Cool ways to write theodore

Hello everyone,
I'm headed to Idaho falls for work via SLC and wanted some locals opinions on little towns, lock restaurants, or any cool oddities along the way.

My hands are trembling to the point where I've had to restart this several times. I'm a guy who doesn't scare easily, but this encounter has me shaking like a hit dog. I'm still sitting in my work truck, trying to work up the courage to step outside again. Worse, I'm trying to figure out how I'm going to tell my boss what happened. I was already on thin ice with him, and this shit might cause me to break through to the freezing water below.
But fuck it, because this was weird.
I install cable for a living. I didn't have dreams of stringing cable when I was a little kid, but my previous life choices left me with few options. In high school, I fell in with the wrong crowd. It started with skipping school, sneaking alcohol at weekend parties, and some petty theft, but it didn't stay that way for long. Soon, I dropped out and dedicated my life to committing robberies to pay for my pill addiction. I wasn't living as much as I was running on a treadmill. I did whatever I could to stay on my feet but constantly felt myself slipping.
My bottom came when I was jumped by two guys who sold me pills. I had bought from them before and trusted them, but the feeling was not mutual. Someone had dimed a buddy of theirs out to the police, and he was looking at real jail time. They assumed it was me and beat me senseless.
I was greeted at the door with a punch to the jaw that sent me reeling. My brain, already addled and slowed by Oxi, was in the middle of putting together what was happening when the next punch caught me in the temple. I collapsed to the ground and covered my neck and face as best as I could. The next few minutes were a flurry of punches, kicks, and stomps. When it was all over, I had a broken jaw, a shattered wrist, several wounds that required fifty total stitches, and a concussion.
That's how I kicked my painkiller addiction.
I can joke now, but the next six months were the hardest in my life. The withdrawals I had were the worst thing I've ever experienced. Having them while I was recuperating from my injuries was a circle of hell I didn't think existed. I wanted to die most days and felt lost in the darkness. But sobriety was the beacon on the horizon. Even during my darkest moments, I could still see the fuzzy spark of white light off in the distance. It kept me going. Six months from my beat-down day, I came out the other side healthier but weaker.
I needed a job but had limited skills. Thankfully, I had a former pill buddy who managed to keep steady employment with the cable company. We always got along, and he called in a few favors and hooked me up. I got hired, but it was a struggle. Not the work, which was easy to learn, but dealing with the public without telling them to fuck off. Worse, was trying to avoid the flood of illegal substances that are around you at all times. Customers will offer you weed or pills for all the channels, or bored co-workers will have something to "make the day pass by." It's a lot to dodge, especially if you're in recovery. Whenever I felt the itch again, I'd feel the scar tissue from my wrist surgery, and the itch would pass.
The last week has been one of those "Shit, is it Friday yet?" weeks that seem to be growing in frequency these days. I don't want to bore you with the details, but needless to say, most nights, I needed to reach out to my sponsor and have them talk me off the ledge. We recently had a turnover at the executive level, and my new boss Rory was a tremendous cock. A rager at levels science hasn't ever seen before. Just the worst dude imaginable.
Part of Rory's new crusade was coming in and firing a bunch of guys. The company called it "checking for redundancies in the labor force," but we all knew what it was. He was picking off two classes of people: high earners and guys with spotty pasts. I was in the latter group and imagined it was just a matter of time before my number got pulled. I was on pins and needles all week. I made sure I was the greatest cable installer you'd ever meet. So far, I was getting high marks but the forced joviality was wearing thin.
It's safe to say my joy had left on a one-way ticket. I have no clue when—or if—she'd return.
Back to this shit. I had just finished up my last job of the day when my work phone started buzzing. I cursed and thought about not answering, but the threat of unemployment loomed too large for me to do that. I picked up and knew from the jump my day was far from over. Denise from dispatch asked if I could cover a job left hanging because of "scheduling conflicts" (see: the original installer had been let go). It was near where I was and was a simple install.
I gritted my teeth and agreed. I liked Denise and knew she was worried about the hammer falling on her, too. She thanked me profusely, and promised to bring me cookies tomorrow. Since she's a hellcat in the kitchen and getting close to a dispatcher never hurts, I said no worries. I hung up, balled up my jacket, and screamed into it. I felt better after that.
981 Maple Street was about five minutes away, but it felt like a world away. Maple Street was at the end of the neighborhood where large swaths of grass fields faded into a thicket of woods. The woods rose up into the foothills until they graduated to mountains. To borrow a phrase from Shel Silverstein, the house resided where the sidewalk ends.
The house, an off-white birdhouse ranch type, was a little run-down but no worse than any of the others that populated this neighborhood. This place had been hit hard by economic times, and property values had plummeted. It was slowly recovering. In five years, this would be a place most current residents wouldn’t be able to afford. The front yard had a large oak tree that looked amazing but had killed the grass under its canopy. The rest of the yard looked well cared for.
I knocked and heard a few voices talking on the other side of the door. It opened, and a man in his late 40s stood there with a steaming cup of coffee in one hand. He was tall and thin, save for a middle-aged paunch. His face was starting to crinkle at the edges, but he was southern California middle-aged, which meant he was holding up pretty well. He did look tired, though—the bags under his eyes were full-on steamer trunks.
"You with the cable company?" he asked, knowing I was.
I nodded. "You requested an install, right?"
"Yes, I did. Please, come in."
He opened the door wide, and I walked in. The house was pretty bare with a bachelor pad aesthetic. That didn't make much sense since I heard a female voice talking to him. I assumed it was his wife. I believe in a lot of wild shit, but to think that a wife would be fine with their house decorated like a 23-year-old bachelor lived there was a bridge too far.
"I'm Tom," the guy said, extending his hand. I shook it. "What did you need from my end?"
"Do you know if there was a previous hookup here?"
"Ugh, yeah. There is one in this room and another in the back bedroom."
"Okay. I should put the modem in a spot that'll hit the whole house. The signal can get wonky if it's in a room behind a wall or bricks or anything."
"This room is probably the best spot then," he said.
"Perfect. I have to get under the house, check the old connections, and replace some parts. Where's your hatch to get under the house?"
"Oh, it's around back. You can exit out this side door and walk through the backyard. It's on the eastern side. You might need a screwdriver to remove the grate. Do you need one?"
I pulled a screwdriver from my pocket and showed him. "I should be good. Thank you, though."
"I should've guessed you'd have one."
"I appreciate your concern. Is there anything in the backyard I should be worried about? Dogs? Kids? Wild dogs? Wild kids?"
It was standard banter, and it always got a chuckle out of people. Same thing happened here. "Nothing to worry about," he said. "You should be good."
"Alright. I'll get started so you can get online as soon as possible."
"Great! If you need anything, I'll be doing some work in the back bedroom."
I nodded and headed for the side door. The dining room door led to the pie wedge-shaped backyard, which was larger in the back than the front made it look. The grass was as cooked as its kin in the front, but islands of green weeds seemed to be thriving. In the corner of the lot, an old metal shed stood, rusted to the point where I assumed divine intervention kept it standing. It seemed to have been there since the house had been built – or maybe several decades before.
When I turned the corner of the house, I spotted a woman and child staring into the corner of the yard, their backs facing me. The Woman wore a faded blue dress that fit her well. Tom had, it seemed, out-kicked his coverage with her. I didn't want to startle them, so I offered a friendly "hello" to the pair. The kid started to turn, but the mother placed a hand on their shoulder and kept their heads facing away from me. I squinted along the treeline, trying to see what they were concentrating on, but I didn't see anything unusual.
Just wanting to be done with the job, I let them be and moved on. I turned another corner to the house's short side and spotted the grate leading to the crawlspace. The grate looked as old as the shed, and I wasn't sure I would even need the screwdriver to open it. Hell, I was sure the thing would disintegrate in my hands as soon as I touched it.
I crouched and was about to pull it off when I heard something rustling near me. I glanced back to where I had seen the mom and kid, but they were gone. I assumed I had heard them leaving. I pulled the grate off – I was right, no screwdriver necessary – and as I set it aside, something caught my attention out of the corner of my eye.
It was the kid. A boy around eight or so. But they weren't staring at me exactly. They were looking away from me, staring up at the roof line. I found it odd. Clearly, the kid wanted to talk to me but had turned their back on me. I coughed to let them know that I knew they were there, but they didn't respond.
"Hey man, what's up there?" I said.
"Nothing nice," he said, still keeping their gaze away from me.
"Oh," I said, "Not going to hurt me, is it?"
"Maybe," he said.
Not the answer I was expecting. "What is it?"
"They told me you'd know soon enough."
As he said that, I felt something crawling across my hand. I pulled my hand away from the house and shook it. I saw a spider land in a pile of leaves and scurry away. I let out a nervous laugh. I'm not scared of spiders or anything, but the shock of being told some unseen thing was watching me and didn't look pleased, coupled with the sensation of something on my skin, was enough to justify a quickened heartbeat.
I looked back at where the kid had been standing, but he was gone. I chalked it up to kids being little weirdos and went back to work. The faster I could get this installation done, the quicker I could go home and smoke a bowl. I let Kush be my guide. I put up my hood, turned on my small flashlight, and shimmied through the opening under the house.
I know guys who've worked for the company for years and still dread going into a crawl space. Granted, it's not my favorite thing to do, but I don't mind either. The bugs can be a nuisance but if you don't bother them, they tend to not bother you. Same with rats and mice. Raccoons, though? I crawl out and call animal control. Those little dudes are cute but nasty as all get out. My path today was nothing but cobwebs, so I was okay.
I flashed my light around and saw where the cable line went up into the living room floor. My job here was to ensure the coaxial line's integrity was still good. If it had been chewed on or anything, I'd replace it. Sometimes, I just replaced it anyway—saving myself a potential job later down the line.
I crawled over to where the line came in from the pedestal and started my once-over. I not only looked for any damage but also ran the line through my hands to make sure my eyes didn't miss anything. I was under the dining room area when I heard that side door close.
I stopped. Tom said something, but it was muffled. I wanted to be nosy, so I waited a beat to hear if anyone spoke back to him. Someone did. It was soft and quiet – I assumed it was the Boy – and I didn't make out what they asked, but I did hear Tom's response. In a firm voice, he said, "No, not right now. Run along."
There were footsteps over me that faded into another section of the home. Tom said, "He always wants to jump the gun. How many times do I have to tell him?"
I suppressed a laugh at the last line. It's the official father's lament. I kept moving my hand down the line and didn't feel nicks along the cable. In fact, on closer inspection, the line looked almost new. I was planning to change it, but this looked like it had been installed last week.
I could hear someone walk into the living room as I reached the spot where the line went through the house. Another pair of footsteps followed the first, and I heard a breathy but detached woman's voice ask, "Can we show our faces now?"
"I just told the boy 'no.' What makes you any different?" Tom said, an edge to his voice.
A chill raced through my body. I knew those words, but this conversation made me feel like I spoke another language. Can we show our faces? Why would you not?
"Do you think he'll see us?"
"If I have my way," he said, not finishing that thought. "Leave me be. I must try to get some things done before he leaves, and you two keep bothering me."
What did Tom mean to get some things done before I left? What did he have in mind? While trying to process all this, I heard something shuffle in the darkness just beyond my flashlight beam. I moved it around, trying to see the telltale glowing eyes of varmints, but nothing flashed back at me.
I heard something shuffling again, this time down by my feet. I cocked my head as best as I could and shone the flashlight into that corner of the house but, again, there wasn't anything else down here but me and a thousand spiders. I sighed and finished my inspection of the wire.
As I turned to crawl back out from under the house, I heard somebody sneaking around on the floor above me. The wood groaned as the person moved slowly. I wasn't sure what they were doing, but they wanted to keep it a secret. A shadow fell over the pinprick of light from where the cable went into the house. Someone was standing over it.
"Can you hear them down there? Moving in the dark?" It was the Boy. “They like the dark.”
"What are you saying?"
"The little shadows," he said, "They live down there. Do you hear them?"
This kid was creepy as hell. "I, ugh, I can't hear you, dude," I said, inching my body away from the wire, "We can talk inside."
"They're going to get you, but that's okay," he said, "It only hurts for a little bit, and then you're fine."
Fuck. That. I had no desire to respond to that nightmare of a statement. I hastened my inch-worming, heading back towards the open hatch. As I did, I heard more movement in the darkness around me. I tried to ignore it, but it was a fool's gambit. It was impossible to ignore.
I was getting closer to the opening when I saw a pair of tiny legs walk in front of the hatch. It was the Boy. How did he get there so quickly and without me hearing him run on the floor? I didn't have time to run through the scientific method because the Boy leaned down and placed the metal grate back over the hatch.
"Hey! Hey!" I yelled. "I'm still under here!"
The Boy didn't stop. Instead, he placed a trashcan in front of the grate, enshrouding the entire crawlspace in darkness and trapping me inside.
"Hey! I need you to move that!" I screamed. No response. I raised my fist as high as possible and punched the floor above me to hopefully get Tom’s attention. That was a mistake, as I managed to punch straight into an old nail. I felt it puncture in between my knuckles. The pain was instant, and I let out a howl.
I shook my hand and swore a blue streak. I reached up with my other hand, felt the tip of the nail I had managed to punch, and found a flat spot next to it. I banged hard on the floor and yelled again for some help. Nobody responded. Not at first.
Then I heard someone chuckle under the house.
I couldn't locate where it had come from because it sounded like it was all around me. I swung my light around as best as I could but didn't see anything. No glowing eyes, nothing. I inched forward a bit, and someone laughed again – this time, it was to my right. I turned my light in that direction and saw a sudden flood of light fill the space under the house.
"What the hell?" I said, my desire to leave overtaken by a desire to know what was unfolding next to me.
A pair of kid legs dropped down from the hole in the floor. I realized then that the hole must be an interior crawlspace. The kid had blocked off the metal grate and opened this hatch for some reason. While he dropped his legs down, he didn't move any further.
"Hey, you have to open that metal grate," I yelled. "I don't want to be trapped down here."
"They told me they needed you," he said, followed by a slight chuckle.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" I said, not caring that I was talking to a child. "Open the goddamn grate!"
"The shadows are approaching," he said, pulling himself back into the house. He placed the lid back on the hole, and I was trapped in the dark again. I cursed to myself and started pounding on the floor again.
"Hey! Someone come help me!"
That's when I felt something run across my legs. I nearly jumped out of my skin. It didn't feel like the tiny claws of a passing rat. It was cold to the touch, but as it hit my skin, I felt a burn in my bones. It's hard to explain, but I felt both extremes simultaneously. Whatever it was skittered off into the darkness of the other side of the crawl space.
The kid started laughing again, which brought me back to reality. I army crawled as fast as I could to the grate. I balled up my fist and punched in the middle of the metal. The blow knocked the old nails out of the wall, and the grate broke up. I was about to push away the garbage can when it suddenly wheeled out of the way.
I saw Tom's legs standing there.
"You okay?" he asked, concern in his voice.
I got out from under the house so fast that I left a me-sized dirt cloud in my place. Once out, I shook my body loose as if I had things crawling all over me. Tom watched but didn't say anything at first. We finally locked eyes, and he could see the rage, fear, and confusion on my face. He wisely waited until I spoke first.
"What the hell is wrong with your kid? He blocked me under there and taunted me from the indoor crawlspace."
"What are you talking about?"
"He told me the shadow people or something were watching, and then he blocked me under the house!"
Tom's face twisted up into confusion. "I...I don't understand."
"I can't make it any simpler, Tom!" I screamed, letting unprofessionalism take root.
"I don't have a kid."
It hit me like an Ali right cross. My vision got dizzy, and I struggled to catch my breath. I stared at his face, looking for the sign of a lie or a joke, but he was as stone-faced as an Easter Island statue. After a beat, I found my sense again. "I heard you talking to him in the living room when I was under the house."
"One, I was on a phone call. Two, are you spying on me? What the hell, man?"
"I wasn't spying, and you weren't on the phone," I said. I also heard you talking to your wife. She asked you if she could show her face or something."
"I don't have a wife either."
I shook my head. "I fucking saw them in the backyard! They were staring at the fence!"
Tom paused and cocked his head to the side. When he spoke, it was softly, trying to calm me down. "Are you...did you have a few drinks before the appointment? Or a pill or something? No judging – I know pill heads. I won't report you or anything, but I understand if you need to come back tomorrow with a clearer head."
"I'm sober," I said, gritting my teeth. "But I know what I saw. What I heard."
"As the tree said to the lumberjack, I'm stumped," Tom said. "You look a little flush. You want a bottle of water or something? I can show you I'm here all alone."
My adrenaline had seeped out of my body, and I was starting to feel like myself again. I nodded at Tom, and he smiled. "I'll go grab you one. Do you want to come into the AC?"
"No, I'm okay. I need to double-check the connection to the pedestal."
"Sure. Be bright back," Tom said as he walked off.
But I had no intention of checking the connections. I was going to check on Tom. I didn't believe him at all. Something weird was going on, and I needed to know what. As soon as he turned the corner around the house, I broke out my flashlight and headed back to the crawlspace.
I dropped to the ground and shone my beam into the darkness. Something had crawled on me, and I wanted to see what it was. I moved my light into every section of the crawlspace but saw no eyes glowing back at me.
"If you're under there, call back."
There was nothing. I was starting to feel like a paranoid idiot. I called out once again just to be sure, but again, nothing called back. I shut off my light and sighed. I started pushing myself back to my feet when I heard a faint woman's voice call out, "Can we show our faces now?"
"Not yet," someone hissed from the trees above me. I snapped my head up, expecting to see someone hanging on a branch over my head, but I just saw green leaves.
"Can we show our faces now?" It was the Boy. It sounded like he was on the roof. I shielded my eyes and glanced at the roof but didn't see him.
"No. He's not ready yet," someone whispered in my ear. I snapped around, throwing a punch as I did, only to slam my fist into the fence. I felt one of my knuckles crack as it hit the wood, and the pain shot up my arm like lightning. Within seconds, my hand started to puff up, and blood dripped out the wounds.
The Boy chuckled again. It came from under the house. I looked down at the grate and saw his legs disappear into the darkness.
"Hey!" I called and dropped to the ground. I pulled out my flashlight and shone into the darkness again. I was confident I'd see him, but he wasn't there. Nobody was.
I sat up and felt goosebumps turn my arms into braille. I glanced over to the corner of the house and was surprised to see the disappearing hemline of the faded blue dress. I rushed over to the corner and didn't see the Woman. I saw Tom with a bottle of water.
"You okay?"
"Where did that woman go?" I asked, my voice panicking. "She was just here."
"Sir, do you need me to call your boss for you? You're starting to scare me."
"What's up with this house? Is it haunted?"
Tom started laughing. "I hope not. I just moved in. I'd hate to have roommates again, especially ones who leave ectoplasm all over the place."
As I stared at him, I saw the Woman and the Boy emerge from the other corner of the house. They looked up on the roof, their faces obscured by their hands and the sun. I pointed a finger at them and screamed, "They're right there!"
Tom spun around and looked, but there wasn't anything there. He turned back to me, not sure what to say. Instead, he handed me the bottle of water. "I gotta be honest. I didn't see anything. Drink the water...you might have heat stroke."
I threw the bottle on the ground. "I don't have fucking heat stroke. I have a man that's lying about these things." I got close to him. "What did you have planned for me? Why do they keep asking to show their faces?"
"I don't," he said, but I didn't stay to hear him finish his thought. I walked right past him and turned the corner of the house. As I did, I saw the blue hem disappear through the door that led to the kitchen. I followed right behind her.
I walked into the house, which was as silent as a corpse. The Woman and Boy were nowhere to be seen. "Hello?" I called out. "I just saw you guys walk in here. Where are you?"
The door behind me opened up. Tom walked in, his face reddening with anger. "You can't just walk into my house."
"I saw them walk in. Where are they?"
"I keep telling you, it's just me and you here. Now, if you want to finish your work…."
I walked away from him and headed toward the bedroom where I had seen the Boy standing. I wanted to check that crawl space. The room was empty, not even a moving box in there, so finding the hatch that led under the house was easy. I went into the closet and pried the hatch open.
Tom entered the room behind me, more confused now than angry. "I don't want a line run through here."
"The Boy was standing in this spot. I saw his legs. I spoke to him. He told me the shadows needed me for something." I glared down into the darkness under the house. Despite Tom's feigned declarations that there wasn't another person in the house, I knew he wasn't being honest.
"Okay, I'm pretty sure you're back on pills and in the middle of a delusion," he said.
"How did you know I had a pill addiction?"
"The way you're acting, it wasn't a hard guess."
"I'm sober, but I did have a problem with pills. I never told you. I don't tell anyone."
Tom stood there, confused about how to answer. I stood up and stared him down. He looked away, but I didn't move my gaze. "Who are you? Who put you up to this? Was it Rory? He trying to get me fired?"
Tom's shoulders sagged. "You got me," he said. "Rory hired me to get you in trouble. I'm... I'm sorry. He offered me free cable for a year and assured me you were a bad guy and, well…. I'm weak."
"That's really fuc…," I stopped. "You're lying. Right now. You're lying. Why?"
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something dash past the open crawlspace hatch. I turned to the hatch opening and then back to Tom.
"Are you trying to stop me from looking in there?"
He didn't respond.
"What's under there?"
"He is," he said. "The Boy. He hides under there all the time. He has...friends down there."
"The shadow people?"
Tom shrugged, "What he calls them. I call them a menace. Impossible to get my work done with them causing a racket."
"What work?"
"Things you'd never understand in a million years," he said, "Things beyond your brain's capacity to imagine. Things that will help usher in a new world. Your kind's time is coming to a close. My work represents the new order."
I stared at him. I wasn't sure if I should run away or punch his lights out. Instead, I just spat out, "Bro, what the fuck?"
"Can we show our faces now?" the Boy called out from under the house.
I looked down at the hatch and then back at Tom. He nodded toward the opening. "Do you want to see your future?"
"Fuck it," I said. I got down, grabbed the sides of the opening, and lowered my head under the house.
I kept my eyes closed for a second, assuming I'd either see something horrifying or something would hit me in the face. When nothing struck me, I opened my eyes. It was dark, and I couldn't make out anything.
"There's nothing under here," I said.
"Can we show our faces now?" said the Boy from somewhere under the house.
"Show him," Tom said.
I sat back up, grabbed my flashlight from my pocket, and flipped it on. I looked at Tom, "If you try anything, so help me, God."
Tom just smiled. I looked back down at the hatch and sighed. I was suddenly hit with a bolt of common sense. What was I doing? My internal alarms were going off and I was ignoring them. Curiosity had gotten me this far, but my fight instincts were starting to lose to my flight. No job was worth this.
"Man, fuck this," I said, reversing course and standing. I turned to confront Tom, but he was gone. I hadn't heard him leave, but there wasn't a trace of him there. "Tom? Where the hell are you?"
He didn't respond, and I decided that I had hit my "weird shit" quota for the day. I closed the closet door and headed back into the living room to grab my gear. I'd call dispatch and tell them someone else had to come out and finish the….
The wood floor cracked, splintered, and gave way when I put my weight on it. I fell through the floor and landed with a thud on the dirt in the crawl space. On the way down, I hit my ribs on a crossbeam and heard them crack and knock the wind out of me. As I lay on the dirt, writhing in pain, my lungs did their damnedest to find a breath. It couldn't, and my vision started to blur at the edges. For a fleeting few seconds, I envisioned my death on a dirty crawlspace floor. It wasn’t comforting.
I rolled onto my back and finally took in a massive gulp of life-saving air. The blurring vision subsided, and all that remained was the aching pain of a busted rib. My muscles around my rib cage spasmed and pulled tight against my lungs. After the initial big breath, I could only take shallow gulps because the pain was searing.
I lay there for a few seconds, collecting my thoughts, when I felt something skitter across my legs again. I kicked out of instinct but didn't hit anything. Instead, I heard the chuckling again. My flashlight had fallen out of my hand. I found it and turned it on.
This time, I did see something. Pairs of eyes—dozens of them—watched me from the darkness that surrounded me. These weren't possums or rats. I never hoped to find a raccoon under the house more than I did at that moment. I knew whatever these things were, they weren't natural and they wanted to harm me.
"Still want to know what they plan to do to you?" the Boy asked from behind me.
I turned around and shone the light where I heard the voice. The Boy was lying on his stomach, his face looking down at the ground. All I could see at the moment was the top of his head.
"Wha-what's going on?" I said, the light bouncing from my trembling hand.
"I can show you my face now," he said. He raised his head and….
The Boy didn't have a face.
He had the space for a face, but there were no features whatsoever—nothing but pale pink skin pulled tight across the front of his head. At that moment, the image of a wooden art figure came to me.
“What the ever-loving fuck?"
"Want to see something really scary?" the Boy said, his lack of a mouth not stopping him from speaking. He raised himself onto the tips of his fingers and toes and started skittering toward me, laughing as he did.
I clambered out of the crawlspace as fast as my battered body could carry me. I got out of the hole and onto my feet and let out an ear-splitting scream.
The Woman in the blue dress was standing next to the hole in the floor. Like the Boy, she didn't have a face either. But I could feel her eyes on me. Looking into my mind. Into my soul. She stepped toward me, and I bolted for the front door.
I whipped it open and was greeted by Tom standing there, blocking me. He grinned. "Leaving so soon?"
"What the hell is going on?" I asked, checking behind me to see if the Woman was still coming toward me. She was, and she was gaining quickly.
"Can we show our faces now?" he asked with a laugh.
I turned back to Tom and nearly had a heart attack. His face was gone. I could feel my heart beating in my ears. My legs were jelly, but I kept myself propped up. The human desire to survive can perform miracles.
Tom reached out and pointed at a spot on the far side of the living room wall. I turned and saw three skinned human faces hanging from old nails: a man, a woman, and a boy.
"You're turn to join us," Tom whispered. But the voice wasn't said out loud. It came from inside my own head. "We can always use another body around here."
My brain clicked into action and sent an all-points bulletin to my limbs. The message was simple and actionable – "Get the fuck going, you dope."
I felt my hand ball into a fist and spun. It landed where Tom's nose would've been. It should've knocked him back, causing him to stumble and giving me time to run. But that didn't happen. Instead, his face pulled apart, letting my fist slide right through. It closed on my arm, trapping me.
I yanked and yanked, but my arm would not dislodge from his face. I glanced back and saw the Woman nearly next to me. The Boy was climbing out of the hole, moving like a cockroach. I looked back at the wall and saw Tom's hanging face silently laughing.
Something about those silent laughs cut me to my core. They were laughing because Tom thought he had outsmarted me. He had beat me. That my face would soon be hanging on the wall next to theirs. I wasn't going to let that happen.
I saw a loose brick on the walkway, and a plan flashed in my mind. I yanked hard, sending Tom stuttering forward enough for me to wrap my finger around the brick. I brought it up and sent it towards his face. As expected, the face parted again, and the brick flew through easily.
But as soon as the face curtains pulled aside, I yanked my arm free. With my limb free, I took off in a mad sprint for my truck. I got inside and fumbled my keys as I tried to start the engine. Tom, the Woman, and the Boy stood together at the front door and watched as I got the van going and rocketed down the street.
I drove like a madman for ten minutes, trying to put as much space between me and the house as possible. I finally stopped at a gas station to collect my thoughts. I was jittery, and my mind was swimming, but I was also relieved. I had gotten out.
I collected myself and called Denise to tell her I couldn't finish the installation at 981 Maple Street. I was going to suggest we cancel the order and not send another installer there. That's when the conversation took a turn I wasn't expecting.
"Where have you been? You were supposed to be off an hour ago," Denise said when I called her.
"I was trying to finish the install at 981 Maple, the one you sent me to."
"I didn't send you anywhere," she said. "With how insane Rory is being about overtime hours, I'm trying to keep everyone below the threshold."
"What are you talking about? You called and asked me. You don't remember," I said, a bad feeling growing in the pit of my stomach.
She gave me a nervous chuckle, "I swear I didn't. Are you feeling okay? You gotta come back. People are waiting for the van."
"I can prove it. I have a record of you calling me on my phone," I said. I opened my call log, and my jaw dropped. There was no call from Denise. She was telling me the truth. But if she didn't call me, who did?
"Rory wants to talk to you when you get in. I wouldn't mess around, he seems pissed" she said before hanging up.
I haven't moved since. I wanted to write this down because I felt like it needed to be recorded. Something supremely fucked up is happening at 981 Maple Street. It nearly got me. It still might. To think, on any other typical day, a surprise conversation with my boss would be the scariest thing that could happen to me. Funny how seeing a faceless ghoul can prioritize your problems. If you're hired to do work there, turn it down. Trust me, it's not worth it.
"Can we show our faces now?" they asked. "Fuck no," should be the only response.

Disclaimer: This is in no way meant in an offensive way!
One of my best friends (been friends for 14 years) has ADHD and when we're together it's just great! She inspires me with her way of viewing the world time and again and she's a very empathetic and fun-loving friend whom I can always confide in and admire for her spirited nature.
BUT: whenever we're not together, it's as if she just completely forgets about my existence or plans we made. For example, I was supposed to meet some of her friends who had come to visit. For three days she would write to me in the morning, make plans, only to forget all day and apologise for having forgotten to check her phone, let alone write back. That's just one of a few examples.
As someone who doesn't have ADHD, I find that awfully hurtful and disrespectful (I cancelled other plans to meet her friends, only to spend the whole weekend alone because I was naive enough to believe she would actually stick to plans). I also don't feel like her apologies are serious, as it just sounds like oopsie...sorry..let's meet tomorrow then. Also, I personally only display this kind of dismissive behaviour towards people I genuinely don't like, doing things like cancelling on short notice or not sticking to plans, so my interpretation of her behaviour is a bit biased in that direction.
My question now: how does someone with ADHD just forget about their friends? Like don't you sometimes wonder what you would usually do and why you haven't talked to a friend a close person for a while? Or that someone in the group is missing? Don't friends ever cross your mind? I'm genuinely trying to understand not just the thought process, but also the sentiment that goes with it.
Any input is appreciated to help me understand better :)

Sorry for the long post. Thanks for your patience and I appreciate all comments.
Even though it was an arranged marriage, I loved him from the moment I spoke with him over the phone. However, something inside me hesitated. I noticed things starting to go wrong, and there were several obstacles leading up to the fateful day of our marriage. On our wedding day, I told everyone he was charming, proclaiming my love for him in public, unaware of what was coming.
Long story short, I wasted 5 good years of my life with this person and lost five more years trying to recover. I was married to a narcissist and became a victim of his abuse under the guise of marriage. Ex-husband managed to isolate me from my own family and made sure I cut all ties with my friends, leaving me available only for him and nobody else. As a result, there was no one supporting me when I broke ties with him and finally came out of that toxic relationship.
There were days when I woke up wondering why I was still alive. Growing up, I was reliant on my family, and my introverted nature didn't help me overcome my insecurities. I let others decide what was best for me. My narcissistic father, abusive mother, and sister abandoned me, offering no help when I finally left my narcissistic ex-husband. They did not believe a word of what I said. The most they did was call me crazy for trying to leave a "perfect" husband and suggest I seek psychiatric help.
Heartbroken and weak after another surgery, unable to comprehend my situation, and refusing to take medication for undiagnosed bipolar disorder and schizophrenia, I flew back home abroad. My ex-husband left our daughter at his house without asking me. When he returned, he informed me he would take our daughter back in a month, or his parents would come for her during their visit. But COVID struck, and my daughter ended up spending nearly 10 months without me.
When my dd finally came back, she refused to let me come close. She shut the door in my face, asking me to leave the bedroom. I saw my ex-husband grinning as he coerced our two-year-old to say and do these things. My daughter is extremely intelligent. From the next day after she was born, I knew my daughter was her daddy's girl. She weaned just after seven months old. Following my father's advice, I left my own house (for which I had paid a quarter of the deposit, yet it was entirely under my ex-husband's ownership), leaving my two-year-old daughter with him—a terrible mistake, I admit.
I struggled to find places to live, hopping from one rental to another, begging to see my daughter at least once a week. Without a car, my ex-husband would drop her off and pick her up the same day because she wouldn't stay with me. I can't explain my mental state as I couldn't process what was happening. I had no help then. Finally, I found a flat to rent with some privacy for me and my daughter (an attached kitchen area and a shower toilet). Seeing I had moved to a better place, my ex-husband stopped bringing my daughter over, and I had to pick her up from his house, which I didn't mind as the bus stop wasn't far. Later, my ex-husband asked me to pick her up from the bus stop instead.
We celebrated our daughter's third birthday at home after announcing our separation, which was long overdue. Her fourth and fifth birthdays were at my new flat, and her sixth was at my current place, where I happily live with my partner of three years. I probably wouldn't have gotten my life back if I hadn't met my partner. He made me feel normal again and gave me hope. I became more attentive and present with my daughter, and we had lots of fun, taking goofy pictures and dancing to her favourite songs. But her character would change in an instant (much like her father's). Out of nowhere, she would start screaming for her dad as if reminded she needed to go back.
Initially, I understood her frustration as I struggled to make a living and moved from place to place. Despite her cries to go back to her dad, which added to my depression, I found solace in the fact that she was with me—until she wasn't. As she grows, it's becoming apparent she might be like her father. Today, my daughter is six years and six months old. Her last visit was yesterday, even though my ex-husband had agreed she could stay with me over the weekend. This year, she has stayed with me for only two nights in the past six months. My ex-husband hurls abuses at me whenever things don't go his way, often in front of our daughter. She seems to support and enjoy it when he does.
I've tried to make my daughter understand it's not okay to hurt others, but she doesn't seem to grasp this. She asks me to stop talking, sometimes screams, covers her ears, or asks, "What did you say?" I'm not forcing her to do anything, just asking her to call me "Mama," but even that seems to fade each week I see her. She acts as if she doesn't know me or harbours pure hatred. I'm screaming inside every night she's not with me. Although my partner makes me feel safe and loved, I'm dying inside a little every moment thinking of my daughter.
I grew up as a church-going Catholic, saying prayers daily, but now I feel null and numb, unsure where to turn. I don't think I'm bipolar or schizophrenic today, but I fear I might develop these conditions. At nearly 34 years old, my career is at a halt. I had to leave a job I didn't like, and it didn't align with my current skillset. I'm applying for jobs that suit my skills, but with no success. I dreamed of revenge against my ex-husband by becoming better than him. I spent countless hours studying and preparing for a new career, but it feels like a long-lost dream. While I did manage to finish my university degree, I'm still waiting to start my career and prove myself. All I want is to make life better for my daughter, to give her the space and comfort she experiences with her dad.
Even though my current place is safe and comfortable, however small, I try my best to make my daughter happy and enjoy the little time we have together. But she makes it difficult every time with hurtful words, damaging our relationship. I don't have the money to go to court, and my ex-husband threatens that any action against him will be in vain. I'm already in debt, repaying loans.
When my daughter pointed to the TV and told me she wished I was like that (we were watching "Goodbye" on Netflix, where the mother's dead body was often shown), I asked her to confirm, "Do you wish me to die _?" She nodded with hope on her face. This was when she was just five years old. I don't take anything she says seriously, but it hurts when it happens. I will never fault my daughter for our situation. But it is really sad. I hope she knows I am there for her and feels loved and connected with me emotionally. I'm waiting for that moment. I feel guilty for giving my ex-husband my daughter as a new victim after he lost me. It was more about my daughter wanting to be closer to her dad than me. I didn't expect my ex-husband to manipulate his own child to his advantage.
I know my daughter not living with me and that I'm not her main parent is not justified. As much as it hurts, I have to accept she may never live with me and may even disown me someday. I didn't want to drag her into court fights, making things more unstable, as my ex-husband would likely win. He has zero conscience. My only hope is that my daughter won't turn out exactly like him, and I can persuade her to leave him and stay with me.
As a mother, I took care of my daughter beautifully from the moment she was born until she was 18 months old, with some help from a postpartum doula after my C-section. I've gone through psychosis, anxiety, depression, self-doubt, suicidal thoughts, and many other unknown phases ever since, to have the courage to write about my situation here. I'm genuinely trying to build a positive and healthy relationship with my daughter, but it feels like a distant dream.
I recently heard he has a new victim and married her this year, which slightly relieves me that his influence on my daughter might lessen. When my daughter told me about this lady, I immediately recognized her as one of his close friends. I recall my ex-husband and his family talk about her before.
I hope my daughter will understand someday how much I love her and how hard I fought for our relationship. After all, it was the birth of my daughter that gave me strength and courage. It was also the realization of the continued abuse by my ex-husband that made me come out of my situation, although things did not happen as I had hoped. Additionally, I did not realize I was going through victim withdrawal syndrome of narcissistic abuse, and I realize now I should have dealt with things more tactically and logically. I am extremely sorry that I could not be there for you, my daughter, when you were stuck at ex-family's house during the pandemic.

Hey everyone, especially those that are in the EU.
I'm about to get a fresh new apartment. I'm quite familiar with HA overall and have some elements of a smart home in my apartment now through retrofitting. But retrofitting is pretty limited. So now, as I have a new apartment all for myself and a whole renovation coming up I want to do it as nicely as possible with all the possibility of a blank-page renovation :)
What I have in mind now, but don't know the exact products yet for all of them is the following: - Automated curtains (likely Switch Bots are the best option now?) - Probably replacing an entire set of main switches/circuit breakers to have energy monitoring and remote control over "on/off". Mostly to disable electricity in case of leakage or so. Useful? Gimmick? - Leak detection. Is there anything that may be wired? One thing I'm afraid of when using typical Aqara leak detectors is that their signal is rather weak, especially in hard-to-reach areas. A wired option that connects to some central controller that then gets connected to HA would be the best, but I am unsure if such a thing exists. I want to close the water pipe entirely and disable electricity for the concrete room, in case of leakage (just in case). - Automatic heater valves/thermoheads and temp control over rooms (I assume Tado ecosystem is the best option out there, although costly?) - Lights. For E.g. all bulbs and LEDs etc. are Phillips Hue with their switches instead of old-fashioned switches. Are there wired Phillips or Hue-compatible switches that will stay always on via electric wires (so can act as routers) and act rather like a button/slider than a switch? (I still want to have the option if I potentially sell the apartment one day, to be retrofitted back into an old physical switch, if the buyer won't be a fan of smart stuff as it's expensive to run or so) - Window vents control? You know there is a passive vent system that brings a set amount of air into the apartment through vents at the top of the window. If they can be potentially modified to be more aggressive (open up more than usual) and smart, I will be happy. Maybe there is a way to retrofit regular windows to open by themselves too that I'm unaware of. - Surely high-quality CO2/Air quality sensors will be in each room + Air Purifier for bedroom/mancave (in Krakow, Poland, where I'm it's a problem during the winter, throw some ideas of some efficient ones) - Maybe some appliances are now smart in a way that makes sense. :D Because I can't come up with any use cases. - AC brands that work best with HA o at least, Google - Door lock stuff? Worth it? :) - Any other cool use cases I'm missing? Motion detection? (I have two cats).
As you can see, I'm thinking of going all in and not afraid of a big budget (the whole renovation costs so much, spending a few thousand $ on Smart Home stuff won't change it much) :D
I'm also fine with Node-red automations etc. but when it's in one ecosystem (e.g. Hue, and Tado) sometimes it works better and often without any need of going HA + Node-Red.
I'm thinking in reality most of the stuff will be Zigbee or Wi-fi, but having most of it also using Matter, would be the best possible combo.
Will greatly appreciate your thoughts and recommendations!

I'm plucking away at my keyboard, mindlessly typing out the script for my new indie movie. Honestly, this is the third script I've written this year and I can tell you, it is vastly different from the mental representations I've built about it in my mind.
It all started with a brilliant idea, which in my head was this cinematic masterpiece. I could almost see the characters acting it out, with perfect backdrops and sublime dialogues. But then, translating this mental representation into words, that's a different beast.
Every time I finish a scene, I reread it and realize, "Wait, this isn't exactly how I pictured it!" The same goes for the character motives or plot twists. In my head, it all seemed perfectly reasonable – like a beautiful movie with a coherent plot. But on paper, it's like a tangled mess of threads with each one seeming disconnected.
The thing is, mental representations are abstract and malleable. They are like watercolor paintings; you can blend the colors and add new shades as you please. But scriptwriting? It's like a mathematical equation. You have to make sure every element fits and makes sense.
I mean, I can't just write, "And then, out of nowhere, a dragon appears and saves the day." No matter how cool it looked in my head, it's my job as a scriptwriter to create a believable world that goes by certain rules. And sometimes, these rules aren't in line with my mental representation.
Reminds me of the time when I had a brilliant idea for a sci-fi movie. In my mind, there were these incredible aliens and epic space battles. But when I tried to write it down, I got stuck after the first ten pages because I didn't really know how to justify the existence of these aliens or explain their technology.
I guess, this is the challenge and the beauty of any creative process. The gap between our mental representations and the actual creation could be frustrating but it also pushes us to grow, to rethink, and to come up with new solutions. And just like in life, it's all about navigating the gap between what we imagine and what is real.
P.S. Not a real indie movie maker, sorry to disappoint!😂 Just delivering a hypothetical scenario to give you an idea about mental models in our daily life. Reality, as they say, is not a movie script. We adapt, we change, and hopefully, we create something beautiful along the way.

I'm an istp. I prefer writing long letters when there are celebratory events but also just for fun. I feel like letters are the only way for me to express my feelings sometimes in ways that I cannot do verbally. In turn, my friends also write me letters for certain events where they cannot be there such as times where I am struggling on something or need some cheering on. Is this a me thing or something that is shared among istps?

Two friends, were supposed to be a trio but they are obviously WAY closer. At this point they don't even try to hide it, they hide from me and act liek it was just a joke. I hate this. We used to eb so close and I used to have so much fun with them! I already don't have a lot of close friends and these just don't count anymore ig.
Welp, I'm about to stay the night at one fo therian house, ad the other friend will be there ofc. Last time we had a sleepover (less then a week ago) I almost relapsed and really cried at home (I mean OK it was just a lot of stuff at once).
I'm really left out yet I feel like it's my fault. They judge me a lot and make "jokes" that actually really hurt. Then they'll apologise and say they didn't mean it and I'll believe them until I'm home crying again.
Oh well, it's just about 19 hours, I'll make it (hopefully). Anyways, won't be able to be on my phone for the next 10 and a half hours, hopefully won't have to go cruy in the bathroom!☺️ It's gonna be an allnighter so I hope I'll last. There's a chance we'll watch Taylor Swift though (she's one fo my fav comfort singers)!
Ehh honestly I'm such a bad person. I hate myself. I don't even know why I'm writing this.

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I can't stop smoking certain cigarettes, it's the only way I taste you on my lips - nevermind whether or not you even still smoke.
I listen to your playlist every week, it's gotta so long it's ridiculous
I check my phone for you Everytime I wake up - nevermind I've blocked you, everywhere.
I tell myself you hate me Everytime you cross my mind - nevermind you've never left my mind
You're a stranger now - nevermind I still love you
I probably always will; nevermind I don't want to anymore
I look for you everywhere, nevermind I've trained myself like a horse with blinders passing your street everyfuckingday
I wish for you everyday; multiple times; not just 1111
I still write to you; nevermind the letters old lost to memory
Unsent; never unloved
Drunk and you're still the only one I wanna drunk text; nevermind can't take one more rejection
My favorite memories;
All tainted
By hate, fate; and fake
All my well wishes; all my sorrow
You were nevermine;
Yet you love my absence
My silence
Somehow that has to be enough
Always yours foolishly;
Nevertheless,
M

OR: Pride & Prejudice & Punks
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a GM with a solid group, must be in want of a scenario. Or not; maybe you're good with random generators and recycling the modules from 2020. But occasionally, I like to really stretch my brain and see what I can create. So to challenge myself, I decided to try converting Pride & Prejudice into Cyberpunk RED. I will be assuming a certain degree of familiarity with the work, mostly because it has its own Wikipedia page and you can literally go and read the synopsis. I'd encourage you to read the book if you want the greatest benefit, but there's absolutely no judgment if that ain't your jam.
Obviously a 1:1, completely honest translation is impossible. The central plot of the original work revolves around women unable to inherit their father's wealth trying to make good marriages. That's pretty obviously not a problem in Night City. However, there's more to work with there than you might think.
For one, the main relationship of the book is a rags-to-riches love story. We can leverage the massive wealth and power disparity between Darcy and Elizabeth to feed back into more punk narratives.
For another, the characters are surprisingly human and relatable for a gap of 300 years and 4,000 miles (your mileage may vary - literally). Caroline Bingley still comes across as a desperate try-hard. Collins resounds as an utter douche-canoe who told a father to cut his daughter out of his life.
So there's quite a bit there to steal, whether you want to rip it off and use it for background, or if you think one of your PCs actually fits one of the roles. So let's talk about the two ways you can use this material in your game.
Option 1: Strip For Parts / Put On Display
Austen's one hell of a writer, but her conflicts are typically resolved internally. There's very little intervention needed by any heavily armed outsiders (unless you count the Wickham-Lydia elopement). So actually putting the plot of Pride & Prejudice into your Cyberpunk game is a tall order (though not impossible; see below). What works better is stripping the plot for parts and using them as background material that occasionally invites the PCs to mess with it.
Rather than have the players be interested in the "will-they-won't-they" between Jane and Mr. Bingley because that's all they have to distract them from their aristocratic ennui, start running it as a background element. Players go to a high-end club, and this rich corpo's there, with his bodyguards and his skinny-b*tch sister, Caroline. Rich corpo (Mr. Bingley, by name), is interested in one of the PCs buddies (Jane, in this scenario), and spends a lot of time dancing with them, but doesn't take them home. This takes place as background material solely while the PCs are accomplishing their mission, getting a gig from the fixer, or doing whatever else it is they are doing.
Next week, the PCs have two more jobs from local fixers. Turns out a client wants Jane scoped out - what skeletons do they have? Do they have a paramour already? (This job is from Mr. Bingley, who absolutely wants to know if Jane is into them). The other job is to frame Jane as a gold-digging harlot with evidence provided by the client (this job is from Caroline, who thinks her brother is way too good to be slumming it with some club hooker). The PCs are offered both jobs, along with another, unrelated one. Which one do they accept? Either way, you run the consequences down in as cyberpunk a way as possible.
In another scenario, the PCs are befriended by a new kid in town - Wickham. He's a grifter who targets rich, young, vulnerable people and marries them, but he's not targeting the PCs. He is incredibly charming and almost supernaturally good-looking (COOL = 8, maxed out Persuasion, Acting, and Wardrobe & Style, minimum). He also hates people the PCs hate, and makes himself useful to them in a variety of small ways. Need a place to crash? He can get you one, choomba. Need a new piece? He'll get you the exact right caliber, friend. Anyone who bothers to dig into him finds some disturbing rumors from his past: apparently, Wickham's been married six times, and each of his past wives has died mysteriously after leaving everything to him. But Wickham's a notorious gambler as well, and he just pisses money away. More likely, though, the PCs don't do any research, and the following escalation plays out:
One night, Wickham shows up with a corpo heiress he's eloping with, and a duffel bag full of cash from her family's account. The heiress is incredibly drunk and probably high. Wickham needs the crew to buy him some time to get her to a chapel and legally marry her. He stresses that he just needs the PCs to buy him some time, as there are some corpo "detectives" looking for him. He'll pay them $1k each, up front, with another $1k to follow if they can pull the heat off him.
If the PCs accept, they discover that the girl's aunt and uncle are driving the search, and they've brought some serious professional muscle: Team Monster. The aunt and uncle are terrified that the heiress is going to wind up dead as soon as those marriage papers are signed, and they are willing to double Wickham's price if the PCs just tell them where Wickham is...but if the PCs dither, they'll just sic Team Monster on the PCs. If the PCs fight, that heiress dies to some tragic poisoning, and Wickham escapes - this puts the PCs squarely on the shit list of every corpo with a fortune to protect and a gonk kid (at least 30% of the corpos out there). If the PCs sell out Wickham, they save the girl, make some cash, and watch Wickham's skull get ventilated.
One final point on stripping this novel for parts. Pride & Prejudice is so influential it still gets taught and sold today. This book is fairly well known by anyone with at least a high-school education. So if you translate the characters too honestly, you are liable to tip your hand. Adjusting names helps (Yelbing instead of Bingley). You can also gender-swap characters, change ethnicities, languages, etc.
Option 2: Central Casting
Prologue: talk to your players about romance before dropping it in your game. It can go great or it can go cringe as fuck. It rarely hits a middle ground.
Main event: So, what happens when you realize you've actually got an Elizabeth Bennet-type at your table? Well, you drop in Mr. Darcy, and see what happens. This is actually something I'm going to try, because when I read Pride & Prejudice this weekend, I noted several similarities between my wife's Solo and Elizabeth Bennet. And because in-game Thanksgiving is coming up, one of her Corporate contacts is going to invite her to a Thanksgiving dinner, black tie (she doesn't have black-tie duds, but that's a great way to introduce Not A Stitch To Wear).
If she attends, cue the anti-meet-cute between her and the standoffish and proud Lady Pembrooke (my gender-swapped Mr. Darcy), who is in town for several months handling some business for their incredibly rich aunt. From there, you put them in rooms together, and see where that goes. The core of these two's relationships in the book (and why it's so satisfying) is a very, very, very well done "enemies to friends to lovers" trope that doesn't just change each other, but changes themselves, too.
"Ah, but Sparky," I hear you say, "their relationship can only take off because they alternate between being forced together and being kept apart. Like that time Elizabeth stayed at Netherfield to tend to her sick sister and had to talk to Darcy. How do you do force them together?"
Well, I'm figuring getting caught together in a bank heist-turned-hostage situation might work fairly well. Give them a couple of other hostages to play off of, and maybe throw in Caroline Bingley to try talking smack about the PC, and you've got the ingredients for an interestingly tense scene while they come up with a way out of there. All you really need is a location and a situation where the two characters have to talk to each other. Austen accomplishes this with a deft use of social expectations. You can do the same thing in Night City by letting it just be Night City - alternate action with conversation.
You could also have Darcy show up in places where he's an inconvenience to the PCs job. If they get hired to hit a big gala, and Darcy's there with an inconveniently sharp eye on them, then somebody's got to distract him. In the meantime, you can also hear rumors about how Darcy was an absolute schmuck to someone the PCs like. And of course, the biggest impediment to Darcy's happiness is Darcy himself, because he cannot stop acting like he's better than everyone else.
That's the push - the pull is that Darcy actually does care about people, and takes noblesse oblige seriously. He'll work hard to provide charity, and uses his position and privilege to help folks out when they're in a jam. In short, show good deeds, don't have Darcy tell anyone about them. In fact, the more steps Darcy can take to avoid his good deeds leaking out to the PC, the better.
The final question for this pairing, though, is simple: Do they get a happy ending? (Get your head out of the gutter, Dan). That, I think, depends on how your PC plays it. Do they actively antagonize high society? Infuriate their social betters? Flaunt their competence? Well, have high society respond. Darcy's aunt sends hit squads. Caroline Bingley anonymously leaks damaging information (false or true) to the press. Fixers get warned not to work with the PCs, and some of them listen.
Do they convince Darcy to come away with them? To start a new life? Do they insert themselves in his? The options are endless, and ultimately, Night City itself can be a reason why they're doomed. But as Romeo & Juliet shows, sometimes doomed romances are the most impactful kind.
Anyway, hope this was helpful! See y'all later!

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Do Dice Links Expire in Monopoly GO?
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I work as a line cook which is generally an exploitative job to begin with, which I accept and understand. But things have escalated and I believe many employment laws are being broken. I'm wondering what my options are and whether it's worth my time or not.

• working 9 to 11 hour shifts with 0 breaks (short of 5 minutes to stuff a meal in my face, usually while still in the kitchen or on line)
• no benefits until 6 months which is when my contract ends aka no benefits at all. Is this legal?
• changing the schedule without speaking to me or asking for approval. This happened twice. I already had plans on those days and I was guilt tripped hard about not coming into work even though it was well within my rights to make plans considering the schedule had been out for weeks.
• saying if I don't cover certain shifts they will hire another person which will then cut into our hours AKA "do what I say or I'll cut your hours"
• verbally promised me 40 hours a week over 4 shifts a week with 3 consecutive days off and a guaranteed layoff in the fall. Has actively given me grief about this every step of the way even though it's what they agreed to and has already broken up the consecutive days off more than once. I do not have this in writing at all.
• definitely under staffed many times in a very high volume and fast paced restaurant which forces me to work twice as hard. This happens often. We recently lost a staff member so it's been a scramble to fill those hours.
• lots of safety concerns and sanitary issues as well. I lit a fire that singed my entire face because I was left alone to fire up the gas lines only a few days after I'd been trained. There is video of this. Also tons of cuts and burns because our line is so tight and I was thrown into work with very little training. Not to mention improper cleaning techniques, a first aid kid that's lacking, etc, etc. The other day the new guy forgot to turn the propane off before he left... if the waitresses didn't notice then the place literally would have exploded. Tons of things like this. Feels like it's all going to fall apart any day.

I cannot afford a loss of income so simply quitting isn't an option. I'm looking for other jobs but I am leaving in 3 months so it's difficult to find anything short term that pays well. Is it financially beneficial for me to speak to a lawyer about this? Damages are mostly from mental impact and physical injuries. Very little financial loss other than a few missed shifts due to injuries.

Are you in yow moments right now?
Are you feeling downcast or lost?
Do you have questions you need answers to but everywhere you turn all you see is darkness?
Are you facing a divorcee, illness or going through a heartbreak.
Have you just lost your job?
Do you feel betrayed by someone you trusted with all your heart.,.
Then this post is for you
A little while ago I was going through a tough moment in my life. So many questions kept flooding in my head and I could not even think straight. It all started in August in the year 2023. I faced the most horrible marriage challenge that threatened to separate us for good. We separated for a few months from September to around the end of October where I received another bad news! That I was being laid off in my place of work starting the end of November. Mind you I had not received my salary for the months of July till October when I and my co-worker received the sad news.
I was full of questions. Why me? What did I do to deserve all this? Why is God punishing me with all these challenges on after the other? Why do I have to go through all this at once. I was so devastated so downcast. Mind you I was working for Church as one of their paid staff at that time.
Then I received some insights from one book I encountered that changed my whole perspective of life and my experiences. In this book I learnt some key principles which till date are working for me and which I hope will change your life too.
Here are some but a few:
God Never Punishes us and has no intention to. We only punish ourselves. In this context the book starts by highlighting a story of how a grandmother saw her son kill a duck that they had kept as a pet. That evening the boy was so downcast and afraid to tell her grandmother what had happened. In his mind, the poor boy thought that if I tell my Grandmother she is going to kill me. All through that night the boy feigned illness and did not eat. In the morning He was hungry that he literally went to his grandmother on his knees and told her what had happened. Th Grandmother only smiled and told him that he had seen what happened and was in no way going to condemn him for accidentally killing the duck. She went further to tell him that he had seen what happened and that she was only waiting for him to come clean. She went on to feed him. This really hit something deep within me. Imagine God is watching you suffering and he only waiting for you to tell Him whats going on. He knows exactly what is going on but remember he said Bring all your burdens to Him. How powerful that is!
God is Good and not even our hardships makes him change. The story of creation is the most wonderful illustration of Gods goodness. What I really learnt was that everything God mentioned he said that it was good. There is no single creation that God made that he mentioned to be bad. And God saw that it was "GOOD" This was a powerful way of shifting my mentality at that time because all I had been focusing was what was not Good in my life as per the time. I started asking myself; what is working right now? I started to list just a few and I felt better.
The Importance of Gratefulness. This is where all the dots started connecting. Feeling grateful is what makes God move closer to us. The bible clearly tells us in the book of Job 22:21“Now acquaint yourself with Him, and be at peace; Thereby good will come to you'' I looked at this verse thought about it and I pondered on it for Hours! The next day I started what I called a gratitude walks. Every morning and evening, I Started walking daily for about an hour and look around at the creation God mad and all I could remember to meditate upon was two phrases: He saw that it was good and For the lord is good and his mercy endures forever.
Following this simple exercise and insights, wonderful events began to happen so fast I couldn't explain how it all happened. First of all my wife called me and decided to resolve the issue that was making us apart. Secondly, we were laid off as the letter had said but we were paid all our outstanding salaries and even added more than half of the outstanding salary as settlement. My life took a turn for the better and greater just because I trusted the lord on His word. As I write this I got another Job at an IT Firm where I am planning to quite and start a newsletter in which I can encourage more people and Bring light to those feeling Lost and to give more insight to our daily Christian Living You can join the wait list by CLICKING HERE-THE BELIEVERS BULLETIN
One thing I have to understand and Know is that God is not mean, he is not Vengeful, he seeks the best out of us. It does not matter what is happening to you at this moment but remember these words Acquaint thyself with the lord and be at peace then shall good come to you.

(To clarify,i use chatgpt to correct my grammar to make this more understandable as maybe its part of my autism where i keep repeating same terms and keep using ",")
So, I have this person who I suddenly fell in love with. I admit, I'm a transmasc person, but I had a classmate who is the total opposite of me. I wasn't sure if they were transfem tho(that's why I use they/them pronouns to be respectful) because they are really comfortable with the girls and actually fit in like one of them. They also use makeup and actually look like a girl with a male haircut (since it's a strict rule in our department of education). We live in the Philippines, where most openly transfeminine people don't fit in with other girls, often having exaggerated personalities. But this person actually acts like a typical female, and even their body language says otherwise.
To back up the statement that they were trans, they jokingly said to one of my friend, "Come to papa" as an inside joke, and they act like a cis guy outside the classroom, flipping their hair and acting handsome to probably make someone fall in love with them. :skull emoji:
They are very popular, and a lot of girls have a crush on them, even across all grades in high school. Meanwhile, I'm actually very unattractive, since I have autism with weird hyperfixations and my appearance is also very unattractive and embarrassing. We often made eye contact a lot before, and that's where I developed a tiny crush on them. What makes them more attractive is that they love to interact with people, especially girls, which is why we were able to chat. (They are also top 1 in my class.)
And that's where it begins. I talked to my teacher about my upcoming appointment with the guidance counselor due to bullying, which is connected to my gender dysphoria. After the appointment, they asked me, "What's wrong?" and tried to comfort me (probably because they got mad at me due to our project earlier and felt pity about it). That night, I impulsively vented to them in chats, and they were willing to listen. I admitted to them about my gender dysphoria, and they comforted me during those times, and we started to be "text friends." We never talked face to face for no particular reason, or maybe they just never wanted to. Every time I tried to talk to them, they were cold, and of course, when they tried to talk to me, I got annoyed because I hate having faster heartbeats during class hours.
When we texted a lot, I got emotionally attached to them, and it felt different compared to face-to-face interactions. As a very popular person with a high ego, they seemed to soften up and open up to me. They told me a lot about their pet peeves which included their friends and even their insecurities. They also treated me differently, showing the cutest personality every time I was near them, which replayed in my head many times. But sometimes, they ignored me when it was just the two of us, which I preferred for conversations with them.
There were also times when they teased me and smiled and made eye contact in random places. I tried hard to avoid them so they wouldn't know what I truly felt. My heart kept beating every time I saw them smile, and I kept telling them to stop interacted with me in ways I didn't want others to know, as my classmates saw me as a weird dumb childlike teen.
When I vented to them about my emotional connections, pointing to another person so they wouldn't know I liked them, they avoided the topic and talked about themselves, even sending a picture (a class pic) and discussing their insecurities. They didn't like showing these to classmates or even their close friends, but they sent it to me and avoided my venting, even though they comforted me other times.
As an artist, I drew them many times and even made a painting of them. I texted them, asking if all my efforts were just a "waste," but they avoided the topic amd somewhere the vent talking about my feelings to "another person"✌️✌️just replied with "yeaaaaa hahaha," like... <_<
They also have a crush they openly talk about in the class group chat, writing tons of Filipino poems about the person they like, mentioning having kids and eye contact. I doubted it was me because, again, I'm unattractive in real life. They seemed passionate about it but never talked about it in our private messages. But in private messange they once talked about a bride from a video game whose husband died, and it made them sad.
As the school year almost ended, they started being cold towards me. Every time I asked for help, they told me to do it myself. I seriously don't know what I did wrong except being cold to them face to face because I told them I didn't want our classmates to know we interacted, which they probably forgot. I also helped them many times, even carrying things that not part of our roleplay.
Despite all these signs, I think they were just manipulating me to fall for them. They never appreciated my art skills, even though they became my inspiration.
I confessed to them after the last class ended around 12 am, but in a way that I told them I could try to move on. They never replied to me at all... I cried every night because I had become emotionally attached to them, and they probably thought I was a freak, especially since its passed three weeks were the school year ended.

TLDR: I'm making a jojo campaign taking place in Spain of 2002, where the villain is a museum curator that wishes to create an elitist world by using his stand (which manipulates mass) to assess the spiritual strength of souls.
As the title states, I am in the midst of writing the environment and plot of a JJBA D&D campaign that takes place in 2002, not long after Part 5. I was originally going to post this in a D&D subreddit, but this post won't include any mechanics or questions regarding D&D necessarily, so I decided to post here. I wanted to post what I had so far and see what some true JJBA fans thought of it. Please let me know what changes I might need to make or more interesting plot ideas you might have!
The campaign will begin in Cordoba, Spain in 2002. The era of the early 2000's - a cultural shift towards technology under the overarching worries of terrorism. Spain had just adopted the Euro as the national currency, and King Juan Carlos I is ridding the country of the remnants of the ideals of the previous dictator General Franco. Spain, among other European countries with extensive history, is experiencing a delightful incline of tourism, but also dealing with the throes of their historical colonialism and Basque terrorism.
A man named Ellis Briar, a graduate of Cambridge with a PhD in Art, had become an avid appreciator of the arts over the years, and specialized in the artistic history of Western Europe. Having travelled around Italy and France, he stopped by Spain in 1967 and met Lucia Alcaraz, a Spaniard working in a high-class restaurant in Madrid. They got married in 1969, and had their son Jerico Briar in 1970.
In 1986, Ellis heard of an excavation team digging up Egyptian artifacts and went to investigate. He met a man by the name of "Solido Naso", a pink-haired individual that was quite amiable. However, Solido claimed that these arrows had the ability to allow a person to ascend past their mundane human life; to become something better. Ellis, obviously, found this story intriguing, and decided to purchase an arrow from him for an exorbitant price.
Unbeknownst to Ellis, Solido Naso had stolen historical arrows from the excavation site, and sold various arrows to both Ellis Briar and Enya the Hag.
Returning to his home in Spain, Ellis had begun to study the aspects of the arrow and prepare it for curation at the Prado Museum in Madrid, where he worked. He accidentally cut himself with the arrowhead, and fell into a feverish stupor. During his illness, he would yell out to Lucia and Jerico, instructing them not to help him, for he was 'at the cusp of ascesion'. Ellis Briar died within 2 days of being cut by the arrow. His wife Lucia then died a few weeks later due to heartbreak.
Jerico Briar, having studied the same field as his father, succeeded him in his position as a principal curator of the Prado Museum, but found his work to be unsatisfactory. He had difficulty acquiring desirable artifacts for the museum, and investors weren't interested in his personally-organized gallery showings. Having little money left from his parents' savings and being at a low point in his life, he took an excursion north of Spain to trace the origins of the arrow that his father had purchased from this "Solido Naso", utilizing his father's journal as reference. Following a complicated trail, Jerico - at the age of 18 - encountered an empowered DIO, and barely managed to escape DIO's attempt at killing him. Realizing the situation around these arrows was deeper than he realized, Jerico traced the arrow that Solido Naso had kept to Italy, and discovered Giorno Giovanna. He tracked his doings, and even witnessed in person strange things done by spirits he could not see, and the death of the "Solido Naso" that turned out to be Diavolo. Returning home to Spain with newfound knowledge, he stabbed himself with the arrow, and miraculously survived, attaining his stand... Sanitarium.
Through his father's slightly twisted ideals about "ascension" and "perfecting human nature", Jerico decided that he was to reject society, with its horrid wars and disputes and obsession with technology. He would create an underground organization responsible for sourcing 'expensive historical artifacts', which 1) would provide artifacts to interest investors at the museum and 2) would allow him to attempt to find the other arrows and sustain his control over them. He would go on to attempt the Doctrine of Eternal Night - a cosmic event that will judge the spiritual strength of all people on earth and reject those he deems 'weak' spiritually. He would create a world of only the best, brightest, and most capable humans, creating perfect societies by ridding the world of scum.
The main idea for the campaign is for the players to somehow be personally involved with this in some way (my players haven't made characters yet) and travel from Cordoba, Spain to the north through various World Heritage Sites, fighting the stand users of Jerico Briar's organization and attempting to stop whatever he is planning, all the while discovering themselves and the capabilities of their stands.
AFTERWORD: I decided on Spain just because I felt like using an environment not seen yet in the various JoJo Parts would be interesting, and a fun creative exercise by tying a different location to the base story. I also feel like Jerico could be a fun villain - a seemingly harmless museum curator that, in reality, will attempt to create an elitist universe.
Also, the way that Jerico would achieve this is due to his stand, Sanitarium. Sanitarium allows him to manipulate the virtual mass of matter, including people - however, doing so to living matter requires more energy, for in-game balancing. He will eventually get a Requiem/Heaven stand or something, and this will allow him to manipulate the mass of souls, which will allow him to achieve the Doctrine of Eternal Night.
Sorry for the long post - just wanted to put all the pre-campaign plot elements out there to see what people thought.

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Do Dice Links Expire in Monopoly GO?
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About the Author
Shaun Cichacki is a passionate gamer with a particular love for RPGs, action, and retro titles. From a young age, Shaun has been gaming and has developed an overwhelming obsession with games like Metal Gear Solid and Pizza Tower. With his diverse gaming experience, you can expect his writing to be both entertaining and informative.
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I love {How to Be a Normal Person by TJ Klune}. To me the writing and characters are the perfect balance of clever and quirky and funny, without being over the top or try-hard. I feel like some authors write cute quirky humor in a way that feels effortless, but others it feels like they are shoving it down your throat and it doesn’t resonate. Any good recs??;
Some other books that have struck this balance perfectly for me are: {Glitterland by Alexis Hall}, {Jon’s Mysteries by AJ Sherwood}, Fae Quinn’s holiday romances, {The Right Wrong Number by Katie Warren}, and {The 5th Gender by GL Carriger}. I even liked {Murder Sprees and Mute Decrees by Jennifer Cody} despite it being pretty OTT.;
An example of writing that unfortunately isn’t for me is Alice Winters. I like the concepts of her stories, but most of the time she goes too OTT and it makes me go from having fun to cringing and not even wanting to finish the book because it feels like she’s trying to force laughs. I’ve given up trying her books unforch.;
My least favorite tropes that I’d like to avoid are mafia, fake dating, and mutual insta-love (one-sided is ok)

Are you in yow moments right now?
Are you feeling downcast or lost?
Do you have questions you need answers to but everywhere you turn all you see is darkness?
Are you facing a divorcee, illness or going through a heartbreak.
Have you just lost your job?
Do you feel betrayed by someone you trusted with all your heart.,.
Then this post is for you
A little while ago I was going through a tough moment in my life. So many questions kept flooding in my head and I could not even think straight. It all started in August in the year 2023. I faced the most horrible marriage challenge that threatened to separate us for good. We separated for a few months from September to around the end of October where I received another bad news! That I was being laid off in my place of work starting the end of November. Mind you I had not received my salary for the months of July till October when I and my co-worker received the sad news.
I was full of questions. Why me? What did I do to deserve all this? Why is God punishing me with all these challenges on after the other? Why do I have to go through all this at once. I was so devastated so downcast. Mind you I was working for Church as one of their paid staff at that time.
Then I received some insights from one book I encountered that changed my whole perspective of life and my experiences. In this book I learnt some key principles which till date are working for me and which I hope will change your life too.
Here are some but a few:
God Never Punishes us and has no intention to. We only punish ourselves. In this context the book starts by highlighting a story of how a grandmother saw her son kill a duck that they had kept as a pet. That evening the boy was so downcast and afraid to tell her grandmother what had happened. In his mind, the poor boy thought that if I tell my Grandmother she is going to kill me. All through that night the boy feigned illness and did not eat. In the morning He was hungry that he literally went to his grandmother on his knees and told her what had happened. Th Grandmother only smiled and told him that he had seen what happened and was in no way going to condemn him for accidentally killing the duck. She went further to tell him that he had seen what happened and that she was only waiting for him to come clean. She went on to feed him. This really hit something deep within me. Imagine God is watching you suffering and he only waiting for you to tell Him whats going on. He knows exactly what is going on but remember he said Bring all your burdens to Him. How powerful that is!
God is Good and not even our hardships makes him change. The story of creation is the most wonderful illustration of Gods goodness. What I really learnt was that everything God mentioned he said that it was good. There is no single creation that God made that he mentioned to be bad. And God saw that it was "GOOD" This was a powerful way of shifting my mentality at that time because all I had been focusing was what was not Good in my life as per the time. I started asking myself; what is working right now? I started to list just a few and I felt better.
The Importance of Gratefulness. This is where all the dots started connecting. Feeling grateful is what makes God move closer to us. The bible clearly tells us in the book of Job 22:21“Now acquaint yourself with Him, and be at peace; Thereby good will come to you'' I looked at this verse thought about it and I pondered on it for Hours! The next day I started what I called a gratitude walks. Every morning and evening, I Started walking daily for about an hour and look around at the creation God mad and all I could remember to meditate upon was two phrases: He saw that it was good and For the lord is good and his mercy endures forever.
Following this simple exercise and insights, wonderful events began to happen so fast I couldn't explain how it all happened. First of all my wife called me and decided to resolve the issue that was making us apart. Secondly, we were laid off as the letter had said but we were paid all our outstanding salaries and even added more than half of the outstanding salary as settlement. My life took a turn for the better and greater just because I trusted the lord on His word. As I write this I got another Job at an IT Firm where I am planning to quite and start a newsletter in which I can encourage more people and Bring light to those feeling Lost and to give more insight to our daily Christian Living You can join the wait list by CLICKING HERE-THE BELIEVERS BULLETIN
One thing I have to understand and Know is that God is not mean, he is not Vengeful, he seeks the best out of us. It does not matter what is happening to you at this moment but remember these words Acquaint thyself with the lord and be at peace then shall good come to you.