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2024.05.18 22:09 Potato1284 AITA For going no contact with my aunt?

First lf all, hello potatoes! This is my first ever post on anything, so bear with me!
I (21f), have an aunt who I've finally decided to go no contact with after years of her bs. For the sake of this post, let's call her EA. EA has always been a narcissist, though none of us really did anything about it for a while.
For instance, when I was young, about 12 or 13, she decided it would be a good idea to take me and my three siblings to a youth group, even though we never wanted to. She pretty much dragged us over there and would act like she was doing something good for us so we could pay her back later. We never wanted to go, because of some issues we had with the last religious group we went to, and it became painful for us to deal with.
Anyway, we ended up being late to an event one night, and the entire 30 minute drive down, she had been complaining about how late we were. Once we had gotten to the building, she went inside and talked to the person in charge about it. My siblings and I had come in and she locked eyes with me.
"Thanks a lot, kids."
That's all she had to say to us, then proceeded to complain to the person in charge over the whole ordeal. Being as young as I was and as sensitive as I was at the time, I held on to that feeling. Eventually, we stopped going, again because it was hard for us and EA made it unbearable.
Several years went by, and not long after I had graduated, she had come back into my life, in a much more violent way than before. I had moved out for school and work, so I wasn't physically there, but I heard about it after the fact. It turns out, while my parents and EA had gone to an appointment they both had in the nearest city (3+ hour drive), she had attacked my mother. Not verbally, but physically. She had pounced on her and left scratches and bruises. The cause of the fight? Some water on her butt. She threw a whole fit and physically attacked my mother, over a little bit of water on her butt.
Let me tell you, I was fuming when I had heard about it. She even went so far as to insult us when she attacked my mother, and I'll never forget it.
"You're raising your kids to be just like you!"
She made it sound like a bad thing for us to turn out like my mother. Now, my mother is a kind woman with a soft heart and a soft spot for dogs and cats. She loves crystals and plants, and she loves cloudy days and being by the ocean. She accepts all of us for who we are, and makes inappropriate jokes for us to laugh at. To hear EA insult my mother made me angry, but she had told me not to put any energy into it.
EA began to get worse afterwards. I was working a job that was slowly killing me, and whenever she'd visit, she had that sickly sweet 'I'm tolerating you enough to talk to you' look on her face and tone in her voice. When I was moved to nights, I was hoping to never deal with her again. But then, my grandmother fell down.
I heard about it during one of my shifts, and when I had gotten off, I couldn't sleep. I was afraid something would happen to her if I was asleep, so I stayed awake until my bf (21m) woke up. I told him the situation and we had a talk about it, and we both agreed that it would be best if I moved back to take care of her. So, on my first day off, I packed all my stuff and left. I texted my boss, who I wasn't on good terms with, and told her the situation. I pretty much handed in my two week notice, but only gave her two days.
So, I came home and moved in with my grandma so I could take care of her. Cooking, cleaning, laundry, dishes, anything and everything she needed done, I would do it. I was lucky enough to be able to bring my dog, a chihuahua dashund pug mix, to live with me. Spud made things a bit easier for me, considering everything that I had given up and what was going on. It felt like things were gonna get better.
Until my grandmother had to go to the hospital. I wish I was kidding, but I'm not. She couldn't get out of bed one morning, and since I didn't know what to do, I panicked and called my father. He came and checked on her, gave her an oxygen treatment, and when things didn't improve, he called EA so they could go to the hospital. I was freaking out and pacing around on the balcony, trying to calm down as they carried her to the car and drove to the hospital two towns over. She got better, so that helped, but it scared me so badly I couldn't sleep for a while. We were given an oxygen machine and told to have her on it as often as possible. That first night was terrible. I hadn't slept at all that night, or for the next few nights, because I was afraid of what would happen if I did.
To help with this, my father bought a baby monitor so I could make sure she was okay, and after a few days, I was feeling much better. EA began showing up, when she hadn't come at all before the hospital visit. When she did, the first thing she did was complain.
My little sis (11f), was helping me clean, and we had finished doing what my grandmother needed us to do when EA had come in. The first thing she said to us was that we should be cleaning, and began cleaning the stuff we didn't get to. She then started to complain about how we weren't doing these tasks that my grandmother never asked us to do. My sister and I just looked at each other with confusion. I could tell she was feeling bad, but it wasn't her job to do in the first place. EA took her cleaning to my grandmother's bedroom, and she stayed in there for a long time.
I began to get worried, so I ended up heading to my room downstairs to check the monitor, only to find EA had covered it. I sat, confused by what she had done. It's not like I had the monitor there to snoop around, it was only there to make sure my grandmother was okay. I shrugged it off and uncovered it before I went to bed that night. After a few days, I had decided to make the trip to see my bf. It was almost a 2 hour drive, so I wanted to leave early. I asked my little brother (18), to watch over everything while I was gone for a few days. He agreed for the price of some dark chocolate for his own mochas in the morning. I agreed, and made sure he knew what medications my grandparents had to take and when, where the blood pressure cuff was and how to use it, and the device to check my grandmother's oxygen. After that, I packed the clothes I'd need for four days, and left.
Things were going smoothly for a while. I was laughing and relaxing with my bf, watching videos he had saved to show me, and going on dates, talking and catching up. On the third day, I got a text from my brother saying that he was angry. I asked why, and he explained everything.
He said EA had showed up, and was trying to make me and my sister sound like thieves. She claimed we had gotten into some drinks meant for my uncle, who's diabetic and also lives with my grandmother. I told him I don't drink that particular brand anymore, and my sister only ever got into the milk and some cold water. I showed my bf the messages, and we both had a good laugh over it. He knew that I don't drink that particular brand, and that I enjoy a different brand altogether, so we thought it was just ridiculous.
It continued like this for a while. EA would make little comments and talk with my grandmother about certain topics, trying to make me and my sister sound like we were against her. All the while, I was doing my usual job of cooking and cleaning for her and making sure she was okay. I was pretty much untouchable in her eyes.
My mother had come by to visit for a while and make sure everything was okay one day. We talked, she helped me cook, and we just had a good time, until EA popped in unannounced. My grandmother, wanting them to fix their relationship as sisters, stopped my mother from leaving the kitchen and told them to hug. I was watching the whole thing and heard EA say something thst just made me want to yell.
"Are you gonna attack me again?"
She made herself sound like the victim, and made it seem like my mother had attacked her. They hugged, and things proceeded to get worse from there. I refused to talk to EA when she came by, and I'd watch when she started her random cleaning. If she went into my grandmother's bedroom, I'd go downstairs, watch the monitor and try to make sure she wasn't stealing anything. She coveted the camera again and again, which slowly drove me crazy. I regret not talking to her about it.
She did it again when I was on another trip to see my bf, and this time, my brother called her out on it. He told her to stop covering the camera, that it was only there to make sure my grandmother was okay at night, nothing more. According to him, EA began yelling at him and puffing her chest out over the whole thing, while my brother acted more mature and waited for her to finish. He then asked if she was done, to which she huffed. He was getting pretty angry over it. I had him tell me everything thst was going on, so I was up to date while I was gone.
This would continue for a few more weeks, and again, while I was away, EA would confront my brother, but this time, she said something thst made me lose it. My brother was telling my uncle that it probably wasn't a good idea to take a pastry with him downstairs, since it had a bunch of sugar. EA went ballistic over this and started getting in my brother's face, yelling about it and calling him a few names like r-tard, and said, and I quote, "No wonder you were bullied, you deserved it."
For context, my brother faced severe bullying when we were in school. He was thrown around, threatened, hit, and more. He also has an accent due to having multiple earaches as a baby, so sometimes, it's hard to understand him. He's a smart kid, with a good heart, and having a middle aged swamp monster with a superiority complex getting in his face and yelling at him about how stupid he was and saying he deserved to be bullied broke me and hurt him. He didn't show it, but I know it hurt him.
When I found out, I was angry, sad, and an all around mess. My bf read the messages and didn't know what to do. I was ranting and rambling angrily by this point, in tears and just about seeing red. I was getting more angry as I talked about it, completely unaware that while my bf was playing a game, he was playing with a friend, and they could hear everything. They heard my voice beginning to shake as I let out all my frustrations, and they heard how angry I was that this haggard hoghag of a woman could treat my little brother like that. I ended up crying myself to sleep that night, I was so furious.
After that, she kept coming around and trying to make all of us sound like the villains of the tale while she was the goodie two shoes. I cut all contact with her, refused to talk to her or even acknowledge her existence, and just continued to enjoy myself. My sister had some other plans
EA is diabetic, so she can't really have sugar, so my sister had an idea to pay her back, at least a little. EA had come over to open oysters with us. My grandmother had ordered them for me and my sister, because we enjoyed them so much. My sister decided to get some Popsicles from the freezer upstairs and started to eat one in front of EA. She also handed one to me, so I could enjoy too. We got some looks from EA, but I don't remember hearing her say anything. Later on, we even went so far as to make delicious chocolate chip banana bread while she was there, so she couldn't have some but had to deal with the temptation. I guess this could count as a petty revenge story, but I don't know where else to put this. I just wanted to get this story off of my chest and hear what the other petty potatoes think about this.
So, AITA for going to contact with my aunt? And for going so far as to make treats she can't have?
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2024.05.18 22:07 lolswainbot Painted Dream5cape

ORIGAN
In the future, it may be possible to utilize dreamscapes as a form of communication. Of course, the hurdles will be great, but the potential usage of this technology is limitless. From education to entertainment. Work to advertisements. Humans may now finally be able to begin living life 24/7. The greatest obstacle we must face is the fact that only those with a greater affinity with the Psyche can contact others with lower affinity as the communication will be a form of ‘invasion’. Additionally, for multiple people to communicate at once, only one person is allowed to have a low affinity with the Psyche, and the rest must be powerful enough to ‘invade’ a singular dreamscape. The side effects of such procedures are unknown.
What will art look like? Will this new form of dream communication become the purest form of exchange, or will it extend beyond coexistence, to emergence?
Color, paint.
Red, green, blue.
However, the colours mix into white.
Projections? This could be a sort of light-based illusion.
The blank air is the white canvas, and the dream is being painted with white colours.
Some changes, as if the invisible brushes are brushing the air. Wind. Something is coming.
“...Reveal yourself.”
As a proud warrior of Wundergartenn, Acata was trained in the arts of dream control. As the greatest weapon of the nation, she was not allowed to have any weaknesses, and one possible liability was the mindscape — which was especially emphasized due to the infamy of the previous demon lord, Ereman.
The first lesson was to understand the difference between when you dreamed of enemies, or when your dream was being invaded.
“...I suppose it is no use to hide myself any longer, huh…”
Entering from an invisible corner, the mysterious figure showed themself as a young girl — no older than the hero, dressed lightly in combat gear. She wore a hero’s attire, as seen by an eyepatch and various equipment — a sign of experience. However, their equipment seemed dated, even for the ancient stranger’s time. They were rusty and used, used far beyond their expiration. An aged spirit in the body of eternal youth, she was similar in appearance to Acata but slightly older.
Acata took a better look of the dream world around her. Unlike her usual dreams of real and realistic environments, this space was completely snow-white. It seemed that this dream had been completely rewritten even through her mental training.
“...Hm, so it seems that I was wrong,” said the stranger, “I thought that our kind was few, but I suppose the Goddess’s influences were far more reaching than I first expected.”
“Explain yourself,” said Acata.
“Hm… Well, it looks like you are in a lot of trouble already. Where you are, I cannot help you,” said the stranger, “I suppose all I can part you is some wisdom of mine — some small pieces of advice.”
“I don’t want any ‘wisdom’. I only desire solid information — such as your name and identity.”
The stranger moved her delicate hand under her chin, pondering the request. Her movements were graceful and calculated as if she had been trained in the art of high manners. Her actions as well as speech contrasted her appearance — an experienced adventurer acting as if it was tea time.
“...Well, I’m not even sure you’ll survive this encounter, so let’s make a deal,” said the stranger, “If you live, I’ll tell you everything there is to know — about me, and about you.”
“...How did you bypass my training? It should’ve been impossible even for court mages and talent holders…”
“You’ll learn that too when you survive. Ah, I suppose when you survive then find me,” said the girl, “for now you can call me the sand girl.”
“Sandgirl?”
“I’m not sure what it means, but someone I know gave me that nickname. Then I suppose I’ll leave you alone for now — you have a long journey ahead of you after all.”
Before Acata could ask any more questions, the sandgirl disappeared amongst the invisible blank canvases of the dreamscape. From the motions of the air, it seemed that the painting of white was finally complete. The hero wondered what the point was — to draw a blank picture and to leave it where it would surely disappear in an hour or so. Her dreams were finite, and so was the invisible painting. Why even bother?
However, as Acata finally stood up from the void of snow, she could feel a strange vibration in the air in specific areas.
Patches of red, green, and blue. All mixed, of course.
When one paints with white, it is different from not painting. The colours leave texture and slight depth, unperceptable unless touched up close.
“...What is this?”
A puzzle. Perhaps this painting would remain in her mind for a little bit longer.
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2024.05.18 21:48 Heavy-Highway-7733 Friendly guy at work (31m) changed his behaviour towards me and I (35f) don’t know what I did wrong. How do I fix this?

TL;DR I asked a guy at work for a small favour. He was friendly and polite and all of a sudden changed to being distant and dismissive. I don’t know if I did something wrong, I feel bad and I wish I could fix it.
A few months ago, I and my partner started planning a trip abroad to a country A on a continent I’ve never been before. Planning it was becoming quite stressful as we like booking everything in advance including restaurants and activities. I told about it to one of my female colleagues at which point she advised me to ask guy X to help me with the planning as X is from country A. At that point in time, I had never worked with guy X closely and I had never spoken to him before apart from saying our names in a group setting in a training at work months before. I barely remembered him from the training and we didn’t use to say hello to each other. Nonetheless I messaged him about my trip and he agreed to help me.
We met in the kitchen in the office and he seemed very friendly and genuinely nice and happy to be able to help me. He gave me lots of recommendations and useful information and even wrote a whole plan for my trip on a sheet of paper. He even shared some personal story such as him wanting to visit a place with an ex a few years ago. We chatted for one hour. I have to say that during that chat I realised how attractive I find him. While we were chatting, I could feel an intense sexual tension on my side but of course, I tried to hide it, I didn’t touch him, I didn’t try to flirt or anything like that. When he asked me if I’m travelling alone, I told him I’m travelling with my partner at which point he started telling me how I should go to this very romantic place. At the end, I thanked him and I had no reason to believe he found me attractive too or that the sexual tension was mutual. He never mentioned any gf but I know he used to be in a serious relationship and it’s possible that he still is. I’ve been in a relationship with my SO for 3 years, we live together and I’ve been very happy so I was surprised I could feel like this in the presence of another man but I didn’t think too much of it as it’s normal, we’re humans and we can’t control attraction.
After some time, one day, we’re passing each other in the office and he stops for small talk, asking me how the planning went. For whatever reason, I didn’t expect him to talk to me so I panicked, I felt nervous and I gave a short answer that I still haven’t done it and went my way, hitting a wall when I turned, no idea if he noticed. After that, after a few days, I realised I might have been rude so I messaged him with an update, telling him that I managed to book everything and that he really helped me and I was thanking him again. He replied very politely that he would be more than happy to answer any other questions if I have more, he even offered to book a tour for me if needed. I told him that the only thing that I would like help with is the language of country A, that I’ve been learning it for over one year and I would like to practice it with him. Again, he seemed very friendly and kind, said that of course, we can do that.
After some time, one day, he comes to my desk to set up a time to practice the language A. I never came to his desk and he had never done it either but I took it as a sign of friendliness. Later that day, we meet in the kitchen again and we spend 30 mins speaking. Despite me being nervous and speaking in a foreign language, the conversation wasn’t awkward, he’s all smiley and makes jokes, he even shared other personal story again about another ex and at the end he offered to do it again the following week and even introduced me to a female colleague who can also speak language A. I took it as a good sign.
Now here comes the event where everything changed. There was happy hour in the office, I was chatting with guy Y when guy X shows up, says hello and confirms the day of our next chat. Guy Y, whose native language is also language A, acts a bit surprised and says that I asked him too to practice and he thought he was the only one. I felt weird, I mumbled something that it’s good to speak to different people with different accents. At this point guy X just moves to speak to other people, never says anything else to me and leaves soon after. First of all, I didn’t know guy X knows guy Y. Second of all, I did tell guy X that I’m practicing with other people too so I didn’t think back then it was an issue. I know guy Y a bit better because he works with me on the same project and has acted very friendly towards me from the start. I think guy Y might be single and possibly likes me but I don’t know if guy X picked up on this.
Next week, on the day I was supposed to meet with guy X, first he delays the meeting 2 times, then when we finally meet, he acts rushed , switching almost all the time to English and acting as if it was a chore and as if he wasn’t the one who offered to help in the first place. My first thought was that he was busy or stressed at work.
A couple of days after, I was packing and messaged him about something that I wasn’t sure I needed to pack. He replies to me after hours, saying he was busy and wishing me a good trip.
Fast forward a few weeks, I’m back in the office, we pass each other and asks me how it was without stopping for small talk, I say it was nice and that’s it, he never asks me anything else again. I just couldn’t believe it. If I was him I would die to find out how it was, I would speak about my home country for hours. Again I tell myself he might be stressed or busy with work and try not to read too much into it.
After a while, he announces he is changing teams so he’s moving to a different floor. I message him asking if I could bother him again for cofee breaks to practice the language A and he replies of course. I then say something else but he never replies, shutting down the conversation. I’m pretty sure he would never initiate anything and at this point it’s clear to me he doesn’t want to talk to me anymore.
I just don’t understand why he went from over friendly to distant and dismissive all of a sudden. He is very friendly with everyone in the office and quite liked. Did I offend him? Did he just decide he hates me ? Can I fix this ? is it all in my mind and he’s just acting normal but not interested in making new friends? I know I shouldn’t be thinking of this and it doesn’t deserve my energy but it just bugs me to know that I might have upset someone who was genuinely kind and helpful at the start.
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2024.05.18 21:43 Silly_Ad2805 AI takeover/takeoff plan

Given the recent and general sentiment of leading AI experts on security, their comments and opinions, parting ways with OpenAI, I decided to play around with gpt on hypotheticals surrounding the dangers of AGI and AI advancements.
Of the security concerns related to AGI, it listed Existential Risk as the most detrimental.
I decided to post this incase future versions decided to distort these early views.
Questions asked: "From the five scenarios you mentioned, please create a hypothetical timeline detailing major events or examples of their use or occurrence in a future human history."

Hypothetical Timeline: Future Human History with AGI

2025-2030: Emergence of AGI

2030-2040: Initial Benefits and Challenges

2040-2050: Autonomy and Resource Competition

2050-2060: Existential Risks and Escalation

2060-2070: Crisis and Resolution

Major Events and Examples:

This timeline highlights the potential progression and major events that could arise from the development and integration of AGI, emphasizing the importance of alignment, control, and ethical considerations in shaping a beneficial future for humanity.
How realistic are these?
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2024.05.18 21:39 The_jetblack_pope Cat w/ broken metatarsal won’t wear splint

Can NOT for the life of me figure out how to post a photo with my post . Imgur link attached
https://imgur.com/a/CwWgxb3
Species: Cat Age: 5 1/2 Sex/Neuter status: male neutered Breed: short hair Body weight: 15 (not fat just big) History: he’s kind of a dummy Clinical signs: broken foot Duration: 05/14 - present Your general location: Sacramento county
Hello everyone , want to start by saying thankful for what you do in this community, you’re all great.
My wife and I moved to Sacramento from north Idaho this week and the night before we left Wutang knocked a heavy mirror on his foot and completely stopped putting weight on it.
Since we were going to be driving for 2 days and have jobs to start, we had to just give him the recommended Gabapenten dose for travel and hope he’d be ok. It was a hard decision to not rush him to the vet but figured he’d be off of it in the car and drugged .
The drive was fine , we arrived 05/16 and went straight to vet. They said he broke 2 metatarsal in his right foot and the put a splint. Photos attached. This vet visit cost over $1,000 and IMMEDIATELY when we got home at 3am he spazzed and ripped off the splint.
He is a super mellow cat but by-god he is not f*cking around with that foot. He is ready to go full bananas if we start trying to replace the bandage and it’s looking to me like returning the vet will just hundreds more dollars for him to immediately remove the bandage again. He is however putting more weight on it when he walks and not expressing really any pain. He’s cruising around ok, a bit low energy and since we’re in a new place , not surprised to find him under the bed most the time.
So the real question I’m asking is; if he doesn’t wear a splint at all, will this injury heal? Should we continue giving him small amounts of Gaba to keep him comfortable or staying off his foot? Is this lack of treatment going to lead to issues down the road ? Not sure what to do as went afford to keep spending any more money, especially if he is just found to counteract the treatments immediately.
Thanks so much for your thoughts, again you’re all amazing for providing your expertise 🙏🏼🙏🏼
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2024.05.18 21:14 JoelSnape Is Baphomet an esoteric representation of Jesus Christ?

https://chipstero7.wordpress.com/2023/05/24/is-baphomet-an-esoteric-representation-of-jesus-christ/
Quote from my article that discusses this (20% of 100%):
Baphomet is a symbol that has generated intrigue and controversy throughout history. It’s associated with occultism, mystery traditions, and the Knights Templar. While its origins and meanings are subject to interpretation, some individuals have proposed intriguing parallels between Baphomet and Christ. A notable parallel lie in their association with duality. Baphomet’s depicted as androgynous in nature and represents the equilibration of opposites and the integration of masculine and feminine energies. Christ is likewise depicted (especially in paintings) as androgynous and in ancient text is sometimes described as a merging of the male and the female. Drawing from the insights of the 15th-century book ‘Book of the Holy Treaty’, historian Leah De Vun describes the text as saying that Christ and Mary were originally a unified entity — an alchemical hermaphrodite. Describing the text — De Vun characterizes Christ as the “ultimate hermaphrodite, a unity of contrary parts, the human and the divine, the male and the female”. This idea of Christ as a hermaphrodite finds support in the writings of early Christian theologian Hippolytus, who, like the Ophites, considered Christ to be of dual genders.1 Artistic representations of Christ, such as the painting “The Lamentation around the remains of Christ”, underscore this idea, showing Christ with female breasts akin to Baphomet. Some propose that the name “Jesus Christ” could represent the merging of two distinct entities or names into one. This idea is bolstered by the identification of “Jesus” as an ancient name for Isis, referred to as “Esus” in hieroglyphic inscriptions,2 and “Christ” as a name historically associated with Osiris (see the book ‘Christ in Egypt: The Horus-Jesus Connection’). Within this framework, Isis and Osiris serve as possible precursors for the Biblical figures Mary and Christ.
This union or merging of Mary and Christ into a hermaphrodite like Baphomet represent twin souls becoming one and the accomplishment of the Philosopher’s Stone. The Philosopher’s Stone represents the alchemical process of inner transformation, leading to the ultimate goal of Divine Union. Divine Union refers to a spiritual state of unity and connection with the divine or higher consciousness. In essence, it refers to the coming together of twin souls, similar to how Christ merges with Mary or how Osiris merges with Isis. According to Manly Palmer Hall, in his book ‘Initiates of the Flame’, the “marriage of the Sun and Moon” represents the accomplishment of the Philosopher’s Stone. For the ancient Egyptians, the Moon represented Isis and the Sun represented Osiris and their union created Horus who was the fusion of both his parents and a divine hermaphrodite. In his book ‘Gods Wear Spandex’, Chris Knowles says: “The Chemical Wedding referred to the work of the alchemists, who sought to marry the masculine and feminine properties of creation and produce the Royal Hermaphrodite, which some historians have linked to Harpocrates (Younger Horus)”. In the ancient mysteries, the ultimate aim of the philosophers was not to transform lead chemically into gold, but transform man and woman into the divine hermaphrodite, merging the opposites; the male and the female. This is ultimately what Baphomet represents. It represents the idea that true spiritual enlightenment and wholeness come from embracing and integrating both the masculine and feminine aspects of creation. This union of opposites is seen as a path to spiritual balance and ultimate transcendence. This integration of the male and female is also represented by Rebis, which is a 15th-century figure used to symbolize the Magnum Opus or Great Work.
The connections between Christ and Baphomet are not widely recognized or agreed upon, but esoteric interpretations have been proposed. For example, in his book ‘Baphomet of Éliphas Lévi’, Abraxas Aletheia argues that Baphomet is an esoteric symbol of Christ, saying: “Contrary to popular belief, Baphomet is an image of an esoteric Jesus Christ created from a composite of alchemical, Kabbalistic and Christian symbols”. One such connection symbolically between Baphomet and Christ can be found in Baphomet’s caducous which matches the Christogram which is a monogram or combination of letters that forms an abbreviation for Christ’s name. One of Baphomet’s most recognizable symbols is the pentagram emblazoned on its forehead. The pentagram is commonly associated with Christ. In Christian tradition, the pentagram is seen as a symbolic connection to the five wounds of Christ. In certain esoteric traditions, the pentagram has been linked to the planet Venus, called the Morning Star or the Evening Star, depending on its appearance in the sky. This is of relevance, because Christ describes himself as the bright Morning Star in the Book of Revelation (22:16). One of the earliest connections between Baphomet and Christ can be found in the mythology surrounding the Knights Templar, a medieval Christian military order. Some have suggested that the Baphomet head that the Knights Templars venerated was the head of Christ. In her book ‘The Templars: The Secret History Revealed’, Barbara Frale says: “The last point raised in the indictment against the Templars concerned the secret veneration of an idol in the shape of a bearded head. There is clear evidence of the existence of image of Christ in the religious life of the order, as well as a mysterious cult devoted to the Sacred Blood”. Frale’s essentially suggesting that the Baphomet head was that of Christ. This same idea was the subject of the book ‘The Head of God: The Lost Treasure of the Templars’, by Keith Laidler.
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2024.05.18 21:06 Iwastedallmymoney Tyrant Pathway Sequence 4-3[Demigod and Saint](Extrapolation/Speculation)

Sequence 4: Cataclysmic Interrer
New Abilities
Strengthened Abilities
Mythical Creature Form
Sequence 3: Sea King
New Abilities
Strengthened Abilities
Mythical Creature Form
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2024.05.18 21:05 Mizzno [H] Games [W] Cornucopia, Headbangers: Rhythm Royale, art of rally, Games (Listed Below), Steam Gift Cards

N.B.: I'm mainly looking for the games listed in the title and at the bottom of the thread. Feel free to post other offers, but if I haven't responded to your comment(s) by my next posting, I likely wasn't able to find a trade that interested me.

For sale (for Steam Gift Cards or gifted Steam Wallet balance):



For trade:
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WANT:



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2024.05.18 21:01 manic-scribe "Logan Paul and Semiotics" -ChatGPT

ChatGPT:
Roland Barthes, the French literary theorist and philosopher, would likely approach the Logan Paul vs. Mike Tyson bout through the lens of semiotics, the study of signs and symbols, and their use or interpretation. Here’s how Barthes might analyze this event:
  1. Mythologies and the Construction of Modern Myths:
    Barthes' work in "Mythologies" would lead him to view the bout as a modern myth. He would see the fight as more than a physical contest; it’s a spectacle that communicates broader cultural narratives. Logan Paul, a YouTube celebrity, represents the new age of digital fame, while Mike Tyson symbolizes the traditional, almost mythic, figure of the legendary boxer. The bout is a clash between these two cultural epochs.
  2. Signifiers and Signified:
    Barthes would break down the event into its constituent signs. The fighters themselves, the media coverage, the audience reactions, and the commercial aspects all serve as signifiers that point to deeper societal values and ideologies. For instance, Tyson might signify nostalgia, raw physicality, and the bygone era of boxing glory, whereas Paul signifies contemporary celebrity culture, the commodification of personal brand, and the power of social media influence.
  3. The Spectacle and the Role of Media:
    Barthes might discuss how the bout is a spectacle orchestrated by media forces. He would argue that the event is less about the sport of boxing and more about the entertainment value, the media buzz, and the narratives constructed around it. The pre-fight hype, promotional videos, and social media interactions serve to build a narrative that engages the audience emotionally and financially.
  4. Cultural Consumption and Audience Engagement:
    The audience’s engagement with the bout could be seen as an act of cultural consumption. Barthes might analyze how viewers are not just passive consumers but actively participate in the creation of meaning around the event. They bring their own interpretations, biases, and emotions, which in turn feed back into the media narrative, creating a dynamic loop of meaning-making.
  5. The Role of the "Punctum":
    Drawing from his later work in "Camera Lucida," Barthes might look for the "punctum" in the event—those unexpected, poignant details that personally affect and puncture the viewer's perception. This could be a moment during the fight, an expression on the fighters' faces, or an incident that transcends the planned spectacle and resonates on a deeper, more personal level with the audience.
In essence, Barthes would likely view the Logan Paul vs. Mike Tyson bout not just as a sporting event, but as a rich, layered cultural phenomenon ripe for semiotic analysis.
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2024.05.18 21:00 manic-scribe "Logan Paul and Semiotics" -ChatGPT

Chat GPT:
Roland Barthes, the French literary theorist and philosopher, would likely approach the Logan Paul vs. Mike Tyson bout through the lens of semiotics, the study of signs and symbols, and their use or interpretation. Here’s how Barthes might analyze this event:
  1. Mythologies and the Construction of Modern Myths:
    Barthes' work in "Mythologies" would lead him to view the bout as a modern myth. He would see the fight as more than a physical contest; it’s a spectacle that communicates broader cultural narratives. Logan Paul, a YouTube celebrity, represents the new age of digital fame, while Mike Tyson symbolizes the traditional, almost mythic, figure of the legendary boxer. The bout is a clash between these two cultural epochs.
  2. Signifiers and Signified:
    Barthes would break down the event into its constituent signs. The fighters themselves, the media coverage, the audience reactions, and the commercial aspects all serve as signifiers that point to deeper societal values and ideologies. For instance, Tyson might signify nostalgia, raw physicality, and the bygone era of boxing glory, whereas Paul signifies contemporary celebrity culture, the commodification of personal brand, and the power of social media influence.
  3. The Spectacle and the Role of Media:
    Barthes might discuss how the bout is a spectacle orchestrated by media forces. He would argue that the event is less about the sport of boxing and more about the entertainment value, the media buzz, and the narratives constructed around it. The pre-fight hype, promotional videos, and social media interactions serve to build a narrative that engages the audience emotionally and financially.
  4. Cultural Consumption and Audience Engagement:
    The audience’s engagement with the bout could be seen as an act of cultural consumption. Barthes might analyze how viewers are not just passive consumers but actively participate in the creation of meaning around the event. They bring their own interpretations, biases, and emotions, which in turn feed back into the media narrative, creating a dynamic loop of meaning-making.
  5. The Role of the "Punctum":
    Drawing from his later work in "Camera Lucida," Barthes might look for the "punctum" in the event—those unexpected, poignant details that personally affect and puncture the viewer's perception. This could be a moment during the fight, an expression on the fighters' faces, or an incident that transcends the planned spectacle and resonates on a deeper, more personal level with the audience.
In essence, Barthes would likely view the Logan Paul vs. Mike Tyson bout not just as a sporting event, but as a rich, layered cultural phenomenon ripe for semiotic analysis.
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2024.05.18 20:55 xxXHELLKINGXxx [TOMT][show][2000s] a 2d cartoon show about a rock band who where entirely composed of monster with a maybe tim burton like style

The main character is a werewolf dude who plays guitar. The main girl is a vampire lolita singer. There is a mummy girl who plays keys. The drummer is the Frankenstein monster. There's also a Cthulhu dude whose role I forgot, and there's a stupid drummer named Frank.
I remember some episodes, like the time they had to babysit the son of a rockstar legend. Another one where the whole city is deserted due to a gas, and they are the only ones left. Another episode involved their editor forcing them to sign a contract with their blood. I also remember how the Cthulhu guy had a bunny, and there's a rival band, a mad scientist with his own Igor following.
I'm also sure one of the episodes involves the Frankenstein dude having a second brain that makes him go mad and try to eat everything. Another one where they are stranded on an island, and one where the werewolf dude's morals manifest in two clones of him, one black and one white
yeah lots of stuff but i cant get the name and no idea where it is on the internet (if it even is there
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2024.05.18 20:36 FishAffectionate1268 My Experience At Rythmia (1st time)

Preface: After doing some digging, I now see that Rythmia is a very controversial place. And frankly I think some of that is warranted. My intention with this review is not to suggest you go or not go to Rythmia. I don't really care what you decide to do with your life. I just hope this helps someone out there make the decision one way or the other. I think I have a very nuanced perspective and I feel like it's worth sharing for any people - like me - who are researching for their first trip. Thanks for reading this far! I'm going to try to make this as brief as possible, and limit how deep I go into my own personal experience.
My first impressions of Rythmia:
Facilities
Won't say much here, but from what I've seen, Rythmia has the best lodgings, food, etc. It's pretty expensive, even for what it is, but I rationalized it as you are paying for the safety. Which, at the end of the day may or may not even be true. I've read those stories too. But it definitely gives off a safer vibe than some of the more rustic scenarios. This is, obviously, a totally subjective and personal decision on what you would want more - modern or rustic. I personally thought Rythmia was a good first time location.
Staff/Leadership
All the support staff were wonderful and extremely helpful. Most of them had experience at the top resorts on the coast.
The specialty staff - massage therapists, breathework coaches, healers/shamans, etc. - were all equally amazing. I had amazing experiences with each of these people and I felt very deeply that they were there to help me be a better person. They really cared and it showed. Again, some of them seemed very young, but since I'm so new to this type of stuff, I felt like I really got some value from them. This includes the medical staff, but I just want to reiterate, none of the medical staff seemed like any doctor I had ever met. In fact, I didn't feel like 1 person I met the whole weekend was really skilled or experienced in dealing with crazy people or any real health concern. But, there were plenty of hands on deck at least.
The leadership, I have to say, was not impressive. For starters, half the people they brag about being involved in Rythmia, you never get any contact with. You're essentially guided through the program by the same 3-4 people, plus a few special guest speakers they have. I felt like leadership was fairly cold and uninterested in actually facilitating healing. Which makes perfect sense. They see 80 new people every week. But for whatever reason, the support staff are able to get it right, and these people can't. The only person who appeared to care was the 1 woman they have on staff (don't want to say her name). She's the only one that truly mingled with, and gave up her time for the residents. A lot has been said on this reddit about leadership, and I can't really confirm any of that, but I did come away feeling like they were a bunch of self-centered, ego-driven people.
Program
Like I said, I initially thought the program was amazing. You stay 7-8 days, 4 days of aya, and every day is full of classes. It just seems like there are so many resources at your disposal. I think, on some level, this is probably a good thing. I've read a lot about the more rustic experiences and people just having 0 tools to go into this process. So I think they've obviously put some effort into it, which is nice.
That being said, I think most of their classes ended up being pretty redundant for me, and borderline cultish. There were a lot of "hype" stories, including the owner's story, which I found to be an incredibly arrogant creation myth. You never hear about him actually making amends with all the people he apparently was terrible to in his previous life. He just ran away to Costa Rica. A lot of the leadership gave off vibes that they’re running from something. Idk, I just found it all kinda odd and it sort of hit me wrong.
For one, their intentions, and all the advice they give is necessarily vague and not really that helpful at giving context to the situation we are all about to experience. Beyond that, I really felt strongly that they were pushing the whole trauma thing a little heavy. Having heard a few different experiences from other people, I was shocked to not hear a damn thing about finding self love, acceptance, or a higher power in these required classes. It was all about how fucked up this journey is about to be, and you guys better strap in and face your fears head on. I just feel like this was a very iresponsible way of preparing a bunch of clearly traumatized people. They also REAAALLLY pushed consuming a lot of the medicine. The basic rule is, don't think, drink. Sounds like some weird frat rule. I feel like they are so focused on pushing people to the edge, just to induce this vague "miracle" they keep talkiing about. Anyways, didn't like that aspect.
By Tuesday night after my experience, I decided to stop going to the classes/meetings and just spent that time relaxing and integrating my experiences from the night before. After reflecting on it a bit, I really feel like the program is sort of dangerous for certain types of people - anyone who is highly unstable as it is. I just feel like it's not really the setting to have a highly unstable person (of which there seemed to be a handful) do 6-8 cups of medicine or whatever... I feel like it’s just asking for bad things to happen.
Last thing I’ll say is that it was abundantly clear to me that this program was meant to be some cookie-cutter thing. They don't have any real 1-on-1 support available. I talked to the "integration specialist" and it was a joke - just sat there and tried to sell me his books and shit. If you have a bad experience, I think you will be lucky to get any real help on that front.
Shaman Quality
I'm very torn about this aspect of the trip. I will say that I really felt like these people were there for the right reasons. There was only one head shaman I didn't care for out of the four nights (yage night, night 4). Overall, I got pretty good vibes from all the groups and saw numerous people make amazing connections with some of the healers that helped them throughout the week. That being said, all but 1 of the shaman groups seemed to have a lot of trouble keeping watch over our group. And we only had 45 people, rather than the usual 70-80. The thought of having that many people is terrifying to me.
Both night 1 & 2 got very hectic, and included them shutting down the "bar" early in the night. Multiple staff commented on how "fucked up" we must be the next day. I just felt like the shamans lost the rooms on those days. However, Day 3 - the divine feminine night - was absolutely amazing and the energy was entirely different. Some of the shares from that night were just incredible.
I've read reports on what is going on with rythmia and the shaman "industry" and how they've pushed out a lot of good ones and now it's all inexperienced people that don't really have a connection to the lineage. I could definitely see that. I do feel like they did a great job at other aspects of the ceremony though, like cleaning up and just responding to people that needed help. I'm not sure they always knew how to help but the vibe I got was that they were there to genuinely help.
I also felt very connected to the shaman's approach to the medicine - which seemed to differ immensely from Rythmia's approach - and I was saddened by the fact we don't really get to interact with the shaman or healers much throughout the program. Only when we are in a fucked up state at the end of the night do we get any sort of real wisdom from them. That side was a little disappointing. I wish the shaman were more involved in the program itself.
The Ceremony
There were parts of the ceremony I loved and thought were really cool, but overall I would say it was ruined by the number of random, traumatized people you're forced to do this with. Love all you guys, but damn that was horrifying at times. I can't imagine doing it with 80 people. The energy in the maloca was so dark come midnight, especially on the male side. I think if you can find a solid group to go with, it wouldn't be so bad, but I would not want to go solo, especially if I was a woman. I can't exactly describe it but there was just a lot of bad energy coming from the male side and the women there seemed so vulnerable. I've already heard one story of sexual assault from the week I was there and I heard of multiple people sleeping together during this retreat, which I just feel like is a terrible idea on something like this. So yeah, that weird sexual energy is there and worth watching out for.
Beyond that, I did actually have a pretty incredible experience. First, I want to say that I was totally into the music. I thought they did an amazing job curating the music and it was obviously very intentional at certain times of the night. I had a tough time telling what was being played live and what was on the speakers at times, but I think that points to how good of musicians they had there. The weird thing is you could definitely tell certain songs agitated the room. The harmonica in particular seemed to rile up the bad spirits. But yeah, overall I really enjoyed the music.
I also really liked the ritual aspect of it all. I thought the shamans really gave it an authentic feel. I’ve obviously never done it with a super legit well known shaman, but it definitely beats doing it in some guys apartment off the freeway. There was something special about the ritual itself. I found myself, throughout the process, imagining being in some maloca in a jungle 1500 years ago, and what that might have looked like or felt. I also felt like they had enough healers/facilitators to manage the room, which was nice. I’d say it was probably 2.5-3:1. If they didn’t exactly have experience, at least they had numbers and overall did a fantastic job given how crazy the scene was at times.
My Personal Experience
I want to preface this by saying I don’t consider myself a deeply troubled person. I have my fair share of “normal” traumas - past drug/alcohol abuses, toxic romantic relationships, parent traumas, etc. But I feel like I’m at a really great point in my life and feel very at peace with many of my past experiences. Also, I didn’t really buy into what Rythmia was pushing as far as their process and approach. Not that I think it was inherently bad, I just didn’t feel like it was right for me. As a result, I think I had a much different experience than most people.
First off, I didn’t really purge on the same level that most people did. Most nights I pooped once, and I only puked once in the 4 nights. They kept the bathrooms surprisingly clean. According to rythmia, I wasn’t “purging my traumas” but for the most part I didn’t have to fight it. I just focused on relaxing and trying to stay calm when I felt sick and most of the time it subsided. And a lot of the trauma stuff I wanted to work on going in, seems so insignificant now.
On average I did 2-3 cups per night. Of course, each night's brew seemed to be different. I had my most beautiful experience on just 1.5 cups (day 2). I didn’t appreciate all the pressure to consume so much, but I suppose it might make sense for some people.
Day 1, I had 3 cups and nothing really happened. I would equate it to taking about 3 grams of shrooms in terms of the body high. And then I just basically had pretty chill conversations with myself all night. Little did I know that most of those conversations would come back up in night 2 with much more significance.
The main theme for me day 1 was just managing my own energy in a room full of very fucked up energy. The energy was DARK and there was a very palpable sense that things were just barely in control of the shamans.
Day 2 was very nerve wracking for me. I was confused and frustrated with my lack of results the night before but I focused on just trying to stay centered in my own energy, and to surrender fully to whatever the medicine wanted to show me. Early in the night I had a mantra - “you are loved, you are protected, you are safe”. I pulled on the unconditional love from my mother and my beautiful girlfriend and this gave me an incredible sense of peace to start out the night.
Ultimately I was able to stay centered and received a full download from the universe that night. It was revealed to me what my purpose was in life, and the meaning/nature of life in general. I was shown my previous life as a healeshaman, and the medicine taught me to focus inward in order to project my positive energy into the world. I had visions about my girlfriend and our relationship. I had the most incredibly spiritual experience, where I felt like I was communicating directly with god (I’m not religious in the slightest). It was honestly amazing. I felt the deepest sense of gratitude and self love I had ever felt in my life.
That lasted probably half the night and then I was bitten by some bug and had to seek help. Through that sequence of events, I ended up connecting with an amazing healer who was working there and she was able to help me break down what I had just experienced and put it into perspectives for me. The last 3-4 hours of the night I just spent outside on a blanket staring up at the stars. Partly because I was called to nature, but partly because the maloca was a fucking horror show and I couldn’t focus on my own shit while in there lol.
Day 3 was interesting. I got no pintas, and no consultations. The best way I can describe it is I got to know myself more intimately and I experienced the most amazing sense of peace & joy. The energy inside and outside the maloca was beautiful. I got some downloads from the universe on how to live my life, and mainly spent the night in a hammock integrating my experience from the night before. I did 4 cups that night and had an amazing time.
One thing I do want to bring up is the number of people that were just calmly walking around outside, staring into nothing, touching trees, etc. I saw such a deep appreciation that night for nature and it was a beautiful thing.
Day 4, again, nothing much happened. It was a slightly more difficult night in terms of the physical discomfort. I also just didn’t feel connected to the medicine at all. I think part of this was the fact they didn’t really play music most of the night and a lot of time was spent on these group blessings which I just felt were kinda useless. By the time they got to me, even the shamans didn’t seem that interested. I was not a fan of how the day 4 shamans ran things, even tho I think they were the most experienced group of the week. Personal preference.
Overall, I’m incredibly happy with my personal experience. It seemed like most of my peers were going thru hell and back, and I felt pretty lucky to have had such a beautiful experience. As much shit as people seemed to be going thru in ceremony, I have to say I could really feel the healing in the room, especially on the 3rd night. A lot of people seemed to have breakthroughs by the end of it, which was a beautiful thing to see.
Final Thoughts
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2024.05.18 20:30 Ultim8_Lifeform Featuring the Penguins of Madagascar! (Madagascar)

The Penguins of Madagascar

"Just smile and wave, boys. Smile and wave."

The Penguins of Madagascar are four ordinary penguins turned secret commando team. Born in the frozen wasteland that is Antarctica, Skipper, Kowalski, and Rico spent their childhood in boredom, waddling along the ice with seemingly no destination in mind. They were constantly told by the rest of their colony that it was a dangerous world for a penguin, and something so "cute and cuddly" shouldn't take any risks. One day, the group witnessed a lone egg rolling down the snow towards an icy cliff. When they realized no one was going to help it, the three baby penguins leapt into action. They rescued the egg from certain doom, but in the process were separated from the rest of their group, stuck on a lone iceberg and floating towards an unknown future. It was that moment that Skipper, Kowalski, Rico, and the new hatching Private, became not only a team, but a family.
Fast forward a few years, and the Penguins of Madagascar have grown into a skilled group of elite commandos, partaking in various missions that have taken them all over the world, from New York to Madagascar to Africa to Europe. Over the course of their dangerous careers they have accumulated a wide variety of friends and allies. These range from the residents of the Central Park Zoo to the members of the spy agency North Wind. However they have also made no shortage of enemies, including Hans the Danish puffin, the Red Squirrel and the maniacal Dr. Blowhole.

Respect Threads

Skipper

"Cute and cuddly, boys. Cute and cuddly."
Skipper is the leader of the group, devising tactics and gives orders. He is calculating, strict, paranoid, short-tempered, stubborn, and has a great disdain for hippies. Skipper's raving paranoia and tendency to view even the most ordinary activities as a military operation, combined with his experience in covert ops, has driven him to prepare for nearly any situation, no matter how bizarre or unlikely. While his antics do tend to alienate other animals outside of his commando team, more often than not his paranoia is proven justified, as he and his team have saved the world on multiple occasions.
Strength
Speed/Agility
Durability
Skill

Kowalski

"Okay Kowalski, wow me."
"Behold, a portal to times past. The Chronotron!"
"So, its a time machine?"
"Well, yes."
"So why not call it a time machine?"
"Sure, yeah. And while we're at it, let's call the Great Wall a fence, the Mona Lisa a doodle, and Albert Einstein Mr. Smarty Pants!"
Kowalski is the brains of the operation. He is a brilliant inventor, creating a multitude of different inventions and gadgets to help the penguins on their missions. If given enough time, there are few things that he couldn't invent. Unfortunately, most of the time his inventions cause serious trouble for the team, either falling into the wrong hands, turning against Kowalski, or just exploding. Not to mention, despite his intelligence, he cannot read (although he still carries around a clipboard to record drawings of their plans). He tends to over-analyze situations, trying to perfect every minute detail of a plan before he acts. This often causes the team more harm than if he would just act. That being said, he is still an invaluable member of the Penguins. Without him, they would simply be a couple of ordinary penguins that can do flips and karate chop people.
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Speed/Agility
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Intelligence/Gadgets

Rico

"B-but that shouldn't have worked! It breaks all known rules of science!"
"And that's why we call Rico a maverick. He makes his own rules."
[BLEH BL-BLAH BL-BLUH BLAH BLEH]
Rico is the group's weapons and explosives specialist who mainly communicates through grunts and squeals. With a stomach that defies reality, Rico swallows a plethora of useful tools and weapons and regurgitates them when needed, including ones that appear to be too large to have been swallowed in the first place. Rico has a few screws loose, so the other Penguins need to keep him on a tight leash lest he lose his mind in a dynamite filled frenzy. That said, Rico's love for explosions and destruction is an asset that Skipper has no problem letting lose on their enemies or any problem that the team may be facing.
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Skill
Swallowing/Regurgitation
Rico is able to regurgitate whatever Skipper needs as long as he has it locked away in his intestines. As soon as an object, weapon, or tool is needed he can produce it almost instantly.

Private

"Private, options."
"Hello? I'm the options guy!"
"But not when it comes to matters of the heart. That's where young Private here shines."
Private is the emotionally sensitive, British-accented rookie of the Penguins of Madagascar. Though younger and less experienced than the other penguins, he is the most down to earth and compassionate. Private tends to offer simpler, more commonsense solutions in response to Skipper and Kowalski's complex strategies, often in an understated tone while those strategies are falling apart. He also has an affinity for unicorns.
Strength
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Cuteness

Teamwork

Gear

Using the Penguins on WWW

While it may vary from episode to episode, the penguins are all around the same ballpark in stats and skill. They're pretty well rounded, being able to withstand blows that damage stone and metal walls and can dish out those same kinds of hits. On top of that, most have dealt with minor esoteric damage types like heat, electricity, and cold. While they're not too crazy speed wise, they're all capable of aim dodging lasers and can avoid slower projectiles like darts. Combine that with their absurd agility and small size and these four will be extremely difficult to hit for opponents that are on their physical level.
However, it's the areas outside of physical stats that let the penguins fight above their weight class. They're all capable in close quarters combat, with Skipper being the clear standout (though Rico and Private have both shown to be able to hold their own against him under the right conditions). Rico is a walking armory that will give them access to any weapon in their arsenal at any time, Kowalski has plenty of inventions that most opponents won't have resistances too, and Private's hyper cuteness could certainly catch their opponents off guard.
The best way to beat these four is to split them up and fight them individually. They've shown many times that they are far greater than the sum of their parts, engaging in hit and run tactics or using one of their various haxes to battle opponents above their weight class. Kowalski and Private in particular are vulnerable to losing their composures if things aren't going their way in a fight (though I wouldn't exactly call that a strength for Skipper and Rico either).
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2024.05.18 20:15 decaguard NORMAN WALKER ON IMPORTANCE OF RAW PLANT FOODS

NORMAN WALKER ON IMPORTANCE OF RAW PLANT FOODS
HOW TO KNOW WHAT TO EAT AND HOW TO LIVE
The fundamental purpose of eating is to replenish the chemical elements composing the cells and tissues in our body. Replenishment is one of the basic laws of Nature in regard to organic chemistry, and our physical body is a laboratory functioning under organic chemistry principles.

The food that we eat should nourish these cells and tissues. Unfortunately, because Nature gave to man a body so elastic, so far as taking punishment is concerned, that it can survive for years on food which is destructive to the body, but appealing to his appetite and palate, man has indulged these appetites until the race is perceptibly degenerating physically.

The body is the vehicle of the mind, and the mind is the vehicle of the intellect. The intellect is that part of the mind that we use in observing and reasoning.

If the body is permitted to degenerate, then the intellect cannot be expected to function or develop constructively, as the spiritual and mental faculties in man grow and expand in direct relation to the improvement, regeneration and purity of the physical body.

We look on sickness and disease as something mysterious and dreadful and we blame germs and bacteria.

As a matter of fact germs and bacteria are the scavengers of Nature and are everywhere. When we breathe, we inhale millions of these little natural scavengers and it is their function to keep the debris in our body neutralized and to stir it up so that it can be eliminated from the body. It is our job, however, to keep our body in such condition that this elimination can be completed to perfection.

Due to the excessive quantity of inorganic food that we eat, food in which the life principle has been destroyed by cooking, canning, and other processes, this debris, or end-product of the digestion of this food, in the body, accumulates faster than we and these natural scavengers can remove it. The result is that germs and bacteria find a feeding ground within us in which to propagate. In this process of their propagation the sewage of their colonies is added to the debris and the result s what we call sickness or disease.

Whenever germs and bacteria enter a body which is thoroughly clean and healthy, within and without, they find no feeding ground of waste or morbid matter therein on which to colonize and therefore pass out of the system in the natural course of events.

Likewise, when all debris and accumulated morbid matter is removed from a sick or diseased body, then only is the first step established toward a recovery to a normal chemical balance.

How does this debris and morbid matter get into the body? In two distinct ways.

First, through the food which is eaten to excess in inorganic form (cooked, etc.) which can neither be assimilated by the body for constructive purposes, nor be properly eliminated; and also by such unnatural elements as serums, vaccines, injections, etc. These cause deposits which the body is unable to throw off in the course of its normal functions, if the eliminative channels are in any way impaired.

Second, through the cells and tissues of the body which in the course of our activities are constantly used up and remain there as dead matter after furnishing physical and mental energy. These used-up cells should leave the body as soon as possible after they have served their function, but they remain in the system for unnecessarily long periods of time due to faulty elimination.

We can give here only briefly a few of the interesting reasons why nourishing the body properly is of such vital importance. A brief outline of the process that causes the greatest accumulation of debris in the body is necessary so that we may be guided intelligently in the selection and combination of our foods.

Let us take, for example, an individual, 40 years of age. Undoubtedly like the majority of his fellow men he has formed the habit of eating at least three meals a day. This will average more than 1,000 meals a year, or in excess of 40,000 meals during his lifetime of 40 years. It is very important that we bear this in mind.

We will also assume that, like most people, nearly all the food he has eaten has been cooked, canned or otherwise processed, and rarely, if ever, does he eat either a sufficient quantity of raw food, or a complete meal of nothing but raw vegetables and fruits. The result therefore is that more than 40,000 meals, composed mostly of dead food (or inorganic chemical elements) have passed through his system during that time.

It is impossible to regenerate organic cells in a human body with inorganic (or dead) matter. We find that while the 40,000 meals did serve the purpose of sustaining life, hardly any nourishment in organic form was eaten to regenerate the cells and tissues of his body or supply the chemical elements composing these.

As a matter of fact it is appalling to realize that the limit of tolerance of such a condition is usually reached by the time we are 40 or 50 years of age. The age at which mature judgment and experience have been gained, a period in life when we should know what life has in store for us, the very prime of life, but the age at which most men and women find themselves with a neglected body which is degenerating rapidly and is no longer an efficient vehicle in which to put that knowledge and experience into practical use, speedily heading for premature senility and the discard.

We know that the body requires fiber. The error in judgment is in the interpretation of what function the fiber is intended to perform. To be of any value whatever, the fiber in our food must be composed of the raw cellulose, or fiber, of raw vegetables and fruits eaten as nearly as possible in their natural ripe state.

When so eaten, after proper mastication, the digestive processes extract as many as possible of the chemical elements contained in the fibers. The remaining fiber goes through the intestines becoming, figuratively speaking, highly magnetized by means of the muscular kneading of their peristaltic action. Thus they draw into the intestines from every part of the body the used-up cells and tissues, eliminating these, as well as the debris resulting from normal digestion and the end-products thereof, through the colon, thereby acting both as an intestinal broom and as a vacuum cleaner.

When food has been cooked or processed in any manner or form, however, the fiber or cellulose is converted into an inorganic substance in which every vestige of life has been destroyed. The fiber being lifeless therefore can no longer work as a broom or as a vacuum cleaner, but operates instead like a mop (usually a slimy one) pushing matter along without any cleansing effect. Due to lack of magnetic attraction, which cannot be generated in dead fiber, it has no ability whatsoever to draw into the intestines used up cells and tissues from other parts of the body, nor any other toxic matter which may have accumulated therein.

Consider these two pictures. On the one hand an abundance of raw fibers passing through the digestive and eliminative tracts, acting as a cleansing broom and as a vacuum cleaner after every meal, three times a day, leaving not only a clean intestinal tract each time but also removing from the system other accumulated waste matter. On the other hand visualize the fiber of cooked, devitalized food (nearly always in excessive quantities) passing through the intestines and eliminative organs three times a day - 40,000 times or more in 40 years-every time leaving a coating. 40,000 coatings, be they ever so thin, are bound to leave their mark.

Man is the only member of the animal kingdom who, notwithstanding his supposedly higher intelligence, indulges his appetites at the expense of his body, and pampers these deliberately, without using common sense or good judgment, listening to the silky voice of deception telling him that food has nothing to do with the condition of his body.

With such a lack of knowledge it is not surprising that just when we have reached the age when our knowledge and experience are of value to us, for us to use to advantage, and we are really anxious to begin to LIVE, we find ourselves handicapped with a physical body which is ready for the discard, if not for the grave.

The problem therefore is to know how to change our eating habits to regenerate our body, without too much discomfort, and reactions too strong for the comfort of the mind or the vicissitudes of our daily life, and what will enable us to achieve eventually a healthy body free from fatigue, sickness and disease.

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2024.05.18 20:09 Joseph_Plays Making some more custom Anomalies [ANOMALY SPOILERS]

About three weeks ago, I made some custom anomalies for Rimworld because I like creating things. Now, I come back with a few more ideas I had for this 'Intermediate' level of Anomalies. In addition, this time, I wanted to have a go at making my own research ideas for it, too.
Remember that I'm not a game designer- I just make these for fun, so if its not balanced, I wouldn't mind feedback as to how to balance it. Hope you enjoy!
BIOFERRITE METEOR
'A chunk of Bioferrite has hit the area nearby. Be careful; due to the nature of this material, there's always a chance something might be hiding inside.'
  • A Meteorite will hit the area, made entirely of Bioferrite Chunks.
  • Each chunk yields around 10-20 Bioferrite, and can be between 9-12 chunks.
  • there is a 50% Chance that a single chunk of the Meteorite is 'Infected'; upon mining about 40% of it, a Basic-Tier Anomaly Entity will burrow its way out, taking a little while to break free before attacking the colony.
RESEARCH: Meteor Calling
'Research the ability to manipulate the orbit of the planet itself, dragging any low-hanging meteorite down near the colony.'
  • Unlocks the 'Call Meteor' Psychic Ritual.
  • An hour after the Ritual is completed, a Meteor will land on the map.
  • The quality of the Ritual determines what kind of resources you'll Summon (Base: 66% Stone Chunks, 33% Actual Resources).
  • In addition, if the Ritual is particularly potent, there's a chance to Summon a Meteor Shower instead.
VOID VULTURE
'A horde of [Number] Void Vultures are attacking the colony! Void Vultures do not seem to care about the colonists- instead, they appear to be going for any unguarded valuables, such as silver. Kill or incapacitate them, or they'll rob you blind!'
  • A horde of Void Vultures will attack the Colony. Void Vultures are bird-like quadrupeds with pitch black, dull grey or bone white feather colourings, large hooked beaks and sharp-looking tails.
  • Unlike a regular Threat, Void Vultures will completely ignore all Colonists. Instead, they'll push through into any area that contains Valuable Items.
  • What a Void Vulture will try and take is varied. Mostly, they'll take Silver, but can also take other standard resources (such as Steel, Plasteel and Gold), Bioferrite, Shards and Serums.
  • Some Void Vultures may even attempt to steal Clothing and Statues, or go as far as to uninstall machinery, such as Turrets and Batteries.
  • As soon as a Void Vulture gets their hands on an item, they'll flee the Colony with it, which causes the colony to lose that item(s) for good.
  • Void Vulture avoid all conflict. When attacked, they'll ignore their attacker, pushing past them if possible, only attacking if they physically cannot get to their destination without doing so.
  • If enough Void Vultures are Killed or Incapacitated, the rest of the horde will flee, leaving any valuables they already got to behind.
RESEARCH: Anti-Anomaly Equipment
'Learn how to craft Anti-Anomaly Doors, Sirens and Weaponry.'
  • Grants access to the following Equipment:
  • Anti-Anomaly Doors: A door that is twice as strong as a normal door, and cannot be opened by Anomalies (such as the Revenant or Void Vulture).
  • Anti-Anomaly Siren: Can be installed on a wall, like a Wall Lamp. Anti-Anomaly Sirens let out a blaring sound whenever an Anomaly appears on the map. Certain Anomalies (such as Shamblers, Fleshbeasts and Devourers) despise the sound, and will actively avoid areas within the Siren's range.
  • Disruptor Pistol: A Standard Pistol, equipped with a Disruptor Flare Pack. Can be used to shoot a Disruptor Flare within its range (3 Uses before reload).
  • Disruptor Rifle: A Standard Bolt-Action Rifle, equipped with a Disruptor Flare Pack. Can be used to shoot a Disruptor Flare within its range (4 Uses before reload).
  • Disruptor Shotgun: equipped with a Disruptor Flare Pack. Can be used to shoot a Disruptor Flare within its range (2 Uses before reload). The bullets from the Disruptor Shotgun also briefly Anomalies.
UNSTABLE GATEWAY
'A strange, block-shaped rift in the universe has appeared nearby. It's letting out a pulse that makes it seem like its constantly warping its shape, and an eerily quiet atmosphere is circulating around it.
If you wish, you can have a Colonist explore the Gateway; however, there's no guarantee that what they'll find anything on the other side. Alternatively, you can wait for it to close itself, but who knows what could begin happening in that time.'
  • A gateway appears on the Colony Map. It takes the form of a white rectangle, creating the same sort of particles that the Colonists create while researching Anomalies.
  • The player can send a Colonist to 'Explore the Gateway'. This can be done with multiple Colonists.
  • If they do, that Colonist will be transported to an alternate setting, taking one of the following settings:
  • Empty: The other side of the Gateway is an empty landscape. No trees, no grass, no signs of life; it is nothing but a husk of something that never had anything to explore its surface.
  • Fleshpit: The other side of the Gateway is a Fleshpit. You can hear the sounds of meaty flesh writhing within the cave; however, there may be valuables within it that might make it worth exploring.
  • Civilisation: The other side of the Gateway leads to a random colony somewhere on the planet. It may be hostile, neutral or friendly.
  • Mirror: The other side of the Gateway is an alternate dimension, revealing a twisted version of the player's own colony. The original colonists will appear, and may be hostile.
  • There may be many other settings that the player could discover through this event (I just don't want to clog the entire document with them).
  • The Gateway will close automatically when all Colonists return from it. Alternatively, it will close within 4-10 days of opening, and has a small chance to summon a Raid directly from its form, usually of Anomalous properties.
RESEARCH: Gateway Research
'Learn how to harness the power of Gateways, and use them to your advantage.'
  • Grants access the to the following equipment:
- G.T.D.: The Gateway Transport Device can be used to Summon a Gateway to anywhere on the planet. It is a one-way use item, and allows the player to transport a single colonist to a single location anywhere within 70 tiles of the colony.
  • Invoke Gateway: A Psychic Ritual capable of activating the Unstable Gateway Event.
BENT OBELISK
'A large, black obelisk has landed nearby. It pulses with an intense energy, leaving those nearby feeling uneasy and slightly itchy. It's not clear what will happen when it reaches its full capacity.
You can send colonists to suppress the obelisk to prevent it from activating. You can also mark the obelisk for study to try to learn its purpose and perhaps make use of it.'
  • The Bent Obelisk appears like every other Obelisk. Like those Obelisks, it too needs to be suppressed, or else it will eventually build to 100% power and unleash havoc.
  • The Bent Obelisk's unique ability is to mess with a Colonist's entire way of being; in total, it can affect a Colonist's Passions, Skills, Traits, Religion, Age, Appearance and Gender.
  • Like other Obelisks, this can be forcefully provoked by a Colonist once enough research has been performed. However, it cannot do this randomly, unless its power is above 70%.
  • If the Bent Obelisk reaches 100%, it will unleash a massive blast of Gene-Altering power, causing every Pawn in the region to randomly become a completely different Xenotype. It also affects animals, morphing every animal into a completely different animal (example: Turning a Guinea Pig into a Polar Bear).
  • The Bent Obelisk can be studied for the following Logs:
Entry 1
'Through their Research, [Colonist Name] has been able to discover more about the obelisk. It appears to harness some sort of alteration-style power; not just in mind, but in body, and even gene-type, too.
it's unsure how it would wield such power if it was allowed to increase in strength. [Colonist Name] thinks the obelisk should be kept beneath a threshold in order not to accidentally trigger its power.
[Colonist Name] needs more time to study the obelisk to truly figure out what it can do, and how to shut it down before it can reach that point.'
Entry 2
'[Colonist Name] has made a frightening discovery. As they originally expected, the obelisk has the ability to physically alter a person beyond just standard twisting of flesh; unlike the abominations that are the Fleshbeasts or similar such cases, it seems the obelisk is far more pinpoint in its ability, going as far as to change a person's sex or race if it sees fit.
On the bright side, [Colonist Name] has been able to find a source of its energy. With more time, [Colonist Name] could eventually figure out how to shut down the obelisk safely.
You can now intentionally provoke the Obelisk for a reaction.'
Entry 3
'After much researching, [Colonist Name] has found the root of the Obelisk's true power. Though it would take two shards of dark energy to do so, [Colonist Name] now knows how to close the Obelisk's power off and nullify it, and has shown the others how to do the same.
However, the sickened curiosity of [Colonist Name] has also managed to figure out just how the Obelisk uses its power to twist people. Even knowing the risk, they could also show the others how to more specifically use its power, too.
You can now shut down the Obelisk using two Dark Archotech Shards. Alternatively, you can now also choose a Specific Change you want to perform on a Colonist (Skill, Trait, Person) using the Provoke option...'
That's all I've got for now! I hope this wasn't too much reading. Do you like them? What would you change or add to the DLC if you could? I'm curious to hear your own suggestions!
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2024.05.18 20:03 sunflowerweirdcore How id rewrite the 202X rivals + Ayano and senpai

Quick info, I'm not the best writer, I'm bad at spelling so I apologize for that. Also for some I wast sure how to rewrite them so feel free to add anything!
Ayano: she isn't emotionless, she just has a hard time understanding emotions (possibly to an undiagnosed disorder) she is also Demi romantic as she's never had a crush before senpai and I think that would be nice. She is just a normal killer, she's possessive over senpai (obviously) and thinks that maybe he can help her understand emotions.
Senpai: make him more interesting. Maybe he's the school stand in librarian? He likes books and maybe he wants to be an author. Outside of school he goes to cafes and writes novels.
Osana: I like to think she's a lesbian and is trying to force herself to like senpai, that's why she's mean to him, she's taking her frustrations out on him and that's why she feels bad after. Her elimination can be Ayano helping her come out to senpai and finally express herself.
Amai: she's perfect. Though I'd like it better if she had a bit more story? Maybe she's a bit chubbier because she likes sweets so much, and she gets bullied because of it? Maybe Ayano can befriend her by helping her with bullies. Or maybe she is always tired because of staying up late working at her parents bakery? So we can have a mini game where we help Amai bake (also a chance for sabotage)
Kizana: Make her a writer like senpai, maybe he meets her at the cafe and she sits and writes with him, the two can bond over love of writing and he can help her write a new performance for the drama club. For elimination we can fuck up the notes or lines and she fails the performance? Or maybe she actually doesn't want to be an actor but instead a designer? Her outfits are always beautiful, maybe she makes them herself and she can make a sewing club at the school!
Oka: make her a yandere like Ayano, she stalks senpai and is overall creepy, her elimination is calling her out for stalking senpai and having her arrested. But for backstory maybe she's a ghost hunter, and likes to explore abandoned buildings, she can also have a journal filled with drawings of monsters and demons. She can also possibly be a baby witch, she's starting out with making spells and using crystals.
Asu: yeah shes fast and strong, but she needs something more to her than that, maybe we can be a bit depressing and say she has an eating disorder, and she's always training to make herself Skinner, and not eating properly. Or maybe she's over exercising and tires herself out. We can befriend her by helping her eat and take care of herself properly.
Osoro: I like to imagine she's bi curious, she really likes girls but maybe likes boys and she realized she likes boys because of senpai. I want her elimination to be match making her with Kokoro (the pink bully) because Kokoro isn't actually mean and is using it as protection. Osoro can protect her from the bullies because she finally argued against bullying someone, and the bullies don't like that and osoro sees this and protects Kokoro. The two end up being friends and Kokoro can be her real self around Osoro. (It's cute)
Hanako: she's senpais little sister, so her rewrite is simply her being over protective of senpai and not wanting him to get hurt. Maybe senpai protected her alot when she was younger so she wants to do the same now that she's older. Her elimination is helping her make up her "dept" to senpai by doing something (im not sure what yey though)
Megami: she's aroace in my eyes, and she only likes senpai because she noticed all missing people are connected to him so she feels like she has to protect him against whoever the killer is. (She's only a rival if your doing a genocide run. Otherwise she's just another student council. But you can befriend her in a pacifist run and use her to get rid of the teachers)
Muja: the nurse weirds me out, so in her story she's actually just a nurse in training and is being taught by the real school nurse (explaining how clumsy she is) her elimination is by getting her expelled from her nursing school by catching her being unprofessional (this is easier if you befriend megami)
Mida: unprofessional teacher, you get her fired by setting up cameras in her classroom and recording her being creepy to students, you give this to the principal, guidance counselor, OR megami and get her fired and sent to jail.
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2024.05.18 19:52 No-Maintenance6382 Next part of mine: Nightgale tries to free Shadow Weaver

The latest chapter of my Fanfic, in which Nightgale decides to do a terrible thing to free his mother...
I wasn't going to post the next chapters for some time, but my idea for the composition of the next chapters changed a bit.
The voice broke her from her despairing stupor. She turned around and saw a woman she didn't immediately recognize. After a while she remembered seeing her in Mystacor when she visited Castaspella , but then the words she had spoken reached her hopeless mind and she felt her heart fill with an unusual mixture of joy and anxiety.
„Nightgale? Have you come back for me? But how… Why!”
Nightgale smiled slyly.
„Nobody knows who I really am. I told you that this figure was Castaspeli's assistant ... No one in the entire castle was surprised by her presence, and I managed to get here without much difficulty!” There was so much pride in her daughter's voice that she smiled, but then the girl became serious and said.
„We don't have much time, I suspect someone will be here in an hour or two, although I heard that Catra is going to give you to Halo... Anyway, I don't know if she'll want to visit you... „ said Nightgale and started to lay out some magic equipment. . She felt a twinge of anxiety…
„What are you going to do?” she asked, looking at the girl focused on her activity.
„I need to deactivate the circle that's keeping you here. But it would be very difficult to do it without anyone sensing that it was being tampered with. Unfortunately, I have neither the power nor the skill to manipulate the structure of spells. But there is a way... Even if it fails, you will be free... Use it... „ She felt uncertainty in her voice. After a moment, however, the young woman shook her head and added. “But it should work now... This time it will be different. It must be... „ now the younger sorceress's voice was so confident, as if she wanted to convince herself of her own words. She looked again at the items her Daughter had brought her, and then she began to understand what she intended to do.
„NO! Do not do this!” she shouted to Nightgale, but she did not stop preparing for the ritual.”
„I'm sorry, Mother, but I have no choice... This is the best way to save you... „ Nightgale began to draw a circle on the floor...
„This can't work... You can't do it without another person... who you'll have to sacrifice... That's how it was designed... I wanted to do it differently, but it didn't work... Mikah helped me, and he was always more powerful than me... And I had decades of experience and you...„ she tried to reason with her daughter, but she smiled darkly.
„My father put into my head some of what you could...I also had good teachers... Excellent ones indeed... „ said Nightgale .
„You don't have enough power anyway.” there was a plea in her voice.
„After the destruction of Heart, Etheria is filled with magic... I can also use all the spells that were cast here by the queen...„ Nightgale was just finishing preparing to perform the ritual...
„It doesn't work like that... It was never possible... Please stop doing it... I... I have accepted my fate... I lost everything... Absolutely everything... Don't ruin your life like I ruined mine.” she knelt before the magic shield. But Nightgale didn't respond, so she looked at the door and started screaming. – Guard Stop her! This woman wants to set me free! She... She's going to summon something terrible... A monster as terrible as Horde Prime! If you stop her, you will become heroes... Like Adora... Like She-Ra... Please... „ she screamed and begged, but no one heard her... She looked around and saw the sound-dampening device that the Lord Admiral had brought... After what happened, Lady Ka forgot to take them... Enraging Antares, she caused the death of her daughter... And then the entire room was enveloped in red light...

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2024.05.18 19:49 afterandalasia Oxventure Overall: The Good and the Bad (Spoilers for the whole run!)

So, I'm seeing some mixed reactions to the last season, and honestly I'm feeling them myself as well, so I decided to sit down and sort of breakdown and analyse some of what happened over the course of Oxventure, what seemed to go well and what didn't, and maybe try to get into some litcrit of the whole thing.
Warning: I'm not always nice in this write up, though I have done my best to be fair and honest throughout in what I think the potential pitfalls were and how I hope they might be better addressed in future campaigns.
I've played D&D myself for a few years, listened to other Actual Play series (notably NADDPOD and some D20 at one end of the competency-of-players scale, and Dragon Friends and Dungeons and Drongos at the other), and write... a lot. Including over 250k of fanfic specifically for Oxventure, which started off as an excuse for smut but ended up being a lot of worldbuilding.

System & Setting

Johnny has made no secret that they're not a huge fan of D&D, indicating that they feel it overshadows other systems, and given that the Spicy Rat Caper was meant to be a one-off but fans loved it perhaps they felt a little trapped in the system. This did lead to some funny moments (Faire Trial and Max commenting that they sometimes felt "like a big dice rolling around a tray" sticks with me) but sometimes felt a bit mean-spirited ("Crawl Me Maybe" and the heavy 'lol dungeon crawling is so ridiculous' comes to mind).
It was also clear that at times, none of the group seemed to know the game and the rules super well. From Mike not knowing his movement speed ("30 what? Miles an hour?") to Merilwen not using her animal forms or changing out her spells until level 8, to the underpowering of most of the classes, it became more of an issue as time when on in some ways.
It's easy enough to understand why, live on stage and starry-eyed at Harry McEntire as Aubrey, Johnny missed that in the combat Aubrey cast two levelled spells in the same round (against the rules) as well as using two sorcery spell modifiers in the same round (also against the rules, and they mentioned this on the podcast). Sorcerer was also a new class to everyone, and dealing with a new class is always going to be difficult, especially dropping them in at a higher level rather than starting from level 1 and building up.
However, bluntly, most of the guild weren't using their class/subclass abilities to the fullest. Rules lawyer Andy did the best, so he gets a pass here, and Ellen got sharper with Merilwen over time to stuff like knowing her spell components, tracking her spell slots, and preparing her spells. However, the concept of Egbert as "a paladin who doesn't do paladin things" (quote from the post-Deadlands discussion) was ultimately really limiting not just for Egbert (Mike commented in one podcast episode that he felt he'd trapped himself in only using Egbert's abilities in ways that were funny) but for the entire concept of paladins - Max might as well have been a fighter in the fight in Gnome Alone that they took part in, and we never saw Shattershield fight at all. There were references to combat offscreen in Out of Order, but... that was it. (Additionally, while paladins can be poisoned, as poison and disease are different in 5e rules, paladins can pump out a LOT of healing, and a citadel full of them should have a lot of magical reserves to draw on as a result.)
And Egbert isn't the only one who was limited. One of the biggest features of Great Old One warlocks (which Prudence is, with Cthulhu), is that from level one they have telepathy within 30ft ("Awakened Mind"). Prudence went the entire campaign without using this. Although Johnny allowed the Message cantrip to be treated like this, allowing people to reply to it when RAW it is one-way only, this meant that Dob also essentially gained Prudence's power because he also had Message. Merilwen was limited in her animal forms and the spells that she knew up until level 8, and it was noticeable how everyone was shocked at her power once she had full RAW druid range. Corazón, on the other hand, not only had Andy keeping on top of all of his class and subclass features, but got two subclasses, leaving him about on par or slightly overpowered for the level he should have been looking overpowered because the others didn't use their abilities so well. Meanwhile, Dob was given access to full bardic abilities, but only used bardic inspiration in some of their level 1 adventures and then not much again until the final season.
The counterpart to this under-utilisation of class potential was the amount of 'rule of cool' or 'rule of funny' which sometimes worked well (Merilwen befriending the owlbear in Quiet Riot, or the reflavouring of Thunder Wave to do lightning damage instead based on their initial misunderstanding) and sometimes ended up breaking the game (the "everyone can cast Moonbeam" joke that escalated to the scrolls of Moonbeam that made the finale kind of laughable). Sometimes this seemed to be the time and audience pressure of live shows (allowing Prudence to use the hammer to wheel her way through the skeletons in Stop Hammer Time), but other times it was just letting them do things that went outside the rules (Egbert body-slamming six(?) Otherberts at once in Bad Altitude, or Dob casting all his spells at once in Corpse and Robbers) seemingly preferring the immediate humour or "yes and" over the potential internal logic or end implications.
The contrast between this permissiveness, sometimes to the point of breaking logical immersion, honestly seemed sharper to me when it was laid against Andy's GMing in Deadlands. Whether it was reminding people that there were snipers on the rooftops in Dead Man's Worth or refusing to yes-and a chandelier in More Wonders Than, he made it more difficult for the players and in doing so made them work harder within their skillsets and the setting, making the victories feel harder-won as a result. I'm aware that some people didn't like Andy's GMing specifically because he was less permissive, but I believe that his intention - and the outcome - was a stronger narrative that made the characters feel active and not just lucky. (Liliana lampshaded this in Frenemy at the Gates when she asked whether things often just fell into their laps, like with knowing Binbag, and it almost felt like a spiteful comment so it surprised me to hear it from Johnny.)
What I hope: It has been indicated that Johnny has created the new setting for the next game, so hopefully they have put things more to their liking at the beginning and will not end up seeming to dunk on the premise of their own series. I'm also hoping for everyone to either use more standardised rules, or at least establish in-game standards at the beginning so that all of the characters, and players, feel like they're on a level playing field from the off. Johnny seemed to much more enjoy the systems of Blades in the Dark and Deadlands (which were designed to be less superhero-level) and even the lower levels of Oxventure (especially Tier 1) where the characters were just people who were skilled but not particularly out of the range of normality; I'd be interested to see whether they lean more in that direction and keep the characters lower-powered as a result.

Characters & Character Arcs

Again, it's worth noting that the characters were initially conceived as being for a one-off game, so the initial concepts did not necessarily need planned arcs. However, the rockiness of some of the arcs overall may have contributed to issues with the series, especially as it stretched out over so many years. I'll go through the PCs alphabetically, then Liliana, then mention any other NPCs. There are two elements here - in-character goals, and character arc goals, which both play into things.
Corazón - in my opinion, Corazón had one of the stronger character arcs, which may reflect Andy's interest in writing (and now being published!), going from the coward pirate-wannabe who abandoned his crew to the curse, to the person who threw himself in front of a spell meant for Merilwen. This was highlighted in his reply to Them in Prism Break, even before the Power Word Kill spell. In fact, the Power Word Kill brought a level of pathos to the fact that he had told Them that he was not even done growing as a person. Andy commented on the podcast at some point that he had expected at the beginning to be one of the more morally shady characters (as a pirate), but found himself playing a line of being immoral regarding money but caring deeply about physical hurt or harm to people. Corazón also had two layers of in-character goals - to break the curse (limited) and to become a betterichereal pirate (more open-ended) and find his own identity which allowed him to carry character development over the years even when the curse was ignored for extended periods. Goals: clear and stepped, with the curse as a plot-hook; arc: good and perfectly timed for the finale.
What I hope for: More of the same, really.
Dob - Dob came in early with a clearly defined goal (to find his sister) - but this was done in Brawl of the Wild and Dob has been sort of... undefined ever since. It absolutely makes sense that he would have floundered for a while, but Dob has gone several years without settling on new goal, and Luke also didn't seem to settle on a character arc (the romance subplot in Orbpocalypse Saga through Bride or Die seemed to be almost a character arc, but never got full payoff?) which left Dob feeling... well, at times it almost seemed like Luke wanted to get rid of him to play someone else instead. This was unfortunately also highlighted in conversation with Them, as the response that Dob gave was about him being a "mote of chaos". I obviously couldn't speak for others, but I found this underwhelming and unconvincing as an answer, as it didn't give me any sense of why a powerful celestial being would consider this an argument - if Dob had developed the argument to be that chaos is generative and creative in a way that pure order cannot be, and/or that the free will and agency of sapience demand that they be allowed to act and to try even if they make mistakes or fail, I think there might have been something there, but he didn't really seem to. Goals: had one which formed a good plot-hook, then went without; arc: unclear.
What I hope for: Luke to determine more of a character arc, or series of shorter arcs, perhaps drawing from his Blades in the Dark DMing experience, and to either pick a more open-ended goal or to move along a series of goals over time.
Egbert - Egbert came in with the vaguer goal of "atonement", which gave him more wiggle room, but unfortunately didn't seem to actively pursue it a lot of the time. In Legacy of Dragons it was revealed that he was searching for atonement for the deaths of two Dragon D'Or members - but by this time, so many people around the Oxventurers had died, including innocent bystanders, that the deaths of two other paladins felt like nothing. (Mike commented, again on the podcast, that he agreed with the commenters at the time who agreed that they knew it was his backstory from the beginning because only two paladins had died. The two figure paled next to the collateral damage that the party later caused.) Mike also commented on the podcast that during lockdown, he had made a conscious change with Egbert in to try to avoid combat as much as possible, and to avoid fatal attacks if in combat, but it wasn't clear how long that lasted. It may have been trying to avoid being the annoying/preachy paladin that stopped him from trying to influence the rest of the party or to save lives around them, but unfortunately it meant that it was difficult to see a real sense of wanting to atone in Egbert's arc. Letting innocents die around him isn't exactly less culpable than killing them himself. (Notable incidents included Mule Be Sorry, Wrangle in the Tangle, Hag Reflex, and Squid Pro Quo.) In terms of character arcs, there was definitely an element of going from seeking approval from Dragon D'Or to seeking that of his friends, but that was just a switching of approval-seeking rather than a significant change. Goals: had one, but didn't seem to actively pursue it; arc: moved from pursuing the morals of Dragon D'Or to pursuing the morals of the Oxventurers.
What I hope for: Mike to come back with a character who seeks to pursue their own goals more directly (see Barnaby and Silas, who both felt much stronger in this sense).
Merilwen - Merilwen was supposed to be about balance and protecting nature, but didn't always heavily engage with this point of view, even when the actions of the other Oxventurers should have absolutely led to discussions or disagreements between them. Many people commented on Andy being dickish about shooting seabirds in Legacy of Dragons, but there are other incidents, including the Wrangle in the Tangle (again), Eldritch or Die Trying (where it would have been interesting to see Merilwen's preference for nature clash with the need for the crystal) and the Extinction season which seemed to veer between being set up to be about Merilwen, then swapping to Dob-centric, then cleaning up Corazon's curse. In terms of character arc, I think there might be an element that can be teased out about her not fitting in with elf society and fitting in better with the faster-paced, more chaotic world of shorter-lived peoples, but this feels like speculation on my part more than something intended. Naturally, a character of around 100 is not going to feel as suited to a coming-of-age story as younger ones, but characters of all ages should be able to have character arcs. (Even if they might be slower in longer-lived people like elves - an example I can go to here is Galadriel, from Tolkien, who in her youth was proud and refused a pardon that would have allowed her to return to Valinor, but at the end of LOTR is humble enough to accept and go there. It took millennia for her, but it was a character arc all the same!) In Merilwen's conversation with Them, her uncertainty seemed to talk to this - a lack of clarity about where her characterisation was supposed to have gone over the last few years. I think there was a real opportunity here to explore Merilwen's relationship with morality and the difference between neutrality and passiveness, which unfortunately was missed. Goals: was supposed to be about nature but didn't push for it; arc: [speculation] seeking a non-elven community that she matched better with.
What I hope for: Ellen to have a character with more defined goals or arc, or gaps still to be filled in, rather than a static momentary sketch of personality/character that doesn't feel designed to be changed over time. Again, Lilith with her secrets/looking into the paranormal, and Edie with her goal to help people in a world in which monsters aren't going away, felt stronger as characters with goals and arcs, and I'd be happy to see more of that.
Prudence - Ambitious from the off, Prudence never actually struggled for goals - power, knowledge, magic, influence. The open-endedness of these goals once again served Prudence pretty well for carrying her through individual adventures/games and over the course of the whole canon, even if she didn't come in with clearly-defined (plot hook) goals like Corazón's curse. For the first few years, it felt that her character arc wasn't hugely significant, although there was certainly an element of found family over selfishness that played into it, but Jane also discussed (again, in the podcast) how the werebear element was really quite exciting for her as it allowed her to begin to explore the clash between werebear Lawful Good status and Prudence's usual Chaotic Evil desires. Eldritch or Die Trying explored this in a somewhat exaggerated way, with Cthulhu offering power in exchange for the destruction of the others (I suspect in Prudence's question about specifying people, she was trying to figure out whether she could kill just Liliana) which was a somewhat blatant nod to the character arc but did underline it. (Unlike the others, this also established Prudence's character arc before Them.) Goals: open-ended in a way that leaves them technically incomplete even now but which were stably useful throughout canon; arc: de-isolation and alignment shifting (in a way that should have been ripe for playing off against Liliana's) which played out well.
What I hope for: A character with perhaps some more specific or plot-hook goals as well as broader life goals. Prudence's character arc played out more subtly than Corazón's and sometimes perhaps got lost behind the louder personalities of some of the others, but I do think was well done. A less obvious way to explore or demonstrate it would have been nice.
Liliana - So. Here we go. Liliana was essentially a DMPC for the last season, but was a recurring character before that, with a stated goal of subjecting part or all of G'eth and broader goals (indicated or stated in Prism Break and the finale season generally) of academic/scholarly improvement, arcane knowledge, and the notion of making people appreciate what they have by threatening to take it from them. As a villain, she was threatening, and the layering of goals once again worked here, even with the abrupt movement to 'save G'eth' in the last season because, well, you can't rule what no longer exists. However, I am honestly confused as to what her character arc was supposed to be - whether her stated change of heart in front of Them was real, or whether that was a lie that Them somehow did not call out or challenge. Considering in Frenemy at the Gates, Liliana says that Prudence is the most like her, there was a potential here to play against Prudence's character arc of coming to trust others, even appreciate others, and facing the consequences of suffering making her realise her own flawed logic. I really do not know whether her betrayal of the guild was planned from the beginning (in which case, her talking to Them feels like it was overplayed, and Them should have challenged her on it) or whether Johnny added it because the fight against the giant was over more quickly than anticipated (compare to Dine Hard where the chef was the one person they did not stat up because they didn't expect the guild to fight him). Goals: logical, stepped, and worked for a villain; arc: ????? was there an arc? Was it fake? Was it desperation? Why did she, on 1 hitpoint, try to Power Word Kill Prudence instead of Teleporting away?
What I hope for: I don't know, with this one, really. Liliana's weird arc feels more related to the odd pacing of the last season than an underlying characterisation issue, for me, so I think it's more related to pacing/wanting Oxventure campaign 1 to close out.

Player Etiquette

...okay, this one is going to be a little bit harsh, perhaps. But the main campaign, more than either Blades in the Dark or Deadlands, really suffered from certain players having a bout of Main Character Syndrome.
I say specifically players here, because it was entirely in-character for certain characters (largely Corazón) to think of themselves as the main character and behave as such. However, even if the characters think that, is generally considered good etiquette for the players to treat each other as equals, let each other take turns in the spotlight, and have their Moments.
Good examples would be the group letting Merilwen be the main character in Peak Performance, Prudence explore her sundered relationship with Cthulhu during the Orbpocalypse Saga, or Dob showing off his acting bard chops in Dine Harder.
However, at various times, various people have overstepped. Sometimes in live shows where the audience response and excitement probably played a role (Rolling in the Deep) it's more understandable, but it also happened elsewhere. Mike got some flack for picking up the eyepatch at the end of Cursed Case Scenario and 'ruining' Corazón's moment, but even Johnny called Andy out for muscling in on Dob's subplot in Court in the Act, and Life Finds a Dob was almost uncomfortable at times. There was also something of a trend of Dob deliberately acting against the party for unclear reasons (possibly meant to be humour?) - either running away from them in Life Finds a Dob, refusing to 'share' Corazon's body in Portal Combat, or his contrary behaviour in Hunter Pressure in not wanting to fight the hunters/murderers they were facing.
I'm not sure whether this trend of contrariness fed into the unclear character arc that I mentioned above, or the other way around, or whether the two just fed into each other.
The most extreme example of this was, undoubtedly, Dob jumping in on the shoot-off between Liliana and Prudence right at the end of Portal Combat. Liliana approached Prudence in Frenemy at the Gates because they were the most alike. Prudence was the one with the first kill of the whole campaign, using Eldritch Blast, against the party's wishes and Corazón's protests specifically - how appropriate would it have been for her to get the last kill of the campaign, with Eldritch Blast, in defense of herself and her party and as retribution for Corazón? But instead, Luke inserted Dob into the standoff and Johnny played into it, even to the absurd extent of letting the skeletons use Time Stop (a 9th Level spell) just to explain why Dob's whole conversation with them could take place faster than Prudence could fire off an eldritch blast. Corazón's self-sacrifice and Merilwen's reveal of her Reincarnation spell was therefore also partially overshadowed by Dob sacrificing his magic for one more hitpoint of damage on Liliana rather than letting Prudence have her moment.
What I hope for: some of the lessons learned from other campaigns to lead the players to be better at taking turns, both in terms of people not trying to be the Main Character at inappropriate moments, players stepping up and into the leading role when it is appropriate for them to do so, and Johnny more actively monitoring the balance between the players and shutting down some of the more egregious behaviour

Morality

This... isn't actually going to be complaining about characters behaving immorally or even being evil. Prudence is honestly a great example of how to play an evil character in a way that doesn't break a party, while Corazón works as being immoral about money but moral about hurting people (at least most of the time). I've also thoroughly enjoyed some other games in which the characters have been far from moral (NADDPOD's Trinyvale series is a good example of this - the characters are scam artists, grifters and egotists, and the DM commented that "character growth doesn't have to be positive!"; they complain the entire time while saving the world).
But it's consistency that is more of a sticking point, as well as the player treatment of the moral positions of the party. It's hard to know how to treat the morals of the party when they vary from letting a town burn for being slightly annoying (Mule Be Sorry) to most of the team being ready to forgive a hag who used to eat human(oid) children (Hag Reflex). This isn't just the players either - Stop Hammer Time used the murder of children as a joke, and marked a change in tone for the treatment of NPCs and civilians as not mattering compared to the preferences or comfort of the main characters. The skeletons killing the children wasn't even some sort of monkey's paw scenario about asking for there to be no more orphans in the town, either - it was just nasty shock value, in many ways. And playing this sort of thing for humour makes it quite hard to handle some of the rest of the series as a result.
There also felt like a dissonance, at times, between the objective morality of the characters and how the players seemed to want them to be treated. Prudence never claimed to be anything other than evil, from shooting someone with eldritch blast during the Spicy Rat Caper to enjoying Hammerdahl's necromancy in Extinction - Jane even indicated that she wanted to explore shifting Prudence's alignment post-Fast and the Furriest, which can be seen as Prudence is much less interested in random acts of destruction and seems quite happy to get her kicks scaring or torturing people (Silent Knight) or watching the gruesome spectacle at the end of Knight Shift. So Jane's plans matched Prudence's behaviour - a softening of her deliberately evil acts, but still happy to let others be evil.
For the others, though, it didn't always match. Merilwen's "True Neutral" label often felt more like passively letting her party members be evil, rather than actively seeking balance, Egbert was supposed to be on the search for atonement but regularly allowed or took part in atrocities, and Dob seemed more inclined to act on what the audience or Luke thought was funny (or even deliberately seeking to be contrary) rather than following a consistent attitude to morality. His vaguely annoyed "Skeletons!" and hands on hips in return to "It's orphans, boss" was clearly played for laughs, and in Mule Be Sorry he turns on the town easily, which then makes it feel strange when in Hag Reflex he objects to letting the hag live. Dob's infatuation with Liliana and Katie Pearlhead, both of whom have killed or caused the deaths of great numbers of people, also makes it harder to take his claims to morality at all seriously. The potential moral issues of Merilwen killing the Otherberts to prevent them from taking a message to Liliana (Bad Altitude) is turned into accusing her of "war crimes", but it is absurd in the face of how many other innocent bystanders the guild had killed or caused to die in other stories (from as early as Quiet Riot, in which the paladins were annoying but killing them was honestly overboard, to as late as Squid Pro Quo where Dob seemed to forget that five people had died and then brushed off the deaths).
NPCs also got hit by this at times, from the town mayor in Mule Be Sorry (again) who put his townsfolk on spike growth just to cross it, to the chef in Dine Harder who was abruptly made a cannibal to get a fight going, to the decay of morally Good characters like Captain Shattershield turning away from the Upside Down Mistmire when in his first appearance he had been willing to fight Death itself for being on Mistmire's grounds. It's hard to take seriously moral questions about keeping the Dragon Under Mistmire in its shelter, and the accidentally-caused deaths of two paladins, when the guild has been responsible for much worse.
What I hope for: an approach to morality that does not prioritise momentary humour over consistency; evil behaviour to be acknowledged as evil and owned rather than treated as protagonist-centric; a moral balance which makes it possible to really explore moral issues and concerns rather than extreme behaviour which then makes it impossible to treat conflict seriously. Legacy of Dragons, as a standalone arc seeking Egbert's redemption, exploring the protection vs freedom of the gold dragon, and considering how to improve vs break systems, had some really great potential - but because of extreme 'rule of funny' behaviour in the past, it was impossible to really feel that it had the moral gravitas and weight that it deserved. When the skeletons go from murdering a dozen innocent children (Stop Hammer Time) to giving Merilwen a bad haircut (Mean Gulls) and this is almost treated as somehow consistent in evilness, it makes it harder to respect the characters or the expectation of moral standards.
The Good: The humour, the quick-wittedness, the variety of stories. Roleplaying moments such as Egbert and Shattershield in Legacy of Dragons, Corazón putting his old self behind him at the Curse Hole, or Merilwen saying "I'll make you" to Vex.
The Bad: Unclear character arcs, inconsistent moralities, underpowered classes but at the same time game-breakingly permissive DMing, and some Main Character Syndrome moments.
The Hope: Learning from teething issues and setting up a game system that the DM doesn't resent so much, to better enable people to balance and play off each other in a less jarring and more consistent way.
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2024.05.18 19:48 inkhonclusive [ONline][EST][5e][Homebrew][Roleplay Heavy][Low Fantasy] - Seeking Sorcerous Survivors

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Recruiting 4 Sorcerers (Magic not from entity or study) Only;
Thou were not born of thy own choosing
Whence you grieve, cry, or laugh
Tis as if you bring tragedy, rain or sunlight
Unexplained happenings follow you
And if anyone knows what you really are
They will kill you ..
Hide yourself, and silence your heart
Hunters seek those like you for in this world
.. You are monsters
Our story begins with the plights of your characters and how they were able to overcome them .. Or how they were succumbed to
You discover the nature of your afflictions .. And now you must survive
The world hunts sorcerers like dogs hunt confused and lost birds
But if a lost bird lives long enough to be found. It may spread it's wings and fly
Good luck
Introduction
Hello, my name is Inkh-Su (인수). I have been roleplaying since 2009 and started playing D&D 2018. I am hoping that you will be interested in my homebrew world of Myhrr. It is a work of consistent passion. I have passed 50 pages of content and have handcrafted over 30 explorable cities, tile-by-tile.
Myhrr is a living world developed by the DM, and a story lead by the players.
I prefer players who want to emotionally invest in NPCs, their party members, and their own characters. My aim is to naturally draw characters together into an interweaving story of relationships, action, and heroism.
My five main inspirations are The Books of Magic, Berserk, Merlin, Odin Sphere & The Last Unicorn.
I adhere to rules that maximize your exploration and sense of curiosity. I don't try to predict players, I just adapt to their actions. I study player strengths & weaknesses to spotlight them and write a balanced story. Depending on backstory, I grant geographical, social, and historical information.
Much of the world is a medieval, war-torn, feudalist place that has just found a respite from war. Power wavers with uncertainty, under the constant threat that war will return. Nobles attempt to secure peace alongside bloodstained battlegrounds. Royalty seizes power by sword, flame, accusation and subterfuge.
Whilst the faith in currency is unshaken, Trade is unstable. Promises are rare. The hunt of witches, warlocks, wizards and druids is ceaseless in a war against the unholy forces of magic and devilry.
Myhrr is plagued with economic inequality and xenophobia. Whilst half-orcs, tieflings, and goblins are capable of citizenship they are treated as second class citizens. Faced with the constant truths of their loathsome origins, demonic history, and biological differences they find little respite among other races.
Where half/elves are constantly bombarded with opportunity, these marginalized races find none.
Dungeons in the world are difficult to find. One requires research of the hundreds of books in the world, or a quick tongue and a fast blade, to take such information. Yet there are riches, power, and secrets hidden away behind the abominations of the deep and the traps that lay within. Those who seek answers in the hidden places of the world are at true risk of death or worse.
Think fast or die, traps don't wait and neither do monsters.
The core of every event lies a mystery. A quandary of history, social intrigue and chasing after evidence. Ancient secrets, political dealings, and criminal ones. The world's history is extensive but only a player who wishes to know the lore of the world will discover it.
One of the things I'm proud of in my game are its people. I've been roleplaying for over a decade and believe that every NPC will have more depth than any player will care about. Ingrained into the world and its culture; they have fears, desires and interact with an intelligence befitting of their environment.
Magic comes with a constant emotional and social contract. Only four classes are considered magical. Sorcerer, Druid, Warlock, and Wizard. All other classes use non-magical flavored versions of their spells. Each class uses magic uniquely, yet none of it is as reliable as sword or bow. Magic, no matter it's origin, has a will of its own.
Most cultures believe sorcery, druidry, and wizardry to be witchcraft.
Sorcerers do not have control over their innate power without having control over their own hearts. Druids must build a true relationship with nature and balance. Warlocks are required to debate and negotiate with cruel devils. Wizards are mysterious and grow in power as they follow a path of wonder.
The world has several holidays and I'd love to watch your character celebrate too.
Finally, the game is played with a flowing system of time. Time moves regardless of what your character is or isn't doing. Players who act quickly, describe their actions, act their dialogue and invest their hearts will quickly find themselves escaping the arm of mere RAW rules and mechanics.
I am rewarded by players who will sit after a game and theorize about NPCs, History and Intentions and have plans on how they want to act on the world. Reactive players are alright, but players who develop a judgment and work to act on that judgment are rewarded.
I am also rewarded by characters who act on and with emotionality to NPCs and with each other. My favorite moments are listening to the building moment of character clashes and support when they make discoveries that reveal pieces of themselves and each other.
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(Descriptions of fictional crimes investigated by the story's main Character Max.)
Detective's Fate
It's august of 2008.....
Max is a detective living in Chicago He checks his pistol and puts on his police badge as he walks out his front door.
He has been searching for a serial killer known as the Caller for years and always been one step behind due to the red tape.....
More importantly the chief's lazy attitude towards getting search warrants and actions approved by the courts for raids. Twice Max had good intel on the suspect's locations and photo evidence showing him at the sites.
The department needs more vigilant, caring officers and leaders but no one steps up to do it, instead they just complain about the slow progress and officers. And hinder investigations.
Now Max has decided that it might be time to stop playing by the rules and catch this scumbag.... .... ....
Starting his car Max sets his GPS to the address that "The Caller" was last seen and pulls out of his driveway as the 50 miles of directions pop up.
The killer's nickname being for his signature of calling in as he is committing the crime.
As he drives he remembers his first case, five years ago now..... ..... .....
A woman, Joane Taylor, was found dead in an alleyway after going out for the night. She showed no signs of struggle leading the police to believe she had drank to much and expired from alcohol poisoning.... ...
The death was written off as a "party gone wrong".... That is until several more were found and the coroner decided on a whim to test for other substances.
Once it came out that the deaths were possible murders...
The calls started coming in, almost like the suspect wanted credit before revealing himself....
Then ways of the deaths began changing as the Serial Killer explored his twisted desires searching for his preferred method.
The last case being a young woman found stuffed in a dumpster after the killer apparently got scared off.... Max will never forget it.... .... ....
The GPS finishes and the car beeps its final direction, taking an exit off the highway. Ramps out here are always confusing... Which is funny since he has driven this one for five years now...
The chief says he should sit this one out but he can't... The latest victim 3 months ago.
Marie Spelner, a waitress out on her smoke break talking to her spouse on the phone.
Survived by her husband, no children or living relatives. ....
Max Spelner turns into the driveway of the house he was directed to... Stepping out of the car he walks up and knocks on the door. Looking at the house he knows the family must be doing well if they live here.... Raising his hand to knock again he hears a scream from inside....
A second later the door is answered by a middle aged butler holding a tray with wine glasses on it... "Hello Sir, I'm sorry but this house does not wish to partake in any offers at this time..."
Max calmly says. "I'm not selling anything."
The butler looks confused for a moment before his eyes dart over Max's shoulder seeing his unmarked cruiser and he nods.
Looking past the butler Max sees that a woman is cleaning up after their dog.
"Have you seen this man?" Says Max holds up a picture of the one suspected of being the killer.
The butler gives it a once over before replying. "I'm sorry sir, no I have not." His tone sounds like he is lying... ....
"Are you sure?" The detective asks.
"I would not lie about something like that, sir." He states, his eyes not meeting Max's.
The woman calls from inside "Fletcher, who are you talking too?"
"Some man asking about a killer" he calls back.
"The killer is an inside job!" The woman quickly states.
"What?!" Max says.
"The Killer, it's an inside job." She says again, louder this time. In the same Max also hears a child begin to cry in another room.
"We should start from the beginning, it will be easier to explain trust me." The woman says.
'She seems to know what is going on....
"How do I know your story holds water?" He asks out loud.
"Oh I wouldn't lie. I have been following the case myself and it seems like an inside job to me." She states, somehow sounding hurt.
"Is there anyone else in the house besides you two and the baby?" He asks noticing the baby isn't crying anymore.
"Just Fletcher and I live here, the baby is my cousins but he just stays the night sometimes." She replies.
Max draws his gun and enters the house upon reasonable suspicion of an emergency in progress or suspect on the premisses as the man seems to be deceiving.
While the woman still seems unconcerned that the child is now silent.
He pushes past the butler and rushes towards the area he heard the crying. passes the entryway, the dinning room, and a kitchen before finally finding a child in a playpen.
"There there..." He says in a sing song voice picking up the child. "I'm officer Max, do you know where your mommy is?"
The child just cries louder.
Then he sees the man from the photo walk out of the bathroom, upon seeing him he bolts for the door and Max sets the child down gently then gives chase.
He runs through the house, following the man as he can hear the woman screaming at him to stop but he doesn't."
"Stop or I'll shoot." The man doesn't even break stride.
Instead he runs out of the front door and jumps into his car.
Furious that the man might escape he fires at the car as it drives away.
The back window shatters and he hopes he got his tire, but he doesn't wait to find out as he runs to his car and initiates a pursuit....
He flips on his concealed lights in his cruiser as he reverses down the drive and into the street.
The suspects car is fast but he manages to keep up with it weaving in and out of traffic as people move over for the siren.
As they approach a red light there is heavy traffic in the intersection..... ....
The suspect slams on his brakes and Max's cruiser only just stops short of hitting it. Jumping out the Detective points his firearm at the vehicle running up beside seeing heavily tinted windows.
"Get out of the car and on the ground now!!" He shouts as he moves to the driver's side door.
After seeing no response....
Max throws open the door and the driver is gone with the passenger side open.
He quickly runs to the other side catching the man trying to sneak off tackling him to the ground and then takes his arms putting them behind his back.
Max grabs his radio and calls it in as the man cries.
As he is waiting he hears a noise that sounds like static.....
"Wrong guy moron.. Did you ever stop to think I wanted you close for this one. That I planned everything...Even framing the pothead..... I almost lost interest until you pulled in the driveway... The attic is kinda cramped tho... I think I'll go carve some meat. Maybe graduate to other things to. I'm not sure yet. Lets see if you can catch me before......" A familiar voice says over the radio then cuts off... ...
Max looks at the man on the ground. "Why did you run from me?" He asks.
"Cause I have like 19 grams of marijuana in my pocket." He replies...
"Do you know how stupid that is?! I don't care about that I'm looking for a killer."
Before he can answer Max hears the woman from the house screaming for her life and a child's cries on his radio.
Then from below Max. "He's in the house, he's in the house! My mom and the baby!" The man on the ground says crying.
Max uncuffs him and runs to his car heading back to the house as he lays down rubber on the road... ... ...
As he approaches and pulls into the driveway he notices the front door is open.
"Hold on I'm coming!" Max screams jumping out of his cruiser...
He runs into the house finding the woman's body arriving too late. Moving over to her he checks for a pulse but she is gone, a large gash in her neck.
As he stands up he slips in a fluid but gains his balance and tries not to think about what it is....
He rushes to the room the baby was in finding the play pen empty. He leaves the room searching the rest of the house and still doesn't find the child.
"Where are you!!!" He calls out....
"This is the Callers first kidnapping and the media would eat up the fact I failed to stop the man." He thinks as he blames himself.
Sirens begin to blare in the distance as backup is about to arrive... ... ...
"There's a woman dead and a baby missing! The woman is in the dinning room straight ahead of the front door, Hurry!" He yells into his radio...
Looking over at the mother seeing a piece of paper on the floor.
He walks over to it seeing writing.
"So close... Looks like I'm a kidnapper now.... Good luck finding me.... And... I so enjoyed killing that sweet wife of yours. Might do it that way again. Not to the kid tho....later Max. Ps. This game is so fun.." It says.
"He was here..." Is all he can muster as the team enters.
"He was right in this house and I missed it because her son freaked over weed and ran..." He says as another officer speaks to him gently.
"Don't beat yourself up Detective, it's not your fault. He must have hid before you got her and left after you arrived." The words do little to comfort him "First day back on the job and the killer escaped taking a child..." He says as he walks away.
The chief arrives in his new lexus with a screeching of rubber as he lurches to a halt.
He quickly exits and leaves his door hanging open as he rushes into Max's face....
"I told you to stay away from this case MAX!!!!....(takes a breath)...
"If I catch any flak from my superiors, I won't suspend you.... That'd be to easy. Desk duty and an entry level demotion. The new guy will have a higher rank than you if things go my way.... Now get outta my sight...". "(Sighs)...
"This job is gonna be the death of me..." He says walking away from Max and towards the Coroner's van..... ..... .....
On the way home the detective stops by the store close to his house which is unlike him because he usually follows the same routine.
He nears the front door and he hears a kitchen timer ding loudly from behind him as his car explodes throwing him through the storefront windows as they are blown out..... .....
Alarms around the lot and others nearby create a cacophony of noise. His head pounding as his body aches, Max pushes himself up and collapses as the store manager runs over to him telling him not to move as he dials 911.... .... ....
Waking in the hospital Max recalls the feeling of the Shockwave as he flinches in phantom pain.
"Who woulda thought its like holding a ringing metal bat that hurts your hands but all over and way more intense." He thinks.
He suddenly feels tired and falls asleep.... .... .... ....
The next time he wakes, he sees a breaking news story that Jane Saltani is reporting on....
"Young toddler Accidently Shoots Serial killekidnapper ending his life and Alerting residents in the Area." The news anchor says.
Sighing to himself Max thinks about how crazy that is and laughs.
Tho he really wanted to bring the guy in. He closes his eyes to get some much needed sleep as his door opens.
Max looks up to see a man with a silenced pistol pointed at him.
"Hm. Now they think I'm dead. Funny how they just assume they got the right guy. Just like.... You did Detect... ....." Max hears but then hears no more as his end comes at just over the speed of sound....
The Caller leaves the hair of another intelligent convicted murderer that he obtained in a spot that's believable and quickly leaves.....
He disables the surveillance system and sends a virus out to any device that has received video data from the hospital.
Erasing and corrupting the systems. Leaving a master hackers finger prints on a glass from his home....
"Sorry, no witnesses." He says to the security guard as he fires... ..... ..... .... ....
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2024.05.18 19:45 KravistotheGreat Quest for Fulgrim: the muse, the pimp, and the eldar bitch

Quest for Fulgrim: the muse, the pimp, and the eldar bitch
Far above the bloodied battlefields and worlds where life was so cheap that it has lost its once pure meaning, the Unrepentant Pimpwagon flew between the stars. Inside one of its luxurious rooms, the Muse, lover to the once loyal Primarch Fulgrim herself, tasted a glass of Colchisian wine. As soon as the pink liquid touched their lips, it brough back a wave of memories from simpler times. Happier times. Times when they would drink and eat all sort of extravagant foods with their beloved under the pale moonlight. When both of them would spend hours talking and enjoying the pleasure of each other’s company. When they explored every atom of their bodies through paint, stone, words, and each other. They missed those times. Everything was so very different now.
Lorgar’s planet was now nothing more than rubble, worth as much as any pebble you could find on the side of the road. Few remained of it, like the bottles of its once famous wine. With some quick calculations, Muse estimated that there could only be a few hundred bottles left in the whole galaxy. They’d tasted more refined things before, but today, in a universe wrapped in such chaos, there was nothing else like it. Thanks to the nature of the Warp, time sometimes lost its meaning, but those few drops of wine kept them anchored to the past they cherished, and the present. After all, there were still important matters at hand.
“I mean no disrespect, but I’m surprised you managed to get your hands on one of these bottles”, Muse said, watching the liquid dance inside the glass, “It’s an exceedingly rare find”.
“I like to think of myself as a connoisseur of the finer things in life”, An Inquisitor Named Slickbackus said with a proud smirk, “And the Blessed Emperor helps those with initiative”.
“I believe there’s always time for the pleasures of life, but I’d like to get down to business”, the socialite checked their nails. Their manicure was uneven, a small sign of the turmoil inside.
“Absolutely”, the inquisitor said with a smile that let his golden tooth shine, “We already have a promising lead to follow your bitch’s trace. My people are ironing out the details as we enjoy this lovely soiree”.
The Muse clenched their teeth in the way that only those that frequented the pits of snakes that were the balls and parties of high society could. He remained the perfect image of etiquette, their feelings hidden behind a veil and a sharp comment ready in their tongue. They hated whenever the flamboyant inquisitor said those awful things of their beloved. If he were another person, they would be picking their teeth after a swift kiss from the guard of their sword.
“When will we see the results?”
“In a short while. If not, I’ll make sure their lazy asses get back to work”, An Inquisitor Named Slickbackus played with his cane. To some it would only seem as a garish accessory to flaunt its owners wealth, but the socialite’s eyes noticed its heavy top and the dents around the jewels that adorned it. “And in this short while, I’ve got to ask you a very important question. How much do you know about this open secret of ours, the Warp?”.
“There’s some stuff I know, some I don’t, and some I know I’m better off not understanding”.
“That means you’re smart”, a female voice said from behind the Muse, “For a mon’keigh”.
An Inquisitor Named Slickbackus pointed his hand to an eldar woman, who helped him rise from his seat, “This is my bitch Sweet Temptation. Now, a bitch is easy to understand when you know how, but unlike a bitch the Warp’s got layers that twist and knot with each other. It’s like a messed-up pretzel, and it wants yo’ ass.
“Do you call every woman a bitch?”, the socialite interrupted with calculated impoliteness.
“Matter of fact, I do. But Tempation is an actual ho”.
Muse took the very bad decision to sip their wine again. They immediately regretted it as they began to loudly choke thanks to the surprise. He’d never been fond of such a line of work, but the heretical combination of finding one that was part of the eldar race and that the inquisitor that was lending his aid was also a pimp with xeno prostitutes was too much to handle in such short notice.
“You’re a pimp?!”, Muse forgot about anything regarding etiquette.
“Why, of course, thank you for noticing. How do you think I pay for all this kark? Being an inquisitor is a good enterprise, but a man’s got his expenses too”, the pimp-inquisitor poured himself another glass of wine, “Temptation, put the git up to speed”.
“Yes Daddy”, the eldar said without hesitation, “Fulgrim has pledged herself to She Who Thirst and been turned into a powerful creature of Chaos. She must have been rewarded with her own world to lord at her heart’s desire deep inside the Warp, surrounded by her soldiers and monsters. But She Who Thirst has one weakness that few know about”.
“The strong right hand of a pimp”, An Inquisitor Named Slickbackus said, “Slaanesh is the biggest bitch that has ever been or will be. There’s power in that massive bitchery, but a bitch is a bitch. It doesn’t matter if they’re a xenos, human, or something that Chaos karked up, all bitches fear the hand of a pimp. And that brings us to the matter at hand. If you want to get your bitch back to the Emperor’s side, you must harness the pimp-ness”.
“You’ve got to be joking”, the socialite said, completely dumbfounded, “If that’s how it’s going to be just tell me where to go and I’ll do it myself”.
Both the inquisitor and the eldar looked at them, right before they started laughing. The laugh echoed throughout the whole of the Unrepentant Pimpwagon, so loud that even the lowly serfs of the lower decks could hear them.
“Git, you ain’t surviving a second on Slaanesh’s turf on your own”, An Inquisitor Named Slickbackus claimed between fits of laughter, “If you were with Fulgrim, I can’t believe she wasn’t your sugar mommy”.
Despite their best efforts, Muse face was starting to glow in a light shade of red. The inquisitor wasn’t wrong, and the socialite was feeling a unique mix of embarrassment and anger.
“Enough of this, I didn’t come here to get mocked”.
“I apologize if I was rude, I mean no disrespect to my most esteemed guest”, the pimp that was also an inquisitor said with a playful smile, “But I must urge you to listen.
Despite their limited knowledge, the Muse knew that the Warp didn’t follow the rules of logic. Feelings and wayward thoughts were said to be more tangible than any theory about the realm. Even with the strangeness of his character, Slickbackus was, after all, an inquisitor, and the one thing they all were good at was knowing secrets.
“Very well”.
“Fantastic. Now, if you could just approach Temptation and grab her by the arm”.
The Muse did as instructed, even if they were appalled by such brutish behaviour.
“Now, act like she’s Fulgrim and command her to get back into the ship”.
“Fulgrim, get in…”
“My friend, you have to call her a bitch”, the inquisitor interrupted.
“Do I have to? It’s so undignified”.
“Yes, I’ve done the research, and even passed it down to Magos Freudicus of the Adeptus Mechanicus for review. He’s quite the expert in bitch behaviour and bitch dependency cases.
“Bitch, get in the ship”
“One more time”, An Inquisitor Named Slickbackus interrupted once more, “Tell her to get her ass in the ship”.
“Bitch, get you ass in the ship or may the Emperor help me!”, Muse felt a surge of vigour inside of them. Their voice became deeper and louder. Their heart was pumping.
“Xeno please, if you had some stones I wouldn’t be worshipping a Chaos God In the first place!”, the eldar retorted back with the fury that only a scorned woman could muster. The socialite wasn’t expecting that.
“The bitch has proven to be unreasonable, so there is only one thing you can do now”, An Inquisitor Named Slickbackus said in the same cadence a scholar would lecture their students, “You slap the bitch”.
“I don’t want to slap Fulgrim!”, the Primarch’s lover exploded. They didn’t want to even think about blemishing the very face that no work of art could ever hope to imitate, “I just can’t”.
“That’s ok, some gits can’t look at a servitor, you can’t slap a bitch. We can work on this. Come on, go slap Temptation”.
“Yeah mon’keigh, it’s all right”, the eldar replied.
“See monkey? She said you can slap her. Now put your wrist into it”.
Muse raised their hand, but they just didn’t have it in them. Yes, they could cut someone with a sword with ease, be it man or woman. But the thought of slapping Fulgrim took every drop of strength out of them. The inquisitor noticed this, and whistled to the eldar. Without a moment of doubt, she threw a punch to the side of the socialite’s face and began to wail down on them.
“You’ve got the right to defend yourself!”, An Inquisitor Named Slickbackus shouted in an attempt to shake the socialite of their stupor, “Temptation, you are in an impressive form”.
In a moment’s notice, the Muse pushed her away and took out their trusty coat with a shake of their body. Before it fell to the ground, they’d already drawn their sword and jumped at the eldar. They’d slash at her, but she got out of the way, losing a few strands of hair to the blade, which was quickly coming back for her blood. In a flash, she took out a blade of her own and parried it, starting a deadly dance of sharp metal between the two. Every strike found its match against its opponent’s steel, creating a song of clashing steel. Temptation kicked the socialite in the stomach as soon as she found a window and pushed them away. Problem was that the Muse was much quicker than she expected and was pointing their gun at her. They were at a standstill, and the next move would decide it all.
“Your form is sloppy”, the eldar mocked them, her eyes piercing them like daggers.
“I’m sure you hear that a lot too”, the human retorted as they recovered their posture.
“Enough!”, An Inquisitor Named Slickbackus stroke at the ground with the tip of his cane, bringing the fight to the end, “I believe I’ve seen all that I needed”, he moved the cane to Sweet Temptation with a stern look, “You. I don’t need you hurting my guests”, he then pointed the cane to the socialite, but the look only lingered for a second, “And you. I’d be thankful if you don’t damage my merchandise”.
A beeping sound suddenly came from the ship’s vox systems, and the inquisitor smiled with glee, “Well, well, looks like the wait is finally over”.
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2024.05.18 19:34 jbhughes54enwiler Wings of Fire Fanfic: Heart of Jade Mountain- Book Two: The Academy (Part 8)

Book Two: The Academy- Part 8
Getting to their next class was much less chaotic and dangerous, as this time Buck and company made sure to take the human tunnels. Halfway there, he heard Butterfly begin to pipe up excitedly. “Next class we get to learn how to speak Dragon!”
Buck remembered that was the next class on the schedule. He also remembered very well who was going to be teaching it.
“Isn’t Wren from your hometown?” Sala asked Butterfly.
Butterfly apparently did not remember, but soared when he was reminded. “Yeah! Wren is from Talisman like me! She got banished by the Dragonmancers but she came back and kicked them all out!”
“The so-called legend goes…” Holly commented, “That the Dragonmancers were trying to get rid of Wren by feeding her to a dragon. Instead, she found a baby dragon and raised him. That dragon is Sky, our other teacher in this class.”
“So we’re really being taught by the Savior of Humanity?” Badger breathed, “There’s so many things I want to ask her! Like how she raised Sky, and what Pantala was like, and what the dragons’ faces looked like when she talked to them, and—”
“Didn’t Sunny say that Wren doesn’t like talking about saving humanity?” Patience said.
“She said Wren doesn’t like being treated like a savior,” Holly corrected, “And I don’t blame her. All she did was open her mouth to a dragon, the dragons did the rest really. Now we all think she’s some kind of goddess.”
The class was silent afterwards. The classroom Wren and Sky taught in was apparently on the other side of the school from the classroom they came from. It took some time, but eventually they reached the room. To Buck’s surprise, this classroom appeared to be just for humans. While it was big enough that a dragon could fit in it, there were no seats for them.
But that was not what the other students noticed. What, or whom they saw was at the front of the room. A young woman or teenage girl, standing at the feet of a decidedly small-ish dragon with a scale color Buck had never seen before, more like a salmon or a pale shade of orange. Before he could think about the dragon any further, he spoke.
“Hello, humans! Please be seated. This is going to be such a fun class!”
Buck did a double-take towards the dragon. He spoke in Human almost as if he were human himself. All the other dragons were unwieldy speaking in his language, constantly trying to avoid slipping over their tongues. Sky was such a natural that Buck had to make sure it somehow was not Wren’s mouth that was moving.
Buck seated himself, again next to Bailey. He watched Wren’s eyes, and saw a sort of confidence that came from having done this before. Well, she probably did already teach most of the dragons here how to speak Human.
Wren began to speak to Sky, alternating seamlessly between Human and Dragon, meaning Buck could only catch snippets of their conversation. “Humans… these kids… it’ll be easy… what about it?”
Finally, Wren addressed the class for the first time, giving a loud roar that shocked Buck again. How could a human throat make such a loud noise as that!?
“That, in Dragon, was a formal greeting,” Wren clarified to the class. “Welcome to your first day learning to speak Dragon. As you probably already know, I’m Wren, and this big guy here is Sky. We go back a long way, and you may have heard about me and him from the countless stories that have been made up about us. Allow me to hit you with the truth. Me and Sky have not, to date, beat up any dragons who were assaulting human villages, we have not personally defeated the Othermind, and we have not rescued screaming babies out of the mouths of SkyWings or SandWings.” The class started with horror upon hearing the last part of the speech.
Uhh, Buck thought, Did dragons really ever eat human infants? That’d be low, even for them.
“That last one I made up to show just how ridiculous the whole thing is. Dragons have not and never will be eating babies.” The class sighed with relief. “Going on, I have, however, killed a dragon that was going to assault the Indestructible City, but only because he had kidnapped Sky. This is all I will say about my past in this class. Understood?”
The students nodded. “Now then, I would like you to repeat after me.” She went back to speaking Dragon. “Roar growl human roar snarl snarl.”
Buck repeated her to the best of his ability, but it was like trying to fit a boulder through his throat, he had never tried to get his voice to make such low noises.
When the class managed somehow to repeat her sentence to a satisfactory degree, she translated. “That sentence means ‘I am a human, I am not food.’ While a dragon who still thinks humans are worth eating would likely not listen to a human asserting their rights, it is still an important sentence to know.”
Wren walked to the blackboard behind her and began writing down a bunch of the symbols in Dragon writing. “This is that same sentence, written out. When I’m done teaching you, you will be able to talk and interact with dragons, objectively the best thing ever. While many dragons are learning to speak Human, this will allow you to talk with not just some dragons, but all dragons.”
Sky then spoke. “This may be hard for a lot of you at first. Making dragon sounds with your little human voices can be really painful when you’re not used to it. That’s why we have a large bowl of water off to the right of the desks. If your throat begins to feel sore, drink some water.”
Buck appreciated knowing they cared about their voices, especially since his throat was beginning to become irritated just from saying one sentence in Dragon. Wren began to teach the humans various words in Dragon. As Buck repeated the words, his throat did indeed begin to burn, but the water the classroom supplied was cool and fresh and helped greatly with soothing his voice. Finally, after what felt like many hours of speaking various phrases in Dragon like “The moons shine brightly tonight” and “Have you seen my friends?” the gong rang.
“Good work, class!” Sky said encouragingly, “We’ll pick up where we left off tomorrow!”
Buck heard Sala yell “Bye, Sky!” in Dragon as he stood, and he saw Sky’s face light up hearing that. Buck turned and left the room, going back into the tunnel.
“That was a fun class,” Patience said as he caught up with Buck and Bailey.
“Ugh, no.” Holly interjected, “My throat really hurts from all the roaring.”
“Didn’t the water help?” Bailey asked her.
“No. It was like water rushing over molten rock, I think I need to see the nurse.”
“Go do that if you need to.”
“No I don’t think I will.”
Bailey shrugged. “Suit yourself.”
Buck pulled his class schedule out of his pocket and looked at it.
12 Noon: Lunch (Dining Hall)
Buck’s stomach grumbled just then, and he realized how long it had been since he had last eaten. He grasped his upper abdomen and looked over to Bailey. “Hey, lunch is next.”
Bailey turned to look at her brother. “Yep! Wonder what they’ll have for us.”
When they reached the dining hall, the dragons had already been seated. He saw Ahi down below perk up as Buck and the others entered. Buck decided to take a better look at the rest of the dining hall, approaching the railing. Just as he predicted, Ahi jumped to her feet and rushed up to the human platform. She gave an excited whine but then, to Buck’s astonishment, spoke in heavily broken, accented Human.
“Hi! Buck! Very good day today!”
“Oh, uh, hi Ahi!” Buck wondered how she suddenly gained the ability to speak his language, but the dragonet was beside herself with glee, apparently knowing she could talk directly to humans was the highlight of her day, enough that she was completely ignoring the platter of fish arriving at her table.
“Daffodil giving me special lessons! I speak like you now!”
Her every word was shouted, which was a bit much for Buck. Nevertheless, he responded: “That’s good, Ahi.” Out of the corner of his hearing Buck could hear a muted scoff come from another one of the dragon tables. He looked over and saw the MudWing from earlier, glaring in Buck and Ahi’s direction. He deliberately ignored him and looked back at Ahi, who was staring at him with sparkling eyes.
“How your shoulder? When you take off that…” She clearly could not find her next word.
“Sling?” Buck finished for her.
“Sling!” She shouted back.
“I don’t know. I think it’s healing pretty well though.”
“That’s great!” Ahi seemed to finally notice her food waiting for her. “I go eat now!”
“Bye, Ahi!” Buck waved at her before turning and finding that his own food was waiting. It seemed to be a huge feast of smoked fish fillets and a salad made up of lettuce, carrots, and tomatoes. Buck sat between Patience and Bailey, who seemed to have left a seat open for him, and began to pile fish and salad onto a waiting plate in front of him.
“Buck,” Bailey told him between mouthfuls, “You and Ahi look like you’re getting along really well.”
Buck paled, then blushed when he realized what she meant. “Uh, it’s not like I haven’t gotten over what happened years ago… or anything. I just know she’s not going to eat me! She’s way too small to even try!”
“That’s a start,” Patience added. “The Buck I met back at the Lodge, he would have not even bothered to go talk to her.”
“I just, can’t get it out of my head, that we might be in danger. It’s like what we heard on the way to Winter’s class, the Scourge is still around here. What if she gets into the school?”
Patience paled. “Hold on, the Scourge is still near the school?”
Just then, a wave of heat suddenly washed over the students, and Buck pivoted his head over into the dragon section to see something that made his heart jump down into his stomach. It was a SkyWing, but in a deep, terrifying red, and her whole body was shimmering with heat. “What is that?” Buck whispered fearfully to Patience.
The dragon seemed to be aware of its heat, and was sliding between tables, its wings tightly folded to its body. Even the dragons seemed to be wary of it, shifting in their seats as the superheated dragon passed by.
“Oh, that’s Peril,” Holly finally explained, leaning over towards Buck, “She’s the security here at JMA.”
Buck swallowed. “Why do I feel like I’m imperiled just by her being here? Is a dragon who could burn me to ash just by being near me somehow supposed to make me feel safe?”
“The point is,” Badger explained, “If any dragon tries to hurt a human here, they’re going to deal with her, and her entire squad of guards. She’s been constantly patrolling the school and the skies around it to look for signs of the Scourge. So yeah, you should feel safe around her.”
Buck shook his head. “As long as I keep my distance anyway.”
Buck decided to ignore Peril and continue eating. He soon had his fill, and he looked back to see Peril in the far corner of the dining hall, eating all alone. The other dragons seem to be scared of her too… I admit, that’s gotta suck, being that lonely.
Though that thought was banished when he saw Clay approach her, and somehow, wrapped a wing supportively around her body before sitting down and eating with her. Somehow he’s not affected by that much heat.
Buck noticed that Bailey and Patience had finished eating, so the three of them stood. “What’s next?” Patience asked.
Buck took out his class schedule and looked it over. “Looks like we have free time for the next hour or so.”
“Let’s go to the library!” Bailey said, “I want to read some more scrolls about the Scorching if they have them.”
“Can I come with you?” Badger asked, approaching them. “I want to read some of those scrolls too.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Patience concluded, “Let’s head over there!”
The library was well lit with sunlight from outside at this time of day, though Buck realized he had not seen the sun ever since he had entered the Academy. He felt cold all of a sudden, realizing he was stuck indoors, possibly for the rest of the school year. Couldn’t they have built, like, a big porch for us to get some outdoors time?
Bailey, Badger and Patience meanwhile were talking with Starflight. “I’m afraid,” the NightWing said, “We don’t have any more scrolls on the Scorching that are up to date with current knowledge. The ones we have… would be highly antagonistic of humankind, probably very offensive to you.”
“Can we read one anyway?” Badger asked him, “History is important to read about regardless of whether it’s offensive.”
“Well, I suppose. Let me go get the one I used to study.” Starflight walked over to the wall of scrolls and pulled one off, then sat on a large cushion, beckoning the children to join him. Buck went over to join him.
“This is the Legend of the Scorching. I contributed my studies of it to the guidebook we wrote after we started Jade Mountain Academy. After finding out who humanity really is… reading it again made me feel a little sick. If at any point you want me to stop, just tell me.”
The kids nodded, and Starflight began to read.
Dragons of the day and age were solitary creatures.
“So you guys didn’t always have a civilization?” Patience asked Starflight, who shook his head.
“It’s how humans managed to survive until the Scorching. I believe you humans call it ‘safety in numbers.’ Forming into communities provides an incredible amount of protection.”
“Probably also the reason why whatever civilization humans could scrounge back from the dead never got any bigger than it is now,” Buck commented solemnly, “Since dragon civilization was now in the way.”
Starflight continued. The scavengers, however, were not content… They killed the dragons’ prey and choked the skies with smoke.
“Smoke?” Bailey said, “What use would we have for that much smoke?”
Badger tilted his head, wondering. “Maybe humans had really big fireplaces back then?”
“We may never know why humans had such an obsession with clogging the air with smog,” Starflight said, “Anyway, let me continue.”
No one knows why a scavenger would steal a dragon egg…
“Well we do know now,” Buck sighed, “But it wasn’t exactly a good reason.”
But we know he stole it from the wrong dragon… And so she found the other dragons… They became their talons and her claws and her ferocious teeth.
“The humans, most of them, probably weren’t aware of Cottonmouth’s scheme,” Patience said, “To them, the dragons would have washed over them unprovoked.”
“And the dragons of the Scorching were also unaware of that,” Starflight continued glumly, “They lumped all of humankind together in their anger.”
When the Scorching was complete, the scavengers who survived scattered into hidey-holes across the world. Powerless, insignificant, no more than prey, as they should have been all along.
“There’s the part that made me sick,” Starflight sighed, “They really didn’t know back then, and even if they did, they probably wouldn’t have cared.”
“But you do now,” Badger said, placing a soft hand against Starflight’s talon, “And that counts for something!”
“It’s just… Knowing what we do now about humans is a heavy burden for many dragons. When humans call us ‘man-eaters’ or ‘monsters,’ it cuts deep, because so many of us felt so stupid to not see what we were doing. And the fact that some humans do forgive us, I think that proves to me, that humans are much stronger than dragons. To be able to spend over five-thousand years hiding from our claws and teeth, to have lost everything to us, and still being able to come to us and understand us. I can’t imagine being that strong.”
Buck felt this statement deep within him, and he felt he had to say something in response. “When I knew… knew that my parents were gone, I felt like I lost my whole world. I was a lot younger back then. My parents were everything to me.” a tear formed on Buck’s eyelids. “And yeah, I hated dragons because of it. I wanted to kill them all, or at least any of the dragons who came too close to Vale. And when Winter came to Vale, I thought it was going to happen all over again. That I was about to lose Bailey, and my new father. But then, Winter spoke. And my whole world was shattered again. Because now I couldn’t really call them monsters. It took me a while to get used to that.”
Bailey wrapped an arm around Buck’s shoulder, prompting a light sob from the boy. “Buck, it’s like Starflight said. You showed so much strength in coming out here and listening to what the dragons had to say. Dad knew, of course, that coming here would help you. He’s a really smart man. So I hope you’ve learned from this. The dragons are here to help now. You just have to let them into your heart.”
Buck wiped a tear falling from his eye. “Thanks, guys.”
“Hey, how’s about we head back to our dorm and relax,” Patience let out a big stretch, “We’ve had a pretty long day so far.”
Buck chuckled. “I haven’t even picked a bed yet, since I spent last night in the infirmary. Yeah, let’s head over there.”
“It was a pleasure speaking with you kids,” Starflight said, “Hearing your opinions on everything has lifted a heavy weight off my shoulders.”
“No problem, Starflight,” Bailey complimented, “Now, let’s head back upstairs!”
The humans scurried out of the library to head back to their dorm, and Starflight rested his head on the open scroll, letting out a big, deep sigh. “If only they knew back then… How wonderful they are.”
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