Hi everyone,
I'm selling the following items on Reddit. We're not a reseller. Just direct owners of the said items. Most of the items are bought from the US, brand new, never been used/worn, and in excellent condition. Majority of the RFS would be to declutter or we just don't need it due to having the exact same item, don't prefer the style, or upgrade etc.
Anyways, these are the said items. Item descriptions are prices are indicated once you click on the respective hyperlinks below.

1. Men Two Lacoste Polo Shirts Slim Fit Large Sizes. Light & Dark Green Colors P3,000 *SOLD
   
2. Lacoste Men's Regular Fit Cotton Sport T-Shirt. US Size 5 Large P3,000 *SOLD
   
3. Lacoste Men's Classic Leather Folding Wallet. NOIR Color P3,000 *SOLD
   
4. Los Angeles Lakers LeBron James Nike Gold Swingman Jersey - Icon Edition P4,000 *SOLD
   
5. Los Angeles Lakers Nike Dri-FIT NBA Swingman Jersey P3,500
   
6. Puma Men's Performance Sport Microfiber Boxer Brief 5 Pack Medium Size (2 Items) P1,000 *SOLD
   
7. David Clark H10-13.4 Aviation Headset for Pilots of Fixed Wing Aircrafts P18,000
   
8. Youtheory Ashwagandha 60 Capsules P1,000
   
9. Ashwagandha Futurebiotics Extra Strength 3000mg 120 Capsules P1,000
   
10. Kelsen Danish Butter Cookies 5 Lbs/2.27 Kg P1,800
    
11. Kelsen Danish Butter Cookies Four Count/Tins 454g P1,300
    

Send me a PM if interested.
Thank you all!

Just wanted to put it out there, if you only have an iPad you can request AND activate the apple titanium card. This may be obvious to most of you but it wasn’t to me, and i saw a lot of questions about it online, and conflicting reports if you can or can’t. This should clear it up for people asking
This is great news for people with iPads but not iPhones who want (one of the easiest to get) metal credit cards.
You can go to settings, apple wallet, tap the Apple Card icon (under “payment cards”), scroll down to titanium card, and it should let you activate it from there. This option will (i think) only show itself when the card arrives at your door.

The familiar sounds of the office fill the ears of the "Adventurer" as he steps into his home away from home. To him "Familiar sounds" means the voices of about three-quarters of the hundreds of employees who work in this building, thanks to the progressive, passive, perpetual boosts to his senses that he has simply always been accruing. He still can't quite hear everything in the office, indeed as powerful as his senses are he can only actively sense enough space around him to be firmly aware of events occurring about half of the building's length and width away from him at a time, but those are still incredibly powerful senses.
Lucas steps past several cubicles and heads to his own with a calm smile on his face. He actually enjoys his job, not because he finds the work fulfilling but because it presents him with a chance to level up his skills and work towards becoming altogether stronger in a hilariously safe environment. The figure sits in his cubicle and logs into his work computer with a bright grin on his face. As he grabs the last pieces of paper in the backlog that was a big problem when he began to work for this company he feels a pang of pride.
The workday is pleasant enough. He successfully finishes the last pile of paperwork that was considered part of the backlog and this effort is celebrated by his direct supervisor and a few of the friends he's made in his department, a group composed of several men and only a few pair of women, who have been working here for years but lacked the abilities he possesses that allow him to grind out progress at a rapid rate and allow him to improve the work he does every single day without fail. The news quickly spreads throughout the office, and various people, including other departmental supervisors and managers, come to him and congratulate him.
When the day ends Lucas is one of the first people out the door. This is commonly expected Lucas-like behavior at this point so no one bats an eye at it. The figure works and then leaves, and he seems to have an incredibly strict policy about work-life balance to the point that no one from the office has seen his apartment or even seen him outside of the office aside from on social media.
The lad walks towards a nearby mall even as he checks his phone. When the decently cautious man is sure he's not being watched he uses his inventory to swap outfits, changing into something much more casual than his work uniform so he can do his equivalent of trolling. His clothes go from being the professional outfit someone might expect to see an accountant in, to the much more casual clothes of someone who works at a Game Station the local equivalent of a Game Stop.
The minute the figure reaches the mall he relaxes and steps into it with a smile on his face as he is suddenly and powerfully aware of events going on all around him now that the sounds he's been passively hearing for the last few minutes are not muffled by layers of solid American construction. The mall is a favorite haunt of his, a place where there are enough people that even if something goes awry he can pretty easily escape in the chaos and commotion that any sort of hostile actions would necessarily cause. Still, to the figure's credit he has not been caught yet.
The thief begins his training by carefully studying the department store he's in. He can be a bit bolder now than he could weeks ago, as in the time since he began to hone this skill he's enhanced it in such a way that he can teleport objects directly into his inventory, which is a tremendous improvement even if he can't take anything bigger or heavier than a cleaver. He eventually spots a teenager with a wallet that is just visible out of the corner of his pockets. Lucas diligently uses "Observe" on him and the powerful skill is strong enough now that Lucas can use it to determine someone's affiliations. When the young adult spots that the teen belongs to a gang he decides it's worth taking his potentially ill-gotten gains.
The clever trickster points a single finger in the direction of the teen's pocket and silently casts the handy spell. A thin line of energy lances out of his extended digit and sails through the air toward the teenager. When the teen begins to move Lucas hisses in annoyance and expends a bit more magical energy to take advantage of the first skill he's gained as a result of an attribute hitting 50: arcane manipulation.
Days ago the young adventurer's passion for magic and healing resulted in two classes leveling up on the same day: mage and white mage. This resulted in his intelligence going from 49 to 52, and as a result of that he gained the ability to manipulate magical energy, so long as he can detect the magic in question and is willing to spend some magic of his own. In this world, where the figure is reasonably certain that no other magical beings exist, this means that to hone this skill the wizard needs to manipulate his own magic. Still, that hasn't stopped the young professional from tirelessly doing just that.
With a significant amount of focus the mage is able to manipulate the thin beam and twists and turns it so that it circles around the teen before snaking into his pocket and striking the young gangster's wallet. When Lucas feels the wallet enter his inventory he chuckles and makes his way out of the department store. The rest of this particular bout of training is filled with similar feats of arcane finesse and hilariously minor acts that will steal from those willing to enact violence on others in exchange for money. Lucas's clever usage of his skills coupled with his willingness to act in stunningly petty and annoying ways make him great at harassing those he designates his foes. Lucas, lacking an ability to kill those he fights thanks to a drawback affecting him, has thus far refused to actually engage those he has marked as his foes in direct battle but his desire to annoy them has led to willingly target people associated with criminal groups with some of his spatial magic.
In hours the figure is back home and he is toying with the newest toy he's received from his gacha system. A guitar sits on his lap and he fiddles with the instrument, even he listens to a video about how to tune the thing. Lucas is experimenting with something, and behind the tablet he gained some time ago is a book that contains information on tuning guitars. The tablet is in use, recording what the man is up to. An app is in use and it records the sounds the guitar chords make. The self-taught musician relies on some of his new skills for this, as he has only recently gained the "Guitar" and "Guitar Maintenance" skills, and he got them at different times so they are different levels. Nonetheless, the figure patiently records himself, occasionally stopping the recording and examining it. He is diligently using his long-term planning skills and sticking to his broad plan. At the same time the figure patiently uses magic and steadily hones the "Mage" class, using his magic skills to farm multiple sources of experience while adhering to the schedule he has informally given himself.
Eventually the next day rolls around and the figure, predictably, gets out of his apartment and goes to work. If you had explained the concept of "Jumping" to Lucas a year ago and asked him if he thought so much of it would be just working a 9-5 job he'd not have believed you and yet in the context of his experience with the unusual profession a stunning amount of time has just been him being a regular employee of a perfectly mundane business.
Time continues to pass for the would-be adventurer at a steady pace. In this mundane world a figure with legitimate supernatural abilities is a uniquely powerful presence, and this is especially true of one that is determined to keep his head down and nose clean. Lucas's determination to live a regular, relatively risk-free life does not stop him from living, but it does stop him from suffering from some sort of "Middle School Second Year Syndrome" as a result of the fact that he has gained trainable superpowers. Instead of going mad with power or gaining an unhealthy mentality Lucas has just enough knowledge of how jumping works to know that while he might be a big fish in this world he is not a big fish in other worlds like Fallout, The Elder Scrolls, or even something as aggressively hostile and oppressive as the general setting of Minecraft is.
If an objective, impartial onlooker viewing Lucas's life is given the chance to describe the sort of "Television Show" that they are watching, they'd say it could easily be considered slice-of-life. For the first few months of his time here the most exciting times are the rare moments he adds something new to his slowly expanding list of activities and the even more slowly growing list of things he can do, such as when he begins to walk the streets of the city he lives in at night and cast healing, positive, restorative magic on the sleeping homeless people he encounters. This activity ultimately earns him the peculiar title of "Unsung Saint", a title which enhances the effectiveness of his restorative or otherwise beneficial magic on those not aware of the fact that he is using magic on them.
Days of work, training, and controlled, planned forays into new pastimes, turn into weeks of steady and anticipated progress. Weeks of steady and anticipated progress turn into months of upward mobility and the healthy establishments of new baseline feats. That said, eventually progress slows and becomes more difficult for the jumper in a world as relatively safe, for supernatural beings, as this one. It doesn't take terribly long for Lucas to go from a somewhat predictable, fairly focused figure who is very specialized in a number of areas, to a somewhat more well-rounded figure with a steadily increasing repository of skills and abilities, thanks to a subtle shift in growth strategies.
​Just a few days short of eleven months into his stay in this jump, the jumper is facing a new foe but is participating in an activity he's come to enjoy; sparring.
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I dodge a well-aimed right-handed punch intended for my face, though thanks to my agility I easily had enough time to dodge it, It took a long time, from my viewpoint, for it to get close to me so long enough that I only let it get this close on purpose. I'm holding back in terms of my speed and strength but my opponent, a friend I made at the gym a few weeks ago, doesn't need to know that. I have way too many supernatural advantages for it to be a fair fight if I don't hold back.
I give my opponent enough time to register that I've dodged the blow before I begin to telegraph, purposefully, my next attack. I purposefully overextend my left arm and launch a powerful, but slow, strike. The man grits his teeth and moves to intercept my strike. He is fast enough to position his arm in front of it but that is still a mistake. I guide my blow into his arm and watch as he lets out a sincere, pained, grunt. Even with me holding back I still allow DPS to work its magic, and that perk coupled with both my trained and perk-enhanced strength is enough for me to deal him a decently powerful blow.
I retract my fist with a sly smile and note that the bars that cover my field of view are all going up at different rates. The bar for "Brawler", a class that's the result of "Fighter" giving me access to a new class when it hit level 10, my currently equipped class, is going up at a healthy clip as I spar with this man, as is the bar for "Precision Strikes" and "Acting", some of my skills. Most of the things going up at a decent clip are affected by "Jack of All Trades" a perk thatreduces the time and effort it takes for me to train up new skills to around the level of my average. Most of my other bars are only slightly going up, but this is acceptable. This sort of training is vital, long term, for my very survival, and thanks to my perks is pretty easy for me to do.
Behind me I hear a familiar voice cheering; Hannah's. The lovely redhead has begun to accompany me to the gym, but this is a somewhat recent development. Before a few weeks ago we only occasionally saw each other on Saturdays at the cafe she worked at, though we have been texting buddies ever since we met. Marcus, my sparring partner, grins savagely at me as he listens to my friend and gym buddy's cheers.
"I can't let you show me up in front of your girl, Lucas. We're not close like that." Marcus tells me, though the words are insincere. Marcus is a friend of mine, one who has even tasted my food, and that's something I don't let others do as much as I once did, barring people who go to the soup kitchen when I'm one of the volunteers on duty. My cooking can now do some decent stuff so I don't want to get anyone who isn't an ally or someone I need in my pocket overly reliant on my skills. I grin at the muscular bruiser of a warrior and dart back before gesturing for him to come at me like he means it. The man lets out a hearty laugh as he begins to pursue me. He is a touch taller than me and he has muscular, wide arms that take up a lot of space.
I watch, diligently, as he swings them at me when he is in the martial sweet spot of being close enough to hit me with a fully extended fist and being far enough away for me to strike back in an effort to preempt or counter his blow. I dart forward even as he stops advancing and duck underneath the strike before I use an active skill from my "Dancer" class to infuse my agility into my strength and hit him with a blow that disorients him. He steps back, a look of pain and confusion on his face as I step forward and move close enough to hit the man with a much softer blow to the chest. I feel his solid muscles block part of the harm done to him, but the blow is still solid enough that I watch his HP lower.
He gasps in pain and staggers back, and I smile at him and sense my triumph. He's only lost a small portion of his total hit points, but for normal people, one's total stock of HP is an abstraction of their physical health. For me, my HP serves as a skillful shield that protects me at all times, and for me to fall in battle someone has to whittle away my entire bar before they take me out. In fact, right now my HP is not maxed out; earlier I took a hit from Marcus that I'm still recovering from.
I take a step forward before Marcus signals that he needs a break. I laugh, the sound filling the part of the gym we're fighting in, and stop approaching the man. Hannah walks up to the ring and offers me some of her water as I walk toward one of the corners of the small ring. I silently gesture that I'll accept it and she tosses it at me. When the object is in my hand I use subtle telekinesis to mess with my boxing glove just enough to more easily hold onto the water bottle and sip from it. The cool water tastes good, and I smile as I feel it helping me relax as I wait to continue the fight. This is the sixth time I've beaten Marcus, but I'll give the man one bit of praise: he's persistent. He likes fighting enough that he is always eager to try and fight me, and I like fighting just enough to appreciate his resistance to the idea that I can beat him. It's not always easy for me to keep on finding partners that I can spar with.
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In the days that follow this fight, the young jumper continues to spar with Marcus. He steadily trains his "Brawler" class, and takes on class skills that do things like make him a more efficient hand-to-hand fighter, even gaining skills that he suspects, and hopes that he won't need here; like the ability to launch a punch that can inflict damage at a distance.
The figure's volunteering remains a steadfast facet of his in-jump identity. The man gains popularity throughout the place that is, functionally, his hometown, as he becomes a well-known volunteer. He even makes the places he volunteers at more popular, using a steadily increasing amount of local and online popularity to advocate for the organizations he supports. This first began to occur about three months into his stay in the jump, but he really begins to leverage it at the six month mark and he quickly begins to slowly become a minor force in the community, taking advantage of his heavy charisma build to sway hearts and minds to his cause.
His days at work continue to remain fairly unchanged from how they were at the start of his time in the jump, though on very rare occasions he creates reports and the in-jump equivalent of PowerPoint presentations about the data he has compiled to his supervisor. He has also overseen a day of service for members of his department to go and volunteer at the soup kitchen where he volunteered on the day he met Hannah, allowing him a pleasant chance to practice his leadership skills. He earns his first pay raise just under a year into his stay in this setting.
Minor missteps occur along the way, such as the figure overbooking himself during one particularly hectic weekend, which annoys his friends and fellow volunteers but serves as a decently humbling experience for the overly eager adventurer and also shows his friends that he is, ultimately, human.
Lucas continues his relaxed, fairly peaceful days for more and more time. By the time he has been in the jump for a full two years his pre-jump life feels like a memory or a strange dream, though this change to his state of mind does not actually mean he cannot recall such a time only that he has fully acclimated to the realities of being a jumper. At least as much as someone who is still on their first jump can acclimate to such a thing.
A/N: I like this episodic style for the necessary time skips that a standard (or mostly standard) jumpchain story will require. Now I'm gonna say that this style won't be universal across all jumps since some jumps may be better suited to shorter timeframes. Heck some more story-intensive jumps may benefit from longer focuses on individual events and sequences of events, but we've gone past the tutorial phase for this jump and I think minor episodic looks at broad timescales is better than a thousand chapter story that only hits one year in a jump and ultimately gets dropped. That said, I know that I'm not doing this style of writing PERFECTLY, so I hope that I can use this to grow as a writer and to become better able to convey how long time skips affect the characters, relationships, and strengths of the people involved over time. Still, if nothing else this was fun.
ALSO, as an author's note that is unique to the subreddit: this story is being published on Spacebattles and the white line that cuts through parts of the story indicates a narration/viewpoint shift. On Spacebattles and several other places I write there are in-built formatting options that allow you to cut through a textbox with a horizontal line which serves as a visual marker for some significant change to some aspect of the story. The line I made was my attempt to do that here on Reddit. It's... not perfect, but hey I'm trying.

Alright, so, Pagtatag era has concluded, and since then it's been a blast. Though, that is not what I want to talk about. I want to talk about being a fan of SB19 or simply being an A'tin, also liking something that is not simply your thing before and being a fan of boy/girlbands in general, and why it became popular. The most famous question about it is, how you became a fan, or why did you become a fan, right? Well, it's simple really, just like any other individual who likes something or someone. It is simply because you are amazed by it or by them. You are captivated.
So, let's get into boyband/girlbands. Before, there's Jackson 5, NKotB, Menudo, BSB, Hanson, Boyzone, TLC, Spice Girls, Nsync, Boyz II Men, Destiny's Child, Westlife, 98 Degress and many more (can't really list all of them and these are mostly western artists lol). They are an automatic hit to the public, but little did we know that they are ridiculed as well by most genres outside of them, at least that's what I know back then. However, since people did not really care about it, they just continued their thing. Fast forward to this day, it is evident that they are the main inspiration of modern pop genre for many boy/girlbands. What I really want to talk about here is, why is it easy to accept them before than modern boy/girlbands.
I'm a straight guy in my early 30s, I never liked any boy/girlbands before in my teenage and young adult years (early and mid 20s). I'm a metal head, as the popular term for it. I'm kind of a musician myself and on a band before. Our main genre of music is circled on hardcore punk/emo, alternative/hard rock, blues, progressive/heavy metal, smooth/blues jazz and sometimes classical etc (Incubus, Pearl Jam, Dream Theater, Alice in Chains, John Mayer, Weather Report, Rush, Stone Temple Pilots, Tool, Motorhead, Primus, and so on). I'm the typical guy who don't like that "cutesy music" in the early 2010s like Justin Bieber, One Direction or Miley Cyrus when they started. When Kpop became a thing here in our country (2006-2009), I've only liked one group (Wonder Girls) and never did like any groups after that. Though, I did not bad mouth them in any way, but I admit, I questioned its popularity. The thing is, during those days, I realize that I liked legacy boybands like BSB, Nsync, A1 and so on and compared that they are so much better. Back in the day, as I mentioned, those boybands are kind of ridiculed too in the underground music, here in the country because of their "Pa-pogi demeanor music" that is not very "masculine" at all.
Now, going back to the question, why is it easier to accept the music of boy/girlbands before, than now? Yes, BTS and One Direction almost conquered the music industry as successor to the genre, but that's just about it, and they are still ridiculed outside of their genre (I'm not a fan of them by the way). I never liked them, but I admire their talent just recently. Now, Ppop is rising though I can't really say steadily. SB19 and other Ppop groups is now doing all they can to up the music of OPM and introduce Ppop to international stage, but they are still ridiculed. I for one, is also being ridiculed by my peers just because I like them and the genre itself. Though, I don't really mind and actually won't talk about it to them often. One time, I've shown one of my former bandmate and friend a performance of SB19 from Rappler (Ilaw). The immediate thing he noticed is their style of fashion and said "ambaduy ng suot nila". I retaliated immediately as well, if you don't like their fashion, don't look at it and focus on their singing instead. He then admitted that they're good, but still feel that he's just being "nice" to me since we're friends. I'm not saying my friends are constantly teasing or insulting me for liking SB19. It's just that, I guess it is natural, since it is not my thing before.
So, why is it easier to accept the music of boy/girl bands before? I think it's simply because of the fact that people don't really give an F on what anyone is saying most of the times. Now, social media is everywhere, and you can share something very easily in just one click. You can stream/watch music anywhere. Just like what I heard from an interview, that the popularity of artists before are considered as the "legitimate one" because everything is manual and hard copied. No digital consummations of music/product and mostly are analog as the term for it.
Anyway, going back to SB19, I always tell myself that, SB19 are the "Jesus" of Ppop haha just because they are the ones who constantly received all derogatory talks and insults when they started. They are the ones who simply received the first ridicule in modern Ppop (kpop wannabee, pa-cute, gender insults, etc.) before Ppop has been officially recognized all over the country. Til today, they are still the subject of ridicule just because they're "pogi and cute". I mean, obviously, other groups still receive those typical insults, but they are the ones that is heavily receiving it even before they debut, but like I said, the same as Jesus, they are also the ones who salvaged the genre of Ppop and be recognized as OPM. In conclusion, as always, people only look the imperfection of something/someone, before checking it first, but I guess that is the beauty of it sometimes because we will see what can be improved from it. I admit, I'm still doing that as well. I guess, that is not in our control, as long as SB19 and other Ppop groups will do what needs to be done, time will only tell that Ppop and OPM is one that can rise exponentially in the music industry globally.
Thank you for going to my TEDxTalk lol..

I know that in political circles, there is a popular sentiment that "the left are always doing cancel culture if you speak your mind", but if you go back through history, you learn that the ideology most aggressively trying to ban anything has always been conservatism.
You get the first red scare in the late-1800's, then again around 1920, then again in the late-1930's with McCarthyism and HUAC (house un-american activities committee), which were all about fiding out who is a communist, or who is a labor unionist, and then hunting them down, jailing them, or in some cases, killing them. From this, you can also say that conservatives have been the only ones to actually enforce thought-crimes in the US.
Then of course you have the somewhat modern examples like men with medium-length hair, women in pants, punk music, heavy metal, anything with magic in it, hell you can't even get elected in any major election unless you belong to one of the Christian-based religions.
And some very modern examples, like Dixie Chicks, Sinead O'Connor, Kaepernick, Nike, Bud Light, or any Republican that spoke out against Trump about anything.
Meanwhile, whatever it is the right claims is "cancel culture from the left" is usually just people saying mean stuff on the internet (which is just how the internet is for every subject or opinion). Nothing more than mean words. So saying something mean is OK, because it is free speech, but then saying mean things about the person who said something mean, is cancel culture (but only if the person negatively affected is a conservative?); This seems to be what the formula is.
This video sort of explains my position even further, and I think this guy (Jon Stewart) might be the first person I've ever seen to actually say what I've always been thinking:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WwyyttqvE04
It is seriously worth the watch if you want a more well-rounded understanding of cancel culture, by hearing the other (lesser expressed) perspective.

Synopsis:
An engineer in another world—blending science and magic to achieve greatness in a world where skills and levels reign supreme.
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Ethan was just a plain old engineer, but everything changed when he was reborn into a world of skills, levels, and magic. With his advanced knowledge far ahead of the time period he finds himself in, this new reincarnated life will be much different than his last, especially because he can construct, deconstruct, and reconstruct runes—something no one else can do.
But with royal politics, looming tax collectors, a mountain of debt, dungeon incursions, cults, and hostile fantasy races mixing together into a cocktail of bullshit that threatens to bury his dreams; Ethan must bridge the gap between steel and sorcery to grow stronger. — Runecrafting is slow burn. — What to Expect: - Weak to very strong progression - Hardcore wish fulfillment - A balance of action, kingdom building, and runecrafting. - MC will trigger an industrial revolution, revolutionize magic, modernize agriculture, communication, commerce, textile production, education, transportation, sanitation, weapons manufacturing, leisure & entertainment, and medicine.
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Chapter 04

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Ethan's heart thumped in his throat as he looked at the arrow's head glinting. Fortunately, Roland had grabbed it in an instant. The arrow hadn't hit Ethan, and it likely wouldn't have. Roland threw the arrow aside as Ethan heard a muffled grunt and glanced out the window to the right. An arrow had pierced the side of their driver, right between the shoulder and chest. Ethan whipped back into his seat just as another projectile smashed against the other side of their carriage, denting it. Roland immediately stood up with a calm demeanor and unsheathed his sword. "Lord Theodore, please remain seated. This inconvenience will be dealt with shortly."
Ethan blinked up, nodded, and clasped his hands around his knee while resting his head against the window ledge as Roland got out. Situations such as this weren't anything he'd ever dealt with back on earth, but he had plenty of experience keeping himself in check when fear took hold. He'd been a boxer, after all. Ethan tapped his finger on his knee, again and again.
"Die, you shits!" a voice yelled, then a meaty crash was followed by a pained groan. It was clearly someone falling over. Moments later, footsteps approached from the other side. A man swung the carriage door open. "Get—"
Before he could say much else, a sword pierced through his chest. He slumped and hit the ground without a word, revealing Roland standing with a blank expression. His eyes were different than anything Ethan had seen since his transmigration—Roland looked nonchalant even after taking a life, which was understandable given that the man had likely taken a lot of lives. Ethan closed his eyes, refusing to look at the dead body.
More footsteps grew nearer. Two sets. They stopped beside their carriage. "Well fuck, what a piece of trash." one man said, then lurched at Roland with a bloody shout.
The fight was over in an instant.
Roland simply disappeared from his position before Ethan. Reappearing behind the two bandits flanking him, he delivered an equally lethal strike to each in turn. Simultaneously, a sharp crackling and whooshing sound made Ethan tense. Spreading out on the floor before the carriage, a dark blue magical glyph buzzed like electricity, sending sparks of electricity slamming into the bandits.
Then, the bandits' bodies split in two halves, their blood sprayed across the dirt before they even began collapsing with electricity sizzling on their bodies.
Just as he'd felt movement in the air through [Magic Perception], a man materialized right in front of Ethan. Tensing, Ethan didn't know what to do
Roland shouted from outside. Adrenaline rocketed through Ethan's veins. Hand moving, he grabbed the bandit's hand and twisted it. The bandit tackled him, and with the tight space, Ethan felt the tip of a knife nicking the side of his cheek. The wound stung badly, and with it, Ethan's mind blanked and his instincts kicked in.
Roland swiftly spun, but not in time to stop the man from pinning Ethan against the bench.
However, it wasn't needed. Ethan used [Elemental Spells] and summoned fire all over his palms. A sizzling sound erupted as the bandit cried out and went for Ethan's eyes with his free hand. Ethan bit the bandit's hand, and only got half a mouthful of skin and cloth. The bandit reeled back and leapt backward from the sudden burning pain, crying out as he crashed. Ethan lunged at him, grabbed and force-flipped the bandit's hand, and plunged the knife into his throat with an aggressive grunt. There was a short, gurgled cry, before the bandit tried swinging the knife towards him. "Cunt... bastard..." his bloody mouth formed the words, his eyes staring fearfully, but Ethan pushed the knife aggressively.
Blood sprayed and gushed onto Ethan's mouth.
Then, finally, the man stilled.
The corpse's weight fell onto Ethan, hot blood spilling out of the bandit's throat and filling the air with an acrid odor. Ethan felt it on his face. Hot. Metallic smell. He saw it dripping down the bandit's throat, all across his clothes, even in his hair. It was heavy, almost. Layer upon layer, the heavy cloak of the man's life weighting down on his spirit.
System notifications flashed but he ignored it given that bile rose in Ethan's throat. His vision darkened, and a rush of blood roared in his ear as his heart thumped like thunder. A violent urge to vomit rose within him, his entire body twitching. He had never seen a man die in front of him like this before. Disgusting as it was, he gulped everything down, even the reality he had found himself in, the death, the violence, it all set in at that moment. However, he had no time to delve on it. Even though he felt like someone had squeezed his windpipe, like a bullet was tearing through his skin, he needed to act. Now.
Ethan flipped the man aside and sat on his knees, pulling out the knife from the bandit's neck. From his place on the ground, he glanced at Roland engaged with three bandits.
One slipped past Roland and made it to Ethan. They're trying to get a hand on me. Why? The answer was simple. Oh, right... I'm a noble, they can just put a knife on my throat and demand shit...
Instead of giving the bandit the upper hand, Ethan took a breath. Once. Twice. Now or never, thinking so, he raised the knife and dove headfirst toward the approaching enemy. Caught by surprise, the bandit merely moved his free hand to counter attack. His fingers grasping the bandit's arm, he twisted it away, giving him room to go straight for the eye.
With a meaty sound, Ethan plunged the knife through the man's eyes. Blood spurted with a slick sound. The bandit wasn't fast enough to make a full reaction, as a sort of instinctive scream of terror got stuck halfway and died out. Then, as the feeling of having ended another life settled within him, Ethan retracted the dagger and stepped back. His back slamming against the carriage, he slid down and pressed a hand against his forehead. His cheek hurt. He smelled sweat and blood.
Fuck... Fuck... Breathe. This is... I can't... Breathe.
A chill ran down his spine and his heartbeat roared. He took a breath, adrenaline still surging through his veins. The sick feeling didn't leave his stomach, his entire body twitched as if electrocuted every once in a while, and his eyes started going hazy, unclear. Black spots in his field of vision. Sticky warmth all over. Hot metallic odor in his nostrils.
"Lord Theodore!" Roland's voice acted as a way for Ethan to reorient himself into reality. Roland looked ashen, not because he was tired but most likely because he'd let Ethan get into such a vulnerable position. Roland glanced at the corpse, then Ethan, then back at the corpse again, looking tense, lips tight and hands clutched into fists. "Are you alright, my lord?"
"Yes, of course," Ethan said as he studied the wound on his cheek. I need a healing skill. However, he noticed the visible distressed Roland was having and continued. "I'm fine. Don't worry. It's no big deal. For the moment, we need to clean up this mess."
Ethan could tell Roland was uncomfortable with the situation and Ethan's complete indifference, but the warrior dutifully obeyed his lord's commands. Ethan slumped onto his seat and looked through the notifications.
Your race, [Human], has leveled up — Lvl 0 -> Lvl 1!
Your class, [Mage], has level up — Lvl 0 -> Lvl 1!
[Unranked Mage] -> [Initiate]
[Elemental Spells] — Lvl 5 -> Lvl 6!
A [Quest] approaches!
Hmm, this is the second time I see the message 'A [Quest] approaches'... What is it? Why doesn't the system just give me the [Quest]? Are there conditions? Regardless, it seems that [Elemental Spells] just needed some use in battle instead of just plain old practice. Curious.
Ethan leaned back with a sigh. Now that his heartbeat wasn't drumming in his ear, the fear slowly ebbed away. All things considered, this turned out well, given the situation. However, now that he'd calmed somewhat, his eyes landed on the corpse right beside him, and that fresh scarlet blood seeping into the floorboards. The heavy coppery scent, the unmistakable smell of death. It all came crashing into him and he could no longer deny what he'd done. It had all gone so quickly.
No theatrics, the knife had just flown in, and the bandit had struggled, then stopped struggling.
Ethan stared at the corpses. With his hands on his lap, he gazed vacantly. For a single, stretched-out moment, the only thing he was aware of were the lifeless bodies right next to him, the sensation of having one less enemy standing in the way. One of the bandits had his jugular slashed. Another had a knife poking into his eyes. Ethan had killed them. Him. It was nauseatingly easy, taking another's life. It felt good. Ethan was disgusted at that thought, but damn did it feel good. I—I... I won. He wanted to grin, but he didn't.
Soon, the bandits were dealt with. Not a minute was wasted, and they cleaned up and got moving in a hurry, before Roland could throw the corpse inside the carriage out, Ethan stopped him.
He'd been staring at it, sitting there, silently. Bile would rise to the tip of his throat before he'd swallow it, a stone in his gut making his movements stiff. It felt unreal. When he took that step to make sure the bandit was dead, his eyes met with those of the corpse—with glassy black pupils that appeared frozen mid-realization that he was dying. Fearful, horrified eyes. Human eyes. Ethan stared into them, felt every fiber of his body clench, saw the smears of blood across the man's mouth where his desperate breaths had made him cough up, to live.
Ethan stared, not because he was a masochist or someone who derived pleasure from other people's misery. Rather, it was because he wanted this to never happen again. His reaction. It hadn't been optimal. He just knew he'd need to kill and spill blood if he was to survive, and thus, he needed to familiarize himself with the sight of death—death caused by his hands.
His thoughts were a little less orderly than he liked. That needed to change, fast. It would always be a burden, so he simply chose to stare, knowing he was staring down his weakness—at his fear.
After a solid five minutes, Ethan turned around. Roland's gaze met Ethan's. For a brief moment, the gaze was averted, the warrior showing clear guilt. Ethan placed a hand on the man's shoulder. "Roland, don't blame yourself. I understand you must have felt cornered and unable to react. Just know I appreciate you. Don't beat yourself up for it. There have been no casualties on our side."
Roland bowed his head. Ethan smiled, though it was strained. Roland had been standing there for a while now but hadn't wanted to interrupt Ethan's self-reflection time, despite being tense himself. The guards had burned the corpses. Soon, the men Ethan killed were taken out, too. Then they left for the woods.
A guard who appeared to be a [Mage] that had a spell called [Cleanse] walked to the carriage, and placed his hands near the gore-splattered interior. In mere moments, a rune flickered into existence, then, mana got sucked out of the guard, seeping into the rune—soon, the blood and even the smells were swept clean and everything returned to being a neat and tidy.
The guard staggered a little before his comrades stabilized him. Must be quite demanding, Ethan noted, nodding appreciatively as the guard stepped out of the carriage. "That's quite the useful skill," Ethan said, examining the results.
Roland gave a silent nod, no doubt feeling pretty damn bad about his failure.
The guard, on the other hand, bowed with a smile, clearly appreciating Ethan's recognition. "It's a pleasure to be of service, my lord. This humble guard has had this skill ever since he became a mage."
Ethan made an impressed noise. "I see."
The guard beamed, then bowed even more before walking over to his fellow guards, who patted his backs at a job well done. Then, the horses pulled the carriage, and the carriage resumed moving. As soon as his back had settled into the cushion of the seat, an exhausting wave rolled over Ethan's body.
Before everything, however. I saw the rune. Ethan grinned a little, then willed mana into the shape of the rune.
It sputtered.
Ethan tried again, connecting different parts of the rune. One. Two. Three. Four. And as the rune sputtered again.
Throughout the journey to Deadwoods, Ethan kept at it.
He failed every time—
—and he didn't know why.
An immense headache assaulted him, and he had to stop his attempts.
-2-
The Deadwoods proved to be just what he'd expected. Dead. Charred branches and crumbling trees lay spread throughout. Roland looked around solemnly. Ethan was more interested in what kept this place the way it was. This land was, to put it simply, the most horrific location in the entire barony. It was a huge portion of a forest that appeared to be dead, thus why it had gotten the name Deadwoods.
Leaves crunched underneath Ethan's feet, and he studied his surroundings with morbid curiosity. The trees, branches and leaves were all dark in color as if something had scorched them. Many creatures lived here, animals like the usual game of deer, wolves, and foxes and sometimes there'd even been bears spotted. The dangerous thing, however, wasn't that the animals existed, it was that they were magical beasts. Mutants.
"Lord Theodore," Roland said, hand on his sword, eyes darting around in caution. "It is dangerous to be here—"
"Peh." Ethan waved his hand nonchalantly, much to Roland's shock at such an uncharacteristic behavior. "It will be worth it."
After all, I'm gonna have fun hunting monsters, leveling up, and finally, finally finding some goddamn tree ash.
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Synopsis:
An engineer in another world—blending science and magic to achieve greatness in a world where skills and levels reign supreme.
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Ethan was just a plain old engineer, but everything changed when he was reborn into a world of skills, levels, and magic. With his advanced knowledge far ahead of the time period he finds himself in, this new reincarnated life will be much different than his last, especially because he can construct, deconstruct, and reconstruct runes—something no one else can do.
But with royal politics, looming tax collectors, a mountain of debt, dungeon incursions, cults, and hostile fantasy races mixing together into a cocktail of bullshit that threatens to bury his dreams; Ethan must bridge the gap between steel and sorcery to grow stronger.
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Chapter 02

-1-
Roland cursed under his breath as he trudged down the muddy path toward Lord Theodore's manor. The late early morning sun cast long shadows, painting the desolate landscape in an even bleaker light.
Why was it only him who had to deal with Lord Theodore's bullshit? Just last night, Roland had to take care of all the complaints from the bar he'd found Lord Theodore at. Not to mention, he had to pay compensation to the wenches from his own personal funds.
And that wasn't even half the things he'd done yesterday alone.
After all, Lord Theodore was either busy abusing his power and bullying the people of the town, gambling, drinking, getting wasted with his face stuck up a prostitute, or doing his fourth favorite activity which, naturally, was a combination of the latter three. The man wasn't the brightest, but he wasn't quite dumb enough to avoid dealing with the problems the town of Holden faced.
Roland shook his head when he made it to the estate gates. As expected, there were guards, servants, and soldiers dashing left and right, but he was ignored. It was time to beg Lord Theodore to attend to his duties. None dared stop him, for he was a [Knight] appointed to Lord Theodore by his father—Lord Alexander Lockheart—and an acting advisor while said lord was being, well, his usual idiotic and selfish self.
So, Roland did what he had to; he moved past them all, and made for Lord Theodore's sleeping quarters where a handful of maids were all fussing about like hens with their heads chopped off.
Lord Theodore's quarters were not large by noble standards, but impressive all the same. Lavish and gaudy, just as he expected. Tapestries and drapes were hung up high all about the walls, and on the ground, there were expensive fur carpets.
After moving past the maids and butlers who were currently shuffling about like a horde of ants whose nest was threatened by a boar, he stopped before a silk drape that barred the way to Lord Theodore's bedchambers.
"Lord Theodore," he called.
Silence.
"Lord Theodore?"
Nothing.
Feeling a little annoyed, Roland frowned. "Lord Theodore," he called again. "With all due respect, are you presently attired?"
Nothing but a muffled sound came from the other side. Roland grimaced, and looked up at the ceiling in exasperation before dropping his hand and tugging the curtain aside. The inside of the bedchamber wasn't much to look at. Just your average nobleman's bedroom with a canopy bed big enough to fit twelve women side-by-side.
Most did, in fact, do just that.
A bookshelf stood on each wall, and at the far end was another drape that led to an enclosed balcony where he had the gall to throw his used clothes through during summer.
"Greetings, my lord," Roland said.
Lord Theodore, however, didn't answer.
He sat in front of a full-length mirror on the dresser. He had this listless sort of look, like he just didn't know how to deal with things. It wasn't an expression he'd ever seen on the man's face.
"Lord Theodore, are you well?" Roland inquired, a sliver of unease creeping into his voice. Though he found the young lord childish—given he was barely eighteen years old—Lord Theodore was his responsibility. He'd been Roland's responsibility when he was a little brat, and even now.
Theodore gave a startled response. "Ah, Roland? Yes, I am quite well."
"My lord, with all due respect, I implore you to be truthful. Has something transpired?"
Roland was anxious now. While he harbored no particular fondness for Lord Theodore, a sworn oath bound him to protect and care for the Baron. Granted, his master, Lord Theodore's own father, had afforded him considerable autonomy within Holden's borders—heck, he could even go as far as beating up Lord Theodore without consequences, if Roland deemed it reasonable and necessary—but his code of honor held oaths sacred. The son of the house Varian would rather lose an arm and his birthright than break a single [Oath] made.
"No, truly, I'm fine."
"If that is the case," Roland acknowledged with a curt nod, "then I bear news."
Lord Theodore furrowed his brow. "Good news, I trust?"
"I'm afraid not," Roland sighed. "Yesterday, our patrol in the Deadwoods encountered a band of brigands...…"
Lord Theodore's frown deepened. "While banditry is a common occurrence, it often heralds further troubles. Elaborate, Roland."
"Indeed, my lord," Roland continued, "these brigands weren't merely causing a ruckus. Apparently, they were engaged in combat with a rather formidable creature, vaguely humanoid in form."
Lord Theodore's posture stiffened. "Vaguely humanoid? Can you provide further details?"
Roland shook his head. "Limited information, I'm afraid. Only reports of unnatural speed reached our ears; it appeared to be engaged with wolves. Both fled upon human-contact, however."
Lord Theodore stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Did our men prevail against the brigands? And this creature—surely Captain..." he paused, searching for the man's name.
"Thomas," Roland supplied.
"Ah, yes, Thomas. Holden is geographically close to the Deadwoods. Sir Thomas wouldn't simply abandon such a threat near the bordertowns, would he? He and I may not see eye to eye on certain matters, but... surely he wouldn't leave such a threat unaddressed." Lord Theodore said.
Roland hesitated. "Captain Thomas chose to bypass us and directly inform the Crown of their discovery. He remained tight-lipped regarding specifics despite repeated inquiries."
Lord Theodore hummed thoughtfully. "If Thomas deems it worthy of the Crown's attention, then it surpasses our jurisdiction. Let's hope for their swift and decisive action. What of the brigands? Eliminated, I presume?"
"So it seems," Roland replied. "All but one met their demise. The sole survivor remains in a cell, though maddened beyond reason."
"I see. Is that for now?" Lord Theodore leaned back in his chair.
"Not quite, my lord. We've had a recent outbreak of the Blight, and we suspect it was an intentional spread. Unfortunately, the culprit remains unidentified."
Theodore's expression morphed into one of genuine shock. "Are these two seemingly unrelated issues connected, perhaps?" He asked.
"It appears to be the case, my lord." A sigh escaped Roland's lips. The Blight—a magical sickness that eats away at your life force, causes lethargy, nausea, and kills you, all while your body radiates a pervasive foul odor. It had recently taken hold on a few people of Holden. Why or how, Roland did not know.
"Those afflicted have been quarantined in a secure location far from Holden to prevent further contagion. Our physicians are doing their utmost to manage them. However, several have died already, and the remaining victims exhibit signs of feral behavior—meaning, they have already entered the late stage, I'm afraid. It's become imperative that they remain under quarantine, lest they either bite other humans—given there's hunger for raw flesh in the late stage—or they could infect the crops, causing them to decay. Consequently, the farmers, understandably anxious, have retreated into their homes."
They were likely waiting for their lord, incompetent as he may be, to deal with the situation. Yet, he had his hand up a wench's skirt more than actually trying to fix the issues... What can I do with him? Roland sighed.
Lord Theodore rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Roland."
"Yes, my lord?"
"Do you think the Merchant Guild would let me have another loan?"
Roland's lips thinned into a line, but he shook his head. "Regrettably, my lord, they would not. The Merchants' Guild has been cautious lately. There was this whole unpleasant affair with a prominent [Merchant Lord] named Bertram, you might know the name. Used to flaunt more gold jewelry than some of the highborn nobles. Turns out, he was embezzling.
"Apparently, he manipulated the Guild's books for months. Inflated trade contracts with nonexistent suppliers from faraway lands, siphoned off the extra profit into his own pockets. Clever, gotta give him that. Even forged shipping manifests to keep it all looking legit.
"Nasty business, that. Apparently, the esteemed Lord Bertram decided a little vacation was in order after everything, and wouldn't you know it, he packed a rather hefty sum from the Guild's coffers along for the ride as well. We're talking a near royal-wedding-sized dowry here, my lord. Vanished, all of it.
"The details are still murky, but rumor has it Bertram might have gotten tangled with pirates operating from the Broken Isles. One of the [Pirate Kings], perhaps—or most likely. So, the Merchants' Guild has been refraining from giving out loans. And, my apologies to say this, my lord, but you're a high-risk individual, and you already have quite the debt with them... They wouldn't want to give more."
Lord Theodore already had a mountain of debt on his name... The interest rate was more than what Lord Theodore could pay off even if the crops did better than planned. Given that the Adventurers' Guild of this sector had been rather short on manpower lately due to a dungeon incursion in the town, Corinth, lying beside theirs and given that Lord Theodore had a tendency for tax evasion and then laundering… Yeah, they were royally fucked. Even if in this situation, Lord Theodore wanted a loan for himself... Roland just gave up. Maybe it was time to return to his master, Lord Theodore's father, and just ask him to appoint him somewhere else—he couldn't deal with this scumbag anymore, not in his current state.
"I see, they wouldn't. Not surprising. It seems I'm going to have to hire a [Necromancer] by my lonesome."
Roland blinked. "That's..." a shock, Roland stopped himself from saying. [Necromancers] cost a hefty sum, and given that Lord Theodore was already under debt and likely the financial situation of Holden was anything but optimal, hiring a [Necromancer] would've put a huge dent in Holden's already meager reserves. However, Roland hadn't imagined, not in his wildest dreams, that Lord Theodore would be employing one by his lonesome.
Throughout his life, Roland had known this man to not even spare a thought to anything that wasn't his immediate self-gratification, or his amusement and satisfaction. How was the wastrel noble suddenly going to change?
"My lord, my apologies for asking, but why do you require a [Necromancer's] assistance?" Roland finally asked, schooling his shocked expression.
"Oh, I have some... theories regarding the Blight." Lord Theodore grinned. "And a [Necromancer] might just be someone who we need in order to solve this problem once and for all."
Roland was shocked to his core, once more. "But, my lord, the treatment for the Blight isn't something common folk can afford? So, how...?"
"Nonsense, Roland. Forget that rudimentary concoction they peddle as a cure. I envision a more... permanent solution. Issue a commission at the Adventurers' Guild—a [Necromancer] or perhaps a [Witch], their talents are equally suited for this task."
"Yes, my lord." Roland bowed, failing to comprehend what Lord Theodore was planning on doing.
-2-
When Roland left, Ethan found it easier to relax. The stiff, aristocratic manners these people employed were rather annoying to bear with. No, they were rather hard to imitate, more accurately. Because despite his efforts, he'd still found it hard to match their ways, but it was doable. Not good enough, yet, but doable.
"How should I, going forward, act, then?" he muttered. "Because if I've understood a single thing, it is this: Theo's character as I know it now will ruin any chance of me, well, earning anything, be that respect, wealth, power, or all three. Should I continue as him, then, or completely overhaul Theodore's character and pretend it's some epiphany? A spiritual enlightenment, perhaps?"
Ethan shook his head. Whatever it may be, he wasn't planning on being like Theo. Let's go with a gradual change in mannerism.
First, however, he needed to deal with the Blight issue. Which would be easily dealt with—all he had to do was pay the [Necromancer], or [Witch], from his own pouch. Then, he needed to figure out this town's financial status and everything else in order to organize a working infrastructure and create new financial opportunities. Afterwards, he could move onto his 'character', if that is indeed what his situation required. There's a lot to do.
Before everything, however, a bath.
After all, he reeked of sweat and alcohol, among other not-so pleasant scents.
...
It took no more than a few minutes for a handful of servants to prepare the bath. Hot water steamed inside the spacious tub as soap bubbles glistened—soap that was far too expensive for the common folk. Despite being a luxury, its quality was arguably trash. Regardless, this was all the people had in this world. A strong scent of lavender permeated the air and tickled his nose as he undressed. A few maids had prepared for his comfort and placed a silken bathrobe alongside a set of towels on a small table near the bathtub before he'd dismissed them, ordering them to inform the kitchen staff that he would like his meal soon.
Ethan relaxed his shoulders, took the robe with one hand, and tossed it carelessly nearby. It was fine silk. Ethan shook his head before proceeding with an easy grace into the water. It was hot. Yet, Ethan felt rather cold, despite the heat. It helped him relax, and with it, the stiff persona that was Lord Theodore faded.
Ethan sank deeper, letting his long blond locks loose. A quick thought made him bring his hand forward. What if... he could make a fire? Just a little one, like a candle flame. How cool would that be? He focused, willing a tiny spark to appear on his fingertip. Nothing. Just a sputter and a fizzle.
"Hmm," he mumbled, undeterred. "Maybe I need to practice."
He doubted it was just understanding. After all, the skill [Elemental Spells] had given him the barest hints of the basics of how to create a basic spark of flame. He lacked control over mana. [Magic Perception] allowed him to view his mana—flowing, fast-moving streams and spiraling, coiling vortexes. It was chaotic; it was a mess! Maybe if he calmed it down, he could actually make something happen?
Easier said than done, he quickly learned. When he moved it, it took no less effort than bending metal with brute force. The feeling was there, and the will, too. Just the act of 'moving' it alone was a herculean effort. It seemed nigh impossible.
Maybe I'm doing it wrong?
Humming, Ethan looked through the snippets of memories he'd gotten from Theodore. The memories, he found, weren't entirely useless; as his mind drifted back and forth from those flashes, he did remember something Theodore had seen last night... There! A memory from last night—a drunk mage at the bar, showing off with a fireball for some girl who didn't seem too impressed.
"Let's see how that trick works," Ethan grinned.
With [Magic Perception], he saw how the spell flowed. The "spell" was, in a way, forced outwards into reality through the use of symbols he quickly recognized as runes—at least that was what he assumed after seeing the fireball.
Ethan could easily recall the shape of the rune that'd appeared before the fire took form on top of the mage's hand.
I'm pretty sure it's not possible to view runes. I assume, at least, from what little fragments of memories I got from Theo. Anyway, let's move my mana in the shape, then.
He imagined the shape on top of his hand and willed the mana to pour into it. Soon, rune motes started forming out of thin air, ripping into reality. Forming into a shape he willed, a rune burned brightly and loudly atop his palm. As he drew his hand forward, flames burst into life, flickering before fizzling out.
[Basic Magic Script] — Lvl 1 -> Lvl 2!
Congratulations! You have gained skill: [Basic Rune Creation]!
"Whoa." Ethan stared at his hand, a wide grin splitting his face. So that's how it works! Runes, huh? That's awesome! Ethan felt like a child again. He couldn't wait to try again, this time with a smaller flame, as it appeared that a fireball was far too much for his lacking skill and control. Magic... it was epic stuff!
Before that, however, he looked at the new skill he'd gained.
~Basic Rune Creation – Level 1~
Type: Active
Effect: You have grasped the fundamental concept of using runes to channel and shape your mana for basic magical effects. The Connection between two of your skill—[Magic Perception] and [Basic Magic Script]—has resulted in the creation of a new skill. You can now create simple runes that allow for the manipulation of elemental energy on a small scale. As your skill level increases, you will be able to create more complex runes, allowing for more powerful and versatile spells. You may also learn to combine runes for even greater magical effects.
Ethan stared. Reading the description was a quick matter of concentration. It took him by surprise, however, when he realized it. Rune creation? Huh. Does that mean I can create anything? The thought alone was exciting. What about rune motes? Rune motes were fragments of runes, combining certain fragments could result in a full rune. I saw them congregating into the shape of a rune, but is it possible to just create rune motes and not a full rune? I should try.
Regardless of his thoughts, it was creation—
—and Ethan loved creation. Even as a child, he had never gotten tired of tinkering with things. He still recalled the time he'd gotten his first Lego set. Just putting random pieces together with no thought for a bigger picture—he'd loved that. He'd loved doing all sorts of stuff with Legos, creating different castles or other complex structures, but it was building something completely random and ridiculous, yet unique nonetheless, which gave him the most sense of satisfaction. It was fun. It was a hobby—a hobby that ignited in him a fire of passion for innovation.
It was then the thought of being a civil engineer had sprung up in his mind. To put it simply, a civil engineer is responsible for planning, designing, and constructing buildings. Though, that was just a general term. Ethan would have been perfectly happy had he chosen that. Unfortunately, his father had wanted him to become a boxer, instead.
The man wanted to become one himself in his prime, but due to health issues, he'd quit right before making it to a big league. He'd hoped his son would achieve what he couldn't and bring victory for the family. Even though Ethan hadn't exactly planned boxing as his future, but who could refuse the pressure his old man put on him? Especially when he'd been just a little boy?
It was another matter entirely that Ethan fell in love with boxing, too, as it made him feel alive. The sensation of a punching bag slamming against his fists? Nothing quite made his blood boil like that.
And oh, fighting in the ring. There was just something about the sport Ethan couldn't resist.
Something about creation, fighting, and experiencing a bit of both, had Ethan wishing he could try the other options that lay in front of him now.
Could he make a real spaceship, in this world?
It sounded silly as fuck and he knew it. Nonetheless, the temptation was still there, hovering and nagging at the edge of his mind, as ridiculous as his previous thoughts might have been.
Spaceships are cool, dammit.
That thought suddenly gave Ethan pause. "Let's just return to practice."
This time, fire flickered atop his fingertips for a second longer.
Another second was added on top of that after his third try.
The light was dim. However, it did mean something: improvement.
[Elemental Spells] — Lvl 1 -> Lvl 2!
Grinning like an idiot, Ethan sank deeper into the hot bath water and brought his other hand up to repeat the exercise for the next half an hour or so, occasionally reading a notification that would come every now and then.
[Elemental Spells] — Lvl 2 -> Lvl 3!
[Elemental Spells] — Lvl 3 -> Lvl 4!
[Elemental Spells] — Lvl 4 -> Lvl 5!
But no matter what, he couldn't get it to level up to level 6, nor could he level up [Basic Magic Script] from level 2 to 3.
Why not, though? I'm doing—
"Don't rush," he chided himself. "Your control is pitiful, shaping is trash, and your spellcasting is akin to tossing stones into the sea without even knowing how to make it bounce—guesswork is all you are, but it's a good start, I suppose."
As he set a handful of candle-like flames afloat on all five of his fingers, his lips quirked into a wide smirk. It was only a party trick. For now, that is. I need to find more about magic and learn. I've been winging it.
That was true; he didn't understand anything about magic. All he'd done so far was try to emulate the rune he'd seen in the memory snippet through the help of [Magic Perception] and cast a few party tricks. Was that impressive? He had literally no comparison to base off of, thus why he knew he needed to learn more.
Theodore's memories proved to be useless in this regard, too. His father hadn't found him worthy enough to be assigned a mage as a tutor. Theodore was a disappointment through and through, and that's why he'd been sent to rule the bordertowns.
He could cast the spell, yes, but he didn't understand the underlying concepts that fueled the magic or what the process was.
-3-
Ethan descended down the stairs that would lead him to the dining room where breakfast had already been laid out for him. Two maids were present as well. It was a feast of the likes he'd only ever read in fairy tales. Fried, scrambled, boiled eggs. Different shapes, sizes, and cuts. Cakes and pies in varying quantities and sizes. Grilled meat, smoked and salted. How could he ever eat everything alone?
Ethan exhaled and then dove in; however, he still maintained decorum as it was imperative to do so given that he was a noble now. Regardless, once done, he made it to the meeting room given that he had some people to meet today.
"Barely breaking even," Ethan muttered, flicking the parchment in his hand. He frowned at the financial situation of Holden, the town he was in charge of. The bordertowns consisted of a series of towns lying on the periphery of the borders. Each town was a barony in name, and nobles—especially troublesome nobles—were often sent here to practice ruling and to make them accustomed to how the common folk lived, so they could empathize with the people they ruled.
With how many bandits the region had had lately, the Blight, debt, tax, and interest that'd ramped up, Ethan's current situation was mind-fucking at best and a keg waiting to explode at worst.
I don't want to deal with Theo's issues.
Not only was this whole situation something Ethan did not want in the slightest, a whole can of worms that were Theo's problems was thrust into his hands. Ethan had held no fantasies of getting isekai'd. That was suicide in his books. He'd have been more than happy to die and meet oblivion. But now that he was here…
Leaning back into his chair, Ethan rubbed his eyes. Yeah, he needed to deal with everything and make the best of his situation to live a comfortable life. When Roland returned with a man in tow, Ethan hummed.
The man was young, younger than Roland, even. Black hair and sharp green eyes. He held himself high with confidence and Ethan recognized him instantly. Isn't he that mage from the bar?
"My lord," Roland bowed. "I have brought a [Necromancer] as per your command."
The [Necromancer] bowed and with a thin smile said, "Pleased to be at your service, my lord. The name's Jack."
Hm. So he wasn't a mage but a [Necromancer].
"Likewise," Ethan replied with a nod, then leaned forward, smiling. "Say, Jack, would you like to be part of a business opportunity?
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First time posting :) Would love any general feedback as this is my first true attempt at writing a body of work, let alone building a world. This is unfinished, but there will be a link to the doc at the bottom. Thank you :)
Excerpt: Fifty years ago, in the year 492 of the Lymphs Era, a great war broke out among the Human and Fae. Each race brutally fought to stake their claim as rulers between the 5 territories. Fueled by dreams of riches and powerful countries for their kin, hundreds of thousands of souls were lost as steel clashed and magic users summoned mighty winds and burning fires. Unfortunately, the humans were no match against the Fae, and an inevitable defeat came to head. But, the universe had other plans for the Humans and Fae as something happened that could only be described as a myth for future generations.
In the heart of the battle raging on the southern continent of Ebryea, a portal ripped open between worlds, like a knife cutting paper, among the hundreds of warriors on the battlefield. All stood in sheer awe as Other Worldly beings began stepping through. Their skin was slick and gray, almost metallic-like. Their bodies, humanoid in nature, were chiseled like granite and trained for combat. But, it was their faces that shocked the warriors. Their expression was calm, almost endearing as they stepped onto the battlefield. It appeared they had waited centuries for this moment, and knew exactly what they were doing.
A Fae male began charging at them, only to be met by what could be described as physical lightening wielded by the humanoid. As they slashed down onto the male, he evaporated into ash that trailed in the wind. Everyone on the battlefield froze. The silence was so deafening, you could hear the groaning of the half-dead warriors almost a mile away.
The Other Worldly surveyed the men and Fae alike. Sizing up each person, as if they were determining the value they could provide them. One of them curled such a hideous smile that one man vomited from sheer terror. The Other Wordly snapped its fingers at the man, and he turned to ash. Not an atom left of him to this world.
Link: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1xRednajQZPhQ6jpIn9GPw3UHmULK25HWGbiqEc8_F_Y/edit?usp=sharing

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System	Item	Condition	Price	Photos
3DS	3DS XL Zelda Link Between Worlds edition (charger port is loose, minor crack near port)	Loose	$160.00	Pics
3DS	Castlevania: Lords of Shadow: Mirror of Fate	Loose	$18.00
3DS	Dragon Quest VII: Fragments of the Forgotten Past	Loose	$43.00
3DS	Etrian Odyssey Untold: The Millennium Girl	Loose	$38.00
3DS	Final Fantasy Explorers (Heavy liquid damage to artwork and case)	CIB	$16.00
3DS	Harvest Moon 3D: A New Beggining	Loose	$11.00
3DS	Hatsune Miku: Project Mirai DX	Loose	$38.00
3DS	Jewel Master: Cradle of Egypt 2 3D	CIB	$8.00
3DS	Kid Icarus: Uprising	Loose	$38.00
3DS	Kingdom Hearts 3D Dream Drop Distance	Loose	$11.00
3DS	Kirby Planet Robobot	Loose	$26.00
3DS	Kirby Triple Deluxe	Loose	$14.00
3DS	Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time (label fading / damage)	Loose	$30.00
3DS	Legend of Zelda: Tri Force Heroes	Loose	$14.00
3DS	Luigi's Mansion: Dark Moon	Loose	$12.00
3DS	Mario & Sonic at the 2016 Rio Olympic Games	CIB	$17.00
3DS	Mario Golf: World Tour	Loose	$20.00
3DS	Monster Hunter 4 Ultimate	Loose	$13.00
3DS	One Piece: Unlimited World Red	Loose	$20.00
3DS	Pokemon Moon (In case with reprinted art)	Loose	$14.00
3DS	Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Gates to Infinity	Loose	$18.00
3DS	Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Gates to Infinity	Loose	$19.00
3DS	Pokemon Rumble Blast	CIB	$22.00
3DS	Pokemon Sun (In case with reprinted art)	Loose	$14.00
3DS	Pokemon Super Mystery Dungeon	Loose	$20.00
3DS	Professor Layton and the Azran Legacy	Loose	$94.00
3DS	Puzzle & Dragons Z + Puzzle & Dragons: Super Mario Bros. Edition	Loose	$14.00
3DS	Samurai Warriors Chronicles	CIB	$14.00
3DS	Scribblenauts Unlimited	CIB	$7.00
3DS	Senran Kagura: Deep Crimson 2	Loose	$42.00
3DS	Skylanders Giants	Loose	$7.00
3DS	Sonic and All-Stars Racing Transformed	Loose	$8.00
3DS	Style Savvy: Trendsetters	Loose	$31.00
3DS	Super Mario 3D Land	Loose	$9.00
3DS	Yo-Kai Watch	Loose	$12.00
3DS	Yoshi's New Island	Loose	$10.00
Dreamcast	Sonic Adventure (Sega All-Stars)	CIB	$41.00
DS	Advance Wars: Days of Ruin	Loose	$18.00
DS	Advance Wars: Dual Strike	Loose	$21.00	Pics
DS	Age of Empires: The Age of Kings	CIB	$9.00
DS	Beyblade Metal Fusion	Loose	$4.00
DS	Bleach Blade of Fate	Loose	$11.00
DS	Bleach Dark Souls	Loose	$16.00
DS	Bomberman	Loose	$11.00
DS	Children of Mana	Loose	$11.00
DS	Clubhouse Games	CIB	$4.00
DS	Eragon	CIB	$5.00
DS	Final Fantasy IV	Loose	$15.00
DS	From the Abyss	Loose	$24.00
DS	Guilty Gear Dust Strikers	Loose	$10.00
DS	Kirby Planet Robobot	Loose	$26.00
DS	LBX: Little Battlers Experience	Loose	$12.00
DS	Legend of Legacy	Loose	$14.00
DS	Legendary Starfy	Loose	$14.00
DS	Luminous Arc	Loose	$35.00
DS	Mega Man Star Force Leo	CIB	$60.00
DS	Nostalgia	Loose	$25.00
DS	Princess on Ice	CIB	$7.00
DS	Ragnarok Online DS	Loose	$26.00
DS	Ridge Racer DS	Loose	$7.00
DS	Rockman ZX (JP)	Loose	$8.00
DS	Sands of Destruction	Loose	$46.00
DS	Sims 2	Loose	$17.00
DS	Summon Night Twin Age	Loose	$30.00
DS	True Swing Golf	CIB	$7.00
DS	Urbz: Sims in the City	Loose	$21.00
GB	Gameboy Pocket Black	CIB	$120.00
GB	Q*Bert	Loose	$14.00
GB	Wario Land (cracked bottom right corner)	Loose	$13.00
GBA	GBA SP 101 graphite (damage on front of box where promo sticker was)	CIB	$300.00
GBA	Metroid Fusion (heavy wear, faded cartridge)	CIB	$110.00
GBA	Monster Rancher Advance (rough condition box)	CIB	$51.00
GBA	Pokemon Sapphire	Loose	$80.00	Pics
GBA	Rebelstar Tactical Command	CIB	$36.00
GBA	Super Mario Advance (faded label)	Loose	$12.00
GBA JP	Super Street Fighter II X Revival	Loose	$23.00
GCN	Animal Crossing	Loose	$37.00
GCN	Baldur's Gate: Dark Alliance	CIB	$26.00
GCN	Donkey Konga	CIB	$18.00
GCN	Final Fantasy Crystal Chronicles	CIB	$12.00
GCN	Gameboy Player black	Loose	$46.00
GCN	Gameboy Player Startup disc	CIB	$112.00
GCN	Harvest Moon Magical Melody	Loose	$17.00
GCN	Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time Master Quest	Game + case	$48.00
GCN	Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess	Loose	$81.00
GCN	Lord of the Rings: The Third Age	CIB	$21.00
GCN	Magical Mirror Starring Mickey Mouse	CIB	$17.00
GCN	Prince of Persia: The Two Thrones	Loose	$11.00
GCN	Sonic Adventure DX	Loose	$18.00
GCN	Sonic Gems Collection	Loose	$26.00
GCN	Sonic Heroes (PC)	CIB	$25.00
GCN	Sonic Mega Collection	Loose	$10.00
GCN	Sonic Riders	Loose	$23.00
GCN	Super Mario Sunshine	Loose	$23.00
Genesis	Phantom 2040 (heavy box wear)	Game + box	$40.00
LCD	Game & Watch Super Mario Bros	Loose	$24.00
N64	007 The World is Not Enough (Minor liquid damage to label)	Loose	$12.00
N64	All-Star Baseball 2001	Loose	$8.00
N64	Banjo-Kazooie (Label has tears and fading)	Loose	$17.00
N64	Bomberman 64	Loose	$20.00
N64	Cruis'n USA (Label tears)	Loose	$11.00
N64	Cruis'n World (Blockbuster sticker on label)	Loose	$16.00
N64	Doom 64 (Minor label tears)	Loose	$24.00
N64	Duke Nukem 64 (Label has tears)	Loose	$17.00
N64	Hexen (Marker on cart, minor label tears)	Loose	$11.00
N64	Hybrid Heaven	Loose	$15.00
N64	International Superstar Soccer 98	Loose	$28.00
N64	Lode Runner 3D	Loose	$13.00
N64	Mace: The Dark Age	Loose	$14.00
N64	Mario Tennis (Minor label tears)	Loose	$16.00
N64	Milo's Astro Lanes	Loose	$14.00
N64	N64 Expansion Pak	Loose	$40.00
N64	Ogre Battle 64	Game + box	$150.00
N64	Paperboy 64	Loose	$11.00
N64	Quake II	Loose	$14.00
N64	Rampage 2 (Blockbuster sticker on label)	Loose	$20.00
N64	Space Invaders (Blockbuster sticker on label)	Loose	$13.00
N64	Super Mario 64 (faded label)	Loose	$30.00
N64	War Gods	Loose	$9.00
N64	Zelda Majora's Mask (Holographic label, scratch along label)	Loose	$48.00
NES	Adventure Island	Loose	$9.00
NES	Alpha Mission (dirty front label)	Loose	$5.00
NES	Castlevania II: Simon's Quest	Loose	$13.00
NES	Golf	Loose	$3.00
NES	Hook	Loose	$14.00
NES	Ice Climber	Loose	$17.00
NES	Ice Hockey	Loose	$3.00
NES	Ikari Warriors	Loose	$8.00
NES	Jeopardy! Junior Edition	Loose	$4.00
NES	Kid Icarus	Loose	$18.00
NES	M.U.S.C.L.E.	Loose	$14.00
NES	Ninja Gaiden (Label damage)	Loose	$12.00
NES	Snoopy's Silly Sports Spectacular	Loose	$9.00
NES	Super Mario Bros 3 (Label damage)	Loose	$14.00
NES	T&C Surf Designs	Loose	$5.00
NES	Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (in clamshell case)	Loose	$9.00
NES	Top Gun	Loose	$3.00
NES	Ultimate Basketball	Loose	$4.00
NES	Wrath of the Black Manta	Game + manual	$9.00
PS1	Ape Escape GH	CIB	$23.00
PS1	Brave Fencer Musashi	Loose	$43.00
PS1	Bushido Blade 2	Loose	$14.00
PS1	Chrono Cross	CIB	$20.00
PS1	Cool Boarders 2	CIB	$5.00
PS1	Crash Bandicoot: Warped GH	CIB	$11.00
PS1	Croc GH	CIB	$10.00
PS1	Driver 1 & 2 Twin Pack GH	CIB	$17.00
PS1	Final Fantasy VII GH	Game + case	$26.00
PS1	Frogger GH	CIB	$9.00
PS1	Gran Turismo 2 GH	CIB	$10.00
PS1	Hot Shots Golf 2	CIB	$11.00
PS1	Legend of Dragoon	CIB	$42.00
PS1	Mega Man X6	Game + manual	$18.00
PS1	Metal Gear Solid	CIB	$35.00
PS1	Metal Gear Solid GH	CIB	$29.00
PS1	Namco Museum Volume 1 GH	CIB	$8.00
PS1	Nightmare Creatures	CIB	$27.00
PS1	Parasite Eve (disc 1 only)	Game + case	$34.00
PS1	Resident Evil 2	Game + case	$34.00
PS1	Rocket Power Team Rocket Rescue	CIB	$8.00
PS1	Simpson's Wrestling	CIB	$21.00
PS1	Sol Divide	CIB	$17.00
PS1	Space Invaders	CIB	$8.00
PS1	Tomb Raider II	CIB	$12.00
PS1	Tomb Raider: The Last Revelation	CIB	$9.00
PS1	Tony Hawk's Pro Skater 2	CIB	$11.00
PS1	Tony Hawk's Pro Skater GH	CIB	$9.00
PS1	WWF Smackdown 2: Know Your Role	CIB	$14.00
PS1	WWF War Zone GH	CIB	$9.00
PS1	Yu-Gi-Oh! Forbidden Memories	Game + case	$26.00
PS2	Art of Figthing Anthology (water damaged art)	CIB	$10.00
PS2	Barbarian	CIB	$8.00
PS2	Beyond Good & Evil	CIB	$13.00
PS2	CSI 3 Dimensions of Murder	CIB	$6.00
PS2	Dynasty Warriors 5 Empires	CIB	$13.00
PS2	Fatal Frame II	CIB	$73.00
PS2	Final Fantasy XII Collector's Edition	CIB	$12.00
PS2	Frogger: The Great Quest	CIB	$8.00
PS2	Godai Elemental Force	CIB	$5.00
PS2	Grandia II	Game + case	$17.00
PS2	Grim Adventures of Billy & Mandy	CIB	$21.00
PS2	Guitar Hero	CIB	$7.00
PS2	Hard Hitter Tennis	CIB	$4.00
PS2	Headhunter Redemption	Game + case	$9.00
PS2	Kessen	CIB	$7.00
PS2	Kya Dark Lineage	CIB	$14.00
PS2	Mobile Suit Gundam Journey To Jaburo	Game + case	$14.00
PS2	NBA Street	CIB	$12.00
PS2	Ratchet & Clank	CIB	$10.00
PS2	Samurai Warriors	Game + case	$8.00
PS2	Samurai Warriors 2 Empires	CIB	$17.00
PS2	Samurai Warriors 2 Xtreme Legends	CIB	$20.00
PS2	Shadow Hearts From the New World	Game + case	$47.00
PS2	Shadow Man Second Coming	Game + case	$10.00
PS2	Shin Megami Tensei: Devil Summoner 2: Raidou Kuzunoha vs. King Abaddon	Game + case	$110.00
PS2	Silent Hill 2 (no music CD)	CIB	$126.00
PS2	Sly Cooper and the Thievius Raccoonus	CIB	$19.00
PS2	SSX	CIB	$7.00
PS2	SSX On Tour	CIB	$8.00
PS2	Star Wars Super Bombad Racing	CIB	$9.00
PS2	Starsky & Hutch	CIB	$5.00
PS2	Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2: Battle Nexus	Game + case	$22.00
PS2	Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 3 Mutant Nightmare	CIB	$26.00
PS2	Tekken Tag Tournament	Loose	$8.00
PS2	The Great Escape	CIB	$9.00
PS2	Thunderstrike: Operation Phoenix	CIB	$5.00
PS2	Tokyo Xtreme Racer Zero	CIB	$14.00
PS2	Tsugunai Atonement	Game + case	$47.00
PS2	Vexx	CIB	$12.00
PS2	Yu-Gi-Oh GX The Beginning of Destiny (art damage)	CIB	$34.00
PS2 JP	Another Century's Episode	CIB	$10.00
PS3	Ar Tonelico Qoga: Knell of Ar Ciel	CIB	$34.00
PS3	Atelier Ayesha: The Alchemist Of Dusk	CIB	$19.00
PS3	BlazBlue: Calamity Trigger	CIB	$17.00
PS3	Bleach: Soul Resurreccion	CIB	$28.00
PS3	Bound by Flame	CIB	$8.00
PS3	Bulletstorm: Limited Edition	CIB	$7.00
PS3	Dante's Inferno: Divine Edition	CIB	$14.00
PS3	Disgaea 3: Absence of Justice	CIB	$9.00
PS3	Dragon's Crown	CIB	$10.00
PS3	Elder Scrolls IV Oblivion GH	CIB	$9.00
PS3	Eternal Sonata	CIB	$20.00
PS3	Fairy Fencer F	CIB	$20.00
PS3	Final Fantasy XIII	CIB	$9.00
PS3	Folklore (Water damaged art)	CIB	$34.00
PS3	Heavy Rain	CIB	$5.00
PS3	Hitman: Absolution	CIB	$6.00
PS3	inFamous GH	CIB	$8.00
PS3	Just Dance 4	CIB	$5.00
PS3	Kane & Lynch 2: Dog Days	CIB	$8.00
PS3	Kingdoms Of Amalur Reckoning	CIB	$4.00
PS3	Lego Star Wars: The Complete Saga	CIB	$9.00
PS3	LittleBig Planet	CIB	$9.00
PS3	Madden NFL 15	CIB	$4.00
PS3	Mirror's Edge	CIB	$7.00
PS3	Mugen Souls	CIB	$14.00
PS3	Mugen Souls Z	CIB	$16.00
PS3	Naruto Shippuden Ultimate Ninja Storm Generations	CIB	$8.00
PS3	NCAA Football 11	CIB	$7.00
PS3	Ni No Kuni Wrath of the White Witch	CIB	$6.00
PS3	One Piece: Unlimited World Red	CIB	$23.00
PS3	Persona 4 Arena	CIB	$11.00
PS3	Persona 5	Game + case	$13.00
PS3	Portal 2	CIB	$9.00
PS3	Record Of Agarest War 2 [Limited Edition] (Heavy outer box wear)	CIB	$26.00
PS3	Red Dead Redemption Undead Nightmare	CIB	$9.00
PS3	Rune Factory: Tides of Destiny	CIB	$16.00
PS3	Sacred 2: Fallen Angel	CIB	$7.00
PS3	Sonic Generations	CIB	$9.00
PS3	Star Ocean: The Last Hope International	CIB	$10.00
PS3	Tekken Tag Tournament 2	CIB	$16.00
PS3	The Darkness	CIB	$13.00
PS3	Twisted Metal	CIB	$18.00
PS3	Uncharted	CIB	$5.00
PS3	Uncharted 2	CIB	$5.00
PS3	Uncharted 3	CIB	$5.00
PS3	White Knight Chronicles International Edition	CIB	$8.00
PS3	Witch and the Hundred Knight	CIB	$17.00
PS3	Yakuza 4	CIB	$12.00
PSP	Ratchet and Clank: Size Matters GH	CIB	$9.00
SNES	Batman Forever	Loose	$6.00
SNES	F-Zero	Loose	$14.00
SNES	Goof Troop	Loose	$19.00
SNES	Power Rangers Zeo Battle Racers	Loose	$13.00
SNES	Spiderman X-Men Arcade's Revenge	Loose	$9.00
SNES	Star Fox (heavy box wear)	CIB	$34.00
SNES	Super Baseball 2020	Loose	$13.00
SNES	Terminator 2: The Arcade Game	Loose	$10.00
SNES	Tetris 2	Loose	$7.00
Switch	Bendy and the Ink Machine	CIB	$26.00
Switch	Galak-Z: The Void & Skulls of the Shogun: Bone-A-Fide	CIB	$13.00
Switch	Gigantosaurus: The Game	CIB	$11.00
Switch	Mario + Rabbids Kingdom Battle	CIB	$13.00
Switch	Party Arcade	CIB	$9.00
Switch	Resident Evil Origins Collection	CIB	$19.00
Switch	Tales of Vesperia: Definitive Edition	CIB	$19.00
Switch	The House of the Dead Remake [Limidead Edition]	NIB	$36.00
Wii	Batallion Wars 2	Loose	$9.00
Wii	Castle of Shikigami III	CIB	$34.00
Wii	Dead Space Extraction	Loose	$17.00
Wii	Dokapon Kingdom	Loose	$38.00
Wii	Excite Truck	CIB	$7.00
Wii	Gold classic controller pro	Loose	$20.00
Wii	Guitar Hero: Warriors of Rock	Loose	$26.00
Wii	Harvest Moon: Magical Melody	Loose	$10.00
Wii	Just Dance 2020	CIB	$31.00
Wii	Metroid Prime 3: Corruption	CIB	$11.00
Wii	Michael Jackson: The Experience (with glove)	CIB	$26.00
Wii	SimCity Creator	CIB	$7.00
Wii	Yoshi Wii remote plus	Loose	$36.00
Wii U	Ducktales Remastered	CIB	$22.00
Wii U	Fast & Furious Showdown	Game + case	$14.00
Wii U	Madden NFL 13	CIB	$9.00
Wii U	Monster Hunter 3 Ultimate	CIB	$14.00
Wii U	Resident Evil: Revelations	Game + case	$14.00
Wii U	Tekken Tag Tournament 2	Loose	$21.00
Xbox	Halo 2 Limited Collector's Edition (no slipcover)	CIB	$17.00
Xbox	i-Ninja	Game + case	$11.00
Xbox	Myst IV: Revelation	CIB	$9.00
Xbox 360	Batman: Arkham Origins	CIB	$26.00
Xbox 360	Brothers in Arms Hell's Highway	CIB	$8.00
Xbox 360	Crackdown 2	CIB	$6.00
Xbox 360	Darksiders	CIB	$5.00
Xbox 360	Far Cry 3	CIB	$4.00
Xbox 360	Grid	CIB	$9.00
Xbox One	Red Dead Redemption GOTY	CIB	$16.00

I also have some extra amiibo I am looking to sell!

Item	Condition	Price
8-bit Classic Mario amiibo	NIB	$13.00
Blathers (Animal Crossing) amiibo	Loose	$6.00
Bowser	Loose	$8.00
Chibi-Robo	Loose	$9.00
Cyrus (Animal Crossing) amiibo	Loose	$6.00
Daisy [Super Smash Bros]	Loose	$30.00
Fox amiibo	NIB	$14.00
Ganondorf amiibo	Loose	$13.00
Inkling Boy (Splatoon) amiibo	Loose	$9.00
Inkling Boy amiibo	Loose	$9.00
Inkling Boy amiibo	Loose	$9.00
Inkling Girl	Loose	$10.00
Inkling Girl amiibo	Loose	$10.00
Inkling Squid	Loose	$12.00
Inkling Squid - Neon Purple	Loose	$10.00
Inkling Squid - Neon Purple amiibo	Loose	$10.00
Kirby - Star	Loose	$14.00
Link (Smash) amiibo	Loose	$15.00
Link (Smash) amiibo	Loose	$15.00
Link (Smash) amiibo	Loose	$15.00
Little Mac (Smash) amiibo	NIB	$20.00
Lottie (Animal Crossing) amiibo	Loose	$3.00
Lucario amiibo	NIB	$10.00
Lucas (Smash) amiibo	Loose	$9.00
Lucas amiibo	Loose	$9.00
Mario - 30th, Classic	Loose	$7.00
Mario (Wedding) amiibo	Loose	$14.00
Marth (Smash) amiibo	Loose	$9.00
Mewtwo amiibo (packaging plastic damages)	CIB	$10.00
Octoling Boy	Loose	$14.00
Octoling Girl	Loose	$17.00
Octoling Octopus	Loose	$20.00
Peach (Smash) amiibo (figure came loose from stand)	Loose	$9.00
Pearl / Marina 2-pack amiibo	NIB	$23.00
Reese (Animal Crossing) amiibo	Loose	$4.00
Rider Link amiibo	Loose	$16.00
Waddle Dee	Loose	$9.00
Yarn Yoshi - Green	Loose	$15.00
Young Link amiibo	NIB	$26.00

For those of you who are unfamiliar with what a biogas plant is, how it works or what they're actually used for allow me to educate you. A biogas plant produces natural gas, or rather a substitute for natural gas, from fermented corn silage as well as other agricultural waste products. Farmers, such as myself, would bring in silage which we would unload into a large concrete bunker silo, basically just a big walled in pit. The plant I delivered to used a modified snowcat to push the silage around and pack it down evenly in the pit. Once one pit filled up they would tarp it and leave it to ferment and move on to the next pit. Once a pit was fully fermented they would uncover it and use a large wheel loader to shovel the fermented silage into what's called an anaerobic digester. It's basically just a big tank with an agitator that you fill up with a bunch of organic matter and heat it up which produces methane gas as the microorganisms inside begin to break everything down. This gas is then captured and can be used for basically everything natural gas is used for already but it's supposed to be better for the environment or something. These plants are way more common in Europe but they have started to pop up here in North America as well. And yes, before you ask, these places smell worse than you could possibly imagine.
I always thought it was a little bit weird that they built one way up here in Northern Alberta but since the large dairy farm I worked at pretty much always had an excess of corn silage every year, we certainly welcomed another place to sell it to especially since they're not picky. Trying to sell to another dairy farmer is always a hassle because they're always concerned with the quality, as they should be if they're feeding it to their cows, but the biogas plant basically just needs organic matter, it doesn't really matter what it is. If it can decompose you can make gas out of it.
Last fall we had an exceptionally good corn harvest to the point where we still had 4 more fields still to harvest by the time we had enough to feed the cows for the next year. As I said this isn't uncommon. When you're harvesting corn for silage you use a totally different harvester. Rather than a combine that separates out the actual corn kernels from the rest of the plant you use a forage harvester which is essentially a giant woodchipper on wheels that takes in the whole crop and shreds it up. Since corn can easily grow 10 feet high and you spread that over a few thousand acres you get a crazy high volume of silage coming in. Upon realizing how much excess we had my boss did what he always did and called up the plant who as always agreed to take in what we didn't need. The next morning rather than trucking back to the farm we were instructed to head straight over to the plant once our trailers had filled up.
I arrived with my first load at the plant around 10 am. A man wearing a high vis jacket directed me onto the large scale they used to weigh the trucks coming in and out. "Good harvest this year Jim?" The friendly old lady in the scalehouse said as she took down the weight of my loaded truck. I felt bad as I had been delivering to this plant on and off for the last 8 years I had worked on Mr. Baker's dairy farm but I couldn't remember, or I'd just never learned her name. Oh well, I certainly wasn't going to out myself now. "Well if we're delivering here you know it's a good one," I replied. "And there's plenty more where this came from." "Glad to hear it!" She smiled back at me handing me my paperwork. "Now you just head right on down to the back there and the boys will show you where to dump" "Thank you," I said taking the papers from her and putting my truck back into gear.
I pulled off the scale and made my way to the back of the plant where the big concrete pits are. Some more men in high vis gear directed me to back into a specific one. The giant pit was only about half full at the this point but the mountain of silage in my rear view mirrors still looked to be about 30 feet deep at its highest point. As usual they had me back up until my trailer started to climb the pile a bit. this way there were no gaps in the pile and the snowcat wouldn't have to do as much pushing. As I watched the back wheels of my trailer roll on to the silage pile in my mirrors I heard the unmistakable sound of a tire blowing out. A loud pop and then a slow hiss that quickly dissipated. "Shit!" I thought to myself as I hopped out to inspect the damage. One of the workers had also come to see what had happened.
"Must be one of your inside tires" he said to me as I approached, "all the outside ones look fine." I bent down and looked under the truck, sure enough he was right. The inside tire on the right side of the rear axle was completely flat. "Well I suppose that's why semi trucks have dual wheels," I said trying to sound unfazed while simultaneously preparing myself for the ass chewing I was bound to receive for this later. I walked around to the back of the truck to inspect the damage further and saw what had punctured my tire. I stumbled back a bit as I realized it was what appeared to be a broken bone sticking out of the tire. "What the..." I said mostly to myself but the worker must've heard too as it caused him to look down at it as well. When he did his face went white for a second then he composed himself. "Well I'll be damned," he said, "I've been here since the plant opened and I ain't never seen that before, some uh, poor animal must've gone through the forage harvester, or uh, some farmer's dog must've dug it up and dropped it in their silo." He seemed real shifty as he said this and almost seemed like he was trying to convince himself of what he was saying but I brushed it off as I figured he was probably just as shocked as I was.
While I was still able to unload I did have to leave the truck and trailer at the plant that night. A mobile tire repair service would be out in the morning to get it all fixed up. I got a ride back to the farm with our next truck to arrive at the plant and finished out the day pressure washing the manure spreaders. No doubt a reward for my efforts that day. I had to take a good long shower at the farm office before getting in my truck to head home for the night. As I started the engine I went to pull my phone out of my pocket to plug it in to the charger and realized that I didn't have it. I padded all my other pockets, nope definitely not there. I then realized that I had likely left it in the semi which was now at the plant, probably locked behind a gate for the night. Logically I could have just waited till morning to go and retrieve it. I was probably just going to go straight to bed when I got home anyway so what did I need my phone for? But because humans now have separation anxiety from their phones burned into them at age 3 I found myself pulling out on to the road in the direction of the plant rather than home. I hoped there would be some friendly night security guard that would let me in to grab it and I'd be on my way in 5 minutes.
I reached the plant just as it was getting dark and indeed there was a security guard standing at the gate as I pulled up. A very heavily armed security guard. He had what looked like a military rifle slung over his back and I wondered what on earth he needed that for. They were very illegal for civilians to own here in the great white north so they must've had a damn good reason to arm their security like this for the government to let them do it. He looked rather intimidating but surprisingly was not at all antagonistic when I rolled down my window. "Are you lost partner?" He said in a rather friendly tone. "No, no, I work for one of the farms that delivers here," I said, "My truck blew a tire on the trailer earlier today and it's still sitting over by pit 3 and I think I left my phone in the cab, do you mind if I go check?" He gave me a suspicious look, then he peered into the pickup bed and generally looked over me and my truck, then he gazed off down the road and looked at his watch. "Alright you got 10 minutes, and try and stay out of the night shift's way" he said in a much less friendly tone.
A loud click and then a buzzing sound came from the gate as it began to move and I drove through it. By now it was almost completely dark but the large spotlights of the plant made it easy to navigate. I came around the corner and saw my truck still sitting across from pit 3 and I pulled up in front of it. As I got out I noticed that there was a large excavator up on top of the pile in pit 4. I knew it was digging into the silage but I couldn't really see what it was doing properly because the concrete wall that separated pits 3 and 4 partially obscured it. I could also see the roof of the snowcat peeking up over the wall. It must've been parked a little ways away on top of the pile and I figured it must've gotten stuck and they were using the excavator to try and get it out. I paid it little attention as I entered the cab of the semi truck and quickly found my phone in the cupholder. I grabbed it and just as I was climbing down a voice called out to me.
"Hey who the fuck are you?? And what are you doing here???" A disgruntled looking worker wearing the same high vis gear was running towards me. "I just left my phone in this truck here, the security guard let me in to grab it" I stammered backing up towards my pickup. "Of course he fucking did" the man grumbled and he snatched his radio out of his jacket pocket. "Peter what the hell did you let this dumbass in here for you can't be doing that!" He shouted into the radio. "Relax they're not even here yet" the guard's voice crackled through the radio. "Umm actually I see headlights if he's got his phone tell him to get out of there." The man looked back to me. "You heard him son get lost and don't come back here after delivery hours again you got it?" I nodded and climbed back into my pickup truck and began to drive back towards the gate. As I exited the guard waved to me from behind the big black GMC Yukon that had pulled up to the gate. He appeared to be talking to the driver. There was a large U-Haul truck behind it followed by another black Yukon. As I passed the last vehicle I noticed in my rear view mirror the 3 trucks enter the plant ad the guard shutting the gate behind them.
That whole situation did not sit right with me. On the drive home I contemplated everything that I had seen and heard from the guard and the other worker. They were up to something in that plant at night that maybe even the bosses didn't know about. My best guess was it was some kind of drug operation. If movies have taught me anything drug kingpins always drive black SUVs. I know I should have left it alone but life up here in Northern Alberta was so boring my curiosity ended up getting the better of me. I thought that I could help bring down some kind of criminal organization and be a local hero, and that worst case scenario nothing was happening and nothing would come of it.
After harvest concluded I had a couple of days off to rest as we'd been working pretty crazy hours lately. I however did not rest. I was trying to find out everything I could about the plant and the people who ran it. I really couldn't find anything about it, in fact it was as if the place didn't exist. You would think there would at least be a news story from when they built the place what with it being the biggest boost to the local economy and job market our town had ever seen and all but there was nothing. Finally I decided the only thing to do was to see if I could observe what those black SUVs and the U-Haul truck were doing in the plant at night. Maybe get some photos of the exchange and hand them off to the police. I did some poking around on Google maps and found an old logging road that ran across the ridge behind the plant. There was a little dirt area where people often parked to unload their ATVs to go riding in the woods up there that was maybe only a kilometre or so from the north side of the plant.
I drove up there just before dark and hiked down through the woods all the way to the north fence of the plant. It was just a chain link fence like you'd see around a schoolyard not a barbed wire prison fence or anything so I made quick work of climbing over it. Luckily for me there was a lot of equipment and old dumpsters and shipping containers in this part of the plant for me to hide behind as I made my way towards where the main gate was. I crouched down behind one of their company trucks parked near the gate and waited about 20 minute before I saw the black SUVs pull up. This time though they didn't have a U-Haul they had a much larger yellow Penske box truck. They must be hauling some serious product to be renting that thing. I watched as the trucks rolled through the gate and much like they had done with me a few days prior the plant workers in high vis gear directed them back towards the pits.
I began to sneak my way over there being careful to stay out of sight. I realized very quickly that I wouldn't be able to get very close while still remaining hidden. The area around the pits was largely wide open to allow to turn around and back in so there was nothing to conceal me as I approached. I noticed the office nearby and had an idea. I snuck over to it and tried the door. It was open but the lights were off inside. Luckily no alarms went off and I found what I came for quickly. A high vis uniform and a white hard hat laying on the break room table. I also grabbed some safety glasses and a dust mask as it wasn't uncommon for the workers to wear them, there was a lot of dust around the pits, and I figured it would help conceal my identity.
After putting on the uniform and sneaking back outside I observed the workers for a few minutes to see what they were doing and how best to blend in. Most of them appeared to either be standing around watching the trucks pull up or walking somewhere so I figured just walking like I was on a mission was good enough. Turns out I didn't need to fake it for long. As I neared the yellow Penske truck I saw some men getting out of the black SUVs. They were dressed in what looked like church robes but definitely not Catholic since they didn't have the collar. One of them turned to me and I froze. "Hey buddy, we got a pretty big load tonight, mind giving us a hand?" Realizing my cover was working I decided to play along and just leave the part about me helping the drug lords out of my statement to the police. I nodded and walked over with the other workers and awaited instructions.
I heard the sound of a diesel engine coming closer and looked over to see the excavator I had seen coming around the corner and begin to climb the silage pile in pit 4 again. The snowcat was behind it but instead of following the excavator up the pile it came towards us. It had some kind of large metal box attached to the blade that was about the size of a small car. The operator set the box down next to the Penske truck and hopped out. The same disgruntled man I had encountered the other night got out of the cab. "Jesus man, that's a big truck you got there, probably gonna take a couple trips to unload this thing," he said to the men in robes. One of them opened up the back of the box truck and where I expected to see a giant pile of cocaine bricks or something there was something I never expected.
Bodies, and lots of them just thrown haphazardly into the back of this truck. I had to fight the urge to fill my dust mask with vomit as I saw them. The workers began loading them into the box on the blade of the snowcat just tossing them on with little regard for how they landed. No one seemed to notice me just standing there so I slowly backed up into the shadows and made my way over to pit 3. It was almost full by now so I climbed up the pile to a spot where I could look over the concrete wall into pit 4 where the excavator was without being spotted. Once up there I saw the snowcat climbing up the pile towards a large hole the excavator had dug in it. There were some more workers up there who began throwing the bodies off into the hole as one of the men in robes climbed out of the passenger seat in the snowcat. He just stood on the track watching as the bodies were piled into this impromptu mass grave they had constructed. He stayed up on the pile while the snowcat went down for the second load.
This was all starting to make sense now. This was the perfect cover for disposing of bodies. They would get broken down in the piles same as everything else and because they were constantly being emptied into the digester the evidence would only be around for a few months, and the horrific smell of the plant would conceal any foul odours produced by the dead bodies. But there was one question left. Where were they coming from? This was way too many bodies for this to be the mafia or something killing off problematic individuals. By the time the truck was totally unloaded there must've been 100 dead people in that hole. No this had to be some cult activities of some sort and the robes the men from the black SUVs were wearing backed up that theory. Maybe these were just what was left over from some sort of ritual sacrifice or something? Whoever these people are they must have some kind of deal with the plant's owners because I could tell the workers had done this before. From the time the truck had arrived to the time the excavator started burying the corpses in rotting corn silage it had only taken about half an hour.
I didn't even bother ditching the uniform I got out of that plant as fast as I could. I sprinted up through those woods back towards my truck with my heart beating so fast I thought it would explode. As soon as I was in the truck I locked all the doors and dialed 911 on speaker as I peeled out of the forest. I told the operator everything that had happened over the last couple of days and what I had seen that night. I practically begged them to send someone there right away which the nice lady on the other end of the line promised they would. She asked for my name and contact information so they could get a hold of me for a statement which I gladly gave them. She assured me they would investigate the matter and I thanked her and hung up the phone. I then pulled over and got out of the truck and proceeded to finally let out all the vomit I had been holding in for the last hour or so. I ditched the plant uniform on the side of that old forest road and made my way for home.
As I was approaching my house I saw a car up ahead. As I drew closer I could make out the distinctive reflective tape they put across the back of police cars. I slowed down as I had come up on him pretty fast and I didn't want to get a speeding ticket after all I'd been through that night. I followed the cop a few more kilometres towards town. My house was on this road coming up shortly. As we approached my driveway the cop put his signal on to turn in. I breathed a sigh of relief as I guessed they had sent someone out to check on me and I was about to put my signal on as well when I noticed the black GMC Yukon parked in my driveway and the man in robes standing next to it with a gun. The cop turned in and parked next to him. Given that the cop had basically zero reaction to the man standing there with a weapon my heart sank as I realized whatever this is runs much, muh deeper than I thought and revealing who I was to that 911 dispatcher had just dommed me. I kept on driving praying that neither of them recognized me and thanking the Alberta government for not requiring front license plates that the cop would have totally seen on the drive over otherwise.
I just kept on driving, expecting at any minute to see police lights behind me or a big black SUV blocking the road ahead of me and men in dark robes coming out of the darkness to get me, but nothing happened. I don;t even know how long I drove for I just drove until I had to pee so badly I was forced to stop at a truck stop and realized I was somewhere in Saskatchewan. I've been on the run so to speak now for about 6 months. I don't know if anyone's even following me but I have to be sure. I'm writing this all out to get it off my chest and out there as a warning before I ditch this phone and start my life over in another province as far away from there as I can get. I don't know what's going on up there but there is something very dark happening in northern Alberta and I've probably only scratched the surface of it. Either way I want no part of any of it.

My gf has a nasty anger problem. Usually they are super sweet which makes the abuse that sets them off quite difficult to understand. Occasionally something will set them off into a (physical at times) rage.
As we were speaking about men and the patriarchy and how men are abusers, I disagreed that most men are sexual predators. They’re not. And that’s why the whole man versus bear thing is upsetting. (I’m a trans girl for context.)
They got crazy upset and proceeded to corner me in my kitchen and repeatedly hit me with a belt while screaming that I “needed to learn”. I did not defend myself other than to block the blows with my arm. She hit me over 20 times as I was pleading with her to please stop. It was a light belt but it was one of those with metal grommets along the entire length.
One swing did catch me in the side of the face. Most were on my thigh and shoulder and forearm.
I didn’t think much of it at the time, but today (it happened yesterday), I am having trouble processing it. Specifically two issues.
The first issue is of course the trauma of having someone who you love beat you like they were whipping an animal like a dog or a horse. I can’t get the picture of them with their hand raised with the belt and coming at me over and over again out of my mind. Unfortunately I just can’t tell my ex-wife, best friend, or my other girlfriend about what happened. So, I feel quite isolated at the moment.
The second issue is anger and thoughts of retaliation. The reason I did not defend myself was fear of hurting her. Now, I want to break them. I am also afraid this may spill over onto someone else. (I hope no one cuts me off on the freeway.)
I could use a little advice here.
TL;DR: GF beat me with a belt to teach me a lesson that men are sexual predators. I didn’t defend myself for fear of hurting her.

Hello there everyone. I'm stoned and im feeling social and would like to get to know some of you wonderful people on reddit
I am in need of friends men and women and everyone in between or if youre an alien thats cool too. The point is, I dont have many friends and I feel like the ones I do are slowly starting to fall out with me so I really want to make some friends online.
I want to get to know you through conversation, I tend to ask a lot of questions because I'm a curious person so if you like talking about yourself then im all for it! Im also an open book so go ahead and ask any questions you'd like.
About me: i am 24 and I live in the western US, I am a Virgo and my personality type is ISTP. My favorite genre of music is metal but I like mostly everything and I am always open to new music so if you have a recommendation or got a song stuck in your head please send it to me! Id love to listen. I play video games as of lately I've been playing a lot of tarkov, warno, dinkum and a few other games. I play on pc if you ever want to play something! Lastly im Hispanic and I speak Spanish so if you speak Spanish as well say Hola!
Hope to hear from someone (:

Since my games are not bundled, I am wanting multiple bundled games for my unbundled ones. Feel free to drop your lists here and let me know what you want.
What I have:

• Anonymous Hacker Simulator
• Arizona Sunshine® 2
• BattleJuice Alchemist
• Beyond Sunset
• Bloodhound
• Booze Masters: Freezing Moonshine
• Brothers: A Tale of Two Sons Remake
• Carnival of Gods: Oppression
• Dark Envoy
• Death From Above
• Deepening Fire
• Die by the Blade
• Dream Sketcher
• Extremely Powerful Capybaras
• Fabledom
• Gigantic: Rampage Edition
• Greg's Deadly Draft
• Heads Will Roll: Reforged
• INDIKA
• Inkulinati
• Killer Frequency
• Men of War II
• My Little Blood Cult: Let's Summon Demons
• My Sweet Floating in the Void
• NecroBoy : Path to Evilship
• New Cycle
• Noch
• Path to Warband
• QUIT TODAY
• Rabat Protocol:Metal Rhapsody
• Raiden III x MIKADO MANIAX
• Rauniot
• Re:Lord – Tales of Adventure
• Realm of Ink
• Roots of Yggdrasil
• Rungore
• Save District 3
• SeaOrama: World of Shipping
• Songs Of Silence
• Squad 44
• Sucker for Love: Date to Die For
• The Hungry Lamb: Traveling in the Late Ming Dynasty
• The Jackbox Party Pack 10
• The Thaumaturge
• Top Racer Collection
• Ultimate Fishing Simulator Gold Edition
• United 1944
• Universe For Sale

What I want:

• Abalon
• Airship: Kingdoms Adrift
• Astral Ascent
• Astrea: Six-Sided Oracles
• Axiom Verge 2
• Aztech Forgotten Gods
• BLACKTAIL
• Bud Spencer & Terence Hill - Slaps And Beans 2
• Catizens
• Circle Empires Rivals
• Defend the Rook
• Deflector
• Devil Spire
• Devilated
• DOOMBLADE
• Double Dragon Gaiden: Rise of the Dragons
• Dust Fleet
• Evil West
• Ghost Song
• Giants Uprising
• Gloomhaven
• Guardians of Holme
• Hellslave
• High On Life
• Hotel Renovator
• JUSTICE SUCKS
• Liberté
• Lunacid
• Mask of Mists
• May's Mysteries: The Secret of Dragonville Remastered
• MELTY BLOOD Actress Again Current Code
• Minabo - A walk through life
• Monster Hunter Rise: Sunbreak
• No Straight Roads: Encore Edition
• Northend Tower Defense
• Nova Lands
• Organs Please - Deluxe Edition
• Overloop
• Paleo Pines
• Pike and Shot: Campaigns
• Power to the People
• Redfall
• River City Girls 2
• Session: Skate Sim
• Shame Legacy
• Ship Graveyard Simulator 2
• Showgunners
• Siralim Ultimate
• SSI Classics Collection
• Strategic Mind: The Pacific
• SUPER CRAZY RHYTHM CASTLE
• Tin Hearts
• Train Sim World® 4: Deluxe Edition
• Trepang2
• Ugly
• Valfaris: Mecha Therion
• Vampire: The Masquerade - Swansong
• What The Duck
• Windy Meadow - A Roadwarden Tale
• Ziggurat 2

Or just any games that I don't have, you can check my Steam profile.

New Flash everyone: the guy who hangs out with Daniel Greene(a pro-fairy rights socialist), is loved by redditors, and got a Hugo award is… woke. Who would have ever seen that coming? But, thanks to Jon Del Arroz making a video about it on May 18th, I am here to repeat the news back to you so there is an easily accessible source as to HOW he’s woke. Everything was revealed back in January 2023, but I want people to understand the implications and narrative that he’s presenting when he says his concerns about fairy rights. By the end of this, you will realize that people calling themselves Christian does not cause them to be immune to wokeness.
In fact, with how Christianity has influenced wokeness into existence, it’s likely a lot of "Christians" are what we can call “first wave wokeness”.
For context, Brandon Sanderson is a Mormon, part of the Latter-Day Saints (LDS). Mormonism is almost exclusively a US issue, and I’ve also noticed that there are a lot of youtubers who tend to be Mormon women(probably because they have other women in the house to do the chores). These people are great with money, big in business, and their church is anti-fairy. A lot of problems the fairy-rights activists have are with Mormon churches, which is strange for Europeans to witness with how open a lot of their churches are, outside of the US. Protestant, evangelical, unitarian, the national church of Denmark, it’s a big list.
But in 2008, Brandon wrote an essay about his Mormon beliefs on how Dumbledore from Harry Potter liked to have wands stirred around in his brown cauldron. His quote:

How does this relate to Dumbledore? I'm not trying to present him as an antagonist or a villain. All I'm saying is that if you believe in the truth of your message, then you shouldn't care if someone decent, respected, and intelligent is depicted as believing differently from yourself. Decent, respected, and intelligent people can be wrong--and you can still respect them. It's okay. That doesn't threaten our points, since we (theoretically) believe that they are eternal and stronger than any argument we could make.

Back in this time, Brandon had only been an author for 3 years, but he won an award for his first published book, Elantris. He was being careful with his words, and his take is considered liberal. He was trying to defend the backlash JK Rowling received for her (poor) choice of virtue signaling and tried to mend this defense with his own religion. Mentioning his religious views is what got him canceled back then, which he later apologized for in 2011:

I cannot be deaf to the pleas of [fairy] couples who want important things, such as hospital visitation rights, shared insurance, and custody rights. At the same time, I accept and sustain the leaders of the LDS church. I believe that a prophet of God has said that widespread legislation to approve [fairy] marriage will bring pain and suffering to all involved.

He was not backing down from his religion yet. His goal post moved to the legal ramifications of the US, which are separate from his church(remember, church and state, supposed to be separate in the US), but he was still saying his religion wanted him to oppose people calling it a marriage and having it in churches. This was a second “cancellation” that didn’t go very far, mostly because he was able to use religion as an excuse for his take, with the Christian Cake Packed With Fudge Scandal not happening yet(2018).
Fast forward to 2023, after he hangs out with a bunch of woke youtubers, and we get a new quote from Brandon:

The church’s first prophet, Joseph Smith, famously taught, “I teach them correct principles and they govern themselves.” My current beliefs are where I’ve arrived on my journey, as I attempt to show the love that Jesus Christ taught. I look forward to seeing further changes in the church, and I work to make sure I am helping from within it to create a place that is welcoming of [fairy] people and ideas. I would love, for example, to see the church recognize [fairy] marriage among its members. Both temporally and eternally. I would support ordaining [tinkerbell] men to the priesthood. (And would support the ordination of women, though that is another issue.)

That’s interesting. It seems like he made a complete 180 on his stance, claims that he’s always believed this new stance, blames Jesus for this new stance, and then doubles down on this new stance by adding female ordination(becoming a priest and higher) and even Tinkerbells. As time went on, he decided that his religion was totally wrong about fairies, and this 13 year difference means way more than the nearly 200 years Mormonism has been around. I believe a fellow Mormon, Shadversity, would love to have a discussion about how any of this makes sense, but I’m starting to feel that he’s the same way. Who knows if Ethan Van Sciver understands Mormonism as well as Brandon Sanderson does, with how easy it is to manipulate prophecies and reinterpret scripture.
But that’s been the point for a while, right?
Wokeness is here to restructure both historical evidence and even religions, in order to shift cultures and social institutions to obey this progressive change. Words are changed in the dictionary, social “norms” are changed to be updated for a “modern audience”, and postmodernists like Foucault were able to trick college kids into thinking the Greeks were all pixie fairies. Once a critical theorist gets their hands on something with power, their goal is not to keep it as it is. It is to keep it for themselves. This is why you will hear these people say everything is subjective, which is secret code for “Look at me: I’m the captain of reality now.”
But wait, it gets better! Brandon Sanderson continued with:

Back in 2007, I was mostly known only in my community, not to the world at large. The essay, then, was directed at my local community, and was more controversial among them (for being too liberal) than it was controversial to the world at large for being [fairy]phobic. That might surprise you, if you’ve read the excerpts that often float around the internet. This was mostly me trying to encourage other members of the church to be more open and welcoming of [fairy] characters and ideas.
That said, the essay does display the casual bigotry common to people who (like myself) have lived lives where we haven’t had to deal with some of the issues common to the lives of people suffering discrimination. Many of the assertions (such as my view on [fairy] marriage) do not reflect my current stance. After writing it, and interacting with those who found it objectionable–even painful–I came to understand them and their experiences better. Though they did not owe me that honor, they gave it freely.

You see, he's honored to hear about the life of a bug chaser.
Brandon cares deeply about the pain he caused to his wallet… I mean the fairies who saw his essay. He was an award winning author back then, he didn’t know it would be a global thing. It was supposed to be only seen by people in Utah, that’s it. This is what we call: bullshit. The woke rely heavily on gaslighting and pretending they’re ignorant of everything, while telling others that they need to learn and understand EVERYTHING about a subject before they are even able to mention it.
He was already big on reddit, he knew all about his fandom, and he knew about his publisher, Tor. The only thing that really changed is that now he is unable to stick to being liberal and he has to present himself as progressive. Why? Well, the new Amazon deal happened recently, and he’s the writer of the series The Wheel of Time. As if Rings of Power wasn’t evidence enough of how Amazon mistreats their properties, Brandon was forced to erase his own past, like Agent J in Men in Black, burning his own hands in the process.
I’m not surprised that he’s woke or even that Christians are falling to this woke inquisition. When I said first wave wokeness, I would like to clarify why it’s the catalyst for all of this stupidity. Wokeness is not of Christian values, but instead a parasite upon Christianity, in the same way Gnosticism and Satanism would be. When Christianity started to allow new sects, and a lot of these were considered valid, the crazy sex cults of the 60s opened the floodgates for a bunch of crazy reinterpretations. It’s the same way as how there are still circles of Christianity that go for flat earth theory or say that dinosaurs don’t exist, with these people usually at the forefront of the home-schooling movement.
It’s not that home-schooling is bad by itself, it’s that bad people use it to then have the good people using it be wrongfully grouped into the same area, in the same way gun-ownership does. This type of bastardization has always been a problem in the US, due to the lack of authority over what makes something categorized as such a thing, thanks to liberalism allowing the freedom to constantly change things. As time went on, this liberalism changed into progressivism, with the key difference being that liberalism is an allowance of change while progressivism is an enforced change. The liberalism of the 1800s allowed the Confederates to claim Christianity approved of their enslavement of black people, by blaming the story of Ham and using scripture to claim it was okay to enslave certain people for generations. We always see this strange cherry-picking of scripture from fake Christians, and this problem has expanded into the Vatican itself with the current and following generations of Popes.
A lot of times, we’ll hear news about how Christians are under attack, a bakery is targeted to expose discrimination, or even where people claim they were banned from twitch for being Christian. But what they get wrong is that they are in the same circle as liberal and progressive Christianity, their openness created this weakness to tourism, and most Christian circles have been taken over in the US since before the 60s. The south has a culture of being liberal, Mormons have a culture of being liberal, protestants are very liberal, all because the US began as a liberal culture in the form of classical liberalism. The libertarian argument is always used by these liberal groups, that changes into the progressive enforcement, and over the years these liberal people get infected by the virus.
Add money to the mix, and we have ourselves an endless chain of liberal minded people falling to wokeness. The “redemption” narrative, along with original sin, from Christianity is currently its main weakness. The appeal to ignorance is another weakness, with people playing skeptic as a snake slithers through the grass. Christianity isn’t the problem by itself, it’s the naivety that comes from blind faith, which then expands into a contradictory blind faith that people are good inside, only to later wonder why everything is changing for the worse when evil people are put in charge. Fantasy stories have been under attack by the woke for quite a while, long before they tried to appropriate Tolkien with Rings of Power.
The fantasy that is controlled by the woke is an extension to their attack on religion, because to them a fantasy story is no different than a bible. Mythological presentation, symbolic themes, a dream-like world to present morals to follow; the entire thing has been used by Brandon to then have him later claim that he’s always had fairy characters since the beginning. Sure, his religion says fairies are bad, but then he virtue signals by claiming he’s always made fiction about how they’re good. He would never say this if the publishing world made sense and if publishers were the way they were in the 1950s. That is because he would never have to choose between religion and money back then, with money always mattering more to the typical materialist.
I’m sure people will say that I’m being hard on Christians, or that I’m evil for saying this, or even that I am a satanist for noticing. These people would only be angry at the truth being said, which is the opposite of what Christianity teaches. Fantasy writers, like Brandon, have a lot of supporters, with this support merging between the woke and Mormons. So many feel that they need to make sense of their fandom, so they claim their religion is wokeness, converting it into blind Satanism. This is far from the truth and we need to condemn those who focus solely on radical subjectivity.
Especially if they blame God for their stupid takes, like how Brandon does now.

I just watched a couple episodes of the X-Men ‘97 cartoon and lately I’ve been thinking…
If Magneto from that show somehow got sent to the Fallout universe, could he wipe out the entire Brotherhood? They literally have ‘Steel’ in their name and they wear metal suits of armor, fly metal airships, and live in metal bunkers.
I imagine that Magento would have beef with at least the Fallout 4 Brotherhood because they have the whole fascist and Nazi vibe (That’s right I said it. Cope). And they also believe in committing genocide on any race that isn’t human, so that means that Maxson’s Brotherhood would probably see Mutants in Marvel as “abominations” and try to exterminate them as well.
I imagine Magneto could literally crush every Knight, Paladin, and Sentinel in their own suit of power armor. Rip their vertibirds in half. And levitate the Prydwen over to the Capital Wasteland and drop it on the Citadel or Adams Air Force Base. And if the fan theory that Maxson is a cyborg is to be believed, Magneto could literally rip Maxson’s cybernetics out of his body and leave him as a clump of remaining human body parts on the ground.
What do you all think?