Grade: Special
Aliases: Little Drunkard, Roaring Drunkard, Son of Yamata no Orochi, Drunkest Cursed Spirit
Appearance: Shuten-dōji is an extremely tall and muscular CS, being 50 feet in height. He has a light-red body with long, dishevelled black hair that reaches to his waist. He has 5, sharp golden horns that emerge from his forehead, and he has 15 eyes, with half of them being red in color while the other half is black. His right leg is white and the other is black, while his right arm is yellow and the other is blue.
Shuten-dōji is primarily adorned in tattered, traditional Japanese robes, and he carries a large, ornate sake gourd at his side.
Personality: Shuten-dōji is a cunning and malevolent spirit, reveling in chaos and destruction. He enjoys toying with his opponents, using his immense strength and powers to intimidate and overpower them. Despite his brutish demeanor, he is also surprisingly intelligent, often employing strategic tactics to gain the upper hand in battle. He also despises humans, viewing them as hypocritical beings and desires to slaughter them in a drunken rage. One of his more defining traits, is his love for alcohol which he's almost always drunk off of even in the midst of combat, as well as his numerous nicknames referencing alcohol.
One of Shuten-dōji's biggest dislikes is being ridiculed in any way, shape, or form. Hearing any words of ridicule is one of the only known ways to sober him up, his drunkness being replaced with unparalleled levels of rage that he'll take out in the nearest thing to him. Shuten-dōji is also terribly antisocial.
Overall skill level: Shuten-dōji is an extremely powerful Special Grade CS, boasting immense strength, speed, and durability fitting with being one of the 3 most evil yokai in Japan. His combat skills are exceptional, and his tactical intelligence allows him to adapt to various situations quickly. His mastery over CE is unrivaled, making him a formidable foe even for seasoned sorcerers. His level of power is so potent that it's believed he's completely impossible to exorcise by most, if not all sorcerers in the jujutsu community. His battle prowess doesn't diminish despite his near-constant drunken state, and it's believed by some that he actually gets stronger the more intoxicated he is. His power is so much so that even other special grades such as Sukuna, Kenjaku, or even Satoru Gojo don't charge in recklessly when faced with Shuten-dōji's might.
Immense Strength: Other than his drunken nature, Shuten-dōji is also known for his immense physical capabilities, effortlessly lifting and throwing large objects such as boulders and entire buildings. He shatters most material with a single punch, showing the destructive power of his blows. He casually uproots trees and buildings, and swings them like clubs. Shuten-dōji clashes with other cursed spirits of his caliber, creating shockwaves that devastate the surrounding area. He can easily send opponents flying for miles with his attacks, as well as generate earthquakes and tsunamis with his attacks.
Immense Speed/Reflexes: Shuten-dōji moves faster than the eye can follow, appearing as a blur to his opponents with ease. He dodges incoming attacks with ease, regardless of how fast the attack is moving, and can close the distance between himself and his opponents in an instant, catching them off guard. In battle, Shuten-dōji primarily opts to disappear and reappears at different locations to toy with his opponents, making it difficult for opponents to track his movements. He can move effortlessly through obstacles and terrain, showing remarkable speed and maneuverability.
Immense Durability: Shuten-dōji shrugs off direct hits from powerful attacks, showing his resilience. He is able to withstand being crushed under falling debris, and tank explosions at close range, showing his durability against concussive forces. Shuten-dōji consistently withstands attacks that would cripple lesser spirits, as well as boasting powerful regeneration that allows him to come back from injuries rapidly, making him difficult to defeat through attrition.
Hand-to-hand Combat: Fitting with his size and strength, Shuten-dōji prefers to overwhelm opponents with a barrage of powerful punches and kicks, showing his skill in close-quarters combat. He is able to counter opponents attacks with precise and devastating strikes, demonstrating his martial prowess, despite his brutish nature. Shuten-dōji also grapples with opponents, using his strength to overpower them and gain the upper hand, incorporating kicks, throws, and joint locks into his fighting style, showing his versatility in a variety of fighting styles such as taekwondo and judo. Shuten-dōji can also use his surroundings to his advantage, using objects as weapons or obstacles to trap his opponents.
Tactical Intelligence: Should the time come for it, Shuten-dōji is able to be quite strategic, luring opponents into traps, using deception and misdirection to gain the upper hand. He is able to adapt his fighting styles to counter an opponents strengths and exploit their weaknesses. He strategizes his attacks, aiming to incapacitate or demoralize opponents before going for the kill. He uses feints and distractions to confuse opponents and create openings for attack. He also possesses a highly analytical mindset, enabling him to understand and anticipate his enemies moves, always staying two steps ahead.
Cursed Energy Levels: Fitting with a being of his caliber, Shuten-dōji wields immense amounts of CE that no modern or reincarnated sorcerer has even come close to matching. He was able to continuously use his techniques throughout his various battles without exhausting himself in the slightest. His manipulation of CE is rather poor compared to other beings of his caliber as he uses his own raw physical abilities more often than CE-reinfornced attacks. Though that doesn't mean he's a slouch at all when it comes to CE manipulation, being able to use his technique continuously while reinforcing himself with CE at the same time. His CE itself also has an intoxicating effect on those targeted by Shuten-dōji, similar to how alcohol has an inebriating effect on those who consume it. This way, even without the use of his CT, he can still intoxicate his opponents and diminish their effectiveness in battle.
Cursed Technique:
Drunken Rampage: This CT allows Shuten-dōji to release a wave of CE from his gourd that intoxicates and disorients opponents, making them more susceptible to his attacks. This technique also enhances Shuten-dōji's physical abilities, increasing his strength, speed, and durability for a short time should he drink its contents. Shuten-dōji activates his technique by channeling his CE into his sake gourd and releasing it in an omnidirectional burst. The intoxicating effect spreads rapidly through the air, affecting all nearby opponents. Shuten-dōji then uses his enhanced abilities to overwhelm his disoriented foes in combat.
Drunken Rampage is highly effective against multiple opponents, as it affects all targets within range. The technique's enhancement of Shuten-dōji's physical abilities makes him even more formidable in combat, allowing him to overpower opponents with more ease than before. Drunken Rampage has a limited range and duration, making it less effective against long-range or sustained attacks. The intoxicating effect can be resisted by opponents with strong willpower or those who are resistant to mind-altering effects. Additionally, the enhanced physical abilities granted by the technique come at the cost of increased CE consumption, making it unsustainable for extended periods.
Domain Expansion:
Oni's Bacchanalia: When Shuten-dōji activates his DE, the interior takes on the appearance of the inside of an Izakaya that stretches infinitely in all directions. The air inside the domain is engulfed in a swirling maelstrom of sake mist and CE, while the ground becomes slick with alcohol, and the air is filled with the intoxicating scent of sake. There are also illusory images of revelry and celebration dance around.
The sake-infused mist causes opponents to become intoxicated, impairing their judgment and coordination. Illusory oni spirits also manifest and attack opponents, their blows causing physical harm and even more disorientation. Shuten-dōji can conjure a flood of sake, hindering movement and causing opponents to slip and fall.
Opponents who are defeated within the domain are infected with a cursed hangover upon the domain's deactivation, causing them to suffer from debilitating nausea and weakness that decreases their overall skill level for the next 24 hours.
Cursed Tool:
Sake Gourd: Due to being a key factor in his technique's activation, and the fact that it's been repeatedly imbued with CE for 1000+ years, Shuten-dōji's sake gourd has become a powerful cursed tool that's capable of releasing and manipulating large volumes of cursed sake in a more refined, control manner than its omnidirectional counterpart.

Here’s the script for desired reality that I made:
DR Script: Name: Chase Jay Friskerman (male). Nickname: CJ. Age (DOB): 76 (01/05/1948). Nationality: American. Ethnicity: African-American. Personality: Cheerful, intelligent, funny, and happy-go-lucky. Hair: Small blackish gray afro hair. Eyes: Brown. Body Type: Dark skin with muscular body and wearing glasses. Height: 200cm (6ft 7in). Weight: 158lbs. Language: Any kind of language. Wealth: Fame, wealth, and power. Hobbies: Drawing, writing, cooking, and studying. Hometown: Houston, TX (born and raised in 1948). Elementary School: River Oaks (1953-1959). Middle School: Bob Lanier (1959-1962). High School: Lamar (1962-1966). Colleges/Universities: University of Houston and received a Master of Fine Arts (1966-1970). Lived: Los Angeles, CA (since 1976). Superpowers: Flight, super strength, teleportation, and healing.
Family names: The Friskermans Parents: Keith (08/01/1914) and Terri (07/30/1916) Siblings: Bruce (06/14/1944), Aaron (04/11/1946), Drake (03/31/1950), Sarah (05/25/1952), and Jerry (02/27/1954). Personalities: Cheerful, fun, perfect, caring, loving, and very sweet people. Superpowers: My siblings have the same powers as me. Hometown: Inwood Dr, Houston, TX 77019 (living in a wealthy city on River Oaks). Lived: Los Angeles, CA. (me and my siblings since 1976)
Married: Zelda Ann Starknight (04/06/1953) on March 6, 1980. Zelda’s physical appearance: She is an American woman with an English descent. Born and raised in West University Place before moving to Los Angeles in 1975, at the age of 22, a wealthy Caucasian woman with long dark blue hair and blue eyes, light skin, slim body, wearing glasses, and her height is 175cm (5’9). She is also an intelligent woman who graduated from Rice University in 1975. Children: Tucker (03/25/1985), an African-American son with short black hair and his height is 188 (6’2) and Cassie (08/13/1988), a Caucasian daughter with long aqua blue hair and her height is 161cm (5’3). Pets: Selena (a Russian Blue female cat) and Tyler (a Beagle male dog) Lived: Beverly Hills, CA (for my wife and kids while living in a luxury house).
Things that I want: - Shift into other decades, including the 1950s, 1960s, 1970s, 1980s, and even the 1990s. - My brain or my mind to become more smarteintelligent. - Exercising everyday by eating healthy food, doing weight loss, having muscles, and my height will be 6’7. - Me and my family would have our own movie or TV special to be set or filmed in Houston from the early 1960s to the mid-1970s. - Meet Zelda (age 12) at her fancy house in West University Place at the age of 17, then began engaging with her at the age of 29 after moving to Los Angeles in 1976, and before getting married to her in 1980, at the age of 32. - Moving to Hollywood on July 31, 1976, along with my siblings and focusing our careers on movies and TV shows. - Became an actor for live-action and voice actor for Western animation, Japanese anime, and video games. - Get a job at Disney (film or television) or other companies, such as Nickelodeon, Cartoon Network, Warner Bros., Fox, Sony, and Universal as an artist or a creator. - Teleport to Houston, alongside my wife and siblings to visited with my parents for the holidays such as Thanksgiving and Christmas. - Teleport to NYC, where I can appear in late-night shows such as Saturday Night Live and The Late Night Show since the late 1980s as a special guest. - Teleport to Dallas, where I can recorded shows and movies for Funimation and OkraTron 5000 since the early 2000s as a recurring guest. - Would shown the street view from the 1900s to the 2000s on Google Maps by using high quality instead of low quality. - Shown the old websites from the 1990s to the 2000s on Wayback Machine and completely using Adobe Flash Player instead of shutting down in December 2020. - Most of the color people, including black and white, were became freedom, instead of being racism. - Prevent terrible things, such as the September 11 attacks, WGA Strike, SAG-AFTRA, and the COVID-19 pandemic. - Meet the comic book creators (Bob Kane, Stan Lee, Dwayne McDuffie, Todd McFarlane) and manga artists (Akira Toriyama, Eiichiro Oda, Masashi Kishimoto, Kazuki Takahashi). - Fan conventions such as San Diego Comic-Con and New York Comic Con as an actor, creator or voice actor. - Become a writer or voice director for cartoons, anime, and video games. - All of the people and animals who were born from the 1900s to the 2020s to become immortal instead of being killed or having diagnosed. - All of the countries from around the world to become rich and wealthy. - Erase my memories where I was first born in 1998.
What are you guys think? Can any of you help me how to permashifting? I really want to stuck in my DR forever.

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The following two brain scans were provided by the Neuro-Warfare branch of the Halcyon Security Division (HSD) for the purpose of analyzing the thoughts, behaviors, and information of notorious gangsters Vincent 'Troy' Cohen and Bruno (Deadname: Koraak Tel-Char). At the point of the recording of this archival shared, Bruno has since received his rebirth therapy, and Vincent is currently serving a long-term rehabilitative and reeducative sentence in the Erebus Supermax Prison on Io.
Warning: the contents of this archival shared may be especially disturbing to some audiences. Viewer discretion is advised.
Warning: the contents of this archival shard are for the sole purpose of analyzing the thought patterns and memories of certain degenerate criminals in an effort to ascertain vital information that can be used to eliminate their organizations. Only staff with clearance level Omega may view this archival shared, and the viewership of this archival shared by anyone of inadequate clearance level will lead to twenty years in prison and a fine of over a hundred thousand credits.
Booting up memory scan: Vincent 'Troy' Cohen, November 4th, 2446…
Loading and processing firmware data… translating… memories and subconscious simulated…
Beginning archival shard presentation…
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"Do you have visuals of the target, Troy?"
I knelt down in the alleyway, the bodies of me and my partners shrouded in long, waterproof, ashen-gray overcoats the shade of dirty street scum that we wore to ward off the constant heavy rainfall the color of osmium. Our faces were covered in a mix of scrapped respirators, visors, or full metal face masks carved with intricate designs to hide our identities. On our waists were our badges of honor: leather belts studded with interlocked rivets made from blackened titanium, each buckle forged of silver and shaped into the head of our gang's symbol, the black mamba. We hid amongst the shadows of the dark midday of Halcyon City, the heavy, oppressive rains blanketing the roads paved obsidian-black with asphalt and weathered concrete walkways. The street lamps were always on, like beacons of false hope in a storm of melancholy.
The city was dark and dreary as always, the planet of Proxima Centauri B, renamed Dawn's Lamentation over a century ago, orbited the red dwarf star of Proxima Centauri, and the atmosphere was thick with natural smog and ever-storming rain clouds. That didn't dissuade people from living here: there was plenty of money to be had for shrewd industrialists and hardworking pioneers, even in the urban sprawl. But that life also came with risks, especially for those on the bottom of the totem pole.
I was a ganger, and we were criminals; full stop. I won't assault you with some spiel about how we're the good guys fighting oppression because, at the end of the day, we could be just as bad, if not worse, than Halcyon's Security Division, or the HSD for short. We were traffickers, killers, extortionists, and money launderers. We dealt with everything from stolen tech and military-grade hardware to hard drugs and sentients.
Yes, sentients. We trafficked sentients, but not in the way you might think. They weren't prisoners, in fact, we were their saviors if they had the cash. We had developed a reputation for fighting the power, but it was still business: sure, freeing captives from the clutches of the Protectorate. The disruption of its many oppressive organizations held a certain satisfaction in my heart for sure, but we didn't help those who couldn't pay unless someone else paid on their behalf. It was about making sure me and my gang, my family, could live a decent life for another day.
It helped that most of us joined after leaving the state yard for partaking in acts of 'degeneracy' and 'anti-xenopet illegalities' as if those terms meant anything anymore other than that we were a threat to the local status quo. It was hard to pick up a job as a former inmate when even in something as harsh and backbreaking as a job in the iridium mines near the poles when the employment office had you blacklisted as a degenerate, which lead to the formation of many of the gangs: we needed to make a living somehow, and when all social programs were cut off from you unless you submitted for 're-education' and the only way to put food on the table was subverting, breaking, or even downright fighting the law, you did what you had to do or you died on the streets a scorned beggar.
It wasn't like the HSD made it easy for us on even a good day: the local HSD units were armed to the teeth with advanced, military-grade hardware that you'd often see on the front lines of the Second Authority War: armored assault transports, a myriad of advanced war droids, all sorts of chemical countermeasures that made tear gas seem like putting the garden hose on mist mode, and of course advanced firearms. Add that to the fact that they were authorized to use deadly force when they deemed it necessary and you had a ruthless, heartless, and nearly unstoppable enemy. But we could make that work: we weren't trying to stop them, just to withstand them.
"Yeah, I got eyes on the prize, Koraak; seven armored transports, two for droids, five for prisoners."
Today wasn't a day for a normal job: we were getting bolder, cockier, more ambitious. Our numbers had swelled for the last few years after the raid at Barnard's Star and the fall of the Blood Dragon Mafia. Their leader, Saito Yasuhide, had committed seppuku as their manor burned, and his twin sons had gone down fighting rather than allowing themselves to be captured simply to face a firing squad. In the aftermath, many of the family's associates had fled to the surrounding systems, and with the sheer size and scope of the criminal underworld found here, it was no wonder that many people who had developed skills of the less legal variety had decided to form ranks with the gangs, and with them they brought guns, tech, knowledge, contacts, and even something that we thought wasn't possible beforehand: a semblance of peace between the gangs, or at least the closest thing to peace that gangs could cultivate effectively. With the fall of the Blood Dragons, we saw the writing on the wall, and the writing couldn't have been clearer: work together or die together.
"Sounds like a massacre, Troy: are you sure we can handle seven?"
"We ain't got no choice, Cinder: this job's double the usual rate, and that's not including the weapons and gear we could scrounge if this goes well," I hissed, my eyes scanning for any resistance. There were at least four guards for each van, not to mention at least eight droids in total, meaning that we were already outnumbered, but we had the element of surprise: we could make it work. "So put your balls in your purse and get ready to spill some blood."
Koraak snorted at our antics, which sounded like someone pulling the ripcord on a lawnmower. He was a veteran Russu Corsair, and while his past of slaving, raiding, and killing was unsavory, so were the lives we'd lived, so who were we to judge? All we cared about was that he was a brutal and capable fighter and a loyal brother in arms. It turned out that being a ganger wasn't much different from being a Corsair: you lived and died by a code of honor, you fought to the death for your brothers, and you lived to die for the sake of your gang and your family, simple as that. In a strange, ironic way, it was an incredibly honest way of life: we were under no illusions as to what we were, what we did, and why we did it, and we'd long since accepted it. The Russu related to us in that aspect, in many ways I could respect, which is why I hated what the Protectorate was doing, and why I couldn't grasp how most of humanity could just collectively lose their marbles so long ago. What had happened for us to deem all other life below us in such a demeaning and infantilizing way?
The Russu were a race of tall, muscle-bound Saurians with avian features, and Koraak was no exception: reaching almost seven feet in height and weighing over four hundred and fifty pounds, he could be an absolute menace if he so desired. His skin was covered in stubby, knobby scales and dense plumage, with elegant feathers adorning the ridges along his back as well as his forearms, elbows, knees, and the crests on his head. He almost looked like how paleontologists described velociraptors, with razor-sharp talons, feathers shaded in vibrant greens, reds, and purples, and a maw full of sharp teeth, but at the tip of his snout was a sharp, beak-like growth meant for ripping flesh off the bone.
The Russu were strange as hell, but they also looked almost cute in the same way a fully grown alligator was cute: they were obviously dangerous, but humans would always have this innate desire to anthropomorphize them and to pet them for some inexplicable reason, although common sense usually prevented that, at least amongst the very few of us left that were sane.
"Shut up, Troy! All I'm saying is that that'll be rough, and you know it," hissed Cinder. Cinder was a tall black man whose coffee-colored skin was covered in tattoos. He wore an ebony mechanic's jumpsuit with metal inserts underneath his grimy overcoat covering his body and a faded black respirator on his face. His eyes were a startling blue that seemed sorely out of place, and his hair was braided into thick cornrows along his scalp. He wore a pair of heavy black combat boots and palmed his compact shotgun in his hands, the square barrel less than seven inches. Like a lot of the weapons the Black Mambas carried on their persons and dealt in, they fired caseless ammunition; in Cinder's case it was 16x40mm caseless shotshells filled with depleted uranium micro-flechetes no thicker than a toothpick. Cinder nervously fiddled with the detachable tube magazine underneath the barrel, his hands shaking. Despite the shit I have him, I didn't blame him for being anxious: I was anxious too, even if I refused to show it. The biting cold of unease and pessimism was in my stomach, and I ran all the way that this job could go wrong in my head over and over.
"Just hold yourself together, this ain't anything we haven't done before, there's just more of it," I reassured Cinder, "besides, we're not alone; we have reinforcements across the street. We'll make it out of this alive."
Cinder nodded almost absentmindedly, his eyes downcast and his breathing shallow. I turned from him and back to Koraak, who was making sure he had everything on his person; he had a synthetic leather bandoleer across his chest that contained the heavy eight guage depleted uranium slugs he kept loading and unloading into his much larger, longer, and more traditional shotgun he nicknamed ‘carnage’ and several leather straps that held his Tu'shan daggers: traditional Russu pyramidal blades forged from a silvery alloy with all three edges serrated and the tip barbed to leave behind horrible, gaping wounds that gushed blood. They were wickedly sharp and absolutely straight like a stiletto, and the hilts and pommels were beautifully decorated. He wore no clothes underneath his overcoat to cover the countless scars and blemishes he's earned in combat across his chest and abdomen, and instead of a normal respirator or visor, he simply wore a hood over his head and some traditional Russu facial armor to protect his mouth, eyes, and cheeks.
"You ready to fight, Koraak? The caravan will pick up and leave soon."
Koraak was silent for a moment before nodding, a human gesture he had picked up after serving as a soldier with the Black Mambas for years. "I'm always ready to fight," he said before lifting up his shotgun and aiming down the sights at the reinforced front wheels of the first armored car in the caravan. He exhaled and fired, the slug ripping through both front tires and causing them to deflate and fall apart. The echo of the shot rang through the alleyway and the street, causing pedestrians to panic and flee the scene as heavily armored guards poured out of the side doors of the armored cars and unholstered their carbines.
"Go, now!" I shouted, and both me and Cinder rushed out into the fray, our guns raised. Koraak was right behind the two of us, providing covering fire with his shotgun. Several guards fell quickly, Koraak's precise fire and the sheer force of the depleted uranium slugs putting them down for good as their heads were vaporized or their chest cavities were turned to mush. He emptied the tube with one final shot that painted the grey matter of a security guard on the door of one of the armored cars, then racked the shotgun and expertly loaded it in threes, his hands deft and agile as he reached for more slugs faster than any human.
With the cacophony of our initial assault, more Black Mambas poured out from the alleyways and the subways, armed to the teeth with all manner of weapons; shotguns, submachine guns, pistols, machetes, baseball bats, and all manner of homemade explosives. Molotovs and more potent concoctions shattered against the asphalt, herding in the caravan guards with their volatile contents as they were quickly gunned down. The assault was working, and we were winning.
Then I heard the robotic whine of a combat droid activating, and my heart sank. One of the armored cars in the back activated the four combat droids it held, the robotic assault units detaching from their charging ports on the sides of the large van and began to form up, each armed with a terrifying array of deadly weapons meant to quash any and all resistance. They were blocky, soulless, utilitarian things that stood at eight feet tall, with flat feet meant for stomping and blades, grasping claws designed to lacerate flesh and shatter bone. On each shoulder was a weapon: on the left was a multi-barrel rotary grenade launcher loaded with 15mm concussion grenades, and on the right was a burst-fire splinter cannon. They were all painted a dull grayish-green, the color of Halcyon's Security Division, although some had a few decorations on them: the one closest to me had a bit of graffiti on the side that said Mr. Hugs in Comic Sans, which I couldn't decide whether that made it more or less terrifying. They split up without hesitation and began to scan the chaotic battlefield, their single, red, beady lenses the security forces had the gall to call eyes focusing on specific targets to eliminate.
An entire group of Black Mambas was torn to pieces by a cloud of flechettes as one of the droids fired a withering three-round burst of shotshells from the four gauge splinter cannon mounted on its shoulder. Another picked up a Black Mamba in its hand and crushed her skull effortlessly before tossing her limp body to the side, its single, red, remorseless robotic eye tracking a new target. Most bullets that struck their thick armored chassis simply bounced off, and those that could pierce the armor didn't seem to phase the droids whatsoever, merely notifying them of a new potential target.
"Damnit," I shouted as I gunned down another guard only for two more to take his place. "Cinder! We gotta pop open the cars and scram! Get the maglock cutters!"
Cinder rushed and slid over through a dirty puddle, pulling out a maglock cutter from the inside of his coat and slipping it onto the back door of the first van. It immediately went to work, drilling through the maglock with a high-powered plasma torch nozzle, and within ten seconds we heard the telltale clunk of the maglock separating. I yanked the door open and ordered I side, ready to escort the prisoners out… only for my face to contort in shock and horror.
The back was empty. There was not a single soul inside of the back brig of the armored car.
"What the fuck…" Cinder gasped, his eyes wide with shock. "What the actual fuck… what the fuck is this, Troy?"
"I… I don't…" I stuttered the sounds of battle and carnage drowned out by the sound of blood rushing in my ears. All five cars were supposed to be filled with recently captured Russu from the front lines ready to be housed in the local Xenopet-Megaplex for processing and conditioning. The fact that this one was empty…
Suddenly, it all hit me at once with the force of a freight train, but it was too late. "We were set up, Cinder; our fucking client either squealed or was crooked to begin with…"
"Fucking bitch!" Cinder shouted as he spun around in an enraged arch, anger growing in his eyes. He aimed his shotgun at an approaching security guard and reduced his upper body to a fine red mist with a cacophony of shotgun blasts. "We gotta get everyone who's left out of here! Do you know what this means? The Jurors will be here soon, and then we're all going down! We gotta go, fuck the job!"
I grit my teeth. Not the Jurors, anything but the Jurors.
"Fine, gather everyone who's left and we'll slip through the sewers, the droids are too bulky to follow us there…"
As I spoke, my eyes wandered to the seventh and final armored car, the second of the droid cars, and my blood froze. Not only were all four ports empty, but they were also smaller and more shallow than the ports for the combat droids. That could only mean one thing.
"Oh fuck! Cinder, we gotta get our Russu members out of here! They've got arachnid droids!"
Arachnid droids were the stuff of nightmares. Resembling blocky, robotic arachnids the size of a manhole cover, they were specifically designed to take down sentient aliens, specifically the Russu, using sickeningly non-lethal means. They were equipped with full-body adaptive cloaking to blend in with their environments, paralytic agents that they could inject into their victims, built-in taser barbs, psychedelic gas ports for crowd-control, and a narrow-coned cacophony canon that disabled the Russu using incredibly high-pitched sounds that only they could hear, forcing them onto their knees and clutching the backs of their heads where their auditory organs were stored in agony. But worst of all was their stygian spinnerets: special ports near the end of their robotic abdomens that excreted a viscous, latex-like substance made up of millions of nano-bots. This substance could be used to render Russu blind, deaf, and mute by having it forced onto their faces, the black substance growing and enveloping their heads and working its way into every orifice. It was completely permeable to the standard atmosphere, but any Russu who had been 'webbed' was completely helpless and essentially captured, and the 'webbing' was both nearly indestructible and nigh impossible to remove without a triple-encrypted override key that was found in every arachnid droid's code, which was corrupted when the droid was destroyed or hacked into. Once you were 'webbed', you were essentially captured and the standard protocol was to leave you to the wolves since the nano-bots could be tracked, endangering the entire gang.
I turned just as I heard the deafening sound of Koraak discharging his shotgun, and I saw him squaring off against one of the assault droids. The droid has obviously been programmed to not use lethal force against Russu if possible, as instead of simply killing Koraak with it's shoulder-mounted splinter cannon, it approached with its claws extended, blades retracted. Koraak continued to back away and fire, pumping the droid full of depleted uranium slugs, its armor crumbling inward as the slugs pierced its chassis and damaged its internal cyberstructure. Eventually, Koraak ran out of slugs and instinctively reached to his bandoleer only to find that he had no more shells left at all, and he drew one of his knives and his sidearm, a simple high-caliber handgun. He tried to take down the droid with his handgun, but the bullets didn't even seem to affect the droid upon penetration, it's claws still extended as it attempted to apprehend Koraak.
In the corner of my vision, as I watched Koraak battle with the droid, I noticed a faint shimmer in the air on one of the black streetlight poles that was right behind him. I focused on it and blinked, believing my eyes had deceived me for a moment before realizing that it was actually a cloaked arachnid droid stalking Korvaak, ready to pounce and incapacitate him.
Before I could shout, it leaped from the pole and landed on Korvaak, causing him to shout in surprise while it began to coagulate its horrifying stygian webbing to disable Korvaak. Korvaak tried to wrestle it off of him, but the droid was agile and fast, clinging onto Korvaak and skittering around across his upper body as he attempted to grab it, forcibly wrapping the sticky black liquid across his face as he gagged like a spider wrapping up a fly. I rushed towards him to try and help, but I felt pain explode in my ribs as I was struck with the arm of the closest combat droid and launched into the chassis of a parked car, the metal denting from the sheer force of impact. I groaned in pain as I saw stars and my head spun, and just then I felt a blinding light be cast over me.
“Drop your weapons and kneel with your hands on your head, or you will be pacified with deadly force!” Shouted a loud, artificially deepened voice from above. “I repeat, drop your weapons and kneel with your hands on your head! Neither hostility nor hesitation will be tolerated!”
It was the Jurors, I could feel the air being pushed around from the thrusters on their drop ships, and I could hear screams and shouts as my fellow Black Mambas were quickly gunned down. I couldn’t see well since I was seeing double, but I could hear the slaughter as my eyes dimmed and I began to lose consciousness, my regrets crawling up my throat like vomit.
I’m sorry was all I could think as everything finally went dark, and the sounds of chaos, destruction, and combat faded away.
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Memory halted due to loss of consciousness. Booting next available memory in shard…
Booting up memory scan: Koraak Tel-Char Bruno, November 5th, 2446…
Loading and processing firmware data… translating… memories and subconscious simulated…
Beginning archival shard presentation…
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“Good morning, sleepyhead; it’s time for breakfast.”
My eyes shot open. I was not in the street anymore, nor was I home in my bed with my mate. I knew instantly that something was horribly wrong. I tried to stand up, but I couldn’t gain the leverage to do so: my ankles had been shackled together with magnetic cuffs and my arms were forced together in front of me.
I was wearing some kind of thick shirt. It was warm, fluffy, and comfortable on the inside, but it still made me incredibly uncomfortable that my arms didn’t have a free range of motion. I looked down to see that I was wearing some human garment I had heard about before, a straightjacket maybe?
The entire room was padded: the walls, the floor, even the ceiling. There was no bed or furniture; the floor was soft enough to serve as a bed in itself. There was nothing else except for the soft reddish-orange lights on the ceiling that somehow made me sleepy. I blinked slowly for a moment, my body screaming at me to just lay back down and lose consciousness, but I couldn’t do that: I needed to figure out where I was and how to escape.
Then I noticed who was speaking to me: it was a short human female, with crow's feet around her blue eyes, blonde hair braided down her back, and freckles all over her face. She had a soft smile on her lips, and her forehead was slightly crinkled. She wore a full-body white lab suit with a white overcoat and a pair of glasses for snugly on her face.
"There we go, now I can see those pretty eyes, such a beautiful shade of teal," she cooed softly, "You're such a handsome boy, even with all those scars: I'm sure you'll be adopted very quickly once we get you fixed up."
Fear gripped my heart as I began to piece all the evidence together. I had been captured; I was no longer on Halcyon, and instead, I was in one of the horrific space-born facilities I had heard so much about from the inside agents. I started to hyperventilate and squawk like a newborn hatchling, my eyes dilating in panic. This couldn't be happening! This has to be a nightmare!
The human woman merely wrapped her arms around me and pulled me into an embrace, cradling my head under her chin and speaking softly. I couldn't bite at her or claw at her: I was muzzled and wearing a straight jacket, so I had no choice but to allow her to coddle me.
"It's okay, sweetheart: I understand you're scared, but Julie's here to make all the pain and bad thoughts go away," she said as if she was comforting a child, which made anger blossom in my chest indignantly. "I'll be your caretaker for the next few months, and I'm going to make sure you're healthy, happy, and most importantly safe while you're under our care. I'm sorry to say that includes your restraints and restrictive clothing, but we have to make sure you aren't a threat to yourself or others before we can determine if it's a good idea to remove you from suicide watch."
I growled under my muzzle. Suicide watch? They must have had a lot of instances of Russu taking their own lives after being captured, something I wished I had been able to do before that damnable droid launched itself onto me and…
I shuddered at the thought of the black, viscous substance forcing itself into my nostrils and down my throat and windpipe, gagging me and rendering me completely helpless. It was so cold, so harsh, like slime, and when I had tried to tear it off of my face it merely attached itself to my claws and bound my talons together. I remember squirming on the ground as it enveloped me, unable to see, hear, or speak, and then everything went dark in an instant. It was the most horrible thing I had ever experienced, which was saying something.
"You alright, sweetheart? Oh, I know, you're probably hungry! Here, try some of this." She held up a piece of what looked like raw bacon and wiggled it in front of me before reaching out to remove my muzzle. In an instant, I attempted to snap at her only for pain to blossom in my forehead and my eyes to roll up in my head as I convulsed. It was like something was attempting to drill through my skull from the inside, and every breath felt empty and labored.
"Now, that didn't feel very nice, did it? This is why we have countermeasures in place because we can't trust you yet, sweetheart! Don't worry, we'll work on breaking you of all those bad behaviors and habits while you're here; after all, a well-trained pet is a happy pet!" She began to stroke the crests on my head as I slowly recovered, and she snugly fit the muzzle back onto my snout. "But I won't hold it against you this time, sweetheart; you're just scared and confused, but I'll make all the pain go away."
I struggled in the straight jacket, trying my best to break out of it, but it was no use. Eventually, I became exhausted and despondent, allowing my new caretaker to have her way with me as she gently ran her fingers through my feathers and along my ridges, quietly speaking to me in a hopeless attempt to cheer me up. She seemed genuinely concerned for my well-being, which concerned me even further: who could be this naturally twisted while attempting to be as benevolent and kindhearted as possible?
I felt the pain and terror build up in my chest, the anxiety from what horrific activities I imagined they had planned for me here. I couldn't take the infantilization, the lack of any autonomy, the dehumanization, and what I feared the most was if the rumors of 'rebirth' were true: would they take my personhood from me?
Suddenly, I felt her whisper to me. "Don't worry sweetheart, I know you're so scared and confused, but I promise you everything will be okay: it's going to be your birthday soon, and then everything will get better." She ran her fingers through the feathers along my crest lovingly. "It will be such a wonderful day, and then we'll choose for you the most wonderful family, and you'll spend the rest of your life happy in your forever home! Doesn't all of that sound wonderful?"
I wanted to die. I wanted to disappear. I didn't want to lose myself, not like this, not to these monsters!
"It'll be your birthday soon," she said wistfully as if she was remembering similar events to this in the past like I wasn't the first she'd done this too, "and you'll never be sad again."
I realized that I wasn't the first the stay in this particular cell, and I knew for certain that I wouldn't be the last: I'd end up like my brother, a broken, erased mess of a pathetic creature, reduced to nothing more than a pet for these humans to amuse themselves with.
"We took the liberty of picking out a nice name for you, sweetheart! Now, let me just slip this little programming chip into the port slot on your occipital bone, and... there we go! It will also help you calm down a bit and adjust."
I felt the chip begin to invade my mind, suppressing my thoughts. What made me me was slowly being ripped out of my mind. I couldn't remember my name my name is Bruno, and I needed to get out! I can't let them do this to me! Somebody help me! I was a good boy.
##Do not think. You are a good boy.##
I tried to scream, but my voice wouldn't work: I had trouble forming any words at all, the confusion clouding my mind like wet, slimy eels curling around my brain and sinking their teeth into its folds like needles. I couldn’t scream any longer, because I had nothing left: the chip was slowly beginning to take everything from me, robbing me of my identity and branding a new one into my psyche with a white-hot iron. Julie simply held me close, attempting to reassure me as I awaited the inevitable demise of my personhood. Soon I would be just like my brother: erased. My mind would be shaped into the mind of a loyal plaything, like a Dog.
##Relax. Allow caretaker [Julie] to comfort you. You will let go of your burden.##
Soon, everything was a blur. I quickly found myself resting my head in her lap as she whispered to me and fed me, my eyes bleary and my head fuzzy. I couldn't remember my name anymore My name was Bruno, and I needed to break free from this trance relax, and allow her to help me; good boys didn't resist help.
##Good Boy. Do not think. You are a good boy.##
You can't... I...
##Good boy.##
I wouldn't… good boys don't… I…
##Good boy##
I was a good boy… I was a good boy…
I was… I was… a good… boy…
Someone help me, please! I don't want to be erased!
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The following script is from episode #343 of Halcyon After Dark, a popular late-night and current events talk show hosted by Melinda Carter. This specific episode was sponsored in part by the Halcyon Security Division, with Director Lochlin O'Brien joining as a guest star to talk about the changing crime statistics in Halcyon City and the HSD's recent successes in busting organized crime as well as their plans for addressing the growing criminal underworld.
MC: Good evening Halcyon! I'm your host, Melinda Carter, and you're watching Halcyon's most popular late-night talk show, Halcyon After Dark!
The crowd claps and cheers as Melinda walks on stage and sits behind her desk, her glittering red dress waving as she does so from the special effects.
MC: Tonight we have a very special guest here to tell us about the state of crime in the city and his plans on resolving it: please put your hands together for the HSD's very own Director, Lochlin O'Brien!
The crowd cheers some more as HSD Director Lochlan O'Brien, a tall, muscular, caucasian male in his early forties with red hair and a well-trimmed beard steps into the room, waving at the crowd with a bright smile. He sits in the armchair angled next to Melinda's desk and gives her his full attention.
MC: It's so good to have you on the show, Director! Tell me, how are you doing on this fine evening?
LO: I'm doing excellent, Melinda: every day I wake up feeling fulfilled knowing I'm serving Halcyon to the best of my abilities and then some."
MC: That's the spirit, Director! Now, I know this question is just on everyone's lips, so I have to ask: how successful was the recent gang bust? I heard HSD forces took out dozens of gang members and liberated at least a dozen Russu Hounds from their abusive clutches, but I know that everyone in the audience and at home wants to know the numbers.
LO: I'd be glad to tell you, but I do have to preface this by saying that we still lost a lot of good officers that day, and while we did strike a crippling blow to one of Halcyon's biggest gangs, it doesn't change the fact that each death is a tragedy, and we're taking steps to prevent them in the future. That being said, those valiant officers did not sacrifice themselves in vain: we had over a dozen confirmed kills and several arrests, including the rescue of several corrupted Russu hounds.
MC: That's excellent, Director: proof that even when the number of degenerates and scum grow by the day, the HSD will always be here to keep the citizens of Halcyon safe.
LO: Absolutely, Melinda, and we're always working tirelessly to increase the efficiency and effectiveness of our units, as well as racing to stay several steps ahead of the many gangs of Halcyon at all times. My newest goal as Director is to vastly increase the funding given to our Robotics Department and our Neuro-Warfare Department to potentially reduce the number of casualties we may experience in the future, as well as to quickly and effectively detain, and if necessary, eliminate criminals. Within the next decade, I want to double the number of automated units each Security Platoon is assigned: droids are the future of public safety as well as countless other industries, and it would be foolish to be left behind.
MC: That is quite a lofty goal, Director: what about the displaced jobs from the increased automation? What will the union say?
LO: And to that, I say: what misplaced jobs? We aren't replacing our honored and beloved service members with droids, Melinda, we are simply supplementing our units with more droids to ensure that future gang assaults end with fewer HSD casualties and more gang members in prison or eliminated, simple as that.
MC: That makes much more sense, Director, thanks for clarifying. Now, I have one more question that I'm sure much of Halcyon wants to know the answer to before we take a short break: what plans do you and your fellow directors have to make long-term progress in reducing crime beyond just increasing funding? Have you proposed any plans to strike at the source of where crime and degeneracy flourish?
OL: That's an excellent question, and one I am proud to answer: my constituents and I have been working tirelessly on a two-step plan to greatly reduce crime levels in Halcyon. Step one would be to prevent people from becoming criminals and degenerates at all in the first place: a lot of young men and women, but especially young men, have lost either one or both parents or even a sibling, aunt or uncle, or even a close friend by the brutality of the Second Authority War, and while the service of their lost loved ones will always be recognized and honored, many of these young men and women are left bitter, angry and lost without the guidance these people give them in their lives. Oftentimes they seek to fill that void with others who claim to relate to them: career criminals. These criminals will fill their heads with lies and false narratives to make them feel like they're fighting back against the 'evil protectorate government' that took their loved ones from them by sending them off to war when in reality it was the rogue Xenopets of the Triarchy that took them away by resisting their just and inevitable unburdening.
In response, I have proposed a slew of special programs that will make sure local law enforcement and HSD officers are present and contributing to their local community, and we'll be providing easy and light job openings for youngsters and teens looking to make a career for themselves in the force when they grow up. We want to let these lost souls know that there are people who care about them, people who understand them and that you shouldn't turn to degeneracy to feel fulfilled. We want to help the youth of our great society soar to new heights!
MC: That sounds like a wonderful beginning to your plan, Director, but what about the second step?
LO: Well, the second step is to prevent criminals and degenerates from becoming repeat criminals. Sure, they've made their mistakes, some worse than others, but they're only human like the rest of us. Some of them have been through hell: some are traumatized veterans who don't know how to adapt to normal life, others were recruited when they were young and don't know that there's a better way to live, and even more are mentally ill. We're alone in this galaxy, and we can't leave so many people behind. That's why we've come up with an excellent solution: we've set up isolated communities on distant moons and frontier planets where these criminals can be reeducated, rehabilitated, and allowed to repay their debt to society. When they're deemed 'reformed' and have graduated from our program, they'll be granted a hefty stipend and their criminal record will be deemed irrelevant, allowing them to reintegrate and become functioning members of our proud society.
MC: all of these sound like incredible steps forward in the fight to better our society and make real progress, Director. Sadly, we do have to step away for a moment, but you best believe I'll be back, Halcyon, and we'll be asking the Director here some burning questions about allegations over the quality of life Erubus Supermax! Now, a word from our sponsors!
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Good, you’re still alive! The rest of this shard appears to be corrupted, which means this particular trail seems to have run cold here, but do not despair; you need to keep searching. Find out what happened. Find the truth.I cannot guide you any longer: they've already found me, and if I remain in contact with you they'll find you as well. Take the archival database, and see what you can piece together. Maybe if we discover what truly happened we can put an end to this madness once and for all. I'm counting on you. Don't cry for me, I don't fear death, but I fear what they'll do to me to get to you: there are far worse fates than death, after all.

Blaze 3: Demonic Arc 4: Spirit World¹
Sid is at home outside. A device falls from the sky. Sid" What's this?" He touches it and it starts glowing. Spyro appears. Spyro" I think you know what this." Sid" I have another Spirit Guide? Spyro" I see great potential in you and with me as your Spirit Guide, there's no one who can stop you from achieving your goals." Spyro came from a remote shaped device. It allows Sid to keep in touch with Spyro. One press will summon Spyro. One button. When it flashes red, Sid is in trouble. Can shrink in size. Item differs for other people. Maniya's was different. Don't have to carry it with him/becomes apart of his neck charm. The Spirit Guide concept is kinda like having Fairly Odd Parents or it's like Spyro came from a Pokéball. Spyro I choose you. Sid is called a Spirit Kid. Spyro is a Spirit Guide. He trains Sid for the rest of the day. Sid tells the others about having a 2nd Spirit Guide.
A scene shows a transition from the Earth Realm to the Spirit World. Introduction. Welcome to the Spirit World. A place filled with vast amounts of spirit energy. Spirit energy is in all living individuals. People are able to shape their spirit energy into high power attacks. Depending on the attack, certain amount are depleted from your body. All living beings require spirit energy to live even demons. Humans have a balanced spirit energy and soul energy. 50 percent each. Demons have lesser spirit energy. 120 soul energy and 80 spirit energy. They have 200 percent of spirit energy and soul energy combined. Spirit beings have 125 spirit energy and 75 soul energy. 200 spirit soul energy combined. Limbo 75 spirit and 50 soul energy. 125 combined. When you die and go to Heaven or Hell, you lose either your spirit or soul energy. Heaven has no soul energy. Hell has no spirit energy. There are no demons in the Spirit World as enemies.
The spirit being civilians(regular people)are 10 times stronger than regular humans. The Spirit Guardians are 30 times stronger than humans with power. Royal Family are 50 percent stronger. God's are 100. Earth is the weakest world. All of the other worlds live longer. My gods and kings don't have thousand year reigns. I guess wasn't thinking about it. They have hundred years. God Spyro is 131. Hinge blades are registered weapons that belong to ranked officers. Regular citizens used to have Hinge blade. There are 100 Hinge blades. 1-50 are considered stabled however 51-100 are the more unstabled blades. Hinge #100: Bloody Mary the most unstabled blade. It was so deadly; it left the Spirit World in utter chaos. It is not in the Hinge room with the other Hinge blades. It is in a safe place. Spirit Cannons come from the Spirit World. There's a reason why MaXx has one.
Each person has a different type of Spirit Cannon. Spirit Cannon require 1000 spirits in order to complete. MaXx and Sid's are incomplete. It doesn't have the problem power behind it. This is why Spyro and the others were stronger. They are able to absorb faster than MaXx and Sid's but still slower in the Spirit World's stands. Spirit beings can do more than humans. Spyro used to wield a Hinge but now he uses gifted combat and is the only Spirit Guardian to not use a blade. Authorization is when the higher ups or the Royal Family must check off what you're doing. Spirit Guardians can't just go to Earth as they please. Well except during Spirit Guide. They may visit their Spirit Kid as much as they want. They must have a portal in order to travel. There can only be 6 heirs. God, goddess, King, queen, prince and princess. If Spyro or Maniya have families, that doesn't make them apart of the Royal Family. The Royal Family are the heirs.
Gods and goddesses may pass their thrones to the next heirs. The king of and queen will become new god and goddess. There is also a special ceremony for it. The Royal Family lives at a Royal Palice/ Godowa. Godowa is the center of the Spirit World. The Spirit Guardians live and are stationed in different locations based on their teams. There are currently 3 teams in the Spirit World. There used to be a 4th team but rebelled against the Spirit Guardians. The Spirit World has lots of different departments and colleges within Godowa. Some Spirit Guardians have 2 or more departments /jobs. There are these tests where if you apply you could become a Spirit Guardian or other job titles. You can enroll as a Private by taking the 1st Clas Test. You must be 20(Spirit Guardian)but there was this one acceptance. Diffferent departments/ jobs, different ages. It is very unlikely for the Spirit Guardians to lose their ranking position. If a person passes Guardians Test, they will be apart of a Jr Team and will have the same ranking as the Spirit Guardians/even up to general. The sun is bigger than Earth's and is different colors. At night it's dark green. It looks like a tornado is coming. The moon changes during the times of days and nights. There are planets as well. The Spirit World has more advanced techniques than Earth. They can also get to other planets by teleportation.
The Guardian's Test is broken down into sections. IQ Test has 100 questions/written part. Quainga Stogona is the only person that answered 99 questions correctly. Never been done. He is the head of the Research and Development Center and the Tech Squad. Research and Development is a place that has info on just about anything or anybody. Tech Squad makes lots of different gadgets and other cool advanced items. Power Test is about using Spirit energy. You must display whatever the instructor calls out. Stealth Test. Offense/Attack Test. Defense/Guard Test. Weaponary Test is when you use the test blade that the instructor gave you during the practice exams. You must summon your blade to start test. For each of the tests(except IQ), you are required to go through 5 levels in order to complete. Spirit Guardians aren't the only people in the areas. Every team has their own subordinates and each member can command them or give them special missions to complete. The Spirit World has it made. The Spirit World and Underworld have had a long history. The Spirit World has only lost one war against the Underworld. Spyro doesn't like being called prince. He prefers captain or his formal name
Blaze 3: Demonic Arc 4: Spirit World¹ continues
A scene shows Spyro finished training Sid. He returns and is with his team. Spyro is the main character now. Team: Kitoro Kuujo(1st Lt), Maniya Huningnu Atahata(2nd Lt), Garner Shinkranani(OC/Officer Cadet), Doega Uninge(oo-nin-geh)/(Maniya's twin brother)/(WO/Warrant Officer), Etatsu Nanoa(nah-no-ah)(female)(Sgt/Sargent) and Aereasa Manara(female)(Corporal). The Spirit Guardian's ranks come from the Japanese military. During meetings, they sit at round tables. Spirit beings have paler skins compared to humans. Spirit Guardians have their own badges, name tags and insignias. Captains have X's the upper left side of the jacket. Spyro's team wears red symbols. 1st Lt is a square with an X in it. The bottom X is slightly sticking out. The right side of the square has a 1 outside of it. The 1 is slightly risen above the square. 2nd Lt is the same but has a 2. OC circle with an X in it. The bottom half X sticks out. The Xs all look like 2 checkmarks ✅ ☒ together(one is upside down). WO is the same but flipped upside down. Sgt circle with a checkmark in it. The top of the checkmark is sticking out(right side of checkmark only). Cpl is the same but the checkmark is a square ⬜.
Gen- black checkmark ✅. Lt Gen- triangle 🔽 with a smaller checkmark in it. Checkmark is slightly at the bottom right side. Only one side is sticking out of right side. Maj Gen- circle ⭕ with a rectangle in it and a checkmark in the rectangle. The top is slightly sticking out. Bgd Gen- triangle 🔽 with a smaller X ☓ slightly at the bottom right corner. X is slightly sticking out. Col- rectangle with a circle. Checkmark is in the circle ⭕. Top of checkmark is sticking out on right side. Maj Gen- triangle 🔽 with a circle ⭕ in it. There are Inspections. God Spyro inspects his team. Other people from his team inspects the other 2 teams. Won't be the same person. Tadashi is the nicest at inspecting. Akahiro is the strictest and Yukio is 2nd. Akahiro is the Head Official of Archer Unit. The Spirit Guardians are like a real military.
The Guardians also practice formation. Spyro is the most busiest man in the Spirit World. He does the most work and is in charge of both teams. He probably won't have that much time for Sid but will make it. Spyro uses wind style and his fighting style is Spiritual Elite Arts. Great leader. Kitoro has great stealth and is also fast. Fast and quiet at the same time. Went to the Assassins Force. Stealth⁴. Friends with Spyro. Hinge #19: Daul Kitana (Twin Assassins). Twin/double blades count as one Hinge. He's like a ninja. Maniya scored a 5 out of 5 in the Power Test. Power⁵(level 5) her highest score. Hinge #8: Pandora. Can make copies of itself and the user. Can heal the person's wounds by stabbing yourself in the injured spot then say Pandora Unlock. Can also lock and unlock items. Doesn't like being called princess 👸. Apart of and the Head of the Central Crime Department/CCD with Doega. The word Head means that it's your department and you are the highest rank in the department. She is the Commissioner General. Japanese police rank.
Garner has red skin. Big and tall (Spyro's height) and is unable to wear standard uniform(top). He wears a special shirt top. Whenever he wears any top, his shirts all rip. He's so swole that his shirts ripped. Hinge #39: Hercules' Might or Demarusa. An arm blade(not regular blade look) weapon that is spawned from his right hand. Nickname- Red(by Doega). The top of his hand has a mark on it/spawn from. Is very friendly and likes playing with kid. Loves reading and has his own library. Green eyes and and black hair. Monocle on left eye. Mustache and beard combo. Friends with Spyro. Power⁴. Doega is the meaner half of his sister. Can be rude sometimes and is mean. Hair color is white(a darker white/grayish). Defense³. Sword Keeper. Keys to the swords and Hinge Room. Spyro's friend and brother in law. Hinge #58: Rain. Lightning style. Twin blades with lightning carved on it. Twin blade summoning differs. 1.) Both blades come from your palms. 2.) Weapons come from a palm(left and right hand/not together).
When it rains, he gets a little crazy and reckless. Last names are different. He was taken away from his family and the guy took him then changed his name to his. Grew up differently from Maniya. Rank- Crime Inspector. CCD. Was once called the White Demon/White Lightning Demon. Didn't like Spyro at first because he thought he was up to no good with Maniya. They even fought each other(this was after the Guardians Test was already taken). Etatsu is very short. Red hair and red eyes. Spyro's friend. Took the Guardians Test at 16. Hinge #61: Typhon's Bane. Dual tonfas. Nicknames- Red Velvet. Red. Lil Red. Apart of the Master Chef Unit and helps with the Suply Forc. They make sure the supplies and materials are safe. Used to be in the Messenger Crew and the Assassins Force. Graduated from the Assassins Force with the highest scores. Very fast. Trained by Kaori Yoshida when she was 15. Kaori was trained by her mother in law, Goddess Saida Atahata.(sie-dah).
Aereasa has long red hair and red eyes. Close friends with Spyro/ his first friend.Tall. Hinge #11: Ares. Staff weapon. Fire style. Sexy and beautiful. She's always making herself look good. Apart of the Scout Team and the Messenger Crew. The Scout Team do missions outside the gates of Godowa. Her father Aereasē, passed Ares to her. The Manara's also passed the Hell's Guardian position. They watch/monitors the Underworld and Hell. Have portals/ Keys to the Underworld and Hell. Quainga is a Subordinate not a Spirit Guardian. Has been a Subordinate for years. Subordinates have diffent attires. They don't own Hinge blades. If a person loses their position, they usually keep their Hinge blade. Unless you want to. If you die, your Hinge blade will magically be sent to the Hinge Room. Quainga is very tall. Brown hair and eyes. Technical Degree. Great inventor like Eyashi. Goatee..
There aren't any souls in the Spirit World. It won't make sense for these tainted souls to go to this pure place filled with large spiritual energy. There are 36 hours, just like military time. The Defense/ Guard Team are stationed closer to the gates of Godowa. The old team was the Mercenary/Weaponist Team. Cap Majamora Kajkann(male/kawj-can). They wore green in in their uniforms. Great swordsmen. Power lines have spirit energy/spirit lines. Spirit beings have to pay their spirit bills. Hybrid animals.
Doega” I see you got my sister's old Spirit Kid. Interesting choice." Spyro” Ever since that day, I know he has something special in him and I'm going to bring it out of him. Just you wait.” Doega” We'll see.” Spyro” As you know we have ourselves a new Subordinate. One of you will have the honor of showing him we're the best team in Godowa. Doega take him.” Doega” I'll show him everything I know. What is your name kiddo?” Subordinate” Hisoku Esi and you are?” Doega” I'm Doega Uninge and I'm the Warrant Officer of the team.” Both begin to know each other a little bit better. Spyro is only with Doega and Hisoku at the time. Hisoku is black with glasses. Spyro was called a prince by Doega and Hisoku got a little excited. He was freaking out about the prince thing. You're a prince. A help is heard. Spyro” Lets head out.” Doega” After you my prince.” Spyro” Yeah yeah.”
A spirit being summons a weapon then tries to cut a civilian but Spyro puts his arm(left) in the way and it doesn't even graze him/not even flinching. Spirit being” How could this be? He's not even trying.” Spyro” Of course I'm not. You're not worth my time.” Spirit being” Why you!” He takes him out with a Super Kick like maneuver. He Is now under arrest. Spirit World's prison/jail has lots of room. It's pretty much it's own world. There's a slim chance of escaping. Spyro threw a special item that looked his body up. Esi” That was amazing. You took the guy down without using brute force or killing him.” Spyro” You have a lot to learn my friend.” A scene shows a group called the Moon Guardians. They are not apart of the Spirit Guardians or the other departments.
The Moon Guardians are the protectors of the sun and moon. They make sure Daylight and night are balanced. A group appears but aren't the Moon Guardians. Man1" With these disguises, no one will recognize who we are. After this we'll impersonate the Spirit Guardians.” Woman1" We are the best impersonators after all.” Man2" We have already have tons of money. It's time for us to step up our game a little.” Woman2" What do you mean?” Man2" We got to take something with a more price value to it. Then we'll be in business.” Woman3" You're right but what should we go after next?” Man1" I think I have an idea.” Someone enterupts them but they dispose of the person.
Next scene. Spyro and Kitoro are shown performing Spirit Cannon training. Two Spirit Cannons will clash together. Both people must keep their Spirit Cannon balanced and not over power the other. When done correctly, both will explode at the same time. This is a good exercise for working with your teamates. Kitoro” How is that Subordinate of ours doing?” Spyro” He is doing fine and is moving faster. I guess it's time to check on them.” Kitoro” Agreed. Wait. What do we have here? There seems to be a lot of people here.” Spyro” Lets go check it out.” They go and ask people. Kitoro” Why is there such a commotion?” Elder man" We've been robbed. Those bastards will pay.” Elder woman” They've even got to the banks.” Spyro” They got the bank. This is getting serious."
The impersonators are shown. Man1/Theodore(means gift of God in Greece/leadebald)” All we have to do is make it look obvious. We have to get them to think we're easy then we'll be able to attack. They won't expect it.” Woman2/Ophelia(means help in Greece" Excellent plan sir." Theodore" We'll start at the Everyday Agora(means to gather together in Greece/is a market place in the Spirit World). An easy target.” Other members: Woman1/Evangeline(ev-an-jel-een)/(bearer of good news). Man2/Atticus(Latin/means from Attica). Woman3/Iris(origin: flower name; Greek/means rainbow 🌈/black). Different scene. Aereasa is with Etatsu. Aereasa's stomach begins to growl.
Aereasa” I'm getting hungry.” Etatsu” We can't work on an empty stomach. Let's get a bite.” Aereasa” Lets eat at the Spirit Apataste(apatite and taste combined).” Etatsu” Their lines are always too long. What about the Spirit Dine?” Aereasa” Lil Red that place has to much crime rate and is a disgusting environment to be around. But we can make do.” They go to the restaurant. The person who took their orders is smiling as they leave. He has a red glow in eyes. The impersonators are waiting and watching. About 25 minutes later, Theodore uses a Manipulation maneuver and the people at the restaurant are under his control now. The others are at the Everyday Agora. The customers begin to rally up. They attack each other.
Doega yells at Esi. Spyro” Calm down. No need to yell." Doega” Sorry but his progress has regress.” Spyro” I thought he was improving. That doesn't matter. There's been an urgent matter. The Spirit Dine had a rally.” Etatsu” We were just there.” Spyro” Time for us to make our move. Wait. Where's Garner.” Aereasa “ Haven't seen him since this morning.” Everybody agrees. Spyro” Great. Two problems. Garner is by himself and locked up. He wakes up. Where am I?” He tries to muscle out. Ophelia” I wouldn't try that. Even someone as muscular as you can't break free.” Garner” Who are you?” The rest of the members show up. Next scene. The Defense/Guard Team is shown. What will happen with the Impersonators. Find out what happens next time on Part². “To Be Continued”

Is this an appropriate place for a cisgender writer to ask questions regarding writing trans characters in a respectful way? I’ve tried the ciswritingtrans group, but it’s not very active.
I’m writing a story that includes humans from our reality and a subset of humans who have access to what is essentially magitech. I’ve encountered a plot point that I realized would make much more sense if the main love interest were trans. One aspect of their magitech is that it makes transitioning relatively simple from a physical standpoint. They can wear a gender-affirming device that regulates their hormones, and surgeries can be performed with very little recovery time. The society of this subset of humans also celebrates individuality and personal choice. My trans character will experience dysphoria by having fears of growing up “dainty” even after receiving his gender-affirming device as a child, so he will have compensated by strength training and become more muscular than is typical for his people. Having the character be trans provides a way for me to showcase the capabilities of the magitech and the societal values of individual choice by having it be very personal to his background.
His father is a human from our world, and his initial struggle with his son’s transition will be a plot point in the book. A negative aspect to this magitech is that it can be used by a villain to lock down a person’s mind with cognitive dissonance, and the only way to unlock it is to find the mental key. His father will be a victim of this tech, and his lock will be memories of a baby daughter that he can picture so clearly in his mind that he is also completely certain does not exist. People from the magitech society can’t imagine that a parent would not simply retroactively attach the correct gender (once known) to older memories of their child if they guessed wrong at birth, so a transgender child being the key never occurred to the people trying to help him (they don’t know his son is trans either). Another character will eventually realize that humans from “normal” Earth struggle more to accept that their children grow in ways they don’t expect and determine that the nature of the “impossible daughter” that was keeping his mind locked could be a trans child.
My questions are basically:

1. Would trans readers find a trans character that has very little struggle with their identity (apart from an affinity for the gym) in an accepting society as boring or inauthentic? Other than his father’s struggles, being trans is not a significant focus of his storyline.
   
2. Would my idea of having a father’s struggle with giving up a cherished memory of a daughter as the solution to a mental block puzzle, which becomes a milestone on his journey to accepting his trans son, be seen as too contrived or even offensive?
   
3. I don’t intend to ever discuss the exact physical nature of his transition, other than implying he’s had top surgery. I’m not having explicit sex scenes, so a detailed description of genitals isn’t something that will ever appear organically. Is this a good approach, or would trans readers prefer more specific information on his transition in order to feel a connection with him?
   
4. The shortened version of the character’s name will be the same as a nickname his parents used for him when they believed he was a girl. Is this okay, or will it be seen as a kind of deadnaming? His name given at birth will never be mentioned.
   
5. Do you see any red flags I haven’t identified?
   

If I’m going to do this, I want to make sure I’m doing it right. I have so much outlined for this character since he’s the primary love interest (I’m starting to love him myself, LOL), but I don’t want my lack of lived experience to have me write him in a way that will make eyes roll. Since he’s from a fictional society, his experiences will be different from someone in the “real” world, but I still want trans readers to connect with him. All opinions are welcome.

I’m writing a story that includes humans from our reality and a subset of humans who have access to what is essentially magitech. I’ve encountered a plot point that I realized would make much more sense if the main love interest were trans. One aspect of their magitech is that it makes transitioning relatively simple from a physical standpoint. They can wear a gender-affirming device that regulates their hormones, and surgeries can be performed with very little recovery time. The society of this subset of humans also celebrates individuality and personal choice. My trans character will experience dysphoria by having fears of growing up “dainty” even after receiving his gender-affirming device as a child, so he will have compensated by strength training and become more muscular than is typical for his people. Having the character be trans provides a way for me to showcase the capabilities of the magitech and the societal values of individual choice by having it be very personal to his background.
His father is a human from our world, and his initial struggle with his son’s transition will be a plot point in the book. A negative aspect to this magitech is that it can be used by a villain to lock down a person’s mind with cognitive dissonance, and the only way to unlock it is to find the mental key. His father will be a victim of this tech, and his lock will be memories of a baby daughter that he can picture so clearly in his mind that he is also completely certain does not exist. People from the magitech society can’t imagine that a parent would not simply retroactively attach the correct gender (once known) to older memories of their child if they guessed wrong at birth, so a transgender child being the key never occurred to the people trying to help him (they don’t know his son is trans either). Another character will eventually realize that humans from “normal” Earth struggle more to accept that their children grow in ways they don’t expect and determine that the nature of the “impossible daughter” that was keeping his mind locked could be a trans child.
My questions are basically:

1. Would trans readers find a trans character that has very little struggle with their identity (apart from an affinity for the gym) in an accepting society as boring or inauthentic? Other than his father’s struggles, being trans is not a significant focus of his storyline.
   
2. Would my idea of having a father’s struggle with giving up a cherished memory of a daughter as the solution to a mental block puzzle, which becomes a milestone on his journey to accepting his trans son, be seen as too contrived or even offensive?
   
3. I don’t intend to ever discuss the exact physical nature of his transition, other than implying he’s had top surgery. I’m not having explicit sex scenes, so a detailed description of genitals isn’t something that will ever appear organically. Is this a good approach, or would trans readers prefer more specific information on his transition in order to feel a connection with him?
   
4. The shortened version of the character’s name will be the same as a nickname his parents used for him when they believed he was a girl. Is this okay, or will it be seen as a kind of deadnaming? His name given at birth will never be mentioned.
   
5. Do you see any red flags I haven’t identified?
   

If I’m going to do this, I want to make sure I’m doing it right. I have so much outlined for this character since he’s the primary love interest (I’m starting to love him myself, LOL), but I don’t want my lack of lived experience to have me write him in a way that will make eyes roll. Since he’s from a fictional society, his experiences will be different from someone in the “real” world, but I still want trans readers to connect with him. All opinions are welcome.

For the past two nights, I've had extremely vivid dreams that both included horses (but in different ways). A little background, vivid or super realistic feeling dreams aren't abnormal for me, but having them multiple nights in a row kind of is. I've never had horses in my dreams before two days ago. Also, I apologize if my descriptions aren't detailed, I have aphantasia so visual memory doesn't exist for me. Now, onto the dreams:
The first dream was a video game-esque war type dream. I remember specifically that there was a Big Evil Bad Guy that needed to be killed for the war to end, there was magic involved, and most importantly, there were warriors riding horses. The horses were, of course, big and powerful, and I remember these horse riding warriors being a big reason the war ended. I can't remember their color, mane styles, or specifically what they looked like, but they were obviously big and strong/muscular. They were war horses, obviously.
In the second dream, I was hanging out with a friend and my brother. I'd like to note that the friend was a fictional character my brain created while my brother was my actual brother who exists in the real world. We were riding bikes when we decided to go to the ranch owned by some relatives (fictional characters). When we got there, I remember looking at all the horses there. There were mostly light brown/tan colored horses, with darker manes. They seemed the normal size for horses. Then, while looking at the horses and having a short conversation about it with my friend (fictional character) and my brother (based on real person), a spirit of a dead relative (fictional character) appeared. I strongly recognized this person in the dream and became excited to see them. They called me by a nickname, that in this dream world, they would have called me as a child, and I remember being filled with joy in that moment. I remember hugging the spirit person. Then suddenly the ranch and spirit were gone. Instead, my friend, brother, and I were in an old daycare. There was a working tv and VCR with a tape nearby. I put the tape in and it was a (fictional) compilation of clips from stuff happening at the daycare that included (fictional) clips of myself as a child at various ages. It felt weird and surreal to watch. Then the dream ended.
Again, I've never had horses in my dreams before. Both dreams felt extremely real and vivid. Also, the fact that both dreams were vastly different from each other but both included horses makes me interested in what it could mean. Also, I haven't even been watching or looking at anything that involves horses IRL and I've never even ridden a horse so it's not a case of IRL seeping into dreams. I'd be happy to hear any interpretations!

For the past ten years, the Capital have been reveling in the universally acclaimed Hunger Games phenomenon known as the Golden Victor era. This era gave the Capital the most popular and iconic victors that the history books declared as the epitome of what being a champion of Panem was all about. The Capital was especially surprised that it lasted as it had, starting with Jase Toliver of the 11th Hunger Games representing District 3 to the most recent iconic entry in the lineup Laika Brown representing District 12. Head Gamemakers Capricorn Luther and Balthazar Grimstone were to thank for such incredible games and were awarded presidential medals of honor by President Rain himself. Now that Grimstone’s five year contract had expired, it was time to pass the torch to the new Head Gamemaker Priscilla Cardew. Capital citizens kept their fingers crossed that she would deliver their next Golden Victor.
Laika Brown had been enjoying great success studying to become a geologist while her mentor and fellow victor Andrew “Corpse” Beckford (victor of the 10th Hunger Games) kept her home orphanage up and running. She continued to visit the retirement home she formerly worked at and would continually talk to Candace Freeman (victor of the 4th Hunger Games) on the phone. A couple months after erecting a statue of her father in Plasma Square, she was called to participate in the reaping tour for the 21st Hunger Games. Whenever she wasn’t obligated to tour the districts and pull names out of a bowl, she was found in the hoverjet lounge area pouring over log books, schematics, and safety manuals for the District 12 oil reserves and gold mines. The first stop at her home district was the most stressful after reaping two twelve year olds named Calsie and Reese (12). The only other eventful reaping was in District 2 after everyone had to see Atlanta (2)’s reaction to her ex boyfriend Cicero (2) winning the reaping games and title of male tribute. Atlanta demanded a retrial as she didn’t want to fight alongside him, but Daria Wood (victor of the 1st Hunger Games) put a stop to her whining by pinching her ear and whispering something indiscernible.
After a while, Laika arrived at her third to last district: District 11. She was enamored by the beautiful colors of the flowers and various fruits surrounding her but became enveloped by the thick humidity of the rainforest. Mayor Recife and the district's only victor Savannah Pickett (victor of the 6th Hunger Games) greeted her and gave her a tour. Despite the heavy humidity, Laika enjoyed her tour and had the opportunity to sample a newly brewed chocolate with chili peppers. Laika used some of her victor’s money to buy chocolates, coffee, and exotic fruits, pleasing Savannah when she declared the mango as her favorite. Laika had a lunch of arapaima filet and fruit salad at Mayor Recife’s office. She noticed Savannah’s stern expression and advised herself not to speak to her. Eventually, she was ushered to the reaping stage and was nervous. The despondent green clad youth didn’t help and she gave a rushed victor’s speech. Mayor Recife instructed her to choose a name from the female reaping bowl. Laika walked over and plucked a name from the top. She unfolded the paper and read the name of seventeen year old Melonie Sanchez.
A few murmurs and youths breathing out in relief were heard while the cameras searched for the district’s new female champion. Some of the children began whispering to themselves upon hearing Melonie’s name, insinuating they were aware of her. The cameras found a girl with light skin, green eyes, and brown hair who was trembling and wiping away tears. As the peacekeepers escorted her to the stage, Artemis was given the background notes. Melonie was the third of five children who all worked in the coffee industry. Melonie was usually found picking coffee from the fields and delivering the baskets to the grinding machines. On her off days, she was a substitute teacher at the preschool. Artemis checked the neighborhood gossip and discovered Melonie was popular in school and many boys swooned over her. Artemis said she should’ve known this as she was one of the few youths with makeup. Melonie sheepishly shook Laika’s hand before being shoved into her place on stage when hesitating. Laika was urged to continue and stepped closer to the male reaping bowl. After fishing through the bowl, she chose a crumpled piece of paper. It read the name of sixteen year old Martin Bogota.
The camera panned through the sixteen year old section trying to find this year's male tribute. Before anyone assumed he somehow ditched the reaping, a short boy with coconut brown skin and face plagued with acne stepped out into the aisle. His greasy curly hair rested on top of a pair of thick squared glasses and his open mouth gape revealed crooked teeth. His ears looked as if they were too big for his head as they seemingly reached out to catch every sound around him. His only desirable feature was a small button nose but unfortunately that couldn't save anything. As he walked, a creaking noise drove attention to the cherry on top of his unfortunate appearance: a barebones metallic prosthetic leg attached to his right that seemed ever so slightly too short compared to his regular leg. Him walking down the aisle showed he was still capable of walking albeit with a limp. The notes Luther pulled up revealed that he was the second youngest of five and a lowly fruit washer. Artemis rudely said, “Clearly he didn’t use that water to wash himself.” Artemis was curious as to how he lost his leg but Luther was disappointed in her hygiene comments and said she could wait. Martin hobbled over to the stage trying to ignore Savannah’s look of pity and resignation. He shook Laika’s hand and silently moved to the other side of the stage. Mayor Recife hesitantly congratulated this year’s tributes and dismissed them to the tiny town hall.
Melonie was visited by her parents, siblings, and her boyfriend Pablo. Melonie was a nervous wreck. She was scared of dying and didn’t want to leave her family. Her parents comforted her and told her that Savannah was a great teacher. Pablo took it a step up and reminded her of how skilled and beautiful she was. He pleaded with her to utilize the trade skills and gave her permission to “flaunt her beauty” to gain sponsors. Melonie was ripped from a kiss by the peacekeepers and sent to the hoverjet. As for Martin, his parents didn’t have many words of encouragement. Due to his disability, they felt his death was inevitable but they didn’t have to say this out loud. However, his parents wouldn’t let him talk down on himself and tried to assure him he was strong. His younger sister Petal innocently said that he could get a new leg if he won. Martin hugged her and embraced his family one last time, thanking them for everything. He was wrenched from their embrace and dragged to the hoverjet.
Melonie was on the couch in the lounge area lamenting over her situation. Her face was buried in a throw pillow so she didn’t notice Martin entering the room. Martin limped towards the bar wanting a drink. He nearly tripped over a chair which made enough noise to capture Melonie’s attention. She rushed over and offered to help him but he insisted he caught himself. He took a proper seat at the bar and grabbed a bottle of straight tequila. Melonie wanted to discuss potential strategies for them to gain sponsors but Martin thought it was pointless for him. He cemented his statement by gesturing to his acne riddled face and his prosthetic. He pointed out how easy it would be for her since she was beautiful and to not waste time on him. A voice from behind him said, “Don’t sell yourself short. There’s more to a person than looks.”
The voice belonged to their mentor and District 11’s sole victor Savannah Pickett. She grabbed the bottle from Martin and inspected his metal leg. Wordlessly, she fidgeted with some of the screws and managed to extend the bottom bar a smidge while Melonie watched in awe. When ordered to stand, Martin was amazed to see his legs were now even length. As he tested them out, Melonie commented how she knew about her company Hamaguchi Prosthetics but wasn’t aware she had mechanicals skills. Savannah said her fallen ally Arisu’s family taught her. She beckoned Martin to the dining table while avoxes wheeled in the lunch trays. Savannah gave her mentees a few minutes to piggishly fill their stomachs. Melonie was confused as her parents always lectured her about manners. Savannah claimed to understand the starvation many citizens had to endure, making a snide comment on how much produce the Capital takes. However, she reverted to the standard rundown of the pregames events.
Savannah explained the importance of sponsors and used the sponsors she received in her games as examples. Melonie revealed her boyfriend gave her permission to flaunt her body to arouse viewers and wondered if this could work. Savannah rolled her eyes and didn’t hold back how disgusting she viewed it but admitted it would work in her favor. She went on to ask what skills she had. Melonie had some muscle from carrying the coffee baskets. She then skimmed through her substitute teaching job. Savannah said it was a start and said, “If you could deal with toddlers then the fufu Capitalites should be a walk in the park.” When asked about weapons, Melonie’s face fell as she didn’t use blades for her job. She did mention playing camogie during the short recess but not enough to go by. Savannah’s eyebrows perked upon hearing this and said she could help her master the camogie. Savannah directed the same questions to Martin.
Martin told Savannah that there wasn't much to say as he had zero skills in all categories. He added that with only a week until the games, he probably won’t build enough skill to last five seconds. Offended, Savannah told him not to say such things about himself and that she was sure that they could find something. She asked him what he liked to do when he wasn't working. Martin shrugged and admitted most of the time he just sits by himself doing nothing or sleeping since his disability rendered him useless in every extracurricular activity. On the occasion one of his parents forced him out of the house “to get some fresh air”, he would observe the camogie games down by the pitch and sometimes keep track of the points scored.
Savannah didn’t want to argue and thought it was better than nothing. She declared that during the week he can try out new skills and see what fitted him. She offered to show her mentees some hurling skills in the next carriage over. Melonie immediately accepted but Martin asked if he could stay and watch previous games recordings instead. Savannah agreed but insisted he promise to take part in future parts of training.
Savannah took Melonie in the training carriage. Inside was a camogie simulator to test the drive. Melonie immediately went to work and practiced her drive. She was shaky at first but after some practice and a few pointers from Savannah, Melonie was able to drive the sliotar up to eighty yards. Savannah mentioned reading her file and wondered why she volunteer tutored with kids when she could have seized another work opportunity. Melonie said her parents and two older siblings were almost never home so she had to raise her younger siblings herself. They were twins and were in the same preschool class, so Melonie volunteered so she could keep watch over them. Savannah knew how she felt since one of her brothers just had a baby. She grumbled over how there were almost no “rich” people in District 11 besides herself and wished the Capital let them keep some of their supply. Melonie shrugged and chalked it up to their products being that good.
As the two girls returned, Martin was just finishing watching Savannah’s games. Martin had several notes dedicated to her allies Pedro and Arisu. Savannah tried to ignore the screen and read Martin’s notes. Martin admitted that despite the low hopes, he thought seeing the only two handicapped tributes would give him ideas. Melonie asked if he had any but Martin shook his head. He had a prosthetic leg while Pedro and Arisu had missing hands, so there wasn’t much comparison. Melonie thought that Arisu being the runner up had to amount to something and buttering up the Capital could get him a similarly upgraded prosthetic. Savannah admitted she had a point but Martin still had no hope. He shouted that Melonie was beautiful and skilled while he was ugly and didn’t amount to anything more than washing papayas. He stormed out of the room. Savannah sighed and said she knew all too well how he felt. She dismissed Melonie to her quarters for a short nap before they arrived in the Capital.
The Capital had become visible and the tributes were awake to marvel at the extravagant architecture. As the train pulled into the train station, Melonie was preparing herself while Martin was staring at the plethora of different styles of hair and makeup. Savannah pulled him from the window and gave him a pep talk. Martin promised to at least try and make a good impression despite his imperfections, gesturing to his face and showing off his crooked teeth. Melonie wasn’t ready to flaunt anything so she considered starting with a “girl next door” act, claiming to get the phrase from a book. Savannah opened the doors and introduced her tributes to the crowd of Capital citizens. Despite having the third lowest turnaround this year behind Districts 9 and 6 respectively, District 11 had one of the most positively received first impressions of the year. This was mostly in part to Melonie’s charisma and stunning good looks. She struck a variety of poses for the many cameras surrounding her. One of the photographers was a talent scout for the Pristine Paragon, a popular Capital fashion line. He said that if she won, she should call him and become a model for them. He even revealed that Corpse Beckford (victor of the 10th Hunger Games) had made a few of their magazines. Melonie appreciated the offer and promised to accept if he sponsored her.
Meanwhile, Martin wasn’t seen by many but those that did marveled at his prosthetic. Martin gave a retelling of Savannah fixing it and exaggerated the dizziness of walking in circles while testing it. A Capital woman asked why he couldn’t have simply bought a Hamaguchi upgrade himself. Martin sternly said he was dirt poor and “couldn’t afford dental let alone a new leg”. Some of the attendees laughed when he showed his teeth after saying this. Another claimed he could get new teeth if he won but Martin had already stomped away. Savannah ushered her tributes into the limousine after being bombarded with her fans.
The entourage arrived at the accommodation building in record time. Waiting by the elevator was the new stylist Demeter Stallings. Savannah wondered what happened to Hanson Jollyberry, her old stylist, which Demeter claimed he retired after winning a hefty prize at the Silver Coin, one of the Capital’s most popular casinos. The four arrived at the eleventh floor and Demeter immediately got to work. Melonie rushed to the bathroom while Martin had his measurements done. Demeter asked about the acne and offered to give him a special cream. Martin said anything was better than coconut oil. Demeter pulled out a tin of yellow cream and applied it to his face. Martin winced as his face turned red and began to burn. After a moment, Demeter gave him a mirror. Martin was taken aback by the results. Every pimple, acne scar, and blackhead was completely eradicated and left nothing but pure smooth skin. Melonie returned in time to see the finished result and complemented his new complexion. Martin was in stunned silence while Demeter finished up the measurements. She decided to dress Martin as a peach tree while Melonie would be covered in strawberry vines. Melonie rearranged all the vines Demeter placed on her to make it look almost like a flowing robe while Martin was painted to look like a tree. Savannah was not so approving of the very basic costumes until Demeter revealed the fruits to be real.
The parade was the opportunity for all Capital citizens to get a good look at this year’s tributes. Savannah ushered her tributes through the tunnel and towards their chariot. Melonie and Martin were intimidated by the muscular career tributes who were already plotting a potential alliance. After they walked past the District 3 chariot, Melonie questioned if they would make ideal allies. Savannah said that she would have to wait until training to be certain of their usefulness. Martin sarcastically suggested trying for the careers while she was at it. Melonie thought that was something to consider and thanked him for the idea. Martin tried to ignore the stares from other tributes, all mostly staring at his leg. He in particular didn’t enjoy the smirk Genera (5) was sporting but ignored her nonetheless. After arriving at their chariot, Demeter gave their outfits a final inspection and offered tips. Savannah stepped away to talk with previous year’s victor Laika Brown when she beckoned her over to ask for any updates on Jansen Toliver. Martin wouldn’t stop brushing his clean face and Melonie chuckled over it. Martin thought he would have to live with it for all his life and wondered why the special cream wasn’t available to the districts. Melonie thought it was still in the experimental phase but Demeter shook her head. Martin thought it unfair and considered it another example of the Capital’s cruelty. Melonie whispered to him not to let this affect his potential for sponsors. Savannah returned and wished them luck as the chariots pulled forward.
The chariots rolled out and the tributes became visible to the audience. Violet and Merde (1) wowed the audience with their designer clothes and were given extra points for eviscerating a Barron Moriarty ragdoll tossed to them by the audience. District 2 nearly ruined their chances when Cicero (2) nearly nudged Atlanta (2) off the chariot and received a slap in response, but an impromptu kiss brought them back in good graces. District 5 was a big surprise as Genera and Simmer (5) made excellent use of their dynamite costumes which exploded into confetti. In an unusual turn of events, both Heather and Bergen (6) were asleep in their chariot which greatly disappointed Mutt (fangroup of weakest tributes) fans yet was ironically humorous since their costumes were alcohol bottles.
After the mediocre lion costumes from District 10, District 11 was ready to shine. Melonie charmed the entire Capital with big smiles and free strawberries from her vines costume. After nearly all of the strawberries were gone, she tore off some of the vines and the outfit became more revealing, barely concealing her private parts. Melonie used this to slowly eat the last of the strawberries while seductively posing for the camera. Martin didn’t put much effort in his performance outside of throwing his peaches, disregarding whether audience members caught them or not. Suddenly, one purple braided citizen threw his peach back at Martin and it struck his face. Martin nearly toppled into the oblivious Melonie and angrily searched for the culprit. He yelled, “What’s the matter perra pequeña? My peach not sweet enough for ya?” He continued to hurl Spanish curse words at the culprit and soon began directing them to the audience who was laughing at him. At the end of the parade, the title of Blanco Fashion Magazine’s Best Dressed was awarded to District 5 for their creative dynamite costumes.
Back at the apartment, Savannah admitted the two did surprisingly well. Through gritted teeth, she told Melonie her striptease was good quick thinking. She criticized Martin’s attitude and warned him of the potential haters. Martin didn’t seem to care at first until Savannah revealed the post-parade comments. Despite the immediate amusement of the audience, later comments criticized his attitude and chalked it up to “short man syndrome”. The nicknames began flowing in, such as “Pegleg Pedro” and “Lanky and Skanky”. Melonie was horrified by the cyber bullying and wanted Savannah to turn it off. Savannah instead filtered the comments to ones about Melonie. The Capital seemed to adore Melonie and she was already one of the most popular tributes. Melonie suggested to Martin he could stick with her so the positive reception would eventually rub off on him. Martin refused to please the people who got off on ridiculing him but Savannah warned him of the consequences. She recalled the travesties Tris Plummer (victor of the 8th Hunger Games) had to endure being targeted by the gamemakers and her treatment by the Capital after she survived. Savannah warned him that he would be next if he kept it up. Martin sighed and apologized. Melonie hugged him and promised to be by his side the entire time. Martin retired to his room. Melonie asked Savannah if he had any chance of winning. Savannah couldn’t say as he reminded her of herself during her games. Melonie promised to keep an eye on him. She then asked about her chances. Savannah said that she was one of the best mentees she ever had and would be over the moon if either of them won.

Hello !
So... I'm rei_mayo, and I have a little bit unrealistic project. I create OCs and I imagine characters in lore what would they be in game.
I'm French, so I'm sorry for my bad English ! I prefer precise that there is just original or official content in the post ! This is just from the currents versions of the game and from my head !
Since one year, I work in my free time on this project and there is multiple things :
-First part : the lore of the project, like the background and the location ;
-Second part : the relics, and the elevation materials ;
-Third part : the characters, and the banners ;
-Fourth and last part : the plot of the history (in the big lines).
I prefer to precise why I do this. When I play video games, I love to create characters when it's possible, and in MiHoYo games, it's not possible... But, create characters that only me like, it's very selfish, so I would like to present them to have notices if they are fantastic !

First part :

So, the history would be in a location called the "Shìjiè-Chuán of Xianzhou" (nb : mean Ship-World (世界船) in Chinese). The Shìjiè-Chuán is the capital and the most important part of the Alliance. A little time after Lan became an Aeon, Yaoshi asks to an Emanator to kill the Emperor of Xianzhou and to make a plague mark in the original planet of Xianzhou.
Lan discovers that and he purifies the planet, kill Abominations, destroys the plague mark. With the remains of the planet and the Xianzhouan (?) planet, he creates a huge boat, the Shìjiè-Chuán.
For comparative, the Shìjiè-Chuán is so huge that all the other boats can fit in with no problem. It's contains important locations like :
-The Judgment Palace : The place where the Ten Lords and the Generals Arbiters judges the most dangerous criminals. Despite the fact the criminals are jail in the Xuling, they really are judge in the Shìjiè-Chuán.
-The Starry Streets : Streets where neon, big screens and buildings are. The popular streets of the Shìjiè-Chuán, mix of tradition and modernity.
-The Fallen Garden : A garden where plants of all the planets who were saved by the Hunt are. It's also the place where the Yamato was before the Emanator of Lan gets him.
-The Shackling Prison : The prison of Xianzhou, where all the criminals of the Alliance are located. In the depths of the prison, just one person is remained... Shuhu, Emanator of Abundance.
-The siege of the Ten Lords Commission : The place where all the Ten Lords (not included the Fallen King and the Stellar Queen) are when there is no process. It's also the place where all the Judges, the Wraith Wardens and the Aurumations are when they don't have missions.
-The boats Goldsmithery : The place where the boats of the Alliance are repair. Actually, the Cangcheng is here for reparation after the destruction of Rahu.
-Other places... How to discover them ? Play~
And here is some clarifications !
So, who is the Marshals ?
In my idea, Hua is a false Marshal, to cover and hide the Shìjiè-Chuán, but she's really powerful. She would be a Fu Hua expy... And I will talk about her later...
The reals Marshals are Rei -The Fallen King- and Xingxing -The Stellar Queen-.
Rei is the Emanator (and the only) of Lan. Called the Fallen King because of a legend, he's considered like the most powerful person of the Alliance. He carries a divine katana called the Yamato-Shinigami. (nb : Yamato > Yama, Hindu god and judge of the dead. The Chinese god Yanluowang or Yanluo Wang has his origins in Yama. Shinigami > Death Kami). I will talk about him later.
Xingxing (nb : star (星星) in Chinese) is an Emanator of Nous and a Eclairor (?) of IX. Called the Stellar Queen because she uses stars with martial art for fight, she done renovations in the Shìjiè-Chuán for make it more modern. I will talk about her later too.
The Marshals are the boss of Xianzhou and of all the factions who follow the Hunt, like the Galaxy Rangers. They rule all the commissions, and are very important, but they rule different commissions. For example, The Fallen King rule the Cloud Knights, but the Stellar Queen rule the Artisanship Commission. The only Commission they rule together is the Ten Lords Commission.
Who is the Ten Lords ?
In my idea, the Ten Lords Commission would be composed with eight Lords and the two Marshals, and that would be the Ten Lords. In game, it's said that nobody knows where the commission is despite the members of the Commission them-self, but she would be in the Shìjiè-Chuán. The Ten Lords would be :
-The Fallen King ;
-The Stellar Queen ;
-Yuen (I will talk about her later) ;
-Styx, an Emanator of Finality and a member of the Galaxy Rangers (I will talk about him later);
-Athena (I will talk about her later) ;
-and other people... NPCs, so we don't care about them.
Who is really Hua ?
In my idea, Hua would be a "Marshal". When she (in my mind, she's a she) appears in public, she is the Marshal, but in the Shìjiè-Chuán, she's judge like a General. Her title would be the "Fenghuang" (nb : phoenix of Chinese mythology).She would be in the General of the Cangcheng when he would be repair.
But... The Cangcheng is destroyed, no ?
Yes, he was devoured by the activated planet Rahu. But in the year 8098 (so two years before the game), Rei destroyed Rahu (and killed ~10 000 000 000 of abominations). That liberated the remains of the Cangcheng, and Xianzhou is trying repair him.
Why Shuhu is in the prison ? Shouldn't be dead ?
Technically, she's in prison, but it's precised that nobody knows if it's the really Shuhu of not. In fact, in each prison of Xianzhou, a few reproductions mecha-organics were made by the Stellar Queen for hide the real Shuhu. In the Shìjiè-Chuán, she's just a spirit, seal in a transparant box cell. She just wants to talk with five persons : The Fallen King, the Stellar Queen, Yuen, Blade and Jing Yuan. The unique persons who know that Shuhu is alive are the Ten Lords, the Generals and the Stellaron Hunters. Her real body and remains are with the Abundance, but originally her remains were with Xianzhou, and her spirit was with the Abundance.
Now, here is some more lore that I created :
The Trinity of the Abundance :
If you never see Yaoshi, THEY have a lot of plants in THEIR representation. There is a wheat, a bramble, and a large tree.
I imagine that the members of Abundance considered that these three plants are divines. For them, the wheat represent the immortality, the bramble represent the price to pay for become immortal and the thanks to Yaoshi, and the tree represent the life the Abundance offer to the mortals.Traditionally, the Emanators must wear one of these three symbols. For example, Shuhu wears brambles for gives her blood to Yaoshi.
At the opposite, each plant that the Hunt has purified is considered as a sin. For example, each lotus in the Xianzhou Alliance is a sin for Abundance. But the lotus in the planets of Abundance are holy. The lotus is the incarnation of Yaoshi THEM-SELF, but only if it's in a planet of Abundance.
Rakshasa and Luocha :
If you know Luocha, I think I don't to explain that is said that he's related to the Abundance. And Luocha is an other name for "Rakshasa", a type of evil spirit of the Buddhist mythologize who are cannibals. So, I will tell you who they are :
So, after the planet of Luocha get destroyed and his wife gets killed under his eyes, Yaoshi gave to him immortality and powers to become an Emanator of Abundance. Luocha asks to resuscitated his wife, but Yaoshi tells that THEY will do that if Luocha destroys one of the different boats of the Xianzhou Alliance. But Luocha, who was a doctor in his original planet, cannot do that. But the time past, and he couldn't do that... But Yaoshi implants an sort of mara in him, like an evil spirit, so Luocha decided something.
I imagine that Luocha create a another corpse/puppet with remains of different corpses, and transverse the evil part of him in this, but not his powers and his immortality, to trying to find an another way to resuscitate his wife. He create a coffin with powers of Abundance for conserve the corpse of his love, and decided to leave the Abundance, and became a interstellar merchant for trying to discover how to resuscitate his wife.
But Yaoshi couldn't accept that. So THEY gave powers and life to the puppet contained Rakshasa, and THEY gave immortality. And Rakshasa became an Emanator of Yaoshi, for avenge him and Yaoshi. But because he was born from Luocha spirit, he has his savior of doctor.
Rakshasa tries, with Shuhu and the living planet Rahu, to destroy the Shìjiè-Chuán. But the Stellar Queen fought him, and "kill him". But Rakshasa false his death, and he takes with him the remains of Shuhu.
Rakshasa is known for his cannibalism and for his experiences. He's like a Dottore in term of personality, but more crazy and more psychopathic.
The Yamato-Shinigami and the divine spirits of the Hunt :
So, what is the Yamato-Shinigami ?
This saber is an odachi created by Lan, to purge the Abominations and for the Emanators of Lan. So, Lan created this saber with a galaxy and imaginary energy for this first Emanator, but when he dies, Lan hid the saber in the Shìjiè-Chuán for the next Emanator... A long time ago, Rei meditated in the Stellar Garden after the death of his mother, and the Yamato has called him. Since this event, he and the Yamato are lied and the odachi is his saber.
Lan doesn't choose the Carrier of the Yamato, but it's the saber himself who choose his owner. The saber has only two owners in his life : The first Emanator of Lan and Rei.
Lan doesn't place the powers he gives to his Emanator in the Emanator, he place the powers in the Yamato. More the Emanator does miracles and heroics acts, more the Emanator gain the power. Actually, Rei have 100% of his powers, but there is a state more powerful : the Resonance.The Resonance is a phenomenon that caused when the willpower of the Emanator and the willpower of the Yamato are the same, and the power of the Emanator are increase so much that the people say when the Fallen King reach this state temporary, he becomes powerful as a Aeon.
But this state can be permanent, if the willpower of Rei became so strong that him and the Yamato become just one. The spirit in the saber changes his form according to who is the person who meet him. And he doesn't fight, the spirit of the Yamato-Shinigami doesn't fight with Emanators. The Yamato measure ~225 cm/~7,3 feet, and his pound is unknown. (The pound depend of who carries the blade. Very light for the carrier but very heavy for the other)
But what are the divine spirits of the Hunt ?
Do you know the Lighting Lord ? I think yes.>! In the lore, it's "said" and showed that the past General of the Luofu, Teng Xiao, uses the Lightning Lord, like Jing Yuan. But not the same sword, because of the Starfall Reverie has been forged by Blade when he was Yingxing.!< So I imagined that :
The first Generals, when they passed away, Lan take there spirits and gives a lot of power. Since the creations of these spirits, they are give to the Generals, until they choose to retire. Then, it's give to the next Generals, and this cycle is repeated. These spirits are unlike of the spirit of the Yamato, because they don't give their powers and doesn't are in a weapon. Plus, the spirit of the Yamato can't fight with his carrier.
Technically, the General Arbiters are Emanators, like Rei, but the divine spirits changes all. Rei does have powers of Lan/The Hunt and he has the Yamato-Shinigami, but if he fights without, he changes nothing (just the fact that the Yamato uses as a multiplying for the slashes. But if the Generals fights without the spirits, it would changes. (it's a theory/created lore, so please, not rude in comments !)
So the divine spirits would be like the reasons why the Generals of the Hunt are considered as Emanators.
So, now, I think the first part is finish... Let's go to the second part !

Second part :

The relics :
For the relics, I imagine some relics and some planet ornaments :
1 : Set of the Tearful Child of the Moon :
Memories of the Moon's Child : Beyond dreams, the tearful child of the Moon remembers his mother during the day, and finds her again at night. The child of the Moon is said to protect his mother from nightmarish creatures as she searches for her lost husband among the stars.
Protective cuddly toy of the Moon's Child : Beyond dreams, the tearful child of the Moon protects his mother with his teddy bear during the day, and finds her again at night. It is said that the child of the Moon is always accompanied by his faithful teddy bear, which the Sun himself is said to have woven for him.
Moon's Child pajamas : Beyond dreams, the tearful child of the Moon protects his mother and walks the land by day, and finds her at night. The Moon Child is said to always be dressed in extremely light blue pajamas, and to protect him from any enemies he may encounter.
Warmth of the Moon's Child : Beyond dreams, the tearful child of the Moon protects his mother, the Moon, during the day, and joyfully reunites with her at night. It is said that the child of the Moon never despairs because of a gift from his mother, his maternal love.
Effect :
2 pcs : Increases Imaginary DMG by 10%.
4 pcs : Increases CRIT rate by 15% and the CRIT DMGS by 25% for 2 turns after the porter uses his skill or his ultimate. Not cumulative.
2 : Set of the Blazing Goddess.
Divine Crown of the Blazing Goddess : A crown of incandescent flowers that ignite the hope of being rescued. The crown shines like a beacon for a castaway, and illuminates the hope of new and flourishing days.
Divine brambles and roses of the Blazing Goddess : Bracelets sinking into the flesh and blooming incandescent roses of blood, awakening Beauty to the divine state. It is said that these roses are the most beautiful in all existence, and that it only blooms in contact with the blood of Beauty.
Divine dress of the Blazing Goddess : A burning and brilliant dress, making even the stars admire it. The flames of this dress conceal inestimable treasures, the words and thoughts of Beauty, which leave in diamond whispers and stellar sighs.
Graceful step of the Graceful Grace of the Blazing Goddess : Beautiful shoes covered in burning flowers, growing roses with every step. It is said that the whole universe could not help but admire these flowers with their incandescent beauty, and that the flowers admired Beauty itself.
Effect :
2 pcs : Increases DoT by 20%.
4 pcs : Increases DoT by 15% when an ally or the porter deals DoT to an enemy. Increases fire DMGS by 15% when the porter uses their ultimate. The effect lasts 2 turns and can be accumulate 3 times.
3 : Set of the Keeper of the Fighting Will.
Ancient helmet of the Keeper of the Will : An old ancient helmet found on the ashes of a battlefield. When putting it on, you can hear the soldiers screaming and fighting, while the previous owner of this helmet beat to the rhythm to galvanize his troops.
Galvanizing Wands and Drum of the Will : Ancient drumsticks accompanied by a drum found on an old battlefield. If you strike the drum even once with the old sticks, you can feel your body filling with the will to fight.
Ancient chain mail of the Keeper of the Will : An old, slightly battered piece of mail, found on an old battlefield. Despite the age of the armor, it shines with a burning brilliance of an insatiable will to win and fight.
Ancient sandals of the Keeper of the Will : Old solid wooden sandals found on an ancient battlefield. When we put them on, a thrill spreads through our body, and a will to victory and battle is triggered.
Effect :
2 pcs : Increase Energy Regeneration Rate by 20%
4 pcs : For each enemy eliminated thanks to the porter's ultimate, increase the Energy Regeneration Rate by 5% and the DMGS by 15% for all the allies for 2 turns. The effect can be accumulated 3 times.
4 : Set of the Hopeless Plague Doctor.
Terrifying mask of the Hopeless Plague Doctor : The mask of a doctor who kills, destroys, and inoculates plague and immortality to the mortals. The hope go away and the despair arrives, to condemned all the patients, and give their blood to the greatest of the greatest Aeon, the Abundance.
Needle claws of the Hopeless Plague Doctor : The claws of a doctor who kills, destroys, and inoculates plague and immortality to the mortals. The plague in one, the despair in another, the immortality in another and the last takes the blood of the patients to give to THEM.
Calamity dress of the Hopeless Plague Doctor : The dress of a doctor who kills, destroys, and inoculates plague and immortality to the mortals. The blood and the suffer of all the people who became patients of this mad doctor are in this dress... But there is also the benediction of the Abundance.
Bloody boots of the Hopeless Plague Doctor : The boots of a doctor who kills, destroys, and inoculates plague and immortality to the mortals. Blood. Just blood. Only blood. Blood of THEM. Blood of Abundance. But serve as the shoes of the doctor. Of the mad doctor.
Effect :
2 pcs : Increases Max HP by 15%.
4 pcs : When the wearer consumed their HP or the allies's HP, their CRIT Rate and their CRIT DMGS get increased by 6% for 2 turns. This effect can be accumulated 4 times.
5 : Set of the Godly Hope Doctor.
Kindly mask of the Godly Hope Doctor : The mask of the doctor who has acceded to the redemption. Before, he was a Emanator, who tries to destroy for heals his love. But now, he's a doctor, a healer, and a benefactor... Despite his kind mask, a deep sadness live in his spirit, but he always live with his mask who hide his suffer.
Holy gloves of the Godly Hope Doctor : The gloves and the pendant of a doctor. The redemption and the kindness breathe in those objects, who have heals so many people. An holy energy can be feel in these accessories, and all the kindness of a man who loved his wife live in this.
Greatest coat of the Godly Hope Doctor : The coat of the doctor who heals all his patients. In this coat, all of the kindness and the healing power of this doctor are concentrate, but there is, hide in the depths of the clothe, a melancholy... A melancholy of his ancient planet.
Divine boots of the Godly Hope Doctor : The boots of the doctor who always heals his allies. In those shoes, all the journey of this doctor is gathered... Even if a kindness is present, the deep sorrow of all the travels that is here.
Effect :
2 pcs : Increases Max HP by 15%.
4 pcs : When the wearer heals their HP or the allies's HP, their Outgoing Healing and their ATK increase by 20% during 2 turns. This effect can be accumulated 4 times.
6 : Set of the All-mighty Burning Father.
Effect :
2 pcs : Increases Max HP by 20%.
4 : When the wearer deals Break DMGS or Super Break DMGS, the wearer and the allies gains Stack of "Blazing Child", up to maximum 6 stacks. "Blazing Child" increase the HP, the Break DMGS and the Super Break DMGS by 20% for each stack, and when the wearer gains 6 stacks, then the Energy Regeneration Rate increase by 10% and the Super Break DMGS increase by 50%.
Now, it's time to present the planet ornaments !
1 : ~Set of the Judgment Ship~
Judgment Palace of the Shìjiè-Chuán of Xianzhou : Sealed within this planar sphere is Shìjiè-Chuán, sacred land of Xianzhou. The World Ship floats and admires a new starry landscape every year to escape the abominations. You can see the Palace of Judgment, the Star Garden, the Goldsmith of Ships, and all kinds of other places, each one as important and fabulous as the last.
Promise of the Lovers of the Shìjiè-Chuán of Xianzhou : In Shìjiè-Chuán, it is said that the wind and rain bring back the dreams and promises of old. And some say that the promise of two lovers kissing in the rain can be heard in the Star Garden.
Effect :
2 pcs : Increases the CRIT DMGS by 25%. If the CRIT Rate reaches 40/50, the CRIT DMGS are increase by 25%/35%, and the CRIT DMGS are increase by 10% each time that the porter uses their ultimate. The effect can be accumulated 2 times, and lasts 3 turns.
2 : ~Set of the Floral Echo of the Ashes~
Flowering ashes of Fjoralys : Sealed within this planar sphere is Fjoralys, a once flowery and warm planet. When the Destruction came, life and people on the planet all died. Not one survived. Except a little girl, daughter of the stars. Now, flowers of yesteryear rise from the ashes of Destruction, like a phoenix rising from the ashes.
Star goldwork of Fjoralys : In the flames of Fjoralys's destruction, only the stars and a little girl witnessed the massacre. And when life, flowers, and trees resurfaced, the stars cried with joy, washing the earth of all this sadness to put, in its place, colorful joy and flowers... Thousands of them.
Effect :
2 pcs : Increases DoT by 12%. If the wearer deals DoT to an enemy, then the DoT dealt to enemies increases by 26%.
So, let's go to the next part !
3 : ~Set of the Duality of the Rulers~
Starry Yin and fallen Yang of the duality of Rulers : Sealed in this planar sphere are two complementary wills, that of the two rulers of Xianzhou, a brother and a sister. Depending on the inclination of the sphere, we can see different memories appear and disappear, like fleeting winds facing the erosion of time.
Brotherhood of the duality of Rulers : Tears, blood, joy and friendship are condensed in these threads of destiny. It is said that the years erode certain things, but the threads of destiny grow and become denser to the rhythm of the emotions of the two Rulers.
Effect :
2 pcs : Increases Break effect by 12%. Each time that the wearer or an ally deals Super Break DMGS, the wearer gains a stack of "Rule of Flame", up to maximum 4 stack(s). A stack of Rule of Flames increases Break Effect by 20%.
4 : ~Set of the activated planet Rahu~
Floral sea of ​​lotuses of Abundance : Sealed within this planar sphere is the living planet Rahu, eater of Cangcheng and guardian of the lotus scourge. It is said that the living planet blows billions of lotus petals that rip the life force from humans and offer them to the abominations. On this planet lies its heart, the lotus floral sea, where abominations and Emanators bathe in the human suffering.
Bridge of Immortal Hope of Abundance : It is said that every Emanator must pass through the "bridge of immortal hope" if he wants to be in total symbiosis with his body. This bridge was carved from the flesh and blood of Yaoshi, after THEY fought with the Emanator of Lan thousands of years ago, and it now glows a beautiful blood red, and screams the damned who did not know how to listen to their bodies.
Effect :
2 pcs : Increases the CRIT DMGS by 10%. If the HP of the wearer reaches 3000 or more, then their CRIT DMGS increases 20% more. Each 1000 HP more than 3000 HP increase the CRIT Rate by 5%.
5 : ~Set of the Sacred Land of Annihilators~
Sacred Temple of Annihilating Destruction : Sealed within this planar sphere are the ashes of the old and new worlds, in the form of the Temple of Destruction. Everything in this palace has been destroyed by Nanook and THEIR Ravager Lords, and the Antimatter Legion pines and enjoys the suffering extinguished by the devastating breath of Destruction itself.
Petals and sobs of annihilating Destruction : On the planets that the Legion destroys, the Ravager Lords always bring back two things, a person, the sole survivor, and flower petals sticky with blood. The petals then mingle with the sobs of the last living creature, creating pitifully perfect flowers and trees.
Effect :
2 pcs : Increases ATK at 14%. If the HP of the wearer reaches 4000/5000 or more, then the DMGS of their ultimate and their skill increases by 15/25%.
6 : ???
2 pcs : ???
4 pcs : ???
7 : ???
2 pcs : ???
4 pcs : ???
So now, the elevation materials !
The Hunt : Ancient runny cord of the Divine Bow :
A thread who was once part of the Divine Bow of the Aeon of the Hunt, and who was emit after of a battle. It's now a shooting star. Used to level up Traces slightly for Hunt characters.
Purge Echo of the Divine Bow :
An image of the bow that Lan uses, who remain in the space and the time after THEY throw an arrow. Used to level up Traces moderately for Hunt characters.
Full Incarnation of the Divine Bow :
The bow that Lan uses, constitute by imaginary energy and stars, who can destroy space-times and galaxies. Used to level up Traces significantly for Hunt characters.
The Nihility : Fragment of lazy memory :
A glowing fragment of the memory of someone who has been blessed by the Nihility. Used to level up Traces slightly for Nihility characters.
Once nihilistic reminiscence :
The glowing piece of the memory of a past Eclairor of the Nihility. The rare images of the memories are colorless. Used to level up Traces moderately for Nihility characters.
Memory of an Auto-Annihilator :
A red glowing jewel, who contain all the life of an Auto-Annihilator. All the memories are scramble by the black sun. Used to level up Traces slightly for Nihility characters.
The Abundance : Godless tear of the Abundance :
Plague of the Immortal :
Suffering of the thousand recoveries :
The Harmony : (I don't have ideas, sorry T^T)
And for the other paths... You have to wait (Sorry T^T)

Third part :

For the order of apparition of the characters, it would be :
?.0 : Xixian (first phase) 5 star Harmony ; Thunde Yuen (second phase) 5 star Erudition ; Wind, with 4 star character
?.1 : Rakshasa (first phase) 5 star Abundance ; Ice/ Hua (second phase) 5 star Fire ; Destruction, with 4 star character
?.2 : Xingxing (first phase) 5 star Nihility ; Fire/ Rei (second phase) 5 star Hunt ; Imaginary
?.3 : Shuhu (first phase) 5 star Abundance ; Quantum/ Athena (second phase) Harmony ; Wind, with 4 star character
?.4 : Elio (first phase) 5 star Preservation ; Thunder (can change)/ Styx (second phase) 5 star Erudition ; Quantum.
So, who is Xixian ?
Xixian is the Lieutenant of the Shìjiè-Chuán. She's around 60, and she's a long-life specie. She wears a artificial arm, because Rakshasa cut off her arm during the battle of the Shìjiè-Chuán. She trusts the Fallen King and the Stellar Queen, but she's a little overprotective in them.
Xixian is a character of the Harmony who can increase different stats depending on the Path of the character. If it's a Destruction/Hunt/Erudition character, she can increase CRIT DMGS and ATK. If it's a Preservation character, she can increase DEF. If it's a Nihility character, she can increase the Effect Hit Rate and the DoT DMGS. If it's a Abundance character, she can increase the Outgoing Healing Boost. And if it's a Harmony character, she can increase ERR. Her bonus can last for 1 turn. Her ultimate can increase the duration of the bonus of the characters to 2 more turns.
So, who is Yuen ?
Yuen is one of the Ten Lords. Nicknamed as the Erudite, she's the most younger person named in the post of one of the Ten Lords. Despite the fact she's still a child/teenager, she's very wise and intelligent, and she's a very good strategist.
Yuen is a character of the Erudition that inflict wind DMGS. Her technique and her ultimate would change with her talent, Condensation. For example, less enemies are here, more DMGS are inflict : 5-4 enemies in the battlefield : Effect Zone ; 3 enemies in the battlefield : Burst ; 2 - 1 enemies in the battlefield : Unique target. But don't worry, you can choose what type of attack the skill does. Her talent can also increases her CRIT DMGS and ATK.
So, who is Rakshasa ?
Rakshasa is an Emanator of the Abundance, and he was the evil part of Luocha. His body was simply a puppet, but Yaoshi make his body organic... So he would be very flexible. He would fight with needle-gloves.
Rakshasa is a character of the Abundance who can heal... But with a particular way ! So, all the allies have a effect at the beginning of the battle : "Holy Sacrifice", who is his talent. When a character lost HP, the Holy Sacrifice absorbs his loss of HP, until a limit. The skill of Luocha can release the Holy Sacrifice for heals the ally, and makes the effect reborn. Release the Holy Sacrifice can increase the DMGS and the ATK of Rakshasa. Also, his talent take some allies's HP in each turn to increases the Holy Sacrifice. His ultimate, who would be an Burst, can uses the HP of the allies to increase the DMGS and the CRIT DMGS of Rakshasa, and then, he attacks the enemy/enemies. Then, he releases the Holy Sacrifice of all the characters to heal them.
His VA would be the same of Luocha, Craig Lee Thomas.
So, who is Hua ?
Hua is a sort of Marshal of Xianzhou. Even if in public, she appears as the Marshal, she's in reality the future General of the Cangcheng, and she possesses the divine spirit of the boat, the Inferno-Empress. Her nickname is the Fenghuang.
The Inferno-Empress would appears like a gigantic phoenix.
Hua is a character of the Destruction who deals Fire DMGS, but also Super Break Effect. So, the Inferno-Empress would be like the Lightning-Lord, but when shes uses her ultimate, the Inferno-Empress merges with her and she enters in the "Fenghuang" state. When she's in this state, every attack that Hua uses consumes her HP. But, each time that her HP get consumed, her Break Effect increase. The state lasts for 2 turns, and she inflects Super Break Effect. At the end, a sort of a ultimate attack is trigger and all the HP (even the HP that are not here, for example, if her max HP is 10000, but she only has 8000 HP, then her HP are going to be in -2000) are consumed and the Break Effect is increase in a certain value for each 500 HP that are consume, and she inflicts DMGS and Super Break Effect for the enemies who are in Weakness Break. She cans heal herself with the DMGS that she has done, but the heal cannot exceed 75% of her HP ! The Inferno-Empress deals Fire DMGS, and Super Break Effect to the enemies who are in Weakness Break.
So, who is Xingxing ?
Xingxing is one of the two Marshals of Xianzhou, the Stellar Queen, an Emanator of the Erudition, an Eclairor of the Nihility and one of the Ten Lords. She's the possessor of the Stellar Marks, a gift of the Erudition who can permits to create micro-stars and stellar flames to fight. With the power of the Nihility, she create black holes also for fight.
She's 17 years old, and she would uses the same model as for March !
Xingxing is a character of the Nihility who deals Fire DMGS. She cans add more DoT on enemies who already have DoT with her special DoT : Starburn, who can also inflects Burn. Starburn is inflect to the enemies with her skill and her ultimate. She can also reach multiple enemies because she does effect zone attacks. Her talent can increases the DoT DMGS she does to the enemies depending on their HP.
Her VA would be Judy Alice Lee (VA of Melinoë).
So, who is Rei ?
Rei is one of the two Marshals of Xianzhou, the Carrier of the Yamato-Shinigami, the unique Emanator of the Hunt, the chief of the Galaxy Rangers and one of the Ten Lords. Anyway, he's a very important person of the Xianzhou Alliance. He's from a forgotten planet, who has been destroyed by the Abundance. Rescued by the past Marshal, Lingyue when he was six years old, he quickly became one of the greatest fighter of the Alliance at his teenage years.
He is 19 years old, and he is around 1m96/~6,43 feet. (so I think he's one of the most tall character.). He's VERY muscular, and very handsome (according to me)
Rei is a Hunt character (an Emanator of this path) who deals Imaginary DMGS. His gameplay would be concentrate in the CRIT DMGS. Depending on the attacks, it's giving to him "Fallen Royalty" accumulations. When he has a certain number of this accumulation, he entering in the "Fallen King" state, who increased his CRIT rate and his CRIT DMGS and reinforce his skill and his ultimate. For his ultimate, it increases his CRIT rate and his CRIT DMGS, and he gives 9 slashes to the enemy. When he's in the "Fallen King" state, it's would increase his CRIT rate and CRIT DMGS, also gives XIII (4, 4, and 5) slashes to an enemy. For each slash that are a CRIT hit, an additional slash is inflect. Each additional slash increases the Rei's CRIT DMGS, and they do a CRIT vulnerability. If all the all the additional slashes has been concluded, then a last additional slash is inflect. When he does CRIT DMGS when he uses his ultimate in the "Fallen King" state, it's does another hit in the enemy.
Here is his description :
"One of the two Marshals of the Xianzhou Alliance, the Carrier of the Yamato, the Emanator of Lan and the Fallen King. Feared by his enemies, respected by his allies. He always wears a fickle smile, and he always brings death with him.
Lan, the Reignbow Arbiter entrust the Yamato to Rei, the greatest weapon of all the Alliance. As a great strategist, he's also a good brother. He knows all the Stellaron Hunters, and he's apparently in a relation with the Stellaron Hunter named Blade..."
His VA would be Kaiji Tang (the VA of Gojo).
So, who is Shuhu ?
Shuhu is an Emanator of Yaoshi, considered as the "daughter of the Abundance". She's always with a scythe made with the body of Yaoshi and with the bones of her victims. She has a very sense of the sadism and she hates the humanity for all they have done to her.
Shuhu is a character of the Abundance who deals Quantum DMGS. She has three skills : One where she consumes the HP of the allies for increase DMGS and CRIT DMGS, and she attacks the enemies. An other where she consumes her HP for increase DMGS and CRIT DMGS, and where she attacks the enemies. And the last where she attacks the enemies for steal the HP of the enemies for heals her and the allies. In her ultimate, she consumes her HP and the allies's HP for increase her DMGS, her CRIT DMGS and her CRIT rate, and she attacks the enemies for steal the enemies's HP and heals the allies.
So, who is Athena ?
Athena is one of the Ten Lords, nicknamed as the Protector. She's always with a owl named Zhìhuì (nb : wisdom in Chinese (智慧)), and is a real master of the strategy and the war inventions, but she's also one of the more oldest members of the Ten Lords.
Athena is a character of the Harmony who can increase the DMGS and the ATK of the allies with her skill. Her talent can increase all the allies's RES PEN and their SPD. Her ultimate can increase all the allies's CRIT DMGS for 2 turns, for a chosen ally, she cans place her owl for 2 turns, who inflict additional DMGS on the enemy/enemies who the ally attacks. Also, if the ally get attack, the owl defend them with a counterattack.
So, who is Elio ?
Elio is the chef of the Stellaron Hunters (and if you don't know that, you must haven't touch HSR). I imagine him as a cat (practically not imagine, because it's quite official, but not official, so you know), but he uses his puppet... I doesn't draw him because I know that his design already be... You know what. I imagine him very kind and mysterious.
Elio is a character of the Preservation who can predict the DMGS of the allies. His skill would be a shield. For his ultimate, it's would add a status for all the allies and him : "Forecast of the Script". This effect would last one turn, and would cancel all the DMGS the allies receive.
So, who is Styx ?
AH-HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ! You have to wait !

Fourth part :

The history would be in the Shìjiè-Chuán, and here is the principal plot :
First quest : " You and the Astral Express receive a mysterious call of Jing Yuan, who telling you that he have something important to said to you. The thing in question is that is a feast for the "saviors of the Luofu" (the Nameless) in the... Shìjiè-Chuán ?! Not time for chatting, Jing Yuan gives you the localisation of the mysterious ship, and the Astral Express start his new journey... "
Second quest : " After a few warp jumps, you finally reach the Shìjiè-Chuán, capital of the Xianzhou Alliance. After meet all of the Generals and the Lieutenant Xixian, it's finally the time for you to meet the Ten Lords, including the Fallen King and the Stellar Queen, real Marshals of the Alliance... "
Other quests...? You have to play~
The quest would be a quest long as Penacony... Maybe a little more... And there would be all the Nameless... Yes, Pom-Pom in the quest and he would use his powers ! If he has powers.
In the final boss of the Shìjiè-Chuán, the music would be like, if it's possible, of the song "Bad Apple". In the battle, the people singing for encouraging the ones who are fighting the final boss.
In the 1st phase, it's would be only the divine spirits who singing.
In the 2nd phase, it's would be all the soldiers and the divines spirits who singing.
In the 3rd and the final phase, it's would be all Xianzhou Alliance (yes, Lan included too !) who singing.
The "R" attack ( like the Dan Heng attack during the Phantylia fight ) would be all the divine spirits and the two Marshals conferring their power to the Trailblazer, and then, he/she slashes the boss.
So, it's the end of the post... If you have questions for clarify something, you can in comments, and I would be respond with pleasure !
Bye byeeeeee !

The Bondo apes (sometimes referred to as Bili apes) originated in the Democratic Republic of the Congo, but have also been sighted in the neighbouring countries, South Sudan being one. The Bondo apes were first reported in 2003 - being claimed to be bipedal apes over 6ft tall. They nest on the ground like gorillas, but have a diet and features characteristic of a chimpanzee. This diet includes mainly fruits, yet fascinatingly, the apes have allegedly been sighted eating small rodents, birds and even small monkeys. The apes have also been sighted hunting in packs, moving on their hind-legs, similar to a human. They have since also been nicknamed ‘lion-killers’ - for allegedly being responsible for the deaths of a number of different lions that invaded their territory.
In 2015, in an interview with a hunter named Faheem, more terrifying details of the mystery Bondo apes would emerge. Ethan Howard, a primatologist and zoologist from Kings College London, would visit Ibba on the border of South Sudan and the DRC. His goal was simple, to either prove or disprove the existence of Bondo apes. He went on a number of expeditions to a nearby rainforest - yet found no physical proof of the apes. However, in Howard’s interviews with locals - he unearthed some strange facts about the Bondo apes.
Howard interviewed Faheem (last name unknown), who was a hunter in the region for many years. He said prior to this incident he had heard rumours of the Bondo apes - but never believed them. The incident occurred with Faheem and his friend, about 10 years prior, when they underwent this horrific ordeal.
The two men were out hunting, with the day not being entirely fruitful so far. This forced them to continue their hunt even into the night, which Faheem notes is something they would only do in times of desperation (due to the dangers that the rainforest possessed). The men were crouched by a bush, hiding in the trees, waiting for the sounds of wildebeest or deer, when the sounds of something else would come from the darkness. What they saw would be far more frightening than anything they could imagine. Allegedly, a group of 12 bipedal figures emerged from the trees. The figures came out of the darkness slowly, one pair at a time, as if they were in a hunting formation. They had huge long arms, that dropped down to their knee caps, and a muscular frame all over. The hunters were shocked to see their faces - expecting them to be men - but being greeted by the unmistakable face of gorillas. The bodies however were far more slim and athletic than that of gorillas. Their looks combined with their bipedal, human-like nature, shocked the hunters into paralysis. The apes appeared to be on a hunt themselves, almost silently traversing through the undergrowth of the forest - scanning around. It was at this moment one of the apes raised his head: and made direct eye contact with Faheem. The pair of men froze in fear, as the ape grunted towards the rest of the pack. They all turned, slowly, in a way almost out of a horror film. Howard writes that upon the retelling of this story, at this point Faheem begins to stutter and struggle to get his words out - as if he’s reliving it. The hunter explains how one of the Bondo apes then lifted its head towards the sky - and began to howl. This howling was accompanied by the rest of them, who all in unison let out their own howls. A screech almost, towards the black night sky.
This was enough to unfreeze the hunters.
They both began to bolt, fleeing in two random directions. Faheem lost his friend in the chaos, only focusing on his own survival. He crashed through the undergrowth of the forest, dodging trees and vines, running as fast as he could to make his escape. He describes the thudding he heard behind him. The thudding of footsteps. When he looked behind him (at this point Howard describes how Faheem even gets choked up retelling the story), when he looked behind him, one of the Bondo apes was running after him. Running after him on two legs. To see a 6ft ape with the face of a gorilla - sprinting on its hind legs - Faheem could only run faster. He kept watching in horror, even whilst running in fear, and witnessed the ape drop down seamlessly to all fours and start leaping towards him in a more ape-like manner - gaining on him quickly.
He describes how as soon as he passed a specific part of the forest however, the ape stopped dead in its tracks. Faheem kept running a few seconds more, before stopping as well to turn around and check on his pursuer. The ape was stood there. As if held back by an invisible wall. It lifted its upper lip, and snarled at him. A couple of seconds later this was followed by howling from a different part of the forest, which was greeted by the ape breaking his stare, and racing off into the darkness after the howls.
Faheem told Mr Howard how he never saw his friend again. He explained how he had been ridiculed by his village for years after, that apes would never attack a human. For years nobody believed his claims, until wider attention was brought to the Bondo apes in 2015 in the Congo. Since then numerous skulls of the apes have been found, and more sightings have occurred. It’s theorised the reason that the ape stopped chasing Faheem so suddenly that night, is due to the Bondo apes territoriality. Faheem potentially ran into an area of forest (unknowingly) that was the domain of another troop of Bondo apes, that his pursuer knew to respect.
Whilst Bondo apes are still not credited scientifically as a species, it is not hard to imagine the likelihood of a species like this existing - especially with real accounts such as Faheem’s. A highly intelligent bipedal ape is not too genetically dissimilar to what we are ourselves - so the Bondo ape could potentially be the ‘missing link’. Whether existing or not - no one can dispute what Faheem saw in the forest that night. What countless others have described seeing. The bogey men of the jungle. The lion-killers of the rainforest. The Bondo apes of Central Africa.

The Bondo apes (sometimes referred to as Bili apes) originated in the Democratic Republic of the Congo, but have also been sighted in the neighbouring countries, South Sudan being one. The Bondo apes were first reported in 2003 - being claimed to be bipedal apes over 6ft tall. They nest on the ground like gorillas, but have a diet and features characteristic of a chimpanzee. This diet includes mainly fruits, yet fascinatingly, the apes have allegedly been sighted eating small rodents, birds and even small monkeys. The apes have also been sighted hunting in packs, moving on their hind-legs, similar to a human. They have since also been nicknamed ‘lion-killers’ - for allegedly being responsible for the deaths of a number of different lions that invaded their territory.
In 2015, in an interview with a hunter named Faheem, more terrifying details of the mystery Bondo apes would emerge. Ethan Howard, a primatologist and zoologist from Kings College London, would visit Ibba on the border of South Sudan and the DRC. His goal was simple, to either prove or disprove the existence of Bondo apes. He went on a number of expeditions to a nearby rainforest - yet found no physical proof of the apes. However, in Howard’s interviews with locals - he unearthed some strange facts about the Bondo apes.
Howard interviewed Faheem (last name unknown), who was a hunter in the region for many years. He said prior to this incident he had heard rumours of the Bondo apes - but never believed them. The incident occurred with Faheem and his friend, about 10 years prior, when they underwent this horrific ordeal.
The two men were out hunting, with the day not being entirely fruitful so far. This forced them to continue their hunt even into the night, which Faheem notes is something they would only do in times of desperation (due to the dangers that the rainforest possessed). The men were crouched by a bush, hiding in the trees, waiting for the sounds of wildebeest or deer, when the sounds of something else would come from the darkness. What they saw would be far more frightening than anything they could imagine. Allegedly, a group of 12 bipedal figures emerged from the trees. The figures came out of the darkness slowly, one pair at a time, as if they were in a hunting formation. They had huge long arms, that dropped down to their knee caps, and a muscular frame all over. The hunters were shocked to see their faces - expecting them to be men - but being greeted by the unmistakable face of gorillas. The bodies however were far more slim and athletic than that of gorillas. Their looks combined with their bipedal, human-like nature, shocked the hunters into paralysis. The apes appeared to be on a hunt themselves, almost silently traversing through the undergrowth of the forest - scanning around. It was at this moment one of the apes raised his head: and made direct eye contact with Faheem. The pair of men froze in fear, as the ape grunted towards the rest of the pack. They all turned, slowly, in a way almost out of a horror film. Howard writes that upon the retelling of this story, at this point Faheem begins to stutter and struggle to get his words out - as if he’s reliving it. The hunter explains how one of the Bondo apes then lifted its head towards the sky - and began to howl. This howling was accompanied by the rest of them, who all in unison let out their own howls. A screech almost, towards the black night sky.
This was enough to unfreeze the hunters.
They both began to bolt, fleeing in two random directions. Faheem lost his friend in the chaos, only focusing on his own survival. He crashed through the undergrowth of the forest, dodging trees and vines, running as fast as he could to make his escape. He describes the thudding he heard behind him. The thudding of footsteps. When he looked behind him (at this point Howard describes how Faheem even gets choked up retelling the story), when he looked behind him, one of the Bondo apes was running after him. Running after him on two legs. To see a 6ft ape with the face of a gorilla - sprinting on its hind legs - Faheem could only run faster. He kept watching in horror, even whilst running in fear, and witnessed the ape drop down seamlessly to all fours and start leaping towards him in a more ape-like manner - gaining on him quickly.
He describes how as soon as he passed a specific part of the forest however, the ape stopped dead in its tracks. Faheem kept running a few seconds more, before stopping as well to turn around and check on his pursuer. The ape was stood there. As if held back by an invisible wall. It lifted its upper lip, and snarled at him. A couple of seconds later this was followed by howling from a different part of the forest, which was greeted by the ape breaking his stare, and racing off into the darkness after the howls.
Faheem told Mr Howard how he never saw his friend again. He explained how he had been ridiculed by his village for years after, that apes would never attack a human. For years nobody believed his claims, until wider attention was brought to the Bondo apes in 2015 in the Congo. Since then numerous skulls of the apes have been found, and more sightings have occurred. It’s theorised the reason that the ape stopped chasing Faheem so suddenly that night, is due to the Bondo apes territoriality. Faheem potentially ran into an area of forest (unknowingly) that was the domain of another troop of Bondo apes, that his pursuer knew to respect.
Attached is a photo provided by Mr Howard, of one of the terrifying apes the hunter likely saw that night.
Whilst Bondo apes are still not credited scientifically as a species, it is not hard to imagine the likelihood of a species like this existing - especially with real accounts such as Faheem’s. A highly intelligent bipedal ape is not too genetically dissimilar to what we are ourselves - so the Bondo ape could potentially be the ‘missing link’. Whether existing or not - no one can dispute what Faheem saw in the forest that night. What countless others have described seeing. The bogey men of the jungle. The lion-killers of the rainforest. The Bondo apes of Central Africa.

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Name:

Artemis Aelius , Son of Apollo
Age: 15 (going on 16)
Pronouns/identity: he/him / male
Sexuality: pansexual
Height: 5'10"
Birthday: June 2nd
Personality:
He's really rather kind, and he expresses himself through music. He enjoys talking to people and is very outgoing. He's active to a degree, but prefers to just relax. He's more laid back, he doesn't get angry often but when he does you best watch yourself.
Physical Appearance:
He's blonde, long hair that has a kind of sun-swept look to it. His 'mother' is a drummer from Hawaii, so he gets his tanned skin from him. His eyes are a deep-ish green color, like the color of emeralds. And hes always wearing the necklace that was a gift through his dad from his other dad (Apollo). He's also rather muscular for someone who doesn't work out often. He also paints his nails often. On his forearm there's a tattoo of a sun.
Family:
Mortal Father: Keanu Aelius, a popular drummer from Hawaii that travels the world often. He told Artemis about his parentage when Arty was eleven.
Godly Father: Apollo, Artemis has never met him, but he does look up to him in a way. He's optimistic that perhaps he'll meet his father one day.
Grandma: Kailani Aelius, Keanu's mother. She's still living in Hawaii and Artemis and his father would visit often. She's a big part of Arty's life and he looks up to her. She taught him how to weave.
Uncle: Kai Aelius, Keanu's transgender brother. He travels with Keanu and Artemis, he's Keanu's manager. Artemis has a good relationship with him and the two often get into playful debates over different movie characters and musicals.
Father's Boyfriend: Amon Julians, Keanu's boyfriend and Artemis's future father in law. Arty sees Amon as a father figure, and while Arty was in a private school he lived with Amon. He was homeschooled while traveling, but Amon and Keanu agreed that Artemis needed a proper education, even for a little while.
Nicknames:
*Arty
*Art
*'My sun' (Keanu's 'nickname' for him)
*Moopuna (Grandson in Hawaiian, Kailani's nickname for him.)
Powers:
Major:
-Sound Manipulation
Minor:
•Legendary Sight
Domain:
~Charioteer Proficiency
~Star Writing
~Blindness Inducement
Weapons:
A sword usually, his necklace turns into a bow though, with a supply of arrows.
Extras:
-He plays guitar, but he dabbles in the other instruments.
-At his old school, almost all of the girls seemed to have crushes on him. To him it was weird, he felt like they were always watching him, but he enjoyed helping them anyway.
-He wants to be a doctor when he's older, but he does love instruments and singing.
-If you touch his guitar without permission, you best hope he doesn't kill you.
-his hair is soft and fluffy naturally.
-He unintentionally flirts, very often.
-When he or someone else got injured, he usually hopped right to fixing them up, no questions asked.
Past:
Artemis grew up travelling. Keanu was a moving man, always packing and driving off. But he did make time for Artemis, always. He loves his son dearly. And every year they'd visit Artemis's Grandma, Kailani, atleast 3 times. She'd take them on special trips while in Hawaii, and Artemis always loved it.
While Keanu, Kai (Artemis's uncle), and Artemis were staying in Pennsylvania, they met a man named Amon. Keanu and Amon hit it off and started seeing eachother, they were a long distance relationship most of the time but they did manage visits often.
When Artemis was eleven, Keanu came clean to him about his other parent. His father, Apollo. Artemis was shocked. He'd always been interest in Greek mythology, he knew almost everything there is to know. And his dad told him that his *Favorite** God was his dad? That was pure and utterly shocking. Keanu explained to Artemis why the necklace he wore was so important to wear, and now Artemis refuses to part with it.*
When he turned 12, Keanu voiced to Amon that he wants Arty to get a proper education, for even just a year. Amon agreed and Arty lived with him for 6th grade. During that time, Amon and Arty got closer and Artemis helped Amon plan a future proposal to his father. Amon didn't want to rush anything, so he hasn't proposed yet, but Artemis helped him plan it out for the future.
The Monster:
Artemis had been sitting outside his dad's van, waiting for his dad to return from the store down the road, when a hell hound attacked him. He'd grabbed the nearest thing, a metal pipe that was lying on the ground, and hit the hound over the head. It obviously did nothing. So Artemis, in a panic, attempted to use his necklace like his dad had showed/explained to him. He touched the stone on his necklace and muttered somrthing, he's not sure exactly what it means, but it has to do with the sun. The stone dissolved and then he was holding a bow, a thing of arrows on his back. He didn't bother with the bow. He grabbed and arrow and stabbed at the hound. The hound dissolved, and Artemis stood there before his bow and arrows dissolved back into the stone that sat on his necklace. His father claimed him almost immediately, and he just stood there. Staring up at the symbol above his head.
Present time:
Artemis waved at his uncle and father, his backpack slung on his shoulder. His guitar was in its case and held at his side. His dad had insisted after the incident that he be taken to camp. 'It's safer,' was what he'd said.
"Bye, Papa!" Artemis called to his dad. "I'll see you this fall, right?"
"Of course you will, my boy," Keanu replies, smiling from the driver's seat. Artemis smiles, hitching his back up more and turning to walk up the hill, toward the campus border. Keanu watched for a moment before he drove off with a relieved sigh. His son is safe, he can stop worrying.

Corporal Shao Lin jogged along the trail at a steady pace. He’d run this route so often he could run it on autopilot. And as always, he thought of his fallen buddies. Pvt. Lee with his goofy smile, Pvt. Gonzalez always telling bad jokes to amuse the squad, Pvt. Tarn and that damn mustache he was always grooming, and his long time buddy, Sgt. Peake, who’d given him the nickname ‘Monk’ when they were still in basic. It used to annoy him but after seeing the nicknames he hung on other Marines, it could have been worse.
And he got his revenge by making Abu stick as his nickname. They’d been battle buddies in Recon for almost 6 years and been to hell and back for each other.
And now they are all gone. Their transport had rolled over a mine that he missed while walking point. Or at least that is how it was in his head, that he missed the mine and he killed them.
Reality was there was nothing he could do.The new Gax'ix mines were practically undetectable without probing for them. By the time the lab rats figured out a method to detect them, it was too late for his buddies.
The guilt was unbearable and got him sent back for rest and therapy. He spent 6 months there but they didn’t want to release him straight back to combat. But he was going stir crazy and convinced to let him do the equivalent of light duty by assigning him to a 3 man listening post on Tango III’s 4th moon. Normally a job for Navy techs, his company commander had pulled some strings to get him transferred there. And the 2 Navy techs were happy to have him. While atmosphere and weather were close enough to Earth norm that eva suits weren’t needed when leaving the bunker, it was still a dangerous place.
It was like Australia on steroids. Nasty insects, some so small you didn’t know they were there until they bit. And it hurt like hell, but it wasn’t fatal. Now those damn wasp-like things were.
There were plants that were not only poisonous to the touch or if dumb enough to ingest them, some of the damn things were carnivorous and big enough to consume fauna bigger than him.
There was even a tree-like flora, the Ginka, that had tendrils tipped with thorns that delivered a neurotoxin that would take down the rhino-like Vogroks. If that wasn’t bad enough, the damn things would wrap around anything that brushed one of those tendrils like an Earth anaconda.
And you could count on one hand the number of non-hostile fauna on the moon. They could still mess you up, they just didn’t go out of their way to do so. Like Hippos on Earth or Buffalo. The bodies of water were even worse with several ambush predators lurking in them.
He was pretty sure some of the squirrel sized Cleame would kill you if they could.
Needless to say, the techs were happy to have someone to help keep them at bay and Cpl. Shao was having the time of his life exploring the area. It was like the bush training they did in the Outback.
All the nasty flora and fauna just made it more fun. Except for the Rocs, those big flying bastards could ruin your day in a hurry. He wasn’t sure if his combat armor was even strong enough to protect against those talons, let alone the teeth and bite force of the maw.
Luckily, they preferred to hunt far larger prey to eat. Even the ground wanted to kill you. There was a particularly nasty creature under the sand like an oversized terran trapdoor spider. He got lucky in his first encounter with them, a Vogrok had wandered into range and was effortlessly taken down by one. But sticking to the nearby trees avoided them entirely.
Areas that looked like mud could slowly drag you down until nothing was left to be seen.He wasn’t sure but he guessed there was something at the bottom doing that. But this morning he was just out for a simple run and ran with minimal protection. Just his tough but light fatigues, chest harness carrying his radio, knife, fire starter, some water and a couple of protein bars. And of course, a couple of packers of TP. There was no way in hell he was going to tempt fate by using leaves around here. And his sidearm, loaded with inferno rounds. The incendiary rounds worked quite well against the nasty foliage around here.
He wasn’t sure what it was that did it but something brought him back from the past.. There were things your body subconsciously picked up that warned of danger but never what it was.
Training and combat taught him to stop and listen when that happened. He ducked behind a rock and tried to get his bearings. After a moment of thinking, he confirmed he wasn’t in a spot that contained any dangerous plants or animals.
He began to move cautiously but at an increased pace to a vantage point with a good view of the entire valley the compound sat in. As he crawled to the edge, he saw what had gotten his attention. A small Ruken assault shuttle had landed just outside the base. His mind automatically ran through the specs for it.
Crew of 2, able to carry 25 combat-ready Ruken or 100 tons of cargo. Limited range which meant a warship in orbit or nearby. 2 pulse cannons forward facing and a turret on the top with a single pulse cannon that had full movement to cover anything above the top of the shuttle.
He then scanned the compound and muttered under his breath when he saw the Ruken inside it and saw them inspecting the several outbuildings. The door to the comms center was also open and 4 Ruken were carrying out the bodies of his two comrades. They were also hauling gear to the shuttle.
After a quick count, it looked like the shuttle had its full complement of troopers. 25 Ruken troopers in combat dress and all he had was his sidearm and a knife. Hopefully one of the techs had locked the system down before they broke in. They wouldn’t be able to just transfer the stored data up to the warship. The Ruken were a reptilian-like bipedal alien with a pair of muscular legs below a torso covered in a thick hide along the back and sides but much thinner along the front. They had 2 unremarkable arms and a head almost human like in appearance, if you ignored the 2 tusks sticking out from their lower jaw.
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He still had a chance to prevent them from just taking up the equipment and accessing it that way. First things first, the communication system uplink needed to be cut off and taking out the transmitting tower was the best way. Fortunately it was just over a km away and he was able to reach it and wreck it within less than 20 minutes. But not before getting a coded message in morse code sent out.
Next was the shuttle but he needed a distraction if he was going to get to it unseen. As he snuck down the sides of the valley, he saw something that gave him a great idea. He picked several pieces of a type of berry as he went.
Once he was in sight of the perimeter, he cut a pair of fronds from a bush and put the berries between the fronds. He then used the butt of his knife to smash them into a paste. After they were crushed, he added a little dirt and mixed it together into a kind of paste.
He cut some leaves from another plant and trimmed them to his liking. Looking around, he found a dozen or so marble sized peebles. He also found a nearly perfect Y-shaped branch and small stick. Careful not to get any on himself, he dropped a pebble into the mixture, rolled it until it was covered in the mix and wrapped them in the small leaves. He did the same with all of them and put the finished pieces in another frond he’d rolled into a funnel. He rolled up the fronds with the last of the mixture. He moved as close to the open ground around the fence as he could. Taking one of the wrapped pebbles, he put it in the pouchlike leaf he’d strung between the arms of the Y-shaped branch. Like the Wish version of a lacrosse stick. Working his way around the perimeter, he randomly launched the pebbles into the compound. The leaves breaking open from the impact and spilling the goop covered pebbles out. Once he made his way around the entire perimeter and launched all the pebbles as he went, he snuck to the shuttle.
Hiding behind a large tree, he let out an imitation of the noise made by the 4 armed, monkey-like Jaquri. The cry echoed through the trees as multiple Jaquri responded to it. It wasn’t long before they caught the smell of the berry paste. The berries were one of their favorites and they would go ape-shit over them.
Before long dozens of them descended on the compound and turned it a chaotic free for all. They fought with each other over the paste covered pebbles and when a few Ruken made the mistake of getting too close, they thought they were coming for the treat and attacked them.
One of them made the mistake of shooting one. The cries made by the wounded Jaquri stopped their squabbling over the treats and focused on the threat. Ruken were swarmed over by angry Jaquri and every Ruken that shot at them, just brought them to the attention of the now extremely pissed off Jaquri.
Chuckling to himself, he snuck over to the shuttle and crept up on the lone pilot watching the chaos. Taking his knife, he stuck it into a vulnerable spot of the pilot and dropped him without a sound.
Dragging him into the shuttle, he went to the cockpit, smashed the controls and then smashed the databases from the listening post. He then took the rolled up fronds and smeared what was left of the paste all over the shuttle interior. Dropping the fronds on the shuttle ramp, he ran for the tree-line and climbed a particularly tall tree to watch the fun.
It only took a few minutes before a newly arriving Jaquri caught a whiff of concoction inside the shuttle. He smiled as he listened to it, smashing things as it tried to get to all of the mixture. It was doing a far better job of wrecking the shuttle beyond repair than he had time for. He’d only had time to disable it but they could do a work around eventually.
The Ruken had retreated into the comms center and shut the door. Over a dozen Jaquri and 2 Ruken were dead. The Ruken’s hide was enough to keep the Jaquri from doing more than roughing them up. The 2 dead Ruken made the mistake of having their helmets off.
Chuckling to himself, he thought about what to do next. He couldn’t just assault the compound, even in full body armor and his assault rifle, it was suicide. He had to break them into smaller groups first.
He took the opportunity to build some traps while the Ruken were still forted up. Nothing lethal, just enough to piss them off. He then laid a few false trails in different directions, built a fire on the opposite side of the base and then returned to his vantage point.
He mentally prepared himself then fired a pair of shots in the air. Ducking down, he watched the Ruken carefully check the area for the Jaquri. They’d already left after consuming all the berry mix they could find.
They fanned out and checked the compound. A couple checked to find those 2 Ruken were dead. Another found out what happened to the shuttle and the pilot. His yell brought their leader out to inspect the damage. A few others found his traps the hard way. One stepped in a hole just deep enough to trap the foot and leave the ankle free. As the Ruken fell, it snapped the bone of the lower leg. He screamed in pain and led several other Ruken to run into the trip wires he set. He could hear them cussing all the way up to his spot. That is when the leader realized all the damage wasn’t from the Jaquri, and began shooting orders to his men. They began purposefully searching the compound and found several more of his little surprises. Another found his false trail and called the leader over. He sent 6 of them to follow it. At that point his fire put up enough smoke to be visible above the treeline. He sent another 6 that direction. He had an evil grin at the thought of just what they would find when they got there. After that he began sending them out in pairs to search the area. 4 pairs walked in different directions and disappeared in the jungle. Another pair looked to be heading for the comms tower and the leader remained in the compound with a soldier and the remaining pilot.
Cpl.Shao guessed the Ruken leader would send someone to the tower. After all, the shuttle’s comms were wrecked beyond repair and they’d broken down the listening post’s transmitting equipment, which he also wrecked inside the shuttle.
He quickly but stealthily made his way to the tower. Knowing where he was going let him get into place before the Ruken found the way up to the tower. He hid behind a rock pile and watched. One of them started to inspect the tower while the other kept watch. It wasn’t long before the one on watch moved off towards a copse of trees just behind the rock pile Cpl. Shao was hiding in.
He slowly drew his knife, making sure to make no noise as he did. Waiting until the Ruken was looking the other way, he tossed a small rock into the brush. The Ruken immediately turned and took cover on the other side of the rock pile Cpl. Shao was in.
Cpl.Shao slowed his breathing and waited. In a moment, the Ruken raised his head above the top and intently scanned the tree line. He didn’t have time to make a noise before Shao drove his knife up into the bottom of his jaw and into his brain. Shao then grabbed the harness and yanked the dying Ruken onto his side. He slit its throat to be sure and searched the body.
All he found was a grenade, a knife and some synthetic cord about 10m long. He thought about taking the rifle but decided it was too bulky. Peaking over the rocks, he saw the other Ruken didn’t see a thing. He crept up until he was a couple of strides away. In one quick rush, he rammed into the back of the Ruken, knocking him into the solid metal of the tower. Before he could recover, Shao drove his knife into its throat and cut off any chance of a shout. The Ruken still had enough life in him to push backwards and push Shao backwards. It tried to take a step but fell on its face. Just to be safe, Shao inserted his knife to scramble its brains.
He took the same thing from the body as before and made sure the Ruken hadn’t figured out how to repair his sabotage.
He was making his way through the jungle to get ahead of one of the pair searching the jungle.
He chuckled when he heard the screams and sounds of weapons fire from near the fire he built. He wondered how many were close enough to the water for the one of the nasty things lurking there to grab them.
He’d built his fire on a little raft and pushed it right to the edge of the water. He was glad it wasn’t enough to cause an attack when he did. He’d hate to have to build it again.
He finally found the first pair of Ruken after 15 minutes of searching and checked the map inside his head to figure out where he was. He got ahead of them and found just what he needed. He looked around until he found just what he wanted. Hiding behind a downed log, he began to strike it with the butt of his knife in a rhythmic manner. Trying to get their attention and he was rewarded a few minutes later.
They were making their way towards him but not quite where he wanted them. So he took a branch from the ground and hurled it off to the side. The sound it made when it hit a bush drew their attention and they turned that way. He let them take about a dozen steps before rising up and threw 3 of the stones he’d picked up earlier. 2 of the 3 struck the tree he’d been aiming for.
The Ruken were close enough to draw the attention of a horde of the extremely pissed-off wasp-like things. The Ruken made the mistake of flailing around at them instead of running.
That just made more of them even more agitated and became the focus of the entire hive.
With their thick hides on the back and sides, they could have made a run for it with little damage. But standing still let the horde find vulnerable spots to sting them in and before long their venom began taking effect. He could tell by the way the Ruken began to stagger around before collapsing to the ground. He watched until they stopped moving, either dead or dying before sneaking off as quietly as possible. Last thing he wanted was those wasp things noticing him.
Once he was clear, he headed out to stalk the next group. He found them climbing the side of a hill but the route they were on was slow going. Once again he cut through the jungle and got ahead of them. As he got close to the top, he realized exactly where he was and almost turned back.
“The hell with it” he muttered to himself and slowly crawled to a spot that let him see the top of the hill. Just as he thought, nestled atop a nearby stone ledge was a very large nest. Even better, it was occupied by several hatchlings with 2 heads on long necks.
He crouched in the brush and watched Ruken reach the bare top of the hill. They heard the sound of the chicks and spoke to each other for a moment. They spread out and made their way to the cliff face.
He smiled thinking they were going to find out they made a very big mistake by approaching the nest. One of the hatchlings noticed the Ruken and let out a loud cry. It was answered a few moments later by a piercing cry from outside the valley. And each time that it was repeated, it was closer. At the last one, he ducked under a bush and tried to stay as motionless as possible.
A massive shadow passed over him and he thought his eardrums would explode from the shriek it let out seeing intruders by its nest. They raised their weapons and fired but the Roc’s hide was too tough. It landed close enough for one head to dart forward and grab a Ruken in its jaws. The other head then grabbed the lower half of the Ruken and they pulled him in half.
The other Ruken began to backpedal and continue firing but the Roc just thrust out a wing. The Ruken went flying over the edge of the hill upon impact.
Shao waited until the Roc focused on feeding the unlucky Ruken to its hatchlings before sneaking down the hill. He was about halfway down before he began to make his way to the side the other Ruken had been knocked off. He found him ¾ of the way down, smashed against a large tree and obviously dead by the unnatural angle of his neck and head.
He took the knife and grenade from the body but it didn’t have the cord. He was just about to move on when he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. It was the 3rd patrol and they had somehow made their way into the area of this patrol.
After a closer look he understood, they were following an animal trail and it worked its way near here. He scanned the trail ahead and smiled. He thought he’d find one close to it.
Judging the distance and figuring out how long it would take them to reach the spot he wanted, he could just make it. Picking up the Ruken’s body, he shouldered it and made his way downhill at an angle to get ahead of them.
He was beat when he got there but he’d made it in time. He went to a spot on the trail on the other side of a large tree with dangling vines. He set the body down and posed it on the trail. He then moved behind a large rock and watched.
The 2 Ruken came around the bend in the trail and saw the body. They began to make their way towards but suddenly stopped. After conversing for a minute they moved at a much more cautious pace. It became obvious they were looking for an ambush but they didn’t know what to look for.
Shao had that evil grin on his face as the Ruken began to walk under the Ginka tree. The one in front brushed against a tendril and it instantly wrapped around him. As it struggled, the tendril tightened its grip and began to lift him off the ground. The other Ruken pulled out his knife and rushed to help his friend, only to find himself entangled too.
Shao just hoped for their sake that the neurotoxin killed them before the plant began to consume them. He watched for a moment as more and more tendrils wrapped around them and lifted them into the upper parts of the tree. Grabbing the helmet off the corpse and tying it to his harness, he went to stalk that last patrol.
It was over an hour before he caught up to them. And another 10 to circle around a patch of that mud. He gently tossed the helmet into the middle of the mud patch. Luckily it was too light to start sinking right away.
He hoped they hadn’t gotten too far ahead, as he let out a yell, waited a moment and did it again. By the approaching sound, they were just heedlessly crashing through the jungle.
He watched from a spot in the branches of a nearby tree. They stopped at the opening and looked around. They noticed the helmet and spread out to the sides before they crept out onto the mud. They only made it a few steps before they started to sink.
They struggled to walk out but that just made them sink faster. Shao watched until they’d sunk to their chest before making sure they saw him walk away. That was for the techs.
He began making his way towards where he’d lit the fire, to see if any escaped. He practically ran into them as they were coming up the trail. But he took cover before they saw him. And they were a little distracted anyways. Two Ruken were carrying a 3rd between them. It was missing a leg, barely having escaped becoming lunch along with his leg. All 3 looked worn and frightened from their encounter with the water’s residents.
Thinking fast, Shao ran up the trail until he found what he wanted. A thick tree that forked about chest height. It took a bit to find the long and flexible pole he wanted. He trimmed the pole and jammed it into the notch of the tree, pounding it tight with a rock and then jamming another rock to keep it in place. Taking some of the cord, he secured the pole where it stuck out the front and back.
He pulled back on the pole and it bent back perfectly. He then took the 3 knives he collected and fixed them to the pole with more cord. If his calculations were right, they were spaced just right. He affixed one of the longer cords towards the end of the pole, making sure it would hold and carefully pulled the pole back until it was perpendicular to the road. He then secured the other end to a thick tree trunk and inspected his trap. A little dirt and leaves helped conceal the cord wrapped around a tree.
It was roughly 15 minutes later when he heard them staggering up the road. He stood as motionless as possible until they reached the spot he wanted. He took his knife and sliced the cord around the tree he was standing behind.
The branch whipped forward and drove the knives into their chest to the hilts. Shao ran forward and finished them off. He took knives from 2 of them. The one in the middle didn’t have one, probably left behind in his escape. None of them had grenades either.
Thinking back, he counted his kills and determined there were at least 9 left. 3 at base and the 6 that had set out to follow his trail. He set off at a comfortable pace to hopefully catch them looking for him and not holed up in the base. He skirted the base and reached the spot he laid down the false trail.
Tracking 6 Ruken was pretty easy and he caught up to them in no time. He looked at that mental map and found just the right place to engage them. He went deeper into the jungle and passed them before returning to the “trail” ( the canopy was thick enough to prevent the growth of most flora under them.) Shao started leaving an obvious trail and veered off into the jungle until he came to another animal trail. He made an obvious turn to run the trail until he reached the area he was looking for. The trail forked with one leading to water and the other deeper into the jungle. As he got closer, he began to get a scent of rotting meat. Just the thing for luring predators into a trap. He reached the sandy area after several minutes and this time he slowed down and laid a really obvious sign that he turned to the right and ran into the jungle again.. Staying way back, he circled around the edge until finding the spot he was looking for.
He really hoped the creatures hadn’t relocated themselves or his safe path was worthless. He took a moment to catch his breath before backing up and sprinting over the sand to the rock wall on the other side.
He looked back and saw some rippling as some of the creatures stirred but nothing else. He climbed up the rock wall and rolled onto the top to catch his breath again. After a few moments, he got up and moved some rocks to form a spot to hide behind. He went back and cut several bushes out of the ground and dragged them back to the pile. He checked each out and used the best one to help conceal his position.
He took the other bushes and placed them along the top at random distances so it looked like several other bushes were growing along the top of the rock wall. Hopefully it kept his blind from sticking out.
Once everything was ready, he took a grenade, primed it and hurled it over the sandy area to land in the jungle. The explosion echoed through the air and sent up a small puff of smoke.
He then settled down to wait. After 20 minutes, he was starting to give up hope that they’d found his trail. But he began to catch just a slight noise of someone or something trying to move quietly through the jungle.
He saw the first Ruken scouting ahead and then turning to wave the others on. Once they caught up it looked down and Shao smiled at seeing them follow his trail.
The Ruken on point was almost to the spot he’d crossed the sand. It was time to bait the trap. Shao drew his sidearm and in one smooth motion, he stood up and fired a shot at the pointman. The bullet hit the tree next to the pointman with the next 3 shots missing as well. Or at least the pointman would think they’d missed. He hit each of the 4 targets he aimed at.
He wanted them to think he was a lousy shot and they had little to worry about. At the pointman’s signal, the other 5 spread out and began to cross the sandy spot.
It didn’t take long for them to stumble into the range of the things hiding under the ground. Sand sprayed up as the creatures burst up from their sandy lairs and began dragging the screaming Ruken down with them.
2 of them stood at the edge of the sandy area, shocked by what they saw. He rose up again and put 2 shots into both of them. This time he took the long way around the sand to reach the Ruken he shot. They were a mess with large holes in their chest that were cauterized by the heat of the inferno rounds in his sidearm. He still moved with caution as he approached them and put a bullet in their heads to be sure. Searching the bodies, he took the knives and grenades but left everything else.
Only 3 left to eliminate but he hadn’t come up with a plan yet. Being inside the compound, he couldn’t exactly lure them into one of the dangerous areas in the jungle. As tired as he was, he had to jog back to base if he wanted to be back before dark. He really didn’t want to still be in the jungle when that happened. That’s when it became really dangerous.
He reached the compound just before the local sun dipped below the horizon. He followed the fenceline until he came to the gate, hidden behind a storehouse. Once inside he took the time to drink some water and eat a protein bar. He saw there was a light inside the shuttle. Were they trying to repair something?
He was about to step out when he heard the sound of someone walking the perimeter. It was the last Ruken soldier, which meant the leader and the copilot were either in the shuttle or in the comms bunker. He sat and watched the guard make his slow way around the perimeter twice before opening the door. Sticking to the shadows, he stalked the guard until reaching a good hiding spot.
Then he waited for the guard to walk the perimeter again. He waited until the guard had passed his spot before leaping out, pulling the guard's head back and slitting its throat. It grasped at the slit in his throat for a moment before slumping down.
Shao crept over to the shuttle ramp and made his way inside. The co pilot was trying to jury rig the shuttles comm system.
After a quick peek towards the comms building, he took one of the grenades, armed it and set it just inside the shuttle’s hatch. He then sprinted behind a stack of boxes that provided cover from anyone leaving the comms building or the shuttle.
He hoped their grenades weren’t the type that only exploded on contact. Just as the thought crossed his mind, a spectacular explosion blew out the cockpit window and set the shuttle interior a flame.
The door to the comms building slammed open as the leader ran out and towards the shuttle. It stopped in disbelief and that is when Shao fired 3 shots at the leader. It had impressive reflexes, diving for the ground at the sound of the discharge but not fast enough. He took 2 in the side but still had some fight in him. He struggled to get up and draw a weapon at the same time.
Shao sprinted over and kicked it in the face and then kicked it over onto its back. He raised his sidearm and put 2 in the chest and one in its head.
He scanned the compound and slowly made his way to the open door of the comms shack. He peeked around the corner and made sure it was empty. He mentally added up his kills and determined he got them all.
He slumped down against a wall and promptly fell asleep. He was exhausted and no longer had adrenaline pumping through his veins to keep him up.
It was light out when he was awakened by a sound. After a moment, he recognized it as the sound of thrusters from a descending shuttle. But he couldn’t make out if it was more Ruken or his message got through and the cavalry was here. He gave a big sigh and staggered up. Checking his sidearm and reloading it, he moved to the door. “Only one way to find out,” he said to himself and stepped through the doorway.
I hope you enjoy this story. It turned out much longer than I planned.
https://ko-fi.com/tomcarey in case anyone is feeling generous.

Tw: self harm and suicide
Hello detrans community. I am in the process of seeming appropriate therapy relating to my gender struggles. I would like insight in my above written question, so i’ll write out my personal history for context.
My issues with myself and viewing myself as my birth sex go back to around age 7, when i was firmly told i was and will grow up to be a woman. I still recall some kind of desperation and deel sadness that i have never been able to label. Ive always been bullied for my non-conformity and the older i got the more i learned how to behave. I always wore pants and shirts and refused skirts, but recall deep sadness and an uncomfortable feeling of wrongness when forced into dresses for church and theatre plays. I understood from a social perspective to conform is to avoid clashing with others. I did however enjoy interests in both masculine and feminine fields, and did not feel the urge to particularly dress as a “boy”. My hair was long and i was content with a pink tshirt as much as a blue one. I do mention i grew up around a bunch of metalheads, so that probably formed my perception too. Ive also always been really close with my dad and feel like i still am.
As soon as puberty started i started showing severe behavioural issues. (Rapid mood switches, depressive episodes, social withdrawal, self destructive tendencies) I immediately understood i was sexually and romantically attracted to both men and women, (even before puberty) and faced backlash for it. Both by family (even though they now managed to get around and not speak of it so much) and by my peers (i faced physical and verbal violence and attacks, luckily with decreasing amounts as time went on). Though, puberty brought on severe self harming and suicidal tendencies, i assume this was only a result of a life long of dissociative behaviourism and issues with my peer group and body (i for a long time assumed i just thought i was ugly in the back of my head, which i even believed for a little as a child when i got bullied, but i’m not, i would say i’m a quite conventionally attractive woman if i try. Which i did anyhow, because i thought thats what i needed. My first few teenage years i tried my best to look like a girl and in those years i attempted suicide two times and gained a history in self harm. I did feel happy, in this weird stomach-achey way, when i would get complimented. I really put on the femininity role THICK). I’d specifically seek out self harm after instances of same-sex attraction, and comments about my perceived body and womanhood, or when i would contemplate my future and the idea of disappointing the people i knew in different ways. I felt like i had not control. I could not grasp why it got at me this way.
Also, as a young child all the way to now, i’ve always done (tabletop) roleplay games as male characters. OR as hyper-feminine female characters (which eventually always fell to the background, while i focussed on the male characters). Ive read this was a stereotype so i’ll just write it here. Do i have to add i tend to hide this part from me from people? Only close friends know. If i tell anyone about this hobby i dont mention the fact i always interact as a man.
Online i always present male too. Even over call people believe me to be a cisgender male and i do not correct them. I always felt “wrong” having to “come out” for actually being a woman, even if its technically the truth.
At age 12 i came in contact with non-binary people on sites such as tumblr. I agreed with them, i did not enjoy womanhood. But i could absolutely not understood how well they coped with their bodies. (From what i saw). At about age 14 i found out about trans male youtubers and i felt HEARD. I had already sought for ways to hide my chest and stop my menstruation before ever seeing these people! Though, seeing this, i was ashamed. I didnt tell anyone until a year later (two close friends) and i still hide it away.
I now present myself as a very masculine woman, and i took up a nickname that seems male. I am muscular with short hair and get mistaken for a man at times. I don’t have a desire for children, but when i think about it, i would have liked to father children if i was born male. But this still doesnt scratch an itch for me. When i think of transitioning, or a future as a man, i do feel happy. Ive really tried to find sexual and social gratification as a woman (yet, never tried PIV, and was even born in such a way that makes it impossible for me to ever do that. I am happy with this. Ive never let anyone come near my sexual organs in such a scenario anyhow.) and to possibly write off these wants as trauma or self-image problems, but the thing is: i have a good bond with both my parents and great role models in both sexes. I have only had healthy romantic interests and relationships, and have no sexual trauma. I had a good youth outside of bullying at school. My loneliness really only came from my internal self, the shame i felt, without being able to name it. Not being able to tell anyone.
So now i wonder, if you made it this far! Do you believe i am just afraid of being trans, and coming out for it? Or is it maybe social contagion? And what kind of therapy would be beneficial in the process of figuring this out. Therapy is a requirement where i live to get trans medical care anyhow.
Thank you for your efforts in advance!

Here’s the script for desired reality that I made:
Name: Chase Jay Friskerman. Nickname: CJ. Age (DOB): 80 (01/05/1944). Nationality: American. Ethnicity: African-American. Personality: Cheerful, intelligent, funny, and happy-go-lucky. Hair: Small gray afro hair. Eyes: Brown. Body Type: Thin with muscular body. Height: 200cm (6ft 7in). Weight: 158lbs. Language: Any kind of language. Wealth: Fame, wealth, and power. Hobbies: Drawing, writing, cooking, and studying. Hometown: Houston, TX (born and raised in 1944). Elementary School: River Oaks (1949-1955). Middle School: Bob Lanier (1955-1958). High School: Lamar (1958-1962). Colleges/Universities: Texas Southern University and received a Master of Fine Arts (1962-1966). Lived: Los Angeles, CA (since 1972). Superpowers: Flight, super strength, teleportation, and healing.
Family names: The Friskermans Parents: Keith (08/01/1910) and Terri (07/30/1912) Siblings: Bruce (06/14/1940), Aaron (04/11/1942), Drake (03/31/1946), Sarah (05/25/1948), and Jerry (02/27/1950). Personalities: Cheerful, fun, perfect, caring, loving, and very sweet people. Superpowers: My siblings have the same powers as me. Hometown: Inwood Dr, Houston, TX 77019 (living in a wealthy city on River Oaks). Lived: Los Angeles, CA. (me and my siblings since 1972)
Married: Zelda Ann Starknight (04/06/1949) on March 6, 1976. Zelda’s physical appearance: Born and raised in West University Place before moving to Los Angeles in 1971 at the age of 22, a wealthy Caucasian woman with long dark blue hair and blue eyes, light skin, slim body, wearing glasses, and her height is 181cm (5’11). She is also an intelligent woman who graduated from Rice University in 1971. Children: Tucker (03/25/1981), an African-American son with short black hair and his height is 188cm (6’2) and Cassie (08/13/1984), a Caucasian daughter with long aqua blue hair and her height is 165cm (5’5). Pets: Selena (a Russian Blue female cat) and Tyler (a Beagle male dog). Lived: Beverly Hills, CA (for my wife and kids while living in a luxury house).
Things that I want: - Shift into other decades, such as the 1950s, 1960s, 1970s, 1980s, and even the 1990s. - My brain or my mind to become more smarteintelligent. - Me and my family would have our own movie or TV special to be set or filmed in Houston from the early 1960s to the early 1970s. - Meet Zelda (age 12) at her fancy house in West University Place at the age of 17, then began engaging with her at the age of 29 after moving to Los Angeles in 1972, and before getting married to her in 1976, at the age of 32. - Moving to Hollywood on July 31, 1972, alongside my siblings and focusing our careers on movies and TV shows. - Became an actor for live-action and voice actor for Western animation, Japanese anime, and video games. - Get a job at Disney (film or television) or other companies, such as Nickelodeon, Cartoon Network, Warner Bros., Fox, Sony, and Universal as an artist or a creator. - Teleport to Houston, alongside my wife and siblings to visited with my parents for the holidays such as Thanksgiving and Christmas. - Teleport to NYC, where I can appear in late-night shows such as Saturday Night Live and The Late Night Show since the early 1980s as a special guest. - Teleport to Dallas, where I can recorded shows and movies for Funimation and OkraTron 5000 since the late 2000s as a recurring guest. - Would shown the street view from the 1900s to the 2000s on Google Maps by using high quality instead of low quality. - Shown the old websites from the 1990s to the 2000s on Wayback Machine and completely using Adobe Flash Player instead of shutting down in December 2020. - Prevent terrible things, such as the September 11 attacks, WGA Strike, SAG-AFTRA, and the COVID-19 pandemic. - Meet the comic book creators (Bob Kane, Stan Lee, Dwayne McDuffie, Todd McFarlane) and manga artists (Akira Toriyama, Eiichiro Oda, Masashi Kishimoto, Kazuki Takahashi). - Fan conventions such as San Diego Comic-Con and New York Comic Con as an actor, creator or voice actor. - Become a writer or voice director for cartoons, anime, and video games. - All of the people and animals who were born from the 1900s to the 2020s to become immortal instead of being killed or having diagnosed. - All of the countries from around the world to become rich and wealthy. - Erase my memories where I was first born in 1998.
What are you guys think? Can any of you help me how to shift? I also wish I would be stuck in my DR forever instead of just going back to the present.

OC WIP: Ryuji Takeshi
Name: Ryuji Takeshi Nickname(s) (optional): Aqua Mirage Age: 27 Gender: Male Pronouns: He/Him
Likes: Tranquil lakes, illusions, challenging opponents Dislikes: Chaos, arrogance, lack of control
Strengths: Masterful control over Reflective Pool technique, strategic thinking, physical agility Weaknesses/Fears: Limited durability in close combat, fear of losing loved ones
Occupation: Jujutsu Sorcerer

Cursed technique and Domain!: (credit to federal-bus for basically remakeing my CT!)

Cursed Technique
Name: Reflective Pool
Description: The user can create up to two 3-meter circular pools of water and can control them. The user can control the pools up to a distance of 50 meters away from him. If a thing that has an amount of CE that is above a certain limit and its full reflection can be seen within one of the pools then the user can create a shikigami copy of it, the most the shikigami can copy is basic CE manipulation like sensing or reinforcement, but the shikigami will also have the same physical abilities as the original. The amount of CE the shikigami has is based on how much CE the user used to create the pool. The user can only create two copies of shikigami at one time, one for each pool, (the shikigami can both be a copy of the same thing). While the shikigami are created, the pools will not reflect anything back. If something can disrupt the pool before their full reflection can be fully seen in the pool then the user can't create a copy, since it needs to be a clear reflection.
Extension Techniques
Rippling Kaleidoscope: With this extension, the user can create multiple of the same copie shikigami, instead of making one copy per pool this allows the user to turn that singular copy into multiple weaker ones. The copies will have not very much CE but their physical abilities will be the same as the original. There can only be a maximum of 5 copies per original copy (so a total of 10 copy shikigami).
Soulless Imitation: This extension can create a copy that is only an illusion, which means it does not really exist and any contact will pass right through the copy.
Crystalized Glass: This extension gives the user more control over the pools themselves. The user can control the state of the pool into a more crystalized structure like ice, it's not cold just solid. This can be used for physical defense and/or can be shattered and used as very sharp crystal shards.
Reversed Cursed Technique
Narcissus Pandora: The reverse of reflection is absorption so this technique allows anything that has above a certain limit of CE can be trapped inside of one of the pools if they see their reflection or if they touch it. Once inside the pool, they are sealed and can't be freed unless someone uses RCE on the pool that has the thing trapped inside of it.
Extension Techniques
Splash Back: This technique lets the user absorb CE into the pools and then fire it back out like a high-output blast of CE.
Self Imprisonment: This technique allows the user to force themself into being trapped in a pool but can let themself out at any time and can choose to exit either pool, so this technique is mostly used to teleport.
Maximum Technique
Mirrored Man: The user can create an exact copy of the world but people and animals and also everything that has CE are not copied just normal inanimate objects. The user can travel into this world at will but can also bring others into this world through the pools. The user can't bring anything from the mirrored world into the actual world but can store real things and bring them back as long as they are small enough to fit through the pools.
Domain Expansion
Name: Ocean's Requiem
Appearance: The inside of this domain looks like a large mirror maze but all the mirrors resemble the reflective pools that the original technique uses.
Ability: From the pools, the user can summon a shikigami of any copy that they have ever created from this technique. The user can control the copies all simultaneously. If any copy gains an injury the person who gave them it will gain a copy of that injury on them.
Personality: He is a determined and disciplined individual, driven by a sense of duty to protect others from curses. He is stoic and focused during battles, relying on his analytical mind to outsmart opponents. Despite his serious demeanor, Ryuji cares deeply for his comrades and values the bonds he has formed!
Height: 6'0"
Physical Appearance: Ryuji has short, jet-black hair and piercing blue eyes that reflect his intense focus. He wears the traditional jujutsu high school uniform, adorned with minor customizations to suit his personal style. His muscular build and calm demeanor make him a formidable presence in the world of curses.
Backstory: WIP!

Here’s the script for desired reality that I made:
DR Script: Name: Chase Jay Friskerman (male). Nickname: CJ. Age (DOB): 76 (01/05/1948). Nationality: American. Ethnicity: African-American. Personality: Cheerful, intelligent, funny, and happy-go-lucky. Hair: Small blackish gray afro hair. Eyes: Brown. Body Type: Dark skin with muscular body and wearing glasses. Height: 200cm (6ft 7in). Weight: 158lbs. Language: Any kind of language. Wealth: Fame, wealth, and power. Hobbies: Drawing, writing, cooking, and studying. Hometown: Houston, TX (born and raised in 1948). Elementary School: River Oaks (1953-1959). Middle School: Bob Lanier (1959-1962). High School: Lamar (1962-1966). Colleges/Universities: University of Houston and received a Master of Fine Arts (1966-1970). Lived: Los Angeles, CA (since 1976). Superpowers: Flight, super strength, teleportation, and healing.
Family names: The Friskermans Parents: Keith (08/01/1914) and Terri (07/30/1916) Siblings: Bruce (06/14/1944), Aaron (04/11/1946), Drake (03/31/1950), Sarah (05/25/1952), and Jerry (02/27/1954). Personalities: Cheerful, fun, perfect, caring, loving, and very sweet people. Superpowers: My siblings have the same powers as me. Hometown: Inwood Dr, Houston, TX 77019 (living in a wealthy city on River Oaks). Lived: Los Angeles, CA. (me and my siblings since 1976)
Married: Zelda Ann Starknight (04/06/1953) on March 6, 1980. Zelda’s physical appearance: She is an American woman with an English descent. Born and raised in West University Place before moving to Los Angeles in 1975, at the age of 22, a wealthy Caucasian woman with long dark blue hair and blue eyes, light skin, slim body, wearing glasses, and her height is 175cm (5’9). She is also an intelligent woman who graduated from Rice University in 1975. Children: Tucker (03/25/1985), an African-American son with short black hair and his height is 188 (6’2) and Cassie (08/13/1988), a Caucasian daughter with long aqua blue hair and her height is 161cm (5’3). Pets: Selena (a Russian Blue female cat) and Tyler (a Beagle male dog) Lived: Beverly Hills, CA (for my wife and kids while living in a luxury house).
Things that I want: - Shift into other decades, including the 1950s, 1960s, 1970s, 1980s, and even the 1990s. - My brain or my mind to become more smarteintelligent. - Exercising everyday by eating healthy food, doing weight loss, having muscles, and my height will be 6’7. - Me and my family would have our own movie or TV special to be set or filmed in Houston from the early 1960s to the mid-1970s. - Meet Zelda (age 12) at her fancy house in West University Place at the age of 17, then began engaging with her at the age of 29 after moving to Los Angeles in 1976, and before getting married to her in 1980, at the age of 32. - Moving to Hollywood on July 31, 1976, along with my siblings and focusing our careers on movies and TV shows. - Became an actor for live-action and voice actor for Western animation, Japanese anime, and video games. - Get a job at Disney (film or television) or other companies, such as Nickelodeon, Cartoon Network, Warner Bros., Fox, Sony, and Universal as an artist or a creator. - Teleport to Houston, alongside my wife and siblings to visited with my parents for the holidays such as Thanksgiving and Christmas. - Teleport to NYC, where I can appear in late-night shows such as Saturday Night Live and The Late Night Show since the late 1980s as a special guest. - Teleport to Dallas, where I can recorded shows and movies for Funimation and OkraTron 5000 since the early 2000s as a recurring guest. - Would shown the street view from the 1900s to the 2000s on Google Maps by using high quality instead of low quality. - Shown the old websites from the 1990s to the 2000s on Wayback Machine and completely using Adobe Flash Player instead of shutting down in December 2020. - Most of the color people, including black and white, were became freedom, instead of being racism. - Prevent terrible things, such as the September 11 attacks, WGA Strike, SAG-AFTRA, and the COVID-19 pandemic. - Meet the comic book creators (Bob Kane, Stan Lee, Dwayne McDuffie, Todd McFarlane) and manga artists (Akira Toriyama, Eiichiro Oda, Masashi Kishimoto, Kazuki Takahashi). - Fan conventions such as San Diego Comic-Con and New York Comic Con as an actor, creator or voice actor. - Become a writer or voice director for cartoons, anime, and video games. - All of the people and animals who were born from the 1900s to the 2020s to become immortal instead of being killed or having diagnosed. - All of the countries from around the world to become rich and wealthy. - Erase my memories where I was first born in 1998.
What are you guys think? Can any of you help me how to permashifting?