After making the public accusation of Karl's felony act of graffiti on the wall of Stevie Tomato's shitter we can now confirm it was John who was the offender thinking this would somehow lead to Karl's downfall. Was all this VTL's brainchild? Is SJ now banned from Stevie Tomato's for bringing so much negative attention?
Let's timeline this:

1. SJ made the accusation (in the most arrogant way) while having sharpie marks all over his thumb
2. SJ claimed there was a video and eye witnesses of Karl in said bathroom
3. SJ claimed a cleaning crew had to come and wipe off the sharpie and Karl would be billed hundreds of dollars. Because magic erasers haven't made their way down to Cape Coral yet.
4. SJ claimed he knew Karl's F and S and they were an exact match. He knew this from texts VTL received. When that fell apart he knew it from Karl's signature. When that fell apart because Karl's name doesn't have those letters he knew it from Karl forging his wife's signature on real estate docs.
5. It is documented that Karl was not in Cape Coral but over a hundred miles away during said graffiti
6. EVERYONE is telling SJ how stupid this is but he digs in.
7. Vinnie calls Stevie Tomato's and gets publicly scolded and they want NOTHING to do with this
8. SJ claims to call the police on Vinnie and Karl because the phone call was somehow another felony
9. SJ has his reunion and posts a note about the missing key chains. His FSJ are IDENTICAL to those on the bathroom wall.

I originally thought that somebody else did the graffitti and it triggered SJ to accuse Karl and when it fell apart he couldn't accept it. I could not believe he was so stupid to do it himself and make the accusation on camera with the actual sharpie marks all over his hand. How psychotic is this guy for trying to frame Karl for something nobody but him would care about and how stupid is he for being so bad at it?

People ask about this trail so here's a sort of belated trip report.
Where: Centennial Trail, 125 miles through the Black Hills of South Dakota
When: Sept 1st through Sept 11th
(I took 3 nearos, because its vacation! Also I almost had a heat stroke at one point so I had to call it at like 4 miles.)
My Gear: https://lighterpack.com/m5yeks
Just me solo. I was absolutely flummoxed by the climate/weather situation (see below.) I didn't need camp shoes in September...but you may in spring. There are ropes at certain crossings which can be chest deep in the spring. I needed my puffy though some people said to leave that because it was triple digits farenheit coming off the plane. I wish I took rain bottoms even just for the one day I needed them because I couldn't really stop without shivering. I could have used a beanie and glove liners some nights but socks and my buff worked fine too.
A five day food carry isn't too heavy but its just heavy/bulky enough that I needed the Circuit instead of the Kumo - which is more my weekend pack. I used my Fly Creek instead of my Notch due to the number of NFS campground options. Turns out you would be fine staking everything out without having to find rocks for pitching on tent pads etc. In the spring you may need your trekking poles there are some sketchy water crossings. But in the fall trekking poles weren't critical. That Fly Creek is actually lighter than most "ultralight" fully enclosed shelters once you ditch the trekking poles lol. I used that tend for years, I forgot how much I missed it.
I didn't consider tarping because of the weather uncertainty, particularly having never been to this area before. But a tarp set up will absolutely work for this trail. But be cognizant of your head lamps and phone because some places are SWARMING with bugs like gnats and no see ums. They won't bite but they will annoy like crazy. Conversely there are some areas with NO bugs because they are windy so maybe take a flat tarp to pitch low instead of an A frame like the MLD? A hammock will work for this trail as well. There's a couple places where it won't but not to the point of being a detriment.
The last 2 days of the trip the water gets very...something (soft, hard, alkaline?) I dont know shit about hydrology. I just know I couldn't make instant coffee and dehydrated protiens took effort to make edible with hot water. Just a heads up for the cold soakers. You may need more time to make your food?
Travel/Logistics Info:
I flew from LGA to RAP and got a Lyft to Town Place Motel in downtown Rapid City. I spent the next day in Rapid, grabbed some Isobutane from Roamin Around, a really great gear shop downtown, with an amazing shop dog (a standard poodle named Lucy) and walked down to the post office to mail resupply. I went to the Thursday night downtown free concert series, which was a hoot and a half!
The downtown part of Rapid is SUPER walkable for someone flying in - so this trail makes a great vacation hike for that reason. Can get all your pre-hike "chores" done quickly and easily with no cacab and have a fun night out.
Resupply strategy:
There are a lot of resupply strategies possible on this trail which is nice. Most people send a box to Whispering Pines Campground about halfway and literally right on the trail but they close in mid September for the winter. Another option is to walk your box to Black Hills Outdoor in downtown Rapid and they will drive it out to Sheridan Lake Marina for you and hold it for free! (The marina is on the north side of the lake near the group campground. But thru hikers can camp in group campground.) Another option is to send it General Delivery to Nemo post office which has Weekday and Saturday morning hours and is about a mile off the trail. The food carry won't be long but depending on time of year and weather...you may want to stop and get hydrated. More on that in WeatheWater below.
Transport:
The internet makes it look like Prairie Hills Transit system will take you about an hour south to Hot Springs. The internet lies. My plan was to hop the bus and hitch to the actual trailhead in Wind Cave National Park. When that fell apart, the good folks at Roamin Around shop hooked me up with the shuttle driver Jon...absolute sweetheart (and may bring Lucy for the ride so you can pet lots of doggo before heading out.) The shuttle to be dropped off at the trailhead was $120 and well worth it. Jon has all the up to date trail intel. There is also parking there - but check with Wind Cave National Park about any overnight fees at Norbeck. I caught a ride back to downtown Rapid from Sturgis (which is about 6 miles north of the northern terminius at Bear Butte, where you can park overnight for free) with the same shuttle, the thru hiker right behind me from Virginia finished the morning after me and didn't even take my money.
WeatheWater:
Straight up the Black Hills has the wonkiest weather I have ever experienced on trail. It's not hard to read, but you don't get a ton of early warning of something coming in. And the daily temperature swings for me were about 60 degrees. Depending on your gear and how cold/hot you get, this is the biggest gear packing challenge. My second hiking day hit 104 degrees with 3-5 mile sections without shade. The night before it had dropped down to about 40 (this is fairly typical for early September, most of my nights were low 40s, but freezing is not rare in September at all.) Also there are afternoon hailstorms at about 3 PM-4PM in the Black Hills - almost daily some times of the year. They supposedly taper off in the fall but I saw three. I'm not saying bring a helmet but golf balls to baseballs are not rare so plan accordingly. Don't hide in the caves and rock overhangs though because that lightning can and will get very close to you.
The water is best in the spring (May to June) which is the busiest season on this trail. When it's plentiful, your longest carry is about 7 to 10 miles. When it's not - your longest carry is about 25-30 miles. By the grace of God, that long water carry section between Dalton Lake and Alkalai Creek is at least somewhat shady until the last mile so your risk of heat stroke should still be low. Usually many creeks are dry by September but it was a very rainy summer so I got lucky and had pretty good water. My longest carry was 9 miles I think. But at 104 degrees even with nice sweeping prairie winds - it's like being in a convection oven. (I was told it's a "dry heat" so it should only feel like 102, which may be of some comfort to someone somewhere.) I downed 3 liters over that stretch and started to stress over my situation about a mile to the next potential source but I was fine. The CT's FB page has a constantly updated water report - or you can talk to Jon to get the beta. Know before you go for sure. I am from the east coast. I hike in New York we have more water than we know what to do with. I don't have much desert hiking experience. My 4L clean carry capacity (and 2L dirty capacity) may have been too much...but not by much. But I stress out about dry camping and water availability when I am in a place that doesn't have a clear, cold creek like every 500 yards.
I also lathered on the sunscreen and still burned through my apparently crap sun hoodie I bought on Amazon for $12. Honestly I'm usually one to skimp on the clothing system and buy the cheap stuff online because it's all gonna get filthy and break down anyway. I figure it's all the same junk sewn in Vietnam. This may be one of those trails where you should bring the good Arcteryx stuff if you have it because you will go from roast chicken to hypothermia in the span of 6 hours. I mean...I was fine with my REI garage sale rain shell because I only had one day of steady cold rain. But I probably would have googled a better sun strategy had I understood just how much UV assault I would suffer.
Terrain:
This is a nice cruise trail. There's no gigantic climbs, I think my biggest day was 3k feet. It's more constant ups and downs. It felt easy like Northern Oregon on the PCT, but I REALLY loved the landscapes. There's some really nice views...nothing gigantic like the Sierras or PNW or the Whites. But somehow just as cool though very different. The extreme north and south of the trail are a lot of prairies and canyons...extremely beautiful. The bulk of the middle is nice ponderosa pine forest punctuated by open balds and open rolling hills and bonkers cool rock formations. I had never seen undergroud creeks before. It's a really unique landscape and I thought it was stunning. And I am a big birder so it was like birding Christmas for me. Fall migration at the western most range of the eastern variants and the eastern most range of the western variants was absolutely fucking WILD. I had both and eastern and western Kingbird AND Meadowlark AT THE SAME TIME.
The trail is punctuated by a series of reservoirs and lakes in 5 to 10 mile intervals. Those bodies of water often have walk in National Forest Service campsites with vault toilets, dumpsters and some have potable water pumps. There is a fee box but no camp host charged me. They were all incredibly kind. You may be thinking "ugh I hate these!" But crawling in that puppy at 4 PM when all the potential subdermal hematomas in the form of rock hard ice balls are falling from the sky...it is a relief (and lets be honest, pooping without digging is nice.) Some of that hail is big enough to shred your rain fly. Plan accordingly.
The dispersed camping ON WATER is few and far between outside the NFS campgrounds. If you don't mind packing water or dry camping there are TONS of beautiful dispersed spots up on many of the balds and peaks you walk across. But all the water convenient dispersed sites are meh. All the stunning "omg I want to sleep here!" sites are dry. (There's a couple sections where hammockers may have fewer choices but overall hammocks are fine for this trail.)
BUT...campgrounds in South Dakota were like nothing I have ever seen before. Honestly. Every site seems like a full hookup RV site (so it's very easy to charge your stuff along the way...don't be tempted to take that 20k mah battery!) And the vast majority of recreational users of the Black Hills exist in a permanent caravan of Super Duty Pickup -> RV -> Trailer with at least and usually two full size UTVs and Side by Sides (or in some places there are horses in the trailer - I didn't see a TON of horse packers but heat and water availability may have been a factor.) You will be left with the feeling that you are the first and only person to ever venture in the Black Hills with less than a quarter of million dollars worth of internal combustion engines. I saw 1 other thru hiker, 1 weekend section hiker, 1 thru hiker was right behind me and 4 day hikers on the entire trail. And the 4 day hikers were all on the same day near Mt Rushmore . Most days, I walked all day without seeing a soul on trail outside of the NFS campgrounds.
Navigation:
Trail is MOSTLY well marked but I def did some bonus miles. There's a bunch of trail crossings in some places and you need be careful where you turn down. But there's no wayfinding, bushwacking or navigation you need to do. It's a pretty easy to follow trail...even in the spots where buffalo knocked the sign posts down (but use the Avenza maps and check your GPS now and again.)
Misc Awesome Things:
-Huge scenic variety. Hills, prairie, grasslands, canyons, lake shore, peaks, aspen forests, pine forests, balds...there's a little bit of everything on this trail.
-Literally zero trash critters! This might change if the trail gets more popular or the YouTube hikers and Insta influences start pushing it. You see chipmunks and squirrels. But they don't want your food at all. You can ring your shelter in unwrapped cliff bars they appear to have zero interest as they only see a few thru hikers a year as of now and haven't figured out how delicious you are. Leave your food in your vestibule nothing is gonna touch it.
-The rest of the wildlife is really cool. You will see buffalo and pronghorns and mountain goats and prairie dogs and marmots and turkeys and white tail deer. As an east coast tourist I was THRILLED.
-There are no real road walks unless you go in and out of Nemo/Merritt (or Ft. Meade for whatever reason.) Even then the longest town/campground detour here is a mile, maybe a bit less. Some of the trail is on old forest road but it's not terrible. It's mostly nice single track the whole way. Some places have more horse muck than others but I didn't think it was a problem.
-Many sections have no cell service. Which was great. A lot of the times I didn't check, I'm sure there was at least some every day on the ridgelines and summits. But I sent my checkin texts nightly from my Garmin and that's all I needed to do. But there are plenty of places to check your phone and bail out if anything goes wonky at home. It's remote enough that it's enjoyable but no so remote you are doing 8 or 9 days out of pocket like on the AT Hundo or the Northville Placid Trail or something like that.
-The ending is spectacular. No its not like Hunt Trail up Katahdin spectacular but Bear Butte, Mato Paha is a very cool micro ecosystem all on its own and its just a very cool, easy hike start to finish. Then you get to pop into Sturgis, home of the Kentucky Derby of motorcycle rallies...which again, as a tourist was an experience. There's lodging, laundry, hot food, fun. Perfect post hike situation. Downtown Rapid again, was cool too. There's some great food (check out Ugly Graffitti, the chef is an AWESOME dude and the food may make you cry a little its that good.) I bought a Dead stealie sticker for my concert poster tube at Black Hills Vinyl. Alternative Fuel and Harriet and Oak had AMAZING coffee. It's a town that runs on tourism and the downtown will keep you entertained for a night or two for sure!
-The bar in Nemo! The Brandin Iron (no G.) Nemo is close enough to Sturgis that you are entering Biker culture. Bikers were cool and fun as hell to talk to. The town of Nemo consists of that bar, a gas station, a campground, a post office and a church all within a 2 block radius. It's basically a waystation for bikers on rides. (There's a couple of cabins and I think a bunkhouse at the campground, but I paid $20 and set up my tent and was all alone amongst the RVs and UTVs.) There was a guy named Marvin playing at the bar that night...a beautiful sunburst Martin and a banjo. He told me a story about buying that Martin after jamming out with Earl Scruggs' cousins and Hank Williams Jr's bassist. He was 74 and picking absolute fire all night long for HOURS. Bluegrass, folk, outlaw country. It was treat! Loved that bar.
Misc Not Cool Things:
-There are ticks and poison ivy in the spring. Like a bunch. That is when the water is usually best. In the fall the Ivy is less irritating and the ticks are usually gone. I didn't bring any bug protection but a few places like Bear Butte Lake were absolutely swarming with non biting insects. If you can ignore them, it's all good. But check for ticks daily. I didn't get any because it was fall. But apparently spring can be tough tick wise.
-With the exception of some of the camp hosts (who are often thrilled to see hikers and will make you dinner and bring you firewood)...most people you meet in Nemo or at Legion Lake or at any of the trailheads, crossing roads etc will be absolutely baffled by the fact that you are walking 125 miles on purpose. Most locals have never heard of the Centennial Trail at all actually. The Black Hills have a long and somewhat shameful history as well as far as indigenous rights are concerned. Even now... seriously it's BAD and it's palpable. Even the camp hosts that were nice to a solo white lady often had no problem launching into a checklist of their issues with Lakota peoples to me apropos of nothing. I was like...whoa I am very uncomfortable with this. With few exceptions the spaces felt very segregated. Last year, like in 2022 - not 1963 - a hotel owner in Rapid publicly announced they would no longer rent rooms to indigenous people because they "cant tell a good Indian from a bad Indian." Like that was a thing that really happened. I'm from New York, we have well to do tribes and poor tribes both on and off the rez. But I have never in my life witnessed anything like this atmosphere before. The area is surrounded by the 3 poorest reservations in the country. So if you are on foot, many people will think you are just extremely poor and possibly consider you dangerous. Most places are NOT hitch friendly. And road crossings where you have to pop out of and back into the woods can be unsettling. People yelled stuff from cars. I don't know what but t didn't sound nice and I didn't want to hang around and find out. It's not like the big trails where locals know hiker culture exists. I was offered a ride to Sturgis on a bike AFTER explaining the whole thru hike thing...like that the point is to walk.
But it's also a good opportunity, if you are book/podcast listener to dive into the history and culture of the various Lakota tribes, who own the Black Hills but have no standing to run them like Havasupai and their famous hiking destinations. I forwarded all the fees that were waived for me and what I thought seemed like reasonable land use fees to the NDN Collective in Rapid, one of the organizations running the Land Back campaign. The Lakota Peoples Law Project is another. I dont know if that is sillly or patronizing or whatever, I recognize its like...nothing compared to the federal government's grazing permits and mining permits that seemed to be gifted to the large area landowners...but I honestly had no idea what else to do to be supportive. Its something that took generations to create and will take generations to unwind. We New Yorkers tend to feel money talks louder than anything else so that's what I went with mostly due to my own ignorance. I didn't know about this part of the culture before I went, but it's important to note if you want to make an informed decision about hiking on the land.
-The 6 miles from Jim Creek to Nemo and the 7 miles from Nemo to Dalton Lake are on mixed use UTV trails. You will have to yield to MANY of these things for a small portion of the trail...which is too bad because it's an otherwise nice section. Some of them are basically 4 seater mini trucks. BRAAAAAAAAAP! In the overall mileage it's a small section, but wow are there a lot of UTVs out there. There's been a push to make a foot only reroute option I understand...but as of now there isn't one. If you can time that for like a Tuesday morning or something, it's worth the trouble.
Anyway...that was my fall vacation to the Black Hills. As an NYC based hiker I am always looking for places I can fly to and make the logistics of resupply and transport do-able. I can 100% confirm this trail is easily done without a car and 100% worth the trip.

Kalispera /Thessaloniki,
Edit: it was "79 people drowned", referring to the sinking of the refugee ship Pylos. That's all I wanted to know, honestly.
It is my first day in Thessaloniki and Greece, visiting for vacation. Hopefully I can learn a bit more about this city in the coming weeks.
I was walking on street 'Egnatia', and I noticed some graffiti in a side street saying "79 [greek text] have fun tourists"
Since I am a tourist and can read English, this ofcourse caught my attention. What can it mean? Does 79 have a special significance? A date? Local calling code/post code? Any anti-tourist sentiment? Or just some random stuff I should not pay attention to?
Unfortunately I could not tell you the exact Greek text. I can recognize some Greek letters when printed, but it was dark and graffitti is not the clearesr handwriting.
Sorry if I could have found this easily online somehow or if it is sensitive subject, but I am honestly just curious?

Here are the posts from the last week still marked as "Unknown." Please help identify them if you can!

Date	Title	Author
2023-08-30	(unknown -> english)	u/freshacid98
2023-08-30	[Unknown>English]	u/Zach22155
2023-08-29	Unknown>English Can someone help translate this?	u/jonylew
2023-08-29	[Unknown > English] What does this painting my mom gave me say?	u/lakapitan
2023-08-28	[Unknown > English] This song from the soundtrack of Strike Suit Zero. I don't need the entire lyrics, but any translation would be much appreciated.	u/NotAVampireNoble
2023-08-28	English > Athabaskan (Apache)	u/js4u2js
2023-08-27	[Unknown > English] If you can translate this song text you'll be my hero of the day!	u/CorvusAstrum
2023-08-27	Unknown->English	u/Emiriasama
2023-08-27	[Unknown > English] a song (It's for a fan club investigation.)	u/pots05_27
2023-08-27	[Unknown > English] Found this mysterious rock on top of a mountain, anyone know what it says?	u/ButtBawss
2023-08-27	[Unknown > English] help translating a song	u/HeyitsFl0wer
2023-08-26	Unknown -> English	u/Barry_Ox-Joyce
2023-08-26	[Unknown > English] Can anyone help translate this for me please	u/Sherhmas
2023-08-26	[Unknown>English] Mark on a pottery bowl that I was told was Ming Dynasty Chinese	u/RealAssSimonBolivar
2023-08-26	[unknown > English] Book found in thrift store in NW Ohio, USA	u/Sensitive_Reality_84
2023-08-26	[Unknown>English] Found this written on a mirror. Does it mean anything?	u/Black_Nowitzki
2023-08-26	Unknown > English	u/Paxyz
2023-08-26	[unknown to english]	u/tangerine-slicer
2023-08-26	Unknown to English/Hungarian	u/Rebuluksz
2023-08-26	Unknown > English	u/deejaycee305
2023-08-26	[Unknown Devanagari? > English] Dead Like Me S1 E14 shirt.	u/BradleySlavik
2023-08-25	[Unknowns > English] Can someone please translate what this scammer said	u/TommySalami4569
2023-08-25	? > English Does anyone recognize these characters? On an old (50-120 years old maybe) gaming chip box I’d guess was made in China.	u/RiverWalker83
2023-08-25	[Middle Indic Language > English] These Glosses in a Middle Indic (?) Language Found Within Tocharian B Texts	u/stlatos
2023-08-24	[Unkown > English] Can anyone make out this signature?	u/TwasAKuntNugget
2023-08-24	[Unknown > English] Found this inside a shirt while unpacking a shipment at work... can you guys help me translate what it says? Thanks!	u/WileyWasp
2023-08-24	Unknown -> english	u/ChayH1
2023-08-24	[Unknown Language to English]	u/shytiger4
2023-08-24	[Unknown > English] Dialect from Chiapas to English maybe?	u/Cold-Illustrator2
2023-08-24	[Unknown > English] Ancient coin graffitti, possibly phoenician/proto-hebrew/aramaic.	u/hughvr
2023-08-23	[unknown > english]	u/aminbgg
2023-08-23	[unknown > English] This is an antique matchbox label	u/johnsinternetsales
2023-08-23	[unknown > English] What does this say??	u/Smokeyskimask
2023-08-23	[Unknown > English]	u/bellawych
2023-08-23	[Unknown > English] Strange attempt at Japanese? What does this say	u/flag_ua
2023-08-23	[Unknown > English] found on a ceramic animal sculpture	u/ziguslav
2023-08-22	Unknown to English found on I think weird	u/James5316
2023-08-22	[Unknown > English]	u/CornOnTheCob224

Please make any identifications on the individual request pages.

Having been born in 2000, I am young so my opinions may change but I feel like I grew up alongside AI. When I was in middle school everyone was having mock chats with Cleverbot. In 2016, when I first took a serious interest in these things, using ML AIs could already reproduce any painting in an another painter's style. And the idea of classification AIs developing a sort of reference image under the hood for every object they learnt was already old.
So I didn't think much when I first saw "a boy's journey through life". I have kind took for granted the idea that one day AI works will be amongst human ones. However, I now understand why people find these things terrifing. But I don't.
The scarriest idea isn't that bots will take over or that the evilest of people will have new found tools to mess everything up. No. The scarriest idea is that humans will get lazy somehow. That the economic efficiency of these machines will not only push us out of our jobs but also replace all the artistic labour with less inspired, more boring endless streams of content. People seriously fear "ending up like in wall-e"
Yet I don't know a single person that would admit to being happy if they did live like that. Maybe the most burnout of the burnout permenently want some form of break away from their stressful version of normal. But no human would be happy watching endless content and never seeing anyone face to face or any nature. Case in point: most people on tiktok end up doing random stupid challenges. The endless stream actually compels people to join it (which actually keeps it endless)
Humans have always had an inheret wish to express themselves and create. That's why Minecraft and before that legos and before that woodwork have been so popular through out time. I do think AI will have a different understanding in existence and AI art will have value in its own right just because of its inhuman origins. But art made by humans using these advanced tools is still an expression of humans. We don't have sentient machines yet.
Regarding art specifically, there are two worries I understood from Myke's stance: 1) there is a human touch (like each artist's artstyle) that gets lost in these tools and 2) collaboration (between humans) is requiered to create good works.
Point number 1) is more interesting to me. I am no artist but I know a few and I noticed they practice their artstyles. They spend time finding the one way it makes sense for them to express their ideas. I think this will perfectly translate to AI generation, where each person using these tools will find (through iterating over the same idea) an AI artstyle(s) that matches how they imagine things. There is nothing special about an artist's hand, tablet or words. The special thing is their brain and the things we associate to them are riddled with particularities that make perfect sense to that one person. Subtle things like how wide should that angle of an "A" be in a graffitty tag. We don't have that tool yet but I am confident it's only a matter of time until the creative process is taken away from bland people like me who invisioned a text box in which to write prompts and given to more creative people that will find ingineous ways of enhancing an artists work beyond what we can imagine. And through it all the "human touch" will always be present. Not in all the scraps left behind but through what people start relating to and decide to keep around.
I agree with 2). More people working on a project will most often result in more interesting works. But nothing about these tools (even the text based ones) prevent people from collaborating. Yes we are in the era in which we just discovered colouring pixels with a plastic pen. Soon all the cloud collaboration and smart photoshop like softwears will take shape and allow people to come togheter and generate art far superior to all the currently sole curiosities floating around online.
I dislike the terms AI and Machine Learning. These are softwear tools. There is no sentience here. One day it will probably come and sadly get a bad rep because of our current anxiety of what people do with current "AI". At the end of the day nothing has to be doom and gloom about our future. The economy may get more efficient but all people want is jobs not efficiency. Art creation may become trivialy easy but all people want is to express themselves just right. Content may increase many times over but all people crave is connection, understanding. One day an AI will be capable of that and it will be beautiful. But untill then I think we should fearlessly exolore these new possibilities as they appear. Pioneer or spend time trying to catch up with future generations that will.

I have been trying to make a big list of cool trinkets I could use in my campaign, anything would be good. Just trying to find more electric type ones. These are some of them that I have so far.(in advance I have been adding these and thank you so much to everyone's help so far)

1. a small, flat device, so old that it's original components are long one, that can be folded open along a long edge. When opened, a Holo of a Mariachi Band appears and plays one very catchy chorus melody until the device is closed again. The device does open all by itself from time to time.
2. a pendant with a digital mirror and some kind of optical scanner. Whomever this pendant is held in front of the face is scanned and the face presented in the mirror changes in some unsettling way
3. a ring made from optical wire and motion powered LEDs. The stronger the g forces experienced, the brighter the rings glow.
4. a set of smart glasses that replaces random faces with the face of a synthetic persona, making faces at the wearer
5. a poncho that changes its color and texture in reaction to the aggressiveness of voices around it.
6. A hologram message detailing how to get to a massive cache of currency but not where the map starts.
7. A simple idea would be data-chips that contain either interesting e-books, or vid/holo/vr programs - some just good stories, others comical, others quite possibly pornographic.
8. A small cobbled together train car that can move on its own using tea or other hot/steaming liquids
9. A Newton’s cradle made of: Holographic chrome spheres. 1. They are expertly rendered but it’s not as satisfying as the real thing. 2. Cybereyes. They blink on impact. It’s possible one still has a functioning wireless camera and it’s used as a surveillance device. 3. Knuckle bones. They aren’t round enough or balanced enough to properly demonstrate the conservation of energy but it’s pretty bad ass. 4. Perfectly round, flawless diamonds the size of marbles. Each would have been worth a fortune a century ago, but diamond manufacturing has become so routine they’re just a novelty toy now. 5. Explosive ammunition rounds. They’ve been disarmed… right?
10. Novelty glasses with attached fake nose and mustache, all plastic. However, they project a photorealistic holographic face over the wearer’s real face which moves with their facial musculature. The battery runs low after 1d6 hours and the lip sync fails first, making it obvious that it’s a disguise.
11. An old unstealable wallet. The electric charge and software fizzled out long ago, so it’s just a wallet.
12. L.e.d brass knuckles. They light up like a disco when you punch someone.
13. A happy birthday card that can be customized to say someone’s name. Some wag customized this one to call you fuckface.
14. A copkiller brass novelty police-style badge. It still plays “fuck da police “ when you press the logo in the center.
15. A graffitti cleaner bot someone tore the wheels off. It’s pissed off and tends to call “disreputable people” things like lumpenproletariat and little Eichmans. It also occasionally shouts “punk is dead”.
16. A food wrapper that's been folded into an origami animal. Roll a d10 to decide the shape. 1: Crane 2: Dog 3: Cat 4: Sheep 5: Horse 6: Fish 7: Bird 8: Mouse 9: Dragon 10: Unicorn
17. A walkie talkie type device which is linked to someone who doesn’t speak the PCs’ languages and just berates them in some foreign tongue
18. A music box made from an asteroid that is exceptionally durable
19. A sealed jar containing a plant that dies of exposed to oxygen.
20. A cooler filled with space lobster eggs. It’s refrigerator is faulty.
21. A key chain to a hover bike that reads “hope rides alone”.
22. An unmarked cube which displays an arrow pointing to a coordinate in space. A number displays distance.
23. A plastic coin with digital displays on both faces. Can be programmed to display whatever the user wants.
24. A kinetic desk toy that changes color each time it changes direction.
25. A solar powered Hula dancing figure. It charges and at night the skirt and bra glow.
26. An old menu to a now closed noodle bar. Still smells like ramen soup.
27. A handheld game device with an attached game cartridge, its label sticker worn off.
28. A usb drive. On it is: 1.Retro games. 2.Malware virus. 3.Encrypted file. 4.Coordinates to hidden cash boxes. 5. A current AAA game, pirated. 6.Poetry on the struggles of gang life.
29. A... cassette tape? Who the hell uses cassettes any more? This could contain some juicy info...
30. A baseball card. The digital portrait swings his bat and strikes a cool pose. You know offhand (DC 10 History check or equivalent) that the guy on the card got merc'd in a drive-by a few years back. That kind of bums you out.
31. A pocket-sized New Testament (or equivalent holy text). It is an ancient and fragile thing, and it stinks of old paper and stale cig smoke. You practically need a magnifier to make out the text.
32. A heart-shaped locket. When opened, a small digital screen inside depicts the image of a muscle car.
33. A crumpled postcard from someplace sunny and tropical, bearing the phrase "Wish I Were Here." On the back is the address for a strip club written in pen.

I remember her every day. She had beautiful blue eyes, long flowing black hair, the prettiest face I had ever seen. When she arrived to our high school, I was instantly in love. So much so, that it was really odd to me how nobody ever talked to the poor girl. Her name was Samantha Hopkins. She told us she was from Utah, and she had recently moved in with her parents. I remember it clearly, because her voice seemed mesmerizing to me.
She always had lunch in table 3. Absolutely nobody sat with her. It's kinda understandable, since everyone's friendships were pretty settled at that moment, but still heartbreaking. It was my last year in high school, and I hadn't found a girlfriend yet. I thought this could be my chance. So, one day, I proposed my friends to go sit down with her. She seemed very happy when we all showed up. It was nice seeing her smile.
So, we became friends instantly. I asked for her number, and we started texting and going out. She had the same likes as me, and I had the same likes as her. We went out at least once a week. Soon enough, we went out together almost everywhere. We were very, very close.
One day, I finally decided to ask her out. I was certain she would say yes. I remember it clearly: 14th of January, she was staying at my house that night, we were watching a movie in my bedroom, in the warmth of my small heater. I told her I loved her. She felt the same.
I was so happy. We started dating. Did practically the same things with her, but now it was different. I couldn't even believe how happy I was. She was the perfect girl, and she said the same about me.
I had just texted her a "Good night" as she was feeling sleepy. I started thinking. I hadn't seen her parents yet, or even seen her house. I had asked her where she lived, just in case she or I ever needed it, but had never actually walked home with her, since we lived in oppossite directions heading out of school. I thought, as her boyfriend now, I should probably do that chore. I figured she didn't talk about her parents that much because she didn't want to start that conversation. So I thought, the next day, I would start it. Not force her or anything, just... see what she thought.
So, the next day, when leaving our school, I remembered to ask her. I asked if she would be fine with me meeting her parents. She said "not yet". She wasn't prepared, and I understood. Maybe I had been too fast myself.
That night though, I couldn't stop thinking about it. I obviously didn't wanna break her privacy, but I thought it may be nice if I went to her house to give her a surprise, maybe go somewhere close. In retrospect, it was a bad idea. I could at least have told her sooner, just in case she didn't want her parents to see me or something.
I did go to the directions I remembered she told me, and I did remember them correctly. I thought otherwise, since when I arrived, it was just a bridge in the middle of town. Trucks passed loudly as I disappointedly stared at their reflections on the water. I went back home.
Next morning, I told her. She said I must have remembered incorrectly, and I believed her. So I asked for them again, just in case she or I ever needed it. She looked nervous that day. She was hesitant, but finally told me I could walk home with her that day after class.
We walked together. Again, she looked uneasy. I told her various times, if she was nervous about her parents seeing me, I would turn around. But everytime, she said no. When we arrived to her home, it looked... abandoned. It wasn't a pretty house. The facade was dirty. The roof was half destroyed. The door had graffitti all over it, the windows had no glasses, there was no mailbox. And she wasn't there anymore.
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It felt like a dream. I stood there silently, like the day before. I really looked around. I opened the door, and the interior was all walled up. I thought she may be pranking me. I tried to text her, but she didn't go online once.
The next day, only a couple of people still remembered Samantha. But nobody knew where she was now. Some people said her parents had to move out with her. I chose to believe that, only because I didn't know what else could have happened. I chose to believe she broke up with me in that odd manner.
But recently, I received an email from one of my high school friends. I'll just paste it here, so you can read it for yourselves:
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from: Noah Carter
Hey Caleb! I'm Noah, from high school, remember me? It's been so long! I hope you're doing okay, bud! I certainly am :-)
So, you're never gonna believe this, but now I'm working at a demolition company, and turns out we had a job close to our old high school! I'm emailing because, after doing the job, a single, untouched and clean piece of paper was left on top of all the ruins. Remember your girlfriend at the time, Samantha? Well, I can't believe this either, but believe me, it's not a joke. This is what it reads:
" Dear Caleb:
I'm deeply sorry for leaving all of a sudden. I'm concerned, because I don't know how it may have affected you. Still, I wanted to apologize. I didn't want you to know my secret. I had little time left. I thought, before I went away, I would show you what you wanted. I didn't just want to leave without notice. I wanted you to be there with me. I still love you very much, and I hope we get to see each other again. I can't wait to see how much you've grown. I bet you're still as beautiful as the day I met you. Thank you for making me happy.
With lots of love,
Samantha."
Now I've seen her again.

If I haven’t seen my roomate the cannibal by 10 minutes in, I know I’ve failed. At that point it’s all a foregone conclusion. It doesn’t matter if I nail the segment with the graffitti wall glitch and perform the shadow men skip to perfection. It’s all over if I don’t see that flowing bright dress before it hits the 20 minute marker. I’ve got to scrap it and start again.
But I suppose I should start at the beginning. I should start with getting a call from my friend Gary. I guess when you start speed-running you get used to cutting out boring beginnings. Blasting right through hand-holding tutorials to get to the meat of a game in a mad dash to the finish. You pick up bad habits like that.
I could never quite tell you exactly what it was that Gary did for a living. I knew he worked high up for the government and that his job seemed like some bizarre mish mash of accountancy, forensics, computer science and being a repo man. All I know is that when he got called in to investigate the assets, hardware and software, of some company that went bust, he’d usually give me a call if he found something fun. That is precisely why I now own a pair of shoes with a slot in the bottom for beef jerky (how that doesn’t scream ‘fraud’ as an investor I’ll never know) and also how I ended up with a collection of exotic pornography that any bachelor would envy.
So Gary called me on a Tuesday a couple months back telling me he has “something really special” I need to see. Having just clocked out of my 9 to 5 pencil pushing and having nothing but a cat to go home to I figure what the hell, I may as well stop by and check it out. I texted a neighbour to feed my cat and emphasised it’s got to be the wet food because he doesn’t eat the dry stuff. That pampered orange tabby is spoiled as hell because I’m a soft touch when it comes to animals.
I arrived at the place where Gary has dropped a pin to his location and it was an old boarded up travel agents with a big ‘Commercial Lease Available sign outside”. You could just about make out “Tina’s Travel-Takes You Out of This World” beneath the damp plyboard fitted over the windows. I gave Gary a call, standing awkwardly outside the travel agents and it took him a while to pick up. When he did he sounded out of breath.
“...Hey man. You have to get up here. You are going to lose it”.
His actual phrasing may have been a little cruder and pointed to the deleterious effects of a diet low in fibre, but I think you get the jist. He sounded like he couldn’t contain his excitement and all of a sudden neither could I. Eventually he answered the door and led me to a small dingy stairs down the hall from where the travel agent’s office was. The staircase creaked and cracked, wheezing out dust like a smoker coughs phlegm, and I questioned what poor company had owned this space before Gary got called in.
“Carmel Summit Productions” Gary responded, with half a chuckle “They say productions but as far as I can tell from the payroll records it was one guy, Thomas Carmel, and some occasional contractors. Wait until you see all this stuff. This guy must have been some kind of wild, tech-genius type. Just not so good with the money...”
Gary trailed off a little bit toward the end of the sentence. We tried not to think too much about what our little treasures were the result of: dreams destroyed, livelihoods vanished, wailing and nashing of teeth. But when you’re walking away with prototype bluetooth speakers a couple months before they hit the market you’re not asking too many questions.
Finally we hit the top of the stairs and enter into what looks like the kind of place I lived in right out of college, when I was using my BA for little more than mopping up fry grease on the drive-in night shift. The walls were bare and a single dirty mattress lay on the floor. A small whiteboard sat on an otherwise empty desk. The only distinguishing feature was a big clear box with a few words scrawled in Sharpie on the side of it.
“CARMEL SUMMIT PRODUCTIONS”
“Oh wow, it’s ever apartment I’ve ever played Beer Pong in” I remarked sarcastically. Gary wagged a finger at me with a look of glee in his eyed and stepped over toward the clear box. After ruffling through some junk and paperwork he pulled out a contraption that looked like a VR headset. It was a mess of wires and the attached haptic feedback gloves looked worn from overuse. He plugged it into a a wall outlet and with a whir and a few shining lights the thing seemed to come to life. He gestured for me to put it on.
The words ALBTRAUM QUEST consumed my vision and aside from those words in huge purple lettering there was nothing to tell me anymore except for occasional chirp of glitchy Midi music in my ears. Gary lifted one of the plastic ear flaps and whispered that I should try to pull myself toward the ‘Q’ and fly through it. Before I knew it I was sailing through the void, ever hearing wind whip around my head. My heart fluttered with excitement. Gary and I had both been huge gamers when we were in college but the stresses and strains of adult life had seen us largely abandoned the hobby. I had told him before about how much I’d love to try one of those fancy new VR headsets and here I was, sailing through the air toward a brave new world from a confines of an apartment with damp on the ceiling.
As I found myself engulfed by a glowing blue portal that had grown inside the letter ‘Q’ I could have sworn it was wind wooshing around my head anymore. I thought I heard whispers.
Before I knew it I was standing in an alleyway. This was Layer 1, Ego.
I should probably give you a quick rundown of ‘ALBTRAUM QUEST’ before we go on. We found ourselves quickly acclimatising to its bizarre world in a fever pitch of playing that didn’t so much border on obsession as it did move to obsession, buy a house in obsession and pass the obsession citizenship taste.
The game was simplistic and graphically janky, along with screaming “budget passion project” in a million other ways. It was divided into only 3 levels or ‘layers’ in the game’s parlance: Ego, Superego and Id. The gameplay resembled those sorts of games that I often heard Gary snidely dismiss as ‘walking simulators’; in ALBTRAUM QUEST there was no barrage of firearms or suite of magical powers. You were just a body moving through a series of confined but bizarre spaces. Because of this the degree to which you could interact with the environment was often either limited, or seemingly nonsensical. If you’ve ever played one of those point-and-click adventure games from the 90s and found yourself combining a beach ball, a rubber band and a duck statue into a perfectly functional internal combustion engine you should have some idea of what I mean. Eventually we internalised these little inconsistencies to the point we referred to them in shorthand- the matronly woman who had to be given a gift of a bouquet of reeds to finish the Ego layer was simply called ‘The Witch’.
The purpose of the game flashed right in front of your eyes the second you landed in that alleyway at the beginning of the Ego Layer: “Reassemble Yourself”. It referred to the fact that upon completion of each layer your virtual body would absorb a little glowing shard, we theorised referring to the portions of your psyche after which the layers were named, and you could then move on to the next layer in pursuit of the next one.
Very much the kind of thing that Gary or I would have dismissed as a bit too ‘arty’ or ‘abstract’ were it not for the sheer appeal of playing an odd little VR game that was otherwise never going to see the light of day. Playing it you got the feeling that you were being let in on some demented secret you were never meant to know. Your pulse quickened for this reason. But, looking back, it also quickened for the unnerving horrors that lurked in that darkness.
In any case the very first time I was dropped into that dim lit alleyway I felt something between wonder and the suppression of a giggle. I had been out of the gaming loop for a while but I knew that technical standards had long ago surpassed this: sharp edges to the textures, a light with all the variety and texture of jaundice and the stilted animations of the rats scurrying along the wall. But still I couldn’t help but be charmed at the feeling of truly bring in a game. For the first while I merely swiveled my head around, took in the sites and rubbed my hand against the wall and felt it strong and slightly cold to the touch. Temperature feedback? Or was I just imagining it?
My eyes caught a glint up ahead. A little bell and a pair of glowing eyes peered out from the darkness. My first enemy perhaps? I tried to get close but the cat scurried away. I caught a glimpse of fur the colour of a sunset as it sashayed away from me down one of the linear corridors of cobbles that branched from the starting alley. I had just enough time to register the thought that it looked curiously like my cat before a shadow figure emerged from behind the corner and leapt, with all its limbs flailing behind it, toward me.
DISINTEGRATED
The large purple words flashed on screen and then blackness.
I whipped the headset off and found my heart racing. Gary was perched against a bedpost absolutely busting a gut at my misfortune.
“You’re supposed to dodge those. But ah hell I guess you can’t do that yet. You have to get the Syncretic Ring first”.
Syncretic Ring. He said it like you might say Phillips head screwdriver. With a combination of exactness and familiarity, a well worn tool that despite its specificity becomes as well known to you as the back of your own hand. This is how all the elements of ALBTRAUM QUEST would come to be known by us over the course of the coming months as we hurried upstairs, leaving faded advertisements for package holidays in Greek islands behind us. We raced through Layer 1, dodging shadow people until they hurled themselves into walls, living behind thin reeds which we collected and gave to the aforementioned Witch to grant us passage to layer 2. We raced to see who could do it faster, eventually hitting layer 2 in 9m38s as Gary’s personal record following the discovery of a couple of handy glitches in the meantime.
I had never much been interested in the online phenomenon of “speed running”. The odd video had popped up from time to time, some madman finishing a Mario game in 17 seconds or something equally astonishing, but it provoked in me no more than a raised eyebrow of curious shock. The whole world of the hobby seemed so impenetrable and full of insider lingo and obsessives who knew obscure 16 bit games better than I knew any of my closest friends. But that all changed up in that dingy apartment and we soon found ourselves referring to things like “the graffitti texture wall clip” in tones the knowing terms of masters of our craft.
But then there were the things I hesitated in speaking to Gary about, because I could believe neither my own eyes nor my quickening pulse in the face of them.
It began with that little cat, skulking in the alleyway. I only spotted him from time to time and, once we had discovered significant skips within Layer 1 I hardly ever spent long enough lolly gagging around the level to see him, but with every sighting I grew more and more certain of my conviction. Somehow in this dodgy piece of indie Virtual Reality, there was my cat Fidel Cat-stro. Don’t ask about the name, I was watching a BBC documentary series at the time and couldn’t help myself with the horrible pun. But there was his fluffy, parading tale and the chunk of it lost to a fight. The detail was too precise and too perfect to be coincidental. It gave me the shivers at the time but eventually I was too busy racing through the level with complicated, pixel-perfect crouch jumps to pay much attention.
Cannibal Paul in the Superego Layer was another story.
We were ecstatic the first time we reached Layer 2-Superego. Our excitement was quickly dampened by a noticeable spike in difficulty. After entering through the door summoned in an alleyway wall by the Witch one found oneself in what looked like some kind of armoury. The walls were bare concrete (the developer clearly not having much taste in varied interior decorating) and all the pegs and hooks on the walls were empty of the weapons they should have held. Standing opposite you was a sour faced man in a dull blue uniform who accosted you immediately.
“Are you the new recruit?!”
No matter how you responded, with a few notable exceptions I’ll get to later, he would take it as the affirmative and give you you’re mission.
“Looks like you pulled Cannibal duty from tonight. Now our friend needs to get some physical exercise so you’re gonna have to accompany him on one of his walks. Make sure he doesn’t harm anyone in the facility”.
With that your locked into place and the guard strolls away to the end of a long dark corridor, vanishing into nothingness. Having nothing to arm yourself with and eager to get to your mission you’ll stroll right down the hall after him, which illuminates in blocks as though it’s loading itself in stages. Although you may not pick up on it initially you’ll eventually realise that the “prison” is really just a reskinned alleyway and navigating to the small crevice where you receive the “Syncretic Ring” will take you to a cell labelled ‘Hungry Ghost’.
Inside is the man we took to calling “The Cannibal”, taking our cue from the guard, but when I first open the door I saw the Hungry Eyes of my old room mate Paul glaring back at me. I recoiled in shock. There was his wet blue eyes, his tobacco stained teeth and the patchy black beard I used to bust his balls about. But there was something different in this little cell block. Flecks of red in his beard? Blood, dripping with a level of animation clarity I couldn’t believe from this roughly hewn piece of vapourware. I took off the headset with shock and Gary was right there in my face.
“Who is it for you?”
I paused for a moment, still shocked and unsure of how to respond.
“It’s my cousin Phil for me. Cheeto dust on his damn fingers and everything man...”
This is when we knew we had found something entirely different. This was the origins of our consumption by ALBTRAUM QUEST. This is where the feverish hours spent in that dank apartment began and how it would finally lead to the horrible fate that came at the end of our obsession.
But there I go “sequence-breaking” again, as we call it in the speedrunning trade.
Our desire to get to the bottom of this bizarre little game as well as a healthy natural competitiveness in trying to complete it as quickly as possible soon glossed over any misgivings we might have with its eerie content. When I first saw my room-mate, a guy who had agonised my every hour only a few years ago with piled up dirty dishes, laying on a cell floor with blood dripping from his chin I was seized with an icy prickle up my back. By the 200th time I hardly gave him a passing glance as I was simply on the lookout for ways to speed past his lengthy walk animation and to discover a means of interrupting his ‘curiosity-hunger’ animation cycle altogether.
After your head's been in the speedrunning game for long enough you tend to stop viewing your environment or the figures that populate it as 'people' or 'places'. They become merely vectors to be interacted with,exploited or bypassed in the hopes of getting that next record. It was in doing just such an exploit, standing in front of Cannibal Paul in just the right spot so he was deemed as 'completing' his exercise without moving an inch, when something changed. I was in a faraway place, doing mental calculations about just how we could solve the as yet uncompleted Layer 3, Id when Paul opened his mouth.
"You have gained a shard".
I looked down in shock. As far as I knew none of the characters we had encountered were voiced other than the prison guard. And they certainly didn't have that voice that rang with'late-rent' familiarity. My blood turned to ice-water as Cannibal Paul piped up again.
"But what have you lost...?"
I pulled off the headset with shock and found Gary staring blankly at me. Just as I was about to open my mouth to explain I felt feedback in the gloves: a hand squeezing mind, tightly, as though with a mixture of anger and desperation. I pulled off the haptic gloves, made some excuse about my cat and left.
It was a couple of weeks before I returned to the game and it was not, initially, by my own volition.
"Completed. 1 min 15 sec'
The text message from Gary was simple and, to most, would have meant almost nothing. But I could hardly believe my eyes. In the fortnight I had taken away from ALBTRAUM QUEST he had cracked the final layer with the woman and her tea set and set a record that seemed entirely impossible. I was eaten up with curiosity and the moment I finished work I sped down to the downtown office with the Travel Agent's face beaming from the window. The door was ajar when I got there.
I arrived in the apartment to find no sign of Gary, who hadn't responded to my texts or calls either. But the VR device lay on the floor, blinking softly to indicate it was in sleep mode. I picked it up, brought it to life and pulled myself toward the gaping mouth of that great big 'Q'. This time I could hear the whispers clear as day and within them, Gary's voice, unmistakable.
"In-te-grate..…"
Shaking off a shiver I quickly entered autopilot, ready to blast through just the right sequence of glitches and skips so I could fiddle around in Layer 3. However as I was clipping myself into a section of alleyway wall to ensure an immediate supply of reeds, something caught my eye. The glowing eyes of Fidel Cat-stro and, glistening below them, a freshly spilled pile of innards, rendered in hideous detail.
My heart caught in my throat, but I pressed on. Cannibal Paul seemed disinclined to exercise in this run and it gave me pause. He seemed more interested in chatting.
"Are you going to join us in the Feast of Integration?".
As mentioned previously dialogue was not a huge feature of the game and for that reason I was unsure how to respond. I attempted to nudge and kick the Cannibal's character model to try to speed up whatever delay in the animation was preventing me from accessing Layer 3.
"Oh you are a persistent one" he remarked with a chuckle, and a voice and intonation that sounded nothing like my old slob roomate.
Following this he poked his fingers into a wound in his chest that had been sown up and, from inside, produced the glowing shard he normally spat from his mouth. I took it with a trembling hand and the feeling of viscera splattered on it caused me to gag in the headset. Then, as ever, the trap door opened beneath my feet and I fell into Layer 3, Id.
It was all familiar. The room lit by candlelight. The knee high table with the elaborate tea set. And of course the woman crouched opposite it, canary yellow dress spilling around her and eating away at the earth. Her wrinkled face I recognised from family photo albums.
It was never easy to view my Grandmother as an obstacle, but at this stage it was second nature. It was precisely the impossibility of her warm face that had driven me for so many months to unlock the secrets of this bizarre game. Gary would never tell me who it was sitting at the tea table for him, but I could see from his eyes and his excitement at having found new glitches that it was someone of equal importance. Steam rose from the teapot and cast my grandmother’s kind face in a warm haze of moisture of soft light.
“Please. Be my guest. Pour yourself a cup”.
I took the ornate teapot by the handle and began to pour the steaming hot liquid on the floor underneath the table, directly below where my cup was. It took us a while to figure out being rude and messy was the best route here as for some obscure reason of object mapping this was the only way to prevent yourself from having the repeatedly adjust your pouring pattern to “my grandmother’s” liking.
My grandmother imbibed her tea and, just as she tipped her cup to drain that last drop there was the familiar whirring of gears and cranking of chains that always followed. The tea room sat in a void of darkness, the candlelight eventually too weak to fight it off or cast much more than a dim glow, and from out of a darkness came the Sarcophagus. The golden crafted tomb emerged from the darkness like luggage rolling off a conveyor belt at the airport. My grandmother cast her eyes to it and this was always the point where her voice changed, and where I got stuck.
“Please be a dear and wake my husband up...”
The voice coming from my grandmother was now deep, masculine and glitchy. In my all consuming obsession with finishing the game it had been simply been another thing to shrug off and not think too much about. I was still smarting from the idea that Gary had apparently completing this thing before me, and with a kind of speed I could only imagine. I wanted to at least see the end screen. But I had tried everything before. Hammering on the sarcophagus, searching every nook and cranny of the limited little room for a clue or useable item, even drinking a correctly poured cup of tea: which led to a rather lacklustre animation of the tea draining in fits and spurts.
I was mulling over my next move when I caught the faint glow from the Sarcophagus. Around its seams, where the Egyptian figure’s elbows met the side of the tomb, a pale blue light was cast. Before I could process what was going on the coffin had swung open with a creak and from inside it rose a familiar face.
Gary stared back at me with a smile.
“You only think of what you can gain in this world..but what you lose is the key...”
I think I managed to stutter out some surprised profanity before I felt the wrinkled hand on my shoulder. I turned expecting to find my grandmother, but instead found an emaciated looking man, short and with eyes that were almost black. He grinned up at me with the expression of a proud father who has just heard his child say its first words. As Gary piped up again I whipped my head back round to face him.
“You must lose yourself in the game to win. It’s as simple as that. Harmony of sensation and psyche and cyberspace. Thomas here told me all about it….”
The emaciated game developer walked from behind me to stand beside the sarcophagus, exchanging a knowing glance with Gary. With a smile Gary pointed toward my chest. I looked down to find several glowing seams in an exact replica of my clothes in the real world, not the prison guard uniform I had been wearing only moments before. Then there was the sensation of four hands digging into me, scooping out innards greedily.
I pulled off the headset and flung it across the room.
I didn’t see Gary at all after that, and I never returned to the little apartment above the travel agents. I went back to my life, punching the clock, not looking my familiar cat at the eyes as I fed him, going to after work drinks from time to time. But to this day I cannot shake the feeling that something is missing. I don’t laugh at funny movies or cry when life gets sad. I wonder if those emotions aren’t floating and glowing somewhere, in a pixelated alleyway, next to a rotten mouthed witch.
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OK, firstly I want to explain that my YouTube channel is not really taking off, I am unemployed, and I am still learning how to do things like edit my videos, so I will be straight.
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What I hoped to find was somebody willing to make a short intro clip of around 5 seconds for my channel, and in return I will fully credit your name in the end credit screen, and give links in my description to whatever you want - either contact info for more work or a portfolio showcasing your previous work.
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My channel: I teach programming but have no experience making videos. I want to do video lessons professionally. I don't want to mess it up because eventually this will be my job, so I decided to learn using my second passion...gaming.
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I have a very small gaming channel where I upload things I find funny, interesting or helpful from games I enjoy to play. Mainly so far it has been Destiny 2 and Red Dead Redemption 2. I literally have 6 subscribers and most of my videos get just a couple of views - most of which I am sure is just me revisiting them to check up on their progress.
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To get an idea, check out a video I uploaded just a few hours ago: my latest video
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I plan to start streaming on camera with a mic and using twitch as-well but right now my confidence is really low. I want my channel to look and feel more professional and suit my style and personality.
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What I am after: If you look at my intro you will see I like Metal music...the heavier the riff, the better. My name, Raser is an old graffitti name that became my gamertag and has stuck with me for years. The music in the intro is alright and it took me a long time to find the right sample with the right license that allowed me to use it on my channel. But the logo/name? Here's what I do (You probably already know, but don't hate me for this I am not a graphic designer by far!) I find a suitable background image, open it in an editor, add the text, save it, then put it into my video editor as a clip that runs for the duration of the audio. Its very basic and unprofessional, but is an improvement from how I was doing it using online tools with watermarks all through my videos! (you can still see them on my channels early videos). The games i play are FPS (First person shooters) Open World, Role Playing Games and so on.
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What I visioned was my name "Raser Sharp Gaming" being shot onto a brick wall background, graffitti style, letter by letter, with a bullet sound/explosion each time.
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I know I am asking for a lot and I hope my vision makes sense to others reading this, so let me know your thoughts. I have no idea how to take it to the next level and create what I cam picture in my head.
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If the intro is decent I might want more things done down the line like the overlay screen for a stream. If I am happy with the intro I might be able to scrape some funds together to pay towards this.
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Feel free to message me for more information or send me some ideas
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[EDIT] Since posting this (and my comment below about learning) I have decided to test the waters myself. I have blender installed already on Ubuntu Studio but I've never known how to use it. So I went online and found some templates that were available for use. The one I used had a text file basically saying it's free to use as long as his link is provided in the end video so I will be sure to remember that if I end up using it. if anybody wants it let me know.
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So I grabbed the template opened up blender and boy was I lost...I just about managed to edit the text in the animation, then had to figure out the rendering process. I didn't like the music it had so I then added my own metal track I'm already using. Its taken me a good few hours but here's what I managed to do already:
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As you can see my little like and subscribe image is the same basic one. I basically took the rendered video, loaded it in my editor, muted it, put my audio over it (trimmed to fit etc) added the like image, then smoothened things out with the little fade ins and outs and the blurry transition. I think that if I can figure out how to do this in a few hours I might be able to learn for real. Let me know your thoughts.

I've been taking a lot of walks lately.
There haven't been many other opportunities to get out of the house, after all. I've been taking quarantine very seriously. One of my best friends got sick with Coronavirus and had to be hospitalized for several weeks, so I am treading very carefully during this pandemic. On top of that, I recently quit my job, and decided to take a few weeks off while I figure out what I want to do next. So I'm spending almost all of my time at home.
For the most part, I don't mind. I'm not a particularly social person, so the distancing doesn't bother me, and I've got plenty to do at home. Still, I do start to get a little stir crazy being cooped up in the house all the time.
Besides, I've always enjoyed taking a walk around the neighborhood to get a little fresh air and clear my mind. Walking helps me think through my problems, make decisions, and come up with ideas.
So I've been trying to take a walk around my neighborhood once a day, just to help me stay sane.
Of course, I live in Arizona, where it is currently about 115 degrees outside, so walks are tricky. I usually go out either at night or early in the morning before the sun comes up. That way it's a little cooler outside, and there usually aren't too many other people out for me to need to worry about avoiding. As an added bonus, walks in the dark can be quite creepy, which suits me just fine as a lifelong horror fan. Sometimes I even listen to a spooky Podcast on my headphones to try to scare myself.
I had my headphones on when I went for my walk six nights ago.
I left the house at about 11:00pm, a little later than usual. It had been a particularly hot day and I had been feeling lazy, so I thought about skipping the walk entirely. But I knew that if I did, my legs would get restless and I would have trouble sleeping that night, so I decided to go ahead and go. As always, I brought my switchblade, just to be on the safe side. The knife was a gift was my brother, and while I had never used it and never really expected to need to, I kept it sharp, and I always brought it along with me when I went out after dark. Better safe than sorry.
At that time of night, the neighborhood streets were quiet and mostly deserted. Save for a few passing cars, I didn't encounter anyone as I walked peacefully.
I followed my normal route for a few minutes, but stopped when I got to the little neighborhood park. I usually made my way through this park on my walks. It was normally well lit by a series of old fashioned lampposts, strategically placed throughout the park. But at this late hour, all of the lampposts were off. It occurred to me that I had no idea when this park technically 'closed'.
Of course, even if it was closed, there was nothing really stopping me from walking through it. I thought about it, but I knew that a lot of people walked their dogs through this park, and even though there were signs posted everywhere telling pet owners to clean up after their animals, a lot of them didn't. With the park shrouded in a darkness that was only disturbed by the gentle moonlight, I wouldn't be able to see where I was placing my feet, and I didn't want to risk stepping in anything.
I decided I would take a different route that night and explore a different part of the neighborhood. Instead of cutting through the park, I walked around its outskirts.
I kept walking until I came across a well lit alleyway. I live in a fairly nice neighborhood, as you can probably gather from the fact that we have our own park. In addition to the park, there are also a few alleys that sort of tie in with the park system, and this appeared to be one of them. The gravel alleyway was extra wide with a paved path in the middle for walking and bicycling. The path was lined with a series of waist high lampposts which cast a gentle glow in the alley, illuminating the scattered trees and bushes which grew in the gravel. The lampposts themselves were painted a gentle gray to blend in with the landscaping. The whole scene almost felt more like a hiking trail than an alley.
It looked like a nice place to walk, so I crossed the street and turned onto the paved path.
Almost immediately, I noticed a small rock placed at the base of the first lamppost on the left side of the path. Painted with with a bright blue sheen, the rock caught the gentle light of the lamp and stood out from the gray gravel around it. The word 'Welcome' was painted on the rock in yellow lettering.
I smiled. Ever since the pandemic hit, I had been seeing little painted rocks like these around the neighborhood. They were usually painted in bright colors with happy little messages. I assumed they were the work of bored neighbors, a nice little art project from people stuck inside with too much time on their hands. Whoever it was, I appreciated them for taking the time to spread a little positivity during the pandemic. Finding these rocks on my walks always brought a little smile to my face.
I looked ahead to the next lamppost, which was about fifteen feet ahead and on the alternate side of the path. Sure enough, I saw that another rock glittered at the base of the second lamppost, this one painted a glossy red with orange lettering. As I approached it, the letters came into clearer view: 'Smile', it said. So I did.
I kept walking down the path, and made a mental note to remember the location of this alley. I might have to adjust my normal route and walk this path more often.
There was a lamppost every fifteen or twenty feet, on alternating sides of the path. And as I suspected, at each lamppost, I found a colorful glossy rock with a painted message. I made a point to pause and read them all as I walked.
'Be kind!' one of them said.
'We love you!' said another.
One just had a little yellow smilie face.
'Have fun!'
'Dance!'
'Stay safe!'
'Stop'
I paused. This one was different from the others. The word 'Stop' was painted in red, but the rock itself had not been painted at all. It was a smooth gray stone that blended in well with the gravel surrounding it. The message gave me pause as well, as it didn't fit with the tone of the others at all.
I stared at it for a moment, then shrugged and moved on. I wondered if maybe that rock was unfinished. Maybe someone would be back to add to it later. Maybe it would eventually say 'Stop worrying' or something like that.
I moved my gaze ahead to the next lamppost and frowned. Once again, there was a rock, but it wasn't painted with any bright or glossy colors. I could see red letters on the plain gray stone, and as I got closer, I read them: 'wait'.
Puzzled, I kept walking.
The next rock was similar to the last two. 'Turn back', it said in red lettering. But of course I didn't turn back. At this point, my curiosity was piqued, and there was no way I was going to turn back now. In fact, I walked faster, eager to see what the next rock said.
'Don't' was next.
At the next lamppost, again, but in a bolder lettering and all capital letters: 'DON'T'
I started to grin. This was starting to get just a tiny bit creepy, and I loved it. I wondered if there was a horror fan in the neighborhood, someone who had decided to break up the positivity with a little spookiness. It seemed like something I would do, frankly.
I glanced ahead to the next lamppost and saw that there were two rocks under this one. As I got closer, I noticed that their letters were not painted at all. Instead, it looked like someone had written on these with a black sharpie.
One of them said 'Really'. The other, in very bold lettering: 'STOP'. But of course I kept walking.
The next lamppost had four rocks, each of them plain gray stone, each with a single word scribbled in Sharpie: 'What' 'are' 'you' 'doing'
Then, at the next lamppost, two more: 'Turn back' 'NOW'
At this point, I have to admit that I was starting to get a little creeped out. I wasn't sure why – they were just rocks, after all, no different than the colorful ones from before except that these were put here by someone with a slightly darker sense of fun. It probably didn't help that I was still listening to my horror Podcast, and it was pretty late at night. For whatever the reason, I found myself glancing at shadows as I walked, looking for signs of movement.
When I reached the next lamppost, I finally stopped in my tracks.
The rock under this post was larger than the others, and the message that was scrawled on it sent shivers running up and down my spine.
'He'll kill you'
It seemed to me that this one went a little too far. I was actually surprised that someone had gotten away with writing something like that in a public place, on a path where parents probably walked with their children. I glanced ahead down the gently winding path. From where I was standing, I could only see three more lampposts. After that was pitch darkness – I guessed that some of the lampposts were probably broken, which was a common problem in these alleyways.
I thought about turning back then. This was creepy enough that I wasn't sure how I would feel about continuing once there was no light.
But the logical part of my brain insisted that I was being silly. They were just rocks, after all, just someone's silly joke, and I wasn't scared of the dark. Besides, if I really had trouble seeing, I could always use the flashlight on my phone. There was no point in turning back. I had been walking in this alley for several minutes now, so I had to be approaching another street soon anyway.
Still, I stood there indecisively for a few moments. I had almost talked myself into turning back when something else caught my eye.
I squinted ahead at the next lamppost: there was no rock on the ground at its base. Instead, it looked like someone had written something on the lamppost itself. The text was not facing me, but was instead angled in toward the path, so I couldn't quite make out what it said from where I was standing.
But this was another escalation. Writing creepy messages on scattered rocks was one thing, but this was actual vandalism now.
I hesitated, thinking.
In the end, curiosity won out. The horror fan in me wanted to see what came next, and wouldn't let me turn back. I kept walking, at a slower pace this time, creeping forward until I could read the text that had been scribbled on the lamppost in black Sharpie:
'This is not a joke'
While my logical brain protested the silly precaution, instinct ignored logic, and I found myself reaching into my pocket and pulling out the switchblade. I held it in one hand, my thumb resting on the button that would extend the blade if I needed it. Better safe than sorry I guess.
Looking ahead, I saw that more words had been written on the next lamppost, and I kept moving.
'Stop' was written at the top of the post in bold lettering. Below that, in a more hasty scribble, the warning from before was repeated: 'He will kill you'
I frowned and looked ahead again, eyeballing the last lamppost I could see. Its light illuminated the path for a few feet past it. Beyond that was total darkness. Again I could see writing on the post, but I couldn't make it out.
At this point, I was committed. I had to know. Feeling genuinely unsettled now, I pushed the button on my switchblade, and the inner spring mechanism extended the blade in an instant. I tightened my fist around the knife and held it at the ready as I crept forward toward the last light.
I stopped a few feet away when I could finally make out what was written on the post.
'He is here'
As soon as I read the words, the light flickered off.
I gasped. In that moment, I almost turned and ran for it. I probably would have, except that when I turned around, the light from the next closest lamppost flickered off too, and I found myself standing in almost total darkness.
My pulse quickened. I yanked my headphones off and hung them around my neck, then listened, half of me expecting to hear the sound of gravel crunching beneath footsteps.
I could hear a cicada chirping somewhere nearby. Otherwise, the world was silent. I stood perfectly still, doing everything in my power not to disturb that silence, my eyes darting around in an effort to probe the darkness that had so suddenly surrounded me.
After a moment, I finally remembered my cell phone. I took it out of my pocket with my free hand, turned on the screen, and switched on the flashlight app. The light was plenty bright enough to illuminate my surroundings, so I spun around on the spot, holding my phoene out in front of me, shining it on the path and the surrounding alleyway. Some part of my brain was expecting to find a shadowy figure, someone lurking in the night. But I was alone.
I did notice something else, though.
More painted rocks. Lots of them.
They littered the ground behind the lamppost whose light had gone out as I approached it. There were dozens of them, some of them painted bright colors, others plain gray. From what I could see, they all had messages written on them, some painted in glossy colors, others scrawled in Sharpie. I didn't even try to read them all, but a few caught my eye as I scanned the area.
'Love!'
'Peace!'
'There will be blood'
'Keep safe!'
'You will die'
'He is here'
'Oh no'
'Help each other!'
'Wash your hands :)'
'Don't turn around'
I swept my gaze further and further from the path, and then I froze.
In the light from my phone, I could see the fence on the side of the alley. The fence itself looked perfectly ordinary, constructed from cinder blocks just like the fence in my own back yard. But my gaze settled on a wooden gate set in the fence, almost directly behind the lamppost. Even from where I was standing, I could see that the wood was warped and rotted. It almost looked like it was older than the fence it was set in.
That was odd enough in and of itself, but that wasn't what caught my attention.
A single word was written on the gate in enormous crimson letters.
'Run'
And I should have, but I was captivated. I stared at the letters, gently glittering in the light from my phone as if the paint was fresh.
All of a sudden, a light came on from the other side of the fence, and I heard the sound of a door closing.
My eyes widened. Someone was outside.
I hurried to turn the flashlight off on my phone, plunging myself back into darkness. In my other hand, I held the switchblade with a tight grip, my hand shaking. Every ounce of me was conflicted between the desire to flee and the need to stay still and avoid making any noise.
I waited, and I listened. For a moment, there was silence, and then came a sound that I would have said sounded like a whispering voice, except it was coming from the other side of the fence, and I wasn't close enough to hear anyone whispering. Perhaps a hissing, then, and then a sound that might have been a bird flapping its wings.
I stayed perfectly still, holding my breath. I don't know if I could have moved if I wanted to. I don't know how much time passed. My gaze was fixed on the gate, looking for any signs of movement.
Everything was quiet.
Everything was still.
Several moments passed in this tense stalemate while I waited for something to happen. Then, finally, I noticed them: a pair of eyes peering at me over the gate.
I shouldn't have been able to see them. With my phone off and the alley dark, the only light came from the house behind them, but there they were, light blue eyes, glinting in a nonexistent light. They were motionless, unblinking. As if they were part of the gate, as if they had been there all along. I stared at them in abject horror, unable to believe what I was seeing. And they stared right back at me.
Then they began to rise, higher and higher above the gate. The sillouhette of a hooded figure slowly came into view around the eyes. Its arms were oustretched toward me, yet it continued to rise steadily, and I was struck with the icy thought that it was not climbing the gate but instead floating up.
Apart from the eyes, I could not see its face under the hood. But I swear it was smiling at me. I could feel it in my bones.
Finally, the spell was broken. Fight or flight instinct kicked in, and I had zero intention of fighting, switchblade be damned. I turned and ran in the direction I had come from as fast as my legs would carry me. While the lampposts nearest to me had flickered out, I could still see the other lamps ahead, and I welcomed their light as I sprinted down the path. I never looked back, and I never slowed down.
I could still hear the strange whispering sound, even over the noise of my own pounding footsteps. I didn't dare look back.
Before long, I could see the end of the alley ahead of me, and the open space of the park beyond it.
I burst out of the alley, turned sharply toward home, and ran along beside the park. I did not stop running until I reached my own front door. Only then did I finally allow myself to look back over my shoulder.
Everything looked normal. And I didn't hear the whispering anymore. Still, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched.
I hastily unlocked my front door, went inside, slammed the door shut behind me, and locked it once more. After a second's hesitation, I put the chain on, which I normally never feel the need to do. I pressed my eye to the peephole and waited.
I don't know how long I stood there, breathing heavily, staring out the peephole. I know I didn't see anything out of the ordinary, and eventually, I took a deep breath and backed away. I thought about putting my switchblade away, but I honestly felt better holding it.
I glanced at my phone and did a double take when I saw the time: 2:06am. I had been gone for three hours. I thought it had only been maybe forty minutes.
Just how long had I stood there in the darkness with those eyes watching me?
As you can probably imagine, I didn't sleep that night. I didn't sleep very much for the next three nights, in fact. And I certainly didn't take any walks.
As much as I tried to put the whole incident out of my mind, I just couldn't. The image kept creeping back into my mind: a hooded figure floating up over the gate, arms outstretched toward me, eyes glowing in the darkness. Everytime I looked outside into my own backyard, part of me expected to see that hooded figure hovering over my own fence, coming for me. I thought about my own alley, and worried about what messages I might find scribbled there on rocks if I looked.
I tried to convince myself that it had been just my imagination. I had been listening to a scary Podcast, after all, and walking later at night than I was used to. Maybe I just scared myself and let my mind play tricks on me in the darkness of the night.
After three days of paranoia, I decided to go back to the alley. I didn't want to, but I felt like I needed to. I needed to see the alley in the comforting like of day. I needed to see that they were just rocks.
It didn't take me long to find the alley, but I didn't recognize it at first. I'm sure I found the right one, because the waist high lampposts were unmistakeable, but I was confused, because there were no colored rocks. When I looked more closely, I saw indentations in the gravel where the rocks had been before, and I decided that someone must have removed them.
I walked down the alley, switchblade in hand despite the daylight. Everything seemed normal. I did feel a spike of trepidation when I found the warped and rotted gate, but even that was didn't look quite so weird in the light of day. There was no word painted on it. It was just an old gate. The fence itself wasn't exactly new either.
There were certainly no eyes peering over the gate. No hooded figure. No rocks littering the ground. There wasn't even any graffitti on the lampposts.
I sighed, feeling both relieved and a bit silly. I put the switchblade away and turned to walk home again.
By the time I got back to the house, I had almost convinced myself that I had imagined everything.
But that all fell apart when I got inside.
I didn't notice anything out of the ordinary at first. I closed and locked the door behind me. I put my keys and switchblade on the table in the entryway. I walked toward the kitchen to get a glass of water.
And then I saw it, and froze.
There, right in the center of my kitchen table, was a small blue rock, with the word 'Welcome' painted on it in yellow lettering.

Hello to all Cold Case Fanatics again, today I will be telling another story of an unidentified deceased person from The Netherlands. I’m still sorry I’m not posting a lot of content lately, but with this write-up I hope to keep attention on the cold cases from my home country of The Netherlands. If you are interested in cases from the Netherlands, please take a look at my other posts, and feel free to comment or send me a message. I have created an Instagram page dedicated to the case I write about, any photos linked to the stories will be uploaded there. In the near future i will also post picture related my previous posts on this Instagram page, if you’re interested please take a look. Link below.
In my home country of the Netherlands there are somewhere between 300 and 400 unidentified deceased persons at any given time. In the US is around 40.000 at any given time, and these numbers just make me so incredibly sad. No one to mourn over you, no one to tell who you were, and in some cases a killer who escaped justice. Today i’m going share the story, or what we know so far, about one of these unidentified deceasaed persons from my home country of the Netherlands where the police refers to a John or Jane Doe as “Nomen Nescio” which is latin for “I don’t know the name” or “Name Unknown”.
The modern day mummy, unidentified since 1982. This unidentified deceased individual has been given many names throughout the years, such as The Mummy of Amsterdam or The Devil from Germany. This case, like many of my previous posts, was placed on the Cold Case calendar in the Netherlands. This calendar is made annually and spread amongst inmates in the whole country. These calendars are also available online.
The cold case calendar describes the case as follows: “On 11 January 1982 in Amsterdam the remains of an unknown man were found under a pile of dirt. This was wrapped in a carpet on the plot at “Oudezijds Achterburgwal 143” (address). To find out the identity of the man, research was carried out in many European countries. Unfortunately, that did not yield anything. It was a white man with a height of 1.83 m (5 ft 11) The victim had a number of remarkable tattoos on his body. He had a butterfly tattoo on the inside of the right leg. A tattoo of a heart was visible on the right forearm. He had an Indian head on the left forearm and on the back a tattoo of a hand with a burning candle on it. It said "Der Teufel soll mein Führer sein!" End Quote.
The case was placed on the calendar in 2018, this led to about 20 tips being called in since then, however so far this hasn’t led to the identification of the unknown man. And thus the police in Amsterdam are still trying to find out the identity of this mummy that was found almost 40 years ago in the basement of a monumental building.
In 2015 a Dutch television show called “Graf zonder naam” meaning “Grave Without a Name” dedicated an episode to this case. The following information is mostly based on this show’s information. The detectives that were actually involved with the case, witnesses that found the body and the police granted their help in creating this episode, leading to a high valued credibility.
So to describe Amsterdam in this time period we need a few words : youth that demand affordable places to live, riots, punk, rock & roll and anarchy. In this period of time in a monumental building in the centre of Amsterdam a mystery unravels that still hasn’t been solved. In the winter of 1982 some construction workers had to strip the whole building in preparation of renovations. In the basement, under a pile of trash and dirt, they found a carpet, bound together with a garden hose. When they unroll the carpet they find a completely mummified body.
An investigation was launched due to the lack of identification and the suspicious circumstances. The fingerprints couldn’t be matched to anyone in databases. On the dried skin the contours of tattoos were visible, the pieces of skin were placed in a combination of alcohol and water and this made the tattoos clearly visible again. The most interesting tattoo was one with the text “Der Teufel soll mein Führer sein”, which means “The devil will be my guide”. At the time a tooth was preserved and thanks to this many years later a DNA profile could be made of the man, however this also did not lead anywhere so far. The clothing was discovered to be of German origin. On the arm of the deceased a watch was found and he also wore a ring.
According to the pathologist at the time the body was found it has been there for around 3 years and the unidentified man had been 18 to 25 years old at the time of his demise.
To learn more about his tattoos, the makers of the show go to a tattoo specialist. This specialist was mainly interested in the tattoo with the devil reference in it. He said it was a typical “Bokkenrijders” tattoo. Or in english: Buckriders tattoo.
The Buckriders (Dutch: Bokkenrijders, French: Les Chevaliers du Bouc), are a part of Belgian and Dutch folklore, ghosts or demons, who rode through the sky on the back of flying goats provided to them by Demon. During the 18th century, groups of thieves and other criminals co-opted the belief to frighten the inhabitants of southern Limburg, a province in the southern part of the Netherlands and easthern Belgium. Using the name "Bokkenrijders", these criminal bands launched raids across a region that includes southern Limburg, and parts of Germany and the Netherlands (parts of which were a part of the Southern Netherlands, nowadays Belgium). Commonly, the "Bokkenrijders" raided peaceful communities and farms. Several confessed "Bokkenrijders" were convicted and sentenced to death. Because of the link to the occult, authorities accused a large number of potentially innocent men of being "Bokkenrijders" and a number were tortured and subsequently convicted of crimes they denied having committed. (Wikipedia)
In the opinion of the tatoo specialist the tattoo could be compared with gang tattoos. The tattoo depicts a hand with a burning candle in it with the text next to it. The burning candle on the hand would symbolize the dedication to the gang. You would have to prove your dedication by letting a candle burn up in your hand. The Buckriders tattoos were popular in the border region of the Netherlands and Germany around the Dutch province of Limburg.
All tattoos were made by hand, which lead to believe the tattoos were made by amateurs, possibly in prison or a youth rehabilitation center.
When the researchers of the television show do a Google search on the line of text from the tattoo they get one hit. On a web forum for a former orphanage someone posted the question : “What became of Andreas Pasternack? The guy with the tattoo on his back saying : “Der Teufel soll mein Führer sein!”?” When they contacted this poster they found out this person was with Andreas in an Orphanage in Dörsten just across the German border. The puzzle seems to come to a solution. The orphanage is contacted and they agree to cooperate and send the Andreas Pasternack file. He completely fits the profile, born in 1959, born in Germany, and missing since 1977. The TV producers find out his mother is still alive and visit her in Germany. She tells them she gave up Andreas for adoption and hasn't heard from him in over 30 years. She agrees to a DNA test and the TV producers go to the local police station where Andreas’ mother lives to ask for help with subtracting DNA. It all seems to fit….. Right? Well no…. When the police run the name “Andreas Pasternack” through the police database, it is concluded Andreas Pasternack is still alive and is well known to the police in Germany. Even worse, a report was filed against him just the day before claiming he threatened someone. His nickname; Satan.
So despite the fact that there is an ongoing investigation against Andreas Pasternack, police give the producers his address. They decide to go over to the location, hoping that Andreas might have known the unknown deceased man as they have exactly the same macabre tattoo on the exact same location on their body. They end up in a building filled with several people, seemingly under the influence of drugs. They have to show their passports and some guy even tells them, while holding a baseball bat, “Iif you are police, I have to kill you.” When Andreas shows up, he confirms he has the same tattoo, however this tattoo doesn’t say Teufel but “Satan”. So not “Der Teufel soll mein Führer sein!” But “Der Satan soll mein Führer sein!”. So this whole lead doesn’t seem to have led anywhere. However two more tattoos on the back of Andreas matched the mummy as well, a butterfly and the head of an indian woman. Coincidence?
Then when the German true crime television show “Aktenzeichen XY International” dedicates a segment to the case another interesting tip comes in. A viewer calls the tip line claiming he recognizes the ring the deceased person was wearing. He claims it is his ring, it was a unique ring of which only one was made. The tip seems to be true, as he could tell about a missing stone on the ring. The caller lost the ring in 1975 in Hamburg. However this did not lead to anything more.
Still in 2015 a police detective reviewed the pictures taken of the outside of the building where the mummy was found. He notices the inscription “Ferdi (heart) Nina”. This was figured to point towards Nina Hagen and Ferdi Karmelk. Nina Hagen was a punk diva who lived from 1975 to the early 80’s in Amsterdam while having a relationship with Ferdi Karmelk, a guitarist from a Dutch rock band. Ferdi died in 1988. Nina Was known to be amongst the squatters around the same time the unknown man died and was found. Her name is written 4 times on the facade of the building where the person was found in. Does Nina know who the man is? Did she live in the same building by any chance?
Nina Hagen, 60 years old in 2015, is looked up by the television show host. However it turned out to be pretty hard to contact her. They do meet with a woman who was a friend of Nina Hagen in the same time period, who says it could be possible Nina lived at that address, but couldn't say for sure. She did not know however about any German young men living around there around that time. After talking with 2 managers they manage to contact Nina Hagen via email. She writes she doesn’t know who lived in this building, doesn’t know who wrote the graffitti and absolutely doesn’t know anything about a man with a tattoo like that. She also states she doesn’t want to be involved in the investigation and she doesn’t want the television show to mention her name in any way. This makes it look like she wants to defend herself as a suspect, which absolutely isn’t the case.
So where do we have to look for the identity of this mummy? Is Andreas Pasternack somehow involved? I mean 2 German guys, same age, around the border region with the Netherlands, both grew up in an orphanage, from the same scene, 3 similar tattoos? Or do we have to look in the direction of Nina Hagen? Why did she absolutely not want to get in touch with the TV show? Why is she so intense about not being mentioned in the investigation? Or are both of these leads just red herrings? Please let me know what you guys think!
Statistics of the unknown person :
Sex : Male
Height : 1.82 m ( 5 ft 11)
Weight : unknown
Age : 18 – 25 years old
Hair color : unknown
Eye color : unknown
Scars : unknown
Tattoos : a total of 9 tattoos, 4 of which have been made into an image: A butterfly on the inside of lower right leg A heart on his lower right arm A native american head on his lower left arm A hand with a burning candle on it with the phrase “Der teuffel soll mein führer sein” on his back.
All photos related to this cases can be found in this instagram post (clarification in the description) :
Instagram Post
Wikipedia about Buckriders/Bokkenrijders
Police Page Dedicated to the Case
Article 1
Article 2
Article 3
Instagram page dedicated to cold cases from The Netherlands: Instagram Profile
Many thanks to u/justalooky-loo for helping me editing this post.

I think the Tour and how you earn content just doesn't cut it with how games are these days and with the model TC choose I believe they should of taken this approach instead of just repackaging old content and or selling it back to us and or FOMO'd it to us which I find honestly quite boring and almost offensive as a fan. I believe the solution for Gears 6, hell even for 5 is a system like this, below. PS enjoy the year long wall of text. Also if there is someway for TC to SEE THIS so they take it into account, honestly if 5 didn't go this route I'd of never thought this idea necessary but since they have they need to do something like this ASAP or in the near future or sequel. Enjoy.
(all players when they first reach level 30 can then go online, and they can earn cosmetic looks as they progress, obviously I have way more ideas for this, but its just to much to include, but run with this idea and im sure you'll work out the finer details yourself such as events, designs etc
So when you first reach level 30 you can go online and then you unlock a custom stranded / custom imago at the same time and when I say custom I mean you can change bits about them to make it your own in some way. Then progression goes as follows:
custom Stranded/ custom CoG Gear / custom Onxy Gaurd / (CoG Team, Blue)
custom stranded (unlocks at 30 at which point you can go online / ranked)
1-100 levels to re-up 10 /
then a Custom CoG from re-up 10 - 25 /
then a custom Onxy Gaurd from re up 25 - 50 /
then something special for re-up 50 to ??? (or re-up 50 could be max)
same for the swarm:
Swarm / Swarm Generals / Locust / Locust Generals (???) (The Horde Team, Red)
start as custom imago level 1-100 to re-up 10 /
then custom swarm drone to re up 10 to 25 /
then custom scion to re-up 25 to 50 /
then anything from 50 to ??? (obviously a custom locust drone / Infected Deebee (???)).
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What custom entails / means:
"custom" means its your character to create, so you can change their gloves, helmet, visor colour, arm armour (left and right) leg armour (left and right) boots, voice, hair colour, facial hair and colour, eye colour, face template (or put on a helmet), banadanas, tattoos, scars, body armour, body armour lights, light colours, graffitti on armour, (like grub killer) (customise a TON as long as it fits gears theme).
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What this means: That way TC can make a TON of content quickly as its piece meal parts and just fill the store and Tour with this content, whilst making everyone HAPPY because all the default characters and skins could be free ! but all the custom content goes into the tour and store so that way people can earn and purchase even more ! As a game designer of apps, this has bugged me for years and NOW is the perfect time for something like this in Gears, especially with how they've decided to take the series. Its multiple birds with one stone, yes it'll take awhile to initially set up but its SO NEEDED.
Fall of Effects (bonus effects): By implementing this custom system, you have the opportunity to create a GREAT sense of progression and connection for the community, imagine loading up Gears 5 or 6 and everyone starts as custom Imago / custom Stranded to start and in the initial launch weeks / months everyone looks like a normal scrub, but as people re-up and progress, you'll start to notice 1 custom CoG out of all the stranded on your team, it would be a great feeling, it would feel that player with a scene of pride and also spur on the lower levels players to new heights AS THEY TOO could become a CoG in the war effort ! the same applies to the people on the opposing team everyones an Imago they can customise until a player drops in with re-up 25 and is his own custom Scion wearing a broken Theron Elite mask and screaming in a deep voice ! it really fits the theme of the world also as that progression matches how soldiers in the army move up and how the swarm / locust move up in the ranks in the hollow !
TC could easily monetise this aspect with really cool looking piece sets, that you can't earn in the tour, and you can also earn parts in the tour for your custom character !
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What does this mean for standard characters & skins ?
easy, they're just released for FREE as TC makes them, and put under a challenges Tab when they are released and are earn-able forever ! whenever ! If you don't fancy playing as your custom character go right on ahead and play as Baird, Marcus, Cole, Dom, Anya so sometimes you'll have matches where 4 custom CoG are with a Baird for example it doesn't matter its player choice and freedom ! (you could even have it so if you play as a standard character you'd unlock a part of his armour for use on your custom one CREATING MORE CHALLENGES !) for example play as Baird for 20 matches, unlocks Baird googles on your custom CoG/ Stranded.
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This way is the ONLY way you can keep your playerbase happy and still earn money and make content at the same time faster and more fun for everyone !
Edit: I notice some of my wording isn’t optimal so if this idea isn’t perfect it’s because it isn’t and you can fill in the blanks yourself for example someone pointed out level 30 isn’t right and he’s right I meant it more in line with how the devs have chosen to do it now, level 30 for ranked only.

I recently finished writing a piece about the Rainham Mystery torso murder and i decided to look into the famous case of the Hagley Tree Murder, known popularly as "Who Put Bella in the Wych Elm?" thanks to some graffitti that began appearing roughly a year after the discovery of the body by 4 boys who were bird hunting in Hagley Wood.
Something that struck me as interesting was that the fact that the Hagley Obelisk, pictured on the Wikipedia page for the case is not where the graffiti actually began, it actually began appearing in Birmingham's Fruit Market district, and courtesy of the Birmingham Gazette I came across a picture of the original chalk graffito that inspired the later graffiti.
This first one was discovered on March 30th, 1944.
The text is different from the typical writings aswell:
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WHO PUT BELLA,
DOWN THE
WyCH ELM
_____________
HAGLEY WOOD
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Heres the original picture (It's from a newspaper so its a bit low quality) : https://i.imgur.com/71H1AG4.png
Further the police found other graffiti:
In the same area as the former graffiti they found the words "Hagley Wood Bella" on the same day.
On March 31st they found the words: "Who put Luebella in the Wych Elm"
Idk about you guys but I'm quite curious now the significance, if any, of the name Luebella?
I also found a more clear description of what she would've looked like from the police: https://i.imgur.com/LzOsqT7.png
I cant find any pictures of the other two inscriptions but the newspapers report that police compared the writing and concluded they were likely written by the same person.

Signed and drawn it at the NYC book release
Potato Stamp Dreams- The Art of Jeff Soto
"Potato Stamp Dreams" featuring the graffitti, photography, drawing and art installation of Jeff Soto is now available. In addition to over 200 full color paintings, this premier volume features 148 pages, metallic ink and features a double sided dust jacket that reveals a black cloth, hard cover. Includes a limited edition 48 page mini zine free with purchase. Designed and published by Mark Murphy/Murphy Design features text by John Purlia, Dave Kinsey and Jana DesForges. 3000 copies printed.
ISBN 0-9748032-4-3
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Shipped for $350
https://imgur.com/a/Ax7Swh7

This is possibly not the usual Monday Methods post. There is very little theory in here, though some method, and quite a lot of practicality. It’s mostly about how we know things, or at least how we can know about them. Food History, for the most part, has a very pragmatic approach, because so very little about food was ever written down, or quantified, or even taken much notice of before about the 17th century. Most of my work focuses on the British Isles, and Ireland specifically, and I know very little about food history outside Europe - but the same principles apply.
One other note: my periodisation is a little odd in places, because food history doesn’t quite line up with others. “Medieval English food”, for example, runs right up to a change in the late sixteenth century from large households, which also provided for the poor in their own premises, to smaller households who expected the poor to be fed elsewhere, and events like the Columbian Exchange, which brought wheat to the New World and potatoes and tomatoes to the Old were seismic in food history in a way that’s not really as apparent in other areas.
Right. To the sources. There are some written sources that are directly about food, and those are both the easiest elements to work with, and the foundation of the field. The earliest I know of are some Mesopotamian recipes, written in Akkadian in around 1700 BCE, and there is a Roman text called De re coquinaria, attributed to Apicius. There are two cookbooks from Baghdad in the tenth and fourteenth centuries, and a scattering from various parts of Europe in the Middle Ages, and thereafter they start to be more frequent. In the Victorian era, there’s an explosion of cookery books, led by Mrs. Isabella Beeton. Obviously, for these places and eras, there’s an easier starting point with actual recipes. It’s important to remember, though, that only the elites in any pre-modern era wrote things down, and that food is one of the most common ways to indicate status and wealth in any society. So we have to look elsewhere for peasant or working class food.
And of course, if you’re looking for something pre-seventeenth-century for Ireland, Scandinavia, Finland, almost anywhere in sub-Saharan Africa, or other outlying places, you’re completely out of luck. We also have no recipes from any part of the New World, and very few from Asia, although I believe there are a few from China that have not yet been translated into English.
For these areas, one tactic is to resort to written sources that don’t deal directly with food, but which touch on it indirectly. These can include law texts, household accounts, travel journals, letters, and commonplace books, and sometimes even oddments like graffitti or shopping lists.
Law texts are particularly useful for Medieval Irish food history, since they deal a lot with agriculture, the trespass of animals, and the comparative values of different grains, as well as in some cases prescribing the foods to which guests of a particular rank are entitled. In England, in somewhat later texts, they set out the things cooks are not allowed to do with food (baking bad meat into pies, for example), and thus show us what the cooks are supposed to be doing otherwise. In addition, there are texts such as guild charters which set out some of the requirements of professional cooks. European law texts provide similar information.
Household accounts, where we can find them, are a goldmine of information. They can tell us how much food was bought for how many people, what form it was bought in (grain, flour, or pre-baked bread, for example), what kind of households bought what food, and so on, as well as showing by the purchase of particular kitchen implements how the food was cooked. We sometimes even see things like how much the cook and other kitchen workers were paid, which allows a whole raft of other work crossing over into areas of social and domestic history. And we can sometimes see seasonal differences in pricing, or differences from year to year, which allow us to make some inferences about the availability of particular foodstuffs, or about the changing fortunes of the household.
Likewise, travel journals are helpful, and there are a surprising number of them out there. Lady Mary Wortley Montagu, writing in the early 1700s, is a fine example of this kind of text, but there are plenty of others as well. Travellers remark on things that the locals find to be ordinary, and one of these is almost always food - often in tones and terms of distrust, so one has to take the details of ingredients and presentation with a grain or two of salt. Letters written while travelling are even more in need of interpretation, not least because a great many of them concern the transfer of money, or the need for money, and so there’s a certain performative aspect to their descriptions. Nonetheless, there’s information to be got from such works.
Commonplace books were a early modern way of recording personal information. They have a lot in common with the 21st century Bullet Journal, and they can also be viewed as an early form of social media. They began as the zibaldone in fifteenth century Italy, and were notable for details like cursive writing, vernacular language, and the sheer variety of stuff that was written into them, including recipes (for both food and medicine, the two not being all that well distinguished at times), lists, and accounts. They also included poetry, personal observations, sketches, and other oddments of stuff their owners wanted to record. In later eras, they were sometimes passed from one person to another so that other material could be added, and in some cases there are marginalia and inserted comments. All of this adds up to a fabulously rich resource for details of food and food culture, even if no single early commonplace book is devoted to such things. However, in later eras, into the nineteenth century, the commonplace book became more associated with the kitchen, the recording of recipes and kitchen accounts, household inventories, and other domestic details, and these become much more valuable as sources of food history.
The other oddments of stuff crop up now and again; they’re rarely the kind of thing you can stop and study as a body or type of text. Roman graffiti sometimes contains commentary on food - usually derogatory - and shopping lists from any era provide the same kind of information as commonplace books, albeit in very short and usually anonymous forms. In the later eighteenth, nineteenth and twentieth centuries, we also get other ephemera like menus and advertising posters, catalogues of kitchen equipment, and material from newspapers and magazines. Mrs Beeton’s books had their origin in the magazines her husband published, for example, and we can get some information from things as unlikely as the social diary entries of the early 20th century - details of which society figures were at what estate for dinner, and so forth. And one of the important sources for early Irish food history is a satirical poem, so there are bits to be had from literature as well.
The other area we can look at, which is usefully more egalitarian, is archaeology - particularly the growing areas of archaeozoology and archaeobotany. I will cheerfully admit that I know very little about the practices of either, but I am extremely fond of the output of both. Between all three areas, we can get a lot of information about things like the layout of kitchens, what actual implements were used in various eras, whether grave goods included food (or at least food containers), what plants were eaten through the remnants of seeds in middens and the cracks between flooring stones and tiles, what bones remain in the various waste disposals, and in rare cases, there are actual remnants of food - usually burnt - in pots, hearths, and campfires. We can also look at actual preserved period kitchens from various eras - the late medieval kitchens of Hampton Court, the Geogrian kitchen (in a medieval room!) in the Hospital of St Cross in Winchester, the Edwardian-era kitchens in many Irish Big Houses, and other examples. Storage rooms (larders, pantries) and specialist preparation rooms (bakeries, pastries, dairies, etc) provide further context.
I should also mention that notwithstanding the changes that I mentioned in connection with periodisation above, through most of human history, food only changes slowly. Food historians tend to fall firmly into the continuitist side of things (as opposed to catastrophist), understanding that change is gradual, and often goes back and forth a few times before it settles. Further, food derives from agriculture, which is an extraordinarily conservative practice - because in most historical periods, if you try something new and different, and it doesn’t work out, you starve. The overlap between food and agricultural history can be a bit fuzzy, and probably a quarter of the books I have that are, in my mind, about food, were written by people more interested in farming.
It’s also important to note that, as with many areas of pre-modern history, we’re looking more at qualitative than quantitative data. Many non-historians have the misapprehension that we have fairly detailed records of many eras of the past; records of what the Spartan senate decided, or population data from the medieval era, or information about how many people were in Viking raiding parties. None of this information exists, of course, and the situation is even worse in food history, where we can have an approximation of what was eaten, but not the slightest idea of how much. In the manner of chaos theory, a tiny bias in the survival rate of rye grains over oats, for instance (because rye is a harder grain) might make it look as though rye was much more used in a given area. This is a real example; the prevalence of rye in archaeobotanical results from digs in Viking sites in Dublin far outweighs the mentions of the grain in the law texts or other sources, and we don’t know if that’s an output of use patterns, the actual preservation-suitability of the grain, or purest accident, like someone spilling a bucket of rye in a muddy yard which just happens to be the dig site a thousand years later.
In other cases, we have well-preserved material, and no idea why - the bog butter of Ireland and Denmark being a prime example. Was the butter buried in bogs as a preservation technique? If so, it worked, some of it is pretty good form more than 1500 years later. Was it a sacrifice? Possibly; it’s found, like bog bodies and broken swords, in border areas. Was it hidden from raiders, tax collectors, or thieves and forgotten? Possibly; we see that behaviour with hoards of coins all the time. Or maybe it was a process like storing cheese in caves, meant to add a taste that was appreciated by the people who would eat it, and we’re just seeing a few leftover bits, preserved in the anaerobic environs of the peat bog.
Hopefully, this makes clear how fuzzy our knowledge of the past is, and how some areas such as Food History mean that we have to delve into interdisciplinary spaces between history and archaeology and literature, into material culture and hard science, and even into experimental archaeology.

My apologies for the fast post again.
5953.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember these animals not existing?
https://www.reddit.com/interestingasfuck/comments/918ey8/baby_dragon_like_snake/
https://www.reddit.com/interestingasfuck/comments/90zsd7/rose_finch/
5954.(T.V. Show Quote change.)"No one expects the Spanish Inquisition."/"Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition."
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=7WJXHY2OXGE
5955.(Geography change.)Do you remember the Inca Trail going near, or into Mexico?(Anything else off?)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inca_Trail_to_Machu_Picchu
5956.(Celebrity death that didn't happen.)Do you remember Mr. T dying?
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mr._T
5957.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember there not being electric taxis in 1899?(Anything else off about electric cars around this time?)
http://www.todayifoundout.com/index.php/2011/04/in-1899-ninety-percent-of-new-york-citys-taxi-cabs-were-electric-vehicles/
5958.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember glass beaches not being a thing?
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glass_Beach_(Fort_Bragg,_California)
5959.(Famous Actor name change.)Ely Wallace/Eli Wallach(Other spellings?)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eli_Wallach
5960.(Store name change.)Bed, Bath & Beyond/Bed Bath & Beyond(Anything else off?)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bed_Bath_%26_Beyond
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logo look off?)(Does the Rock-a-Doodle(Rock-A-Doodle?)logo look off?)(King Tut's tomb lost the snake for a while.)(Texas map has completely changed.)(Did Capri Sun never use large bottles?)(The Burns And Allen Show logo, or at least one of them has changed.)(Ariana Grande songs have Ing to In' lyrics.)(The Merrie Melodies logo changed again.)(Does the Carex logo look off?)(Was one of Olaf's two teeth longer than the other when he had two?)(Regular writing on almost anything sometimes changes too.)(Evry/Every)(Evrett/Everett)(Evrest/Everest)(Does the Laser X logo look off?)(Butthurt/Butt-hurt)(Latter is acceptable.)(Butthead/Butt-head)(Latter is acceptable.)(Did panda ants not exist?)(Does the Shoe Carnival logo look off?)(Lil Pump have with Ing to In' lyrics.)(Apple products have a lowercase I at the beginning instead of an uppercase.)(ICarly/iCarly, and is the logo off?)(IFunny/iFunny)(Have you heard of Dieselfunk, or Dieselpunk, or other things similar to it?)(Ing to In' lyrics We Will Rock You by Queen)(Jojo Siwa/JoJo Siwa)(Kc & Jojo/K-Ci & JoJo)(Other spellings?)(Was JoJo always spelled Jojo, and never JoJo?)(Graffitti/Grafitti/Graffiti)(Do any of the 101 Dalmatians movie logos look off?)(Does the Shimeez logo look off?)(Certain specials and T.V. channels use weird fonts for shows, and other things.)(Ing to In' lyrics in Justin Bieber(Beiber?)songs.)(The Republican, and Democratic party animals keep switching back, and forth.)(Scarlett Johansson replaced Jessica Alba in The Island.)(Is anything else about The Mystery Machine off, and does Shaggy look off?)(The remake of Robocop now has Gary Oldman, and Michael Keaton in it.)(Certain shows, and other use In' in certain things.)(Does the Cosmopolitan logo look off?)(Does the Secoma Lanes logo look off?)(Does the Master lock logo look off?)(Pokeman/Pokéman/Pokémon)(Heineken ManeuveHeimlich Maneuver, and is anything else off?)(Certain song, and album logos, and peoples' names on those things look off.)(Does The Message by Grandmaster Flash & The Furious Five sound off?)(Certain tenses of words, and names of people are spelled different from the original such as Write to Written, or Sam to Sammy.)(Travelling vs. Traveling, and similar words.)(Does the Operation logo look off?)(Are any of the Ratt logos off?)(Stuffers/Stouffer's)(Tons of messed up Ts in logos.)(Supervalue/Supervalu, and logo is different.)(Do you remember Ozzy Ozborne, or Ozbourne?)(Epic Hyperspace logo is different.)(Tons of messed up toilet paper, paper towel, sink, toilet, urinal, and other bathroom logos.)(Old movie covers from Disney that say, "Walt Disney's"(Walt Disney?)have connected, or off movie logos.)(Beginning, and ending credits for certain shows, movies, and games, and other things have modernized fonts, or connected, or off letters.)(Fullfill/Fulfill)(Other spellings?)(Desiree/Des'ree)(Certain show, web videos, movie, and game logos, and other things have modernized fonts, or connected, or off letters.)(Is it harder to look at the Sun than before, or is it actually good for you?)(Is it actually okay to look at eclipses?)(Have you heard of the Swacket?)(Have you heard of the Jeepney?)(Certain songs, games, shows, movies, and web videos are released earlier, or later than before.)(Hippos now have smaller nostrils.)(Disastisfied/Dissatisfied, and similar words.)(Has the Star Trek Scotty quote stuff changed again?)(ALF says, "No Problem." now instead of, "No problemo.".)(Tons of bible verses are grammatically incorrect, and have misspelled, and Sampson to Samson, and tiny new books are in it.)(Giant sand dunes swallowing whole cities in China.)(Changes in Baja California, and Florida.)(Magic is now sometimes spelled Magick.)(RECALL VECTOR YouTube channel name changed multiple times.)(Jen's Gems YouTube channel name chabged multiple times.)(Does the Sweet Jesus ice cream logo look off?)(Town is now sometimes spelled Towne.)(Catapult is now sometimes spelled Katapult.)(Hungry, Hungry Hippos/Hungry Hungry Hippos, and logos have changed.)(Move (Keep Walking)/Move (Keep Walkin'), and Ing to In' lyrics.)(Hillsong/United Hillsong/Hillsong United/United/UNITED/Hillsong UNITED)(Sandlot Kids/The Sandlot)(Did The Boxcar Children become The Boxcar Kids, and then just Boxcar Children, or maybe even Boxcar Kids at one point, and was there a thread about it?)(Scorpionflies now exist.)(Whale-Dolphin hybrid now exists.)(Lindbergh baby gender flipped.)(Living On A PrayeLivin' On A Prayer, and Ing to In' lyrics.)(Kids claim they used to hover, and breathe underwater.)(Ing to In' lyrics in Tech N9ne songs.)(Regular text can have connected letters.)(Spot-bellied eagle-owl now exists.)(Immortal jellyfish now exist.)(Does the Little Caesars(Caesar's)logo look off in any way?)(Was the restaurant as Little Caesars Pizza Treat, or Little Caesars Pizza?)(Unoticed/Unnoticed)(Scutoids now exist.)(Baby pineapples now exist.)(Tomatoes come in different colors.)(Aveno/Aveeno)(Other spellings?)(Residue can sometimes be residue, but still change.)(More weird stuff changing back, and forth, and there is residue of stuff before it changed back.)(The red, green, and yellow colors in traffic lights are slightly off.)(There is now a dash in Pine-Sol.)(Similar The Jazz Singer logos have also changed.)(Frank Sinatra, and Dean Martin, and Tony Bennett songs have Ing to In' lyrics.)(More Dua, and Khalid have Ing to In' lyrics.)(Do any of Charlie Puth's logos look off?)(Radio blackouts caused by solar radiation.)(I Married An Axe MurdereSo I Married An Axe Murderer)(People remember David Bowie dying in 2017.)(Dragon fruit now exists.)(Everyday vs. Every Day.)(Landscaping in front of one user's house changed.)(The history of lots of fruits, and vegetables, and what they originally looked like has changed.)(People claim to lose time from seconds to years, and it can be forward, or backward.)(DaddyOfFive/DaddyOFive)(Pink Lemonade/Pynk Le'Monade)(People claim to die, and come back, or retry the moment, and not die, or survive with little to no injuries.)(People have lived other lives, or been other people during sleep, or while awake, and even live other lives for some reason they felt attached to to the point where they missed things about the other life.)(Norton logo has changed again.)(Do any of the Jersey Mike's logos look off?)(Time speeds up, or slows down for some in certain scenarios.)(Multiple types of different doppelgangers.)(Weird tech "glitches".)(Do you remember certain Ing things being In'?)(Mamma I'm Comin' Home/Mama I'm Coming Home)(Moments "resetting".)(The sun "blinking", or flickering, and the universe going black for whatever reason.)(People hear computer voices, see weird things, see weird stuff.)(IKEA(Ikea?)stores being weird for people.)(Hotels randomly disappearing, or popping up.)(The music video for First Of The Year by Skrillex has changed.)(Does The Mystery Machine logo look off?)(They swear someone, or something is one place, can't find it, then it reappears there, or somewhere else.)(People claim they see dead family members acting like they're still alive, or in pictures, or dreams.)(White House burned down by British in 1814.)(Words like mama, and granny are spelled tons of different ways.)(There was a point where there were 15 colonies, and some of the older flags are off, and more star forts.)(Birth certificates, and other personal things about people have changed.)(Weird stuff going on with photos.)(The bad guys in Red Dawn are apparently also Spanish., and the ending is off.)(The apostrophe in Mighty Morphin Power Rangers, and other shows is missing, and the logo has changed in other ways.)(Was there a Howard The Duck sequel planned?)(FDR has now served 4 terms, and there have now been hundreds of assassination attempts across all the presidents.)(Tony Robinson/Tommy Robinson)(Applets & Cotlets/Aplets & Cotlets)(Other spellings?)(Other symbols instead of &?)(Do any adult website, phone sex hotline, or magazine logos look off?)(Ing to In' lyrics in IDGAF by Dua Lipa.)(Unatural/Unnatural)(Does the Kool-Aid Sparklers logo look off?)(Unamed/Unnamed)(Does the Dog Days movie logo look off?)(The logos for Idahoan products are off.)(Does the Bohemian Rhapsody music video by Queen look off?)(People, or things in pictures, or videos that look too modern for the time.)(People claim animals, pets, and people "teleport" from one place to another without being seen when they should've been visible going to that place.)(New rooms, switches, missing things, etc everywhere.)(Changes in London.)(Reality residue is starting to change to new reality.)(Janie's Got A Gun by Aerosmith now has Ing to In' lyrics, and some lyrics say Janie's, and others say Janie.)(Mysterious liquid, water, or light appearing where it shouldn't.)(The Jazz Singer logo by Neil Diamond has changed completely.)(Entire fantasy things disappearing without a trace.)(Family member details, or codes they use for stuff, or the person's details, and codes changing in an impossible way, sometimes changing back, or other weird stuff involved with this.)(Jackie Chan by Post Malone, and Sway by NexXthursday(Next Thursday?)have Ing to In' lyrics.)(Things just start, or stopped existing altogether, or briefly.)(Europe, and Asia are apparently combined to be Eurasia, and Australia can also be put in the name to be Australasia.)(Bumping Beats/Bumpin' Beats)(People can't see certain things in plain sight others can, or same with heating stuff, and can't see each other in the same room.)(Swearing stuff happened before.)(Stuff going through people, or other stuff.)(Sounds of talking with no mouth movement.)(Tons of Ing to In' everywhere.)(Os and dots in Is, and Js are becoming weird in lots of stuff.)(Ing to In' lyrics in lots of rap music.)(Guessing random, and obscure stuff directly on the money.)(Slang words like Lowkey, Bae, Boo, Fam, Thirsty, Salty, Finesse, Lit, Popping, Bumping, Banging, Say Less, Dead Ass, and other phrases, and meanings popping up out of nowhere.)(Is the Tina's frozen food logo look off?)(Teamate/Teammate)(Nancy Spungen now died at 21 instead of 27.)(Was she another age?)(Kiss By A Rose/Kiss From A Rose(Are the lyrics off?))(Do you remember Nirvana singing Heart-Shaped Box in their Unplugged concert?)(Do you remember an episode of Ghost Hunters where a full body ghost comes out of the floor?)(Do you remember a Pixar intro where the lamp jumps on the I, and gets shot up by the I as it turns into a spring?)(Is the Venture Bros. logo off?)(Do you remember Jerry Lewis saying, "Hey lady!" really loudly ever?)(All Tron logos have changed.)(Did the Shell-Shocked soldier photo not exist?)(Did Ricky Ricardo say, "Lucy, I'm home!" more frequently, and differently on I Love Lucy?)(Is the Toyota RAV4 logo off?)(Nothing But A G Thing/Nuthin' But A G Thang, and Ing to In' lyrics.)(Nothing Fancy/Nuthin' Fancy, and Ing to In' lyrics.)(Dre Day/Fuck Wit Dre Day, and Ing to In' lyrics, and song title.)(Was the parentheses part not part of the song title?)(Was it just named Dre Day?)(Did the Whoot, There It Is(Whoot There It Is?)song not exist?)(Is the Whoomp! (There It Is) song title off?)(UTube/YouTube, and are some of the features' names changed.)(40 weirdest plants, and other animal, and plant videos.)(Tons of new insect eating plants.)(Disappearing, and appearing Walgreens stores.)(White Penske trucks?)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/American_Gothic
Add-On: Do you remember Self Control being released in the 90's instead of 1984?
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Self_Control_(Raf_song)
5961.(Pet Store name change.)Pets Mart/Pet Smart/PetSmart(Other names?)(Are the colors reversed?)(Was it just blue, or red?)(Anything else off?)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/PetSmart
5962.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember the Leaning Tower Of Pisa not appearing pink?(Are these other things off?)
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=qBGnu5HD8Ws
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=7Ekl6uZFO4Y
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=-Lkny8MKPMs
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Rk1j5okiEAM
5963.(Music Lyrics change.)"We're going for a week, or two."/"No more worries for a week, or two."("I've seen it in the movies."/"We've seen it at the movies.")("Doing things they always wanna do."/"Doing things they always wanted to.")(Other lyrics.)(Dreaming/Dreamin' and Ing to In' lyrics.)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Summer_Holiday_(song)
https://genius.com/Cliff-richard-dreamin-lyrics
5964.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember Ringling Brothers giving away lifetime tickets in 1996 instead of 1993?
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ringling_brothers
5965.(City name change.)Swathmore, Pennsylvania/Swarthmore, Pennsylvania
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Swarthmore,_Pennsylvania
5966.(Restaurant name change.)Foster Freeze/Foster's Freeze/Fosters Freeze(Did it not go by other names?)(Do any of the logos look off?)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fosters_Freeze
5967.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember Harrowing not being a thing?
https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/harrowing
5968.(New fruits.)Do you remember finger limes not being a thing?
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Citrus_australasica
Add-On: Do you remember the Lindbergh Baby being a girl?
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lindbergh_kidnapping
5969.(New species.)Have you heard of the hairy frog?
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hairy_frog
5970.(Music Lyrics change.)"Dance with me."/"Dance to me."(Were the lyrics the same every time?)
https://genius.com/Korn-got-the-life-lyrics
5971.(Phantom movie.)Do you remember Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band not existing?(Does the Grease logo look off?)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sgt._Pepper%27s_Lonely_Hearts_Club_Band_(film)
Add-On: Do you remember Mr. T's beard not going up past both his ears?
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mr._T
Add-On: Do you remember A License To Kill instead of Licence To Kill?(Were words such as License never spelled like Licenve?)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Licence_to_Kill
5972.(Fictional Character appearance change.)Do you remember Chanticleer wearing a red bandanna?(Anything else off?)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rock-a-Doodle
5973.(Product name change.)Insta-Pot/Instant Pot(Does the Fast Company logo look off?)
https://www.amazon.com/Instant-Pot-Multi-Use-Programmable-Pressure/dp/B00FLYWNYQ
5974.(Product name change.)Rainbow Bread/Rainbo Bread(Does the logo look off?)
https://www.walmart.com/ip/Rainbo-Large-White-Bread-24-oz/10449282
5975.(Fictional Character name change.)Tinkerbell/Tinker Bell
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tinker_Bell
5976.(Fictional Character appearance change.)Do you remember E.T.'s eyes both being blue?
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=S1wYCq-cgQc
5977.(Animal name change.)HampsteHamster
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hamster
5978.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember any of these stuff being mythological?(Trojan War, Mount Olympus, and open gates to hell?)(Anything else off?)
https://www.reddit.com/Retconned/comments/91up9a/mythological_things_getting_real/
5979.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember these things not being pink?(Videos below.)
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=ZfEysTqqyjw
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=DthqHbn09_o
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=ixotmro1XLQ
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=_6M09u5E-cY
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=mtHvz6mPE-I
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=_a0kET768ko
5980.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember buildings never being able to go above the clouds?
https://www.airbnb.com/rooms/16410293
5981.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember Reborn Dolls not being a thing?
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reborn_doll
5982.(Music Lyrics change.)"Tell me. How does it feel? Tell me now. How does it feel?"/"Tell me. How do I feel? Tell me now. How do I feel?"("Tell me. How does it feel? Tell me now. How should it feel?"/"Tell me. How do I feel? Tell me now. How should I feel?")
https://genius.com/New-order-blue-monday-lyrics
5983.(Spelling change.)Clientel/Clientele
http://www.dictionary.com/browse/clientele
5984.(Music Lyrics change.)"Black orgasm."/"Black orgasms."(Was it Orgas every time?)(Anything else off?)
https://genius.com/Korn-my-gift-to-you-lyrics
5985.(Movie Quote change.)"Try the short one."/"Try the sharp one."(Leonardo Dicaprio/Leonardo DiCaprio)(Lamelo ball/LaMelo Ball)(Lavar Ball/LaVar Ball)(Liangelo Ball/LiAngelo Ball)(Grace Vanderwall/Grace VanderWaal)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leonardo_DiCaprio
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Titanic_(1997_film)
Add-On: Do you remember "Change" in Free Bird(Freebird?) by Lynyrd Skynyrd not sounding like "Chain"?
https://genius.com/Lynyrd-skynyrd-free-bird-lyrics
5986.(Music Lyrics change.)"It's a pack of useless lies."/"It's a pack of useless lie."
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Life_Is_a_Lemon_and_I_Want_My_Money_Back
5987.(Phantom movie.)Do you remember Kiss Meets The Phantom Of The Park not existing?(Does the logo look off?)(Did it not go by other names?)(KISS/Kiss)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kiss_Meets_the_Phantom_of_the_Park
Add-On: Do you remember these things not being pink?
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=hyiP-FS4hCI
5988.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember these things being different, or not a thing?(Bats, and eagles can swim, sea potatoes in UK, birds can fly for 10 months straight, black smoke rings, Marfan syndrome and Abraham Lincoln has it, bass eats a giant mole, frog fish walks weird, cow eats rabbit, no moons are bigger than earth now, vampire moth, Zygomatic arch changed again, weird Teddy Roosevelt assassination story, 3 hour mystery loss of Sun in large area of Siberia, sand storms carry across the globe now, giant bat-eating centipede, and gjant centipedes in general, scapula, spine, and rib changes, mystery radar blob, mini tornados, Ambesol/Anbesol,(Is the logo off?)Nesquik vintage logos keep changing, Harlequin fetus, Argentina mummy child,,Children Of Llullallaco, liquid lake on Mars, more skull changes, Big Bird's legs look different, Hitler's mustache changed again, origin of swastika,(Did swastika have to be capitalized?)and people who used it has changed,(Is the use of Who vs. Whom, and similar words off?).)(Video below.)
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=lb0rLiQTsls
5989.(Celebrity death that didn't happen.)Do you remember Rex Reed dying?
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rex_Reed
5990.(Album Logo change.)Do you remember Paul McCartney not holding a cigarette on Abbey Road?(Was he not out of step?)(Anything else off?)(Abby Road/Abbey Road)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Abbey_Road
5991.(Music Lyrics change.)"Tighten your belts, abuse yourselves."/"Tighten the belts, abuse the selves."(Does it sound like Cells?)(Rat/Ratt)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Round_and_Round_(Ratt_song)
5992.(Spelling change.)Remberance/Remembrance
https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/remembrance
5993.(Body Part name change.)Tounge/Tongue
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tongue
5994.(Movie name change.)Stockade/Cadence(Is the Chain Gang scene off?)
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=QVGgyGXPDJ8
5995.(Car Model Logo change.)Do you remember the letters in KIA(Kia?)Forte not being connected?(Were the letters normal?)
https://www.kia.com/us/en/vehicle/forte/2018
5996.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember these things not being pink?(Videos below.)
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=WmX7kVdaplQ
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=zel-dSx28lM
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Rtf8Z6LZk-Y
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=qpX5TYCcsGA
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=P8OGO7jTyv8
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=ti7LifYKu24
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=_gnh8P_1xBo
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=0HSqv0NiSws
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=N50ZmvZrSL0
5996.(Fictional Character appearance change.)Mavin Johnson/Navin Johnson(Is the movie logo off?)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Jerk
5997.(Music Lyrics change.)"Rock you like a hurricane."/"Rock you like the hurricane."("The wolf is hungry."/"The golf is hungry.")(Was it always the same as the song title?)
https://genius.com/Scorpions-rock-you-like-a-hurricane-lyrics
5998.(Music Lyrics change.)"More than words."/"More than word."(Was it always the same as the song title?)
https://genius.com/Extreme-more-than-words-lyrics
5999.(Song Title change.)Knights In White Satin/Nights In White Satin(Is(The Night)part of the title for you, or not?)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nights_in_White_Satin
6000.(Music Lyrics change.)"Circle can't fit where a square should be."/"Circle can fit where a square should be."("Rivers flow into the sea."/"Rivers flow into the city."(Did Extreme make 3 albums instead of 5, or a different number?)
https://genius.com/Extreme-hole-hearted-lyrics
6001.(New Species.)Have you heard of the rainbow turkey?(Anything else off about colored turkeys?)
https://rebrn.com/re/ocellated-rainbow-turkey-4905012/
6002.(New species.)Have you heard of the hamner-headed bat?(Was it simply known as the hammerhead bat?)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hammer-headed_bat
6003.(Company Logo change.)Do you remember the MPAA logo being different?
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Motion_Picture_Association_of_America
6004.(Spelling change.)Dutchess/Duchess
https://en.m.wiktionary.org/wiki/duchess
6005.(Music Lyrics change.)"Have you ever seen the rain?"/"Have you ever seen rain?"(Was it always the same as the song title?)(Ing to In' lyrics.)(Does the song logo look off?)
https://genius.com/Creedence-clearwater-revival-have-you-ever-seen-the-rain-lyrics
6006.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember What's Love Got To Do With It("What's Love Got To Do With It?"?)being sung by Whitney Houston instead of Tina Turner?
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/What%27s_Love_Got_to_Do_with_It_(song)
6007.(Music Lyrics change.)"Ain't nobody home."/"Ain't nobody phone."("Makes a grown man cry."/"Make the grown man cry.')(Anything else off about the lyrics?)(Ing to In' lyrics.)
https://genius.com/Warrant-cherry-pie-lyrics
6008.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember these things not being pink?(Video below.)
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=ZSu79EVFtPM
6009.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember these things not being green?(Video below.)
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=MosyOMwtTHw
Add-On: Do you remember Ambusol, or Anbusol?
https://www.anbesol.com
6010.(Music Lyrics change.)"I cry a little."/"I die a little."(Every Time We Say Goodbye?)(Ev'ry Time We Say Goodbye)(Other songs from her say Ev'ry now instead of Every, and lyrics changed.)(Was Every Time always spelled Everytime?)(Ron Steward/Rod Stewart)(Papa Was A Rolling Stone/Papa Was A Rollin' Stone, and Ing to In' lyrics.)
https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/ellafitzgerald/evrytimewesaygoodbye.html
6011.(Music Lyrics change.)"Take me to the end of the line./"Take me to the end of the light."("Take me down to the paradise city."/"Take me down to paradise city."/"Take me down to a paradise city.")
https://genius.com/Guns-n-roses-paradise-city-lyrics
6012.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember Richard Nixon not calling Neil Armstrong, and Buzz Aldrin on the moon on July 20, 1969?
https://www.archives.gov/presidential-libraries/events/centennials/nixon/exhibit/nixon-online-exhibit-calls.html
6013.(Music Lyrics change.)"Consider all thy words."/"Consider all the worlds."(Now in some versions.)
https://genius.com/Chris-rice-how-great-thou-art-lyrics
6014.(New species.)Have you heard of the Crinoid?(Was it Lilly, and not Lily for Lily Pad, and other uses?)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crinoid
Add-On: Do you remember Mr. Pibb's, or Mr. Pibbs?(Anything else off?)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pibb_Xtra
6015.(Capital City change.)Savannah, Georgia/Atlanta, Georgia(Ontario, Canada/Ottawa, Canada)(Was Ontario a city, and not a province?)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Atlanta
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ottawa
6016.(Date change.)Do you remember diet soda not being released in 1952?(Was it more like the 70's, or 90's?)(Was it another time?)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diet_drink
6017.(Famous Writer name change.)Mark Henteman/Mark Hentemann
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mark_Hentemann
6018.(Product Logo change.)Do you remember the letters in Klondike Krunch(Crunch?)being more aligned?(Were the letters not touching?)(Is the Klondike logo off?)
https://www.klondikebar.com
6019.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember Funko cereal not being a thing?(Anything else off about the name?)(Did Quaker Quisp(Crisp?)not exist?)(Did Kaboom not exist?)(Do any of these cereals' names, or logos look off?)
https://bloody-disgusting.com/toys/3512456/next-funko-releasing-pennywise-beetlejuice-cereal/
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quisp
https://www.amazon.com/Kaboom-Cereal-9-Ounce-Boxes-Pack/dp/B000S85LDU
6020.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember Hubba Bubba soda not being a thing?(Does thame Hubba Bubba logo look off?)
http://gbnfgroceries.blogspot.com/2014/09/from-beverage-aisle-hubba-bubba-soda.html?m=1
Add-On: Do you remember these things not being pink, and green?(Videos below.)
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Ky1CM32m8LE
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=p08BKkoPvnw
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=gGQDq0vIwyQ
6021.(Famous Comedian name change.)Frank Dicaliendo/Frank DiCaliendo/Frank Di Caliendo/Frank Caliendo(James Difranco/James DiFranco/James Di Franco/James Franco)(Adam Devine/Adam DeVine)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frank_Caliendo
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_Franco
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adam_DeVine
6022.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember Quinceañeros not being a thing?(Were they always called Quinceañeras?)(Were they always for girls?)
https://mipadrino.com/quinceanero/
6023.(New fruits.)Have you heard of the Natal Plum?(Was Afrikaan not a word?)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carissa_macrocarpa
Add-On: Do you remember Tripple instead of Triple?(Do you remember Vetted not being a word?)
https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/triple
https://www.dictionary.com/browse/vetted
Add-On: Do you remember the Challenger explosion not possibly being a hoax?
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Space_Shuttle_Challenger
Add-On: Do you remember Hawaii being a sovereign nation instead of part of the U.S.?(Was New Brunswick, and Quebec the capitals of the two missing states?)(Was Montreal the baseball capital of the world?)(Was Cincinnati(Cinccinati, or Cincinatti?)one of the states?)(Was Jefferson City(Jefferson?)one of the states?)(Do you remember Puerto Rico not being a U.S. territory?)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Puerto_Rico
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jefferson_City,_Missouri
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cincinnati
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Montreal
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quebec
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_Brunswick
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hawaii
Add-On: Do you remember Necklacing not being invented, or endorsed by Nelson, and Winnie Mandela?(Did Necklacing not exist?)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Necklacing
6024.(Song Title change.)I Wanna Walk (500 Miles)/I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles)(Was the song title different?)(Was the song released in the 90's instead of the 80's?)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/I%27m_Gonna_Be_(500_Miles)
6025.(Music Lyrics change.)"Is this a conspiracy?"/"Is this some conspiracy?"("A tear in his eye."/"A tear in his eyes.")
https://genius.com/Pantera-cemetary-gates-lyrics
6026.(Music Lyrics change.)"Fire in the sky."/"A fire in the sky."/"The fire in the sky."
https://genius.com/amp/Deep-purple-smoke-on-the-water-lyrics
6027.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember men not being able to have the ability to naturally lactate, and breastfeed?(Did the Bible not mention it?)
https://www.babycenter.com/404_can-men-breastfeed_8824.bc
6028.(Music Lyrics change.)"It's just the beast under your bed."/"It's just the beasts under your bed."(Do any of the guitar riffs sound off?)
https://genius.com/Metallica-enter-sandman-lyrics
6029.(Music Lyrics change.)"Riding out the day's events."/"Writing out the day's events."(Anything else off?)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tom_Sawyer_(song)
6030.(Famous Actor name change.)Forrest WhitakeForest Whitaker(Is his last name pronounced different?)(Is Leonard Nimoy's name pronounced different?)(Is Jean-Claude Van Damme's name pronounced different?)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Forest_Whitaker
6031.(Celebrity death that didn't happen.)Do you remember Ving Rhames dying?(Did Sam Neill(Neil?)die?)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ving_Rhames
6032.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember the ending of Braveheart being different?
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Braveheart
6033.(Spelling change.)Pearl Vision/Pearle Vision(Does the logo look off?)
https://www.pearlevision.com
6034.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember Titanic 2: Jack's Back not being a thing?(Did an actual Titanic ll not exist?)
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=4quvCgiuBxs
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Titanic_II
Add-On: Do you remember the algorithms for a Rubik's Cube being different?(Rubiks?)
https://hobbylark.com/puzzles/Rubik-Cube-Algorithms
6035.(Famous Hockey Player name change.)Eric Lindross/Eric Lindros
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eric_Lindros
Add-On: Do you remember these things not being pink?(Video below.)(Do you remember the third-party link not being in the description?)
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=tlqBYobCmrw
6036.(Movie Scene change.)Do you remember the obstacle course scene in Stripes being different?(Does the movie logo look off?)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stripes_(film)
6037.(Music Lyrics change.)"It's late at night, and I sleep like a baby."/"I made my bed, and I sleep like a baby."(The Dixie Chicks/Dixie Chicks)
https://genius.com/Dixie-chicks-not-ready-to-make-nice-lyrics
6038.(Fictional Character appearance change.)Do you remember Rajah from Aladdin(Aladin, Alladdin, or Alladin?)not having yellow eyes?(Do you remember the Devil, and similar characters in certain cartoons not having yellow eyes?)
http://disney.wikia.com/wiki/Rajah
6039.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember there not being multiple versions of Pop Goes The Weasel?(Anything else off?)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pop_Goes_the_Weasel
6040.(Music Lyrics change.)"Come back another day."/"Come again another day."(Anything else off?)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rain_Rain_Go_Away
6041.(Music Lyrics change.)"On the treetop."/"On the treetops."("When the bar breaks."/"When the bough breaks.")("Tree top"?)(Anything else off?)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rock-a-bye_Baby
6042.(Music Lyrics change.)"Wee Willie Winkie, running through the town."/"Wee Willie Winkie, runs through the town."(Willy?)(Anything else off?)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wee_Willie_Winkie
6043.(Famous Actress name change.)Katie Sackhoff/Katee Sackoff
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Katee_Sackhoff
6044.(New plants.)Have you heard of green roses?(Any other rose types off?)
http://www.all-my-favourite-flower-names.com/green-roses.html
6045.(Music Lyrics change.)"She whipped out her gun."/"She whipped out a gun."("Does she like it, like it, like it like that?"/"Ooh she like it, like it, like it like that.")("Dude looks like a lady."/"Dude look like a lady.")(Was it always the same as the song title?)(Any of the other lyrics off?)
https://genius.com/Aerosmith-dude-looks-like-a-lady-lyrics
6046.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember Griff's hover board from Back To The Future being red instead of black?(Anything else off?)(Was Hoverboard a word?)
https://www.cnet.com/news/buy-griffs-back-to-the-future-hoverboard-for-13000/
6047.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember the restaurant sketch in You Can't Do That On Television being called Barf's Burgers instead of Barth's Burgers?
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/You_Can%27t_Do_That_on_Television
6048.(Capital City change.)Philadelphia, Pennsylvania/Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania/Harrisburg, Pennsylvania
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harrisburg,_Pennsylvania
6049.(Fictional Character name change.)Eli Goldsworth/Eli Goldsworthy
http://degrassi.wikia.com/wiki/Eli_Goldsworthy
6050.(Book Title change.)Ramona And Beezus/Beezus And Ramona(Does the movie logo look off?)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beezus_and_Ramona
6051.(Music Lyrics change.)"I wanna have boobies."/"I wanna have groupies."(Anything else off?)
https://genius.com/The-pussycat-dolls-when-i-grow-up-lyrics
6052.(Music Lyrics change.)"She put the lime in the coconut, and she shake it all up."/"She put the lime in the coconut, you drank 'em bot' up."(Have you ever seen Both shortened to Bot'?)(Ing to In' lyrics.)(Anything else off?)(Was it something else?)(You're Breaking My Heart/You're Breakin' My Heart, and Ing to In' lyrics.)(Harry Nelson/Harry Nilsson)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coconut_(song)
6053.(Fictional Character name change.)Irwin HochauseErwin HochauseArwin Hochauser
http://suitelife.wikia.com/wiki/Arwin_Hochauser
6054.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember rabbits not being fast swimmers?(Were they not able to swim at all?)
https://www.animalhearted.com/blogs/rabbits/can-rabbits-swim
6055.(Theme Song Lyrics change.)"Space, the final frontier."/"Space, a final frontier."/"Space, final frontier."(Any more Star Trek logos off?)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Star_Trek:_The_Original_Series
6056.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember it being known which Springfield The Simpsons lived in?(Did they not live in Oregon?)(Anything else off?)
https://deadline.com/2012/04/simpsons-springfield-oregon-matt-groening-revelas-254906/amp/
Add-On: Do you remember these things not being pink, or green?(Videos below.)
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=8XXsj-JOMU8
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=3-VjE9SxMLw
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=K9LoBIyOstc
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=tlgvPaHlVDM
6057.(Fictional Character name change.)Hannibal LectoHannibal Lecter(Was it not spelled more than one way?)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hannibal_Lecter
6058.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember these things not being pink, or green?(Video below.)
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=K9LoBIyOstc
6059.(Music Lyrics change.)"Read between the lines."/"Read between the line."("Til I hit the ground."/"When I hit the ground.")("Chase you all the way to the stairway honey."/"Chase you all the way to stairway honey.")(Til, and When are said at the time in the song.)(Ing to In' lyrics.)
https://genius.com/Aerosmith-love-in-an-elevator-lyrics
6060.(Song Title change.)Shadow Of The Sun/Shadow On The Sun(Are the lyrics different?)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Audioslave_(album)
6061.(Famous Football Player name change.)Gayle Sayers/Gale Sayers
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gale_Sayers
6062.(Celebrity death that didn't happen.)Do you remember Mackenzie Phillips dying?
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mackenzie_Phillips
6063.(Famous Actress name change.)Hallie Barry/Halle Berry(Other spellings?)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Halle_Berry
6064.(Spelling change.)Scrunchy/Scrunchie/Scrunci/Scünci(Other spellings?)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scrunchie
6065.(Phantom geography.)Do you remember there not being a village in Norway named Hell?(Did it not have really cold weather?)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hell,_Norway
6066.(Music Lyrics change.)"I was down but now I'm flying."/"I was down but now I'm crying."(Ing to In' lyrics, and does anything else about Hard Luck Woman by Kiss seem off?)
https://songmeanings.com/m/songs/view/110143/
Add-On: Do you remember these things not being pink, or green?(Video below.)
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=z1M9zK_f5kg
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=rjsAP93bS3o
6067.(Can't think of a title.)Do you remember Kelso saying, "Damn Jackie! I can't control the weather!" louder than he does now?(Did he always say, "Well damn Jackie!"?)
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=WXC4Ey9ZXEE
6068.(Music Lyrics change.)"Daddy thinks I'm lazy. He don't understand. He never saw inside my head. People think I'm crazy, but I'm in demand. They never heard a thing I said."/"Daddy thinks I'm lazy. He don't understand. Never saw inside my head. People think I'm crazy, but I'm in demand. Never heard a thing I said."(Does the Ozzy Osbourne logo look off?)
https://genius.com/Ozzy-osbourne-flying-high-again-lyrics
Add-On: Do you remember Minnie Mouse not having as many polka dots on her dress?
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Minnie_Mouse
6069.(Movie name change.)Anchors Away/Anchors Aweigh
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anchors_Aweigh_(film)
Add-On: Do you remember these things not being pink, green(Videos below.)(Is the Star Wars scene off?)(Is it now The Jackson 5 with 7 members?)
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=XHtrEbZLhg8
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=7du-R-M8co8
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=okSfNwQUgp0
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=RJY0ivPhrtU

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*They roam the land, importunate and insolent, nominating themselves the stalkers of evil, vanquishers of werewolves and exterminators of spectres, extorting payment from the gullible and, on receipt of their ignoble earnings, moving on to dispense the same deceit in the near vicinity. The easiest access they find at cottages of honest, simple and unwitting peasants who readily ascribe all misfortune and ill events to spells, unnatural creatures and monsters, the doings of windsprites or evil spirits. Instead of praying to the gods, instead of bearing rich offerings to the temple, such a simpleton is ready to give his last penny to the base witcher, believing the witcher, the godless changeling, will turn around his fate and save him from misfortune.
Anonymous, Monstrum, or Description of the Witcher
I have nothing against witchers. Let them hunt vampires. As long as they pay taxes.
Radovid III the Bold, King of Redania
If you thirst for justice, hire a witcher.
Graffitti on the wall of the Faculty of Law, University of Oxenfurt

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