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SIEM T - Enigmatic (Original Mix) / Key Em, BPM 135, 6:12, MP3 15.23 Mb
SIEM T - Enigmatic concept (Original Mix) / Key Fm, BPM 136, 6:11, MP3 15.15 Mb
SIEM T - Enigmatic dream (Original Mix) / Key Em, BPM 133, 6:19, MP3 15.49 Mb
SNOOKO - Funny Beet (Original Mix) / Key Bbm, BPM 130, 5:57, MP3 14.69 Mb
SNOOKO - Paco Di Bongo (Original Mix) / Key Abm, BPM 128, 5:02, MP3 12.50 Mb
STRØBE - Dreamscape (Original Mix) / Key Fm, BPM 80, 2:41, MP3 6.58 Mb
S_Zer0, SAKKO - Man of the Year (Club Mix) / Key F#m, BPM 125, 3:45, MP3 9.60 Mb
Santiago Krenz - Computer System (Original Mix) / Key G, BPM 142, 5:25, MP3 13.05 Mb
Santiago Krenz - Oxigeno (Original Mix) / Key Cm, BPM 150, 6:50, MP3 16.45 Mb
Sarah Berg - Sunset Dance (Original Mix) / Key C, BPM 118, 2:15, MP3 5.84 Mb
Sascha Dive - Time for a change (Original Mix) / Key Fm, BPM 123, 6:15, MP3 15.32 Mb
Schiela - ALL NIGHT, BABY! (Benjamin Fröhlich Remix) / Key Am, BPM 122, 5:15, MP3 12.83 Mb
Schillist, Kxne, Daniel Best - Life Be Like (feat. KXNE) (Extended Mix) / Key Bm, BPM 124, 3:52, MP3 9.64 Mb
Schindergrimm - After the Silent (Original Mix) / Key Ebm, BPM 132, 7:16, MP3 17.59 Mb
Schindergrimm - Lost in Time (Original Mix) / Key Abm, BPM 138, 6:46, MP3 16.36 Mb
Schindergrimm - Missing Link (Original Mix) / Key Abm, BPM 133, 8:16, MP3 19.95 Mb
Sean Harris (UK) - Matter (Extended Mix) / Key Cm, BPM 128, 5:39, MP3 13.91 Mb
Sean Harris (UK) - Matter (Radio Mix) / Key Cm, BPM 128, 3:01, MP3 7.61 Mb
Sean Tyas - Lift (Chris Voro & Ode ReChill) / Key Dm, BPM 115, 6:18, MP3 15.40 Mb
Sebastiaan Hooft - Magazine (Original Mix) / Key Cm, BPM 135, 6:42, MP3 16.44 Mb
Sebastiaan Hooft - Void (Original Mix) / Key Ebm, BPM 140, 2:45, MP3 6.72 Mb
Sebastian Darez - M87 (Original Mix) / Key Abm, BPM 124, 6:50, MP3 16.75 Mb
Sebastian Darez - The Winter Is Coming (Original Mix) / Key Em, BPM 125, 6:55, MP3 16.94 Mb
Sebastian Davidson - Safe and Sound (Original Mix) / Key F#m, BPM 100, 3:34, MP3 8.72 Mb
Segler - Kesäyöt (Original Mix) / Key Gm, BPM 140, 6:26, MP3 15.81 Mb
Self Deception - Cat's Dreams (Original mix) / Key Fm, BPM 113, 4:02, MP3 10.14 Mb
Self Deception - Purple Fields (Original mix) / Key Dbm, BPM 110, 4:27, MP3 11.03 Mb
Selomi - Igwe (Tomahawk Bang Remix) / Key Fm, BPM 122, 6:37, MP3 16.38 Mb
Senbei, MGHN - Saji (feat. MGHN) (Gavrosh Remix) / Key Em, BPM 127, 3:18, MP3 8.39 Mb
Sentin, Wout Vantieghem - A Wall Of Glass (Original Mix) / Key Bm, BPM 124, 6:17, MP3 15.43 Mb
Sergii Petrenko - Tropical Breeze (Format Groove Remix) / Key Gm, BPM 128, 6:30, MP3 15.72 Mb
Sergii Petrenko - Tropical Breeze (Techno Remix) / Key Gm, BPM 135, 6:10, MP3 14.91 Mb
Sevdavision - For Now (Original Mix) / Key Am, BPM 129, 5:24, MP3 13.09 Mb
Sevdavision - OK (Original Mix) / Key Dm, BPM 106, 3:17, MP3 8.02 Mb
Sevdavision - Osoti (Original Mix) / Key Am, BPM 106, 2:54, MP3 7.08 Mb
Sevdavision - Pazar (Original Mix) / Key Cm, BPM 91, 5:07, MP3 12.41 Mb
Sevdavision - The Old Goes (Original Mix) / Key B, BPM 100, 2:39, MP3 6.51 Mb
Sevdavision - Will We Meet Again (Original Mix) / Key Am, BPM 96, 5:40, MP3 13.75 Mb
Sharapov - Pictures (Instrumental Mix) / Key F#m, BPM 118, 5:17, MP3 12.91 Mb
Sharapov - Pictures (Original Mix) / Key F#m, BPM 118, 5:17, MP3 12.92 Mb
Shelby Zyxx - Love Love (Original Mix) / Key B, BPM 145, 2:29, MP3 6.14 Mb
Shokh - FPM (Edit) / Key B, BPM 130, 5:22, MP3 13.17 Mb
Shokh - Pepper (Original Mix) / Key Gm, BPM 130, 5:16, MP3 12.91 Mb
Shokh - Pur (Original Mix) / Key Gm, BPM 138, 7:16, MP3 17.70 Mb
Shokh - Tonka (Original Mix) / Key Bb, BPM 125, 5:31, MP3 13.53 Mb
Shunus - Where's the Party At? (Original Mix) / Key Fm, BPM 130, 5:18, MP3 12.95 Mb
Sillaz - The Pill (Extended) / Key Cm, BPM 131, 1:32, MP3 4.05 Mb
Silvertone (US) - Life's a B!tch (Extended Mix) / Key F#m, BPM 128, 5:34, MP3 13.92 Mb
Silvertone (US) - Out My Mind (Extended Mix) / Key Bbm, BPM 128, 4:38, MP3 11.67 Mb
Simon Pagliari - Kiss Like This (Original Mix) / Key Bm, BPM 130, 5:43, MP3 13.87 Mb
Simon Pagliari - Kiss Like This (Radio Mix) / Key Bm, BPM 130, 3:43, MP3 9.06 Mb
Singular Anomalies - I'll Tell You Tomorrow (Original Mix) / Key Em, BPM 137, 5:43, MP3 14.06 Mb
Singular Anomalies - Implant (Original Mix) / Key Fm, BPM 137, 5:43, MP3 14.06 Mb
Singular Anomalies - Latent Heat (Original Mix) / Key F#m, BPM 136, 5:46, MP3 14.16 Mb
Sinkix - Mermaids Of Osiris (Original Mix) / Key Gm, BPM 121, 7:41, MP3 18.62 Mb
Sinkix - Mount Shipton (Original Mix) / Key Dm, BPM 122, 7:09, MP3 17.34 Mb
Sir Soundbender - 1 4 Da Money (Miggedy's Full Count Mix) / Key Fm, BPM 126, 8:10, MP3 19.84 Mb
Siskin - Fly Away (Hel:sløwed Extended Remix) / Key Em, BPM 124, 5:47, MP3 14.15 Mb
Skatman - Unchained (Original Mix) / Key Gm, BPM 125, 5:56, MP3 14.37 Mb
Skurilla - Roll (Original Mix) / Key Abm, BPM 140, 6:42, MP3 16.44 Mb
Slash Eleven - Sun God (Original Mix) / Key Gm, BPM 130, 4:09, MP3 10.33 Mb
SleepCycle - Reflection (Original Mix) / Key Am, BPM 120, 3:28, MP3 8.59 Mb
Slygui - Devin (Original Mix) / Key Fm, BPM 130, 7:58, MP3 19.68 Mb
Smilla - Bad Lost (Original Mix) / Key Gm, BPM 139, 6:55, MP3 16.98 Mb
Soalex - Music Never Done (Original Mix) / Key Bbm, BPM 122, 3:17, MP3 8.75 Mb
Social Assassins - Restrain this (Original Mix) / Key Gm, BPM 144, 5:47, MP3 14.21 Mb
Sofus Wiene - After The Beep (Original Mix) / Key Ebm, BPM 125, 2:58, MP3 7.32 Mb
Sofus Wiene - Xtasy (Original Mix) / Key Ebm, BPM 125, 3:23, MP3 8.30 Mb
Solc - Where Am I (Original Mix) / Key Dbm, BPM 128, 6:04, MP3 15.25 Mb
Solma - Stomatal Conductance (Original Mix) / Key Gm, BPM 136, 6:12, MP3 15.16 Mb
Solma - Sugar Snake (Original Mix) / Key G, BPM 138, 6:20, MP3 15.50 Mb
Solntsev - Watch Me Dancing All the Time (Original Mix) / Key Ebm, BPM 127, 6:26, MP3 15.69 Mb
Something Else DR - Abusadora (Extended) / Key Fm, BPM 126, 4:08, MP3 10.28 Mb
Something Else DR - Abusadora (Original Mix) / Key Fm, BPM 126, 2:40, MP3 6.78 Mb
Sonic Flash - Fly Away (Remix) / Key Dm, BPM 140, 4:56, MP3 12.14 Mb
Sonny Fodera, Blythe - Mind Still (feat. blythe) (Tita Lau Extended Remix) / Key Bm, BPM 130, 4:59, MP3 12.01 Mb
Sophie Nixdorf - Kiko (Original Mix) / Key Gm, BPM 130, 6:35, MP3 15.88 Mb
Soul& - Ain't No Beauty (Original Mix) / Key G, BPM 116, 4:27, MP3 11.03 Mb
Soul& - All The Doors Are Open (Original Mix) / Key A, BPM 95, 6:08, MP3 15.10 Mb
Soul& - Someday We Will Win (Original Mix) / Key G, BPM 102, 5:31, MP3 13.62 Mb
Soul& - The Sailor (Original Mix) / Key Bm, BPM 129, 3:23, MP3 8.47 Mb
Soul& - Those Blue Eyes (Mata Biru) (Original Mix) / Key G, BPM 112, 3:39, MP3 9.14 Mb
Soul& - War (Original Mix) / Key Am, BPM 95, 4:36, MP3 11.42 Mb
Spaces Between - LaVey (Original Mix) / Key D, BPM 120, 5:12, MP3 12.58 Mb
Spaces Between - Lineside (Original Mix) / Key Em, BPM 141, 4:09, MP3 10.08 Mb
Spaces Between - Summer 94 (Original Mix) / Key Am, BPM 165, 3:07, MP3 7.59 Mb
Spaces Between - Wilgefortis (Original Mix) / Key G, BPM 122, 3:04, MP3 7.46 Mb
Speedman, Techno Cats, Hyper Hamster - Dirty Talk (Extended Mix) / Key Abm, BPM 148, 3:47, MP3 9.37 Mb
Speedman, Techno Cats, Hyper Hamster - Dirty Talk (Original Mix) / Key Abm, BPM 148, 2:25, MP3 6.10 Mb
Spektrx - Chaoswave (Original Mix) / Key Abm, BPM 133, 6:32, MP3 15.90 Mb
Spektrx - Confusion (Original Mix) / Key Dm, BPM 131, 6:53, MP3 16.72 Mb
Spektrx - Particulas (Original Mix) / Key C, BPM 133, 7:16, MP3 17.63 Mb
Spring Rolls - Architecture Conceptuelle (Original Mix) / Key Ebm, BPM 130, 5:55, MP3 14.58 Mb
Spring Rolls - Etude Preliminaire (Original Mix) / Key Abm, BPM 121, 2:59, MP3 7.53 Mb
Spring Rolls - L'Invitation (Original Mix) / Key Em, BPM 135, 5:21, MP3 13.21 Mb
Spring Rolls - La Porte Derobee (Original Mix) / Key Bm, BPM 131, 7:05, MP3 17.38 Mb
Spring Rolls - Mixture Melodique (Original Mix) / Key Bm, BPM 134, 6:13, MP3 15.28 Mb
Spring Rolls - Une Balade Sournoise (Original Mix) / Key Ebm, BPM 128, 6:45, MP3 16.58 Mb
Spring Rolls - Vibration Harcelante (Original Mix) / Key Gm, BPM 134, 6:27, MP3 15.85 Mb
Spring Rolls - Violence Percussive (Original Mix) / Key Bbm, BPM 134, 5:44, MP3 14.14 Mb
Squeeze DJ, Vito Raisi - Analog Aura Adventure (Explorer Mix) / Key Dm, BPM 126, 6:38, MP3 16.16 Mb
Squeeze DJ, Vito Raisi - Analog Aura Adventure (Original Mix) / Key Dm, BPM 126, 6:51, MP3 16.70 Mb
Stagz Jazz, Da Vynalist - Soft Landing (Original Mix) / Key Ebm, BPM 116, 6:54, MP3 16.91 Mb
Stefre Roland - Close Your Eyes (Original Mix) / Key Am, BPM 120, 3:18, MP3 8.13 Mb
Step2Sun - Dance With Me (Original Mix) / Key Abm, BPM 130, 7:13, MP3 17.51 Mb
Step2Sun - Nice, Very Nice (Original Mix) / Key Dbm, BPM 128, 7:07, MP3 17.24 Mb
Steven Liquid - Sunset Coast (Sunny Island Freaks Remix) / Key Abm, BPM 124, 6:01, MP3 14.74 Mb
Stoked - It's the Groove (Original Mix) / Key Dbm, BPM 132, 6:02, MP3 14.60 Mb
Stoned Chicken - Mood Developer (Original Mix) / Key Dm, BPM 126, 6:10, MP3 14.84 Mb
Store P - Det Kunne Begynt Å Brenne (Boge Remix) / Key Abm, BPM 127, 4:13, MP3 10.37 Mb
Subcisco - Reset (Original Mix) / Key Gm, BPM 124, 3:25, MP3 8.40 Mb
Sunlounger, Betafish - Beachwalk (Original Mix) / Key Am, BPM 160, 3:22, MP3 8.37 Mb
Supaderb - The Days (Original Mix) / Key Cm, BPM 126, 5:36, MP3 13.59 Mb
Super-Secret - Cappuccino (Original Mix) / Key Bm, BPM 126, 5:36, MP3 13.60 Mb
Super-Secret - FrenchDarkProg (Original Mix) / Key Bm, BPM 126, 6:06, MP3 14.81 Mb
Super-Secret - Mister Techno Cox (Original Mix) / Key Bm, BPM 126, 6:06, MP3 14.81 Mb
Svarog - Psalm (Original Mix) / Key Abm, BPM 131, 6:07, MP3 14.80 Mb
Sven Neawolf - In meinen Gedanken (Original Mix) / Key Am, BPM 160, 3:57, MP3 9.66 Mb
Sven Nielsen - You (Andy Lizard Pres. LZD Melodia Remix) / Key Gm, BPM 124, 6:43, MP3 16.50 Mb
Sven Nielsen - You (Andy Lizard Pres. LZD Melodia Vocal Intro Edit) / Key Gm, BPM 124, 6:46, MP3 16.61 Mb
Sven Vath, Gregor Tresher - Flashback (Original Mix) / Key Dbm, BPM 135, 7:14, MP3 17.85 Mb
Sven Wegner - Rollercoast (Original Mix) / Key Bbm, BPM 120, 5:17, MP3 12.82 Mb
Swomp - Balance (Original Mix) / Key Cm, BPM 145, 2:59, MP3 7.43 Mb
Sym Bioz - Celestial (Original Mix) / Key Am, BPM 132, 6:36, MP3 16.18 Mb
Sym Bioz - Cerebral (Original Mix) / Key A, BPM 132, 6:42, MP3 16.40 Mb
Sym Bioz - Disinhibition (Original Mix) / Key Am, BPM 132, 6:40, MP3 16.32 Mb
Sym Bioz - Latency (Original Mix) / Key Am, BPM 132, 6:38, MP3 16.25 Mb
Sym Bioz - Megahertz (Original Mix) / Key Am, BPM 132, 6:40, MP3 16.32 Mb
Sym Bioz - Ultra (Original Mix) / Key Am, BPM 132, 6:38, MP3 16.25 Mb
T.Markakis - 1979 (Original Mix) / Key D, BPM 123, 5:20, MP3 13.06 Mb
T.Markakis - Deeper Thoughts (Original Mix) / Key Em, BPM 123, 7:09, MP3 17.44 Mb
THE.PROVIDER - Resonate (Original Mix) / Key Dm, BPM 135, 6:12, MP3 15.13 Mb
TRFN - Plain Jane (Original Mix) / Key Abm, BPM 145, 2:16, MP3 5.98 Mb
TURN X - Nine Is God (Original Mix) / Key Am, BPM 123, 6:06, MP3 14.92 Mb
Takairo Oishi - Beyond the Odd Grid (Original Mix) / Key Dm, BPM 138, 6:44, MP3 16.37 Mb
That Kid Chris - Tonight (Apache Tribal Mix (Remastered)) / Key A, BPM 134, 9:03, MP3 21.87 Mb
That Kid Chris, DJ Mada - That's It! (Hyperdrive Mix (Remastered)) / Key Am, BPM 134, 8:22, MP3 20.23 Mb
The Bestseller - Moments (Extended Mix) / Key Am, BPM 114, 3:52, MP3 9.53 Mb
The Bossline - Take It (Ibiza Chill Mix) / Key Ebm, BPM 114, 2:36, MP3 6.52 Mb
The Dudes [COL] - Colera (Original Mix) / Key Ebm, BPM 130, 6:39, MP3 16.12 Mb
The Dudes [COL] - La Libertad (Original Mix) / Key Gm, BPM 126, 6:13, MP3 15.08 Mb
The Notwist, What Are People For? - illusions (Original Mix) / Key Em, BPM 159, 4:47, MP3 11.77 Mb
The Phantom (CR) - Do You Remember Love (Original Mix) / Key Gm, BPM 132, 7:26, MP3 17.94 Mb
The Phantom (CR) - Tribu (Original Mix) / Key Em, BPM 128, 5:53, MP3 14.23 Mb
The Populists - Step Inside (Original Mix) / Key Fm, BPM 127, 6:53, MP3 16.84 Mb
The Regular Guy - Everlasting Love (Original Mix) / Key Dm, BPM 124, 6:47, MP3 16.51 Mb
The Sleeper, Lju Je - Pod Room (Original Mix) / Key Bm, BPM 120, 8:23, MP3 20.29 Mb
Theodor Nabuurs - Feels Like High (Original Mix) / Key Gm, BPM 125, 4:58, MP3 12.26 Mb
Thomas Baumhauer - Juno (Original Mix) / Key Abm, BPM 125, 5:22, MP3 13.10 Mb
Thorkell Máni, 2 HANDS - Yellow Jacket Boys (Addi Stefansson Remix) / Key Em, BPM 128, 5:44, MP3 14.11 Mb
Thorkell Máni, 2 HANDS - Yellow Jacket Boys (G.Roy Remix) / Key Fm, BPM 126, 6:10, MP3 15.15 Mb
Thorkell Máni, 2 HANDS - Yellow Jacket Boys (SKYN Remix) / Key Gm, BPM 94, 6:02, MP3 14.83 Mb
Tier Ra Nichi - Beats & Rhythm (Original Version) / Key Fm, BPM 120, 7:28, MP3 18.15 Mb
Tier Ra Nichi - Deeper, Let's Go (Let's Go Deeper Voxstrumental) / Key Gm, BPM 125, 5:38, MP3 13.75 Mb
Tier Ra Nichi - Lab In The Am (The Late Night Operation Imprint) / Key F, BPM 123, 6:46, MP3 16.48 Mb
Tier Ra Nichi - Mars On Tap (New Direction Instrumental Imprint) / Key Fm, BPM 125, 6:16, MP3 15.28 Mb
Tijn Driessen - In Bloei (Original Mix) / Key Am, BPM 118, 5:48, MP3 14.33 Mb
Tim Baresko, RAYZIR, Daniel Orpi - Takin' Over (Original Mix) / Key Dm, BPM 132, 5:25, MP3 13.19 Mb
Tim Olsson - Is It Really Love (Original Mix) / Key G, BPM 114, 2:01, MP3 5.40 Mb
Timothy Allen - Rapture (Extended Mix) / Key Gm, BPM 135, 5:40, MP3 13.75 Mb
Tokyo Cartel - Theme From Tokyo (Original Mix) / Key Am, BPM 122, 4:45, MP3 11.70 Mb
Tokyo T, Jay Cara - Do It Like Me (Original Mix) / Key Gm, BPM 128, 6:30, MP3 15.77 Mb
Tokyo T, Jay Cara - Tranquilao (Original Mix) / Key F#m, BPM 128, 6:38, MP3 16.07 Mb
Tomas Bisquierra - Beatz Up (Original Mix) / Key Abm, BPM 128, 6:04, MP3 14.93 Mb
Tommy Crash - Don't Sleep (Original Mix) / Key Abm, BPM 125, 4:40, MP3 11.34 Mb
Tommy Crash - Don't Tell Me Your Name (Original Mix) / Key C, BPM 126, 5:28, MP3 13.23 Mb
Tommy Crash - She Bad (Original Mix) / Key Cm, BPM 127, 5:45, MP3 13.94 Mb
Tony Deledda - Everybody (Original Mix) / Key Bbm, BPM 120, 5:46, MP3 13.94 Mb
Tony Deledda - Something Intense (Original Mix) / Key Abm, BPM 125, 6:43, MP3 16.23 Mb
Tony Ess - Just a Packet of Crisps (Original Mix) / Key Am, BPM 140, 5:29, MP3 13.32 Mb
Tony Postigo - Take It Over (Extended Mix) / Key Gm, BPM 124, 6:29, MP3 15.89 Mb
Tooloud - I Still Think About You (Original Mix) / Key D, BPM 125, 2:51, MP3 6.91 Mb
Toru S., Benign Polypupu - A Day Before My Birthday (Original Mix) / Key Em, BPM 124, 5:56, MP3 14.54 Mb
Tough Art - Caribean Swag (Extended Mix) / Key Bbm, BPM 129, 6:18, MP3 15.42 Mb
Tough Art - Ghetto (Extended Mix) / Key Em, BPM 128, 5:06, MP3 12.54 Mb
Traumer - Lemerci (Original Mix) / Key F#m, BPM 128, 6:25, MP3 15.64 Mb
Traumer - Rodage (Original Mix) / Key Am, BPM 127, 6:50, MP3 16.64 Mb
Tree Threes - Change with Me (Original Mix) / Key E, BPM 121, 5:56, MP3 14.32 Mb
Tree Threes - Stone Turned (Original Mix) / Key Bm, BPM 124, 6:07, MP3 14.79 Mb
Treibsand - Muchacho (Original Mix) / Key Fm, BPM 128, 5:46, MP3 14.20 Mb
Tren - Closing Loop (Original Mix) / Key F#, BPM 118, 4:45, MP3 11.66 Mb
Tren - Essays in Idleness (Original Mix) / Key Em, BPM 124, 4:43, MP3 11.57 Mb
Tren - Tensor (Original Mix) / Key Am, BPM 124, 5:45, MP3 14.05 Mb
Trentemøller - A Different Light (Original Mix) / Key D, BPM 130, 5:50, MP3 14.22 Mb
Tripolism - Good Times (Extended Mix) / Key Gm, BPM 122, 6:21, MP3 15.38 Mb
Truncate - Remember (Original Mix) / Key Gm, BPM 138, 5:08, MP3 12.64 Mb
Truncate - Remember (V2) / Key Gm, BPM 142, 4:46, MP3 11.78 Mb
Truncate - That Chord Again (Original Mix) / Key F#m, BPM 142, 4:35, MP3 11.32 Mb
Tueba - Last Forever (Original Mix) / Key Bbm, BPM 128, 2:23, MP3 5.90 Mb
Tumbian - Kulya (HUGEhands Remix) / Key Abm, BPM 125, 6:20, MP3 15.41 Mb
Tumbian - Kulya (Leeman Brothers Remix) / Key Cm, BPM 124, 5:54, MP3 14.37 Mb
Tumbian - Kulya (Original Mix) / Key Ab, BPM 126, 5:08, MP3 12.53 Mb
Twin Scream - Que Soy (Extended Mix) / Key Ebm, BPM 126, 3:57, MP3 9.74 Mb
Twin Scream - Que Soy (Original Mix) / Key Ebm, BPM 126, 2:58, MP3 7.40 Mb
Tydra - Touchdown (Original Mix) / Key Am, BPM 130, 4:28, MP3 11.06 Mb
UMIIN - Fraction (Das Ton Remix) / Key Cm, BPM 115, 5:17, MP3 12.92 Mb
UMIIN - Fraction (Original Mix) / Key Dm, BPM 108, 5:29, MP3 13.40 Mb
Uncertain - Close (Original Mix) / Key Dm, BPM 143, 4:29, MP3 10.83 Mb
Uncertain - Different (Original Mix) / Key Gm, BPM 140, 5:07, MP3 12.36 Mb
Uncertain - Donna (Mark Broom Remix) / Key Gm, BPM 143, 4:02, MP3 9.74 Mb
Uncertain - Donna (Original Mix) / Key Bbm, BPM 143, 4:32, MP3 10.96 Mb
Uncertain - Extreme (Original Mix) / Key Gm, BPM 141, 4:06, MP3 9.89 Mb
Uncertain - Physical (Original Mix) / Key Am, BPM 141, 4:20, MP3 10.46 Mb
VDMV, Then Ruloks - Trust (Original Mix) / Key Em, BPM 140, 6:23, MP3 15.58 Mb
VE/RA - All Night (Original Mix) / Key Abm, BPM 93, 5:14, MP3 12.84 Mb
VNDM - Flash (Original Mix) / Key Abm, BPM 135, 6:03, MP3 14.76 Mb
VNDM - Look at Me (Original Mix) / Key Em, BPM 131, 4:48, MP3 11.76 Mb
Valentino Favetta - Shake That (Original Mix) / Key Abm, BPM 125, 3:35, MP3 8.81 Mb
Valjus - Luxury Vacation (Original Mix) / Key Gm, BPM 120, 5:36, MP3 13.70 Mb
Vallilo - Get Money (Original Mix) / Key Am, BPM 129, 5:17, MP3 13.10 Mb
Vandermann - Lifeline (Original Mix) / Key Dbm, BPM 132, 4:33, MP3 11.18 Mb
Vanillaz - Lets Get Lost (Freudenthal Remix) (Original Mix) / Key F#m, BPM 124, 7:05, MP3 17.30 Mb
Vanstone - Close to Me (Club Mix) / Key Gm, BPM 125, 5:19, MP3 13.36 Mb
Victor Moreno - Paradise (Original Mix) / Key Dm, BPM 124, 7:14, MP3 17.54 Mb
Vier Equis - Mentor (Original Mix) / Key Gm, BPM 120, 8:40, MP3 21.14 Mb
Villano - Back to the Oldschool (Extended Mix) / Key Abm, BPM 128, 5:03, MP3 12.17 Mb
Villano - Back to the Oldschool (Original Mix) / Key Abm, BPM 128, 4:16, MP3 10.31 Mb
Vinback, JUNAR, Madaë - Everything (Original Mix) / Key Fm, BPM 150, 3:00, MP3 7.69 Mb
Vincentsnap - N'oublie Pas (Original Mix) / Key Am, BPM 124, 8:48, MP3 21.38 Mb
Vinsent D. Vanitas - Splatter Spread (Original Mix) / Key Gm, BPM 145, 5:23, MP3 13.36 Mb
Visage Music, Ragie Ban - Time After Time (Extended Mix) / Key Em, BPM 124, 5:29, MP3 13.43 Mb
Vitorino - Alchemy (Original Mix) / Key Gm, BPM 141, 5:02, MP3 12.70 Mb
Vitorino - Dark Tape (Original Mix) / Key Am, BPM 146, 4:56, MP3 12.45 Mb
Vitorino - Isolate (Original Mix) / Key Abm, BPM 147, 4:51, MP3 12.24 Mb
Vitorino - Red (Original Mix) / Key Bbm, BPM 144, 4:56, MP3 12.45 Mb
Vitorino - Survive (Original Mix) / Key Am, BPM 140, 5:02, MP3 12.68 Mb
Vitorino - Time Machine (Original Mix) / Key Dbm, BPM 146, 5:22, MP3 13.50 Mb
Vittorio Brena - Rimini By Night (Original Mix) / Key Ebm, BPM 126, 5:41, MP3 13.73 Mb
Vittorio Brena - Start (Original Mix) / Key Em, BPM 126, 6:20, MP3 15.29 Mb
Vivaro, BLOTE - Penthouse (Extended) / Key Cm, BPM 126, 3:49, MP3 9.54 Mb
Vivienne WU - Rave All Night (Original Mix) / Key Am, BPM 138, 6:02, MP3 14.67 Mb
Vivienne WU - You Forgot Who I Am (Original Mix) / Key Em, BPM 140, 5:36, MP3 13.64 Mb
Volodia Rizak - Shaker (Original Mix) / Key Ebm, BPM 130, 6:02, MP3 15.04 Mb
Voost - Drums (Extended Mix) / Key Gm, BPM 128, 5:38, MP3 13.99 Mb
Vortex - Auto Erotica (Original Mix) / Key Bm, BPM 127, 7:27, MP3 18.05 Mb
Vortex - Garuda (Original Mix) / Key Dbm, BPM 128, 7:38, MP3 18.51 Mb
Vortex - Pressed (Original Mix) / Key Em, BPM 122, 7:28, MP3 18.09 Mb
Vortex - Salt (Original Mix) / Key Fm, BPM 126, 5:27, MP3 13.25 Mb
Vortex - Shard (Original Mix) / Key Am, BPM 128, 7:16, MP3 17.61 Mb
Vortex - The Fly (Original Mix) / Key Em, BPM 127, 6:34, MP3 15.94 Mb
WONGA, Sohowt - Enter The Rave (Original Mix) / Key Ebm, BPM 138, 5:28, MP3 13.40 Mb
Wally Lopez, German Brigante, Sarah Carter - Touch (German Brigante Extended Mix) / Key Ebm, BPM 123, 5:38, MP3 13.60 Mb
Wally Lopez, German Brigante, Sarah Carter - Touch (German Brigante Instrumental) / Key Ebm, BPM 123, 5:38, MP3 13.60 Mb
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Lately whenever I kill a player that seems really good, doing crazy movement all over, somebody that was beaming and hitting every shot, whatever, I’ll kill them and the millisecond my last bullet will hit, my whole game will freeze for a second on that frame of me hitting them, and my whole game will crash. Then I’ll have to restart my whole game, and if I’m in ranked, I’ll often just reconnect to the same match I closed out of. Is this somebody cheating, is it just a setting I have with the game?? I don’t just experience crashes normally, these particular scenarios are the only time really.
And it’ll be at times I feel like I got lucky and didn’t deserve to kill these guys almost, like when I’ll get a lucky headshot with a wingman, hit like a 110 with a peacekeeper and down somebody; one time I snuck up on a caustic that was standing around looting and the second I shot him, he 180’d around and nearly one clipped me when I was behind cover and he was in the open, and it’s always the most suspicious people that my game crashes after killing; like they have a failsafe or something for if they lose their fights

So, if you survived the southern campasak, for So, if you survived the southern campasak, for a moment I didn't think you would, I mean, no one will judge you for eating that berry, there isn't much food but luckily no kogen noticed you (those birds are very annoying and we don't have rules for avoid them) but fortunately you managed to cross the river and now you find yourself in this dense forest And we have rules
South-central Campasak, this is the smallest region of Campasak so it shouldn't take you more than a couple of days to get out of here, South-central Campasak is a very dense and dark forest so it is home to many creatures and we will have to give each one their own rules
Rules for south-central campasak
Rule 1: When you reach the shore, push the boat back to the other shore, it will be the fault of other travelers (the villagers have great power over this area and will be very angry if their canoe does not appear)
Rule 2: when you enter the forest you will see that it is very dark but NOTHING IN THE WORLD should you use a light source, this forest is FULL of entities and the only thing that prevents them from attacking you is that they do not see you
Rule 3: Stay silent, just like bats, the entities in this forest have almost perfect hearing so any sound louder than a breath will be heard, this includes sighs.
Rule 4: to minimize noise I recommend that almost your entire journey be crawling on the floor, this way you minimize the noise
Rule 4a: if when you crawl you feel a very slippery "slime" on the floor, you are VERY LUCKY, it means that the rule 10 tree of Campasak Sur liked you too much and decided to help you by spreading its roots and making a path with its sap, If this happens to you, simply jump on the sap as if it were a slide and move forward, you will leave here and reach Campasak center (if this happens, ignore the rest of the rules).
Rule 5: If at any time you hear the tick-tack sound similar to that of a bomb, get up from the ground and run, it doesn't matter if you make noise, the rest of the creatures have too much time for it and will forget about you for a while.
Rule 5a: the creature that generates this sound is known as "the tick" and is the most dangerous entity in this area, it is a kind of "robot", a mountain experiment that went very wrong and escaped to Campasak, if you want know its appearance is similar to a cannon with a large round head on top with eyes that reflect pure hatred, to attack its head detaches itself from its body in a disturbing movement and destroys everything in its path
Rule 6: if tick catches you (with his detached head he bites you and grabs your arm) quickly tell him that you destroyed the village on the bank of the river in Campasak Sur, he hates its inhabitants and will go to check if you really destroyed it, After this you have about 4 days to leave Campasak Sur, (tick is quite slow) before he reaches the village and realizes that it is a lie, when he realizes that you lied to him he will get very angry and ask the trees about your location (trees are also an entity) and will come towards you, if it finds you it will bite your head off.
Rule 7: If the tick catches you after you lied to it if you followed rule 6a, and you manage to free yourself (no one knows how the hell this is achieved) there is a greater than 0 chance that you will hear crows singing, if this happens do the Whatever happens to yourself and whatever god you worship, the trees have become angry with you and in a few minutes they will stick their sharp roots into you and you will die. The only way to save yourself from this is for the scenario in 4a to happen to you.
Rule 7a: in fact "the explorer" left central-south Campasak thanks to rule 7 and just suffered rule 4a moment I didn't think you would, I mean, no one will judge you for eating that berry, there isn't much food but luckily no kogen noticed you (those birds are very annoying and we don't have rules for avoid them) but fortunately you managed to cross the river and now you find yourself in this dense forest And we have rules
South-central Campasak, this is the smallest region of Campasak so it shouldn't take you more than a couple of days to get out of here, South-central Campasak is a very dense and dark forest so it is home to many creatures and we will have to give each one their own rules
Rules for south-central campasak
Rule 1: When you reach the shore, push the boat back to the other shore, it will be help other travelers (the villagers have great power over this area and will be very angry if their canoe does not appear)
Rule 2: when you enter the forest you will see that it is very dark but NOTHING IN THE WORLD should you use a light source, this forest is FULL of entities and the only thing that prevents them from attacking you is that they do not see you
Rule 3: Stay silent, just like bats, the entities in this forest have almost perfect hearing so any sound louder than a breath will be heard, this includes sighs.
Rule 4: to minimize noise I recommend that almost your entire journey be crawling on the floor, this way you minimize the noise
Rule 4a: if when you crawl you feel a very slippery "slime" on the floor, you are VERY LUCKY, it means that the rule 10 tree of Campasak Sur liked you too much and decided to help you by spreading its roots and making a path with its sap, If this happens to you, simply jump on the sap as if it were a slide and move forward, you will leave here and reach Campasak center (if this happens, ignore the rest of the rules).
Rule 5: If at any time you hear the tick-tack sound similar to that of a bomb, get up from the ground and run, it doesn't matter if you make noise, the rest of the creatures have too much fear for it and will forget about you for a while.
Rule 5a: the creature that generates this sound is known as "the tick" and is the most dangerous entity in this area, it is a kind of "robot", a mountain experiment that went very wrong and escaped to Campasak, if you want know its appearance is similar to a cannon with a large round head on top with eyes that reflect pure hatred, to attack its head detaches itself from its body in a disturbing movement and destroys everything in its path
Rule 6: if tick catches you (with his detached head he bites you and grabs your arm) quickly tell him that you destroyed the village on the bank of the river in Campasak Sur, he hates its inhabitants and will go to check if you really destroyed it, After this you have about 4 days to leave Campasak Sur, (tick is quite slow) before he reaches the village and realizes that it is a lie, when he realizes that you lied to him he will get very angry and ask the trees about your location (trees are also an entity) and will come towards you, if it finds you it will bite your head off.
Rule 7: If the tick catches you after you lied to it if you followed rule 6a, and you manage to free yourself (no one knows how the hell this is achieved) there is a greater than 0 chance that you will hear crows singing, if this happens do the Whatever happens to yourself and whatever god you worship, the trees have become angry with you and in a few minutes they will stick their sharp roots into you and you will die. The only way to save yourself from this is for the scenario in 4a to happen to you.
Rule 7a: in fact "the explorer" left central-south Campasak thanks to rule 7 and just suffered rule 4a
Rule 8: If you hear the sound of sizzling, behind you. You have 60 seconds to get up and climb the nearest tree, when you are at the top close your eyes and count to 200, after this you can go down and continue with your trip, FOR NOTHING IN THE WORLD DO YOU OPEN YOUR EYES or you will see the sky of Campasak center -south, there are certain things that are not meant to be seen and one of these is the sky of this area of Campasak, if you open your eyes you will lose your sanity in a few minutes and you will become one of the things that hang from the trees (Did you really think they were fruits?)
Rule 9: if you see a person in the distance with a top hat, come closer, he is Joaquin, he is an ancient aristocrat who owned these lands before the "incident" that gave rise to all the barbarism that inhabits these lands
Rule 9a: when you arrive with Joaquin he will start a conversation with you (talk to him, he will help you regain your sanity) if he likes you he will invite you to his house, if not just continue on your way
Rule 9b: if he invites you to he's house, get up and follow him, his house is a very large old mansion from the 1700s, the servants of the house are trees that are at Joaquin's service and do the tasks through their roots ( For some reason the mansion is full of them) Joaquin will invite you to eat (eat everything you want, his food is delicious) then say goodbye and leave
Rule 10: no matter which path you follow, due to the geography of the place, for some reason you will always arrive at the same place when leaving Campasak central-south.
Rule 11: after about 6 days of crawling you will reach a large desert full of strange palm trees, this is Campasak center and you will be able to get up and continue your journey
Rule 11a: if you arrive at the desert but find that it has no palm trees and has a blood red sky, hide at the bottom of the small stream that will appear (also drink a lot of water, you will need it) and close your eyes, the abominations of the forest are doing a last attempt to catch you (probably being warned by the trees)
Rule 11b: after a while you will feel that the stream dries up and when it is completely dry open your eyes and everything will be normal and you can continue your trip
This area is FULL OF ENTITIES but thanks to the darkness and crawling on the ground you will get rid of a large part
After this you will reach Campasak Centro and it has its own set of rules, although it is safer than Campasak Centro Sur
RULES FOR CAMPASAK CENTER UNDER CONSTRUCTION🏗
PS, this is my second story here and I think it's a big improvement.

I'm very new to this "community", I haven't began any prepping, I'm not even necessarily convinced any true SHTF scenario will happen in our lifetimes at least in not some of the more extreme scenarios I've read, but I do read some of the posts here and some of you are stocked immensely which is great but in reality, how long could you actually survive if you were forced to collect a single normal sized bag, get in your car, drive to a more remote area until likely your car is out of gas and hold out until society either chilled out or until things were calm enough to return home?
Not all of us have property in the mountains somewhere or live in a remote area, some of us live in a big city or in an apartment, the only option some like myself would have is just drive in some direction in whatever I could fit in my car.
Just thinking outlaid I suppose.

It's bean maybe 20 years ago on TV. A young woman live in the sort of closed city in the middle of desert. Everyone has their own capsule or dream machine, which allows them to have a simulation of their dreams. Woman is a bit tired of it and what's to talk to her mother, who is dreaming of being great opera singer or actress, so girl gets in her dream to talk to her mother, but she just want to stay in a dream. Somehow girl gets out and it's all desert. There she meets a guy, who survives there and I don't remember the rest.

It's been a month and our tier set at max ilvl is a significant downgrade in everything that isn't full single target, even there it's only a slight dps increase. We voted on tier sets based on what Blizzard told us, that tier sets would be brought up to current gear's power level. This just hasn't been done and it's a bit ridiculous that balance got their set fixed, when survival was much worse than balance ever was, not to mention destro buffs when they were already incredibly good. Survival is now by far the worst spec in the game comparing against all roles, and all it would take to fix a lot of the problems survival has is to do what was supposed to be done in the first place, buff the tier set. Sorry for the rant, but it's frustrating being lied to.

The video I'm going to share here is highly relevant to the train of thought in this discussion
It's a letter from someone who understands the geopolitical implications of major religions and awnsers a difficult question that many people have about individual spirituality, the church, and other things. To ignore this element of objective reality is to be ignorant.
https://youtu.be/ZZZGfgVeruA?si=cRPrdeou1TAUmBBi
I posit that this individual spiritual reflection is highly relevant to the study of ufos and their implications to this day. (I do not advocate or align with a specific religion or organization so this post is purely in relation to the coverup of UFO information by both the Vatican and the MIC and I make direct claims about this connection later in the post) Many people argue about things they don't understand here because western society has discarded spiritual learning as useless to the modern life. The oppisite couldn't be more true when considering the phenomenon.
This person in 1933 without the internet sat down and probably awnsered 80% of your questions that could not any more relevant today as they were in 1933. This reflection about how the phenomenon may be connected to history is instrumental to the study of UFOs and I also posit that if you try to parrot the idea that the phenomenon has no spiritual basis then you aren't considering the plethora of evidence and history that suggests otherwise.
Another way to put this entire post; something covered in the video, the Vatican was not just a church in times like the 1930s. The political manuvering of the catholic church was unmatched by any other body of people on earth. The pope effectively became a defacto dictator over Europe and the reality is the only major time this control was seriously disrupted was during WW2. The UFO secrecy was properly implemented by the united states government after WW2.
If you think; that American intelligence figures like Allen Dulles didn't have the support of the Vatican to do that; you are patently incorrect. Avery Dulles was an important figure in the catholic church, and he had regular contact with Allen Dulles.
To the point; that Allen Dulles left Avery his armored car in his will.
Allen Dulles attended Averys priesthood ceremony despite John Foster Dulles viewing the church unfavorably. Despite Allan's personal beleifs about the Vatican led to himself being unaligned with the catholic church.
(If you Google information about all of these things you'll find them easily enough)
This suggests that Avery Dulles and Allen Dulles were close; and that's essentially a direct line between the American national security apparatus and the Vatican as it wss forming and directly after when their shadiest stuff went down.
Imagine all the clandestine possibilities of having a cousin who's important in the catholic church in the 40s, now imagine your destined to become the first civilian director of the CIA.
So yeah. What the Vatican says is highly relevant to the coverup of UFOs. The person above understood why it was relevant to understand what the catholic church was up to when it was really hard to aquire this persepctive.
Its written in a way that will shock some western audiences when heard. It's done in a way that doesn't force an idea or an ideal; just lays out the issues and their responce. The Vatican saying not our job is a sign that they are ready to take the backseat and fade into non existence as democratization of individualized spiritual learning becomes commonplace. I see it as great they decided to mostly stay out of it. The person in the above video could sparsely imagine a reality in which the church would not suppress new ideas. That's how much it's changed in a short 90 years.
It's no longer the Vatican, or any organized religions job to help discern objective reality and they cautiously acknowledged that in their most recent statements. Probably one of the most historic moments in the Vaticans history when you look at things from a distance.
In the same way; it's not any governments job either.
It's YOUR job (yes whoever you are reading) to advance your knowledge and understanding of the coverup so it can be undone and properly reconciled. A natural part of this process is spiritual information and you become truly ignorant and lost without this consideration on your plate.
I posit that if you really want disclosure get off your ass and do something to make that happen. Learn something. Talk to someone. Do something that actually moves the topic forward and if your the type of person to squabble with others let it go. It'll never do what you think it will do and I've learned this lesson squabbling with other people.
All the pieces to disclosure exist in the public domain; yet the organization of putting together the puzzle has been muddled by governments and religions alike. It's your job to do the hard work to overcome these roadblocks and accomplish our goals for the world we want to live in. If you want to see the coverup become undone; express your own individual creative way of doing so.
All of us doing that will have what we all want here done in short order.
Complaining that xyz person/entity isn't doing or saying what you want or the conversation isn't going the way you want will never get us there because that's what's been done all along, for hundreds maybe thousands of years. Negative forces that would love to see it kept from the general public feed off this disagreement and confusion.
Individualized spiritual reflection on humans greatest questions and mysteries will accomplish something.
Let's leverage some modern ways of thinking and action to solve these issues shall we? Let's invent something new. The church and governments both have alot less control over who you choose to be, depending on where you live, than they did in 1933.
The study of these institutions has become easy online. You no longer have to align with any organization period to compile information that others may find of intellectual value(as evidenced in this post) so why not do it?
Why not tackle humanity's greatest struggle, I earnestly ask what other solution is there for the complicated situation we have on earth where these conflicts between institutions are threating to destroy us all ?
What's your excuse for not understanding it all and figuring out what to do? There is none and you must if we plan to survive as a species. Not someone else; you.
In the same way you can't shoulder off responsibility for your own actions and be a responsible person; you cannot claim you want disclosure and not be willing to consider the full puzzle. It's a complicated, multidisciplinary topic that requires a serious level of deep thought about subjects beyond science and physically viewing a UFO.
Thanks for reading and I wanna make a short comment on the progress of my 1933 magenta crash research in case any of you care. This subject has turned out to be the most complicated thing I've ever attempted to research in my whole life. I've taken in alot of information from so many sources that they often swim together.
One thing is clear; I'm very close to confirming key details about the case from the American perspective, not so much from the Italian perspective. I want to be very careful and considerate of all parties involved to make sure what I posit as my final conclusions are well rounded and worth the time and energy I've put into this process. Some Italian expertise on the matter would be greatly welcomed so if that's you please reach out; I have many questions.
So yeah it's still not done lol. I'm going along at a reasonable pace ; and I expect to arrive at a place where I'm comfortable sharing it all very soon.
Also you dont have to trust me on anything related to the case the Google doc in my other post is alive, so if you haven't checked it in a while and are looking for more details on the case, it is a great resource for looking into different elements of history that surround it and obtaining obscure details.
The length of that document is going to accelerate shortly so if you care keep an eye on it; anything new in that Doc is a great way to keep track of where the research on the case is headed.
Cheers all, may this next week bring around some better news than this last week. The tone and content of Elizondo's comment on Matt Ford's show the other night caused me great concern. Sending love to all the brave souls who are involved in helping our species through this mess.

Hello hello! I'm Alex and this time I'm looking to do a story set in the Star Wars galaxy. Before I dive into any discussion of potential plots I'd like first to go over some important stuff; firstly, I'm only looking to do rps with people 18 or older, for a variety of reasons. Also, I only want to do anything with people who are confident in being relatively literate. By relatively literate I mean that one has a good grasp of the English language and can be expected to right at least a few, quality, paragraphs. I've done RPs where replies are over 1000 words, but I'm totally fine if the average replies are less than that. I'm just specifying to explain my interests. For rapid fire stuff: I'm queer, my pronouns are he/they, I'm ND, and I'm a student.
Now, for the plot. To start: I'm VERY familiar with Star Wars legends and canon. I don't have too much of a plot, but I do know I want to strictly avoid playing established characters. Other than that, it's very broad. I do require playing multiple characters, because either me doing everything or just having two characters is extremely boring.
I envision the plot as, rather than following just a small group, instead playing out by using a variety of different characters in distinct scenes. As in, focused more on the ensemble element. I am fine with mains.
Note: lead with information, absolutely do not just say "hey." If you have a question do not ask to ask for a question. Include the phrase "Nerf herder."
As far as setting preferences go, I prefer the Imperial Era, but I am fine with doing something based in the Old/High Republic, or Clone Wars. If you have any characters or ideas about any setting, feel free to shoot something over.
Assuming it's the Imperial Era:
(At the end of the this section is an actual scenario. This is just me saying some potential characters).
I adore Saw Gerrera and his insurrection. The idea of playing freedom fighters against the Empire is massively appealing, especially with how broad it could get: imperial turncoats, former prisoners, Jedi, Mandalorians. Anything, really. They'd fight back against the Empire, always on the run and striking at different locations.
There's also the very important potential of playing as the Empire itself. I think playing members of the Inquisition could be really fun, or as Imperial explorers in the Navy. Or as Stormtroopers on an important mission.
And Mandalorians, of course, are fun and important. Playing as a surviving Mandalorian clan, maybe trying to make a New Mandalore by conquering a planet, or just going fully nomadic.
Or maybe the Mandalorians and Jedis instead take on the life of the frontier. Instead of fighting the Empire tooth and nail they move to some unimportant planet and settle down, perhaps making a farm.
Playing as criminals could be really neat too. Trying to work around the Empire and the rebels to carve out their own fortune.
In the first years following the proclamation of the Galactic Empire it had met its fiercest resistances, but it seemed that it only got stronger by the day. Every day hundreds more ships would be launched, every day thousands more soldiers would be deployed, every day millions more credits were raised for war. Every planet that dared to resist was violently conquered and incorporated into an ever expanding war machine, bent more on the pacification of the Galaxy than being a civilian government. Any who would've dared to resist the new state were mostly regarded to be fools. Even the Jedi, once bastions of the Republic, were either slaughtered with brutal efficiency or hunted down with ruthless intent.
Any who would survive long found themselves, in general, on the fringes or Imperial power. One such region where the Imperial power was the least felt was the Galactic Frontier. Especially in the time when the Empire was more hungry to pacify those insurgents in the Core and Mid Rim.
On the very edge of the Galactic Frontier was a near empty planet. Named Cabur, from the Mando'a for "guardian." It had been named such because in centuries past, during the Mandalorian Wars, the planet had been shelter and, in a way, a "protector" of many Mandalorians. Following the defeat of the Mandoa'ade the planet was settled by a few clans, becoming a small exclave of Mandalorians, rather far away from Mand'alor. Over time more non-Mandalorians would settle on the planet; though they only really came to outnumber Mandalorians by the time of the Clone Wars. During the Clone Wars the planet did see a spike of many refugees evading the war.
During the Clone Wars the planet very nearly saw a battle erupt around it, but the residents, wanting to avoid war, secretly sabotaged the ships of both the CIS and Republic, causing them to crash on the planet. The droids of the CIS were reprogrammed and became commonplace across the planet while the clones were mostly all evacuated away over time.
That said, the crash still never caused much of a stir in the Galaxy. The planet was mostly rural, bar the mining on the planet- it was actually rather plentiful in natural resources, and was temperamental enough to support a large population.
But even trouble would find this fringe planet. After about half a decade of evading the Empire, that cruel state eventually found them. An Imperial Star Destroyer exited hyperspace right above the planet. But it wasn't just any ISD. Onboard were two very important factions: the ISB and the Inquisitorius. The planet was believed to be harboring both anti-Imperial guerrillas and Jedi.

The question was who can people see themselves surviving with for 5 years. The other choices are older characters, one being a white old lady and one seemingly like he’s a middle aged white vet. I do not remember the fourth. Anyway, multiple people in the comments are just talking about 1 and about how they’d have sex with her, or choosing her without explanation. It makes me ticked off how black women are so disrespected in the world, but if we’re up to be used like a piece of meat, we’re their first choice. It’s disgusting.

I’ve always hated the smell of gun oil. It clings to everything it touches, soaking deep into the fibers of my clothes, the lining of my backpack, the coarse hair on the back of my hands. Yet here I am, kneeling on the cracked linoleum of our mudroom, a Remington .308 laid across my thighs, and the stench of gun oil sharp in my nostrils. The early morning light barely scratches at the edges of the blinds, dim and gray like the belly of a dead fish.
My dad Frank is in the kitchen, clattering around with the coffeepot and mumbling under his breath. Today we’re heading up to the woods of Northern Michigan, same as we did every year before Leah… before we lost her.
I can’t help but feel the old scars throbbing as I load bullets into the magazine. It’s been ten years since that hunting trip, the one that tore my family into before and after. Before, when Leah's laughter was a constant soundtrack to our lives; after, when every silence was filled with her absence.
We were just kids back then. I was ten, Leah was eight. It was supposed to be a typical hunting trip, one of those bonding experiences Dad was always talking about. But things went wrong. We got separated from Dad somehow. One minute we were following him, the next we were lost, the dense woods closing in around us.
Dad says when he found me, I was huddled under a fallen tree, my eyes wide, my body frozen. All I could mutter through chattering teeth was "Dogman."
It was only later, after the search parties had combed through every thicket and hollow, that they found her. What remained of Leah was barely recognizable, the evidence of a brutal mauling undeniable. The authorities concluded it was likely a bear attack, but Dad... he never accepted that explanation. He had seen the tracks, too large and oddly shaped for any bear.
As I load another round, the memory flashes, unbidden and unwelcome. Large, hairy clawed hands reaching out towards us, impossibly big, grotesque in their form. Yet, the rest of the creature eludes me, a shadow just beyond the edge of my recall, leaving me with nothing but fragmented terrors and Leah’s haunting, echoing screams. My mind blocked most of it out, a self-defense mechanism, I guess.
For years after that day, sleep was a battleground. I'd wake up in strange places—kitchen floor, backyard, even at the edge of the nearby creek. My therapist said it was my mind's way of trying to resolve the unresolved, to wander back through the woods searching for Leah. But all I found in those sleepless nights was a deeper sense of loss.
It took time, a lot of therapy, and patience I didn't know I had, but the sleepwalking did eventually stop. I guess I started to find some semblance of peace.
I have mostly moved on with my life. The fragmentary memories of that day are still there, lurking in the corners of my mind, but they don’t dominate my thoughts like they used to. I just finished my sophomore year at Michigan State, majoring in Environmental Science.
As for Dad, the loss of Leah broke him. He became a shell of himself. It destroyed his marriage with Mom. He blamed himself for letting us out of his sight, for not protecting Leah. His life took on a single, consuming focus: finding the creature that killed her. He read every book, every article on cryptids and unexplained phenomena. He mapped sightings, connected dots across blurry photos and shaky testimonies of the Dogman.
But as the tenth anniversary of Leah’s death approaches, Dad's obsession has grown more intense. He’s started staying up late, poring over his maps and notes, muttering to himself about patterns and cycles. He’s convinced that the dogman reappears every ten years, and this is our window of opportunity to finally hunt it down.
I’m not nearly as convinced. The whole dogman thing seems like a coping mechanism, a way for Dad to channel his guilt and grief into something tangible, something he can fight against. But I decided to tag along on this trip, partly to keep an eye on him, partly because a small part of me hopes that maybe, just maybe, we’ll find some kind of closure out there in the woods.
I finish loading the rifle and set it aside, standing up to stretch my legs. I wipe my greasy hands on an old rag, trying to get rid of the smell. The early morning light is starting to seep into the room, casting long shadows across the floor.
Dad comes out of the kitchen with two thermoses of coffee in hand. His eyes are bleary and tired.
“You ready, Ryan?” he asks, handing me a thermos, his voice rough from too many sleepless nights.
“Yeah, I’m ready,” I reply, trying to sound more confident than I felt.
We load our gear into the truck, the weight of our supplies and weapons a physical reminder of the burden we carry. The drive from Lansing across the Lower Peninsula is long and quiet, the silence between us filled with unspoken memories and unresolved grief.
—
The drive north is a blur of highway lines and the dull hum of the engine. I drift off, the landscape outside blending into a haze. In my sleep, fragments of that day with Leah replay like scattered pieces of a puzzle. I see her smile, the way she tugged at my sleeve, eager to explore. The sunlight filters through the trees in sharp, jagged streaks.
Then, the memory shifts—darker, disjointed. Leah's voice echoes, a playful laugh turning into a scream that pierces the air. The crunch of leaves underfoot as something heavy moves through the underbrush. I see a shadow, large and looming, not quite fitting the shapes of any creature I know.
Then, something darker creeps into the dream, something I’ve never allowed myself to remember clearly.
Before I can see what it is I wake up with a start as the truck jerks slightly on a rough patch of road. Dad glances over. "Bad dream?" he asks. I nod, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, the remnants of the dream clinging to me like the cold.
"Yeah, just... thinking about Leah," I manage to say.
As we drive, Dad attempts to bridge the silence with small talk. He asks about my finals, my plans for the summer, anything to keep the conversation going. His voice carries a forced cheerfulness, but it’s clear his heart isn’t in it. I respond when necessary, my answers brief, my gaze fixed on the passing scenery.
The landscape changes as we head further north, from flat expanses to rolling hills dotted with dense patches of forest. It's beautiful country, the kind that reminds you how vast and wild Michigan can be, but today it just feels oppressive, like it’s closing in on us.
—
We finally arrive at the cabin, nestled deep in the woods, its weathered wood blending seamlessly with the surrounding trees. The place hasn't changed much since the last time I was here—a relic from another time, filled with the echoes of our past. I can still see Leah running around the porch, her laughter ringing out into the forest.
Dad parks the truck, and we step out into the crisp air. The smell of pine and damp earth fills my nostrils. We start unloading our gear, the tension between us palpable.
“Let’s get this inside,” Dad says, his voice gruff as he hefts a duffel bag onto his shoulder.
I nod, grabbing my own bag and following him to the cabin. Inside, it’s a mix of old and new—the same rustic furniture, but with new hunting gear and maps strewn across the table. Dad’s obsession is evident in every corner of the room, a constant reminder of why we’re here.
As we unpack, we exchange strained attempts at normalcy. He talks about the latest cryptid sightings he’s read about, his eyes lighting up with a fervor that both worries and saddens me.
“Did you hear about the sighting up near Alpena?” he asks, laying out his maps on the table.
“Yeah, you mentioned it,” I reply, trying to muster some enthusiasm. “Do you really think there’s something to it?”
Dad’s eyes meet mine, and for a moment, I see a flicker of doubt. But it’s quickly replaced by grim determination. “I have to believe it, Ryan. It’s the only thing that makes sense.”
We finish unpacking, the silence between us growing heavier with each passing minute. I step outside to clear my head, the cool air a welcome relief. The sun is starting to set, casting long shadows across the clearing. I can’t shake the feeling of unease.
"You can take the upstairs room," Dad mutters. His voice is strained, trying to sound normal, but it's clear the weight of the past is heavy on him. I nod, hauling my backpack up the creaking stairs to the small bedroom that I used to share with Leah. The room feels smaller now, or maybe I've just grown too much since those innocent days.
I unpack silently, setting my things aside. The bed is stiff and cold under my touch. As I settle in, I can't help but glance at the corner where Leah and I would huddle together, whispering secrets and making plans for adventures that would never happen. I push the thoughts away, focusing on the practicalities of unpacking.
After settling in, I go back downstairs to find Dad loading up a backpack with supplies for our hunt. The intensity in his eyes is palpable, his hands moving with practiced precision. I know this routine; it's one he's perfected over countless solo trips since that fateful day.
"We'll head out early," he says, not looking up from his task. "Gotta make the most of the daylight."
I nod, though unease curls in my stomach. I'm not just worried about what we might find—or not find—out there. I'm worried about him. Each year, the obsession seems to carve him out a bit more, leaving less of the Dad I knew.
—
The morning air is sharp with the scent of pine and wet earth as Dad and I head into the deeper parts of the forest. The terrain is rugged, familiar in its untamed beauty, but there’s a tension between us that makes the landscape feel alien. Dad moves with a purposeful stride, his eyes scanning the woods around us. Every snap of a twig, every rustle in the underbrush seems to draw his attention. He’s on edge, and it puts me on edge too.
As we walk, my mind drifts back to that day ten years ago. I can almost hear Leah’s voice echoing through the trees, her high-pitched call as she darted ahead, "Catch me, Ryan!" I remember how the sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dancing shadows on the ground. Those memories are so vivid, so tangible, it feels like I could just turn a corner and see her there, waiting for us.
Dad suddenly stops and kneels, examining the ground. He points out a set of tracks that are too large for a deer, with an unusual gait pattern. "It’s been here, Ry. I’m telling you, it’s close," he whispers, a mixture of excitement and something darker in his voice. I nod, though I’m not sure what to believe. Part of me wants to dismiss it all as grief-fueled obsession, but another part, the part that heard Leah's scream and saw something monstrous in the woods that day, isn’t so sure.
As we continue, Dad's comments become increasingly cryptic. "You know, they say the dogman moves in cycles, drawn to certain places, certain times. Like it’s tied to the land itself," he muses, more to himself than to me. His fixation on the creature has always been intense, but now it borders on mania.
We set up a makeshift blind near a clearing where Dad insists the creature will pass. Hours drag by with little to see but the occasional bird or distant deer.
The sun rises higher in the sky, casting long, slender shadows through the dense canopy. I shift uncomfortably in my spot, the forest floor hard and unyielding beneath me. My eyes dart between the trees, hoping to catch a glimpse of something, anything, to break the monotony. Dad, on the other hand, remains steadfast, his gaze fixed on the treeline as if he can will the dogman into existence by sheer force of will.
A bird chirps nearby, startling me. I sigh and adjust my grip on the rifle. I glance over at Dad.
“Anything?” I ask, more out of boredom than genuine curiosity.
“Not yet,” he replies, his voice tight. “But it’s out there. I know it.”
I nod, even though I’m not sure I believe him. The forest seems too quiet, too still. Maybe we’re chasing ghosts.
As the sun begins its descent, the forest is bathed in a warm, golden light. The air cools, and a breeze rustles the leaves. I shiver, more from anticipation than the cold. The long hours of sitting and waiting are starting to wear on me.
“Let’s call it a day for now,” Dad says finally, his voice heavy with disappointment. “We’ll head back to the cabin, get some rest, and try again tomorrow.”
I stand and stretch, feeling the stiffness in my muscles. We pack up our gear in silence and start the trek back to the cabin. The walk is long and quiet, the only sounds are the crunch of leaves underfoot and the distant calls of birds settling in for the night.
—
Dinner is a quiet affair, both of us lost in our thoughts. I try to make small talk, asking Dad about his plans for tomorrow, but it feels forced. We clean up in silence.
After dinner, I retreat to the small bedroom. The fatigue from the day's hike has settled into my bones, but sleep still feels like a distant hope. I lie down, staring at the ceiling, the room cloaked in darkness save for the sliver of moonlight creeping through the window. Downstairs, I hear the faint sound of Dad moving around, likely unable to sleep himself.
I drift into sleep, but it's not restful. My dreams pull me back to that fateful day in the woods. Leah's voice is clear and vibrant, her laughter echoing through the trees. She looks just as she did then—bright-eyed and full of life, her blonde hair catching the sunlight as she runs ahead of me.
"Come on, Ry! You can't catch me!" she taunts, her voice playful and teasing.
I chase after her, but the scene shifts abruptly. The sky darkens, the woods around us growing dense and foreboding. Leah's laughter fades, replaced by a chilling silence. I see her ahead, standing still, her back to me.
"Leah?" I call out, my voice trembling. She turns slowly, her eyes wide and filled with fear. "Ryan, you have to remember," she says, her voice barely a whisper. "It wasn't what you think. You need to know the truth."
Leah’s words hang in the air, cryptic and unsettling. Before I can respond, she turns and starts running again, her figure becoming a blur among the trees. Panic rises in my chest as I sprint after her, my feet pounding against the forest floor.
“Leah, wait!” I shout, desperation lacing my voice. The forest around me seems to close in, the trees towering and twisted, shadows dancing menacingly in the dim light. I push forward, trying to keep her in sight, but she’s too fast, slipping away like a wisp of smoke.
Suddenly, there’s a rustle, a flash of movement in the corner of my vision. Leah screams, a sound that pierces through the heavy silence. It happens too quickly—I can’t see what it is, only a dark blur that snatches her up.
“Leah!” I scream, my voice breaking. I stumble, falling to my knees as the forest spins around me. My heart races, and the terror is so real, so visceral, that it pulls me back to that awful day, the one that changed everything.
I jolt awake, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
I sit up, wiping the cold sweat from my forehead as I try to steady my breathing. The room is still dark, the shadows cast by the moonlight seem to flicker and dance on the walls. My heart is still racing from the nightmare, the echo of Leah's scream lingering in my ears.
As I struggle to calm down, the floorboards outside my room creak. The door opens slowly, and I see the silhouette of my dad in the doorway, a Bowie knife in his hand, his posture tense.
“Dad, what the hell are you doing?” I whisper, my voice shaking.
“Shh,” he hisses, holding up a hand to silence me. “I heard something. Something moving around in the cabin. Stay quiet.”
I swallow hard, my mouth dry. I glance at the clock on the nightstand—it’s just past three in the morning. The cabin is silent, the kind of deep, oppressive silence that makes every small sound seem louder. I can’t hear anything out of the ordinary, but Dad’s expression is deadly serious.
He motions for me to get up, and I do, moving as quietly as I can. My heart is racing, a mix of lingering fear from the dream and the sudden, sharp anxiety of the present moment. Dad leads the way, stepping cautiously out of the bedroom and into the hallway, the knife held ready in front of him.
We move through the cabin, checking each room in turn. The living room is empty, the furniture casting long shadows in the dim moonlight. The kitchen is just as we left it, the plates from dinner still drying on the counter. Everything seems normal, untouched.
We finish our sweep of the cabin without finding anything amiss. The silence is heavy, punctuated only by our soft footfalls. I can see the tension in Dad’s frame, his grip on the knife unwavering. After checking the last room, we pause in the dimly lit hallway, the air thick with unspoken questions.
“There’s nothing here,” I say, my voice low. “Are you sure you heard something?”
He looks at me, his eyes searching for something in my face. “I heard growling. Deep and close. It was right outside the window.”
“Maybe it was just an animal outside, a raccoon or something?” I suggest, although the certainty in his voice makes me doubt my own reassurance.
“No, it wasn’t like that. It was different,” he insists, his voice tense.
I nod, not wanting to argue, but the seeds of worry are planted deep.
The look in his eyes sends a chill down my spine. It’s not just fear—it’s desperation. The kind of desperation that comes from years of chasing shadows and finding nothing. I can see the toll this hunt has taken on him, the way it’s worn him down, turned him into a man I barely recognize.
We head back to our rooms. As I lie down, my mind races with thoughts of my dad. I can’t help but wonder if he’s losing it, if the years of grief and guilt have finally pushed him over the edge.
Dad wasn’t always like this. Before Leah’s death, he was the kind of father who took us fishing, helped with homework, and told terrible jokes that made us groan and laugh at the same time. He was solid, dependable. But losing Leah changed him. The guilt twisted him into someone I barely recognize, someone driven by a need for answers, for closure, that may never come.
I try to sleep, but my thoughts keep me awake. I can hear Dad moving around downstairs, probably pacing or double-checking the locks. His paranoia has become a constant presence, and I don’t know how to help him. I don’t even know if I can help him.
—
The next morning, the sunlight filters weakly through the cabin windows, casting a pale light that does little to lift the heavy mood. I drag myself out of bed, feeling the exhaustion of another restless night. Dad is already up, hunched over his maps at the kitchen table, his eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep.
“Morning,” I mumble, rubbing the sleep from my eyes as I pour myself a cup of coffee. “Did you sleep at all?”
He shakes his head, not looking up from his notes. “Not much. I couldn’t stop thinking about what I heard last night.”
I sip my coffee, trying to shake off the remnants of my nightmare. “Maybe it was just an animal, Dad. We’re deep in the woods, after all.”
He finally looks up, his eyes intense. “Ryan, I know what I heard. It wasn’t just an animal. It was something else.”
I sigh, not wanting to argue. “Okay, fine, Dad. What’s the plan for today?”
“We’re going back out. I found some tracks yesterday, and I want to follow them. See where they lead.”
I nod, feeling a mix of apprehension and resignation. I can see how much this means to him, how desperate he is for any kind of lead. “Alright. Let’s get packed and head out.”
We spend the morning preparing, loading up our gear and double-checking our supplies. Dad is meticulous, going over everything with a fine-toothed comb. I try to match his focus, but my mind keeps drifting back to Leah and the dream I had. Her words echo in my head, cryptic and unsettling: “You need to know the truth.”
We set off into the woods, the air crisp and cool. The forest is alive with the sounds of birds and rustling leaves, but it all feels distant, like background noise to the tension between us. Dad leads the way, his eyes scanning the ground for any sign of the tracks he found yesterday.
As we walk, I can’t help but notice how erratically he’s acting. He mutters to himself, his eyes darting around as if expecting something to jump out at us. His grip on his rifle is tight, his knuckles white.
“Dad, are you okay?” I ask, trying to keep my voice steady.
He glances at me, his expression unreadable. “I’m fine. Just focused.”
He stops frequently to examine the ground or the bark of trees, pointing out marks and signs that seem meaningless to me.
“Look at this,” he says, crouching down to examine a broken branch. “See how it’s snapped? That’s not a deer or a bear. That’s something bigger. Stronger.”
I crouch next to Dad, squinting at the broken branch. To me, it just looks like a regular broken branch, the kind you see all over the forest. "I don't know, Dad. It just looks like a branch to me," I say, trying to keep my voice neutral.
Dad's eyes flicker with frustration. "You're not looking close enough. It's the way it's snapped—too clean, too deliberate. Something did this."
I nod, not wanting to argue. "Okay, sure. But even if you're right, it could be anything. A storm, another hunter..."
His expression hardens. "I know what I'm looking for. This is different."
I sigh, feeling the weight of the past and the tension between us pressing down on me. "Dad, I had a dream last night. About Leah." The words hang in the air between us, heavy and fraught with unspoken emotions.
Dad's eyes widen, and he straightens up, his entire demeanor shifting. "What kind of dream? What did you see?" His voice is urgent, almost desperate.
"It was... strange. We were in the woods, like we are now, but everything felt different. Leah was there, running ahead of me, laughing. Then she stopped and told me I needed to know the truth, that it wasn't what I thought."
Dad grabs my shoulders, his grip tight. "What else did she say? Did she tell you anything specific? Anything about the creature?"
I shake my head, feeling a chill run down my spine. "No, that was it. She just said I needed to know the truth, and then she was gone."
Dad’s grip on my shoulders tightens, and his eyes bore into mine with a mixture of desperation and hope. “Ryan, you have to try to remember. Think hard. What did the creature look like? Did you see anything else?”
I pull back slightly, uneasy with his intensity. “Dad, I told you. I don’t remember. It was just a dream. A nightmare, really. My mind’s probably just mixing things up.”
He lets go of me and runs a hand through his hair, looking frustrated and lost. “Dreams can be important. They can hold memories we’ve buried deep. Please, try to remember. This could be a sign, a clue.”
I rub my temples, feeling the beginnings of a headache. “I’ve tried, okay? I’ve tried for years to piece together what happened that day. But it’s all just fragments, like pieces of a puzzle that don’t fit. The dream… it felt real, but I don’t think it’s telling me anything new.”
Dad’s face falls, and he looks older than I’ve ever seen him. He turns away, staring into the forest as if it holds all the answers.
—
As we make our way back to the cabin, the sun begins to set, casting long shadows through the trees. The air grows colder, and I shiver, pulling my jacket tighter around me. Dad is silent, lost in his thoughts, his face drawn and haggard.
Back at the cabin, we unload our gear once again in silence. Dad disappears into his room, muttering something about going over his notes. I decide to explore the cabin, hoping to find something that might help me understand what’s going on with him.
In the attic, I find a box of old family photos and documents. As I sift through the contents, I come across a worn journal with Dad’s handwriting on the cover. Curiosity gets the better of me, and I open it, flipping through the pages.
The journal is filled with notes and sketches, detailing his obsession with the dogman. But there’s something else—entries that talk about Leah, about that day in the woods. His handwriting becomes more erratic, the words harder to read. One entry stands out, dated just a few days after Leah’s death:
“June 15, 2013 – It was supposed to be a normal trip. Keep them close, Frank, I kept telling myself. But I failed. Leah is gone, and it’s my fault. I heard her scream, saw the shadows. I tried to get to her, but… the thing, it was there. Too fast. Too strong. My hands… blood everywhere. No one will believe me. I can’t even believe myself. I have to find it. I have to protect Ryan. I have to make it right. God, what have I done?”
Before I can read further, the attic door creaks open, and Dad’s voice slices through the stillness.
“What are you doing up here?” His tone is sharp, almost panicked.
I turn to see him standing in the doorway, his face pale and his eyes wide with something between anger and fear. I clutch the journal to my chest, my mind racing. “I found this… I was just trying to understand…”
In an instant, he crosses the room and snatches the journal from my hands. His grip is tight, his knuckles white. “You had no right,” he growls, his voice trembling.
“Dad, I just wanted to know the truth!” I shout, frustration boiling over. “What really happened to Leah.”
His eyes flash with a mix of rage and anguish, and before I can react, he slaps me across the face. The force of it knocks me off balance, and I stumble backward, my cheek stinging.
For a moment, there’s a stunned silence. We both stand there, breathing hard, the air thick with tension.
“I’m sorry,” Dad says finally, his voice barely a whisper. “I didn’t mean to… I just…” He trails off, clutching the journal to his chest like a lifeline.
I touch my cheek, feeling the heat from the slap, and take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. “Dad, what aren’t you telling me? What really happened that day?”
“Stay out of it, Ryan,” Dad growls, his eyes dark with anger. “You don’t know what you’re messing with.”
He turns and storms out of the attic. I’m left standing there, my cheek throbbing, my mind racing. What the fuck is going on? What really happened to Leah? And what is Dad so afraid of?
—
That night, I sleep with my rifle within arm's reach, more afraid of my dad than any dogman. The slap still burns on my cheek, and the look in his eyes—rage, fear, something darker—haunts me. I lie awake, listening to the creaks and groans of the old cabin, every sound amplified in the stillness. Eventually, exhaustion pulls me under, and I fall into a restless sleep.
The dream returns, vivid and unsettling. I'm back in the woods, chasing after Leah. Her laughter echoes through the trees, a haunting reminder of happier times. This time, though, I push myself harder, refusing to let her slip away.
"Ryan, catch me!" she calls, her voice playful.
"I'm coming, Leah!" I shout, my legs pumping, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
The forest around us is a twisted, shadowy maze, the trees seeming to close in on us. Leah's figure becomes clearer, her blonde hair catching the dim light filtering through the canopy. She stops suddenly, turning to face me, her eyes wide with fear.
"Leah, what is it?" I ask, my voice trembling.
"Look behind you," she whispers, her voice barely audible.
I turn slowly, dread creeping up my spine. In the shadows, I see a figure, its form indistinct and shifting. It’s not quite animal, not quite human—something in between. The sight of it sends a jolt of terror through me, and I wake up with a start, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
I’m not in my bed. The ground beneath me is cold and hard, the smell of damp earth filling my nostrils. Panic rises as I realize I’ve sleepwalked into the woods. I scramble to my feet, my eyes adjusting to the dim light. The moon casts a pale glow over the surroundings, revealing what looks like a long-abandoned animal lair.
The walls are covered in giant claw marks, deep gouges in the wood and earth. The air is heavy with the scent of decay, and a chill runs through me. I can’t shake the feeling that I’m being watched.
Carefully, I start to move, my eyes scanning the ground, desperate for a familiar landmark. That's when I see them—faded scraps of fabric caught on the jagged edges of the underbrush. My steps falter, a sense of dread washing over me as I bend down to examine them. The fabric is torn, weathered by time and the elements, but unmistakably familiar. It's part of Leah's jacket—the bright pink one she wore on the day she disappeared.
As I strain to make sense of it all, a rustling sound behind me snaps my focus. My heart leaps into my throat. I spin around, my hand instinctively reaching for the rifle I don't have—because, of course, I didn't bring it in my unconscious state.
The shadowy figure that emerges from the trees is unsettlingly familiar, mirroring the menacing forms of my nightmares. But as it steps into the moonlight, I recognize the worn jacket, the weary posture. It's Dad.
"Ryan!" he calls out, his voice a mix of relief and stern concern. "I've been looking everywhere for you. What the hell are you doing out here?"
I exhale slowly, the terror ebbing away as reality sets back in. "I—I don't know, Dad. I must've sleepwalked again." My voice is shaky, my earlier dream still clinging to the edges of my consciousness.
Dad stares at me in disbelief. "You haven't sleepwalked since you were a kid, Ry. This... this isn't just a coincidence." His eyes dart around, taking in the surroundings—the eerie, claw-marked den, the unsettling quiet of the woods. "How did you even find this place?"
I shake my head, struggling to find an answer. "I don't know, Dad. I just... I woke up here." The uncertainty in my voice does nothing to ease the tension.
His eyes lock onto the tattered remains of Leah's jacket in my hands, and something inside him snaps. The color drains from his face as he stumbles a few steps backward. "This... this is where it happened," he murmurs, his voice barely a whisper. “This is where we found Leah."
“I thought you said you don’t remember anything from that night,” he says accusingly.
"I swear, Dad, I don't know anything about this place," I insist, my own heart pounding.
“It was you, wasn’t it? You’ve been hiding this from me.” His voice is frantic. “You... last night, the growling, it was you.” His voice rises, tinged with hysteria.
I step back, my pulse racing, feeling the chill of the night and the weight of his accusation. "Dad, I don't know what you're talking ab—”
"No!" he interrupts, his voice breaking as he points a trembling finger at me. "You knew, you always knew. It was you, Ryan. All these years, the evidence was right there, but I refused to see it. You were the dogman. You killed Leah!"
His words hit me like a physical blow, absurd and horrifying in their implications. "Dad, you're not making any sense. You're talking crazy! I was just a little kid! How could I–" I protest, my voice shaky.
He steps closer, his presence looming over me, the outline of his figure distorted by the shadows of the trees. "Think about it! It all makes sense now. You led us here, to this place, because you remember. Because you did it."
"Dad, stop it!" I shout, my heart pounding in my chest. "You're scaring me. You need help, professional help. This isn't you."
But he's beyond reason, his eyes wild with a haunted grief. "I have to end this," he mutters, more to himself than to me, his hand tightening around his rifle.
His finger hovers dangerously over the trigger of his rifle. My instincts kick in, and I know I have to act fast.
I lunge toward him, trying to knock the weapon away, but he's quicker than I expected. We struggle, our breaths heavy in the cold night air, the sounds of our scuffle the only noise in the otherwise silent woods. His strength surprises me, fueled by his frantic emotions. He shoves me back, and I stumble over a root, my balance lost for a crucial second. That's all he needs. He raises his rifle, his intentions clear in his wild, pained eyes.
I dive to the ground just as the shot rings out, a deafening blast that echoes ominously through the trees. The bullet whizzes past, narrowly missing me, embedding itself in the bark of an old pine. I scramble to my feet, my heart pounding in my ears, and I start running. The underbrush claws at my clothes and skin, but I push through, driven by a primal urge to survive.
"Dad, stop! It's me, Ryan!" I shout back as I dodge between the trees. Another shot breaks the silence, closer this time, sending splinters of wood flying from a nearby tree trunk. It's surreal, being hunted by my own father, a man tormented by grief and lost in his delusions.
I don't stop to look back. I can hear him crashing through the forest behind me, his heavy breaths and muttered curses carried on the wind. The terrain is rough, and I'm fueled by adrenaline, but exhaustion is setting in. I need a plan.
Ahead, I see a rocky outcrop and make a split-second decision to head for it. It offers a chance to hide, to catch my breath and maybe reason with him if he catches up. As I reach the rocks, I slip behind the largest one, my body pressed tight against the cold, damp surface. I hear his footsteps approaching, slow and cautious now.
As I press against the rock, trying to calm my racing heart, I can hear Dad's footsteps drawing closer, each step crunching ominously on the forest floor. He's methodical, deliberate, like a hunter stalking his prey.
“Come out, Ryan!” Dad’s voice is ragged, filled with a blend of fury and pain.
My heart pounds against my chest, the cold sweat on my back making me shiver against the rough surface of the rock. I know I can't just sit here; it's only a matter of time before he finds me.
Taking a deep breath, I peek around the edge of the rock, trying to gauge his position. I see him, rifle raised, scanning the area slowly. This might be my only chance to end this madness without further violence. I need to disarm him, to talk some sense into him if I can.
As quietly as I can, I move out from behind the rock, my steps careful to avoid any twigs or leaves that might betray my position. I'm almost upon him when a branch snaps under my foot—a sound so trivial yet so alarmingly loud in the quiet of the woods.
Dad whirls around, looking completely unhinged. "Ryan!" he exclaims, his rifle swinging in my direction. Panic overtakes me, and I lunge forward, my hands reaching for the gun.
We struggle, the rifle between us, our breaths heavy and erratic. "Dad, please, stop!" I plead, trying to wrestle the gun away. But he's strong, stronger than I expected.
In the chaos, the rifle goes off. The sound is deafening, a sharp echo that seems to reverberate off every tree around us. Pain explodes in my abdomen, sharp and burning, like nothing I've ever felt before. I stagger back, my hands instinctively going to the wound. The warmth of my own blood coats my fingers, stark and terrifying.
Dad drops the rifle, his eyes wide with horror. "Oh my God! What have I done?" he gasps, rushing to my side as I collapse onto the forest floor.
As the pain sears through me, a strange, overpowering energy surges within. It's wild, primal, unlike anything I've ever experienced. Looking down in horror, my hands are no longer hands but large, hairy, clawed appendages. The transformation is rapid, consuming—my vision blurs, senses heighten, and a raw, guttural growl builds in my throat.
In that moment, a flood of understanding washes over me, mingling with the horror of realization. These are the hands of the creature from my nightmares, the creature whose face I can never fully recall because, as I now understand, it is me.
What happens next feels detached, as if I'm no longer in control of my own actions, watching from a distance as my body moves on its own. I turn towards my dad, his face a mask of terror. He stumbles back, his eyes wide with the dawning realization of what his son has become.
The forest around us seems to fall silent, holding its breath as the nightmarish scene unfolds. I can hear my own growls, guttural and deep, filling the air with a sound that's both foreign and intimately familiar. The pain in my abdomen fuels a dark, violent urge, an urge that's too strong to resist.
With a ferocity that feels both alien and intrinsic, I move towards him. My dad, paralyzed by fear and shock, doesn't run. Maybe he can't. Maybe he doesn't want to.
The encounter is brutal and swift, a blur of motion and violence. My dad barely puts up a struggle, as though resigned to his fate.
Not that there is anything he can do. The creature that I’ve become is too powerful, too consumed by the wild instincts surging through me. I tear him apart, limb from bloody limb, my hands—no, my claws—rending through fabric and flesh with disgusting ease.
The sound of my dad’s screams, of tearing fabric and flesh is drowned out by the animalistic growls that echo through the trees.
When it’s all over, the red mist that had clouded my vision begins to fade, and the fierce, uncontrollable rage that drove my actions subsides. I'm left standing, my breaths heavy and erratic, in the eerie stillness of the forest. The transformation reverses as quickly as it came on, and I find myself back in my human form. My clothes are ripped to shreds, hanging off my frame in tattered remnants. At my feet lies what’s left of my dad, his body torn and unrecognizable.
I glance down at my abdomen, expecting agony, but instead find my wound miraculously healed. No sign of the gunshot remains, just a faint scar where I expected a bloody mess.
Shock sets in, a numbing disbelief mixed with a gut-wrenching realization of what I've become and what I've done. My hands, now human again, tremble as I look at them, half-expecting to see the claws that had so effortlessly ripped through flesh and bone. But there's only blood, my father's blood against my skin.
I stand there for what feels like an eternity, trapped in a nightmare of my own making.
Eventually, the shock wears thin, and a cold practicality takes hold. I need to get out of here. I need to cover my tracks, to disappear. Because who would believe this? Who would understand that I didn't choose this, that I'm not a monster by choice?
With trembling hands, I do what’s necessary. I bury my dad in a shallow grave, the physical act of digging strangely grounding. I cover him with leaves and branches, a pitiful attempt to hide the brutality of his end. I take a moment, whispering apologies into the wind, knowing full well that nothing I say can change what happened.
I leave the forest behind, my mind a whirl of dark thoughts. As I walk, the first hints of dawn brush against the horizon, the sky bleeding a soft pink. It’s hauntingly beautiful.

In 2020 I got pregnant. In the middle of a total and complete planet lockdown. In the middle of a shit apartment in one of the crappiest neighbourhoods in this town, miserable, lonely and sad- I found out I was pregnant.
It was unplanned and a part of me was terrified, but a part of me was excited, at the idea of having a baby, having a family- with you. Then the excitement disappeared, because I realised that you wouldn't be happy.
I wasn't allowed to call or turn up at your house- how could i... she was living in it, wasn't she? I waited days for you to turn up at my apartment, a part of me started to think that I wouldn't see you again, that somehow you already knew and decided to bow out early. Unseen.
When you turned up, i waited the whole walk around the forest to tell you, I tried so many times, I didn't know how to say it, so I just showed you the test. Your reaction, or should I say lack of reaction just confirmed my fear. You didn't really say anything, I think you thought it was a joke perhaps?
You turned up at my house either the next day or a few days after I think. To talk. Had you planned what to say? Had you been up all night worrying that I was going to tell people? Worry that I was going to shatter the glass house you were trying to rebuild with her? It became clear that no matter how much I wanted this.. it wasn't going to happen. You didn't want it, 'it wasn't the right time' you said... i thought many things; that you didn't want to tell me you are her were giving things another shot. I even at one point thought you had gotten her pregnant.. maybe those things were true, or maybe you just didn't want a child with me. Either way you made your position clear.
I wanted to keep it. I thought of every scenario, I could raise it myself perhaps?.. but the more I thought about it the more my heart broke. Would you deny our existence?, would I have to tell lies about who the father was? I realised that if I decided to keep it, we would be on our own, that you would not be a part of it- and why should you I guess? But in the end It hurt too much, my heart broke, i don't think I would have survived that. So I phoned the doctor and I made an appointment at the hospital.
I don't know what I though when I went to the appointment.. but I didn’t expect to be handed a brown paper bag and be sent on my way. And then.. well I guess I took the prescribed pills in the prescribed order.
I just sat on the bathroom floor for hours and when I finally wasn't throwing up and feeling absolutely terrible I drove to the beach and sat their for hours as well. I felt so sad. So alone. And I was so angry, all I could think about was the fact you were with her whilst I was alone.
Then you turned up at my house.. you said you'd came round to see me but I wasn't it.. and this was your second attempt. I was glad, for the first time since I had met you i was glad I had missed you the first time.. because I didn't want to see you. At that moment you were the last person I wanted to see. I was so angry and so hurt, then you had the nerve to just turn up and ask if it was done?... I pretended to be nonchalant about it, that yeah it was done, it was what it was and that it was over and done with. And you've never really mentioned it since.
Years later i remember being in the car in our way home, I'm not sure how we got onto the subject... but it was mentioned that she had two abortions. I asked you if you were their with her for them... and of course you were. Because you were her person, and she was yours and you're their for your person. But i wasn't your person was I? I asked when these abortions occurred, you wouldn't tell me, you were very evasive and gave cryptic answers... you got her pregnant after we met didn't you? It happened after 2019? You just didn't want to tell me... at least that's how it seemed.
I accepted along time ago that I wouldn't get the answers I was looking for, but it doesn't mean I don't think about it from time to time.

Taking csgo skins mainly (knives, gloves, aks, m4s, awps and so on). Anything as long as offer is good
I don't update this list everyday, so I have many items which aren't listed here. Check if something interests you! Also, some of the items are on trade hold, for release date you can add me or check by yourself.
TRADE LINK: https://steamcommunity.com/tradeoffenew/?partner=35769104&token=J30wyEpy
Add me to talk here: https://steamcommunity.com/profiles/76561197996034832
Keys from these buy outs aren't TF2 keys. I don't take Hydra keys either.
Buy outs are in keys for the sake of having a buy out, I trade for skins mainly.
Gloves/wraps:
Gloves Fade MW - B/O 200 keys
Gloves Cool Mint FT - B/O 75 keys
Wraps Cobalt Skulls FT - B/O 74 keys
Gloves Smoke Out MW - B/O 60 keys
Gloves Finish Line MW - B/O 51 keys
Gloves Turtle MW - B/O 50 keys
Gloves Scarlet Shamagh WW - B/O 46 keys
Wraps Caution FT - B/O 40 keys
Wraps Overprint FT - B/O 40 keys
Gloves Black Tie FT - B/O 38 keys
Gloves Rezan MW - B/O 35 keys
Wraps Leather FT - B/O 32 keys
Gloves Lt. Commander FT - B/O 31 keys
Gloves Mogul FT - B/O 31 keys
Gloves Overtake MW - B/O 30 keys
Gloves Tiger Strike BS - B/O 28 keys
Gloves Boom FT - B/O 28 keys
Gloves Polygon WW - B/O 28 keys
Gloves Cool Mint BS - B/O 27 keys
Gloves POW WW - B/O 27 keys
Gloves Mogul WW - B/O 25 keys
Gloves Lunar Weave FT - B/O 24 keys
Gloves Diamondback FT - B/O 22 keys
Wraps Giraffe MW - B/O 22 keys
Gloves Black Tie BS - B/O 21 keys
Gloves Yellow-banded MW - B/O 20 keys
Gloves Jade FT - B/O 20 keys
Gloves 3rd Commando MW - B/O 18 keys
Gloves Forest Ddpat FT - B/O 18 keys
Gloves Rezan FT - B/O 18 keys
Gloves Blood Pressure BS - B/O 16 keys
Gloves Case Hardened BS - B/O 16 keys
Gloves Needle Point MW - B/O 16 keys
Gloves Rezan WW - B/O 16 keys
Gloves POW BS - B/O 16 keys
Wraps Desert Shamagh MW - B/O 15 keys
Gloves Boom BS - B/O 15 keys
Gloves Diamondback BS - B/O 15 keys
Wraps Arboreal FT - B/O 14 keys
Wraps Giraffe FT - B/O 14 keys
Gloves Yellow-banded FT - B/O 14 keys
Gloves Queen Jaguar FT - B/O 14 keys
Gloves Rezan BS - B/O 14 keys
Gloves Needle Point FT - B/O 13 keys
Gloves Guerrilla FT - B/O 13 keys
Gloves Buckshot FT - B/O 13 keys
Wraps Constrictor FT - B/O 13 keys
Gloves Transport FT - B/O 13 keys
Gloves Bronzed FT - B/O 13 keys
Wraps Duct Tape FT - B/O 13 keys
Gloves Convoy FT - B/O 13 keys
Wraps Arboreal WW - B/O 13 keys
Wraps Desert Shamagh FT - B/O 13 keys
Gloves Bronzed WW - B/O 12 keys
Gloves Guerrilla BS - B/O 12 keys
Gloves Mangrove MW - B/O 12 keys
Wraps Constrictor BS - B/O 12 keys
Gloves Emerald FT - B/O 12 keys
Wraps Desert Shamagh WW - B/O 12 keys
Gloves Bronzed BS - B/O 12 keys
Wraps Duct Tape WW - B/O 12 keys
Gloves Rattler FT - B/O 12 keys
Gloves Convoy WW - B/O 12 keys
Gloves Racing Green FT - B/O 12 keys
Gloves Overtake BS - B/O 12 keys
Gloves Emerald WW - B/O 11 keys
GLoves Yellow-banded BS - B/O 11 keys
Gloves Transport BS - B/O 11 keys
Gloves Racing Green BS - B/O 11 keys
Gloves Emerald BS - B/O 11 keys
Knives and high tier items:
M9 Doppler FN P2 - B/O 360 keys
Nomad Fade FN - B/O 180 keys
Butterfly Black Laminate FT - B/O 180 keys
Kukri Crimson Web MW - B/O 135 keys
Butterfly Rust Coat BS - B/O 130 keys
Butterfly Stained BS - B/O 125 keys
Karambit Night FT - B/O 110 keys
Flip Doppler FN P2 - B/O 110 keys
Karambit Rust Coat BS - B/O 106 keys
M9 Freehand FT - B/O 100 keys
Nomad Slaughter FN - B/O 100 keys
Huntsman Gamma Doppler FN P2 - B/O 96 keys
M9 Ultraviolet FT - B/O 95 keys
Karambit Scorched FT - B/O 93 keys
Karambit Safari Mesh MW - B/O 90 keys
Huntsman Doppler FN P4 - B/O 87 keys
Talon Vanilla - B/O 87 keys
M9 Urban Masked BS - B/O 85 keys
UMP Fade FN - B/O 80 keys
M9 Urban Masked FT - B/O 80 keys
M9 Boreal Forest FT - B/O 78 keys
Bayonet Case Hardened MW - B/O 78 keys
Talon Damascus Steel MW - B/O 75 keys
M9 Safari Mesh FT - B/O 75 keys
Flip Slaughter FT - B/O 68 keys
Huntsman Marble Fade FN - B/O 63 keys
Talon Ultraviolet FT - B/O 61 keys
Flip Autotronic MW - B/O 60 keys
Classic Vanilla - B/O 56 keys
Talon Night FT - B/O 52 keys
Bowie Marble Fade FN - B/O 52 keys
Gut Gamma Doppler FN P2 - B/O 51 keys
Talon Night BS - B/O 49 keys
Stiletto Damascus Steel WW - B/O 48 keys
Talon Urban Masked FT - B/O 47 keys
Bayonet Bright Water FT - B/O 47 keys
Survival Slaughter FT ST - B/O 45 keys
Talon Forest Ddpat FT - B/O 45 keys
Talon Boreal FT - B/O 45 keys
Huntsman Autotronic MW - B/O 45 keys
Gut Fade MW - B/O 44 keys
Flip Case Hardened FT - B/O 43 keys
Flip Damascus Steel FN - B/O 42 keys
Gut Fade FN - B/O 41 keys
Gut Lore FN - B/O 41 keys
Bowie Case Hardened FT - B/O 41 keys
Ursus Case Hardened FT - B/O 39 keys
Huntsman Case Hardened WW - B/O 38 keys
Classic Blue Steel BS - B/O 38 keys
Kukri Forest Ddpat BS - B/O 38 keys
Bowie Case Hardened BS - B/O 36 keys
Navaja Doppler FN - B/O 36 keys
Bayonet Urban Masked WW - B/O 36 keys
Daggers Gamma Doppler FN P3 - B/O 35 keys
Bayonet Scorched BS - B/O 35 keys
Flip Bright Water FT - B/O 35 keys
Huntsman Blue Steel FT - B/O 35 keys
Nomad Night FT - B/O 35 keys
Gut Marble Fade FN - B/O 34 keys
Paracord Crimson Web FT - B/O 34 keys
Flip Ultraviolet WW - B/O 33 keys
Flip Night FT - B/O 33 keys
Gut Lore MW - B/O 33 keys
Nomad Scorched MW - B/O 33 keys
Survival Case Hardened FT - B/O 33 keys
Stiletto Forest Ddpat FT - B/O 32 keys
Huntsman Crimson Web FT - B/O 31 keys
Classic Stained FT - B/O 31 keys
Stiletto Safari Mesh FT - B/O 31 keys
Flip Urban Masked MW - B/O 29 keys
Falchion Crimson Web FT - B/O 29 keys
Daggers Marble Fade FN - B/O 29 keys
Classic Night MW - B/O 29 keys
Flip Rust Coat BS - B/O 29 keys
Gut Case Hardened MW - B/O 29 keys
Bowie Crimson Web WW - B/O 29 keys
Survival Case Hardened WW - B/O 28 keys
Classic Stained WW - B/O 28 keys
Navaja Vanilla - B/O 27 keys
Navaja Tiger Tooth FN ST - B/O 26 keys
Nomad Forest Ddpat FT - B/O 26 keys
Gut Freehand BS - B/O 25 keys
Flip Boreal FT - B/O 25 keys
Huntsman Lore BS - B/O 25 keys
Navaja Case Hardened FT - B/O 25 keys
Huntsman Black Laminate FT - B/O 25 keys
Falchion Freehand FT - B/O 24 keys
Nomad Safari Mesh FT - B/O 24 keys
Classic Urban Masked FT - B/O 24 keys
Navaja Tiger Tooth FN - B/O 24 keys
Nomad Safari Mesh WW - B/O 23 keys
Gut Vanilla - B/O 23 keys
Huntsman Freehand FT - B/O 23 keys
Bowie Bright Water FN - B/O 22 keys
Daggers Case Hardened FT - B/O 22 keys
Huntsman Forest Ddpat MW - B/o 22 keys
Gut Lore BS - B/O 22 keys
Classic Urban Masked BS - B/O 22 keys
Ursus Rust Coat BS ST - B/O 22 keys
Classic Scorched BS - B/O 22 keys
Ursus Rust Coat BS - B/O 21 keys
Survival Stained FT - B/O 21 keys
Huntsman Ultraviolet WW - B/O 21 keys
Paracord Stained FT - B/O 21 keys
Gut Freehand FN - B/O 21 keys
Huntsman Ultraviolet FT - B/O 21 keys
Falchion Safari Mesh MW ST - B/o 21 keys
Huntsman Bright Water FT - B/O 21 keys
Huntsman Ultraviolet BS - B/O 21 keys
Navaja Case Hardened WW - B/O 21 keys
Ursus Scorched MW - B/O 21 keys
Falchion Bright Water FT - B/O 21 keys
Gut Blue Steel MW - B/O 20 keys
Huntsman Bright Water BS - B/O 20 keys
Bowie Ultraviolet FT - B/O 20 keys
Huntsman Rust Coat BS - B/O 19 keys
Ursus Forest Ddpat FT - B/o 19 keys
Bowie Bright Water FT - B/O 19 keys
Ursus Scorched WW - B/o 19 keys
Ursus Scorched FT - B/O 19 keys
Daggers Freehand FN - B/O 19 keys
Bowie Black Laminate WW - B/O 19 keys
Huntsman Boreal FT - B/O 18 keys
Huntsman Safari Mesh BS - B/O 18 keys
Falchion Forest Ddpat MW - B/O 18 kes
Bowie Forest Ddpat MW - B/O 18 keys
Bowie Night BS - B/O 18 keys
Gut Black Laminate FT - B/O 18 keys
Daggers Lore WW - B/O 18 keys
Falchion Night BS - B/O 18 keys
Daggers Lore BS - B/O 18 keys
Survival Night FT - B/o 18 keys
Ursus Safari Mesh BS ST - B/O 18 keys
Gut Damascus Steel WW - B/O 18 keys
Ursus Safari Mesh WW - B/O 18 keys
Ursus Boreal BS - B/O 17 keys
Bowie Forest Ddpat WW - B/o 17 keys
Falchion Boreal FT - B/o 17 keys
Bowie Safari Mesh FT ST - B/O 17 keys
Falchion Urban Masked BS - B/O 17 keys
Navaja Damascus Steel FN - B/O 17 keys
Gut Bright Water FT - B/O 17 keys
Gut Ultraviolet FT - B/O 17 keys
Navaja Blue Steel MW - B/O 16 keys
Gut Stained BS - B/O 16 keys
Daggers Autotronic BS - B/O 16 keys
Daggers Damascus Steel MW - B/O 16 keys
Gut Bright Water BS - B/O 16 keys
Bowie Safari Mesh FT - B/O 16 keys
Navaja Damascus Steel MW - B/O 16 keys
Daggers Freehand FT - B/O 16 keys
Paracord Forest Ddpat FT - B/O 16 keys
Navaja Blue Steel BS - B/O 16 keys
Navaja Night BS ST - B/O 15 keys
Navaja Blue Steel FT - B/O 15 keys
Gut Boreal MW - B/O 15 keys
Survival Forest Ddpat FT - B/O 15 keys
Survival Boreal FT - B/O 15 keys
Navaja Rust Coat WW - B/O 15 keys
Paracord Safari Mesh FT - B/O 15 keys
Gut Night FT - B/O 15 keys
Paracord Safari Mesh WW - B/O 15 keys
Survival Safari Mesh WW - B/O 15 keys
Gut Forest Ddpat FT - B/O 15 keys
Survival Boreal BS - B/O 15 keys
Navaja Damascus Steel WW - B/O 15 keys
Navaja Damascus Steel FT - B/O 15 keys
Daggers Boreal WW - B/O 15 keys
Gut Urban Masked FT - B/O 15 keys
Navaja Night FT ST - B/O 15 keys
Navaja Night MW - B/O 15 keys
Daggers Urban Masked WW - B/O 14 keys
Daggers Scorched WW - B/O 14 keys
Daggers Black Laminate MW - B/O 14 keys
Navaja Ultraviolet FT - B/O 14 keys
Daggers Bright Water MW - B/O 14 keys
Daggers Ultraviolet BS - B/O 14 keys
Gut Safari Mesh FT - B/O 14 keys
Navaja Scorched MW - B/O 14 keys
Navaja Stained WW - B/O 14 keys
Navaja Boreal MW - B/O 14 keys
Daggers Bright Water FT - B/O 14 keys
Navaja Scorched FT - B/O 14 keys
Navaja Urban Masked FT - B/O 14 keys
Navaja Night FT - B/O 14 keys
Navaja Ultraviolet BS - B/O 14 keys
Navaja Forest Ddpat FT - B/O 14 keys
Navaja Forest Ddpat WW - B/O 14 keys
Navaja Boreal WW - B/O 13 keys
Daggers Urban Masked BS - B/O 13 keys
Daggers Forest Ddpat FT - B/O 13 keys
Navaja Night BS - B/O 13 keys

Desert survival scenario plane crash

The Long Dark