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2024.05.19 15:48 lightingnations I found my girlfriend’s secret Google account and it feels like our entire relationship was built on a lie
I met Luna on a train two years ago. I’d just escaped from a toxic relationship, so romance was the last thing on my mind, but then she sat across from me in the carriage and asked about the book I was reading. She had a copy in her bag and wanted to know if it was any good.
I'd never felt such an instant, effortless connection with anybody before. I took a chance and asked her to dinner, and by the time the waiters cleared away our desserts, I already felt comfortable being vulnerable around her. So we went on a second date. And a third. And next thing I knew, we were planning our second anniversary.
In all that time she never gave off any 'creeper' vibes. Until a few months ago, when I stayed the night over at her place...
She'd gotten up early to use the bathroom. I grabbed her laptop off the side desk so I could catch up on some work e-mails, and the incognito tab was just sitting there. My first thought was: either she's having an affair or she's got a secret fetish.
What I found instead was a Google account with a photo album called ‘Michael’s EX’. In it, there were 427 photos of my former girlfriend turned psycho stalker, Sadie. This included shots of ‘Sadie the stalker’ with her family, screenshots of her passport—the works. On Facebook, Sadie's latest post said Moving to the Philippines, and since then she’d become a social media church mouse, so how did Luna keep her under surveillance? And how did you even get PERSONAL ID from a person halfway across the globe?
Down the hall, I heard the bathroom door swing open. Quickly I closed the laptop and pretended to be asleep until Luna planted a kiss on my lips. “Wakey wakey Bugs.”
I faked a stretch. “Morning Lola."
(At school, the other kids christened me ‘Bugs’ because of my cartoonishly large front teeth; I called Luna ‘Lola’ because of her blonde bangs and heart-shaped face.)
“How about we grab a fry for breakfast?” Her smile didn’t seem genuine, more like she was wearing a mask.
“Crap. I forgot I’m doing overtime today, I’ve gotta get to work.” With that, I shot out of there faster than a bullet train to Tokyo.
Because I didn’t wanna believe the worst about someone I cared so deeply about, I didn’t contact the police (not that anybody could’ve guessed what Luna was up to) and made excuses whenever she asked to meet, delaying the decision whether to end our relationship.
At night, I couldn’t sleep. Every time a hedge rustled outside, I’d run to the window and pull back the curtain only to discover a black cat skulking around the garden. I put this down to my previous relationship leaving me with a mountain of unresolved PTSD.
Sadie the stalker also seemed normal until we moved in together. After that she started picking fights if she caught me talking to another woman, even just distant relatives or childhood friends. The screaming matches went from weekly to nightly, only ever ending when I conceded to her every wish and gave her full access to my phone and social media accounts. I literally needed to grab my clothes into a bag and run away one night, and then I started hearing noises outside my new apartment. And although I never found any evidence, I was pretty sure she’d broken in at one point because the books on my side table were suddenly out of order one day. What hurt the most was Luna knew all this and still acted the way she did.
Right as I reached my lowest point, my close friend Gertrude called and said, “The universe is telling me you could use a sympathetic ear.”
I told her the universe didn’t know the half of it.
I’d met Gertrude—aka my surrogate mother—on a flight to London. Passing over Wales the aircraft hit heavy turbulence, and the grey-haired hippie in the seat next to mine squeezed my hand so tight that my fingers turned blue. After we levelled off, she apologized and said, “So what’s calling you to London?”
“A job.”
A few glasses of wine from the service trolley later, she blurted out, “You know your aura is strikingly similar to my husbands.”
“Uhh, thanks. Where is he now?”
“Oh, he burned to death in a house fire.”
Gertrude’s eyes started welling up. To take her mind off the subject, I said, “I lied earlier. I’m going to London because I fell in love with a Londoner.” I pulled up pictures of Sadie (back in her pre-stalker days) on my phone. “We met in Italy. She looked flustered trying to read a map book so I offered to help. Next thing I knew, we were planning a trip to this place called Orvieto.”
“Michael, I need to know how this story ends. Gimme your number.”
Since then, we’d met two or three times a year.
I laid the whole mess out over pizza. It was the first time since finding the Google account I didn’t feel hidden eyes crawling all over me.
Just as I wrapped up the story, over in the corner booth, a family burst into a chorus of happy birthday. A waiter appeared carrying a chocolate cake, capped by a giant candle that looked more like a flare. Gertrude tensed up.
“So what do you think about all this?” I asked.
She looked back at me and said, “It’s possible your reaction has been a touch on the dramatic side.”
“DRAMATIC??”
“Well consider things from Luna’s point of view. Your last relationship lasted for, what, three years? Maybe she felt threatened.”
“I don’t believe this.” I grabbed a cigarette from my pocket, but Gertrude snatched it away.
“You know how I feel about you poisoning your lungs, Michael.”
“Don’t you start. I got enough of that crap from Luna.”
Gertrude always encouraged me to work through my romantic problems. Ultimately, I decided her love of fairytale romances clouded her judgement and ghosted Luna instead. But I couldn’t escape her shadow. She always felt close. In fact, it got so bad that at a friend’s costume party several weeks later, my eyes kept compulsively scanning the crowd as if she was there in disguise, ready to pounce.
I stood off to the corner until, over the sea of heads, I spotted a beautiful stranger dressed as Jarlath the Goblin King. I took a shot of liquid courage and made a B-line towards her.
Halfway across the crowded room, beer splashed across the front of my Ziggy Stardust outfit.
“I am so sorry,” a female pirate said, patting me dry.
“Don’t worry about it.” Every time I tried circling her, she moved to cut me off.
“I am such a klutz. Why don’t you come into the kitchen so I can clean up this mess?”
I put my hands on her shoulders and steered her out of the way. “It’s fine. Trust me.”
Approaching Jarlath from behind, heart slamming against my chest, I said, “Well this is awkward. One of us is gonna have to change.”
Jennie had bright blue eyes and dimples impossible to miss. Ten minutes into our debate about David Bowie’s greatest album, I said, “You know Absolute Bowie are playing the Half Moon next week. I could take you?”
“Sorry. I’m going with my boyfriend,” she said with a sympathetic smile. From beside the buffet table, the pirate stared daggers in our direction.
“No worries,” I replied, despite the fact I was brimming with jealousy.
The next day, as I jogged off my hangover, a brown-haired lady cut across my path and we both went spinning to the ground.
“Flip, sorry.” I rushed to pull her up by the hands. “I’m like a bloody zombie lately.”
She did a doubletake. “Ziggy, right?”
There was no mistaking those eyes. “Jarlath?”
“Well, Jarlath or Jennie. Eithers fine.”
“Right. Well, sorry again. Enjoy Absolute Bowie.”
Before I could jog away, she said, “Hey, so that guy I was seeing? Turns out he’s a total prick.”
Jennie and I went for coffee. Coffee morphed into drinks. Drinks morphed into a steamy make-out session on my sofa.
But as she covered my neck in soft kisses, my stomach turned. It felt like cheating. So, I put the brakes on things and said, “I can’t do this. I’m really sorry. You’re amazing, but I just got out of a serious relationship…and…it’s just…”
“Hey, don’t worry about it.”
We agreed we’d let our connection blossom in its own time.
Jennie had a playful mystique to her. Within a handful of dates, we’d developed inside jokes and could tell what the other was thinking. But Luna’s imprint was hard to shake, to the extent I almost mixed up the two ladies’ names multiple times.
To detox, I suggested Jennie and I spend a romantic weekend in the Lake District, because after two days of hiking and kayaking my ex would no doubt be a spec in the rearview mirror.
Hours before we set off, however, Luna’s mom called. She wanted to meet and wouldn’t accept any excuses.
“Look, it’s obvious why I’m here,” she said, sitting across from me in Starbucks. “Ever since you and Luna broke up, she’s been acting…different.”
“Different? Different how?”
“I call but she hardly answers. I go over to her place but she’s never there. Now she’s telling me she needs to find herself. Says she’s moving to Australia.”
Her fingers tightened around her cup. “I need to know what happened between you two. And I don’t care if that paints anybody in a bad light. I’m just worried about my daughter is all.”
I told her about the Google account.
“Did you confront her about it?”
“Hell no. I ghosted that crazy bitc—” I cleared my throat. “I mean, I just…stopped seeing her.”
She started crying so loudly customers at nearby tables paused their conversations. I touched her forearm, promised I’d call if I remembered anything else, then set off for my romantic weekend.
But while Jennie and I enjoyed all that fresh air and pub food, a thought nagged at me. Luna adored London, so why move to Australia? It seemed so out of character. Back at our rented cottage, I was so fixated on the thought I needed a smoke, badly.
“What the hell is that?” Jennie demanded, as she stepped onto the front deck.
I glanced at my hands. “Uhh, a cigarette.”
“Michael! Don’t be sarcastic. You know how I feel about those things.”
“…Do I?”
“Uhh, well it’s the same as anybody else. Quit poisoning your lungs and put that thing out.”
“Alright alright, geeze. Sorry Luna.”
“That’s okay.”
A knot formed in my stomach as she went back inside. I’d called Jennie Luna by mistake. And she hadn’t noticed. In fact, her reaction to me smoking was identical to Luna’s—even the snappy way she said the ‘poison your lungs’ line.
I followed Jennie into the lounge, where she’d curled up on an armchair with a Colleen Hoover novel. She was hiding something. What else did she know about Luna? Maybe I could trick her into revealing some details…
From behind, I started massaging her shoulders. “Sorry for being rude before. I know what you said came from a place of love.”
“That’s okay.”
I waited until her eyes drooped shut, then said, “It really is perfect here, huh? Maybe we should stay forever.”
“Wouldn’t that be amazing?”
Her little groans of pleasure, the rhythm of her breathing, it all felt so familiar. I waited until the tension in her neck dissolved, then I pushed my lips against her ear and whispered, “So how about we take this into the bedroom…Lola.”
“Hmm. Sure thing Bugs.”
My hands froze. Jennie jumped up. “Uhh, that felt so good, why’d you stop?”
“What did you just say?”
“What did you just say?”
“I called you Lola,” I replied, my arms frozen in midair. “And you called me bugs.”
“Like the cartoon, right? I thought it’d be a cute nickname. Anyway, I’m tuckered out.” She forced a yawn. “Why don’t we get some sleep?”
As her hand laced with mine, an image of me waking up drugged and gagged and tied to the bedposts flashed before my eyes.
I said, “Sure. I just…need to use the bathroom first.”
The second the door shut behind me, I flew out of the house, climbed in my car, and sped away.
Within seconds my phone started blowing up with calls, followed by texts. Where are you going? Is everything okay?
No, I wanted to reply. I’m onto your sick little game. Whatever it is, I’m onto it.
Luna stalked my stalker, now Jennie somehow knew Luna and I’s nicknames. How? Did all women take turns drawing straws and whoever picked the short one needed to become my girlfriend?
I couldn’t go home. For all I knew, my exes would’ve been there burning effigies of me. I needed a safe place. Somewhere I could lie low until I got all this straightened out.
“Of course you can stay,” Gertrude said over the phone. “I’m out with some friends, but I’ll meet you later. If you hop the side gate there’s a spare key under the kissing gnomes out back.”
Gertrude lived in a detached house in Wembley. It took a bit of foraging to find the gnomes hidden beneath the weeds in the brown, patchy garden.
I needed to shoulder the door open. Inside, a mountain of letters and flyers had piled up on the welcome mat.
Down the hall, a huge archway connected the landing with a lounge, where a bar sat against the far wall, surrounded by upholstered sofas, a low table, and tie dye sheets strung over the filthy carpet. Everything had a real elegant vibe, despite the musty air.
I’d drained two glasses of whiskey before Gertrude arrived.
“Looks like you’ve had a rough evening.”
I said we could talk in the morning.
“Not a chance. You can’t take negative energy to bed. Come on, confession is good for the soul.”
She sat on the sofa and patted the empty seat next to her. So, with a weary sigh, I shared a tale of deranged exes.
“Crazy,” she said.
“I sure can pick ‘em, huh?”
“No, I mean you’re crazy.”
“What?”
“Think about it. What’s more likely: that your ex’s are secretly in collusion, or you’re being paranoid? Look how bloodshot your eyes are. When’s the last time you got a good night’s rest?”
She made a great point; teenagers on the street occasionally shouted ‘Bugs’ or ‘Thumper’ at me. Jennie might’ve come up with the nickname herself. I pinched the bridge of my nose, groaning.
“Look, sleep here tonight. Tomorrow we’ll brainstorm ways you can make it up to Jennie.”
I fumbled through my pockets for a cigarette.
“Really?” Gertrude said. “If you insist on poisoning your lungs, can you at least do it away from my home?”
“Well if I can’t smoke, I’m gonna need a refill.” I shook my empty glass.
On my way toward the bar, a wave of wooziness hit me. My first instinct was to blame it on the alcohol, but there was something else.
It was her reaction to the cigarette. My finger ran through the thick layer of dust along the bar’s countertop. Why was it like the place had been abandoned? Why did Gertrude always pressure me to stay with my psycho girlfriends? And how come she always reached out, as if on cue, whenever my relationships hit problems? It couldn’t be coincidence…
I poured two glasses of whiskey and carried them to the sofa. “So, you’re really against the whole smoking thing, huh?”
“Of course. It’s a filthy habit.”
“Yeah. Plus, there was that mess with your husband. House fire, right?”
“I’d rather not discuss it.”
“Sure, sure.” I ignited the lighter with a roll across my trouser leg.
Gertrude grabbed a cushion and hugged it. “What are you doing?”
“Alright, cut the crap. What the hell’s going on? Have you been sending your friends to date me?”
“What are you talking about?”
I wrestled the cushion from her and held the lighter beneath it. “I want an explanation right now or I’m torching this place.”
This was an empty threat. I wasn’t some pyromaniac—I just wanted answers. Inch by inch, I raised the flame. “Last chance. Why are the women in my life acting weird?”
Gertrude grabbed for the lighter. As I swatted her wrists away, we both got scorched, and for a moment her skin went wild with spasms, a sensation I can only compare to reaching inside a bucket of wet, writhing maggots. My gaze whipped between her face and her hands, which vibrated like plucked guitar strings.
Before I could scream, she yanked me up, clamped a cold, wrinkled palm across my mouth, and forced me against the wall. I thrashed around, unable to move. For a lady old enough to collect a pension, she was crazy strong.
She waited until I ran out of breath, then said, “Michael, please. I’m not going to hurt you. Open your heart and listen.”
What else could I do?
“You were right before. I have been keeping a secret from you. The truth is, I’ve been in love with you since we met. I’d never flown before. And you were so so sweet. You started talking about this other woman, but I knew our energies were perfect for each other. And it’s like I always say, love makes us do crazy things. You can’t begrudge me that can you?”
She looked as if she expected me to respond, so I shook my head.
“But I think we’ve reached a point where our connection is so deep we can be completely transparent with one another.” She took a slow, steady breath. “Michael, all your ex’s, Luna, Sadie, Jennie. They’ve all been…well, me.”
I stared at her, confused.
She sighed. “It’ll be easier if I just show you.”
Out of nowhere her hand wriggled again, then her face tightened, as though the skin was being stretched over the bone. Wrinkles smoothed out and colour bled into her grey hair, turning it brown, and within seconds I found myself face-to-face with Jennie. Even her vintage clothes morphed into a green blouse and white slacks.
“See?” she said in Jennie’s voice, her now blue eyes locked on mine.
I screamed into the soft flesh of her palm.
“Sssh, it’s okay. I’m not gonna hurt you. Watch.”
Her entire body jerked and twitched, the muscles spasming as she shifted from Jennie to Luna. “See? Think of these as costumes”—from Luna to Sadie—"the important thing is what’s underneath. And you’ve fallen in love with what’s underneath three times. Now I’m going to let go, but I need you to promise you won’t overreact. Understand?”
On the verge of a panic attack, I nodded furiously.
The second she pulled away I made a break for the exit. The thing posing as Sadie grabbed me and hurled me backwards against the wall.
Like a disappointed teacher, she put her hands on her hips. “I’ve been so patient with you, Michael. So very, very patient.”
She blocked off any hope of escape. I sidestepped around the outer edge of the room, towards the bar.
“All those years moulding you. Trying to grow you into the man I know you can be. I really thought we had it this time. For the record, I wanted to do this the easy way. But drastic times...”
I was so scared I slammed right into the cabinet and yelped. Glass bottles chattered together, and then something wet ran down the back of my shirt. It was whiskey, leaking from the overturned bottle onto the carpeted floor.
Speaking more to herself now, Gertrude said, “I’ll just have to keep you here until you love me as much as I love you. Of course, that means posing as you so nobody gets suspicious, but that’s no trouble. I’ll tell your dad you’re moving to Italy. You always loved Italy.”
Pose as me? She'd been killing my ex's and taking their place, I was just the latest in a long line. She’d keep me as a personal sugar baby if I didn’t escape, but how? She was impossibly strong, and the only thing that seemed to scare her was…
Snatching the bottle, I doused the remaining whiskey all over the carpet and furniture. As I flicked the lighter open, Sadie’s hands shot up.
“Bugs…darling…what are you doing?”
I took three slow, steady breaths. “Breaking up with you, you crazy bitch.”
I tossed the lighter forward. Within seconds flames sprung up all around us, spreading as far as the sofa. Sadie’s shoe caught fire, and as she stamped around, unintentionally fanning the blaze, her body writhed again, starting with the ankles. Fat boils climbed up every inch of exposed skin, milky white and with the consistency of frog spawn, like she’d had a killer allergic reaction to poison ivy.
She dropped to her knees, wailing like a wounded animal. This was my chance.
I made a break for the exit, giving the creature as wide a berth as possible. But as I got one foot planted in the hall something clamped tight around my ankles. My chin hit the floor, then I started sliding backwards.
I twisted onto my back. Where Sadie’s left arm should’ve been, a tentacle-like appendage stretched across the length of the room, a distance of over twenty feet. It reeled me toward her like a fish on a line. Whatever that thing was no longer looked human. It melted like an ice statue, with no bones or connective tissue inside, its lips nose and mouth becoming hideously elongated before dripping off in huge globs like melted candlewax. A fire alarm started wailing as the tentacle dragged me through the flames, scorching my arms and legs.
The loose mass of skin reached out and encased me like a mother bird sheltering its eggs.
“WHY WON’T YOU LOVE ME?” all my ex’s voices screamed at once. Whichever direction I looked, silhouettes of faces rose and fell, as if trying to burst through. Parts of them dripped inside my mouth, disgustingly warm with a bitter taste worse than Vaseline.
I put everything into clawing my way out if there. What was left of the beast had the consistency of wet clay and came apart just as easily. I tore away chunks until there was a hole large enough to squeeze through. Then, I crawled along surrounded by black smoke.
At the far side of the room I risked a glance back and saw a bumpy, uneven hand reaching out of a puddle of ooze. Soon I was crawling over the bristly welcome mat, then fumbling for the door. All I remember after that are paramedics wrestling me into an ambulance…
A specialist officer came to see me at the hospital the next morning. They’d been unable to contact the homeowner, Gertrude Huyton, and through his line of questioning I could tell they hadn’t found her ‘remains’ inside the charred house. Like the wicked witch of the West, my stalker had melted. I told the officer she said I could stay the night, and that I probably started the fire by dropping a cigarette.
“In that case, we’ll keep trying to reach her.” He walked to the curtain surronding my bed and paused. “Oh, and I almost forgot to mention, her cat is missing.”
“Her...cat?”
“Yeah. The little black one. One of the firemen pulled it out of the wreckage. The poor thing had burns over its legs but it ran off before anybody could take it to the vet.”
I swallowed a gulp and thanked him for telling me.
And now I’m still sitting here listening while nurses rush back and forth, terrified any one of them might be Gertrude…
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I'd never felt such an instant, effortless connection with anybody before. I took a chance and asked her to dinner, and by the time the waiters cleared away our desserts, I already felt comfortable being vulnerable around her. So we went on a second date. And a third. And next thing I knew, we were planning our second anniversary.
In all that time she never gave off any 'creeper' vibes. Until a few months ago, when I stayed the night over at her place...
She'd gotten up early to use the bathroom. I grabbed her laptop off the side desk so I could catch up on some work e-mails, and the incognito tab was just sitting there. My first thought was: either she's having an affair or she's got a secret fetish.
What I found instead was a Google account with a photo album called ‘Michael’s EX’. In it, there were 427 photos of my former girlfriend turned psycho stalker, Sadie. This included shots of ‘Sadie the stalker’ with her family, screenshots of her passport—the works. On Facebook, Sadie's latest post said Moving to the Philippines, and since then she’d become a social media church mouse, so how did Luna keep her under surveillance? And how did you even get PERSONAL ID from a person halfway across the globe?
Down the hall, I heard the bathroom door swing open. Quickly I closed the laptop and pretended to be asleep until Luna planted a kiss on my lips. “Wakey wakey Bugs.”
I faked a stretch. “Morning Lola."
(At school, the other kids christened me ‘Bugs’ because of my cartoonishly large front teeth; I called Luna ‘Lola’ because of her blonde bangs and heart-shaped face.)
“How about we grab a fry for breakfast?” Her smile didn’t seem genuine, more like she was wearing a mask.
“Crap. I forgot I’m doing overtime today, I’ve gotta get to work.” With that, I shot out of there faster than a bullet train to Tokyo.
Because I didn’t wanna believe the worst about someone I cared so deeply about, I didn’t contact the police (not that anybody could’ve guessed what Luna was up to) and made excuses whenever she asked to meet, delaying the decision whether to end our relationship.
At night, I couldn’t sleep. Every time a hedge rustled outside, I’d run to the window and pull back the curtain only to discover a black cat skulking around the garden. I put this down to my previous relationship leaving me with a mountain of unresolved PTSD.
Sadie the stalker also seemed normal until we moved in together. After that she started picking fights if she caught me talking to another woman, even just distant relatives or childhood friends. The screaming matches went from weekly to nightly, only ever ending when I conceded to her every wish and gave her full access to my phone and social media accounts. I literally needed to grab my clothes into a bag and run away one night, and then I started hearing noises outside my new apartment. And although I never found any evidence, I was pretty sure she’d broken in at one point because the books on my side table were suddenly out of order one day. What hurt the most was Luna knew all this and still acted the way she did.
Right as I reached my lowest point, my close friend Gertrude called and said, “The universe is telling me you could use a sympathetic ear.”
I told her the universe didn’t know the half of it.
I’d met Gertrude—aka my surrogate mother—on a flight to London. Passing over Wales the aircraft hit heavy turbulence, and the grey-haired hippie in the seat next to mine squeezed my hand so tight that my fingers turned blue. After we levelled off, she apologized and said, “So what’s calling you to London?”
“A job.”
A few glasses of wine from the service trolley later, she blurted out, “You know your aura is strikingly similar to my husbands.”
“Uhh, thanks. Where is he now?”
“Oh, he burned to death in a house fire.”
Gertrude’s eyes started welling up. To take her mind off the subject, I said, “I lied earlier. I’m going to London because I fell in love with a Londoner.” I pulled up pictures of Sadie (back in her pre-stalker days) on my phone. “We met in Italy. She looked flustered trying to read a map book so I offered to help. Next thing I knew, we were planning a trip to this place called Orvieto.”
“Michael, I need to know how this story ends. Gimme your number.”
Since then, we’d met two or three times a year.
I laid the whole mess out over pizza. It was the first time since finding the Google account I didn’t feel hidden eyes crawling all over me.
Just as I wrapped up the story, over in the corner booth, a family burst into a chorus of happy birthday. A waiter appeared carrying a chocolate cake, capped by a giant candle that looked more like a flare. Gertrude tensed up.
“So what do you think about all this?” I asked.
She looked back at me and said, “It’s possible your reaction has been a touch on the dramatic side.”
“DRAMATIC??”
“Well consider things from Luna’s point of view. Your last relationship lasted for, what, three years? Maybe she felt threatened.”
“I don’t believe this.” I grabbed a cigarette from my pocket, but Gertrude snatched it away.
“You know how I feel about you poisoning your lungs, Michael.”
“Don’t you start. I got enough of that crap from Luna.”
Gertrude always encouraged me to work through my romantic problems. Ultimately, I decided her love of fairytale romances clouded her judgement and ghosted Luna instead. But I couldn’t escape her shadow. She always felt close. In fact, it got so bad that at a friend’s costume party several weeks later, my eyes kept compulsively scanning the crowd as if she was there in disguise, ready to pounce.
I stood off to the corner until, over the sea of heads, I spotted a beautiful stranger dressed as Jarlath the Goblin King. I took a shot of liquid courage and made a B-line towards her.
Halfway across the crowded room, beer splashed across the front of my Ziggy Stardust outfit.
“I am so sorry,” a female pirate said, patting me dry.
“Don’t worry about it.” Every time I tried circling her, she moved to cut me off.
“I am such a klutz. Why don’t you come into the kitchen so I can clean up this mess?”
I put my hands on her shoulders and steered her out of the way. “It’s fine. Trust me.”
Approaching Jarlath from behind, heart slamming against my chest, I said, “Well this is awkward. One of us is gonna have to change.”
Jennie had bright blue eyes and dimples impossible to miss. Ten minutes into our debate about David Bowie’s greatest album, I said, “You know Absolute Bowie are playing the Half Moon next week. I could take you?”
“Sorry. I’m going with my boyfriend,” she said with a sympathetic smile. From beside the buffet table, the pirate stared daggers in our direction.
“No worries,” I replied, despite the fact I was brimming with jealousy.
The next day, as I jogged off my hangover, a brown-haired lady cut across my path and we both went spinning to the ground.
“Flip, sorry.” I rushed to pull her up by the hands. “I’m like a bloody zombie lately.”
She did a doubletake. “Ziggy, right?”
There was no mistaking those eyes. “Jarlath?”
“Well, Jarlath or Jennie. Eithers fine.”
“Right. Well, sorry again. Enjoy Absolute Bowie.”
Before I could jog away, she said, “Hey, so that guy I was seeing? Turns out he’s a total prick.”
Jennie and I went for coffee. Coffee morphed into drinks. Drinks morphed into a steamy make-out session on my sofa.
But as she covered my neck in soft kisses, my stomach turned. It felt like cheating. So, I put the brakes on things and said, “I can’t do this. I’m really sorry. You’re amazing, but I just got out of a serious relationship…and…it’s just…”
“Hey, don’t worry about it.”
We agreed we’d let our connection blossom in its own time.
Jennie had a playful mystique to her. Within a handful of dates, we’d developed inside jokes and could tell what the other was thinking. But Luna’s imprint was hard to shake, to the extent I almost mixed up the two ladies’ names multiple times.
To detox, I suggested Jennie and I spend a romantic weekend in the Lake District, because after two days of hiking and kayaking my ex would no doubt be a spec in the rearview mirror.
Hours before we set off, however, Luna’s mom called. She wanted to meet and wouldn’t accept any excuses.
“Look, it’s obvious why I’m here,” she said, sitting across from me in Starbucks. “Ever since you and Luna broke up, she’s been acting…different.”
“Different? Different how?”
“I call but she hardly answers. I go over to her place but she’s never there. Now she’s telling me she needs to find herself. Says she’s moving to Australia.”
Her fingers tightened around her cup. “I need to know what happened between you two. And I don’t care if that paints anybody in a bad light. I’m just worried about my daughter is all.”
I told her about the Google account.
“Did you confront her about it?”
“Hell no. I ghosted that crazy bitc—” I cleared my throat. “I mean, I just…stopped seeing her.”
She started crying so loudly customers at nearby tables paused their conversations. I touched her forearm, promised I’d call if I remembered anything else, then set off for my romantic weekend.
But while Jennie and I enjoyed all that fresh air and pub food, a thought nagged at me. Luna adored London, so why move to Australia? It seemed so out of character. Back at our rented cottage, I was so fixated on the thought I needed a smoke, badly.
“What the hell is that?” Jennie demanded, as she stepped onto the front deck.
I glanced at my hands. “Uhh, a cigarette.”
“Michael! Don’t be sarcastic. You know how I feel about those things.”
“…Do I?”
“Uhh, well it’s the same as anybody else. Quit poisoning your lungs and put that thing out.”
“Alright alright, geeze. Sorry Luna.”
“That’s okay.”
A knot formed in my stomach as she went back inside. I’d called Jennie Luna by mistake. And she hadn’t noticed. In fact, her reaction to me smoking was identical to Luna’s—even the snappy way she said the ‘poison your lungs’ line.
I followed Jennie into the lounge, where she’d curled up on an armchair with a Colleen Hoover novel. She was hiding something. What else did she know about Luna? Maybe I could trick her into revealing some details…
From behind, I started massaging her shoulders. “Sorry for being rude before. I know what you said came from a place of love.”
“That’s okay.”
I waited until her eyes drooped shut, then said, “It really is perfect here, huh? Maybe we should stay forever.”
“Wouldn’t that be amazing?”
Her little groans of pleasure, the rhythm of her breathing, it all felt so familiar. I waited until the tension in her neck dissolved, then I pushed my lips against her ear and whispered, “So how about we take this into the bedroom…Lola.”
“Hmm. Sure thing Bugs.”
My hands froze. Jennie jumped up. “Uhh, that felt so good, why’d you stop?”
“What did you just say?”
“What did you just say?”
“I called you Lola,” I replied, my arms frozen in midair. “And you called me bugs.”
“Like the cartoon, right? I thought it’d be a cute nickname. Anyway, I’m tuckered out.” She forced a yawn. “Why don’t we get some sleep?”
As her hand laced with mine, an image of me waking up drugged and gagged and tied to the bedposts flashed before my eyes.
I said, “Sure. I just…need to use the bathroom first.”
The second the door shut behind me, I flew out of the house, climbed in my car, and sped away.
Within seconds my phone started blowing up with calls, followed by texts. Where are you going? Is everything okay?
No, I wanted to reply. I’m onto your sick little game. Whatever it is, I’m onto it.
Luna stalked my stalker, now Jennie somehow knew Luna and I’s nicknames. How? Did all women take turns drawing straws and whoever picked the short one needed to become my girlfriend?
I couldn’t go home. For all I knew, my exes would’ve been there burning effigies of me. I needed a safe place. Somewhere I could lie low until I got all this straightened out.
“Of course you can stay,” Gertrude said over the phone. “I’m out with some friends, but I’ll meet you later. If you hop the side gate there’s a spare key under the kissing gnomes out back.”
Gertrude lived in a detached house in Wembley. It took a bit of foraging to find the gnomes hidden beneath the weeds in the brown, patchy garden.
I needed to shoulder the door open. Inside, a mountain of letters and flyers had piled up on the welcome mat.
Down the hall, a huge archway connected the landing with a lounge, where a bar sat against the far wall, surrounded by upholstered sofas, a low table, and tie dye sheets strung over the filthy carpet. Everything had a real elegant vibe, despite the musty air.
I’d drained two glasses of whiskey before Gertrude arrived.
“Looks like you’ve had a rough evening.”
I said we could talk in the morning.
“Not a chance. You can’t take negative energy to bed. Come on, confession is good for the soul.”
She sat on the sofa and patted the empty seat next to her. So, with a weary sigh, I shared a tale of deranged exes.
“Crazy,” she said.
“I sure can pick ‘em, huh?”
“No, I mean you’re crazy.”
“What?”
“Think about it. What’s more likely: that your ex’s are secretly in collusion, or you’re being paranoid? Look how bloodshot your eyes are. When’s the last time you got a good night’s rest?”
She made a great point; teenagers on the street occasionally shouted ‘Bugs’ or ‘Thumper’ at me. Jennie might’ve come up with the nickname herself. I pinched the bridge of my nose, groaning.
“Look, sleep here tonight. Tomorrow we’ll brainstorm ways you can make it up to Jennie.”
I fumbled through my pockets for a cigarette.
“Really?” Gertrude said. “If you insist on poisoning your lungs, can you at least do it away from my home?”
“Well if I can’t smoke, I’m gonna need a refill.” I shook my empty glass.
On my way toward the bar, a wave of wooziness hit me. My first instinct was to blame it on the alcohol, but there was something else.
It was her reaction to the cigarette. My finger ran through the thick layer of dust along the bar’s countertop. Why was it like the place had been abandoned? Why did Gertrude always pressure me to stay with my psycho girlfriends? And how come she always reached out, as if on cue, whenever my relationships hit problems? It couldn’t be coincidence…
I poured two glasses of whiskey and carried them to the sofa. “So, you’re really against the whole smoking thing, huh?”
“Of course. It’s a filthy habit.”
“Yeah. Plus, there was that mess with your husband. House fire, right?”
“I’d rather not discuss it.”
“Sure, sure.” I ignited the lighter with a roll across my trouser leg.
Gertrude grabbed a cushion and hugged it. “What are you doing?”
“Alright, cut the crap. What the hell’s going on? Have you been sending your friends to date me?”
“What are you talking about?”
I wrestled the cushion from her and held the lighter beneath it. “I want an explanation right now or I’m torching this place.”
This was an empty threat. I wasn’t some pyromaniac—I just wanted answers. Inch by inch, I raised the flame. “Last chance. Why are the women in my life acting weird?”
Gertrude grabbed for the lighter. As I swatted her wrists away, we both got scorched, and for a moment her skin went wild with spasms, a sensation I can only compare to reaching inside a bucket of wet, writhing maggots. My gaze whipped between her face and her hands, which vibrated like plucked guitar strings.
Before I could scream, she yanked me up, clamped a cold, wrinkled palm across my mouth, and forced me against the wall. I thrashed around, unable to move. For a lady old enough to collect a pension, she was crazy strong.
She waited until I ran out of breath, then said, “Michael, please. I’m not going to hurt you. Open your heart and listen.”
What else could I do?
“You were right before. I have been keeping a secret from you. The truth is, I’ve been in love with you since we met. I’d never flown before. And you were so so sweet. You started talking about this other woman, but I knew our energies were perfect for each other. And it’s like I always say, love makes us do crazy things. You can’t begrudge me that can you?”
She looked as if she expected me to respond, so I shook my head.
“But I think we’ve reached a point where our connection is so deep we can be completely transparent with one another.” She took a slow, steady breath. “Michael, all your ex’s, Luna, Sadie, Jennie. They’ve all been…well, me.”
I stared at her, confused.
She sighed. “It’ll be easier if I just show you.”
Out of nowhere her hand wriggled again, then her face tightened, as though the skin was being stretched over the bone. Wrinkles smoothed out and colour bled into her grey hair, turning it brown, and within seconds I found myself face-to-face with Jennie. Even her vintage clothes morphed into a green blouse and white slacks.
“See?” she said in Jennie’s voice, her now blue eyes locked on mine.
I screamed into the soft flesh of her palm.
“Sssh, it’s okay. I’m not gonna hurt you. Watch.”
Her entire body jerked and twitched, the muscles spasming as she shifted from Jennie to Luna. “See? Think of these as costumes”—from Luna to Sadie—"the important thing is what’s underneath. And you’ve fallen in love with what’s underneath three times. Now I’m going to let go, but I need you to promise you won’t overreact. Understand?”
On the verge of a panic attack, I nodded furiously.
The second she pulled away I made a break for the exit. The thing posing as Sadie grabbed me and hurled me backwards against the wall.
Like a disappointed teacher, she put her hands on her hips. “I’ve been so patient with you, Michael. So very, very patient.”
She blocked off any hope of escape. I sidestepped around the outer edge of the room, towards the bar.
“All those years moulding you. Trying to grow you into the man I know you can be. I really thought we had it this time. For the record, I wanted to do this the easy way. But drastic times...”
I was so scared I slammed right into the cabinet and yelped. Glass bottles chattered together, and then something wet ran down the back of my shirt. It was whiskey, leaking from the overturned bottle onto the carpeted floor.
Speaking more to herself now, Gertrude said, “I’ll just have to keep you here until you love me as much as I love you. Of course, that means posing as you so nobody gets suspicious, but that’s no trouble. I’ll tell your dad you’re moving to Italy. You always loved Italy.”
Pose as me? She'd been killing my ex's and taking their place, I was just the latest in a long line. She’d keep me as a personal sugar baby if I didn’t escape, but how? She was impossibly strong, and the only thing that seemed to scare her was…
Snatching the bottle, I doused the remaining whiskey all over the carpet and furniture. As I flicked the lighter open, Sadie’s hands shot up.
“Bugs…darling…what are you doing?”
I took three slow, steady breaths. “Breaking up with you, you crazy bitch.”
I tossed the lighter forward. Within seconds flames sprung up all around us, spreading as far as the sofa. Sadie’s shoe caught fire, and as she stamped around, unintentionally fanning the blaze, her body writhed again, starting with the ankles. Fat boils climbed up every inch of exposed skin, milky white and with the consistency of frog spawn, like she’d had a killer allergic reaction to poison ivy.
She dropped to her knees, wailing like a wounded animal. This was my chance.
I made a break for the exit, giving the creature as wide a berth as possible. But as I got one foot planted in the hall something clamped tight around my ankles. My chin hit the floor, then I started sliding backwards.
I twisted onto my back. Where Sadie’s left arm should’ve been, a tentacle-like appendage stretched across the length of the room, a distance of over twenty feet. It reeled me toward her like a fish on a line. Whatever that thing was no longer looked human. It melted like an ice statue, with no bones or connective tissue inside, its lips nose and mouth becoming hideously elongated before dripping off in huge globs like melted candlewax. A fire alarm started wailing as the tentacle dragged me through the flames, scorching my arms and legs.
The loose mass of skin reached out and encased me like a mother bird sheltering its eggs.
“WHY WON’T YOU LOVE ME?” all my ex’s voices screamed at once. Whichever direction I looked, silhouettes of faces rose and fell, as if trying to burst through. Parts of them dripped inside my mouth, disgustingly warm with a bitter taste worse than Vaseline.
I put everything into clawing my way out if there. What was left of the beast had the consistency of wet clay and came apart just as easily. I tore away chunks until there was a hole large enough to squeeze through. Then, I crawled along surrounded by black smoke.
At the far side of the room I risked a glance back and saw a bumpy, uneven hand reaching out of a puddle of ooze. Soon I was crawling over the bristly welcome mat, then fumbling for the door. All I remember after that are paramedics wrestling me into an ambulance…
A specialist officer came to see me at the hospital the next morning. They’d been unable to contact the homeowner, Gertrude Huyton, and through his line of questioning I could tell they hadn’t found her ‘remains’ inside the charred house. Like the wicked witch of the West, my stalker had melted. I told the officer she said I could stay the night, and that I probably started the fire by dropping a cigarette.
“In that case, we’ll keep trying to reach her.” He walked to the curtain surronding my bed and paused. “Oh, and I almost forgot to mention, her cat is missing.”
“Her...cat?”
“Yeah. The little black one. One of the firemen pulled it out of the wreckage. The poor thing had burns over its legs but it ran off before anybody could take it to the vet.”
I swallowed a gulp and thanked him for telling me.
And now I’m still sitting here listening while nurses rush back and forth, terrified any one of them might be Gertrude…
2024.05.19 15:47 dblum2390 Meta Call for League Cup - Chien Pao or Roaring Moon/Dunsparce
Playing in my first league cup today (with my 7 year old, what a great fatheson activity we’ve discovered!) and wondering which of these decks to play. Feel comfortable with both. Lately at the shop there’s been a lot of Chien Pao to counter Charizard, and Moon seems like a good match up with CP, while CP on CP is basically whoever goes first. Moon struggles bad with Charizard though. Which to pick?
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2024.05.19 15:47 sunshinesmiles203 what does my chart say about my future/destiny/life path?
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2024.05.19 15:44 Bushels_of_ash [MF] The 9th of May
There is some potentially triggering content in this story
Did you know that memories aren’t real? No? Not really, you can misremember or change a memory without ever knowing you have. It’s a sinisterly important fact for me, some would be worried but I find it freeing, I can share this memory without fear or shame. I most likely haven’t remembered what happened as it happened, and considering what happened on the 9th of May all those years ago, I’d say it’s likely I don’t remember. It’s a relief really that memories aren’t real; I have always hated talking about my memories, about myself in general. In my experience, people are not interested in what I have to say, unless it relates to them or it makes me look less than them. Maybe it’s all in my head, everything is really. I’m not the most people friendly these days, I think you could call me a cynic, I call myself a cynic, but I’ll try and keep true to this memory, without the influence of hindsight and my cynicism.
It’s about that puddle and the 9th of May. Why the specifically the 9th of May? Well I don’t actually know why that day, it could have easily been the 8th, the difference is hours. I do wish I could change the setting; it’s almost poetic, I could always be misremembering, it was a long time ago, and I have been told many times since that I have a flair for the dramatic. A dark and rainy night, with the wind howling, well that’s a backdrop I can enjoy.
I’m sorry. Let me start at the beginning for the sake of clarity, otherwise I’ll never finish what I start to say, and I’ll never say what I need to say.
Once upon a time I went to a party. I enjoyed drinking back then, a healthy amount for most people, but for me, a dangerous amount, I had a tendency to get inside my head when I drink.
No again I’m sorry, that’s not the memory I want to share, I want to tell the 9th of May, I think this memory will be harder to tell than I first thought.
It was a birthday party for a friend, well a friend of a friend, I knew two people there, I was speaking my wisdom at the party, normally people would just nod and slide away from that kind of wisdom, but this was during the university days, everyone is intelligent, insightful and understanding at university. We few were the self-proclaimed leaders of the future, and so understood all, my green wisdom spewed with no start or finish was always well received. I remember some of what I said, you can walk into any pub or club and listen to the drunkest person in the room, they would have spewed the same wisdom, wisdom that I thought at the time was original and wise, but really was just old sentiment repeated with new words. Despite what I wanted at the time, wisdom comes with age, not self-assurance.
But this time was my spring years, that sweet age just before I faced reality, the real harsh reality of life, I had just begun to explore the world inside my bubble, and my exploration lead me onto the well-trodden path of clubbing and drinking, the respectable rebellion. I began as I always did, by talking, talking of going to some event, a lecture, a monument, an underground pub, of all the things I could do that evening, the places I could go, I and the other future leaders of the world, the potential was ours to squander. This ended as it always would, in that night club, the very same one I would always go to, my slice of reality.
Apologies my dear reader, I have a cynical mind, it’s hard to keep at bay, I’ll admit that I haven’t really tried to keep it from being an influence here, I can’t seem to help myself, but this next part of the memory is less clear, but I can relay it with a real, shame filled joy. This part of the memory feels more like a dream now, I don’t have the energy to do what I did that night, I don’t have the energy for much these days, I think that makes the memory more fond to me, drinking, dancing, worry free. Maybe fond was the wrong word to use here, jealous is more fitting, jealous of the innocence and time I wasted. The power of a drink back then was incredible; I miss the feeling, that burn in the mouth, the after taste, the saliva, the heat in your chest, and that feeling of being unstoppable. Of course drink has more than one effect, and while I’d like to believe my cloudy memory is caused by false and misremembered facts, or by the merging of a hundred single nights into one endless night, that’s too poetic. No, the memory is clouded by the amount I drunk that night, and many years after as I tried to forget this very memory.
Yet despite this, even now, the fragments still makes me smile, whether it’s because I enjoy the memories of the innocence I held then, or I’m jealous of them I cannot say, I’m a self-proclaimed cynic, not a philosopher or a psychologist, I’ll leave the analysis to better men than me. Instead I’ll try to give you an idea of what happened in the club without my opinions bleeding through. This night in the club was no different from all the others, they all start the same. Moving around the club in a daze, my head feeling big and unsteady, but also incredibly light and empty, my fingertips warm, my feet numb, I remember dancing to songs, dancing on tables, screaming out lyrics, smoking outside, stealing a bottle of champagne, fixing my hair in a mirror, buying a round of drinks, the lights flashing, the bass thumping, fog spewing, standing on my own staring at the old chandelier, crawling on the floor looking for money, I remember walking out the club and how quiet everything seemed in comparison while I tried to keep standing in the night air, looking at my hands, how bright the lights were, how blurry the world seemed and how beautiful the moon was that night.
Here, here the memory starts to come back into focus, the bright street lights and night air always helped me to sober up at night, plus I’ve always enjoyed being outside in the dark night or under the moonlight, I find it comforting to stand under the moon, it’s as if I’m suddenly alive.
As I came to my senses my memory sharpened, but that’s all, my drunkenness remained. I was with a couple of friends, some who I had been at the party with and some who I met in the club, we got food, and we spent such a long time talking, our conversations were mixed, some happy, some sad, all just more green wisdom. Much later on, me and my friend, maybe the one I went to the party with (it might have been someone else, who’s to say?), walked back towards our homes not because we wanted to walk as we said over and over to our screeching friends, but because the taxi was expensive and we couldn’t afford it, we lived in different places but close enough that we could walk together. Its funny to think of this moment, back then I had the money for a taxi, but I wouldn’t spend it on a taxi, now that I’m a poor man, I’ll spend money I don’t have on taxis I don’t need, apparently the youthful idiot I was, was wiser than I am now in some regards after all.
I don’t remember walking with my friend, or rather, I know where we went, how long it took and what we probably talked about, I had walked this walk so many times before this night, and so many after, they are all the same memory to me now, I enjoyed the walking in the night, the exhilaration of that has stayed with me more than the company on those walks. I always used to break it down into three segments, and so that’s how it comes back to me now. Leaving the club, past the library, past the race track, over the river across the bridge, up the steep hill, past the first university gates (which were actually the back gates), round the campus on the public roads, to the second gates (which are the main gates), a long walk with company, a painfully short one with alone. He was still living on the Campus my friend, I lived about ten minutes away from the campus, I said goodbye and goodnight, we agreed to speak in the morning if we survived. He went through the back gates and headed towards the halls, I continued on my way, onto the second segment of the walk past the gates. I was on my own for the rest of the walk; this happened a lot, both during my university days and many years after. I lived on the opposite side of the campus to most of my friends so this part of the walk was always mine alone, even when I started the night with the people I lived with. I didn’t mind, it was nice to enjoy the feeling of being drunk without having to show I was drunk, a few assured moments of peace under the moon light. I never deviated from my path, round the outside of the campus, opposite some housing estates, till I got next to a little shop that sold cheap, bottles of spirit. I would always stop for a moment to wish that shop was open.
Then it was down that straight road, the final part of my walk, big houses on either side, well-lit but not busy. It looked like it was a five minute walk but once you started it felt like it was never ending, and at the end of the night, in the night air, it was never ending. Sometimes I would run, sprint to see if I could make it to the end of that road without stopping, something to break the monotony of walking, other times to tire myself out so I could fall straight to sleep, and sometimes just because I wanted to run. Nearly every day for two years I walked down that road to go clubbing shopping or studying, to go for a meal, see a film, meet a friend, it was a constant part of my life, an unwanted companion and witness. Walking down that road, reader I don’t think I’m able to describe how I hated that road, but I always walked down that road, there were other ways I could walk, quicker ways, but I always took that road.
This particular night, actually at this point I suppose it was the morning. I was walking down that road in the rain and dark between the streetlights, bitterly cold staring straight into a street light walking on the right hand side. I’d always walk on the right hand side, I’m not sure why, whenever I walked on the left I had a bad day. Except for on the 9th, the 9th is the one exception.
I have no clue where the car came from; I didn’t see it until after the jump, just a blurred headlight, a door, a wing mirror. The driver, the make, the model, even the color is a mystery. It appeared and left like a phantom. There was no thought, I moved forward, but I don’t recognize that I was the one who leapt forward.
I remember the fall. I fell backwards. As if my strings had been cut and I fell limp into the puddle, there was no splash as I landed in that puddle.
The feeling I felt in that puddle, it was something I had never felt before or since, an overwhelming pull I was powerless against, I pray to never to feel it again.
Should I describe it? How to describe it? I have to describe it. I can describe the fear it inspired, but not yet, it’s easier to describe fear, but this isn’t meant to be easy, this memory never is. No the actual feeling, that’s harder, It wasn’t a happy emotion, not a powerful emotion, not a sad emotion. Hopelessness? Yes it was hopelessness. Nothing more, nothing less. No hope for the future, no point to anything, I think it is possibly the only time I felt hopelessness. You can’t live without hope.
I couldn’t stand could I? No, I wouldn’t have laid there if I could, to begin with I didn’t want to, didn’t care to, my legs wouldn’t move, arms were like stone, every muscle in my body cramped, I could feel everything. My eyes were open, rain hitting them, rain dripped from my lips to my chin, it tickled. The fingertips were warm, hair moved, stand by stand off my face. Puddle water lapped against my cheek, socks soaking up water, shirt getting tighter and heavier, jacket sleeves filling up with water, keys and wallet resting on my leg. I just lay there staring at nothing, seeing nothing.
I think to begin with I was gone; that everything I held myself up to and was trying to achieve, had suddenly left me, except my memories, memories that weren’t real. For the longest time that’s how I was, empty, even down to my emotions there was nothing I laid there empty. I could feel my body, but I couldn’t move it, I wasn’t welcome, I felt awkward, out of place. I’m not sure how long I lay there, dead (I had to be dead because I had no hope), it could have been a minute; it could have been hours, days or years.
The light was wrong. It was dark, only the light seemed to come from a streetlight, the sky was empty, the moon had left me.
Some portion of my mind came back, I started crying, I had failed, failed at even this simple task, I lay for a long time waiting, waiting for something else to come, I should have gotten up, but I just lay there waiting, I was muttering my secret . If that had been my mind for the rest of my days, I would have spent those days in that puddle unmoving; declared brain dead on the spot. The moment raises such disgust in me, I grieved my most important failure, hated my greatest success.
I’d like to lie here, to say anything other than the truth, to save myself the pain and the shame, but I said I would try to tell this memory as it was, not as I wish it, so while I’d like to say I had a vison, a burst of strength, that hope returned to me, I can’t, because in reality it was two words that saved me.
Two words. The Two words that cut through it all. I’m still not sure if I just heard them from somewhere else, said it myself or imagined it afterwards. “Get up” it was angry, disgusted, the words were almost spat out, “Get up”.
Those words have burned themselves into my mind, and affected me every day since. The fear and inspiration it awoke in my mind, throat pricked and butterflies in my stomach, anxiety. Next to the hopelessness it seemed like life had spoken, with a voice that wielded fear.
I took control of my body then……
No dear reader I didn’t…. I am almost finished, I have to be true to the memory, I can’t spare myself now, it’s too late for me to take it back.
I didn’t take control, I wasn’t there yet, it took me such a long time to regain control again, but it gave my eyes back to me for I had seen nothing long before the fall. I watched as fear drove me, took the strings of my life and moved them, dragging my shell in the dust, screaming.
I cursed everyone and everything, hated myself for what had happened, Oh and the fear, fear of the voice, fear of dying, the fear that someone would see me at this moment, see me and misunderstand me, I didn’t want to die,(I don’t want to die now) I was terrified that I had tried to die, terrified I didn’t know where that urge came from, that moment of energy and intention that was actioned without the consent of my mind, that I was powerless against.
Fear drove me, commanded me out of that puddle. I’d gone insane, truly, completely, utterly mad, I was dragging myself to the curb, screaming, crying, laughing, I ripped my finger nails out, shredded my palms and hands into bloody messes my knees into bruised pulp, my head and face cut by being dragged along.
I heaved up that curb fucking curb, shaking. I started to stand and scramble forward, to escape that spot, that puddle on that road. I stood up hunched and bent, buffet by the wind, laughing, crying, waving my hands in all directions spitting, shouting, wiping blood on my jeans, I was staggering side to side shaking, soaked to the bone, I was mad, insane, disgraced and humiliated.
Why say more? I won’t go further, there is so much more but to understand it…. This was not the place for such memories. That moment all those years ago, was not the eureka moment, the next day I turned this into a joke, a story to tell.
To this day, I cannot tell you what really happened that night all those years ago, as I sit here writing and rewriting the words over and over. I don’t think I’ll ever understand it. I wonder what would happened if I could relive that night again, doing everything again now. This was the time that my bubble began to burst and the real world hit me like a wave. Perhaps it was just a moment of growing pains. I’ve said it before, I’m only a cynic, all I have left is the memory of the 9th of May, a memory I visit daily.
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Did you know that memories aren’t real? No? Not really, you can misremember or change a memory without ever knowing you have. It’s a sinisterly important fact for me, some would be worried but I find it freeing, I can share this memory without fear or shame. I most likely haven’t remembered what happened as it happened, and considering what happened on the 9th of May all those years ago, I’d say it’s likely I don’t remember. It’s a relief really that memories aren’t real; I have always hated talking about my memories, about myself in general. In my experience, people are not interested in what I have to say, unless it relates to them or it makes me look less than them. Maybe it’s all in my head, everything is really. I’m not the most people friendly these days, I think you could call me a cynic, I call myself a cynic, but I’ll try and keep true to this memory, without the influence of hindsight and my cynicism.
It’s about that puddle and the 9th of May. Why the specifically the 9th of May? Well I don’t actually know why that day, it could have easily been the 8th, the difference is hours. I do wish I could change the setting; it’s almost poetic, I could always be misremembering, it was a long time ago, and I have been told many times since that I have a flair for the dramatic. A dark and rainy night, with the wind howling, well that’s a backdrop I can enjoy.
I’m sorry. Let me start at the beginning for the sake of clarity, otherwise I’ll never finish what I start to say, and I’ll never say what I need to say.
Once upon a time I went to a party. I enjoyed drinking back then, a healthy amount for most people, but for me, a dangerous amount, I had a tendency to get inside my head when I drink.
No again I’m sorry, that’s not the memory I want to share, I want to tell the 9th of May, I think this memory will be harder to tell than I first thought.
It was a birthday party for a friend, well a friend of a friend, I knew two people there, I was speaking my wisdom at the party, normally people would just nod and slide away from that kind of wisdom, but this was during the university days, everyone is intelligent, insightful and understanding at university. We few were the self-proclaimed leaders of the future, and so understood all, my green wisdom spewed with no start or finish was always well received. I remember some of what I said, you can walk into any pub or club and listen to the drunkest person in the room, they would have spewed the same wisdom, wisdom that I thought at the time was original and wise, but really was just old sentiment repeated with new words. Despite what I wanted at the time, wisdom comes with age, not self-assurance.
But this time was my spring years, that sweet age just before I faced reality, the real harsh reality of life, I had just begun to explore the world inside my bubble, and my exploration lead me onto the well-trodden path of clubbing and drinking, the respectable rebellion. I began as I always did, by talking, talking of going to some event, a lecture, a monument, an underground pub, of all the things I could do that evening, the places I could go, I and the other future leaders of the world, the potential was ours to squander. This ended as it always would, in that night club, the very same one I would always go to, my slice of reality.
Apologies my dear reader, I have a cynical mind, it’s hard to keep at bay, I’ll admit that I haven’t really tried to keep it from being an influence here, I can’t seem to help myself, but this next part of the memory is less clear, but I can relay it with a real, shame filled joy. This part of the memory feels more like a dream now, I don’t have the energy to do what I did that night, I don’t have the energy for much these days, I think that makes the memory more fond to me, drinking, dancing, worry free. Maybe fond was the wrong word to use here, jealous is more fitting, jealous of the innocence and time I wasted. The power of a drink back then was incredible; I miss the feeling, that burn in the mouth, the after taste, the saliva, the heat in your chest, and that feeling of being unstoppable. Of course drink has more than one effect, and while I’d like to believe my cloudy memory is caused by false and misremembered facts, or by the merging of a hundred single nights into one endless night, that’s too poetic. No, the memory is clouded by the amount I drunk that night, and many years after as I tried to forget this very memory.
Yet despite this, even now, the fragments still makes me smile, whether it’s because I enjoy the memories of the innocence I held then, or I’m jealous of them I cannot say, I’m a self-proclaimed cynic, not a philosopher or a psychologist, I’ll leave the analysis to better men than me. Instead I’ll try to give you an idea of what happened in the club without my opinions bleeding through. This night in the club was no different from all the others, they all start the same. Moving around the club in a daze, my head feeling big and unsteady, but also incredibly light and empty, my fingertips warm, my feet numb, I remember dancing to songs, dancing on tables, screaming out lyrics, smoking outside, stealing a bottle of champagne, fixing my hair in a mirror, buying a round of drinks, the lights flashing, the bass thumping, fog spewing, standing on my own staring at the old chandelier, crawling on the floor looking for money, I remember walking out the club and how quiet everything seemed in comparison while I tried to keep standing in the night air, looking at my hands, how bright the lights were, how blurry the world seemed and how beautiful the moon was that night.
Here, here the memory starts to come back into focus, the bright street lights and night air always helped me to sober up at night, plus I’ve always enjoyed being outside in the dark night or under the moonlight, I find it comforting to stand under the moon, it’s as if I’m suddenly alive.
As I came to my senses my memory sharpened, but that’s all, my drunkenness remained. I was with a couple of friends, some who I had been at the party with and some who I met in the club, we got food, and we spent such a long time talking, our conversations were mixed, some happy, some sad, all just more green wisdom. Much later on, me and my friend, maybe the one I went to the party with (it might have been someone else, who’s to say?), walked back towards our homes not because we wanted to walk as we said over and over to our screeching friends, but because the taxi was expensive and we couldn’t afford it, we lived in different places but close enough that we could walk together. Its funny to think of this moment, back then I had the money for a taxi, but I wouldn’t spend it on a taxi, now that I’m a poor man, I’ll spend money I don’t have on taxis I don’t need, apparently the youthful idiot I was, was wiser than I am now in some regards after all.
I don’t remember walking with my friend, or rather, I know where we went, how long it took and what we probably talked about, I had walked this walk so many times before this night, and so many after, they are all the same memory to me now, I enjoyed the walking in the night, the exhilaration of that has stayed with me more than the company on those walks. I always used to break it down into three segments, and so that’s how it comes back to me now. Leaving the club, past the library, past the race track, over the river across the bridge, up the steep hill, past the first university gates (which were actually the back gates), round the campus on the public roads, to the second gates (which are the main gates), a long walk with company, a painfully short one with alone. He was still living on the Campus my friend, I lived about ten minutes away from the campus, I said goodbye and goodnight, we agreed to speak in the morning if we survived. He went through the back gates and headed towards the halls, I continued on my way, onto the second segment of the walk past the gates. I was on my own for the rest of the walk; this happened a lot, both during my university days and many years after. I lived on the opposite side of the campus to most of my friends so this part of the walk was always mine alone, even when I started the night with the people I lived with. I didn’t mind, it was nice to enjoy the feeling of being drunk without having to show I was drunk, a few assured moments of peace under the moon light. I never deviated from my path, round the outside of the campus, opposite some housing estates, till I got next to a little shop that sold cheap, bottles of spirit. I would always stop for a moment to wish that shop was open.
Then it was down that straight road, the final part of my walk, big houses on either side, well-lit but not busy. It looked like it was a five minute walk but once you started it felt like it was never ending, and at the end of the night, in the night air, it was never ending. Sometimes I would run, sprint to see if I could make it to the end of that road without stopping, something to break the monotony of walking, other times to tire myself out so I could fall straight to sleep, and sometimes just because I wanted to run. Nearly every day for two years I walked down that road to go clubbing shopping or studying, to go for a meal, see a film, meet a friend, it was a constant part of my life, an unwanted companion and witness. Walking down that road, reader I don’t think I’m able to describe how I hated that road, but I always walked down that road, there were other ways I could walk, quicker ways, but I always took that road.
This particular night, actually at this point I suppose it was the morning. I was walking down that road in the rain and dark between the streetlights, bitterly cold staring straight into a street light walking on the right hand side. I’d always walk on the right hand side, I’m not sure why, whenever I walked on the left I had a bad day. Except for on the 9th, the 9th is the one exception.
I have no clue where the car came from; I didn’t see it until after the jump, just a blurred headlight, a door, a wing mirror. The driver, the make, the model, even the color is a mystery. It appeared and left like a phantom. There was no thought, I moved forward, but I don’t recognize that I was the one who leapt forward.
I remember the fall. I fell backwards. As if my strings had been cut and I fell limp into the puddle, there was no splash as I landed in that puddle.
The feeling I felt in that puddle, it was something I had never felt before or since, an overwhelming pull I was powerless against, I pray to never to feel it again.
Should I describe it? How to describe it? I have to describe it. I can describe the fear it inspired, but not yet, it’s easier to describe fear, but this isn’t meant to be easy, this memory never is. No the actual feeling, that’s harder, It wasn’t a happy emotion, not a powerful emotion, not a sad emotion. Hopelessness? Yes it was hopelessness. Nothing more, nothing less. No hope for the future, no point to anything, I think it is possibly the only time I felt hopelessness. You can’t live without hope.
I couldn’t stand could I? No, I wouldn’t have laid there if I could, to begin with I didn’t want to, didn’t care to, my legs wouldn’t move, arms were like stone, every muscle in my body cramped, I could feel everything. My eyes were open, rain hitting them, rain dripped from my lips to my chin, it tickled. The fingertips were warm, hair moved, stand by stand off my face. Puddle water lapped against my cheek, socks soaking up water, shirt getting tighter and heavier, jacket sleeves filling up with water, keys and wallet resting on my leg. I just lay there staring at nothing, seeing nothing.
I think to begin with I was gone; that everything I held myself up to and was trying to achieve, had suddenly left me, except my memories, memories that weren’t real. For the longest time that’s how I was, empty, even down to my emotions there was nothing I laid there empty. I could feel my body, but I couldn’t move it, I wasn’t welcome, I felt awkward, out of place. I’m not sure how long I lay there, dead (I had to be dead because I had no hope), it could have been a minute; it could have been hours, days or years.
The light was wrong. It was dark, only the light seemed to come from a streetlight, the sky was empty, the moon had left me.
Some portion of my mind came back, I started crying, I had failed, failed at even this simple task, I lay for a long time waiting, waiting for something else to come, I should have gotten up, but I just lay there waiting, I was muttering my secret . If that had been my mind for the rest of my days, I would have spent those days in that puddle unmoving; declared brain dead on the spot. The moment raises such disgust in me, I grieved my most important failure, hated my greatest success.
I’d like to lie here, to say anything other than the truth, to save myself the pain and the shame, but I said I would try to tell this memory as it was, not as I wish it, so while I’d like to say I had a vison, a burst of strength, that hope returned to me, I can’t, because in reality it was two words that saved me.
Two words. The Two words that cut through it all. I’m still not sure if I just heard them from somewhere else, said it myself or imagined it afterwards. “Get up” it was angry, disgusted, the words were almost spat out, “Get up”.
Those words have burned themselves into my mind, and affected me every day since. The fear and inspiration it awoke in my mind, throat pricked and butterflies in my stomach, anxiety. Next to the hopelessness it seemed like life had spoken, with a voice that wielded fear.
I took control of my body then……
No dear reader I didn’t…. I am almost finished, I have to be true to the memory, I can’t spare myself now, it’s too late for me to take it back.
I didn’t take control, I wasn’t there yet, it took me such a long time to regain control again, but it gave my eyes back to me for I had seen nothing long before the fall. I watched as fear drove me, took the strings of my life and moved them, dragging my shell in the dust, screaming.
I cursed everyone and everything, hated myself for what had happened, Oh and the fear, fear of the voice, fear of dying, the fear that someone would see me at this moment, see me and misunderstand me, I didn’t want to die,(I don’t want to die now) I was terrified that I had tried to die, terrified I didn’t know where that urge came from, that moment of energy and intention that was actioned without the consent of my mind, that I was powerless against.
Fear drove me, commanded me out of that puddle. I’d gone insane, truly, completely, utterly mad, I was dragging myself to the curb, screaming, crying, laughing, I ripped my finger nails out, shredded my palms and hands into bloody messes my knees into bruised pulp, my head and face cut by being dragged along.
I heaved up that curb fucking curb, shaking. I started to stand and scramble forward, to escape that spot, that puddle on that road. I stood up hunched and bent, buffet by the wind, laughing, crying, waving my hands in all directions spitting, shouting, wiping blood on my jeans, I was staggering side to side shaking, soaked to the bone, I was mad, insane, disgraced and humiliated.
Why say more? I won’t go further, there is so much more but to understand it…. This was not the place for such memories. That moment all those years ago, was not the eureka moment, the next day I turned this into a joke, a story to tell.
To this day, I cannot tell you what really happened that night all those years ago, as I sit here writing and rewriting the words over and over. I don’t think I’ll ever understand it. I wonder what would happened if I could relive that night again, doing everything again now. This was the time that my bubble began to burst and the real world hit me like a wave. Perhaps it was just a moment of growing pains. I’ve said it before, I’m only a cynic, all I have left is the memory of the 9th of May, a memory I visit daily.
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BPAL:
Beaver Moon 2022: $22 2022’s beev is a champurrado cheesecake.
Blue Snowballs (TOL) $20 because the holidays can be really, really frustrating. Blueberry slush with a hint of lime and blackberry juice.
Butter Rum Cookie (2013) $22 A boozy addition to the devil's bake sale! Rum-soaked butter cookies, crusted with sugar, soaked in almond and garnished with orange rind.
Chibi Skull Last Will and Testament: $20 Bourbon vanilla, mallow flower, red patchouli, and cream mousse.
Elphame’s Feast (Spiritus Arcanum 2022) $35 An ethereal frenzy of diaphanous, otherworldly blooms cascading over cardamom-dusted cream cakes
Iron Phoenix (BPAL 7th Anniversary) $15 Dragon's blood and dark, dense metal, black pepper, clove, red ginger, basil, and myrrh.
Leaf 2022 Behind: $25 Cabbage accord, young lettuce leaves, cucumber pulp, and crystalline green musk.
Rubber Chicken $20 (TOL) A radiant, ridiculous blend of banana, sweet orange, ambrette seed, and neroli
BPAL: partials (in original 5ml bottles)
Late Night Moon 2021: half full $10 A pale halo of white tea and mugwort leaf, shimmering Tunesian neroli, and heady white champaca petals.
LE imps: Caligari A Go Go $4 Citrine (Haute Macabre) $4 Doom Cake $4 Gingerbread Milk: $5 XXX Means Kisses $4 Vacuous Me $4 Vampire Milk $5
2024.05.19 15:36 l0nley_snlpzy I have no idea what to do with my life at all...😥pls help
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2024.05.19 15:35 sharkycharming Your Top 10 Tracks and Album with the Names of Boys or Men in the Title
Please post the top 10 songs and top album (more if there are ties) with a man's/boy's first name in the title. Whether the word was intended as a name is up to you, for example, "Rockin' Robin" isn't about a person named Robin, but you may want to use those if you don't have a lot of tracks that qualify otherwise. For album, list nothing that uses the name of the actual artist as the album title or artist's name. Meaning no so-and-so's greatest hits, eponymous albums, etc.
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- "(The Man Who Shot) Liberty Valance" - Gene Pitney (#46-17)
- "Movin' Out (Anthony's Song)" - Billy Joel (#70-15)
- "Archie, Marry Me" - Alvvays (#133-13)
- "Dylan Thomas" - Better Oblivion Community Center (#134-13)
- "Walt Whitman's Niece" - Billy Bragg & Wilco (#135-13)
- "Me and Bobby McGee" - Janis Joplin (#217-12)
- "Me and Julio Down By the Schoolyard" - Paul Simon (#234-12)
- "Making Plans for Nigel" - XTC (#279-12)
- "Noah's Dove" - 10,000 Maniacs (#282-11)
- "The Ballad of Jed Clampett" - Lester Flatt, the Foggy Mountain Boys (#343-11)
- "The Mighty Quinn" - Manfred Mann (#345-11)
2024.05.19 15:31 LiteFoo Should I cut my losses?
I have a a play account that I opened a couple of years ago, where I made a serious mistake in buying a meme stock (CEI) on 3/8/2022 somehow thinking I’d make a quick buck or two. To be specific, I bought $15K of CEI and it’s 99.78%. Literally a day later that stock tanked and I’m stuck holding the bags as you can see. Around that time I also bought TSLA (down 43%) and OXY (down 15%), obviously all in the in the red.
This is totally my fault. I got sucked up in the excitement and therefore opened this account to see if I can be an effective day trader with about 50K in the hopes of going to the moon. Clearly I am not a good trader and that plan didn’t pan out. However I have other accounts that are properly invested in ETF’s etc and all is well there, and blessed to say money isn’t a problem.
So the question is, should I cut my losses and put the remainder back into the ETF’s? Or should I keep it and set a sell at some limit in case the meme traders load up on CEI? What about TSLA and OXY? Not sure TSLA will have a positive quarter for a while, and OXY will see slow growth soon I believe.
Thanks for your advice.
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This is totally my fault. I got sucked up in the excitement and therefore opened this account to see if I can be an effective day trader with about 50K in the hopes of going to the moon. Clearly I am not a good trader and that plan didn’t pan out. However I have other accounts that are properly invested in ETF’s etc and all is well there, and blessed to say money isn’t a problem.
So the question is, should I cut my losses and put the remainder back into the ETF’s? Or should I keep it and set a sell at some limit in case the meme traders load up on CEI? What about TSLA and OXY? Not sure TSLA will have a positive quarter for a while, and OXY will see slow growth soon I believe.
Thanks for your advice.
2024.05.19 15:31 therealalian Sirius, the Blue Star Kachina (swipe)
 | I recently realized that the Blue Star Kachina from the Hopi legend is actually a reference to the star Sirius. If you haven't seen my post about how we may be in a binary star system with Sirius, check that out here submitted by therealalian to u/therealalian [link] [comments] https://www.reddit.comtherealalian/s/2gQsz4Ks41 According to the Hopi legend, the 9th and final sign before the beginning of the New World will be signaled by the return of a Blue Star. This will cause a world ending cataclysm and Reset the earth. I had previously thought that Andre 3000s new album "New Blue Sun" was about Sirius, but now I am quite sure of it. If you haven't seen my post with all the references to the "New World", check that out here https://www.reddit.comtherealalian/s/Gu5m0C1znz The Light of Sirius that falls out of the sky in The Truman Show is Blue. To Egyptians, Sirius is represented by Isis, the mother of Horus, the sun God Sirius/Isis is also represented by Mary, the mother of Jesus, the son of God. The Color used as symbol of Mother Mary is the color Blue. I also found it interesting that Doctor Steven Greer has a documentary called Sirius. Some of you may know Dr. Greer as an advocate for the recent UAP/NHI/UFO disclosure I also recently noticed that Kim Kardashian and Drake are getting ready for the Michael Rubin All White party on july 4th. They received some strange art as invitations... also worth noting that Drakes recent album is called "For All The Dogs" which is a tribute to Sirius, the Dog star. The all white party on july 4th is also a tribute to Sirius because this is when Sirius is in conjunction with our Sun. This marks the beginning of the Dog days of summer on July 4th. I keep seeing more people making songs about the Sun, like the popular Kpop group Aespa and their new song "SuperNova" which in my opinion is a song all about the incoming Plasma Reset/ solar flares. https://youtu.be/phuiiNCxRMg?si=QMXgMOv7D9v-UL7L More solar flares are on the way and more sun spots continue to appear. More articles are coming out saying to expect increased aurora. What a surprise..... https://youtu.be/-an7PRCoUSI?si=apglhTGE0aaFPHzo Also there is a planetary alignment about to happen and can be seen in the skies on June 3rd. Some people claim that planetary alignments can cause seismic activity for us here on Earth. https://youtu.be/04ltVWAkxxY?si=s1CzYPQkE3Fwq9_H If this year is anything like last year, I remember June 6th was a wild time because of the blood moon and the smoke from the Canada fires rushing into the USA. Looks like we might have a lot more events in store for this year. Crazy times people! Make sure you take it easy on eachother out there and show some extra love to those around you. We could all use it now more than ever. |
2024.05.19 15:30 xiaolii [H] Lots of Games [W] Trade for Games or Paypal (EU)
Last Updated List: 19/05/2024
I'm primarily looking to trade for games from my wishlist, otherwise I am also open to selling them. I am not interested in games I already have and all games I'm getting are for me and activated on my own account. Other than that feel free to offer your list of Steam games and something I may not have and fulfills my criteria I could/would be willing to trade for it/them.
Info:
I kindly ask of you is to be reasonable when making offers to make it a fair trade for both of us.
Let's have a good exchange/trade!
List of games:
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I'm primarily looking to trade for games from my wishlist, otherwise I am also open to selling them. I am not interested in games I already have and all games I'm getting are for me and activated on my own account. Other than that feel free to offer your list of Steam games and something I may not have and fulfills my criteria I could/would be willing to trade for it/them.
- To trade you must respond to this thread first, I will not respond or accept anyone outside of this thread, only exception are unless we've traded more than once before.
- Only interested in trading for games on Steam.
- I don't do Humble gifts whether receiving or giving, all my keys are in unrevealed form right after purchase.
- No interest in any keys from an unofficial retailesource (aka grey market), curatoreviewer keys (aka beta/reviewebeta-testing/etc.), abandonware, keys for games that are already free on Steam itself, Steam profile-limited keys, and only slight interest in VR-titles and/or de-listed games (no banned games).
- Anything marked as wishlist/paypal, it's self-explanatory and I won't look through lists.
- All my keys are EU keys, if you are outside of EU, make sure you double check for any region locks for your country. For quite a few which I was aware of I already listed the region lock, however this is not my responsibility as I did specify the key's region.
- When buying, I only accept payments in Euro's. Minimum purchase of €1,00. Fees are on buyer.
Info:
- Region (and keys region): Europe
- IGS Rep Page
- SteamTrades
- SteamRep
I kindly ask of you is to be reasonable when making offers to make it a fair trade for both of us.
Let's have a good exchange/trade!
List of games:
- 100% Orange Juice
- 16bit Trader
- 20XX
- 4089: Ghost Within
- 9 Years of Shadows
- 911 Operator
- A Demon's Game - Episode 1
- A Game of Changes
- A Juggler's Tale
- A Normal Lost Phone
- A Plague Tale: Innocence (wishlist or Paypal only)
- A Tale of Paper: Refolded
- ABZU
- Aces and Adventures
- Adventure Time: Pirates of the Enchiridion
- Afterimage (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Afterparty
- Airborne Kingdom
- Alien Breed 2: Assault
- Alone in the Dark (2008)
- Amanda the Adventurer
- AMID EVIL
- Amnesia: Rebirth
- An Elder Scrolls Legend: Battlespire
- Animal Shelter (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Anomaly II
- Anomaly: Warzone Earth
- Arcade Paradise
- Arcade Spirits
- Archipelago
- Arizona Sunshine: Deluxe Edition
- Arto (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Ary and the Secret of Seasons
- As Far As The Eye
- Ashina: The Red Witch
- Athena Trivia
- Attack of the Earthlings
- Autonauts
- Autonauts vs PirateBots
- Axiom Verge
- Axiom Verge 2 (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Back 4 Blood (Region Lock: Sub ID) (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Backstage Pass
- Baobabs Mausoleum Ep. 1 Ovnifagos Don't Eat Flamingos
- Batman: Arkham Asylum Game of the Year Edition
- Batman: Arkham City - Game of the Year Edition
- Batman: Arkham Knight Premium Edition
- Batman: Arkham Origins
- Battlestar Galactica Deadlock Season One
- BattleTrucks
- Beacon Pines (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Beat Or Die The MiniGames
- Beholder
- Ben 10: Power Trip
- Beyond the Long Night
- Big Crown®: Showdown
- Bighead Runner
- Bionic Commando
- Biosys Inc
- bit Dungeon II
- Black Book
- Black Paradox
- Black Skylands
- Blackguards
- Blackguards 2
- Blasphemous (Region Lock: EU/US only)
- Bleep Bloop
- Blind Fate: Edo no Yami
- BLOCKADE War Stories
- Blood And Zombies
- Bloodstained: Ritual of the Night (wishlist or Paypal only)
- BomberZone
- BPM: BULLETS PER MINUTE
- Brick Breaker
- Brothers: A Tale of Two Sons
Bud Spencer & Terence Hill - Slaps And Beans- Buggos
- Calico
- Caliper
- Call of Juarez: Gunslinger
- Cardboard Town
- Carton
- Castle Defender
- CastleStorm
- Cat on a Diet
- Caveblazers
- Cavity Busters
- CHESS CROWN
- Chicago 1930 : The Prohibition
- Children of Silentown
- Chorus (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Chronicon
- Citizen Sleeper
- City Siege: Faction Island
- Cobra Kai: The Karate Kid Saga Continues
- Colortone
- Commandos: Behind Enemy Lines
- Company of Heroes 2
- Company of Heroes 2 - Ardennes Assault
- Company of Heroes 2 - The Western Front Armies: Oberkommando West
- Company of Heroes: Tales of Valor
- Cook, Serve, Delicious!
- Cook, Serve, Delicious! 3?!
- Cookie Cutter (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Copy Kitty
- Coromon
- Corrupted
- Cosmic Star Heroine
- Crash Drive 2
- Crazy Machines 3
- Creepy Tale 3: Ingrid Penance
- CRYPTARK
- Crystals of Time
- Cthulhu Saves Christmas
- Curse: The Eye of Isis
- Cybercube
- Dad Quest
- Dark Deity
- Daymare: 1998
- Dead Estate
- Deadlink (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Dear Esther: Landmark Edition
- Death's Gambit: Afterlife
- Deathtrap
- Decarnation (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Decay: The Mare
- Deceive Inc.
- Decks Of Power
- Deep Despair 2
- Deflector
- Deponia
- Desert Parkour
- DESOLATE
- Destroy All Humans!
- Dicey Dungeons
- Dinosaur Fossil Hunter
- Disciples II: Rise of the Elves
- Dishonored
- Dogfight 1942
- DOOM II
- Drawful 2
- Dread Templar
- Dread X Collection
- Dread X Collection 2
- Dread X Collection 3
- Dread X Collection 5
- Dread X Collection: The Hunt
- Dreamscaper
- DreamWorks Dragons: Dawn of New Riders
- Driftland: The Magic Revival
- Drunken Robot Pornography
- Dungeons
- Dungeons 2
- Dungeons 3
- DUSK
- EARTH DEFENSE FORCE 4.1 The Shadow of New Despair + 18 DLCs (Complete)
- EARTH DEFENSE FORCE 4.1 WINGDIVER THE SHOOTER
- Eldest Souls
- ELEX II (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Eternal Threads
- Everhood
- Evil Genius 2: World Domination
- Evoland Legendary Edition
- Expect The Unexpected
- Extinction: Deluxe Edition
- Factory Town
- Fairy Escape
- Fall of Porcupine (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Fallout 3: Game of the Year Edition (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Fantasy Kingdom Simulator
- FAR: Lone Sails
- Fast & Furious: Spy Racers Rise of SH1FT3R
- Feel-A-Maze
- Fight'N Rage
- Figment
- Finding Paradise
- Firelight Fantasy: Resistance
- First Class Trouble
- Fishermurs
- Flashback
- Fly O'Clock
- For The King
- Forgive me Father
- Fred3ric
- Frederic: Evil Strikes Back
- Frederic: Resurrection of Music
- From Space
- Frostpunk
- Fury Unleashed
- Garden In!
- Garfield Kart
- Garfield Kart - Furious Racing
- Generation Zero
- Get In The Car, Loser!
- Gloria Victis
- Going Under
- Golden Light
- Golf It!
- Gone: Survival
- Good Night, Knight
- Gotham Knights (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Graveyard Keeper
- Gray Dawn
- GRIP: Combat Racing
- Guilty Gear X2 #Reload
- Guts and Glory
- GYLT (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Haegemonia: Legions of Iron
- Hamilton's Great Adventure
- Hands of Necromancy
- Hard West
- Heads Will Roll
- Hell Pie
- Hellbound
- HELLCARD
- Hellslave
- Hi-Fi RUSH (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Hollow Knight (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Holy Potatoes! A Spy Story?!
- Homestead Arcana
- Home Sweet Home
- Homeworld Remastered Collection
- Honey, I Joined a Cult
- Hue
- Human Fall Flat
- I Am Fish
- Ice Age: Scrat's Nutty Adventure
- ICEY
- Inertial Drift
- Inexistence Rebirth
- Injustice 2 Legendary Edition
- Internet Cafe Simulator 2
- Interstellar Space: Genesis
- Is Simon There?
- ITORAH
- Jagged Alliance: Rage!
- JANITOR BLEEDS
- Jotun: Valhalla Edition
- JUMANJI: The Video Game
- Junkyard Fury 2
- Just Die Already
- Ken Follett's The Pillars of the Earth
- Killing Floor 2 Digital Deluxe Edition
- King Arthur Collection (Sub ID 25825)
- King of Dragon Pass
- King Of The Castle
- Kingdom Come: Deliverance + Band of Bastards DLC (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Kingdom Wars 2: Definitive Edition
- Kingdom Wars 4
- King's Bounty: Armored Princess
- Kitaria Fables
- Kitchen Simulator 2015
- Kraken Academy!!
- Kyle is Famous: Complete Edition
- Legend of Keepers: Career of a Dungeon Manager
- Leisure Suit Larry 7 - Love for Sail
- Life is Strange: True Colors (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Lila’s Sky Ark
- Little Orpheus
- Loddlenaut
- Loop Hero
- Lord of the Dark Castle
- Lords and Villeins
- Lords of Football
- Lost Castle
- Lost Planet 3 Complete Pack
- Lucius III
- Lumberhill
- LunarLux
- Mad Max
- Mafia III: Definitive Edition (Region Lock: Sub ID) (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Mago
- Maid of Sker
- Mail Time
- Main Assembly
- Maneater
- MARSUPILAMI - HOOBADVENTURE (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Marvel's Midnight Suns + DLC (Region Lock: Sub ID) (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Mechs & Mercs: Black Talons
- Medieval Kingdom Wars
- Mega Man Legacy Collection
- MegaRace 1
- MegaRace 2
- MegaRace 3
- Men of War
- Metal: Hellsinger (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Metamorphosis
- Metro Simulator
- Middle-earth: Shadow of Mordor GOTY
- Middle-earth: Shadow of War Definitive Edition
- Midnight Fight Express
- Minute of Islands
- MirrorMoon EP
- Monaco
- Moon Hunters
- Morbid: The Seven Acolytes
- Mortal Kombat 11 Ultimate (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Mortal Kombat XL
- Moto Racer Collection
- Moving Out + Movers in Paradise DLC
- Music Racer
- My Little Universe Soundtrack (DLC)
- My Little Worms
- Mystery of Unicorn Castle: The Beastmaster
- Mythforce (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Mythic Ocean
- Nadir: A Grimdark Deckbuilder
- NARUTO TO BORUTO: SHINOBI STRIKER
- Nash Racing: Pursuit
- Nearly Dead
- Necronator: Dead Wrong
- NecroWorm
- Neon Abyss Deluxe Edition
- Nickelodeon All-Star Brawl
- Nimble Fish
- Nioh 2 – The Complete Edition (wishlist or Paypal only)
- No Place Like Home
- Nobody Saves the World
- Nomad Survival
- Oaken
- Oddworld: Abe's Oddysee
- Oddworld: New 'n' Tasty
- OlliOlli World
- Onde
- One Finger Death Punch 2
- One Hand Clapping
- Onee Chanbara Origin (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Operation Tango
- Orange Cast: Sci-Fi Space Action Game
- Orbital Racer
- Orcs Must Die! 3 Complete Bundle
- OTXO
- Out of Space
- Overcooked
- Owlboy (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Paint the Town Red
- Papo & Yo
- Patch Quest
- PAYDAY 2
- PC Building Simulator
- Pathfinder: Kingmaker - Enhanced Plus Edition (Region Lock: Sub ID)
- Plunger Simulator
- Police Stories
- POSTAL 2
- Primal Carnage: Extinction
- Prodeus
- Push The Box 3D
- Qbik
- QUAKE II
- qubo
- RAD
- Rad Rodgers Radical Edition
- Radio Commander
- Railway Empire
- Recipe For Disaster
- Red Faction: Armageddon
- Red Faction Guerrilla Re-Mars-tered
- Red Solstice 2: Survivors
- Redout: Enhanced Edition + 5 DLCs
- Regency Solitaire
- Regions Of Ruin
- Remnant: From the Ashes - Complete Edition (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Remnants of Naezith
- Repetendium
- Resident Evil 0 HD REMASTER
- Resident Evil 4 (2005)
- Resident Evil 5 Gold Edition
- Resident Evil 6
- Resident Evil Revelations
- Resident Evil Revelations 2 Deluxe Edition
- Retrowave
- Reventure
- RHEM I SE: The Mysterious Land
- Rhythm Sprout: Sick Beats & Bad Sweets
- River City Girls
- River City Ransom: Underground
- Road 96 (Region Lock: Sub ID)
- Röki
- Royal Battleships
- Rustler
- Saints Row (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Salt and Sanctuary
- Sanctum 2
- Sands of Aura
- SATAZIUS
- Satellite Repairman
- Say No! More
- Scarlet Tower
- Scars Above
- Scorn
- School Years
- SEGA Bass Fishing
- Sense - 不祥的预感: A Cyberpunk Ghost Story
- Severed Steel
- Shadows: Awakening
- She Sees Red - Interactive Movie
- Shift Happens
- Shing!
- Shut Up And Dig
- Sid Meier's Ace Patrol
- Sine Mora EX
- Sigma Theory: Global Cold War
- Silent Service
- Sinking Island
- Sir Whoopass™: Immortal Death
- Skeletal Avenger
- Slaycation Paradise
- Small World + 1 DLC
- Snafu
- Sneak Thief
- Sniper Elite 4 Deluxe Edition (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Sniper Ghost Warrior Contracts
- Snowtopia: Ski Resort Builder
- SONG OF HORROR COMPLETE EDITION
- Sorry, James
- Soul Grabber
- Soulblight
- Soulstice
- Space Crew: Legendary Edition
- Sparkle 2 Evo
- Sparkle 3 Genesis
- Sparkle ZERO
- Spirit of the Island
- SPOOKWARE
- STAR WARS Jedi Knight - Jedi Academy
- STAR WARS Jedi Knight II - Jedi Outcast
- Stacking
- Starblast
- Starpoint Gemini 2 Gold Pack
- Starpoint Gemini Warlords
- Startide
- STASIS
- Stick Fight: The Game
- Steel Rats
- Steelrising (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Strange Brigade
- Streets of Fury EX
- Strider
- Stygian: Reign of the Old Ones
- SuchArt: Genius Artist Simulator
- Sucker for Love: First Date
- Suite 776
- Sunblaze
- Sunlight
- Sunset Overdrive
- Super Catboy
- Super Indie Karts
- Super Magbot
- Super Meat Boy
- Superbugs: Awaken
- Superliminal (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Survive the Nights
- Swag and Sorcery
- Switchball HD
- Sword of the Necromancer
- Syberia
- Symphony of War: The Nephilim Saga (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Synergia
- SYNTHETIK: Legion Rising
- System Crash
- S.W.I.N.E. HD Remaster
- Tacoma
- Tallowmere
- Tenta Shooter
- TERRACOTTA (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Terraformers
- Terror of Hemasaurus
- Tesla Force
- The Amazing American Circus
- The Banner Saga Trilogy Deluxe Pack (Sub ID) (wishlist or Paypal only)
- The Bluecoats: North & South
- The Callisto Protocol (wishlist or Paypal only)
- The Chronicles of Nyanya
- The Citadel
- The Dark Pictures Anthology: House of Ashes (wishlist or Paypal only)
- The Dark Pictures Anthology: Man of Medan (wishlist or Paypal only)
- The Dark Eye: Memoria
- The Dream Machine: Chapter 1 & 2
- The Dungeon Beneath
- The Dungeon of Naheulbeuk: The Amulet of Chaos
- The Elder Scrolls Adventures: Redguard
- The Esoterica: Hollow Earth
- The Evil Within 2
- The eXceed Collection: Aural Brutality Edition
- The Executioner
- The Falconeer
- THE GAME OF LIFE
- THE GAME OF LIFE 2 (wishlist or Paypal only)
- The Gunk
- The Haunting of Billy Classic
- The Incredible Adventures of Van Helsing: Final Cut
- The Initiate
- The Initiate 2: The First Interviews
- The Inner World
- The Knight Witch (wishlist or Paypal only)
- The Legend of Tianding
- The Long Reach
- The Moment of Silence
- The Quarry - Deluxe Edition (wishlist or Paypal only)
- The Quarry – Horror History Visual Filter Pack (DLC)
- The Red Lantern
- The Sapper
- The Talos Principle
- The Talos Principle: Gold Edition (wishlist or Paypal only)
- The Tarnishing of Juxtia
- The Tenants (wishlist or Paypal only)
- The Town of Light
- The Undying Plague
- The Witness (wishlist or Paypal only)
- There Is No Light: Enhanced Edition
- This War of Mine
- Those Who Remain
- Through Abandoned: The Refuge
- Ticket to Ride
- Timberman
- Time Lock VR
- Time on Frog Island
- Tiny Tina's Wonderlands: Chaotic Great Edition (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Tinykin (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Titan Quest Anniversary Edition
- Toki
- Toodee and Topdee
- Totally Reliable Delivery Service
- Tower of Time
- Townsmen - A Kingdom Rebuilt
- Train Simulator Classic + 2 DLCs
- Trifox
- Tropico 3 Gold Edition
- Tropico 4 Collector's Bundle
- Troublemaker
- Trover Saves the Universe
- Turbo Overkill (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Turmoil
- Turnip Boy Commits Tax Evasion
- Turok
- Turok 2: Seeds of Evil
- Twin Mirror
- Two Point Campus (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Ultimate Zombie Defense
- Undying (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Unity of Command Trilogy
- Up and Down
- Vampire Survivors
- Vanguard Princess
- Verdun
- Violett Remastered
- VirtuaVerse
- Voltaire: The Vegan Vampire
- Wanted: Dead (wishlist or Paypal only)
- War for the Overworld
- Wargroove
- Warhammer 40,000: Armageddon + Soundtrack DLC
- Warhammer 40,000: Armageddon - Da Orks
- Warhammer 40,000: Battlesector
- Warhammer 40,000: Sanctus Reach
- Warhammer: End Times - Vermintide
- Warhammer: Vermintide 2
- Wayward
- West of Dead
- What the Fog
- Where The Water Tastes Like Wine
- Who Pressed Mute on Uncle Marcus?
- Within Skerry
- Within the blade
- Wobbledogs (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Wolfenstein 3D
- Worms Rumble
- WWE 2K23 (Region Lock: Sub ID) (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Yoku's Island Express
- Yooka-Laylee
- XEL
- XIII - Classic
- X-Morph: Defense Complete Pack
- Yakuza 4 Remastered
- Yakuza: Like a Dragon (wishlist or Paypal only)
- You Deserve
- Zombie Army Trilogy
- Zombie Driver HD
- Zool Redimensioned
2024.05.19 15:30 xiaolii [H] Lots of Games [W] Trade for Games or Paypal (EU)
Last Updated List: 19/05/2024
I'm primarily looking to trade for games from my wishlist, otherwise I am also open to selling them. I am not interested in games I already have and all games I'm getting are for me and activated on my own account. Other than that feel free to offer your list of Steam games and something I may not have and fulfills my criteria I could/would be willing to trade for it/them.
Info:
I kindly ask of you is to be reasonable when making offers to make it a fair trade for both of us.
Let's have a good exchange/trade!
List of games:
submitted by xiaolii to indiegameswap [link] [comments]
I'm primarily looking to trade for games from my wishlist, otherwise I am also open to selling them. I am not interested in games I already have and all games I'm getting are for me and activated on my own account. Other than that feel free to offer your list of Steam games and something I may not have and fulfills my criteria I could/would be willing to trade for it/them.
- To trade you must respond to this thread first, I will not respond or accept anyone outside of this thread, only exception are unless we've traded more than once before.
- Only interested in trading for games on Steam.
- I don't do Humble gifts whether receiving or giving, all my keys are in unrevealed form right after purchase.
- No interest in any keys from an unofficial retailesource (aka grey market), curatoreviewer keys (aka beta/reviewebeta-testing/etc.), abandonware, keys for games that are already free on Steam itself, Steam profile-limited keys, and only slight interest in VR-titles and/or de-listed games (no banned games).
- Anything marked as wishlist/paypal, it's self-explanatory and I won't look through lists.
- All my keys are EU keys, if you are outside of EU, make sure you double check for any region locks for your country. For quite a few which I was aware of I already listed the region lock, however this is not my responsibility as I did specify the key's region.
- When buying, I only accept payments in Euro's. Minimum purchase of €1,00. Fees are on buyer.
Info:
- Region (and keys region): Europe
- IGS Rep Page
- SteamTrades
- SteamRep
I kindly ask of you is to be reasonable when making offers to make it a fair trade for both of us.
Let's have a good exchange/trade!
List of games:
- 100% Orange Juice
- 16bit Trader
- 20XX
- 4089: Ghost Within
- 9 Years of Shadows
- 911 Operator
- A Demon's Game - Episode 1
- A Game of Changes
- A Juggler's Tale
- A Normal Lost Phone
- A Plague Tale: Innocence (wishlist or Paypal only)
- A Tale of Paper: Refolded
- ABZU
- Aces and Adventures
- Adventure Time: Pirates of the Enchiridion
- Afterimage (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Afterparty
- Airborne Kingdom
- Alien Breed 2: Assault
- Alone in the Dark (2008)
- Amanda the Adventurer
- AMID EVIL
- Amnesia: Rebirth
- An Elder Scrolls Legend: Battlespire
- Animal Shelter (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Anomaly II
- Anomaly: Warzone Earth
- Arcade Paradise
- Arcade Spirits
- Archipelago
- Arizona Sunshine: Deluxe Edition
- Arto (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Ary and the Secret of Seasons
- As Far As The Eye
- Ashina: The Red Witch
- Athena Trivia
- Attack of the Earthlings
- Autonauts
- Autonauts vs PirateBots
- Axiom Verge
- Axiom Verge 2 (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Back 4 Blood (Region Lock: Sub ID) (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Backstage Pass
- Baobabs Mausoleum Ep. 1 Ovnifagos Don't Eat Flamingos
- Batman: Arkham Asylum Game of the Year Edition
- Batman: Arkham City - Game of the Year Edition
- Batman: Arkham Knight Premium Edition
- Batman: Arkham Origins
- Battlestar Galactica Deadlock Season One
- BattleTrucks
- Beacon Pines (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Beat Or Die The MiniGames
- Beholder
- Ben 10: Power Trip
- Beyond the Long Night
- Big Crown®: Showdown
- Bighead Runner
- Bionic Commando
- Biosys Inc
- bit Dungeon II
- Black Book
- Black Paradox
- Black Skylands
- Blackguards
- Blackguards 2
- Blasphemous (Region Lock: EU/US only)
- Bleep Bloop
- Blind Fate: Edo no Yami
- BLOCKADE War Stories
- Blood And Zombies
- Bloodstained: Ritual of the Night (wishlist or Paypal only)
- BomberZone
- BPM: BULLETS PER MINUTE
- Brick Breaker
- Brothers: A Tale of Two Sons
Bud Spencer & Terence Hill - Slaps And Beans- Buggos
- Calico
- Caliper
- Call of Juarez: Gunslinger
- Cardboard Town
- Carton
- Castle Defender
- CastleStorm
- Cat on a Diet
- Caveblazers
- Cavity Busters
- CHESS CROWN
- Chicago 1930 : The Prohibition
- Children of Silentown
- Chorus (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Chronicon
- Citizen Sleeper
- City Siege: Faction Island
- Cobra Kai: The Karate Kid Saga Continues
- Colortone
- Commandos: Behind Enemy Lines
- Company of Heroes 2
- Company of Heroes 2 - Ardennes Assault
- Company of Heroes 2 - The Western Front Armies: Oberkommando West
- Company of Heroes: Tales of Valor
- Cook, Serve, Delicious!
- Cook, Serve, Delicious! 3?!
- Cookie Cutter (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Copy Kitty
- Coromon
- Corrupted
- Cosmic Star Heroine
- Crash Drive 2
- Crazy Machines 3
- Creepy Tale 3: Ingrid Penance
- CRYPTARK
- Crystals of Time
- Cthulhu Saves Christmas
- Curse: The Eye of Isis
- Cybercube
- Dad Quest
- Dark Deity
- Daymare: 1998
- Dead Estate
- Deadlink (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Dear Esther: Landmark Edition
- Death's Gambit: Afterlife
- Deathtrap
- Decarnation (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Decay: The Mare
- Deceive Inc.
- Decks Of Power
- Deep Despair 2
- Deflector
- Deponia
- Desert Parkour
- DESOLATE
- Destroy All Humans!
- Dicey Dungeons
- Dinosaur Fossil Hunter
- Disciples II: Rise of the Elves
- Dishonored
- Dogfight 1942
- DOOM II
- Drawful 2
- Dread Templar
- Dread X Collection
- Dread X Collection 2
- Dread X Collection 3
- Dread X Collection 5
- Dread X Collection: The Hunt
- Dreamscaper
- DreamWorks Dragons: Dawn of New Riders
- Driftland: The Magic Revival
- Drunken Robot Pornography
- Dungeons
- Dungeons 2
- Dungeons 3
- DUSK
- EARTH DEFENSE FORCE 4.1 The Shadow of New Despair + 18 DLCs (Complete)
- EARTH DEFENSE FORCE 4.1 WINGDIVER THE SHOOTER
- Eldest Souls
- ELEX II (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Eternal Threads
- Everhood
- Evil Genius 2: World Domination
- Evoland Legendary Edition
- Expect The Unexpected
- Extinction: Deluxe Edition
- Factory Town
- Fairy Escape
- Fall of Porcupine (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Fallout 3: Game of the Year Edition (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Fantasy Kingdom Simulator
- FAR: Lone Sails
- Fast & Furious: Spy Racers Rise of SH1FT3R
- Feel-A-Maze
- Fight'N Rage
- Figment
- Finding Paradise
- Firelight Fantasy: Resistance
- First Class Trouble
- Fishermurs
- Flashback
- Fly O'Clock
- For The King
- Forgive me Father
- Fred3ric
- Frederic: Evil Strikes Back
- Frederic: Resurrection of Music
- From Space
- Frostpunk
- Fury Unleashed
- Garden In!
- Garfield Kart
- Garfield Kart - Furious Racing
- Generation Zero
- Get In The Car, Loser!
- Gloria Victis
- Going Under
- Golden Light
- Golf It!
- Gone: Survival
- Good Night, Knight
- Gotham Knights (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Graveyard Keeper
- Gray Dawn
- GRIP: Combat Racing
- Guilty Gear X2 #Reload
- Guts and Glory
- GYLT (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Haegemonia: Legions of Iron
- Hamilton's Great Adventure
- Hands of Necromancy
- Hard West
- Heads Will Roll
- Hell Pie
- Hellbound
- HELLCARD
- Hellslave
- Hi-Fi RUSH (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Hollow Knight (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Holy Potatoes! A Spy Story?!
- Homestead Arcana
- Home Sweet Home
- Homeworld Remastered Collection
- Honey, I Joined a Cult
- Hue
- Human Fall Flat
- I Am Fish
- Ice Age: Scrat's Nutty Adventure
- ICEY
- Inertial Drift
- Inexistence Rebirth
- Injustice 2 Legendary Edition
- Internet Cafe Simulator 2
- Interstellar Space: Genesis
- Is Simon There?
- ITORAH
- Jagged Alliance: Rage!
- JANITOR BLEEDS
- Jotun: Valhalla Edition
- JUMANJI: The Video Game
- Junkyard Fury 2
- Just Die Already
- Ken Follett's The Pillars of the Earth
- Killing Floor 2 Digital Deluxe Edition
- King Arthur Collection (Sub ID 25825)
- King of Dragon Pass
- King Of The Castle
- Kingdom Come: Deliverance + Band of Bastards DLC (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Kingdom Wars 2: Definitive Edition
- Kingdom Wars 4
- King's Bounty: Armored Princess
- Kitaria Fables
- Kitchen Simulator 2015
- Kraken Academy!!
- Kyle is Famous: Complete Edition
- Legend of Keepers: Career of a Dungeon Manager
- Leisure Suit Larry 7 - Love for Sail
- Life is Strange: True Colors (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Lila’s Sky Ark
- Little Orpheus
- Loddlenaut
- Loop Hero
- Lord of the Dark Castle
- Lords and Villeins
- Lords of Football
- Lost Castle
- Lost Planet 3 Complete Pack
- Lucius III
- Lumberhill
- LunarLux
- Mad Max
- Mafia III: Definitive Edition (Region Lock: Sub ID) (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Mago
- Maid of Sker
- Mail Time
- Main Assembly
- Maneater
- MARSUPILAMI - HOOBADVENTURE (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Marvel's Midnight Suns + DLC (Region Lock: Sub ID) (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Mechs & Mercs: Black Talons
- Medieval Kingdom Wars
- Mega Man Legacy Collection
- MegaRace 1
- MegaRace 2
- MegaRace 3
- Men of War
- Metal: Hellsinger (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Metamorphosis
- Metro Simulator
- Middle-earth: Shadow of Mordor GOTY
- Middle-earth: Shadow of War Definitive Edition
- Midnight Fight Express
- Minute of Islands
- MirrorMoon EP
- Monaco
- Moon Hunters
- Morbid: The Seven Acolytes
- Mortal Kombat 11 Ultimate (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Mortal Kombat XL
- Moto Racer Collection
- Moving Out + Movers in Paradise DLC
- Music Racer
- My Little Universe Soundtrack (DLC)
- My Little Worms
- Mystery of Unicorn Castle: The Beastmaster
- Mythforce (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Mythic Ocean
- Nadir: A Grimdark Deckbuilder
- NARUTO TO BORUTO: SHINOBI STRIKER
- Nash Racing: Pursuit
- Nearly Dead
- Necronator: Dead Wrong
- NecroWorm
- Neon Abyss Deluxe Edition
- Nickelodeon All-Star Brawl
- Nimble Fish
- Nioh 2 – The Complete Edition (wishlist or Paypal only)
- No Place Like Home
- Nobody Saves the World
- Nomad Survival
- Oaken
- Oddworld: Abe's Oddysee
- Oddworld: New 'n' Tasty
- OlliOlli World
- Onde
- One Finger Death Punch 2
- One Hand Clapping
- Onee Chanbara Origin (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Operation Tango
- Orange Cast: Sci-Fi Space Action Game
- Orbital Racer
- Orcs Must Die! 3 Complete Bundle
- OTXO
- Out of Space
- Overcooked
- Owlboy (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Paint the Town Red
- Papo & Yo
- Patch Quest
- PAYDAY 2
- PC Building Simulator
- Pathfinder: Kingmaker - Enhanced Plus Edition (Region Lock: Sub ID)
- Plunger Simulator
- Police Stories
- POSTAL 2
- Primal Carnage: Extinction
- Prodeus
- Push The Box 3D
- Qbik
- QUAKE II
- qubo
- RAD
- Rad Rodgers Radical Edition
- Radio Commander
- Railway Empire
- Recipe For Disaster
- Red Faction: Armageddon
- Red Faction Guerrilla Re-Mars-tered
- Red Solstice 2: Survivors
- Redout: Enhanced Edition + 5 DLCs
- Regency Solitaire
- Regions Of Ruin
- Remnant: From the Ashes - Complete Edition (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Remnants of Naezith
- Repetendium
- Resident Evil 0 HD REMASTER
- Resident Evil 4 (2005)
- Resident Evil 5 Gold Edition
- Resident Evil 6
- Resident Evil Revelations
- Resident Evil Revelations 2 Deluxe Edition
- Retrowave
- Reventure
- RHEM I SE: The Mysterious Land
- Rhythm Sprout: Sick Beats & Bad Sweets
- River City Girls
- River City Ransom: Underground
- Road 96 (Region Lock: Sub ID)
- Röki
- Royal Battleships
- Rustler
- Saints Row (wishlist or Paypal only)
- Salt and Sanctuary
- Sanctum 2
- Sands of Aura
- SATAZIUS
- Satellite Repairman
- Say No! More
- Scarlet Tower
- Scars Above
- Scorn
- School Years
- SEGA Bass Fishing
- Sense - 不祥的预感: A Cyberpunk Ghost Story
- Severed Steel
- Shadows: Awakening
- She Sees Red - Interactive Movie
- Shift Happens
- Shing!
- Shut Up And Dig
- Sid Meier's Ace Patrol
- Sine Mora EX
- Sigma Theory: Global Cold War
- Silent Service
- Sinking Island
- Sir Whoopass™: Immortal Death
- Skeletal Avenger
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2024.05.19 15:21 Woodstovia [Day of Ascension] The beginning of an uprising
For some context, a tech-priest has discovered a Genestealer Cult on a Mechanicus world and has decided to use them for his own ends. He tells them that he will wipe them out unless they perform an uprising during the national "Ascension Day" celebrations, where he will use the chaos they create to seize power for himself.
The Magus of the cult Claress is old and decrepit, she feels that they missed the time they were actually meant to rise up decades ago and the cult has atrophied since then. Worse, after a series of failed raids their best fighters were killed or imprisoned. She knows they have no chance against the crack Mechanicus troops who have pressed the world for generations but facing no other option the Cult begins its preparations and sends messages to the uncorrupted workers unions and factories that have pledged their support if an uprising against the Mechanicus happens (not knowing that they're dealing with a cult).
I like this section as while it falls into the modern 40k novel habit of listing a bunch of codex units and describing how they fight, I think that it does a good job of portraying the awkward beginnings of an uprising, where nobody actually knows what will happen that spirals into the Genestealer Cult suddenly realising that if they work together they might have a chance.
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The Magus of the cult Claress is old and decrepit, she feels that they missed the time they were actually meant to rise up decades ago and the cult has atrophied since then. Worse, after a series of failed raids their best fighters were killed or imprisoned. She knows they have no chance against the crack Mechanicus troops who have pressed the world for generations but facing no other option the Cult begins its preparations and sends messages to the uncorrupted workers unions and factories that have pledged their support if an uprising against the Mechanicus happens (not knowing that they're dealing with a cult).
I like this section as while it falls into the modern 40k novel habit of listing a bunch of codex units and describing how they fight, I think that it does a good job of portraying the awkward beginnings of an uprising, where nobody actually knows what will happen that spirals into the Genestealer Cult suddenly realising that if they work together they might have a chance.
‘This is the end of us,’ she hissed. ‘The priest will use us, and then he will destroy us. Or imprison us in his jars and make us his experiments. All our ways, our traditions, our faith. He will melt it out of us. There will be nothing left but his science.’
‘Child…’ Claress repeated.
‘We should flee,’ Davien almost shouted at her. ‘All of us, each to a different hole. We should abandon this city. We should carry our words and our blood to other places. We’re finished here! I’m sorry, magus, I’m sorry.’ And she was simultaneously weeping and incandescent with rage. At herself, at Triskellian, at Claress. ‘I have ruined us! I’m a traitor. Punish me, magus. Destroy me.’
‘You have listened to the lies of the enemy, it is true,’ Claress said softly. Her hand fell on Davien’s shoulder, a husk of a thing, no weight to it. ‘And you may be punished in time, that is also true. But for now, you are one of us, and you must play your part in what is to come.’
‘But it’s a sham!’ Davien exclaimed. ‘It’s some Taskmaster plan, some infighting between them. It isn’t the time!’ Struck by a sudden hope, she searched the old woman’s face. ‘Is it? Is all this… the Emperor’s plan for us? Can it be?’ And before she could hear any empty comforts, she rushed on. ‘Tell me truly, magus. Please tell me.’
The sad calm on Claress’ face was heartbreaking. ‘I don’t know, child. I wish I could give you all the grand certainties in the world. I wish I could give you the words of fire and faith I’d speak in the chapel, of the Many-Handed Emperor and His angels. But that is what faith is for, Davien.’ She sagged, sinking in on herself a little more. ‘Take me to my chamber. I must rest before tomorrow.’
‘You can’t take to the streets, magus. Not you.’
‘I must. We all shall play our part. We shall triumph together, or we shall fall. I do not want to be left alone if my kin are taken from me.’
Davien led her deeper into the maze of cellars. All around, the Congregation were in a frenzy of preparation. The building was haemorrhaging the faithful as they rushed out to carry the magus’ words across all the poor districts of the city. Out there, all Davien’s distant kin would be arming themselves. And the others, all those who weren’t blood but who had suffered beneath the crushing iron boot of the tech-priests, they’d be gathering too. All of them cast against the iron walls of the Hollow Men.
When she had Claress back to the old woman’s bed, she helped her lie down, hearing joints click and crack. The magus lay there, staring at the low ceiling, then shifted her head to look at the painting of the Emperor on the far wall. It was flaking now, half-obscured with grime. A depiction from the time of the Great-Aunts and Uncles, when the blood of the Emperor was stronger in them, so that none of the Congregation could show their faces for fear of being known for what they were. A figure with four arms: two human hands and two with radiant claws like crescent moons. An elliptical head split by a great benevolent smile that was all teeth. The eyes were beatific, murderous, inhuman. Davien had stared at the image often, feeling out its contradictions, letting them speak to the human and the inhuman within her. It frightened her; it inspired her.
‘I hear them singing to me.’ Claress’ dry voice rose to her. ‘The angels. They throng the cold void. And I sing back. I tell them, We are here. We are faithful. We’re waiting for you. And their great wings carry them across the freezing spaces, through the perilous labyrinth of the warp. They are coming, Davien. They tell me, We hear you. We come for you. Only have faith, and you shall become part of us. The Blessed Union, child. Our destiny.’ She laughed softly, coughed, shuddering with each dry convulsion. ‘They came from the stars, our ancestors. The first on Morod to bear our blood was an angel’s child, and so we are children of angels. But weaker, each generation. I lack the strength of the Aunts, the might of the Great-Aunts. I am too human to be truly strong. But I hear them, Davien. They are so beautiful. There is nothing on this ugly world to compare to them. I need to see them with my own eyes, before I grow too old.’
And Davien, one of the diminished survivors of a younger generation still, thought about how thin her own blood was, how little of the angel remained. ‘Do you think the priests’ Ascension Day will be our ascension too? Or will all our blood just end up on the streets and in that priest’s laboratory?’
Claress’ yellow gaze switched to her. ‘Faith is all that we have, when the machinery of this world comes to crush us. I hear the angels. They come to us, but space is vast and the warp is a trickster. All we can do is believe that the Many-Handed Emperor will not abandon His faithful in their time of need. That He is a true divinity, beyond the enthroned corpse the machine-priests worship. Our god lives, Davien. Our god is life, life in all its many forms and guises. Theirs is dust and ancient mechanisms. We must prevail, or we give the universe over to entropy and death. Only by our truths can life eternal survive and spread throughout the cosmos. Do you understand me, child? Do you have faith?’
And Davien thought, We are going to die tomorrow, on the streets and in their arena. This is not the true uprising we were promised, it is some priest’s gambit. But she couldn’t hold to those thoughts against the old woman’s rustle of a voice. It got under her skin. It spoke to all those services in the buried chapel. It spoke to her blood.
Easy to have faith when you were strong, after all. And what was the value of it, then? But they stood under the steel hammer of the tech-priests, and they would rise up nonetheless. Let Triskellian think it was all to his plan. The Congregation would rise because it was their time. Who said that he was using them? And even though, intellectually, she knew the truth, she still felt that fire in her, that burned away all doubt.
‘I believe, magus,’ she said fiercely. ‘Tell me what I must do.’
The next dawn, even as the tech-priests were attending their early Ascension Day devotions, the streets of the South Chasm districts erupted into armed uprising.
Davien saw it from the rooftops, crossing from building to building by the gantries, bridges and ropes that the skitarii periodically brought down but the locals always strung up again. All night the Congregation’s messengers had been running like sparks through the poorer districts of the city, seeing which claves would catch their fires. All of the true faithful rose up without question, of course. Right now she could only see the more inarguably human of them, those marked only by a pallidity of skin, patches of chitinous scales, unblinking yellow eyes perhaps. No unusual traits on as poisonous a world as this. Behind and within the walls of the tenements, though, the older generations of the god-touched would be stirring; would be eager. They had waited all their long lives, after all. They had hidden away as their younger offspring had busied themselves in the world, unable to show their distorted faces. They had known only the burning fire of their faith, and now that faith told them, Rise!
The streets were thronging with people, just ordinary people. And yet, not ordinary, for in many of those bodies a few drops of divine blood ran. But they were not the superhuman figures of Imperial myth. Not the Adeptus Astartes that had been made into little gods; not the tech-priests, elevated by machinery until they had forgotten what it was like to have two living feet on the ground. People, with nothing but their faith, and what tools and weapons they could scavenge or make themselves. And today they would attempt to wrest control of their destiny from those who had ordered and limited their whole lives.
And they would die, she knew. Heavy-hearted she watched them muster, factorum workers clapping each other on the shoulder, hard greetings called across the crowd. There were banners there, and some were of the Many-Handed Emperor Scattering His Angels Upon the Faithful, but there were others, too. Crude standards celebrating this ward or that factorum, this mining crew, even one for the staff of a workers’ refectory. There was an air of festival, just as if they were celebrating the damned Ascension Day after all.
And then the first skitarii came into sight. Davien knew she should be away by now, off on the errand that Claress had given her, but she couldn’t. She had to see if the whole venture would collapse into tragedy.
A wedge of red-clad cybernetic soldiers ordered itself precisely across the street ahead of the gathering mob. Behind them, a pair of dragoons stalked in, towering over the soldiers’ heads. Their riders couched forked lances snapping with sparks, even as the servitor beneath them, merged with the workings of the machine, directed the Ironstrider’s jerky motions. The crowd stilled, seeing all those carbines levelled at them, knowing more would be on the way.
The skitarii alpha called out, voice amplified until it rattled Davien’s skull like thunder. ‘By the order of the Fabricator General, you are required to disperse. There will be no second warning.’
And Claress stepped forwards from the ranks of the crowd, standing ahead of them, raising her staff. Somehow her high, clear voice carried even to Davien. ‘Faith and freedom! Faith for the true Emperor’s blood! Freedom from the yoke!’
The skitarii opened fire.
Davien screamed when they did it, curled away from the blaze and heat of it, knowing this was surely the end even as the uprising began. But in the echo of the shots she dared look, and saw Claress somehow untouched, standing with bodies to her left and right, the faithful who had put themselves in harm’s way. And not so many bodies, even, not compared to the vast mass of humanity that was packing the street. Angry humanity, crammed with grievances.
Claress’ voice called out again, and now she was sounding the charge. Davien saw members of the Congregation break into a run on either side of her, funnelling through the streets in a great rush, wielding hammers and prybars and power-cutters, emptying their shotguns and automatics into the skitarii wedge. The dragoons were in motion instantly, striding over the heads of their human-sized allies, accelerating into a counter-charge with lances lowered. Davien saw the first connect, its huge iron feet sending insurgents flying even as the lance swept an arc through the crowd, charring and burning. Then an eye-rending beam of light seared into it. One of the mining crews had a rock laser set up on the rooftop across from Davien and they drew lines of molten steel across the dragoon’s chassis before striking something vital.
In an instant the walking machine flashed incandescently and exploded, laying waste to the nearest fighters in a horrible toll of shrapnel and shredded flesh. For everyone left standing, though, that was the signal to rush forwards. Moments later the skitarii were giving ground, shooting and falling back. Or just falling, dragged down by the crowd who saw them as nothing more than the tools of their oppressors.
And then Davien was off, roof to roof, eyes open for when the tech-priests’ more subtle instruments decided the higher reaches were their territory. There would be rangers up here sniping down at the crowd soon enough. There would be the murderous rust-stalkers trying to flank the Congregation to bring down its leaders with their blades and claws. She had to be ahead of all of that. She had work to do, a task entrusted to her by the magus herself.
She shadowed the forerunners of the mob until they exploded out before Nilhetum Square, where the rail depot was. More of the Palatium’s troops were disembarking even as everyone arrived, hurriedly evacuating the train and taking up position to defend it. And if the Congregation wished to reach the Palatium, they needed to control the train line, and they needed to take it swiftly before the tech-priests began destroying their own infrastructure to deny it to the rebels.
There were more than just skitarii out there. She saw the low, trundling shapes of Kataphron servitors grinding down ramps from flatbed carriages, armoured human head, torso and arms set into a mechanised assault vehicle that was also their lower body. Davien felt a flare of rage at the tech-priests and their meddling. They took the divine flesh and carved it and pared it down, merged it with their devices. Nothing could be left alone. Nothing had any value until it was incorporated into their machines. And, on a grander scale, no individual lives had worth unless they were components of the wider priestly engine that spanned the human universe and enslaved everything it touched to their cold metal vision.
The Kataphron were terrors, nigh invulnerable to the weapons the foot-soldiers of the Congregation had brought, but by now the rioters had been given the chance to bring in their own big guns. With a choking roar and a belch of smoke one of the big quarry trucks raced out of a side street, already up to its lumbering top speed. It was a heavily armoured Goliath model, its entire front given over to rock-grinding blades that would chew hungrily on skitarii machine-flesh or the armour of the Kataphron. And, in its wake, a flurry of robed figures bearing a banner showing that familiar many-armed figure. The Aunts and the Uncles had come out from their cellars and holes, from their forgotten wall-spaces where they had waited for generations. Even as the Goliath powered forwards, meeting the lead Kataphron head-on and making a jagged mess of its armour, the elders were leaping around and over it, brandishing knives, pistols, or just their own hooked talons. And there was more. Davien felt a voice in her head, then. A singing so pure and beautiful that she thought it must be the angels, come at last. All the Congregation must have heard it, from the way they redoubled their pace and closed joyously with the skitarii and the machines.
A great figure, head and shoulders over the rank and file, had come into the square – a Great-Aunt, one of the true elders, shrouded in streamers and rags of cloth that could not hide the divinity of her form. She sang, and the Congregation echoed her, voices upraised in prayer and praise. In one of her three hands was a banner, not the crude handmade things the crowd had spent last night creating but something ancient, preserved for this day over generations. It showed not the expected Imperial visage, but an emblem with that same long-jawed head and a trailing cog-backed body; a serpentine shape curled in upon itself, one end a hooked claw, the other hungering jaws ready to devour the tech-priests and all their works.
The skitarii turned their weapons on her, blasting away, but the banner had electrified the Congregation so that they were swarming the lines, clambering over the Kataphron, braving the massed fire of their foes. Davien saw explosives go off, mining charges devastating bodies on both sides. She saw brutal knots of knife-work and bayonets and the bludgeoning butts of carbines, no quarter given.
2024.05.19 15:16 Spare_Shirt260 Too sensitive for this world
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2024.05.19 15:08 Siron00 Trying to speed run, getting a bit faster. Quite proud of this one.
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2024.05.19 15:06 TheMosesVlogsYT Can anyone tell me why Scorpio placements love capes and or fedoras?
This may not be everyone, but my friend at work who’s a scorpio rising has a cape he wears now and then, also I know of a local pedo hunter in my area with his own insta and snap following for his movement who calls himself “The stormer” who’s a scorpio moon, I used to to to cadet camp with a guy who liked wearing fedoras who was a scorpio, etc. some more on the list but the point is, just about every cape lover or fedora lover I’ve met has had scorpio placements, do you think this is a result of mystery, or how would you define this?
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2024.05.19 14:58 AnthonyofBoston POSSIBLE MOSSAD ASSASSINATION ATTEMPT ON THE IRANIAN PRESIDENT!!! A helicopter in a convoy carrying the Iranian President was involved in an accident. We are in the exact middle of the Mars being within 30 degrees of the lunar node phase
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2024.05.19 14:56 Traditional_Scar_247 I just saw Anna’s recent GRWM. I think she truly is over nursing. She needs to quit tbh. Maybe go touch some grass and get a grip of reality. Her entitlement has been over the moon ever since she started dating Trey.
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