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Console	Name	Condition
Switch	Astral Chain	CIB
Switch	Catan	New
Switch	Clannad Collectors Edition LRG	CIB
Switch	Dead Cells: Castlevania Ed.	CIB
Switch	Digimon Survive	CIB
Switch	Double Dragon & Kunio-kun: Retro Brawler Bundle	New
Switch	Dragon Quest XI	CIB
Switch	Metroid Dread	New
Switch	Monster Hunter: Rise	CIB
Switch	Nintendo Switch case, grey	Used
Switch	NBA 2k19	CIB
Switch	Nier Automata	New
Switch	Persona 4 Golden LRG	New
Switch	Persona 5 Royal Steel Box Ed.	CIB
Switch	Pokemon Violet + DLC (one cart)	CIB
Switch	Pokemon Brilliant Diamond	CIB
Switch	Pokemon: Legends Arceus	CIB
Switch	Pokemon Sword	CIB
Switch	Record of Agarest War	CIB
Switch	Shining Resonance Refrain Launch Edition	CIB
Switch	Steins;Gate: Elite	CIB
Switch	The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim	CIB
Switch	The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom	CIB
Switch	Unicorn Overlord	New
3DS	Fire Emblem: Warriors	New
3DS	Luigi's Mansion: Dark Moon	CIB
3DS	Metroid: Samus Returns	CIB
3DS	Monster Hunter: 4 Ultimate	CIB - damaged case
3DS	Monster Hunter: Generations	Loose
3DS	Pokemon Moon	Loose
3DS	Super Smash Bros. 3DS	CIB
3DS	The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time 3D	CIB/damaged case
DS	Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney	CIB
DS	Phoenix Wright: Justice For All	CIB
DS	Phoenix Wright: Trials and Tribulation	CIB
DS	Apollo Justice: Ace Attorney	CIB
DS	Apollo Justice: Ace Attorney Special edition (Japanese)	CIB, but has wear and tear
GameCube	Indigo GameCube console + controller	CIB, damaged box but has manuals and such.
GameCube	Sonic Mega Collection	No manuals, but has a case (players choice)
MISC.	HG Tallgeese III	Unused
MISC.	HG RX-78-2 Gundam	New
MISC.	HG MS-06S Zaku II (Red Comet Ver.)	New
MISC.	Digimon Tamagotchi	New

Wants:
New Nintendo 3DS/XL/2DSXLFire Emblem Fates Special Edition (3DS)
Pokemon Leaf Green CIB (non-player choice) (GBA)
GameBoy Advance SP (any color, but pearl blue preferred)
Fire Emblem: The Blazing Blade (GBA)
Fire Emblem: The Sacred Stones (GBA)
GameBoy Player + disc (GC)
Fire Emblem: Path of Radiance (GC)
Fire Emblem: Radiant Dawn (Wii)
Fire Emblem: Shadow Dragon (DS)
Tokyo Mirage Sessions #FE Encore (Switch)
Persona 3 Portable (Switch)
Super Robot Wars X (Switch)
Castlevania Anniversary Collection (Switch)
Wii U Gamepad dock
OEM Wii U gamepad charger
HDD + split cable (y cable) for Wii U
Open to offers

Years ago my cousin gave me a bunch of his old toys and one of them was a transformers Optimus prime. It look WAY different than an Optimus.i could be wrong but i had a feeling its early 2000s Color scheme was dark red, dark blue and grey. There was a red laser light on the chest. And in vehicle mode you would cover the head with this helmet thing with “lights” on it. Like a miners helmet.

I’m a bit confused. Was this a paranormal horror show? When I started watching the first few episodes it seemed on the more realistic side. But then towards the latter half it became paranormal. Like everyone in the family became schizo and started seeing red haired freak clown 🤡 show.
I’m gonna be honest, I wish it had stuck to realism and not paranormal, because I would have stopped watching it earlier then. It kind of made it worse for me. Because now there’s no real plot. It’s just a clown show completely open to interpretation. There’s no real plot.
It threw the real plot that was building up in the trash. I have no clue if Edmund is alive or dead. If they are all schizophrenic, on drugs or drugged. And the racist cop McKinney and the whole incident with the KKKops (1 who was also on the IA commission). So who was committing the murders if Edmund was dead? Dawn, Dawns unknown third sibling, black face 😂😂😂 or was the whole thing just them hallucinating?
Also when someone’s family member gets their head decapitated, there’s usually a lot more mourning and fear going on then what we saw. There’s also police protection, especially for cops regardless of IA investigations of you want to use that as an excuse. If not, then the cops are fucking useless.
And how were these ppl dying with their bones cracked in a gazillion places if there was no killer? Who killed them? Who killed the boy in the back of Dawns car? Or is it just all paranormal and I’m thinking too deep where this is just meant to be a brain dead show?
Were most of Edmund’s murders that were shown actually murders from two years ago then before he committed suicide? Who killed Dawns mom then and chopped her head off? Who kidnapped the son? Dawn was shown talking to no one. They all were. So it’s all really confusing.
What the fuck did I just watch? 🤣
Everyone is ranting and raving positively about S2, but does anyone else feel disappointed or confused?
I thought this was going to be a dark (horror) thriller, not a paranormal horror.
I’m not gonna lie tho it’s 3:20am, I’m a grown ass man, and I feel scared of the dark for the first time in nearly two decades. I can’t get the image of the freakshow out of my head.

I Accepted a Job to Film on the Dark Web
Man, I am pumped to tell you chronically online content addicts my story. Wait is that too mean of an intro? Will this get taken down for harassment since I painted too accurate a picture of the people on this site? Sorry, everyone, I’m sure you all smell like an expensive bakery and have touched grass this morning. Anyway, I promise I have something interesting. It even involves the dark web you uncreative writers cream yourselves over! I mean, totally real people speaking about their strangely similar experiences. Okay, fine I’ll stop bullying you through the screen before you click off.
This all started when I was seven years old and my parents were killed in front of me in an anti-indigenous hate crime, but let's be real you don’t care. I’m just some annoying Cherokee kid with dead parents so I’ll skip to the good parts. I spent years in an orphanage, gradually becoming more interested in death and violence. As bad as it is, I went out of my way to expose myself to that content in the hopes of desensitizing myself. Which ended up working too well, since now I’m obsessed with causing and viewing pain, though I don’t find any joy in hurting myself.
I got adopted at twelve and after a few months of staying at my new family’s home on the reservation, I went with them to a state sweatier than the average Reddit user, California. Long story short, both of my caretakers, whom I referred to as Uncle and Auntie because they could never be my parents, died. Leaving me in the care of their older son, who I call cousin. I’m not stupid enough to give up any real names, so I’ll call him Brick, cause he’s as dumb as one. He was in his early 20s when he was tasked with taking care of me and is the world’s worst excuse for a babysitter.
I’m almost always alone at the apartment, with him only coming by to drop off supplies and stay for a few hours so the neighbors don’t get too worried. Unless I get in trouble at school, then he’d suddenly give a shit. It's useful because he doesn't about the gory stuff I look at, but some display of interest would be nice. Oh well, ninety percent of the population sucks so he’s just part of the majority. Now, with that said, you’ll be able to understand the perfect storm that led me here. During my time on the deep web, I found a particular website that caught my eye. They had new footage relatively consistently and they were the easiest for me to access since I didn't go too far into the dark web, especially with all the honey pots lying around.
I even bought a couple of files for myself to study and admire. One thing irritated me though, the cameraman. He was always sobbing, breathing, shaking, or some combination of those. It seriously killed the vibe of the killings. Something I commented on under many videos, often saying I would do a better job filming. A choice that in hindsight was me asking to end up in one of those recordings. I didn't think anything of it at the time. I was mostly the only one who commented but I was sure they wouldn't care. I was embarrassingly wrong.
I was staying up like usual, but it was past one AM on a school night, and back then that was a lot so I tried to sleep. Closing my eyes, tossing and turning, the works. I had just started drifting off when I heard the front door open. I remained calm but immediately found it weird since Brick never showed up this late. The thuds of the individual's feet grew louder as they got closer to my bedroom. I tried to convince myself it wasn't a stranger, especially since they got in with ease, but I knew that was wishful thinking.
They hummed as they opened my door. My dumbass had left it unlocked. I remained on my side, trying to look like I was asleep. They turned on the flashlight of their phone, shining it in my face. It was hard but I stayed still while they traced it over my features. I could tell they were smiling as they clicked their tongue.
“Heh, I knew it was a brat,” they whispered to themselves, pulling tangles out of my hair. Something I struggled not to groan from. They pulled up the hair over my ear and got so close spit got on my ear lobe.
“I know you’re awake kid,” they murmured, putting a blade to my neck. I let them grab my shoulder and move me onto my back, I knew how to fight but I wasn't about to take that big a risk with the position they had me in.
“You think you’re so cool saying you can do better than our guy.” they snickered, kneeling, their flashlight still shining in my face.
“Do you seriously believe that?” they questioned, moving the light away.
“Yeah, I do.” I stood my ground, they might have been intimidating but I wasn't gonna let that stop me from being honest.
“I wouldn't sound like I’m gonna piss myself every time it gets gory. I’m confident I could get better footage too, getting up close is something I’ve fantasized about.”
They clicked their tongue again and ran their finger over the bridge of my nose.
”Well, I know you’re a big fan of what we do, and you’re confidence makes me think you got something to back those claims up, so how’d you like a deal?”
I was surprised by how civil they were being aside from the touching and weapon against my throat.
“What kind of deal?” I asked, for all I knew this guy wanted me to lick their feet or some weird shit like that. They placed a finger underneath my eye, tracing a half moon with their nail.
“You have till this Friday to film a video of you killing an animal and put it on a flash drive that I’ll pick up here. If it impresses me and the crew we’ll hire ya with a handsome salary.” They began, moving their hand down to my cheek.
“But if you don't show, or it doesn't meet our standards, then I’m fucking up one of the parts of your face.” They warned, pinching my skin harshly.
“And if I say no to this deal?”
They put their hand over my mouth, scratching my lips.
“That’s cute, if you say no I’ll just slit your throat.” they grinned.
“Or rip it open with my teeth if you got a preference,” they smirked, before running their tongue across their sharp teeth.
“Okay, since I have no choice I’ll go with it, but I’m telling you now I can give you something way better than what you likely expect of me.” I prefaced, looking into their sunken eyes. They scratched my scalp, including the side of my head that was shaved.
“Good choice, I’ll be back to pick it up and if you're not here I’ll assume you don’t have the video. I genuinely wish you luck, because you’ll need it.” they removed the blade from my neck and walked away. I sat still for a few minutes in the dark, processing what had happened and wondering how they got into my apartment with such ease. I was confident I could blow their sniveling excuse of a cameraman out of the water, but I was worried about the people I was getting caught up with.
Sure, I had been on a lot of gore sites over the years but I was always just watching and occasionally commenting. Compared to most in the scene I wasn't much of a threat. I could defend myself and have contemplated killing for years but I hadn't murdered anyone or worse. Plus, I am part of way too many targeted groups to not be constantly at risk. Teenage, fem-leaning, two-spirit, indigenous kid with trauma? Yeah, I might as well be walking sign screaming “Hate crime me”.
So yeah, there was a lot to worry about. Regardless, I couldn't let that fear hold me back. I had a job to do and a group of sickos to appease. The next morning was rough, I got no sleep cause I’d spent all night brainstorming. I barely mustered the energy to change and drank straight mouthwash instead of brushing my teeth. Slogging onto the bus with drool on my cheek, I went to the back like usual. No one sat there cause, the seats were extra worn down, and I scared off anyone who attempted to with my active, rabies-infected bitch face. That day was different though.
I blanked on his name and where I knew him from, but I recognized his wavy hair and prominent curved nose. He glanced at each seat on the bus, before somehow settling on my area. He tried to give me space but ultimately seated himself beside me after realizing it was the only spot that didn't look like it would give him cancer. I glared at him as I did with everyone, but it didn't phase him.
“You know you could pick anywhere else right?” I murmured. He stared at the floor, then at me.
“I’m aware, but a few months ago I started a mission to sit on every part of this bus, and this is the last place.” he smiled, his lips softly curving at the sides.
“What’s the point of that?”
His mouth moved into a more neutral position, but his eyes kept smiling.
“I just thought it would be neat to see the same place from a bunch of different perspectives.” he took out his phone and snapped a photo from the point of view where he was sitting. Maybe my sleepiness made my bitch face less effective, cause he hadn't shown a hint of fear, which kind of annoyed me.
“That’s cool I guess, but I wouldn't do that if I were you. I’ve done some back here alone that would make your skin crawl.” in hindsight my attempt at unnerving him just made me sound like a pervert, which is probably why he held back laughter. Trying to hide a chuckle by clearing his throat.
“Hey, it's not my business what you do, no matter how Haram it is. It’s your life so that’s between you and whatever you believe in. Just don’t shake hands with me.” he joked, playfully putting his hands up. Strangely, I remembered his name at that moment.
“Oh shit, you’re Abdul! We have art together.” I sat up, haphazardly slamming my hand down on my leg.
“Uh yeah, I’ve seen some of your paintings, they’re pretty cool. I like the way you texture them, I’m trying to work on that.” he complimented, seeming more weirded out by my sudden energy than my accidental insinuation. I felt a little stupid for yelling his name but decided not to dwell on it.
“Thanks, you’re stuff is nice, and you’re good at shading.”
He stretched his arms while thanking me. We talked for a few more minutes, taking jabs at each other throughout. Turns out he was better at being an asshole than his artsy charismatic appearance made me think. The thing setting our insults apart being that you could tell he was a loving person underneath. It was the nicest conversation I had with anyone in a while. Though he could tell I was tired so he quieted down, letting me sleep, waking me when we got to school. We went our separate ways until the last two periods we shared. All that time, I spent my remaining energy plotting how I was going to handle the video. What I’d kill, record with, and how to dispose of the evidence. It was a lot to consider, but through three classes I devised a plan.
I’d find a stray around my apartment complex and take it out in my room. Record it on a portable camera since I broke the ones on my phone, no, I will not be answering how that happened. Then once I had my footage I’d put the body in a trash bag, throw it in the complex’s garbage, and clean the blood off my floor. It didn't seem like Brick would come by so he wasn't a factor I thought I’d have to consider. The plan was almost too easy, but I decided to believe in Occam’s razor. I got so lost in thought that by the time I reached Art, which was my second-to-last period, I didn't process that we were moving seats.
“She called your name,” Abdul reminded me. Our teacher placed us next to each other at our four-person table. The two girls sitting with us were already friends, so I didn't bother to say anything, but I was interested in talking to him more.
“So, what do you think of this assignment?” He shrugged, taking out his sketchbook.
“I’m not that good at drawing people, but the idea of combining two people’s faces into a portrait seems interesting. Any ideas on who you’ll pick?”
“Probably the members of the music duo Brain Tumor, they’re my favorite artists and they both look weird as hell.”
“Wow way to talk about your favorites, if that’s what you say about them I can‘t imagine what you have to say about me.” he joked, pulling up reference pictures.
“First, it’s not an insult, second I don’t have anything to say about you. Brain and Tumor have features and styles that make them stand out. Sure they’re ugly, but it just adds to their visual charm. Hot people are boring, there’s nothing to pick at.” I explained, unzipping my bag.
“Oh, so you’re saying you think I’m hot.”
His comment wasn’t serious but it kind of got to me.
“Shit, that’s not what I meant, I was trying to say you’re boring. All hot people are boring, but not all boring people are hot, okay?” I explained, flipping to a clean page.
“Alright, but if I’m so bland then why talk to me?”
I hesitated, contemplating how much of a dick I was gonna be.
“Because it means you probably need some spice in your life, which I can provide.”
He began sketching a head on his paper.
“I like spices, but I feel like you’re the kind of person to dump a cabinet’s worth onto me.”
I flicked my pencil over to his side of the desk, putting on a mocking grin.
“Aww, you scared I’m gonna get you into trouble?”
He picked up the pencil and started using it, putting his on my side.
“No, ‘cause I’m good at setting boundaries. I’m more concerned that you’ll get annoyed with how unafraid of you I am.”
I stared at him for a moment, I hadn't expected to hear that.
“Jeez, man you didn't have to read me like that.”
He shrugged, observing the red paint from past projects that lay on my pencil.
“It's not hard to figure out, just this morning you were trying to push me away on the bus. Lucky, or unlucky, for you I want you to have a friend and you seem like a fun person.”
“Wait are you saying I have no friends?” I squinted at him.
“Well, do you?”
I didn't answer.
“If your response is silence I suggest you take up my offer.”
I was stunned, to be honest. No one had offered to be my friend since 6th grade, and that didn't last long. Of course, I accepted it, but for the rest of the period, there was an awkwardness in my mind. As pathetic as it sounds I wasn't used to others genuinely enjoying my company like he did. Which was partly by design cause I get joy out of scaring people away, but still. I forgot how it felt to have conversations about normal things like art. He had such a nice smile too, usually when I see a grin I want to slap it off, but I liked his. His voice was also nice, it’s hard to describe what in particular but it was easy on the ears.
Okay, I’m starting to get off-topic. I’ll skip to the important part. Toward the end of class, he started talking about how he was interested in filmmaking and got a portable video camera as a gift at last year’s Eid. He didn't have it on him, but he showed me a picture.
“Heh, that’s funny, I bought the same one a month ago.” I pointed out.
“Yeah, it's a popular model, I’m still getting the hang of it though cause I’m so used to using my phone.”
“Well, maybe I could bring you over to my place or vice versa after school and I can help you out.” I suggested.
He smiled, putting his phone back in his pocket.
“I thought you said you’ve only had it for a month? You know I can always look up tutorials from trained professionals.” he reminded me with a notable smugness that I'd used with him before.
“Well those guys are stuffy and I’m a fast learner.”
He redirected his attention back to his page, picking his pencil up.
“Alright, I suggest we go somewhere public instead. You’re not exactly the kind of person I want to bring home to my parents right away. Plus they always need to meet my friends and their guardians before I hang out at their home.”
I gave an exaggerated sigh, stretching my back.
“Aw man, looks like we can’t get high in my murder pit during our first hangout.”
He didn't respond for a solid few seconds.
“Wait, you do know I'm joking right?”
He shrugged, the smile in his eyes appearing again.
“I mean, one of those things is a little less believable than the other.” he snickered, and I laughed with him.
We set up a time and a date, which is where I screwed myself. He ended up being busy with projects from his other classes and family which just left us with Friday, the same day I had to submit the video. Now, did I tell him I wouldn't be able to make it? No, of course not, because I decided to be stupid and even more overconfident. I said that I’d one hundred percent be able to hang out with him after school like I didn't have a mutilator who was going to drop by my place at an unknown time.
The rest of the day went over fine but that bad timing led me to feel like a dick later. When I got home I was able to write out my plan, even sketching a few specifics of what I’d do. It was more exciting than when I’d been brainstorming, but this is when the gravity of the situation began to set in. When I said I’d fantasized about killings I meant it. I mean my teddy with twenty-five stab wounds should say enough. Regardless this would be the first time real blood was on my hands.
It made me feel powerful, but a little afraid. I’ve heard stories of people thinking that it would be an awesome experience and then feeling like shit. I doubted I’d be one of those people but still. Plus, I didn't exactly trust the guy who gave me this job. There was a good chance that this whole situation was rigged and they’d kill me no matter how good the video was. Or worse turn me into the feds and expose my collection. Honestly, if that happened I’d probably eat a shot to avoid going to jail. Wait, can I say that on this platform? Okay to the mods, that was a joke, I want to live a long life. Ugh, I’m doing a terrible job of staying on track. The point is there was a lot up in the air despite it being a matter of life or death.
I knew I’d go through with it but it was still a lot less straightforward than it initially seemed. I wracked my brain to remember where most of the cats stayed and tried to come up with a good way to lure one without raising suspicion. This also proved harder than first thought because I didn't think to account for the cat man, an old guy who lived alone and fed all the cats in our dingy complex while also housing a few. Knowing how obsessive he was he’d probably notice if one of them disappeared. Then again not all the cats return consistently or at all. It makes more sense that he’d think one of them was run over rather than slaughtered. It was getting late again so I rested my head for a moment, a bad move cause I ended up falling asleep at my desk. Not even changing out of the clothes I’d worn before, I woke up late and barely caught the bus the next morning.
I went to my usual spot but Abdul had already taken it. He patted the area next to it, which he’d covered in a towel, a smart move knowing how nasty it was. People gave me a few dirty looks as normal, which I smiled at. I stretched, my mind slightly less out of it than the previous morning.
“Uh, you do realize that-”
“Yeah, I know I’m wearing the same clothes.”
Abdul looked me up and down, his eyes remaining soft, but with a mix of concern and judgment. He set his backpack down and took off his sweater handing it to me.
“Dude what are you-”
“Look I don't know what led to you not being able to change but I think you should at least have a fresh top.”
I was surprised he was offering me something to wear but I took it.
“Uh, thanks, I’ll change into it later.”
He nodded as I put it in my backpack.
“You know you didn't have to do that.” I reminded him.
“Well there’s a lot of stuff I don’t have to do, but I do it because I want to, and I wanted to help you out.”
He smiled, his face still warmer than an Arizona summer. I got a strange feeling in my chest at that moment, I still can’t tell if it was good or bad.
“Well, thanks, I'll give it back to you tomorrow.”
We talked a little more and he mentioned something that caught my attention.
“Have you heard about all the animals that have been turning up dead?”
My eyes widened with surprise.
“No, I haven't, when did you hear about that?”
He pulled on his long-sleeve shirt.
“My sister said her friend who works at a shelter noticed a bunch of animals were getting adopted by people around the same time, and since then gore videos with them have been showing up. She found out through her co-worker who was emailed it by some random creep.”
I covered my mouth and looked away to hide the smile growing on my face. He had just given me the perfect cover-up without knowing. Now if I killed an animal people had an entire violent ring to connect it to instead of me! I stayed quiet for a minute because I could tell he’d likely see through any phony sad sounds I made.
“Oh wow, that’s awful, do you think they’ll ever find out the people behind it?”
He sighed, running his hand through his wavy hair.
“I hope so, for now, all we can do is pray that no more animals get hurt.”
I couldn't contain my grin as he said that so sincerely like animals and people didn't die constantly and that taking down one group would somehow stop the issue.
“Is there some joke I don’t get?” he furrowed his brow.
“Uh, no, sorry I smile when nervous.”
His gaze softened again, and he didn't press further.
His bringing up the animal killings ended up being the exact push I needed to get my hands dirty. I’d spent the entire day before planning so it was time to put that plan into action. I stole some cat treats that the cat man had laid out and spread them around my apartment which was on the bottom floor. Waiting for one of them to take the bate outside my window was pretty boring but one of them came after a few minutes. A scraggly brown and black cat with a tuft of fur missing on one side of his head. It's messed up but I felt like a little less of an asshole for taking him in since he looked like he was already struggling. I scooped him up and he didn't attempt to fight back.
“Hey there buddy” I waved, feeding him some more food. His eyes had a lot of crust on them, it was kinda gross but I don’t have the right to say with how often I wash my jeans. After a minute or two he let me pet him. I knew making any kind of attachment was bad but I thought it was the right thing to do so he’d fall into a sense of security. I was just about to take him into my room when the door opened.
“Hey, I’m back with groceries!” my shithead cousin announced with two plastic bags in his hands. He looked down to see me with the cat, his eyebrows raising.
“Aw come on, you know we can’t afford a pet.”
He groaned placing the bags on a table and unloading them.
“I know, but he doesn't look like he’s got a lot of life in him I at least want to help him feel better before he kicks the bucket!”
Brick rolled his eyes, putting the cereal box on top of the fridge
“Jeez, did you even think about what diseases he might have? His eyes look puffy what if he has something that can get you sick?”
He had valid concerns which was surprising since he’s usually stupid, but I was still annoyed with him.
“I’m sure he’s fine, I’ll even try to wash him, just please let me hold onto him for a little.”
He folded his arms looking down at us.
“Have you even named him?”
I froze for a second, before using the first thing that came to mind, which ended up being pretty awful knowing my plans.
“Cash cow.” I blurted, awkwardly patting his head.
“Honestly that’s better than what I was expecting. I was sure you’d pick ‘Hellspawn Mcgee’ or something else corny.”
He meant to make fun of me but honestly, I would have named him that if I had more time.
“Ugh, anyway I got those dumb chips you like.”
He then pulled out a bag of the wrong chips.
“Dude those are the wrong ones, this is the third time you’ve mixed up the flavors.”
He threw them at me, scaring the cat slightly.
“Well, I pay for it so you shouldn't be so picky. Anyway, while I was in line I picked up something you might be into.”
He then tossed me a trashy teen magazine. One of my least favorite sorry excuses for an influencer on the cover.
“This is a joke, right?”
I couldn't believe my own adopted brother gave such little shit in my interests.
“I don't know, you decided to start being a girl for real this time so I thought the makeup tips on page ten would help you out.”
I scrunched my face at his comment.
“Dude I’ve been this way for years, just because I started wearing more makeup and dresses doesn't mean I’m more of a girl than when I didn't. I know you won’t get the two-spirit thing but come on.”
He shrugged, seeing me done with me even though he’d just shown up.
“Yeah well hey I’m trying. Anyway, just so you know a friend of mine is coming here Friday.”
My heart stopped.
“Wait why here? You live elsewhere why can’t you assholes go there or their place!”
He slammed his fist on the table.
“Will you shut the fuck up!”
He screamed with a phrase I’d grown numb to.
“I don't know, to be honest, something about wanting to move into this complex and this being a way to scout it out. I’m just letting you know now so you don’t act like a complete freak.”
“Jokes on you I’ll piss in whatever shitty beer you bring just cause you said that!”
I yelled back raising my voice higher than his. He face-palmed before putting the plastic bags in the drawer under the sink.
“Whatever, you and your ketamine-addict-looking cat have fun,” he told me while seating himself on the couch. I picked up the cat and walked into the bathroom to clean it. I closed the door and placed him in the dry tub. Using a small disposable mouthwash cup I got a little bit of water. I hadn't had a pet before so I wasn't sure how to approach the task. I dipped my fingers in the water and carefully pet it while pouring s small bit down his back. Any other cat would fight back but he just made pissed-off noises without doing anything.
I scrapped my old shampoo bottle and kneaded it into his thin fur. His skin was bumpy and dry beneath the hair so scrubbing it was uncomfortable. I made sure to avoid getting soap in its eyes but I did pull away some of the crust on its lids. His pupils were so clouded I was surprised that he could see at all, making me feel even more sure that he would be on its way out with or without me.
After drying him I set him on a beat-up shirt I wore when modifying clothes. He sunk his claws into it a few times, playing with a loose string. I ignored him for the rest of the night, hopping into the shower and changing for bed. His meows woke me up a few times but I tuned it out after a while, reminding myself that he wouldn’t be my cat for long.
The next day was Thursday and there wasn't a second that passed by where the weight of the murder I’d have to commit didn't weigh on me. I seriously shot myself in the foot by taking care of that scruffy, pubic hair pile. I was supposed to be hyped about killing it, after all, I’d dreamed and seen way worse than what I was going to do. Yet once I got home and started setting up I felt grosser with each step. I decided to record it in my bathroom instead of my bedroom so it would be harder to connect to me. I set down a few fabric scraps and a worn-out beach towel, placing it all inside a tub for easier cleanup later.
“Okay, I guess it's time,” I mumbled to myself. I brought the cat in and placed it down, setting up my camera once it was comfortable. I also wore my most generic clothes in addition to a mask, putting my hair in a bun for sanitation. When I saw the flicker of red showing that the camera was on I felt I was dreaming. I smiled, excited that I’d get to live out my violent desires. Yet, when I looked down at its pathetic frame and confused expression those urges left me.
I rationalized what I was doing, reminding myself how many animals die all the time and that I’d been forced into this, but it didn't help much in the end. I won’t get into it but under the pressure of impressing the group Cash Cow didn't go out as fast as I would have liked for a first task. Getting rid of the evidence was especially rough, the textures were pretty nasty, to put it mildly. It was surreal watching the blood go down the tub drain and gradually drip off my hands as I rinsed them. I couldn't conjure a single thought the entire time I cleaned it up.
Whether I was wringing out the clothes or putting the remains in plastic bags, it didn't matter. All I could focus on was the task at hand, with hints of disgust along the way. I ended up finishing at three AM. My hands were wrinkled and shook once I settled. I won’t deny that during the murder I didn't hate it. Slashing into something was fun and it made me feel strong. Still, it wasn't nearly as fulfilling as I expected it to be. Part of it was guilt, but it was mostly disappointment. I’d built it up for years and it wasn't earth shatteringly good or bad.
Overall, I expected to feel more, but it just left me hollow with an uncomfortable itch. There was no way I’d ever be able to see the tub the same way, hell I don’t think I’ll ever use it again. Luckily I almost always shower anyway so it's not too big of a deal. I watched a few horror game videos, trashed everything, changed and went to bed.
My scalp hurt like a bitch the morning since I kept my hair in that stupid bun. Despite getting less sleep than the past two days I held myself together a bit better in the morning. I brushed my teeth, changed, and had some fried bread before getting on the bus. Regardless I looked like complete shit and struggled to slump into my seat.
“Rough night?” Abdul asked
“Uh, yeah.” I quietly responded looking to the floor.
He frowned, looking at me with concern.
“You can talk about it if you're comfortable,” he assured me. I contemplated giving him a thinly veiled metaphor or vague explanation so he'd comfort me but stopped myself before my mouth could run a muck. He wouldn't be able to do much of anything and I don’t like opening up.
“Uhm, thanks but it's something I have to deal with alone.”
He nodded, respecting my boundaries.
“You know, I understand if you can’t hang out today it seems like you have a lot going on.”
I avoided eye contact with him as he spoke. For once I was feeling hints of guilt toward a person. I wanted to spend time with him, but I knew that I wasn't in the state to do that.
“Yeah, I think it’ll have to wait, I’m-” I cut myself off before apologizing. A fact about me that should surprise no one is that I hate apologizing. Even when I do feel kinda bad the act fills me with embarrassment.
“You what?” he asked, his eyes telling me that he knew what I was going to say.
“I’m emotionally not great.” I spat out in an admittedly poor attempt to get out of saying sorry. As always he remained calm but I could tell he saw through me.
“Okay, like I said I understand, whatever it is I hope you feel better.”
I told him thank you and we didn't speak for the rest of the day. At home I changed into more comfortable clothes and brushed my teeth. Unfortunately, I wasn't bouncing back from killing nearly as much as I expected.
“It wasn't even that bad! That thing was on its last legs anyway.” I grumbled to myself, smacking my forehead. I was feeling worse than when I did it which is weird. I ended up spontaneously decorating a ratty tie from the bottom of an accessory drawer to distract myself. It helped me get my mind off things, for a little. I had zero plan, just wanting to make something needlessly complex. Hours that felt like minutes passed and soon it was covered in patches, frills, and beads. I just tried it on when I heard the front door open.
“Man, that shit was wild!” I heard Brick laugh groggily. I didn't have to see or smell him to know he’d gotten lit. I rolled my eyes, closing my bedroom door.
“Hey, who’s there?” his friend asked, seemingly referring to me.
“Oh, that’s my little sis, don’t mind her she’s just on her emo shit!” he joked, which pissed me off for the petty reason that I didn't even listen or dress emo.
“Hey, that’s alright with me, I went through one of those phases,” they responded, their words less slurred than my cousin’s.
I fucked up and forgot to lock it when I closed it so they were able to swing it open, almost smacking my desk.
“Hey emo girl!” they waved as Brick haphazardly pulled them back.
“Okay, man, seriously I think she wants to be left alone.”
The way his friend looked at me made me uncomfortable. Like they’d snap my neck if I pissed them off. They clicked their tongue while stepping through the door frame.
“Alright, but I gotta say calling her an emo is inaccurate, they look like they watch gore and most emos just say they do.” they flashed a sharp toothy grin. At that moment I began to connect the dots.
“Easy, she’ll get pissy with you dude, now come on.” Brick warned tugging their opened button pushed him away. They looked me dead in the eyes.
“I don’t think she minds, in truth, I feel like we’ll have a lot to discuss later.” they smiled again, finally walking back into the living room. A chill ran up my spine when I saw them. The sharp teeth, New York accent, unsettling gaze, that motherfucker was the person who recruited me! They were able to get into my place so easily cause my dumbass cousin probably gave them a spare key or the opportunity to make one, and now they were a room away from me!
I dug my hands into my pillow as I contemplated what to do, no matter what happened next, I knew it was gonna be a rough visit.

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Hey everyone! Random Appalachian here. I just wanted to check back in with you all and provide some updates, as well as some exciting, if personal, news. I have to type this quick, as my work break ends soon, so pardon any typos, grammatical errors, or weirdly structured sentences.
For those of you who don’t know, I’m a park ranger in real life, and work at a wildlife reserve in Ohio. We’ve been having some issues with vandalism in our northern woods for a few months, and despite our best attempts, haven’t been able to find the culprit. It’s been immensely frustrating, especially when more paint has shown up on more trails, ranging from slashes, lines, and crosses, to dots and even letters. Normally we wouldn’t get too bent out of shape over a few trees being painted, but it’s well over 60 at this point, and widespread throughout the forest. None of the official people who help us maintain the trails in that area say they are responsible, and yet many of the markings seem to be blazes for trails. However the markings are at times absurdly close together, or in abstract places that make no logical sense. One “trail” is no more than perhaps 30 yards long and runs right along a massive clearing in a semi-circle, within plain sight of the clearing, and goes to nowhere; it goes into the woods, and pops back out into the clearing only 30-ish yards away. Most of our established trails that have been painted already have well-made trail markings of our own, and the trails are well-blazed. There seems to be no rhyme or reason to why these things are there at all. I don’t think it’s anything sinister, though the painter has left his/her paint cans in the woods before, so at the very least, they’re a litterbug. There is the concern about potential poaching, which can be a problem in our area. Sure, deer and turkey are commonplace in my rural community, but they are only that way because of conservation and game laws that keep populations intact. Local hunters play a big part in conservation, and if someone starts taking more than their fair share through poaching, that means less for everyone else, and upsets the balance of things. The sad thing is, unlike legal hunters who often hunt for meat for their families, (food is expensive nowadays) poachers usually do it for trophies, antlers, or ‘fans’ from the turkey tail-feathers. But our painter has yet to take any game to our knowledge. We’ve found no gut piles, blood, or discarded gear anywhere. So, if he’s not poaching . . . what on earth does he want?
Then a few weeks ago, we did find a camera inside our central perimeter.
To put this into perspective, we have roughly 10,000 acres to our little reserve. Only 1/3 is fenced in, containing our exotic animals for our tours, and our buildings that we use to operate. Offices, mechanical garages, barns, and storage sheds, that sort of thing. Usually if we have trespassing issues, it's in the northern woods, which is open to the public for walking/biking trails. Sometimes in the southern prairie reserve we get some wanderers, but it's pretty open, so people tend to shy away from it. But our interior, the central area, most of which is fenced in, is sacred ground for us. We have a children’s camp in there for kids to learn about nature, we have our animal barns, and even some staff housing. For people to walk around in there would be like a stranger walking through your bedroom at night, while you’re in the shower.
Not cool. Not cool at all.
One of our ecology survey teams found the camera in a lesser-used section a mile or so north of the children’s camp. Naturally, they assumed it was one of ours, until one of the staff innocently asked another ranger why we’d put a camera by that lake. When the ranger told her that we didn’t have any cameras there, it began to sink in.
We either have two trespassers, or the painter has decided to move his game further into our land.
I’m hoping it’s the former, that I’m overthinking things, but after all, the mystery painter had to have seen a few of the trail cameras we put up in the north to catch him. Could he be doing this as a form of tit-for-tat? I don’t know, but it’s got us rangers frustrated, and our ecology team is spooked. It was fun and games in the unpopulated north, but now he’s getting close to our people, our guests, and our animals. This is serious now. We removed the camera, but there’s not really much we can do without more patrols, more cameras, and more rangers. With our budget already restricted, the last part just isn’t possible.
My foray into trail cameras yielded no results as to a culprit. In fact, the day I came in early to pull them out of the field, it seemed nothing went right. Only two came off the tree, as I forgot the keys for the locks for the other two. I couldn’t find the last one at first, and darkness fell before I could locate it, so that I was wandering around in the northern district in the blackness searching for it. Inadvertently this helped me find the camera in the end; I saw the red light flash as it took my picture and was able to retrieve the SD card. It was in my long return trek to the patrol truck that I discovered the marks on a remote trail I hadn’t walked yet. A capital O and a capital N were scrawled in various places, with dots over the letters. I took German in university, so I know they aren’t grammatical marks from that language, known as umlauts (pronounced as “oomlout” for my fellow English speakers; for all my German speakers, if I spelled that wrong, I apologize). I’d left my phone in the truck (stupid rookie move for a seasoned ranger, I know) so I couldn’t take any photos, and didn’t want to follow the trail too far in the pitch dark. I had a flashlight with spare batteries, as well as my gun (I’m not a complete moron after all) but I didn’t have time to do much exploring, since I had other duties in the park that were waiting on me. I had some VIP’s that were coming in late, and had to be escorted, which meant I had to clamber back to my truck, swatting at mosquitos the whole way. Nothing on the cameras showed any definitive proof, though we might have a lead on a guy with a bow case on his back. Could be nothing though; it’s not illegal to wear camo or carry things, and it could very well have been a camera case, a backpack, or an empty bow case.
In any event, we rangers are working on a strategy for changing up our patrol routes and putting more cameras in the field, as well as checking in on the children’s camp frequently throughout the night. So far, this mystery person hasn’t actually hurt anything that we know of, but even if this is just local kids having a prank, it’s not funny anymore.
Anyway, on to the other news. For the aforementioned reasons, as well as others, I’ve been super swamped this past month, and so writing on the third book in the Barron County trilogy has been slow. I wanted to release it at the beginning of June, but at this rate, I’m going to have to push that back to late June, possibly early July. I hate to think I’ve disappointed you all, but it’s just not ready yet. That, and I’ve been busy with something else . . . something big.
I’m getting married next week.
It’s been a long time coming, but my fiancé and I are super excited. We’ve known each other since kindergarten and have been best friends since forever. We’ve both been running like chickens with our heads cut off to get everything ready, and naturally, we’re both exhausted/somewhat nervous. Our honeymoon will require some flying, and since my fiancé has never been on a plane before, that’s a point of nervousness for her. I’m sure she’ll be fine once we’re in the air, but until then, she’s a bundle of nerves.
All that is to say, I am working on the story, it’s just taking a bit. I cannot wait to get back into the swing of things for all of you and thank you again for your supreme patience in this. You guys and gals are great, and entertaining you all is a massive privilege. Stay tuned for the third installment of the Barron County trilogy, and the epic conclusion of Hannah Brun’s journey into the unknown! Until next time.

"Reality? To me that was reality. I don't know about this place. What makes you certain you won't find yourself tied here, trying to explain yourself to people who look like you? I was pretty sure that was reality. Now, well now I just don't care. This is all a dream, so do whatever you want to me. I'm not kissing the cross. Just light the pyre." Shawna told the nogs. They shuffled forward on their trunklike legs, one of them offering her a cross with a figure of a crucified nog with a golden crown and its lips puckered.
"I said I'm not kissing it. Burn me." Shawna grimaced at the horrid little nog. The nogs shrugged in unison and lifted the buckets of icy cold water at their feet. One by one they walked up to her and doused her in cold water, soaking her t-shirt and hair and making her shiver and blow water off her lips while the rest ran down her chin.
"Is she dead?" One of the nog asked.
One of them shuffled forward and waved its hands back and forth in front of her staring, lifeless eyes. "No reaction." the nog confirmed. They'd done it, they'd finally slain the Wicked Witch of the Stars. Some of the Ethgar were saddened, crying big sticky nog tears that left streaks on their faces.
Shawna held perfectly still, trying not to laugh. They really thought she was dead, they thought they'd burned her alive with their buckets of cold water. Stupid nogs, just a few moments longer and she could break free from their braided bonds and be on her way, richer than John Godson.
"I just worry her soul wont reach the Likeliness, We should hold the jesus-nog to her lips, just to be sure." A nasty little Ethgar suggested.
"We should all just shuffle off." Shawna tried some ventriloquism.
"Who said that?" Ethgar were asking each other. The nogs suddenly all looked back at Shawna, their little devil eyes glowing in the starlight.
"Oh fiddle cakes!" Shawna swore.
She didn't usually use such foul language, but she was at her wits end with the Ethgar. First, their ridiculous test of faith to learn about Red Raven, and the treasure of the Seven Wonders. Then she had to climb Mount Velvet while nogs slung biffy sludge from their blow tubes while singing insults to her. With her knuckles bloodied and fitz in her hair, she'd reached the summit only to be accused of heresy, for she'd forgotten to remove her shoes. She'd have to climb the whole mountain again, just as penance.
After the six recitals of the Bindinfingin's half a dozen holy books, the extinct lizards granted her a one-hour library pass in their sacred underground grottos. Was it enough time to memorize enough of their holy scripture to be able to compete in the junior nog bible quotation contest and become a wearer of the golden crown of the most kissable-crucifiable? It was, because Shawna really applied herself and memorized no fewer than three verses, which was two more than any junior nog had ever quoted. With the golden crown on her head, she could at last learn the last part of the legend of Red Raven, and find out where the treasure was hidden.
Wealth unimaginable, seven wonders, that's a lot of moolah.
Bindinfingin ghost-holograms followed her around with sad expressions. The long dead intelligences expected better of her.
"We've waited your return for fourteen thousand trine. Red Raven will you not reveal at last the eighth wonder? We have so waited to know the final answer." The Bindinfingin said to Shawna, but she ignored them. They almost sounded like they thought she was someone else and that the treasure was one of those 'the treasure was the adventure' or 'the treasure was really just friendship' or someshit.
Shawna wasn't going to eat an adventure-friendship treasure, not after the nog figurine got smoochies from her. "Jesus, give me the strength of patience not to kick all these nogs."
"Do dead humans talk?" A nog asked.
They began arguing and discussing whether humans could talk when they were dead. Shawna put her two cents in, insisting that she could indeed talk while she was dead.
"Thou shalt not speak to the dead." A nog zealot drew his putty maker. Others pulled out their blow tubes, spit ball launchers and bald makers. One or two had forgot to pack weapons to the witch burning ceremony, but scooped up some dirt into their empty buckets.
"Thou shalt not fart from thy mouth." Shawna said in the dark, mimicking a nog-sounding voice. Then, as she blew a raspberry, the nogs went berserk. They had divided into two groups, each with opposing religious views, although none of them were sure what religious view the group they were divided into was seeing. The sound of the raspberry was like a starting bell, and within minutes the nogs had annihilated themselves, dead nogs scattered everywhere. The last of them finished itself off. Nogs were perfectionists.
"Now for that treasure." Shawna said gleefully. She followed the path through the empty nog village and found their sacred grotto. It was unguarded, and at last, she'd done it, found what she was always told wasn't even real.
"Reality, Shawna." A familiar voice said from the silent swamps all around.
"Who said that?" She asked.
"Reality is the treasure. I just want you to come back to me. I know you're in there. I can feel you dreaming."
Shawna shook her head. "I know what's real."
A few glowing bugs floated lazily on the air past her, going off to some hollow log to party. Shawna felt watched, like someone was holding her hand. It was going to be good, when she didn't find the treasure, what a weird feeling. Shawna shook it off. The treasure was hers.
"You think you can take my treasure?" The space pirate captain's hologramatic ghost stood in her way.
"So, you're Red Raven. Notorious brigand, mutineer and baroness. I'm here for your treasure, I knew it was real, I knew it all along." Shawna smirked. "The aliens, they worshipped you, but I know you're just a criminal." Shawna told her. "You even almost had me fooled with the Bindinfingin holograms making this sound like some sort of morality scam."
"Yet you made it all the way here." Red Raven smiled, proud of Shawna.
"Of course I did. You think I don't know what's real and what isn't?" Shawna laughed.
"The treasure is real. You just have to go through that door and accept what's on the other side." Red Raven pointed. "It's the treasure."
"See? You're still trying to psych me out. I'm abouts to be richer than John Godson. Sick of this." Shawna grabbed the handle, but something felt wrong.
"Just go through." Red Raven urged her.
"I can't." Shawna felt her eyes watering. "I just want to stay here. I'm not ready."
"You'll never be ready to be rich like John Godson. Nobody ever is. Just go in there already. I gots to get my wings, Shawna." Red Raven made 'go on in' gestures, shooing Shawna with the backs of her hands waving up at her.
"If this is any kind of treasure that isn't money, I swear I'm coming back here for you, and even though you're dead, I'll choke you out anyway." Shawna told Red Raven.
"Yes-yes, all that. Now go through already, the hour draws late." Red Raven seemed to have unlimited patience, despite her efforts to urge Shawna into the treasure behind the weird creepy disembodied door floating in the swamp. The door that looked suspiciously like her bedroom door as a child, growing up. Not liking this one bit, no sir.
Shawna took a deep breath, closed her eyes, turned the handle and went through.

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Star Wars : Tales from the Galaxy’s edge https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/TheWordBeare3484270071659289/?utm_source=oculus&utm_location=2&utm_parent=frl&utm_medium=app_referral
Pinball FX2 VR
https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/TheWordBeare1995306573932043/?utm_source=oculus&utm_location=4&utm_parent=frl&utm_medium=app_referral
Beat Saber https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/TheWordBeare2448060205267927/?utm_source=oculus&utm_location=4&utm_parent=frl&utm_medium=app_referral
Synth Raiders https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/TheWordBeare2436558143118760/?utm_source=oculus&utm_location=4&utm_parent=frl&utm_medium=app_referral
RagnaRock https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/TheWordBeare3749621795127676/?utm_source=oculus&utm_location=4&utm_parent=frl&utm_medium=app_referral
Angry Birds VR: Isle of Pigs https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/TheWordBeare2718606324833775/?utm_source=oculus&utm_location=4&utm_parent=frl&utm_medium=app_referral
Nano https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/TheWordBeare5566073043488552/?utm_source=oculus&utm_location=4&utm_parent=frl&utm_medium=app_referral
Cook-Out https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/TheWordBeare2004774962957063/?utm_source=oculus&utm_location=4&utm_parent=frl&utm_medium=app_referral
Ven VR Adventure https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/TheWordBeare3327317663977182/?utm_source=oculus&utm_location=4&utm_parent=frl&utm_medium=app_referral
Warhammer age of sigmar https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/TheWordBeare4220006248051477/?utm_source=oculus&utm_location=4&utm_parent=frl&utm_medium=app_referral
Warhammer 40k Battle Sister https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/TheWordBeare3231001163584154/?utm_source=oculus&utm_location=4&utm_parent=frl&utm_medium=app_referral
LesMills Body Combat https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/TheWordBeare4015163475201433/?utm_source=oculus&utm_location=4&utm_parent=frl&utm_medium=app_referral
Figmin XR https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/TheWordBeare6849182851823457/?utm_source=oculus&utm_location=4&utm_parent=frl&utm_medium=app_referral
Keep Talking and Nobody Explodes https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/TheWordBeare2010043642376517/?utm_source=oculus&utm_location=4&utm_parent=frl&utm_medium=app_referral
The Room VR: A Dark Matter https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/TheWordBeare2124523024270629/?utm_source=oculus&utm_location=4&utm_parent=frl&utm_medium=app_referral
Golf+ https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/TheWordBeare2412327085529357/?utm_source=oculus&utm_location=4&utm_parent=frl&utm_medium=app_referral
Red Matter 2 https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/TheWordBeare3682089508520212/?utm_source=oculus&utm_location=4&utm_parent=frl&utm_medium=app_referral
In Death Unchained https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/TheWordBeare2334376869949242/?utm_source=oculus&utm_location=4&utm_parent=frl&utm_medium=app_referral
Dungeons of Eternity https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/TheWordBeare6341779295861881/?utm_source=oculus&utm_location=4&utm_parent=frl&utm_medium=app_referral
Super hot VR https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/TheWordBeare1921533091289407/?utm_source=oculus&utm_location=4&utm_parent=frl&utm_medium=app_referral
Pistol Whip https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/TheWordBeare2104963472963790/?utm_source=oculus&utm_location=4&utm_parent=frl&utm_medium=app_referral
Virtual Desktop https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/TheWordBeare2017050365004772/?utm_source=oculus&utm_location=4&utm_parent=frl&utm_medium=app_referral
Asgard's Wrath (Rift) https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/TheWordBeare1180401875303371/?utm_source=oculus&utm_location=2&utm_parent=frl&utm_medium=app_referral
Asgard’s Wrath 2 https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/TheWordBeare2603836099654226/?utm_source=oculus&utm_location=4&utm_parent=frl&utm_medium=app_referral

ARK and ADE https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/mattking1984/4609792345698021/
Asgard's Wrath 2 https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/mattking1984/2603836099654226/
Assassin's Creed Nexus VR https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/mattking1984/5812519008825194/
7th Guest VR https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/mattking1984/5223884527630557/
A Fisherman's Tale https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/mattking1984/2299967930057156/?utm_source=4
Beatsaber https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/mattking1984/2448060205267927/?utm_source=2
Call of the Sea VR https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/mattking1984/5174697242548672/?utm_source=3
Dead Secret Circle https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/mattking1984/2077633992357493/?utm_source=2
Doctor Who The Edge of Time https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/mattking1984/3044656825604617/?utm_source=2
Down the Rabbit Hole https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/mattking1984/2476104599150595/?utm_source=2
Eye of the Temple https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/mattking1984/5361030930653377/
Flight 74 https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/mattking1984/4939588089476517/
Gear Out https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/mattking1984/8766954653322242/?utm_source=2
Ghost Giant https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/mattking1984/2366136696841248/
Green Hell VR https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/mattking1984/3815577785147028/?utm_source=2
Humanity https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/mattking1984/10019544428070674/
I Expect You To Die https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/mattking1984/1987283631365460/?utm_source=2
I Expect You To Die 2 https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/mattking1984/2970998659623177/
Killer Frequency https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/mattking1984/4629225960449550/
Layers of fear VR https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/mattking1984/3087966124548124/
Moss https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/mattking1984/1654565391314903/?utm_source=2
Moss: Book II https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/mattking1984/4395292760584049/?utm_source=2
MultiBrush https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/mattking1984/3438333449611263/?utm_source=2
Myst https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/mattking1984/2719294624823942/?utm_source=2
Puzzling Places https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/mattking1984/3931148300302917/?utm_source=2
Red Matter https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/mattking1984/2180753588712484/?utm_source=2
Red Matter 2 https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/mattking1984/3682089508520212/?utm_source=2
Resident Evil 4 https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/mattking1984/2637179839719680/?utm_source=2
Rooms of Realities (App Lab) https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/mattking1984/9310428738998196/
Shadow Point https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/mattking1984/2088119334554800/?utm_source=2
Shadowgate VR: the Mines of Mythrok https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/mattking1984/3878215958952165/?utm_source=4
Star Wars: Tales from the Galaxy's Edge https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/mattking1984/3484270071659289/
Swordsman https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/mattking1984/4478419005520485/?utm_source=2
Tetris Effect https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/mattking1984/3386618894743567/
The Room VR: A Dark Matter https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/mattking1984/2124523024270629/?utm_source=2
Time Stall https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/mattking1984/2055554051161375/
Walkabout Mini Golf https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/mattking1984/2462678267173943/?utm_source=2
Walking Dead: Saints and Sinners https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/mattking1984/2897337400373711/
Waltz of the Wizard https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/mattking1984/2280285932034855/?utm_source=2
Asgard's Wrath (Rift) https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/mattking1984/1180401875303371/?utm_source=2

Star Wars : Pinball VR https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/TheWordBeare3180994211970184/?utm_source=oculus&utm_location=2&utm_parent=frl&utm_medium=app_referral
Star Wars : Tales from the Galaxy’s edge https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/TheWordBeare3484270071659289/?utm_source=oculus&utm_location=2&utm_parent=frl&utm_medium=app_referral
Pinball FX2 VR
https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/TheWordBeare1995306573932043/?utm_source=oculus&utm_location=4&utm_parent=frl&utm_medium=app_referral
Beat Saber https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/TheWordBeare2448060205267927/?utm_source=oculus&utm_location=4&utm_parent=frl&utm_medium=app_referral
Synth Raiders https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/TheWordBeare2436558143118760/?utm_source=oculus&utm_location=4&utm_parent=frl&utm_medium=app_referral
RagnaRock https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/TheWordBeare3749621795127676/?utm_source=oculus&utm_location=4&utm_parent=frl&utm_medium=app_referral
Angry Birds VR: Isle of Pigs https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/TheWordBeare2718606324833775/?utm_source=oculus&utm_location=4&utm_parent=frl&utm_medium=app_referral
Nano https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/TheWordBeare5566073043488552/?utm_source=oculus&utm_location=4&utm_parent=frl&utm_medium=app_referral
Cook-Out https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/TheWordBeare2004774962957063/?utm_source=oculus&utm_location=4&utm_parent=frl&utm_medium=app_referral
Ven VR Adventure https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/TheWordBeare3327317663977182/?utm_source=oculus&utm_location=4&utm_parent=frl&utm_medium=app_referral
Warhammer age of sigmar https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/TheWordBeare4220006248051477/?utm_source=oculus&utm_location=4&utm_parent=frl&utm_medium=app_referral
Warhammer 40k Battle Sister https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/TheWordBeare3231001163584154/?utm_source=oculus&utm_location=4&utm_parent=frl&utm_medium=app_referral
LesMills Body Combat https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/TheWordBeare4015163475201433/?utm_source=oculus&utm_location=4&utm_parent=frl&utm_medium=app_referral
Figmin XR https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/TheWordBeare6849182851823457/?utm_source=oculus&utm_location=4&utm_parent=frl&utm_medium=app_referral
Keep Talking and Nobody Explodes https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/TheWordBeare2010043642376517/?utm_source=oculus&utm_location=4&utm_parent=frl&utm_medium=app_referral
The Room VR: A Dark Matter https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/TheWordBeare2124523024270629/?utm_source=oculus&utm_location=4&utm_parent=frl&utm_medium=app_referral
Golf+ https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/TheWordBeare2412327085529357/?utm_source=oculus&utm_location=4&utm_parent=frl&utm_medium=app_referral
Red Matter 2 https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/TheWordBeare3682089508520212/?utm_source=oculus&utm_location=4&utm_parent=frl&utm_medium=app_referral
In Death Unchained https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/TheWordBeare2334376869949242/?utm_source=oculus&utm_location=4&utm_parent=frl&utm_medium=app_referral
Dungeons of Eternity https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/TheWordBeare6341779295861881/?utm_source=oculus&utm_location=4&utm_parent=frl&utm_medium=app_referral
Super hot VR https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/TheWordBeare1921533091289407/?utm_source=oculus&utm_location=4&utm_parent=frl&utm_medium=app_referral
Pistol Whip https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/TheWordBeare2104963472963790/?utm_source=oculus&utm_location=4&utm_parent=frl&utm_medium=app_referral
Virtual Desktop https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/TheWordBeare2017050365004772/?utm_source=oculus&utm_location=4&utm_parent=frl&utm_medium=app_referral
Asgard's Wrath (Rift) https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/TheWordBeare1180401875303371/?utm_source=oculus&utm_location=2&utm_parent=frl&utm_medium=app_referral
Asgard’s Wrath 2 https://www.oculus.com/appreferrals/TheWordBeare2603836099654226/?utm_source=oculus&utm_location=4&utm_parent=frl&utm_medium=app_referral

I installed Windows XP SP3 on vmware as well as virtualbox, and neither run perfectly. On one hand Virtualbox is no where near as responsive as vmware, while vmware XP has a dark red display with 3d acceleration enabled, what could cause this, is there any fix?
VMWare Workstation 17.5 running on Linux Mint 21.3, GTX 1650 and Ryzen 5 3600X