes you so special.” The Wanderer clenched his hold tighter, the creature falls lower, its face pushing into the cold rock. “You were playing a game, weren’t you? You understand what I’m saying too, and that I can assure you is indeed something special. Predicting my movements, using the techniques against me. You weren’t just fighting for a meal. You were learning, weren’t you?”
The creature clicked and gurgled, chittering against the ground as the hard surface of its arm began to crack.
“Now, I’m not opposed to teaching if I aim to gain something from it, but what I won’t abide is being played with. Now...” He plants his foot against the back of the creature's neck, both arms holding its locked appendage in a pulling motion. “I think I deserve to know a little more about you my foul-smelling friend, and if I’m right up until this point, you outta know exactly what I’m saying. I also assume you know a threat when you hear one. So...” His grip tightens, his leather boot slowly crunched against the creature’s skull. “Tell me what you are, and where you learned to be so damn special.”
The creature’s eyes widen, the dull grey returning, filling its retinas as it begins to violently convulse. A shrill screech fills the room, echoing along the walls, traveling through the twisting and winding tunnels of the long-forgotten mine. Shadows creep along the cave walls once more, scattering and convulsing, twisting into horrid and unimaginable shapes. Creatures that belong to fables and horror tales begin flooding along the shapes as the flame whips and crackles. The torch quickly combusts, the flames turning a sharp blackish violet. Heat bellows from the waves of ember emitting from the now monumental display of hellfire as the shadows multiply, taking over every inch of coverage. The Wanderer’s ears tremble at the immense noise, his vision begins to weaken as the shrill echo reaches a climactic crescendo. Any more of this and it’s all over, lights out.
He looks downward to the creature, its mind warped with whatever dark arts influenced it. His grip tightens as his foot presses firmly against the back of its head. Slow crunching and cracking sounds begin to intermingle with the terrible sounds of its cry. As the boot came down, harder and harder, the creature’s terrible screech began to thin and grow in pitch, like the air being slowly released from a balloon. Then, a horrendous snap before the head was no more. Violet and green brain matter covered the area around its neck as small fragments of skull of tissue caked along the sides of his boots. All at once the cry stopped, and along with it the room slowly began to darken. The flame began to slowly dwindle back to its original size, its color returning to a soft orange glow.
The Wanderer stepped back; his eyes firmly planted on the now deceased creature lying before him. A pool of its blood slowly trickled along the floor, reaching for his sword. Slowly, his body lumbered to the lost blade. Its handle was wrapped in scaled pitch blade leather, its blade a vibrant silver, still glistening with oil. The visage of a raven prominently scorn into the finish of the blade itself. Before the foul-smelling blood reaches the blade, the man slowly leans down to collect it. His body ached, his arms felt heavy and as the world around him began to dim, he retrieved the blade. Weighing it in his hand he felt secure, like a lost piece of him was restored with its retrieval. It felt so much heavier than before, or maybe he had just been weakened from the encounter. He gazed down upon it, his hand clenched hard around the dark leather handle. A dark fluid began to pool around his hand, streaming softly down from his arm.
The Wanderer turned his arm over, now looking at the wound he had taken from the creature’s first counterattack. It didn’t seem very bad, or at least not as bad as previous wounds he’d sustained, but the bleeding was alarming. It streamed softly, almost without notice. The blood itself was dark as well, as if it had already begun coagulation. A strange wound. A worrying wound. Suddenly his head became light, the room began to dim, and the walls started to blur. No, everything about this was wrong.
In the strange lucid state he was left in, he almost didn’t notice the changes around him. A quite fell over the room, the flickering flame seemed to even quite down to a faint whisper. A soft noise crept along the ground. Soft tapping, the sound of pebbles and rock being pushed aside, dust parting between single soft strides. The pain in his head grew louder, his heartbeat thumping from his chest to his forearm, ending finally against his forehead.
What is happening to me?
As if to answer, a rapid movement jostled him back to reality as he quickly turned, sword still gripped tightly in hand. A quick flash of movement rushed towards him, its motioned and sounds all too familiar to him. As nimbly as he can muster, he raises his blade outward in an attempt to impale the newfound enemy now barreling towards him, but a twinge of searing pain in his shoulder halts the attack. All he manages is a defensive stance, sword raised, arm placed behind the blade to prepare for impact as the creature crashes into him.
They both fall, splashing into the violet puddle of dank smelling blood that has pooled along the cave floor. A creature –almost identical to the one lying dead beside him- lies atop the blade protecting his body. Its arms crash against the leather bracers protecting his soft flesh. Claws come crashing down, scrapping against leather, making large slashes in them but not enough to break fully through the thick coating. Slime and mucus drip down from its maw, coating The Wanderer’s arms and neck. His arms are placed defensively against the side end of the blade, separating the two, but he can feel himself weakening further and further. Rough outlines of the creature emerge through blurred vision. Heat travels along his arm and forehead, casting confusion and sweat to pour over his body.
What the hell is happening!?
Suddenly, the creature lunges its head down, breaching the space between the blade and The Wanderer’s neck. Its snapping pincer like mandible opening and shutting in rapid and rabid bites. Before it has a chance to make contact, The Wanderer frees one of his trapped hands and grapples the creature’s head. With strength slowly fading from his body, he fruitlessly pushed back the creature's disgusting face. With every inch he pushes, the creature seemingly gains two. A battle of attrition begins. Snapping, clawing, drooling the creature continues its unending assault. Reach for the soft part of his neck in hopes of ending the encounter in a single bite. Just one slip, and its lights out. Forgotten and left to be fed on to a host of disgusting bugs. The thought rips through his mind, his veins fill with hot fire, his muscles contract creating energy that wasn’t there before. He pushes hard against the creature’s head, pushing it past the breach in the sword until his arm reaches full length.
The energy’s fading, the small window of opportunity’s closing, and for once in his miserable life, he can’t think of a thing to do. The hand not grappling with the creatures head pulls free from the back of the sword. His fingers slowly begin moving, drawing a pattern in the air. Faint lines form, like strokes from a dry paintbrush. Lines sparkle and faintly crackle with weak power, power being sapped away. The pattern is rough and unfinished, its edges not straight, its lines fumbling. The feeling in his fingers is weak. Strength fading, the pattern breaks as his hand twitches before returning to the blade. Fire begins erupting from the torch again, the strange violet flame re-emerges and casts strange shadows once again along the cave walls. Shadows depicting men falling in the thousands, figures standing above them. A strange light emits from the wrecked battlefield as the dominant figures rise, floating above, breaching unending clouds and sending a cleansing fire downward. Fire spreads along the walls, engulfing the shadows, casting them far away as it shrieks and flickers violently. The Wanderer’s vision begins to fade. The world around begins to dull. Rocky walls, granite floors, the creature all fade, losing color and becoming shadows themselves. Heat wells in his head, as tears stream down his cheek.
I can’t.
Shadows slowly engulf him as the energy drains from his arms.
I won’t
The creature’s face inches closer and closer to its target.
This is where it ends.
The fire erupts, banishing the shadows away once more, filling the room with soft orange light as the creature lunges uninterrupted at its prize.
Then nothing. The pain of stabbing pincers ripping along his throat never occurs. Instead, a loud CLAP echoes along the walls. It’s deafening and almost endless, but it's over in an instant. A river of fluid splashes along The Wanderer’s face and body. It’s warm and thick like syrup but smells like rotten apple cores. For a moment, he contemplates if this is death. A strange death, and a strange place to end up, but who’s to know. Before long his eyes opened. The creature that stood hunched over him was still there, but its head was entirely missing. Fragments of skull and viscera lined the walls and floor around him as the creature stood cold, dead. Seemingly out of nowhere, its head just seemed to explode.
“Did...” The Wanderer began quizzically. “Did I do that?”
Before an answer could be given, a shuffle could be heard across the room, hidden against the far wall deep within the dark. Slowly The Wanderer rose, knocking the deceased creature away from him, the feeling and strength slowly returning to his body. He stared off to the dark corner, waiting in vain for his eyes to adjust to the dark. They didn’t. Bending down, he grasped his sword in one hand, and what remained of the faint torch in the other as he cautiously meandered to the muffled sound coming from the dark corner.
“Gods, if it’s one more of these disgusting fucking things, I’m straight gone.”
Slowly, the image of a man appears. He almost seemed affixed to the wall due to some form of slightly translucent webbing sprawled across his body. His feet were a few inches raised from the floor as he hung limply against the wall. A thin layer of the same substance covered his mouth as he muffled violently to The Wanderer, his eyes red and spread as wide as they could go. Near the middle of the webbing his right hand was tightly bound, unable to move. On the other side, it seemed he was able to shake loose enough to free it. A silver revolver with gold carved inlays held tightly between his fingers. Faint trails of smoke emanated from the pistol’s barrel. The smell of spent gunpowder lingered In the air, a smell The Wanderer had memorized.
The Wanderer looked puzzlingly at the man stuck to the wall, before a spark of remembrance and realization came to life in his eyes. Sweat beaded down the side of his head, slowing before soaking into his shirt collar. That chance encounter had taken its toll, and had gone on for longer than he thought, longer than he had hoped.
“Hells man, I had forgotten entirely of you. Why not speak up next time?”
The stuck man convulsed in a fit of annoyance and fury as The Wanderer laughed heartily.

Hey all! I am looking to part with a significant chunk of my collection to help pay for an upcoming move. I am more than happy to negotiate and make bundles! Will be posting more throughout the week, so keep an eye out for more posts! Add $5 for shipping on any order, unless otherwise specified. Payment through F&F highly preferred given my rep in the sub.
As an incentive to move some of the cheaper stuff, add any $5 game for free per $50 spent (before shipping). 1 $5 for $50, 2 for $100, etc!
PS1
GTA2 - CIB, GH -
Megaman X6 - CIB, water damage
Pacman World 20th Anniversary - CIB, GH
Spiderman - CIB, GH
PS2
DT Racer - CIB - $5
Fight Night 2004 - CIB - $5
Ford Racing 2 - CIB - $5
Toy Story 3 - game and case - $5
Thrillville - CIB - $5
Red Faction - CIB - $5
Splinter Cell Pandora Tomorrow - game and case, GH - $5
Stuntman - CIB - $5
Namco Museum - disc only - $5
Gran Tursimo 3 - CIB - $5
GTA San Andreas - CIB - $10
Pacman Fever - CIB - $10
Kingdom Hearts 2 - CIB - $10
Star Wars Bounty Hunter - game and case - $10
DOA2 Hardcore - CIB - $10
Sonic Riders - disc only - $10
Sonic Heroes - CIB - $15
True Crime NYC - CIB - $15
Neopets Darkest Faerie - CIB - $20
NBA Street Vol 2 - game and case, GH - $20
Sly 2 - game and case - $25
War of the Monsters - CIB - $25
Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy - CIB - $25
GTA Stories Double Pack (Vice City Stories and Liberty City Stories) - CIB, missing outer box - $90
PS3
Assassins Creed 2 - CIB - $5
Assassins Creed 3 - CIB - $5
Assassins Creed Revelations - CIB - $5
Assassins Creed Brotherhood - CIB - $5
Batman Arkham City - CIB - $5
Battlefield 3 - CIB - $5 (x2)
Battlefield 4 - CIB - $5
Call of Juarez Bound in Blood - CIB - $5
Bioshock Infinite - CIB - $5 sold
Borderlands - CIB - $5 sold
Crysis 3 - CIB - $5
COD Advanced Warfare - CIB - $5
COD BLOPS - CIB - $5
COD Ghosts - CIB - $5
COD MW2 (2009) - CIB - $5
Dead Island - CIB - $5
Dead Rising 2 - CIB - $5
Destiny Taken King Legendary Edition - CIB - $5
Dirt 3 - disc only - $5
Far Cry 3 - CIB - $5 (x2)
Fifa Soccer 10 - CIB - $5
Heavy Rain - disc only - $5
GTA V - CIB - $5
Medal of Honor Warfighter - CIB - $5 (in a really jacked up steelcase)
Medal of Honor - CIB - $5
Lego Batman - CIB - $5
Skyrim - CIB - $5 (x2)
Sniper Ghost Warrior - CIB - $5 (x2)
UFC Undisputed 2009 - CIB - $5 (x3)
Uncharted Drakes Fortune - CIB - $5 (x2)
Uncharted 2 Among Thieves - CIB - $5
Uncharted 3 Drakes Deception - CIB - $5
GTA IV - CIB - $10
Jeopardy - CIB - $10
Ski-Doo Snowmobile Challenge - CIB - $10
Deus Ex Human Revolution Augmented Edition - CIB - $15
BackBreaker - CIB -$15
NBA Jam - CIB - $20
College Hoops 2k7 - CIB -$25
3D Dot Game Heroes - disc only - $30
Folklore - game and case - $45 sold
PS4
ESO - CIB - $5
Destiny - CIB - $5
Anthem - CIB - $5
The Dwarves - CIB - $5 sold
Super Street the Game - CIB - $5
Project Highrise - CIB - $5 sold
Skyrim Special Edition - CIB - $10
Prison Architect - CIB - $10 sold
Little Hope - CIB - $10 sold local
Dragon Quest XI - $10
Persona 5 - game, steelcase, no slipcover - $10
Crimes and Punishment Sherlock Holmes - CIB - $15
Persona 5 - CIB, steelcase version, slipcover included - $15
PayDay 2 Big Score - CIB - $15
God Wars Future Past - CIB - $15
Street Fighter V Arcade Edition - CIB - $15
Sairento - CIB - $20
Spirit of the North - CIB - $20
BlazBlue Central Fiction - CIB - $20
TMNT Mutants in Manhattan - CIB - $45 sold
Caligula Effect Overdose - CIB - $55
Dead By Daylight Nightmare Edition - CIB - $40
Trails of Cold Steel Decisive Edition - CIB, missing outer box - $85
PS5
Crisis Core FFVII Reunion - Sealed - $40
D&D Dark Alliance Deluxe Edition - CIB - $30
Far Cry 6 - Sealed - $10
Gran Turismo 7 - steelcase version, CIB - $65
Hitman 3 - CIB - $20
Sonic Frontiers - CIB - $20
Wo Long Fallen Dynasty - CIB - $30

Gallery: https://imgur.com/a/noq25o1

Starting prices for single color: (2-4 business days)

Small parts: $45 Minimum charge AR small parts (LPK), handgun small parts, optic mounts, pistol grips, vert grips. Additional (S) items will be case by case. I’m not going to charge another $45 to do a dustcover for example.
Medium parts: Slides, grip modules, Shotgun/rifle fore ends, handguards up to 12”, upper receivers, collapsible AR stocks, ect: $65 each. Additional (M) items of same color: $55 each
Large parts: Handguards 13” and up, A2 stocks, shotgun buttstocks, rifle buttstocks, 18" shotgun barrels, ect: $75 each. Additional (L) items of same color: $65 each

PP F&F / VENMO NO NOTES!

Do you want camo pattern, battle-worn, or something else done? Shoot me a PM with what you're looking for! Just be aware that more complex layouts will have a longer turnaround.
NOTES, INFO, CHARGES
Quick note regarding Pirate Ship. I no longer use it. I have had two claims denied by their 3rd party insurance due to being gun parts and accessories. UPS is also a no go. As of a bit over a year ago they explicitly restrict the shipping of ANYTING gun related (with the exception of rifle scopes) to authorized firearm accounts. FedEx is similar.
PUT. A. NOTE. IN. THE. BOX!: Please include a note with the color you are requesting and the number of items you are having coated, your reddit handle, and best contact info. Saves me so much time! I include this request with my shipping information, but I do occasionally get a package without any info inside. The has me searching through all my chats and message until I can find out who sent what and what you wanted done. You know how easy Reddit’s DM system is to search….
OPTICS: I do most optics including open emitters. Prices vary on the optic. PM for info.
DISASSEMBLY AND REASSEMBLY: Included on common items. Sight installation/swapping included (they will be centered, so if you had them drifted let me know ahead of time). Larger or complex items will vary in cost. PM me with what you have. If you have something uncommon I may need to source a tool.
TURN AROUND TIME: Does not include weekends. Times listed are for "clean" items. It's actually not uncommon for me to have single color items completed faster than projected.
MORE PHOTOS?: Feel free to poke through my profile. (IG link is in there as well) if you want to see more of my work as I cannot post everything here due to guidelines/ToS.
NON-STOCKING COLORS: Non-stock color requests subject to a $20 surcharge.
SHIPPING IS ON YOU: Sending with a prepaid label makes things easy.
CHARGE 1: Quad rails add $10
CHARGE 2: Most spray painted parts are a +$10 surcharge. Slotted and quad handguards are +$20. Adds up to two days to turnaround as it can take time to remove.
CHARGE 3: Extremely dirty items such as a DI upper that's been shot hundreds of rounds suppressed without cleaning and bathed in oil to keep it running incur a $10 surcharge. May add a day to turnaround.
IN STOCK COLORS
H-109 GLOSS BLACK
H-122 GOLD (Very close match for TiN)
H-127 KELTEC NAVY BLUE
H-136 SNOW WHITE
H-143 BENELLI SAND
H-146 GRAPHITE BLACK
H-148 BURNT BRONZE
H-152 STAINLESS
H-157 BRIGHT NICKEL
H-168 ZOMBIE GREEN
H-185 BLUE TITANIUM
H-190 ARMOR BLACK
H-199 DESERT SAND
H-203 MCMILLAN® TAN
H-210 SIG DARK GREY
H-213 BATTLESHIP GREY
H-221 CRIMSON
H-229 SNIPER GREEN
H-231 MAGPUL FOILAGE GREEN
H-232 MAGPUL OD GREEN
H-234 SNIPER GREY
H-236 O.D. GREEN
H-237 TUNGSTEN
H-248 FOREST GREEN
H-250 A.I. DARK EARTH
H-258 CHOCOLATE BROWN
H-264 MIL SPEC GREEN
H-265 FDE
HIR-265 GEN II FLAT DARK EARTH
H-267 MAGPUL FDE
H-268 TROY COYOTE TAN
H-294 MIDNIGHT BRONZE
H-297 STORMTROOPER WHITE
H-298 PLUM BROWN
H-300 HIGH GLOSS ARMOR CLEAR
H-311 PINK CHAMPAGNE
H-301 MATTE ARMOR CLEAR
H-30118 FS FIELD DRAB
H-305 SPRINGFIELD FDE
H-315 NORTHERN LIGHTS
H-319 BLACK CHERRY
H-332 PURPLEXED
H-338 CHARCOAL GREEN
H-34094 FS GREEN
H-343 MULTICAM BRIGHT GREEN
H-345 MULTICAM DARK GREY
H-347 COPPER
H-349 AZTEC TEAL
H-359 SMOKED BRONZE
H-360 CROCODILE
H-8000 RAL 8000
ELITE SERIES: Higher durability. (+$5 per item)
E-100 BLACKOUT
E-110 MIDNIGHT
E-140 JUNGLE
E-170 M17 COYOTE TAN
E-190 (Federal Standard Coyote) 20150
E-290 STORM
AIR CURE: High Heat, Less Durability
C-7600 GLACIER BLACK (+24hrs for cure)

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I am selling two of my keyboards that have been stored away on my shelf for a while.
Ori CLS - 3 // 88 Space Grey, $700 shipped Sold
80% WK version in space grey with gold leaf logo. Built with a hotswap PCB and aluminum plate, HMX hyacinth v2 switches and Swagkeys knight stabilizers. Used for about a month and put away. In perfect condition.
Includes all accessories, packaging, and brand-new extras such as a solder PCB, PC plate, foam kits, and JWT cables.
Owlab Spring Babypowder + black mirror PVD weight, $350 shipped Sold
Alice layout, built with a hotswap PCB + aluminum plate + hand lubed Zaku switches. Comes with a carrying case and an extra hotswap pcb and PC plate.
Please note there are some small cosmetic defects at the two back corners of the PVC weight (as circled in the pictures).
All switches and stabilizers are included for free, or I can remove them if you prefer.
Note:
I am in US-WA, the region in the title is a copy/paste error.
The keycaps and artisan shown in the picture are not included.

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Price decrease.
Please read the post!!
Mostly unbuilt brand new keyboards. Price includes shipping within CONUS. For international buyers, please ask with your location for exact shipping price quote. Please leave a comment before PMing and no chat. Keyboards in the timestamp but not listed in the post are sold.
Keyboards (NOT splitting kits, no trade, all sell only; I am trying to reduce my collection size not maintain!)
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Item	Description	Price
RAMA U80-A SEQ2 Moon Stealth (pics)	Brand new unbuilt. 2 hotswap PCBs, 1 alu plate, 1 PC plate, 1 W02-A Internal Dampener	$700 shipped
LZ Phase ergonomic 65% (pics)	Lifezone Phase silver A-stock. Used sporadically with mill-maxed (7305) PCB & carbon fiber plate. Comes with 3 PCBs (1 mill-max 7305, 2 brand new), 4 plates (carbon fiber (used), red alu, fr4, pc (3 are never used)), 2 inner plates offered during GB, black wrist rest (never used). With LZ branded carrying case. Not splitting extras. Please refer to additional pics for detailed pics of the extras and minor conditional concerns you may have.	$550 shipped
Mako TKL (pics)	Mako TKL in blue top silver bottom brass weight. Used sporadically. Comes with 2 PC plates (1 used, 1 brand new). Tried capturing one minor scratch on front side, please refer to additional pics. Have a personally cut poron foam and a different material foam from GB. 1 brand new unused h87C PCB with 1 Monokei Titan Grey Kaban medium case included.	$280 shipped
KCK KY-01 75% (pics)	Aquamarine (pantone 5463 C) colorway. Very good condition except for one small nick on the right side (please refer to pic, hardly noticeable). Two screw holes in the case were not machined properly and have to use shorter screws (please refer to pic). 1 mill-max (7305) PCB (full backspace, 6.25u, ANSI, used and built with cherry clip-ins on spacebar (for o-ring mounting) and durock v1 stabs elsewhere), 1 extra brand new PCB, 1 brass plate (new), 1 FR4 plate (custom cut, used) dampening foams (3 poron case foams of different thickness, 1 pcb foam) keycaps are not included in the sale, these are just for reference of the layout.	$130 shipped
Geon F2-84 (pics)	Brand new unbuilt Geonworks F2-84 in Black with Sandblasted Brass weight. Includes 1 Alu plate and 1 Hiney H87nu solder FR4 PCB.	$500 shipped
Cablecardesigns Angel 65% (pics)	Brand new unbuilt Cable car designs 65% Angel in silver WK. Includes 2 PCBs, 1 full Polypropylene plate, 1 half Polypropylene plate, 1 full POM plate. Ships in carrying bag. Missing feet (can't find anywhere)	$230 shipped
Bisoromi RS60 60% (pics)	Brand new unbuilt Red WKL. Includes 2 PCBs, 1 alu plate, 1 PC plate, 1 TX stab. Ships in carrying bag.	$390 shipped
Eniigma Vertigo 65% (pics)	Brand new unbuilt grey top white bottom. Includes 2 working PCBs, 1 broken PCB (refer to pic), 1 alu full plate, 1 alu half plate, 1 PC full plate.	$370 shipped

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Lol, every decks a 7.
Well sadly the reality is that everyone's understanding of what a 7 is grey and no one knows what their talking about. Execpt you of course.
Do expensive cards = better cards? I wish it was this simple. There's plenty of cases where this is just wrong.
Anyone can go online and steal a deck layout and just build that. Cedh does it all time. Well, this is easy because there's plenty of players making cedh decks. But what about high powered decks the 8 and 9 of edh. The decks too fair for cedh and far to optimal for your average casual table. You normally can't just find one of these online.
Sadly your average Joe doesn't feel like post a $1500 deck on moxfield that you can steal.
So now what? You can go buy all the staples. But where do you draw the line. Do you know how too? Is there even a point. Maybe looking for the line is the issue.
What is a high powered deck anyway? Every decks a 7 right.

CONTEST NOW CLOSED. WINNER WAS CONTACTED
Hello Neopians of Reddit,
I use the FFC's and got a Rainbow Pool dip from the Fountain Faerie. I'd like to give someone their dream pet as I'm not into customization. I will create a new neopet and transfer them to your account. I'll use a randomizer to draw the winner. This contest will be up until 6:00pm EST and then I will comment on the winner's post.
Please let me know:

1. Your UN
2. Species of Dream Pet
3. Gender of Dream Pet
4. Colour you want it dipped

Winner will be commented on their post. Name of pet can be revealed once winner is contacted. Good luck all!