Maybe thats a bit dramatic, but what I was planning on doing would certanly have caused real problems.
Back when I was 18 I had an online thing with this guy from my class. We liked eachother, but he was reluctant to talk to me irl, because I wasn't one of the "cool" kids in school. Yes he was a real winner.
We went to the same schools for four years and when we were both single we would chat. It evolved in to sexting and he send me prictures. I sent a few too but not as raunchy. One night we were videochatting and we ended up naked. It turns out that he hit record right when I started undressing. So he had a long video of me undressing, laughing and flirting. He told me about it later and I wasnt exactley pleased, but I told him that as long as we had a thing, he could keep it. But when he or I entered a relationship or we stopped talking, he was to remove it from his spankbank. We also never videochatted or sent pictures again.
Four months later, he's in a relationship and I'm not thinking about the video. Life goes on, were about to graduate (Danish higschool). One day when im arriving in class, a goup of guys are sitting close together and staring with big eyes and shiteating grins, at one of the guys laptop. I stop and stare at them, as the laughs stop when they see me. And I just knew. Time frooze and I felt like earth was collapsing under me. I turned around walked out of class while thay were laughing and whistling, I walked out of school, took the bus home, and didn't return for the rest of the schoolyear (1 month). I confronted him via text and he told me that yes the video got leaked, but it "wasnt his fault. Someone stole it from his phone when he was drunk." I asked him how they would know that it was there, but of course he didn't have an answer. I blamed myself, everybody else was blaming me "if you didnt want him to share it, then why did you tape it?". I didnt dage tell my parents or the school, so I just put my head down and waited for graduation.
Thats about the time I went into my first depression. The guy, who's computer the goup of guys were looking at, really wanted the story of my leaked nude video to be in the yearbook and really fought for it. In the Danish version "blå bog" there is a section called "my biggest blunder" and he thought that it was perfect for that.
In the present im dealing with bipolar, anxiety and ptsd. Last night I had a really bad flashback and when I came to my senses I went straight to facebook to find the wife of my online fling. I wrote a long message with all of the details and, what it did to me. Then I reminded her that she has a little daughter and to think of how she would react if someone did something like that to her girl. But before I could hit send, my husband came in to the room to check on me.
The message is deleted, the feelings have mostly passed.
But I still really badly want to write it up again and send it.

Where the fuck do you even begin when you don't ever open up? Especially on a public sounding board to complete strangers?
Uh, before you read this, just be aware it may not be the most chronological piece of autobiography in existence: I have a bad habit of jumping around. But... by the end of it, I do really hope that you'll be able to understand where I'm coming from, and maybe, just maybe, have some advice to share. I do appreicate whomever takes the time to read it... It will be kinda long.
... Right, so, I've just... always had anger problems. Ever since I was a little kid, I would be happy in one moment and then one tiny little thing would go wrong (from my perspective, anyhow) and I would fly off the handle, screaming and throwing things. I went thorugh elementary, middle, and high school as one of the weird kids; though, to be perfectly honest, this never really bothered me all that much. I am weird, someone that doesn't fit into the fold, and I accepted that. But what it meant was that most of the kids through school either avoided me entirely or just made fun of me (which, this also doesn't bother me all that much. I was so off in my own world at that age that it never registered as something I was being made fun of, and I would often just agree and laugh with them or ignore it entirely because I felt it didn't apply.)
That being said, I've also always had a violent streak when my rage starts to boil over. Take for instance this one time in middle school art class when the only kid that would sit with me (who just so happened to be one of the most annoying kids in our grade) takes one of those wooden rulers with the metal straightedge imbedded into it and wacks the metal off the back of my hand when I'm just absorbed in whatever art project we were working on. I stopped, looked up at him, and said, "Please don't do that again." figuring that it was the end of it. Not even 5 seconds later he wacks the damn thing against the back of my hand again, with this huge shit-eating grin on his face. I say, "Don't do that again." and resume my drawing. It had to be like five minutes that went by at this point, because at first I was expecting him to just wap me again within 10 seconds. When he didn't, I just kinda forgot about it and once again got all hyper focused into whatever I was drawing, but yet again he raps that damn metal straightedge against my hand, the hardest yet. I fucking snapped. Completely fucking silently, I stood up and walked around the desk. He also stands up with that inane shiteating grin wrapped ear to ear, laughing it off as if I hadn't just told him twice to knock it the fuck off. He starts backing up away from me and I can just feel this darkness leaking into my body, my fists clenched and my face screwed up into a grimace. I have no idea how many people stopped to watch at this point. The two of us always sat as close to the door as we could and the other kids quite literally as far away form us as they could, so there was plenty of time as I was walking him backwards for them to stop and watch. I have no idea what he was saying, my ears were just ringing with pure fucking rage. Maybe something to the effect of, "C'mon, man it was just a joke, I won't do it again." But I was not in control of my full faculties. Eventually, we walked all the way to the teachers desk and he stopped walking just before he touched the wall of the classroom. Fists still clenched, brows still furrowed, heart pounding harder than it ever had in my life, I reached my right hand out and wrapped it around his throat, and I actually fuck you not I lifted him straight over my head with one arm (at the time, we were roughly the same height and weight, which was aroound 5'6" and 165 lbs). I stared at him above me for a couple seconds as he faffed about trying to take my hand off his throat, and I considered what I would do. Standing so close to the teacher's desk, I took one look at it and it was sealed in my mind: I slammed the back of the bastard's head into the edge of the teacher's desk. The classroom fell silent. The teacher, usually very well composed shakily told me through tears to go to the principal's office. I took one look down at this dude's limp body and shrugged, and started storming out of the classroom. My heart still pounding, my head still spinning, my body still wanting to fucking tear this faggot ass bastard to fucking pieces, I turned at the door and started screaming bloody goddamn murder at the entire fucking classroom, of which the words are lost to my memory. Definitely something to the effect of how I hated each and every single person in that classroom. Surprisingly, the kid lived. I honest to God sometimes wish he hadn't; the rage is still beating in my heart years later. And we're on good terms now! Years later, I asked him for clarification if I had grabbed him by the throat or the shirt, and he told me it was the shirt; but I so distinctly remembered it being the throat I just dismissed him. After all, if I had him by the shirt, how could I possibly have slammed the back of his head into the desk? Well, years after that when I started working at the local McDonald's, I was telling the story to one of the coworkers and from the other side of the sandwich line one of the girls piped up that she remembered that moment very well, too: That it was by the throat that i had him, and that she had been terrified of me ever since. Understandable, I suppose.
But, middle school doesn't last forever. Life moves on, and you grow older in it (even if you aren't growing up.) Through high school, I honestly thought I had calmed down one hell of a lot, as violent outbursts didn't happen. There may have been once that kids were making fun of me in volleyball for not being able to play it very well (they always put me on the teams with the athletic kids...) so I started to just play like a complete and total dipshit, and was actually playing better than if I had been locked in. They told me to stop playing like a dumbass and I flew off the handle at them like, "Which is it? Play the fucking game or play like a fucking dumbass?" and stormed off to the principal's office because I knew I was in trouble.
At this same McDonald's, there was a time when I was closing, right? The teenagers that were supposed to be closing with us were faffing about on their fuckin phones all night, and usually that's kinda okay because it was slow as fuck towards the end of the night. However, this day there was a significant uptick in orders all of a sudden and there was fucking nobody back in the kitchen with me; they were all just fucking around on their phones in the front of the store. I hollered from the bun toaster, "Yo, where is my kitchen?!" loud enough for every employee in the store to hear me and the manager kinda just goes, "That was uncalled for!!" This made me go fucking insane. Fucking excuse me, bitch? Your fucking employees are fucking around on their phones when we have 8 fucking orders on screen with more people in the drive thru waiting to order? What the flying fuck are your employees doing when I'm the only fucking person working? set your fucking employees right! (Bear in mind, I'm screaming this shit at the top of my lungs now, guarunteed to be heard by just about every car in that drive thru. I am very loud when I get mad.) She's screaming something back at me this entire time that kinda just flies completely under my radar because I'm in the right and I know I am (from my perspective) and she ends up screaming just go the fuck home and don't even clock out. Everyone in the store is staring at this fight unfold and when we fell silent after that, all you could hear was the beep of the fryer letting you know to pull up the fries. Storming through, I pulled them out of the fryer (because no-one else was touching it) and she screamed "DON'T EVEN FUCKING THINK ABOUT IT" so I dropped the burning basket of fries right back in to the fryer and stormed out. The next shift I was scheduled to work, I came in and not one single person said a word about that explosion. Not the GM, not the manager I screamed at, not a single one of the employees working that night. But everyone was in their place where they were supposed to be now, doing their fucking job.
And really, there just have been moments like that my entire life. Usually I'm pretty quiet, hold my words and listen to people before making any sort of direct like... statements on anything. If someone asks me a question, I try my darndest to answer to the best of my ability. But like I say, there are just times when I lose it. I could actually go on about one more rage fit story at that restaurant, but to be perfectly honest, I don't really think I need to at this point. Basically, I got fired from that McD for another rage fit I threw over some slightly bullshit reason and I started flinging shit everywhere in the breakroom. Little did I know, the owner of the store was in the next fucking room having a district meeting. They heard everything. The GM comes down the stairs screaming, "What the hell is going on down here?!" and when she saw that I was too fucking pissed to talk straight she sent me home and told me do not come back until we call. I called about a week later and she said that even though she wanted to keep me because I did a damn good job, the owner said that they can't have a loose cannon in the store. Which is completely understandable.
But now, I'm 23. I've been in a 2 year long relationship with the love of my life, and we have a beautiful son who's already a year old (I know, it went kinda fast lol). We moved state to be closer to her family and because our son will have better opportunities in this state. But I still have problems. She has her own anxieties and traumas. Sometimes, we just disagree on things, and with my insane desire to be right all the time, we butt heads a lot. I've snapped more times than I care to count, more often than not over things that if I just stepped down off my fuckin high horse, would be smoothed over with literally no fuckin problems. But then, I would have to get into the fact that she's just as argumentative as I can be sometimes, and more often than not I'm simply not able to disengage and calm down before I fly off the handle. Sometimes if I try to walk out the door, I'm threatened to be kicked out for good (this is a defense mechanism she uses, and she doesn't really even know why) and I find myself unable to fuckin move or speak lest I burst and she just continues to push. I blow up and start screaming bloody murder at her, just wanting to calm down or be heard or left alone or SOMETHING besides arguing like we do. After we both calm down, we have a heartfelt talk about it and our perspectives and what led to the emotions, and I personally believe that we have become so much better at communication with each other. But even so, there are still times when we just get... Grrrrr with each other. I don't want this nasty shit in my heart any more. It's a deep, dark well of rage and it threatens to burst more and more every day. I find myself getting shorter and shorter fused with people. We've lived in this state for a little over a year now, and when we moved here this fucking place we moved to wouldn't allow you to make more than a certain amount of income amongst the household so I was without a job for a year because we had nowhere else to go if we were kicked out. And I had landed a damn good job at the time I had to quit it. So we moved houses in this town, and I find myself once again working at McD. The other week, a similar situation happened like what with the former one, where someone I was supposed to be working with started doing something completely different when we had orders flooding in. I started getting all in a huff and I turned to my manager, who asked me, "Where's your cabinet person?" and I shrugged and said, "This is the exact kind of bullshit that made me explode at the former McDonald's." So I just kept my head down and kept assembling sandwiches until I couldn't stand it anymore and I screamed the poor kid's name. He comes around the corner like, "What?" with a stupid look on his face and I just shake my head and put down more patties for burgers and more chicken nuggets and more McChicken patties, put in my buns for the sandwiches. He comes over and slowly gets his gloves on, slowly walks over and kinda just grabs a nugget box. He asks, "How many more do I need?" and I just kinda grumpily mumble, "Look at the fucking screen, dumbass." I keep whipping together sandwich after sandwich and this fuckin idiot takes his sweet ass time putting ~60 nuggets together, to the point where I finsih my sandwiches and push him out of th way and quickly finish up the nugget boxes. He says, "Okay, man, jeez, just calm down." I take one fucking look at him, and say, "I swear to fucking God, do not fucking start with me. Get the fuck out of my face, and fucking leave." He turns to manager and asks if he can go home, to which she just sort of weakly nods. The night finsihed relatively fine after that.
And just this last Thursday, my girlfriend takes a trip to McDon for the lil' man a happy meal. She texts me out of nowhere and says that one of my coworkers told her that I was flirting with one of the other employees. I never have flirted with these dumb bitches, I do not want to, I do not like them; I HAVE an AMAZING girlfriend that supports me more than anyone every has and who daily tells me to improve myself and who daily seeks to help me with my anger problems. These other fish can go take a fucking hike to Hell and back for all I care. So instantly, I get this image in mind of a particular person who might do something like that and I almost fucking lost it. My girlfriend still hasn't told me, because I've had some fantasies about seriously fucking this kid up for trying to break us apart. AND I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO IT WAS! I've just been thinking on confronting and being all like, "Don't you ever, EVER talk to my family again. If you so much as take her fucking order I will fucking murder you." But because I don't know who it is, I just... haven't said a word to anyone except my lady about it. (.... and now, everyone that reads this far into a TL;DR.)
And I just... don't know what the hell to do about it. I walk everywhere I go, so with the move to this state and the move of houses, trying to find the time to get over to the therapy place I'm looking at that not only accepts my insurance but also has great reviews, especially for anger management and the like, has been difficult: They require an in-person, walk-in visit before you can even start regular appoinments with them. And even though my girlfriend does the most she can to help me, there are times when enough is enough, even for her. I don't want to lose my family. I don't want to hurt them if I fly off the handle for some stupid batshit insane reason. I don't want to alienate them; I want them to know I love them. It's not like they don't know, it's just that I can be scary sometimes. And I hate it. Even so, that being said, we have been taking steps as a couple to mitigate our misunderstandings of each other, and to more quickly discuss what it is that went wrong and how to better handle it the next time something similar comes up. It's been a slow process to get to this point, and I don't know if that's normal. Sometimes she acts like I should already be a hell of a lot better... but then, I'll explain my side of the story and the insecurities I was feeling that led me to burst out, and she's a little more understanding. Though it's always the case that I need to dial my reaction back from 11 to about like 1.
.... This is definitely rambly. If.. you can make any sense of this, as jumpy as it is, thank you for understanding, sincerely from the absolute bottom of my soul. Please, i just... want to be a better person.

I haven’t been getting the cash back from the offers you claim for food and gas. When I called support some shiteater told me “well yaaa sarrr the offers were already expired” at first then he told me well no the merchant isn’t participating even though I’ve gotten gas and food from multiple places before then he hung up on me when I pointed that out. I have received cash back from these offers before but since April 20 th I haven’t received any, it’s about 20 dollars they robbed me of.

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Balinski sat in his blue Atoya Trooper with an arm resting on the sill of the driver-side door’s open window. He rested his head back against the faux cow leather seat and tried to close his eyes briefly against the glare of the neon lights outside. His impromptu attempt to nap was once more interrupted by the creature occupying the passenger seat next to him in the extended cabin of the armoured truck.
He grunted as something furry butted into his side, the barely healed bruising tingling as he put out a hand to stop further assault. “What do you want, Caesar?” He asked the large cyberhound next to him.
Caesar just snuffled and then shook her head before giving him a small whine and a pointed look. He smirked, she couldn't possibly still be hungry. She had just polished off an entire zebberloaf sandwich and had even managed to eat the other half of his. With his limited biological mass he didn't need to eat very much anymore to maintain himself. His cybernetics operated off of internalized promethium powercells and required only limited maintenance as long as he was careful not to get shot too much.
He chuckled at that, the other week had been a brutal array of close fighting. His legs and arms had taken a beating requiring him to actually visit his military contact to get them repaired. Dr. Magoy had been happy to see him it had seemed, if not necessarily happy about the state he had allowed himself to fall into. But after a tense few limbless hours he had been put back together, ‘better than new’ he had been assured.
Caesar butted him again and he looked over toward her, “What?!” he demanded before realising that she was desperate. “Oh, I told you not to drink so much water before we left this morning. Okay, but don't be too conspicuous. I’m pretty sure you aren't supposed to just piss wherever you like.”
He opened the door and grunted as she rushed over his lap and out onto the sidewalk, luckily it was rather early in the morning so there were few passers-by to gawk at the thirty-six kilogram cybernetically enhanced husky as she bolted for the nearest convenient shadow. With her neural implants she at least had the good conscience to be embarrassed about relieving herself in front of others. Something that he constantly found amusing.
He checked his wrist assistant, the small electronic device beeping angrily at him as the fifteen minute timer rang incessantly. He turned it off and looked around again, he didn’t see Daryon anywhere. The large vinarfelien police woman was supposed to meet him here at seven-thirty sharp. So where in the name of Lady Luck was the large insectoid female?
He heard a series of happy barks coming from around the nearby building and smiled. Caesar was wary of strangers and wouldn't bark like that at somebody unless she knew them. He rolled up the armoured glazmite window and stepped out of the vehicle, closing it behind him with a thud.
As he walked towards the corner he saw Caesar bound around it, prancing before a two-meter tall alien that looked as if somebody had taken a child's nightmare about a centipede and scaled them up into a six-meter long three-hundred kilogram version with ten arms and a multitude of short stabbing legs that ran along the sides of her chiton armoured body.
He smiled as she gave him a two armed wave. Waving back politely he walked towards her and called out, “What are you doing, don’t you know that Caesar is an on duty officer of the law? I can’t have her getting pets and distractions from every random passerby.”
Daryon’s antenna rose in a customary greeting as she put out two hands palms up which he promptly slapped. She folded five of her lower arms while still giving the happily grumbling pup a good head scrub with the sixth. Two of her upper arms she used to gesticulate while she answered him, “Well of coursse. But an officer ass good asss thiss deservess to be praissed by her comradesss whenever the opportunity arisess, wouldn't you agree?”
He didn't have a counterpoint and so he just shrugged before leaning against the faded facade of the building next to him. “Well, thanks for coming to help. I don’t know these streets as well as I would like. I grew up on the edge of the flyway and so didn't get to see the old city much.” He looked around, the old city was indeed old.
Cheenha had been founded as one of the original cities on Jureillo a little over three hundred years ago. Most of the old city was at least one hundred and fifty years old with some of the structures being far older. The materials and techniques haven't changed much over the centuries though and so it could sometimes be difficult to tell a historical building from a new novelty one that was simply made to mimic the age of those around it.
Such mimicry was pretty commonplace amongst the buildings in both the old and the new city. It was seen as bad practice to try and modernise the old style buildings. While there were indeed kilometer tall shining steel skyscrapers in the new city, the old city consisted mostly of blocky high-rises and triple stacked city-plates. Large sections of the city that were layered on top of each other in such a way that the underlying levels were completely blocked off from the sky.
In fact, if it were not for the profusion of flashing neon advertisements in the windows of the shops nearby and the flickering overhead lighting it would have been pitch black where they were. He took a few steps towards his truck and then stopped as he heard a noose from behind him.
Turning curiously he saw Daryon with two of her arms raised, she lowered them as he looked. The insectoid woman’s antennae rose slightly as she gestured towards his blue Atoya, “What? Are we taking that?”
Balinski nodded. “Well, yeah. Unless you would rather walk everywhere.”
She seemed to hesitate. “I don’t. Will I even fit in there?”
Balinski had to laugh at her candid nervousness. “Yes, you will fit just fine. I am sure of it, now come on. We have a lot of ground to cover as you said over the E-Link last night.” He tapped his wrist assistant, the small personal computing device that nearly every sapient member of the Union used on a daily basis. It could do a multitude of simple tasks and had the ability to download and use special applications to improve its performance and usefulness.
She looked at the device attached to her own wrist and then back at him. Her lightning patterned carapace seemed to sway slightly as she finally gave a stiff nod of her head, well more of a bob really.
“Okay, but don’t ssay I didn’t have any doubtss if it doessn't work.” the vinarfelien chittered in her slightly hissing accent.
He walked over to the heavy truck, the empty bed and heavy industrial looking profile intimately familiar to him. He had always wanted a Trooper as a child, but his mother had told him that he would likely never get to afford one as they were generally only sold under either government or police contracts. They were armoured and had reinforced secondaries, as well as being able to run off both conventional powercells and raw hydrocarbons like gasoline or diesel.
He opened the door and Caesar immediately launched herself into the passenger seat, right as Daryon opened the other door. Caesar gave a small whine and looked at him. “Well, you can sit in the back or in the middle. Pick one.”
He frowned as the stubborn pup crouched low in her favorite spot, a low growl emanating from her declaring her opposition to this seeming atrocity. Balinski just put up his hands and looked towards the distant plasteel reinforced duracrete ceiling and mimed saying a prayer for luck.
He smiled a little as Daryon chuckled, the breathy hissing sound was only a tiny bit unsettling. But his previous experience with vinarfel made it a familiar one. He watched as she seemed to hesitate again.
Finally he blurted, “Oh for the sake of pete, move your fuzzy ass out of the way Caesar!”
Not the most diplomatic approach, but it had the desired effect. Caesar hopped up in alarm at his shout and slunk over to the middle of the bench seat. Balinsky shook his head as the pouting drama queen settled herself down as if the entire world had been taken from her.
Daryon nodded in thanks once more before trying several times to crawl into the seat without tangling herself. He pointed to a small pull-string near the bottom middle of the bench and stated, “If you pull on that the back drops out of the lower portion. For people with tails, or extra long bodies.” He chuckled as the woman’s antennae shrank against her back and she placed two of her hands over her unblinking compound eyes in an obviously embarrassed gesture.
She shook her head jerkilly before pulling it as he had instructed. With a soft thump the lower portion of her seat dropped backwards making an arched hole just big enough for her. She shook her head as she looked at it though, “I don’t think thiss was made with vinarfeliensss in mind. If I try and contort myself in there, how am I going to ssit in the ssseat?”
His smile dropped and he cocked his head as he looked from her to the conspicuous opening and back again. He scratched the side of his head as he removed his hat. “Huh, how ‘bout that. I suppose you could just.. er.. put yourself down in the footing area and then use what part of the seat feels most comfortable?”
It was a damn strange sight to see the six-meter long woman crawl into the truck, her many short chitinous legs allowed her supreme control of her lower two thirds as she coiled most of herself in the footing area of the passenger compartment. Her upper third, or the part of her body that would be considered her torso, was sitting at an angle on the bench seat. Her flexibly, almost snake-like body was pressed back into the seat that she gripped with two of her more sturdy lower arms.
As she settled herself more comfortably in the position she cocked her head towards him slightly and her faceplates opened slightly, revealing the fleshy pink slit of her jawless mouth. “Well, thiss isss a bit lesss awkward than I wass afraid it would be. Almosst like sssitting on my ressting couch back home, if it wass a bit too wide and ssshort at the ssame time.” Her hissing laughter filled the cabin again and she gave Caesar a hearty scrub on the top of her furry head, the action buying her back some of the goodwill she had lost for taking the haughty pup’s favorite seat by the window.
Balinski raised his remaining eyebrow. “Yeah, I guess so. I think that you might want to try and put on the seat belts though. If we were to get into an accident you would get tossed around pretty bad without them.” She reached over and clicked the restraints over her body without too much trouble. They were designed to work across different species and she had simply selected the largest available option, the atraxses configuration.
While she wasn't as bulky as one of the large shaggy white furred aliens, her body was still large enough to warrant the extra reach. Balinski himself used the setting as well as he was a large man, even before his cybernetics were taken into account.
He settled in and buckled in, pressing his thumb to the ignition scanner. The machine read his biometrics and bellowed to life. Daryon twitched and then looked at him curiously, “What? Are you ussing a hydrocarbon thermocycler?”
Balinski gave her a wide smile and a nod that caused her antennae to flutter slightly. “Yep, don’t worry. I pay my emission taxes for it. Something about the feel of the pistons firing, that base rumble of the machinery working tirelessly. Well, it inspires me. Sure the promethium power cell is much more efficient, but it lacks that certain feel. Do you know what I mean?” He looked over at her, her slightly reflective blue compound eyes seemed locked with his own.
Due to the pseudo-pupils that her eyes had it gave the impression that she was always staring directly at the viewer. But he knew she could be looking almost anywhere in her two-hundred-and-seventy degree field of view. Despite the fact, he did really get the impression that she was looking straight at him.
She shrugged several of her arms after another moment of silence. “I feel sssome vibrationss. I am not ssure how thiss adds anything to the experience except for that additional ssensssation.” She didn’t seem to get it. He sighed internally. Not to worry, he would show her what he meant eventually.
She seemed to turn his way slightly more, her face plates opening slightly as she hesitated. “It’s good to see you again, I have not seen you since the memorial.”
Balinski just nodded. It was good to see the large insectoid woman, she was one of the only officers that he had occasion to interact with directly. The city had so many districts that most of the officers in precinct two rotated in and out before he ever got to meet them.
He gave her a sideways glance and a neutral smile. He always seemed to get the feeling that she was prodding at him a little. “Yeah, a long day that was indeed. Alright, well then to business. What is our first stop, some alley behind a casino if I remember right?”
Daryon shook a hand and gestured towards her assistant as she tapped away on the small touch screen for a few seconds. She soon had a readout pulled up on it that he glanced over as she extended her arm. “No, we are not heading to an alley, there iss a dive bar behind Yowul’s Palace of Golden Delight called the Sslimehut by the localsss. I have an informant that ssaid they would meet uss there for a few drinksss.” She seemed a little annoyed by his lack of intimate knowledge on the subject.
To be fair, he had read over the entire proposal. Right before he fell asleep last night. He would have admitted as much except he was afraid he might hurt the poor young woman’s feelings or something, she did seem rather sensitive when it came to data collection and information gathering.
He checked behind him and pulled out into the street, traffic was light due to the time of day. He navigated the heavy vehicle with practiced ease, the sensation of rolling along the roadway in it calming him. He placed his arm on the sill of the door’s open window as he had before. The cool air flowing through and ruffling his short cropped hair in a pleasant way.
He felt eyes on him and glanced over at Daryon, she seemed to be looking at him. Her antennae lowered instantly when he glanced her way and he chuckled, “What is it? You have ridden in those APCs dozens if not hundreds of times right?”
Daryon gave Caesar a nervous pat and spoke quickly, as if afraid she would lose her courage to speak if she didn't get the words out right away. “It’ss just, I have never ridden in one of thesse.. personal vehiclesss before.” He was a bit taken aback by that.
She still seemed nervous, she was sitting there in her simple grey overcoat and blue pocket covered jacket twiddling the fingers on her uppermost arms. He gestured to the window and she looked at it. “You can roll the window down if you want.” She hesitated and he reassured her, “Go for it, c’mon. Roll it down, put a few arms out the window like this, you might like it.”
Balinski smiled as he stuck his arm straight out the window. An oncoming car honked at him as he did so, he couldn't tell if they were angry or maybe they thought he was waving hello. It didn’t matter, he looked over at Daryon and the large insectoid woman tensed again.
“But, what if ssomething happenss and the window needss to be up?” She seemed to be fishing for any reason not to try it.
He just gave her his most tired sounding sigh, purposefully over exaggerating it as if he was thoroughly done. Her faceplates parted slightly, almost like a man pursing his lips in thought. Finally she relented and rolled down the window before emulating him with two of her upper arms. Almost immediately he saw her antennae perk up in what he assumed was mild delight.
She stuck another of her arms straight out and then slowly started to move it up and down, surfing the airflow with her palm. He took the opportunity to ask her, “You haven't ever ridden in a car before. Not one that wasn't police owned, that is. How in the heck do you get around town. Don't tell me you walk everywhere, there is no way you would be able to make that work. No matter how fast you can run.”
Daryon remained silent for a few moments, her antennae twitching as she rubbed a few of her hands together. “I usssually just take a buss or a cabbie when I need to get ssomewhere.”
The admission seemed to make sense. Balinski shook his head slightly. “I just understand why, the sense of freedom you gain from being able to go where you want, when you want. You don’t get that with public transport. Trust me, this is much better.”
Caesar gave a small encouraging woof as if to accentuate his point. Daryon continued to hold an arm out the window as her mouthplates worked silently. After a short time they got stopped at a traffic light and she finally relented. “I don’t know, it just sseemsss like an awful lot of additional effort. You need to buy the vehicle, then you have to pay for inssurance and taxes and maintenance.” She threw up a few arms in an exasperated manner. “It all jusst feelsss sso extra. I guesss I just appreciate the simpler thingss.” She added a but sullenly.
Balinski felt a bit bad now, he hadn’t been trying to tell her she was wrong. He had simply been curious as to the reason she hadn’t considered it. He tapped his hands idly on the wheel as they sat there in the growing silence.
After what felt far longer than the thirty seconds it actually was, he reached out and turned on the radio. The truck was tuned into several wide-band civilian radio frequencies. Many of them offered music and talk shows to pass the time, it was one of the former hats he turned into now.
As the cool sounds of synthwave reverberated around the cabin he could feel the tension that had grown slowly ebb. He glanced at her and smiled, “What about now? You can't tell me this isn't better than some cruddy ‘ol transport bus or musty cabbie?”
She bobbed her head slightly as she leaned her torso back into the padded seat more. “I will admit that it hass a certain appeal to it. I jusst ssstill don’t understand all the extra stepss, maybe it isss a human thing.” She added with what he thought sounded like a bit of a shiteating grin.
Her smug tone wasn’t lost on him as they turned another few corners. He shrugged and gave her a pointed look briefly, “Yeah maybe. Or maybe it is just the fact that I grew up with a sense of urgency.”
Her opportunity to respond was cut short as he slowed and gestured out the front of the cab. “Is that the place?”
Daryon seemed to peer out the window intently, though with her compound eyes it was pretty much impossible to tell where the insectoid female was actually looking. In front of them was the turnoff to a larger boulevard, one that was lined with tall and opulent looking structures. One in particular stood out from the rest for its over-the-top grandeur and gilded buttresses.
The huge gold and chrome structure was covered in flowing holographic displays and enough neon lighting to be seen from orbit, that is if they had not been under a particularly large city plate that blocked them off from the sky entirely. The effect was to generate an almost otherworldly atmosphere of scintillating colors. The phantasmagoria of the display heightening his perception at the same time it confused his already addled senses.
He had to shake his head and adjust his cybernetic eye’s spectrum in order to focus on what he was doing. He couldn't imagine the profusion of swirling and terrible marriage of images that Daryon must be being subjected to, what with her unblinking compound eyes and two-hundred-and-seventy degrees of vision.
Before he even had the chance to ask her, she responded to his previously muttered inquiry. “Yess, that'sss Yowul’ss Palace of Golden Delight alright. It's kind of imposssible to missss.” She chuckled hissingly. “We need to go around the block to the oppossite sside. The Ssslimehut will be on the far side of the next alley, but it doessn't connect to thiss ssside.”
He gave her a nod and glanced at Caesar, she seemed transfixed by the wildly gleaming lights. Not to worry, she would snap out of her trance when they got out of the damnable lights. He started to take the next turn when Daryon suddenly reached out and gripped his shoulder with two of her lower arms.
He twitched in surprise before looking her way, the way her antennae were raised suggested an alarmed state. “What!? What is it?!” He looked around frantically, trying to see what had set the large woman on edge.
Her faceplates clacked as she vocalised quickly, “We need to get out and approach on foot!”
He cocked his head. “Why?” Her comment seemed at once born of some manner of twisted logic and yet totally incomprehensible.
She quivered slightly. “Think about it. We roll up in an armoured Atoya truck and then sstart assking questionsss? That would sscream bluecoat to thesse people faster than waving a badge. We need to take thiss a little more dissscreetly.” Her words took a moment to penetrate the fuge his mind was still floundering in after the migraine inducing display from the garish casino.
It made sense given the context. She was right of course, if he were to simply roll up and try knocking heads together he was going to get them both killed. Or worse. No, he needed to take things a little slower.
He slowed and looked around. There are a number of parking garages around due to the nearby casinos and so he chose one at random. They pulled up the small automated toll booth and he paid with a single 25c osmir. That oughta cover them for at least two hours. The gate thanked them with a robotic sounding greeting and he proceeded to the third floor. Not for any particular reason, but he had always liked the number and considered it good fortune.
He watched as Daryon uncoiled her long body from the truck, her slightly textured underbelly looked much softer than her back. Devoid of the thick carapace of chiton plates that covered the top of her long body. It might have been impolite to take a peek, but a part of him was curious. As she moved his eyes were drawn to a series of dull bumps or ridges along her lower third that terminated near the last quarter of her long tail-like body. He knew enough about vinarfelien biology to know they were her broodspines, they were evolved to allow for females of her race to carry their newborn larvae upon their bellies.
He saw the flash of something else a little lower down from the termination of her broodspines and averted his eyes quickly, a touch embarrassed. The vinarfel did not wear clothing on their lower bodies as they were generally kept so close to the ground as to be hidden. And so one could say that Daryon was indeed half naked. If she noticed his ungentlemanly curiosity she didn’t seem to care overmuch and so he cleared his throat and motioned for Caesar to stay in the truck.
Daryon cocked her blue-eyed head as he did so, “You don’t want her to come with uss?”
Caesar whined loudly followed by a small bark. She seemed to be in agreement with the colorful alien woman. He kept his window rolled down as he knew she would follow his instructions. “It’s not that, it isn’t Caesar!” He protested as the cyberhound growled at him, her canine features showing her to be unimpressed. “Think about it, if we take you into the establishment it is going to bring a lot of unwanted attention. Cybernetically enhanced animals are not legal for the average person to own and so it would immediately mark me out as either a criminal or a lawman.” He watched as Caesar tried to understand the complex logical jumps he was making.
She shook her triangular head after a moment. She tilted her head as an indication to him that she was not getting it and so he sighed. He put out his hands and spoke as concisely as he could, “If we take you inside the bad guys will know we are good guys. You need to wait for us here, I will of course call you for backup if anything happens. I promise.” She seemed to accept this new slightly simpler explanation.
While her neural implants made her vastly more intelligent than a dumb animal, they didn't quite make her on the same level as a full adult human. She had the conscious understanding roughly on par with that of a young child. Capable of understanding speech, but not really able to pick up on complex or multi-leveled reasoning.
He nodded towards Daryon, “Alright. Caesar will stay back, I can call her in remotely if we need her, and she is pretty damn fast too, so it wouldn't take long for her to get there.” Daryon patted her overcoat and then swore.
“Oh crap, I think I dropped my traumawand ssomewhere.” She moved back towards the truck and partially climbed through the passenger side window. She rummaged around before exiting and holding aloft something triumphantly.
The item was a short telescoping baton-like instrument with a wide, heavy handle with several dials and readouts visible on its gunmetal grey exterior. He grunted, “What, no gun?”
She shrugged her upper three pairs of arms as she pocketed the non-lethal weapon and readjusted her overcoat. “Sseeing asss how I am technically off-duty at the moment I have no legal causse to carry a lethal weapon.”
He gave her a flat stare. “Bullshit.”
She maintained her stare, only the twitch of her antennae gave away the fact she was anything more than a statue. After a minute of this she finally threw up an arm and opened her overcoat all the way to him. “Fine, I relent. Of coursse I’m armed to the neck joint, you really thought even for a millisssecond that I was going to sstep downtown without enough firepower to level a pack of grinskalss?” She chuckled again and he found himself smiling.
He pulled back his overcoat revealing his own trusty sidearm, the bulky form of his ThunderEagle revolver stuck out slightly from the shoulder holster he was wearing over his body armour. Luckily he was bulky enough to hide both the armour and the weapon at a glance when he had his dark trench coat closed.
He gave her a bright smile, the look pulling at the scars that marred his face as he replied, “Oh not at all. But I was a little surprised to see you holding a non-lethal weapon at all. As I recall, every single bad guy that has crossed your path has wound up cooling in the precinct meatlocker.” She ducked her head, the long almost delicate looking antenna that sprouted from her head went flat against her back.
She seemed to stutter slightly, her hissing accent becoming markedly more pronounced in her flustered state. “s-It’ss-s not as-ss if i s-wass wanting to kill ss-them all!”
He waved a hand. “No, but you have to admit that every single one of the bastards deserved it. You made the right call in my opinion, Daryon. I am not trying to convince you otherwise.” He took a step towards the mildly upset insectoid and placed a supporting hand on her jacketed shoulder.
She cocked her head in order to see the contact before he pulled away and gestured towards the distant staircase that would eventually lead them down to the ground floor and hopefully one step closer to a lead for what was happening. There were gangs working with gangs that had always been bitter enemies, lines of drug filled trucks shipping their toxic cargos all across this world. It was a foul, he shouldn't have been so shocked by the complexity of the situation. But he was.
Continued In E3:P2
==End of Transmission==

The Context:

A news story about a Spanish politician being forced to resign over leaked photos and videos of him eating shit is posted to /nottheonion.
Users decide to debate the propriety of kink shaming, the ideology of leftists, and the state of Reddit.

The Drama:

A user urges privacy:

Consenting adults in private should remain private

Then why did they film it?

I mean, filming sex acts can be a lot of fun. Sending them to other horny people (if you're in a relationship, etc) can be a lot of fun. I think the biggest fuck up is probably showing your face if you want privacy and you're disseminating it in a remotely public fashion., though.
My personal argument is that it isn't anyone's business or relevant to his job, so I don't really care. I've known all kinds of people with weird kinks who were rational people and functioning members of society. Sometimes they pay me money to write erotic short stories.

Philosophy is brain rot. You guys are using intellect to fight against reality.

I'm just thinking critically, and looking at this issue with reasoning that goes beyond my immediate reaction. Something isn't bad because I personally think it's gross, it's just... Well, fuckin gross.
Imagine if sex between a man and a woman were something that society saw as wrong and disgusting. Would that actually make it immoral or unhealthy? How is this situation different?
Edit: I mean, you can even argue that it's dangerous and unhealthy. Women can get vaginally infections. Both sexes can get STIs. If a woman gets pregnant, she can even (and fairly easily) die as a result of pregnancy.
Sex is normal, and this guy isn't performing typical sexual behavior. But normality and abnormality don't define health, safety or morality.

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You are very dogmatic. You feel some kind of duty. You submit to a dogmatic philosophy. You reject reality and pragmatism.

You have yet to say anything to actually defend your perspective of "reality and pragmatism".
Since when is "it's fine if someone does whatever they want as long as it isn't hurting anyone" an unpragmatic stance?

I dont really have a philosophical perspective.
Humans dont eat poop.
Your philosophical dogmatism forces you to overthink the issue.

Right. Actual logic and critical thinking is dogmatic, but simply stating beliefs as if they are facts... Is not?
I can be reasoned out of my views. Can you?

Humans dont eat poop.
I dont have a "perspective" that i could explain to you.

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Whether you're right or not, you're clearly the one being dogmatic

Dogmatic thinking is a complicated system of mandatory beliefs that have to be honored even when they do nothing to explain reality.
I am simply explaining observed reality to you, and this seems to be scary to you.

Tin pot brand new account. Treat with caution.

You will continue to get confused by your complex set of mandatory beliefs that interact very poorly with observed reality, and you will continue to not feel responsible for the confusion.

Sweetheart I literally taught you that. Gtfo here.

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Sweetheart I literally taught you that. Gtfo here.

Another sees no problem:

Hot take, but I do think we shouldn't hold people against their leaked sex photos and videos, barring some exceptions.

This would be one of those exceptions

If it was between consenting adults, I don't really see the problem.

You don't? An elected official dumb and depraved enough to eat shit on camera?
This website is the gutter of society

How do you say this while being active in a sub called sinkpissers?? Where is the self awareness?
Anyway, if a politician had a great policies and was a better public leader than the opposition then I would probably look past anything depraved they do in private if it doesn’t harm others.

I don’t want a poop eater making decisions for the rest of us, if I’m being honest.

I don’t want a poop eater making decisions for the rest of us, if I’m being honest.

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Why? Is he any more out of touch than ultra rich warmongers who get off on sending other people to their deaths? Because that's the majority of who we have in charge, at least in the US. Frankly this seems pretty harmless.

Your brain is seriously malfunctioning if you eat shit. Whataboutism is not gonna change that. How about we find a person who is not a warmonger or a shiteater?

Yeah people are taking this “don’t kink shame” thing too far. If he did some absolutely insane shit and then this came out afterwards, people would be saying “oh wow if only we’d known he was off his fucking rocker”. This isn’t normal kink shit. Mentally stable people do not eat shit.

[…]

He was in charge of the local Youth, Children and Family department. There is a difference between fetish shaming a random citizen and holding a public official whose salary is paid for by taxes to family-friendly behavioural standards.

Eating poop is a perfectly family-friendly, albeit kinky fetish.
Unless he is performing those acts with children, or sharing them, it doesn't matter. What someone does, consensually, in their private life is exactly that, private.

Reddit leftists genuinely see no problem with this and wonder why people are moving away from these degenerates. Just handing ammo over to conservatives.
Of course this is reddit whereas in the real world very few people would defend this. On reddit though you'll get a swarm of losers with little anime girl profiles to stand up for it.

Meanwhile reddit neoliberals can't even go five minutes without blaming something they don't like on leftists

The politician is a leftist
Leftists more than anyone are all for accepting anything and everything and against any kind of kink shaming
I'm pretty sure neolibs are the ones defending this. As a leftist, I don't want to be associated with doodoo-eating.

Another decries “dysfuntionals”:

Hot take, we shouldn't let dysfunctionals run our society. And if you can't see the inherent mental dysfunction in this guy, I don't know what's to say.

Hot take anyone who uses the word "dysfunctionals" is far too close to eugenics to be allowed to have a say in society.

Hot take, anyone who is ofended by words should go cry in a corner.

Says the guy offended by someone's consensual private sex life. Go knock yourself out with your bible.

Wow, I've never seen someone hell bent on promoting and enabling disease ridden and unhygenic habits....

Live and let live?

If the dude wants to eat poop, let him. Why would I care?

There is no way you can convince me that someone that eats shit for fun isn’t severely mentally ill. He can do what he wants, but there is no way I would want someone like that making rules for society.

You know, mental illnesses tend to be diagnosed by professionals who analyze specific criteria. Like, it's a whole field of medicine.
I think we would be wise to take a bit of caution before cementing our opinions on some guy we've never heard of until a sensational headline on the internet. It does a disservice to actual people living with and caring for mental illnesses.

Bro, stop it. It doesn’t take a genius or medical professional to figure out that someone who eats shit isn’t alright in the head. Some things are common sense.

I hate to break it to you but it actually does require a medical professional to diagnose medical disorders. That's like, why they exist, bro. It's not my fault you think you're too smart to listen to professionals. "People who dedicate their lives to a specific type of knowledge tend to know more than a random on the internet" seems like common sense to me.

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Lol ok you can live in that world, and I'll live in the world where eating shit makes you mentally ill.

[…]

Only on Reddit will you see so many people defending the mental health status of a person that eats poop.
Go tell your therapist you eat shit right now and see if they don't diagnose you with something.

Others sound exasperated:

I don't know why you'd care. I'm still fine looking down on it, and with others looking down on it, it's obviously a sign that something is not right.

You really making me defend a poop eater today

with others looking down on it, it's obviously a sign that something is not right.

Really sit down and think about how yikes that way of thinking is.

Lol, sit down and think how yikes (what?) is that you think eating poop is a sign of a healthy person.

Tbf people say the same about gay people or people into BDSM. I think the guy's a freak, but I don't think he should lose his job for it. Ain't nothing illegal and he isn't endangering anyone else, so let him be a freak.
The entire context of this thread is that he lost his job over leaked sexual acts.
I don't care if he's 100% healthy, he consented and was fine with it. It seems like everyone involved concented, unless he was purposely using his position to force the public to view his sex acts who cares. Let the man eat poop in privacy if that's what he really wants.
If he wants to see a therapist for it even cooler. Mans gotta work, poop ain't cheap!
Edit: now I'm wondering, do people who eat poop prefer expensive meals/high quality food. Can you tell if my poo was waygu?

I didn't say he should be punished for having a shitty taste in sexual acts (he he).

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You didn't say "punish him," but you did say "look down on him" and "it's good that he resigned over this."
... You do realize those are punishments, right?

The state of the site is questioned:

I can't believe I'm reading defenses of eating poop. This can be a weird place sometimes.

Reddit in the nutshell. Full of pseudo-philosophers who want to seem smart and edgy. MFs are literally fine with someone eating human shit. Idk anymore with this app :(

Legit.
Imagine a dysfunctional, shit eating human representing us...
Reddit hand-wringing is so lame. Can't they even have the balls to TYPE out condemnation? Even anonymously? Looks like they don't.

Look at Mr fucking brave over here. Must be tough to speak out against the crowd!
Bruh you're all over the thread defending a mentally ill shit eater 😂🤮

Biology is debated:

Humans dont eat poop. That is basic biology. We are not rabbits.

Basic biology hasn't stopped us from things like flying though.

What part of your biological body do you use for flying?

I use my feet to walk onto a plane that other people used their brains and hands to build.

Classic biped, gotta love it

The Flairs:

• “Can you tell if my poo was waygu?”
  
• “Look at Mr fucking brave over here.”
  
• “you are either dumb or you are a shit eater”
  

First off, I’m Dark Urge. I’m evil to the bone. Now I shall do my best to remember all my crazy adventures I’ve had in act three so far. I went into rivington, met the boy and his cat, chased them away, told some thugs it’s not my problem and they evicted some bums out a guys house. Met the strange blob Oxe and he killed himself. Exploded some teddy bears. Met a guard and I smacked him and he turned into a freaky white girl named Orin. Went to the circus. Got my face painted. A genie tried to cheat me so I cheated genie. Jurassic park time. Got my awesome trident for my devil urge. Me and minthy got our live fortunes told by a dryad who turned out to be the freaky lady again. Fed a raptor and he became friendly. Dodged a hellhound from a fake clown. Killed clown. Got tasked to find body parts. Did that. Explored. Found a bald blacksmith who was mean. Sorted him out. Was freaky white lady again. Found the Harper’s, smelled an ambush. Jaheira said same thing. Killed everyone. Got tasked to investigate murders in church. Red dwarf. Drove me nuts. Asshole detective. Murders everywhere. Getting ahead of myself, found journalist. She was annoying so I smacked her. Was freaky lady again. We will call her Orin. Down by the beach I found some gang fighting thugs. Something about a stoned lord? Befriended the green ones. Snuck in to city. Did Balders mouth. Did cemetery. Did finally Find dwarf at wine festival. Saved some old bag. Stole all her shit. Met sarevok. Told him He was a shiteating incest person. Killed him. Then found the detective. Killed him. He deserved it. Found emperors old stomping grounds. Explored more, found a greasy man, led a ghost back. Found Daddy Baahls chambers. Fought lady. Turned into monster and showed her what’s what. Jaheira didn’t like this. Knocked her out but killed all the Harper’s. Doesn’t matter, she may as well be dead. She is nowhere to be found. Found the bank. Explored all and found Minsc. He somehow knows I’m bad news. Eventually found his hideout and had no choice but to kill him. Left poor boo to grieve. Then killed him too out of pity. I went to iron throne, was warned away. Went and killed Cazador. Ascended astarion. Not as much of an asshole as everyone says. Went to Raphael’s place and stole everything from him. He challenged me and I told him Harleep said he wasn’t as good in bed as he thought. He raged and we fought. I won. And stole his demon friend too. Then said screw it and went back to the underwater prison. Didn’t expect there to be a timer, so as soon as I landed I left taking only one gondian with me. Went to the foundry, rescued gondians, but not on purpose. If they survived they were useful. Blew everything up. Found water queen place and realized I should’ve gone there before iron throne. Stole everything from them. Did Sharts stuff. She is now the ruler of all them sharrans. Met with Voss. He’s good to go. Kissed Minthara sooooooo many times. Like if they are keeping track of how many times we kissed….Man. It’s a lot. Also met up with Jaheira family. Seemed nice. Told them their mom was alive and we working together. Met the nine fingers Keene gang and helped them. Sold all the useless bank keys since I already stole everything there. Oh and also saw the githyanki egg all grown up. He will be alright. And worked a job for mystic carrion. Then killed him. Soooo….now what? Is this it?
Tl;dr Idk what to put here. Just read it. I did lots of stuff. List things I didn’t do.

disclaimer: i have not played elden ring, but i really enjoy the lore. If this question is answered in-game, I apologize for the pointless question.
I get that they are all NPCs with important story roles, but I'm wondering if there's anything deeper. There's Hoarah Loux (aka Godfrey), Goldmask, Fia, Shiteater, Gideon Ofnir, (and the player). If there a particular reason these Tarnished are named in the opening?
Do they represent the different endings?
Goldmask - Age of Order
Fia - Age of the Duskborn (fia lies with godwyn, producing Rune of the Death-Prince)
Dungeater - Blessing of Despair [1]
Gideon Ofnir - Possibly Age of Fracture? The status quo is maintained and the Golden Order preserved.
Even though Frenzied Flame and Age of Stars are unaccounted for, you could argue that the player represents these endings, since they hinge more on your own choices and autonomy.
Are they other candidates to become Elden Lord? Gideon wants to, but idk about the others.
And of course, the opening narrator says "the call of long-lost grace speaks to us all..." so is it really as simple as "these are all tarnished, just really important ones for various reasons, recalled to the Lands Between?" [2].
Thanks!

They had spent hours going over just what it was they had found. It was indeed just as they had suspected; a machine for turning dragonettes, or bits of dragons that would fit in the chambers, into grav oil, with the leftover waste being discarded as water and a sort of sludge.
Edita had explained what it was they were looking at as they toured the accursed machine. Torches and lanterns had been brought into the vault to illuminate it, along with a few shelves of various books that the academics had set about taking out to examine.
At the front there was a single receptacle for one of the little canisters; they had found thousands of them in the other vault, which gave Tom a sinking feeling. On the back there were fittings for a pipe to carry away the wastewater and the bio sludge came out a chute. Supposedly the sludge would be pressed into bricks to be used as fuel. ‘Nice touch’ Tom thought grimly to himself as he rested a hand on the steely cold metal.
Thousands of grav oil capsules, most of them likely made using this thing. How many people had been processed to make it all?
“Not enough that they render you down, they also have to burn what’s left of you?” Jacky commented darkly from behind him. “Wait, does that mean these poor fucks got a chance at heaven at least then?”
“I doubt it,” Linkosta replied meekly. Her enthusiasm had evaporated the moment it became clear what they were dealing with and just what they had in their possession at the keep. They had hoped the grav oil was mined, but now that looked increasingly unlikely.
“It is still hotly debated whether the soul survives the process, though the consensus back then, I believe, was no,” Edita added, kneeling down in front of a panel and flipping down some lenses on her goggles. She was looking at the blank metal sheet, likely looking at what is beneath. “Others believed it stays with the essence, part of why it got the name.”
Tom had to think back a bit for that one. Normally he would scoff at the idea of someone having a soul, but the dragonettes seemed able to see them ascend to heaven through those stellar gates as he was pretty sure they called them. Like Linkosta had shown him.
“Wait so. Just to clarify, you’re saying there might be actual souls in those little canister things?”
“Supposedly, it is hard to verify, especially after having undergone such a procedure, but some remnants are to be expected.”
“Remnants…” Tom echoed quietly, looking at the empty slot where the cylinder would go.
“So burning the oil might let them return?” Jacky questioned cautiously, not sure it was a question she wanted to ask.
“No, I do not believe so. You may ask Paulin if such experiments have been conducted. She is an archivist,” Edita deflected as she brought forward a satchel next to her and started to take things out of it.
“Right… cause she would answer truthfully,” Jacky sneered in reply.
Tom had to agree with Jacky on this one, but at the same time the oil was worth a fortune, and they had only just started grasping at what it might be able to do. It would be a shame to lose it… but if there were thousands, or maybe even tens of thousands of souls locked away in their storage lockers right now, then shouldn’t they at least know for sure?
There was silence for a bit as Edita worked. Tom watched her as she seemed to be getting out incense sticks and burners as well as a holy symbol of some kind, which she laid in front of the panel, then the reverie was broken, as pair of footsteps approached from behind.
“Remember, the Inquisition carries the authority of the Crown and the Church,” it was the very familiar and unwelcome voice of Paulin. ‘Damn ears,’ Tom cursed as he and Jacky turned to face her.
“This machine is the work of the devils below. Attempts have been made to save the souls possibly locked within, but it proved no more use than trying to free the soul of a corpse from the land. They are lost to us. Our best course of action now is to not let their sacrifice be in vain. Wouldn’t you agree?”
Tom only answered reluctantly, looking at the womanand trying to discern if she was for once genuine. It was a game she was far better than him at. “I suppose so…”
“Very good. Now, I can assure you, this cursed thing will never work again. Edita will see to that. But I am sure there are many useful things to be learned, and things to be saved. What was the saying, Edita?”
“Don’t blame the bolt for being part of the automaton,” the artificer replied as she finished arranging what Tom now had to assume was some sort of religious ritual.
“Yes, very good. Find what is worth saving. We will destroy the rest. There is no need to keep such a thing for the future,” Edita did not reply, instead sitting still with her things at the ready. Paulin gave her usual curt nod and walked off to go about her business.
‘At least she seems genuine,’ Tom pondered, looking after her.
“Is that true, Edita? You’re gonna smash this thing to bits?”
“When we have what we may be able to use, yes. The parts that should not survive will be taken to a forge and melted down for the metal, and the wood burned. It is the way.”
“Pheew finally we agree on something… any good loot in it?”
“A lute? It does not play music… I think…I do hope it does not like music, I was always terrible at it.”
“What do you mean likes music?” Jacky questioned as Edita lit the first incense stick.
“Oh, nothing.”
Tom raised an eyebrow at the artificer, glancing towards the machine briefly. “You sure?”
“Yes. Just don’t say anything mean to it, we don’t know if it is sensitive.”
“Ahaa,” Tom let out sceptically. Then again, if earth bound engineers believed stuff like this for even an old steam engine… maybe, just maybe, there could be some truth to it when dealing with a thousands of years old alien arcane distillery machine.
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Linkosta and Edita had returned from the mines, being carried up by Baron, though it was a brief visit. Edita had needed some tools and Linkosta was after some books her father thought might prove useful. Tom and Jacky had taken the chance for a meal at the keep as opposed to down below since it was around dinnertime anyway, so what was the harm? It wasn’t as if Baron would mind the extra pair of passengers.
Knowing Tom he probably wanted to pick up some things as well before heading back down. The engineer and the artificer were sitting at the craftspeople table discussing and explaining away. Jacky had also chosen that time to reappear after another toilet break and was sitting next to Tom, much to the dismay of the rest of those at the table. For the rest of them the fish had just about worn off, and they were all hungry after the decidedly light breakfast. Jacky, though, still smelled quite severely.
Linkosta, on the other hand, had been lured over to the huntresses’ table. Sapphire thought it was probably as much to get away from the smell as anything else, but it also meant they could get some answers from her. But as Lin sat down, everyone looking at her expectantly, it had been Pho who broke the silence first.
“So, what is it you found? Go on, spill the beans.”
“Uhm…A big machine of some kind,” Linkosta began, a little uncertainly as she looked around at them all, only just having gotten her bum on the bench. “It’s for rendering, you know.”
“I’m sorry, what?” Saph asked, hoping she had misheard.
“Oh I know that one. It sucks magic out of people till they die,” Pho explained confidently, Linkosta shaking her head.
“No, no it isn’t. It is for making grav oil… it boils you down and spits out the remains. You know… like rendering skin into glue,” she clarified, clearly not overly happy to be talking about it.
“But it does kill you,” Pho tried, still taking the discussion with humor of all things.
“Yes… yes, it does kill you,” Linkosta admitted, Pho nodding contently.
“Told you.”
“You are such an arse, Pho,” Saph sighed, waiting for Linkosta to look back at her. “So what are they going to do with it?”
“Strip it for stuff apparently. It’s already somewhat disassembled so they could move it into the vault, gods know how long ago. It’s big, real big.”
“I guess Edita is having a field day then.”
“I don’t know… she seems… off.”
“What do you mean?”
“You know how she’s normally all excited and bubbly? Like she can’t keep up with everything she just can’t wait to do?”
“Yeaaah?” Saph questioned, tilting her head. The artificer could certainly be like that at times, especially when she got something interesting to work on.
“Well she’s not… She’s just sorta; getting on with it, you know? She’s been saying prayers over pretty much everything she’s taken off. I don’t even understand what it is she’s saying half the time.”
“What do you mean?” Saph questioned, furrowing her brows.
“This is heretical according to her. Even Paulin seems to think it’s some terrible thing, and went on and on about how we need to destroy it once they have what they want.”
“Paulin? Paulin thinks this thing is evil?”
“Push it off the edge right away,” Fengi added, glancing to Essy, everyone having put down the spoons by now.
“Jacky said that. Edita made a point about how they should ‘not give hell its machines back’. They want to melt it down and burn it.”
“I suppose that works,” Fengi shrugged.
“Yeah, sounds to me like they’re right for once,” Essy added, nodding. Saph was inclined to agree. Leaving such a device around surely only risked it being used. “Think of what could happen if the darklings got a hold of it.”
“They don’t have any use for it as far as we know. What would they do with grav oil?” Linkosta questioned.
“You do remember they were trying to get in to steal the grav oil, right?” Saph questioned, looking at the young mage.
“Oh right… I did forget about that part.”
“Does it even work on darklings?” Saph questioned. She knew the buggers didn’t have magics and she was pretty sure she had heard they couldn’t be used to drive magics either. But maybe they could still be turned into grav oil?
“I don’t know,” Linkosta replied apologetically. “But I want to find all that out. I’m going back down and I’m gonna stay for as long as they let me. The enchantments on this thing, you should see them. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen.”
“Yeah, gotta know your enemy and all that shit,” Pho added with an approving nod.
“Just. You know… Don’t let them do anything evil with it,” Essy tried to add, cautiously, Linkosta turning to the older huntress.
“It’s the Inquisition, Essy, there isn’t that much I can do,” Lin dismissed with a sigh. “I don’t even know what the bits they are taking off are for. Let alone what they could do with them.”
“You can go tell Major Jortun if it comes to that, if you think anything is wrong,” Essy replied, tone growing rather more serious. “He is a nice upstanding man. He will help, I am sure.”
“Right… okay okay, but I’m pretty sure he will know before me, he’s keeping an eye on everyone, especially after we discovered what the thing was.”
“Very good. Do try to help him, don’t hide anything from him. After what he did with Fengi I think we can trust him,” the older huntress added, looking towards their only copper, Fengi seeming to be lost in thought.
“I will, I will, don’t worry,” Linkosta assured her, forcing a small smile.
“You might not need to. Tom will make enough of a racket to wake Baron up if he finds out they are playing the guard for fools, or us for that matter. How’s he taking all this?” Saph added with a chuff.
“Hard to say. It’s a fascinating machine, for a dark purpose. He’s been grumbling a bit about souls and genocide. So I doubt he’s in a great mood.”
“Probably a good thing all things considered.”
“Anything we need to do up here?” Fengi questioned, breaking off the line of discussion. “Aside from flying supply, it won’t be too long before Yldril should be able to go down there. We’re doing logging runs tomorrow by wing. Then we’ll see how it goes.”
“Uhm… Maybe, I don’t know. Glira is staying down there so you get Baron and Victoria for now, ask them.”
“Fair enough.”
“We’re still gonna need that warehouse after all so we best get to it, and I doubt we can get Baron to fly logs like we did with Glira,” Saph added, looking to Fengi.
“Yeah, but Yldril is flying again now. She can bring them in faster than Jarix can saw them.”
“Then put Yldril on the saw.”
“Right,” Fengi replied with a sigh. Saph guessed she had hoped for something a bit more interesting for the black dragon to do. It might make her a little less insufferable afterall.
“It could be worse. It’s not raining.”
“You know it’s coming.”
“As is winter. It’s not gonna get any better,” Essy added in a troubled tone, looking at Fengi.
“I know I know… How long till Vulzan and Arch are back?”
“Can’t be too long, they left the capital, right?” Saph questioned, trying to remember what the timetable was.
“A few days ago, yes,” Essy confirmed, seemingly more willing to talk about that subject.
“A few more days then and we’ll have all the shit we could dream of hahaaa, oooh it’s gonna be the good life this winter,” Pho broke out triumphantly. For once Saph couldn’t technically disagree, it was going to be a very nice winter this year. Bo still shook her head though and carried on eating.
“I ordered some very nice yarn as well, to keep me busy in winter, it’s going to be fantastic… what did you all order?”
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The evening of the first day had been spent studying, categorizing, and disassembling parts of the machine. The following day while the dissasembly work continued, technical diagrams started to get drawn up as well. Manuals for its operation had been found and given over to the various academics from the capital to translate into something actually readable by normal people.
To Tom, regular draconic runes were definitely bad enough, but this stuff made next to no sense whatsoever to him just looking at it.
He had spent much of his time following Edita and assisting her however he could manage. Losev had made it quite clear he wanted no help from Tom in any way shape or form, but it did seem he had found use for Linkosta. Apuma had eventually returned to the keep to manage the influx of stuff they were bringing back home for storage, mostly translated texts.
By the start of the third day, Jacky had started going on about how they really weren’t needed down here, but Tom didn’t want to go. Edita had been showing him so many things he barely understood. She was putting in an admirable effort to explain, but he felt like a first grader being shown calculus by his older brother ‘cause he thought it would be funny.
But certain things he did understand, like the flow of magical energy used by the machine for example. It was passed along conductors much like electricity, the simplest part of the machine in theory, but an extremely hard part to implement in practice. Resistance was the enemy of any enchantment, and the extremely low resistance of enchantments the fish people had been able to produce were the most valuable part of the accursed machine. At least to the dragonettes. When questioned about where the power to drive it had come from, Edita had answered plainly. “Slaves.”
It hadn’t even surprised him at that point. He knew anything alive held magical power which could be harnessed, from the smallest blade of grass to the largest dragon. “I guess that’s what darklings were for then, ey?” Tom questioned darkly, having made the forgone conclusion long ago.
“No, darklings would be useless for this,” Edita replied as she carried on with her work, unscrewing tiny little plates of mithril covered in runes and glyphs too small to be seen without a magnifying glass.
“But… huh?” Tom muttered in reply, getting caught quite off guard by that answer.
“Darklings cannot be used to power magics. It is one of the great mysteries of their curse.”
“I see… do we have any idea why that is?”
“Only speculation. Two thousand years of records yield many possibilities. Many think the doetna made them so, precisely so the dwellers below could not use the darklings if captured. Unlike a dragonette or dragon.”
“I see… sorta smart I suppose… but how does a magical curse take away magic? Sounds a bit contradictory.”
“We do not know. If we knew how the curse worked, we could likely lift it,” Edita sighed as she gingerly lifted out the small metal card and handed it to Tom, who wrapped it up in very fine soft cloth and put it down in the small hay filled box.
Tom wondered if perhaps the real answer was that Edita didn’t know, but if she didn’t then he doubted Paulin would be willing to spill the beans to him, or maybe she didn’t know either. He doubted it truely was a mystery though.
“What if it’s like, using all their magic?” Jacky questioned as she took the lid of another storage crate, starting to get it ready to be loaded up.
“Then they would be dead, no?” Edita countered as she started to unscrew once more. “I think they are changed so their magic becomes something else, like a wrong fuel. You don’t need to make it disappear, just make it useless and then the spells won’t work”
“Sooo. Are there darkling spells then?” Jacky questioned, seemingly knowing as little as Tom on the subject.
“No…” Edita responded, looking up at the huntress and pondering that for a bit. “But even if there were, then we could not cast them now could we? Because our magic is different.”
“Oh yeah…”
“Maybe we should stick with what we do know. Where are these going?” Tom questioned, patting the soon to be full crate.
“I don’t know actually,” Edita replied chipperly, “but I would guess Galaxer is taking them somewhere. Him and Arch are returning together, right?”
“Uhm… maybe?” Tom replied. He couldn’t actually remember if that had been the plan. There had been talk of how Arch might not be able to carry everything that had been ordered, and they all knew Galaxer’s approach to getting hired on, so it was certainly possible.
“I can’t wait for what I ordered,” Jacky interjected, happy for the distraction. “ It’s gonna be the best winter ever.”
“Are we gonna be sleeping on top of boxes and crates?” Tom questioned jokingly.
“Weeell… you might.”
“Hmm… I’m putting your stuff in the warehouse.”
“No way, it’s my stuff, and that place doesn’t have a roof yet, the walls ain’t even done,” Jacky objected, crossing her arms in defiance. “Your stuff can go, you got those nice box thingies.”
“Your stuff fits in that box too,” Tom countered, crossing his arms as well and trying not to chuckle.
“Too much work… also my room, my rules.”
“I’m having Nunuk give me that room.”
“I’ll tell my mother.”
“Oh that’s just cheating.”
“Eherm,” Edita cleared her throat, sounding almost apologetic, as she was holding out the next plate for Tom. He took it off her hands and started wrapping it up tight.
“Personal log, mid to late autumn, working on a strange magic machine… We have been defeated in the battle for the bedroom. Will have to sleep on the floor, great discomfort expected.”
“Oh, do you have something which records what you say for later?” Edita questioned, looking up from her work, the notion of a possible new gadget apparently enough to draw her attention away.
“Oh no, it’s a joke… sorry,” Tom clarified as the wrapped up plate was placed down in the box.
Edita’s ears did droop a tiny bit, but she didn’t seem too upset by the accidental deception. “Oh, sorry… I would offer for you to sleep in my room, but it’s full of stuff too.”
Tom turned to look at Jacky with a shiteating grin on, the woman gritting her teeth just a touch. “No there is no need… I will make some room.”
“Oh okay… or you could ask Nunuk about one of the empty rooms up top? Tom is very important, maybe she would give you one of those rooms?”
“The family rooms? Last I checked I was a Furlong, not a Bizmati.”
“I don’t know Jacky, I kinda like the sound of Tom Bizmati to be honest.”
“Oh mum is gonna kill you if she hears that one.”
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Dear u/BourbonPretzel
You useless piece of shit. You absolute waste of space and air. You uneducated, ignorant, idiotic dumb swine, you’re an absolute embarrassment to humanity and all life as a whole.
The magnitude of your failure just now is so indescribably massive that one hundred years into the future your name will be used as moniker of evil for heretics. Even if all of humanity put together their collective intelligence there is no conceivable way they could have thought up a way to fuck up on the unimaginable scale you just did.
When Jesus died for our sins, he must not have seen the sacrilegious act we just witnessed you performing, because if he did he would have forsaken humanity long ago so that your birth may have never become reality.
After you die, your skeleton will be displayed in a museum after being scientifically researched so that all future generations may learn not to generate your bone structure, because every tiny detail anyone may have in common with you degrades them to a useless piece of trash and a burden to society.
No wonder your father questioned whether or not your were truly his son, for you'd have to not be a waste of carbon matter for anyone to love you like a family member.
Your birth made it so that mankind is worse off in every way you can possibly imagine, and you have made it so that society can never really recover any state of organization. Everything has forever fallen into a bewildering chaos, through which unrecognizable core, you can only find misfortune.
I would say the apocalypse is upon us but this is merely the closest word humans have for the sheer scale of horror that is now reality. You have forever condemned everyone you love and know into an eternal state of suffering, worse than any human concept of hell.
You are such an unholy being, that if you step within a one hundred foot radius of a holy place or a place that has ever been deemed important by anyone, your distorted religious soul will ruin whatever meaning it ever had beyond repair.
You are an idiotic, shiteating, dumbass ape and no one has ever loved you. You are a lying, backstabbing, cowardly useless piece of shit and I hate you with every single part of my being.
Even this world's finest writers and poets from throughout the ages could never hope to accurately describe the scale on which you just fucked up, and how incredibly idiotic you are.
Anyone that believes in any religion out there should now realize that they have been wrong this entire time, for if divine beings were real, they would never have allowed a being such as you to stain the earth and this universe.
In the future there will be horror stories made about you, with the scariest part of them being that the reader has to realize that such an indescribable monster actually exists, and that the horrific events from the movie have actually taken place in the same world that they live in right now.
You are the absolute embodiment of everything that has ever been wrong on this earth, yet even that would only represent a small part of your evil. Never in the history of mankind has there been anyone that could have predicted such an abomination, but here you are.
It’s hard to believe that I am seeing such an incredible failure with my own eyes, but here I am, so unfortunately I cannot deny your existence. Even if I did my very best, my vocabulary is not able to describe the sheer magnitude of the idiotic mistake that is you.
Even if time travel some day will be invented, there still would not be a single soul willing to go back in time to this moment to fix history, because having to witness such incredible horrors would have too many mental and physical drawbacks that not even the bravest soul in history would be willing to risk it.
I cannot imagine the pure dread your mother must have felt when she had to carry a baby for nine months and then giving birth to such a wretched monster as you. Not a single word of the incoherent, illogical rambling you may be wanting to do to defend yourself or apologize would ever be able to make up for what you just did.
The countries of the world would have wanted to make laws preventing such a terrible event like this from ever happening again, but sadly this is not possible since your horrific actions just now have shattered every form of order this world once had, making concepts such as laws irrelevant.
Right from the moment I first set my eyes on you I knew you were an absolute abomination of everything that is wrong with humanity. I was hoping I would have been able to prevent your evil from being released upon this world by tagging along and keeping my eye on you, but it is clear to me now that not even the greatest efforts would have been able to prevent a terrible event in this scale from occurring.
also stop banging your brother you should be banging me instead

Please do your Banwave again Valve, they are back
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You useless piece of shit. You absolute waste of space and air. You uneducated, ignorant, idiotic dumb swine, you’re an absolute embarrassment to humanity and all life as a whole.
The magnitude of your failure just now is so indescribably massive that one hundred years into the future your name will be used as moniker of evil for heretics. Even if all of humanity put together their collective intelligence there is no conceivable way they could have thought up a way to fuck up on the unimaginable scale you just did.
When Jesus died for our sins, he must not have seen the sacrilegious act we just witnessed you performing, because if he did he would have forsaken humanity long ago so that your birth may have never become reality.
After you die, your skeleton will be displayed in a museum after being scientifically researched so that all future generations may learn not to generate your bone structure, because every tiny detail anyone may have in common with you degrades them to a useless piece of trash and a burden to society.
No wonder your father questioned whether or not your were truly his son, for you'd have to not be a waste of carbon matter for anyone to love you like a family member.
Your birth made it so that mankind is worse off in every way you can possibly imagine, and you have made it so that society can never really recover any state of organization. Everything has forever fallen into a bewildering chaos, through which unrecognizable core, you can only find misfortune.
I would say the apocalypse is upon us but this is merely the closest word humans have for the sheer scale of horror that is now reality. You have forever condemned everyone you love and know into an eternal state of suffering, worse than any human concept of hell.
You are such an unholy being, that if you step within a one hundred foot radius of a holy place or a place that has ever been deemed important by anyone, your distorted religious soul will ruin whatever meaning it ever had beyond repair.
You are an idiotic, shiteating, dumbass ape and no one has ever loved you. You are a lying, backstabbing, cowardly useless piece of shit and I hate you with every single part of my being.
Even this world's finest writers and poets from throughout the ages could never hope to accurately describe the scale on which you just fucked up, and how incredibly idiotic you are.
Anyone that believes in any religion out there should now realize that they have been wrong this entire time, for if divine beings were real, they would never have allowed a being such as you to stain the earth and this universe.
In the future there will be horror stories made about you, with the scariest part of them being that the reader has to realize that such an indescribable monster actually exists, and that the horrific events from the movie have actually taken place in the same world that they live in right now.
You are the absolute embodiment of everything that has ever been wrong on this earth, yet even that would only represent a small part of your evil. Never in the history of mankind has there been anyone that could have predicted such an abomination, but here you are.
It’s hard to believe that I am seeing such an incredible failure with my own eyes, but here I am, so unfortunately I cannot deny your existence. Even if I did my very best, my vocabulary is not able to describe the sheer magnitude of the idiotic mistake that is you.
Even if time travel some day will be invented, there still would not be a single soul willing to go back in time to this moment to fix history, because having to witness such incredible horrors would have too many mental and physical drawbacks that not even the bravest soul in history would be willing to risk it.
I cannot imagine the pure dread your mother must have felt when she had to carry a baby for nine months and then giving birth to such a wretched monster as you. Not a single word of the incoherent, illogical rambling you may be wanting to do to defend yourself or apologize would ever be able to make up for what you just did.
The countries of the world would have wanted to make laws preventing such a terrible event like this from ever happening again, but sadly this is not possible since your horrific actions just now have shattered every form of order this world once had, making concepts such as laws irrelevant.
Right from the moment I first set my eyes on you I knew you were an absolute abomination of everything that is wrong with humanity. I was hoping I would have been able to prevent your evil from being released upon this world by tagging along and keeping my eye on you, but it is clear to me now that not even the greatest efforts would have been able to prevent a terrible event in this scale from occurring.

I don't think I've played a game that made me feel like I was fighting as a powerful, yet fragile and disposable solider ever. Not in Call of Duty, SOCOM, Rainbow Six, or Battlefield. You feel like you can die anytime from ne of many things, but also feel like a coked up, 5 Red Bull's in, Solider on a manic episode at the same time.
Helldivers makes you feel like you're at war and barely winning if that is what you can even call it. It also gives the best power fantasy of being a soldier with its gunplay and Stratagems. Calling in strikes, utilities, weapons, and more. It's all perfectly executed with how balanced it is. Weapons sound powerful, feel great, and satisfying on impact.
Visually, this game is a spectacle. I have NEVER seen such satisfying explosions, fire, chaos, carnage, and sheer mayhem in a game as you blow and shoot shit up using Stratagems, in REAL TIME. This game would make Michael Bay shed tears, and blush with the biggest shiteating grin on his face.
Like I said, never sean stuff like this happen in a game in real time and not be scripted or in a cut scene. Things blow up and you feel the force of it, you see it, it actually can kill you in the game. This is the first time I'd love to see a Dev Diary BTS look at how they made Stratagems look and feel so fantastic and what research they did to pull it off.
This game is the most fun I've had in a long time, and feels like a theme park ride. Definitely the best co-op game and experience I've ever had.

Over a decade and I knew one my my favorite characters, Loken, would bite it in the end. Just a natural circle and I was oddly satisfied with the resolution between him and the first captain.
Then fucking goddamn Erebus had to stick his shiteating smug ass fucking face into the affairs. This cum guzzling twat deserves everything bad thing that’s coming to him. I pray there’s a trilogy of books detailing in excruciating detail how he dies painfully and in a manner that destroys his soul so the fuckface cant possibly rear his shitty face ever again even as a daemon….
Sorry… but fuck that guy…

im tired of being called "shiteater-san" by my fav girl

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You are a canker. A sore that won't go away. A zit on the butt of society. I would rather kiss a lawyer than be seen with you. You are a fiend and a coward, and you have bad breath. You are degenerate, noxious and depraved. I feel debased just for knowing you exist. I despise everything about you. You are a bloody nardless newbie twit protohominid chromosomally aberrant caricature of a coprophagic cloacal parasitic pond scum and I wish you would go away. You're a putrescence mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, a weasel. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, a revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon. You are a bleating fool, a curdled staggering mutant dwarf smeared richly with the effluvia and offal accompanying your alleged birth into this world. An insensate, blinking calf, meaningful to nobody, abandoned by the puke-drooling, giggling beasts who sired you and then killed themselves in recognition of what they had done. I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as you. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformity. I barf at the very thought of you. You have all the appeal of a paper cut. Lepers avoid you. Because off your face the rabbit population actually decreased. You are vile, worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, the dregs of this earth. And did I mention you smell? If you aren't an idiot, you made a world-class effort at simulating one. You snail-skulled little rabbit. Would that a hawk pick you up, drive its beak into your brain, and upon finding it rancid set you loose to fly briefly before spattering the ocean rocks with the frothy pink shame of your ignoble blood. May you choke on the queasy, convulsing nausea of your own trite, foolish beliefs. You are weary, stale, flat and unprofitable. You are grimy, squalid, nasty and profane. You are foul and disgusting. You're a fool, an ignoramus. Monkeys look down on you. Even sheep won't have sex with you. You are unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in a land that reality forgot. You are a waste of flesh. You have no rhythm. You are ridiculous and obnoxious. You are the moral equivalent of a leech. You are a living emptiness, a meaningless void. You are sour and senile. You are a disease, you puerile one-handed slack-jawed drooling meatslapper. On a good day you're a half-wit. You remind me of drool. You are deficient in all that lends character. You have the personality of wallpaper. You are dank and filthy. You are asinine and benighted. You are the source of all unpleasantness. You spread misery and sorrow wherever you go. I cannot believe how incredibly stupid you are. I mean rock-hard stupid. Dehydrated-rock-hard stupid. Stupid so stupid that it goes way beyond the stupid we know into a whole different dimension of stupid. You are trans-stupid stupid. Meta-stupid. Stupid collapsed on itself so far that even the neutrons have collapsed. Stupid gotten so dense that no intellect can escape. Singularity stupid. Blazing hot mid-day sun on Mercury stupid. You emit more stupid in one second than our entire galaxy emits in a year. Quasar stupid. Your writing has to be a troll. Nothing in our universe can really be this stupid. Perhaps this is some primordial fragment from the original big bang of stupid. Some pure essence of a stupid so uncontaminated by anything else as to be beyond the laws of physics that we know. I'm sorry. I can't go on. This is an epiphany of stupid for me. After this, you may not hear from me again for a while. I don't have enough strength left to deride your ignorant questions and half baked comments about unimportant trivia, or any of the rest of this drivel. Duh. Maybe later in life, after you have learned to read, write, spell, and count, you will have more success. True, these are rudimentary skills that many of us "normal" people take for granted that everyone has an easy time of mastering. But we sometimes forget that there are "challenged" persons in this world who find these things more difficult. I wish you the best of luck in the emotional, and social struggles that seem to be placing such a demand on you. P.S.: You are hypocritical, greedy, violent, malevolent, vengeful, cowardly, deadly, mendacious, meretricious, loathsome, despicable, belligerent, opportunistic, barratrous, contemptible, criminal, fascistic, bigoted, racist, sexist, avaricious, tasteless, idiotic, brain-damaged, imbecilic, insane, arrogant, deceitful, demented, lame, self-righteous, byzantine, conspiratorial, satanic, fraudulent, libelous, bilious, splenetic, spastic, ignorant, clueless, illegitimate, harmful, destructive, dumb, evasive, double-talking, devious, revisionist, narrow, manipulative, paternalistic, fundamentalist, dogmatic, idolatrous, unethical, cultic, diseased, suppressive, controlling, restrictive, malignant, deceptive, dim, crazy, weird, dystopic, stifling, uncaring, plantigrade, grim, unsympathetic, jargon-spouting, censorious, secretive, aggressive, mind-numbing, arassive, poisonous, flagrant, self-destructive, abusive, socially-retarded, puerile, clueless, and generally Not Good. You useless piece of shit. You absolute waste of space and air. You uneducated, ignorant, idiotic dumb swine, you’re an absolute embarrassment to humanity and all life as a whole.
The magnitude of your failure just now is so indescribably massive that one hundred years into the future your name will be used as moniker of evil for heretics. Even if all of humanity put together their collective intelligence there is no conceivable way they could have thought up a way to fuck up on the unimaginable scale you just did.
When Jesus died for our sins, he must not have seen the sacrilegious act we just witnessed you performing, because if he did he would have forsaken humanity long ago so that your birth may have never become reality.
After you die, your skeleton will be displayed in a museum after being scientifically researched so that all future generations may learn not to generate your bone structure, because every tiny detail anyone may have in common with you degrades them to a useless piece of trash and a burden to society.
No wonder your father questioned whether or not your were truly his son, for you'd have to not be a waste of carbon matter for anyone to love you like a family member.
Your birth made it so that mankind is worse off in every way you can possibly imagine, and you have made it so that society can never really recover any state of organization. Everything has forever fallen into a bewildering chaos, through which unrecognizable core, you can only find misfortune.
I would say the apocalypse is upon us but this is merely the closest word humans have for the sheer scale of horror that is now reality. You have forever condemned everyone you love and know into an eternal state of suffering, worse than any human concept of hell.
You are such an unholy being, that if you step within a one hundred foot radius of a holy place or a place that has ever been deemed important by anyone, your distorted religious soul will ruin whatever meaning it ever had beyond repair.
You are an idiotic, shiteating, dumbass ape and no one has ever loved you. You are a lying, backstabbing, cowardly useless piece of shit and I hate you with every single part of my being.
Even this world's finest writers and poets from throughout the ages could never hope to accurately describe the scale on which you just fucked up, and how incredibly idiotic you are.
Anyone that believes in any religion out there should now realize that they have been wrong this entire time, for if divine beings were real, they would never have allowed a being such as you to stain the earth and this universe.
In the future there will be horror stories made about you, with the scariest part of them being that the reader has to realize that such an indescribable monster actually exists, and that the horrific events from the movie have actually taken place in the same world that they live in right now.
You are the absolute embodiment of everything that has ever been wrong on this earth, yet even that would only represent a small part of your evil. Never in the history of mankind has there been anyone that could have predicted such an abomination, but here you are.
It’s hard to believe that I am seeing such an incredible failure with my own eyes, but here I am, so unfortunately I cannot deny your existence. Even if I did my very best, my vocabulary is not able to describe the sheer magnitude of the idiotic mistake that is you.
Even if time travel some day will be invented, there still would not be a single soul willing to go back in time to this moment to fix history, because having to witness such incredible horrors would have too many mental and physical drawbacks that not even the bravest soul in history would be willing to risk it.
I cannot imagine the pure dread your mother must have felt when she had to carry a baby for nine months and then giving birth to such a wretched monster as you. Not a single word of the incoherent, illogical rambling you may be wanting to do to defend yourself or apologize would ever be able to make up for what you just did.
The countries of the world would have wanted to make laws preventing such a terrible event like this from ever happening again, but sadly this is not possible since your horrific actions just now have shattered every form of order this world once had, making concepts such as laws irrelevant.
Right from the moment I first set my eyes on you I knew you were an absolute abomination of everything that is wrong with humanity. I was hoping I would have been able to prevent your evil from being released upon this world by tagging along and keeping my eye on you, but it is clear to me now that not even the greatest efforts would have been able to prevent a terrible event in this scale from occurring.
You are the worst human being, or even just being in general, that I have ever had the misfortune of witnessing. Events like the Black Death and the Smallpox pandemic only happened with the goal of preparing humanity to survive such a horrible event as the one you just created, but not even mankind’s greatest trials were able to even slightly prepare anyone for the insufferable evil you have just created.
If you ever had them, your children would be preemptively killed to protect this universe from the possibility of anyone in your bloodline being even half as bad as you are, except you will never be able to have children, because not a single human being will ever want to come within a hundred mile radius of you and anything you have ever touched.
You are a colossal disappointment not only to your parents, but to your ancestors and entire bloodline. The disgusting mistake that you have just made is so incredibly terrible that everyone who would ever be to hear about it would spontaneously feel an indescribable mixture of immense anger, fear and anxiety that emotionally and physically they would never truly be the same ever again.
The sheer scale of your mistake, if ever to be materialized, would not only surpass the size of the world, but it would reach far beyond the edges of the known, and almost certainly the unknown universe.
I could sit here and write paragraphs, nay, books describing your immense failure, yet even if I were to dedicate my life to describing the reality of what has just gone down here, and I would spend every moment of it until my heart stops beating, working as hard and efficiently as possible, there is not even a snowballs chance in hell that I would be able to come close to transcribing the absolute shitshow you have just released upon the world.
When people of Columbia fought to break free from Lungmen, countless soldiers fought and lost their lives in favor of a chance at a better future for their children, they did not give their lives to have you fuck the world up beyond repair to the degree that you are doing right now. Honestly, even when technology advances and studies on the subject become more and more accurate, I do not think humanity will ever truly be able to understand what your failure actually means for the universe.
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