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[M4A] (A playing as F) Massive list of RP prompts (Rule 34, fandoms, Games, OC, Incest Ect.)

2020.11.27 20:25 Joker_ERP [M4A] (A playing as F) Massive list of RP prompts (Rule 34, fandoms, Games, OC, Incest Ect.)

Hey there! Today I’ve got a massive list of rp ideas and have written out some starters along with some ideas to how I see the rp going. I’m open to change and ready to do other ideas too. So if you feel like you’ve got an idea I might be interested in feel free to talk to me about those: ).
As for my replies. I write in first person mainly and my reply length varies. I generally do anything from a few sentences to a paragraph or more and generally require my partner to do the same. Fair warning the less detail you reply with the less interested I’ll be in rping with you. (Not looking for a few words as a response)
I enjoy having a story to go along with the smut so it’s not just constant sex, some cute or action driven moments are fun as well. – Hand holding and cute dates are pleasant! I mainly do my rps on kik, discord or here. I also have an RP facebook account, so feel free to ask for my users for those! : )
My kinks and limits list might be a big read, but none are compulsory. I’m just here to have fun and hopefully meet some cool rp partners : )
Kinks: Harems (Doesn’t mean having to play all characters at once, just one by one is fine!), Incest, Outercourse (Which is stuff like titjobs, thigh jobs, grinding, hot dogging) Risky public spaces (Toilet stalls, changing booths. That kinda thing where people could get caught.) Facials, Freckles (Face and body). Big/nicely shaped bums (Especially if they jiggle). Creampies, Cum on tits/body, big cumshots, Thigh high socks. showewater sex (pools, shower, hot tubs ect.) Mutual desire for sex.
Limits: Pregnancy (Hard limit sorry), Vomit, Piss, Blood, Toilet stuff, Rape, Gangbangs (Unless it’s multiple females) Male on Male, futas, rimming/pegging.
There might be more that I’m forgetting so if you’re unsure feel free to ask me! The rougher side of sex like Name calling, slapping choking spanking I can all do as well! : ) Without further ado let’s jump into the starters!
Disclaimer: I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+
Here's the basic list of ideas if you wanted to look them over before reading the full posts. I’m also open to some ideas that I may have missed! And please note: I’m looking for FEMALE characters only!
Rule 34/Fandom/Game Ideas: Idea 1: My Harem (Hero) Academia. Idea 2: Pokémon Idea 3: Naruto Idea 4: Bleach Idea 5: One piece. Idea 6: Sword Art Online. Idea 7: Fairy Tail. Idea 8: Avatar The Last Airbender. Idea 9: Persona (Girls from 4 and 5). Idea 10: Harry Potter. Idea 11: Final Fantasy. Idea 12: The Witcher 3.
OC Ideas: Idea 13: Fantasy harem adventure. Idea 14: Only Man of the town. Idea 15: Zombie and Nuclear Apocalypse. Idea 16: Sci-Fi space crew.
Incest Ideas: Idea 17: Brother sisteMother son (Or both). Idea 18: Aunt/Cousin. (Can be both) Idea 19: Incest family vacation.
Idea 1: My Harem (Hero) Academia.
(So my character will be a transfer into Class 1-A. His power is the power of persuasion. With the power he’s able to convince someone to do something as if it’s their own will. However, he’s hesitant to use it on other people and to tell everyone he even has it as he’s been outcast at his last school for the villainous nature of his quirk. As such he can’t use it to its full extent and can only issue small commands to begin with.
My idea with this is that one or more (cannon or non) of the girls decide to help him out in a private setting and overtime it gets more and more sexual in nature. And as he becomes more confident, he’s able to issue more longer-term commands. This can also be mixed in well with some story and some action to keep the plot interesting.)
Starter: It was a day which started like most others in Class 1-A. The students got ready in the dorms and headed to class to chat among themselves while they waited for Aizawa to enter. However, unlike most days there seemed to be an extra desk placed in the room. The seat caused some confusion which didn’t last long as the first bell rang and Aizawa entered the room.
“Morning everyone.” He stated in his mainly bored and sleepy tone which seemed to sound like he was stifling a yawn. “Today we’ve got a new student transferring in from another school. He’s from Shiketsu, some of you may recognize the name since it’s got the same level as prestige as U.A. but regardless make sure he feels welcome.” He said pointing a sweeping stare at everyone and finally resting on the problem child of the U.A class Bakugo.
With that he fell silent and I felt it was my cue to enter. Swallowing a little at the nerves I steeled them quickly and entered. My blue eyes sweeping over some of the familiar faces in the room. Many of the students had standout performances in the UA sports festival and as well in the news reports about the villain attack on the training camp.
I had a lot to live up to if I wanted to join these legends in training but regardless, I was determined to do just that. Breathing a little and shifting my auburn hair from my eyes I smiled the best I could. “My name is Schwarzer, Chris Schwarzer. It’s a pleasure to meet you all.” I say bowing to the class.
Satisfied with the introduction Aizawa nodded to the spare seat in the room. Taking that as an order I nodded back and headed over to my seat sitting down and getting my books out. Curiously I turned to the seat next to me noticing one of the girls in the class and gave her a slight smile as Aizawa began his lesson.
Idea 2: Pokemon. (So this one is super simple. Some trainers or a trainer and his Pokémon go on a grand adventure. For this one my favourite Canon female are: Marnie, May, Hilda and May. And my favourite Anthro Pokémon are Lopunny, Arcanine, Blaiziken That’s just for reference though and you can really play whoever you like! Ocs are of course welcome too!)
Trainer x Trainer Starter:
I like many others in the world of Pokémon have just started on my journey. Although I had done so a little late. Regardless me and my starter Pokémon Aipom which was a gift from my late father. Setting off with excitement to make a name of myself.
That excitement wore off pretty quickly however as an advanced trainer stepped in my path and soon, I realized how big the gap between us was. He wiped the floor with my aipom and laughed as he took my “Prize money” Scooping up my aipom I rushed through the rest of the route and over to the next town ducking quickly into the Pokémon centre.
Looking around there was a few new trainers who seemed to have fallen to the same fate as I had and I shook my head. Guys like that were total assholes and without hesitating I headed over to the counter where the nurse took my Aipom from me. Once he was gone, I was told there was going to be a short wait due to the amount of Pokémon they had to treat. I nodded as I headed over and sat down in one of the seats.
Idea 3: Naruto. (So for this one I like the idea that my character is a nomadic mercenary hired by the leaf to help train the ninja of the village, maybe he also has some kind of hidden power that boosts his chakra but also increases his libido. Not too sure how I wanna go about this one.)
Starter: The Hokage Tsunade Senju looked over me with a curious gaze and then down to my application form. “You’re younger than I expected given everything you’ve done.” She stated honestly. “But the intelligence division did a thorough search into you and you check out.” She stated as she slammed the approved stamp down onto my paper.
“Just remember, if you do anything to endanger this village, I’ll snuff you out personally.” She said in an icy and threatening tone. Feeling a cold bead of sweat roll down the side of my face I nodded. “Of course. I wouldn’t dream of it.” I say. Internally I make a mental note not to cross her in any way.
“Good.” She said putting a smile across her features. “Your first group is down on the training field waiting for you already.” She stated. “Your lodgings will be set up by the time you’re done, here’s the key.” She said tossing the key to me which I caught and stuffed into my pocket. I was a little shocked with how quick she wanted me to get to work but I nodded. “Right!” I say giving a respectful bow before heading out.
It took me a little longer than expected to actually find the training grounds as I hadn’t ever been here before. And when I got there much to her credit there were a few ninja standing around. Approaching them I gave them a sheepish smile. “Sorry I’m late guys.” I called out. “I got lost.” I added on.
Idea 4: Bleach. (So a new human soul reaper makes it into the soul society. His power isn’t captain level to begin with simply being enough to take out the average hollow. And with the resurgence of the hollow threat the Soul Society has offered to give him a substitute badge to take out those hollows deemed too small for the soul society to handle. Maybe he’s paired up with someone or someone like Orihime steps in to help him grow.)
Starter: Another boring day at school followed by a night of boring patrols. With all the big hollows being taken care of by “Full-fledged” Soul reapers it didn’t leave me with much opportunity to train against bigger enemies.
At least that’s what I thought originally. A few blocks from me there was a rift which opened up and the pure spiritual pressure that came from the hollow that stepped out of it was enough to make me feel as though gravity itself was pushing against me.
It was hard to breathe and even harder to stand as my hand clutched my blade in my left hand tightly. I shook my head as I heard the loud roar of the large breast and could even see it’s towering form from my position.
It was nothing close to a menos, but it was enough to tower over a three-story building for sure. “Shit.” I hissed to myself as I knew there were no soul reapers around at this stage. With a threat this big I was sure they’d come, but until then it was up to me to buy some time and make sure no humans or souls were consumed.
Pushing myself forward I reached the park that the Hollow had appeared in. Thankfully the park was deserted at this time of night. When he saw me the hollow. “You don’t smell like much, but you’ll do as a snack.” The hollow commented as it charged forward. “Just evade, buy time.” I comment to myself as I began to leap around the battle field looking a bit like and feeling like an idiot.
The hollow toyed with me a little while enjoying the chase before it seemed to ger bored. Just when I was thinking I was fast enough to keep avoiding it the creature’s mouth opened and its forked tongue shot out at me with faster speed than I was anticipating I raised my blade to defend myself but it was a feeble attempt and I knew it wouldn’t be enough.
Idea 5: One Piece. (So I’m not quite sure how to approach this one, but I’ll give it a go. Much like the MHA starter my character will have the power of persuasion, having eaten the Persua-Persua fruit. I’m thinking either he joins the Strawhats and goes on their adventures or he makes his own crew with girls from the story, I’m gonna leave it fairly open ended so we can jump in whenever along the story we wanna go!)
Starter: Alone in a bar I sat staring in the amber liquid in my mug. I was down on my luck after having my whole crew and my ship destroyed in a long battle another pirate crew. The only reason I was able to live through the ordeal was due to my crew sacrificing themselves to give me a chance to escape.
I spent days adrift with little food and water and soon washed up upon the island I was in. Immediately I found a tavern ready to drown my sorrows and feel sorry for myself for a little while.
Letting out a sigh I downed the rest of my drink soon looking at the few drops of liquid bottom of my mug. I knew being a pirate wouldn’t be easy, I knew it’d be violent and end in violence. However, to lose in that fashion without even being able to use my devil fruit to calm or question our opponent and losing everything still took its toll on me.
Scratching at the growing stubble with one hand, the other I raised my mug to demand another drink and as such the bartender approached to fill my mug. “You’re looking a little rough there, you sure you need another?” The bartender asked as he took the mug from me. “I don’t have anything else to do. I don’t even know what else to do with myself.” I responded grumpily. “Just fill it up.” I demanded. “Right.” The bartender responded as he filled it with more of the alcoholic amber liquid and slid It in front of me.
Idea 6: Sword Art Online. (Fairly simple it’s SAO set in the original death game. I love the idea, so I’ve always loved rping this one. If you want to play canon characters my fave is for sure Lizbeth, but I’m open to OC characters!)
Starter: It’s been months since Akihiko Kayaba has trapped us into this death game. Or at least that’s how some people looked at it. Others saw it as their dream come true. But most if not, all wanted to push forward and beat the game.
Despite the desire to push forward little progress has been made. Guilds and parties have formed to push through dungeons but with the increased danger and with it more deaths; more and more people simply decided to live out their lives on the lower floors.
Unlike those rushing in to push through the content I was happy enough to go through it at my own pace. This place was like a dream for me, save for the fact I had an increased chance of dying I was able to live in this game without the worries of the outside world.
I was doing some late-night grinding in an area of dense forest. The sun had set and there was little light save for the bright moon poking through the trees. All was calm, the trees swayed with the wind and the occasional sound of creatures moving about was enough to calm me.
However, the deeper I got into the forest the louder a sound became. At first it was quiet but as I approached, I heard it more clearly. It sounded like steel clashing against steel. Someone was fighting. Moving from a casual walk into a jog I quickly came to a small clearing where I saw two figures fighting, although in the low light I couldn’t make it out until I got closer.
Idea 7: Fairy Tail. (it’s been a little while since I’ve seen the series, but I’ve always loved it! Given my time away I might have to take some time to refamiliarize myself with the magics. My character will simply be an entry level member into the guild to begin with, canon characters are welcome just as OCs are!)
Starter: Another day in magnolia and another party being held at the large guild building at the centre of town. A large-scale job had just finished with some of the senior ranking wizards. and even though I wasn’t part of that mission, instead being on my own D-Rank job I joined in on the celebrations.
I had only been part of the guild for a few days and so far, it’s not been as exciting as I’d hoped, although I figured that it’d pick up once I proved myself. I was drinking by myself when I was approached by Makarov. He was wearing an essentric looking orange outfit. “Schwarzer my boy!” He said as he patted me on the shoulder. “How are you fitting in?” He questioned. “Fine sir! Everyone has been very welcoming.” I say to him in response. “Glad to hear it! You’ve been doing a good job, although I’d like to see you do more.” The male said. “So I’ve arranged a partner for you on your next job, that way you can take something more challenging, what do you say?” He questioned.
“Yes of course!” I say eagerly as a smile spread across my face. “Great!” He said cheerfully. “I’ll introduce you to who you’ll be working with.” He said as he stood from his spot and lead the way over to a female clearing his throat loud enough to get their attention.
Idea 8: Avatar the Last Airbender. (So for this one I guess it can go two different ways. My fave girls from Avatar would probably be Ty Lee, Suki and Toph. Maybe my character is a powerful bender that either the fire nation or team Avatar wants on their side. I think it might be cool to think that Aang isn’t the only airbender and instead a small faction managed to escape and continue the lineage. Either that or my character is a powerful firebender of some kind. I’ll leave whichever you prefer to you in your first reply as I’ll leave it open ended.)
Starter: The world was at war ever since the Fire nation attacked. With the intense fighting came mercenaries. Freelance benders or soldiers ready to fight on either side. For a fee of course. And despite my age, being only eighteen I was quite renown amongst the other bounty hunters for my bending.
Of course, there were talks of the Avatar returning, having repelled an invasion in the south pole, the liberation of Omashu and then the fire nation prison. It seemed they were making quite the stir in the earth kingdom.
It’d only be a matter of time before they reached the small town, I was in. Perhaps they were already here. But if that was the case surely there would be some kind of stir. Pushing my hair from my face I ordered another drink from the barkeep. “You know you’re my favourite customer Schwarzer…. You’re the only one who consistently pays his tab. Unlike the rest of these soldiers or the workers around here.” The older man says in clear annoyance.
“Well who knows, if I wasn’t so successful, I’d probably mooch off you too.” I admitted with a grin. “Try not to talk too ill of the soldiers on either side.” I added on flicking him an extra coin for a tip once my drink was finished. “Well I better check if anyone has a job for me.” I say as I pushed myself up from my seat.
Idea 9: Persona. (So basically this is just gonna be a fairly interesting idea. My character along with the girls of persona 4 and 5 get stranded in this strange dimension where they have to fight their way out to make it back to their own worlds.)
Starter: It all happened so fast. One minute I was in a team meeting with my group discussing what we should use our newfound powers for next. And the next second, I had blinked and I was in some kind of strange room.
One by one more people were added into this room. Some of which were dressed in some elaborate costumes. And I frowned as I looked to each one of them, all of which I didn’t recognize at all and judging by their looks they didn’t recognize me. Although before we managed to introduce ourselves a booming voice broke the silence.
“Welcome all!” The clearly male voice commented. “To the room of my design.” He added on. “I’m sure you’re all confused. And no doubt you’ll want to return back to your homes. However, to do so you’ll need to enter my labyrinth. “Make it to the end and you’ll all return home.” The voice explained.
“Of course, this maze isn’t without its dangers. Enemies, much like you encounter on a regular basis will roam these halls. As well as beasts of my own design far stronger than those… Fear no though for every check point you reach this room will become more furnished with amenities. For now, you simply have beds to rest on.” He said as there was an audible click and the dark room was suddenly lit up. Sure, enough there were rows of beds all lined up one for each person to sleep on.
“When you’re ready to test yourselves step through this door and enter the first level of the labyrinth.” He declared as a large door appeared and opened up in front of them. For a while nobody said anything probably all too stunned to even process the information. “So, I’m guessing we’re all persona users given what he just said.” I spoke up. “I guess we should probably start with names and strengths, right?” I questioned the group. “I’m Chris Schwarzer.” I say. “My persona Serapth focuses on ranged combat.” I explained.
Idea 10: Harry Potter. (So to keep this one interesting I’m thinking of having it set in an AU where Voldemort and Harry don’t exist. However, there are still dark wizards who are part of a cult around. Defs looking for a Hermionie, Luna or Ginny, you could even have other celebs/ecelebs as teachers or students for this one! Ocs are of course welcome too!)
Starter: Another year at Hogwarts, the last for some; and another year of learning was right around the corner. Although times were not peaceful in the wizarding world. Aurors who were the police of the magical world were going missing or showing up dead.
The ministry not wanting to make a panic kept it fairly under wraps, however some of the families have come forward with the information and rumours abounded about what was really happening. Stepping off the train I sighed a little rubbing my temple where a headache had begun to set in. During the train ride here, I found myself stuck next to a boy who wouldn’t stop going on about the rumours and conspiracy theories.
Glad to be off the train I looked around for a minute lost as to where I needed to go. “I know it’s around here somewhere.” I commented, although my sense of direction was always off. Usually I followed everyone else. But this time it seemed I was one of the last ones off the train.
Idea 11: Final Fantasy. (So this is simply going to be an idea with no starter since it will probably change depending on the many FF universes. My favourite however is defs FF7. (Tifa, Jessie and Aerith are best girls) with follow-ups being 12, 13, 15, 10, 8 and 9. Basically a fight would take the Main character of those series, Cloud, Noct, ect out of commission and needing a leader the other characters step up and hire mine on. Similar to some of my other prompts but I never said I was creative :^) With that being said though if you ARE interested in this one let me know and we can work out details depending on what world we’re in!)
Idea 12: The Witcher 3. (So my character will be a Witcher. (wow!) Saving people, hunting things you know? The family business. Anyway, I’m gonna leave it super open ended for you to come in however you like! If you wanna play a canon character my top two are for sure Ciri and Trist, and OC characters are accepted too!)
Starter: A Werewolf, an odd and rare contract, although I figured it wouldn’t be a hard one. In face I figured with my silver blade that the creature would go down rather quickly. Starting the encounter, I was faced with a harsh reality due to my hubris. I started off well enough, however due to my carelessness I was quickly on the backfoot.
The beast roared as it swung its large clawed hand towards me. I had barely managed to roll out of the way of the attack. Probably due to the increasing levels of bloodless resulting in a careless action on my part. A level of confidence quickly pushed down by the fact a handful of open wounds stung at my flanks.
More scars for later given that I make it out of here, although with my silver blade thrown on the other side of the area leaving me with only a steel sword which barely even phases the thing. I had to reach my blade, although with my focus on dodging the attacks it was hard to find an opening to do so.
I raised a hand and cast the igni sign launching flames at the creature who leapt back and I tried my best to make it past the creature only to have to dodge another strike as the beast recovered remarkably fast. “Stubborn bastard, aren’t you?” I questioned a little sourly.
Idea 13: Fantasy harem adventure. (This one is fairly basic in nature. Basically, a young man with little combat experience leaves his poor hunting village once he’s of age and sets off to join the adventurer’s guild to make a name for himself and also to send money back home. He’s fairly modest, naive and kind hearted. Which makes him likable and easy to take advantage of.
We could add a story with war elements, racism and darker themes to show him that the world he idolizes isn’t as cracked up as he thought it’d be. Ideally, I’d like a full harem party for this one but I’m cool with one on one too.)
Starter: It had been a few days since I was finally able to leave the small village, I was raised in behind me. Sword on hip and keen to become an adventurer. Of course, I also wanted to make a name for myself and I was even more excited to see everything the world had to offer. With driving me forward I headed from my village over to the closest city which had a guild branch. A city called Ruan. It was nearly five times the size of my village if not more and yet it was nothing close to the capital city of Grancel.
Smooth dirt paths soon gave way to cobblestone and my boots clacked rhythmically against the pavement as my steps soon got faster and faster as Ruan came into view. My stomach was in knots as I gripped the straps on my bag tightly and after steeling my nerves and taking in the sight of the large city, I headed through the large stone arch to the busy streets beyond.
My excited eyes looked around at every nook and cranny as I took in every detail that was on offer. Soon coming across the large marble and wood building of the adventurer’s guild in front of me. I stood in front of the large building clearly awestruck and for a moment I felt completely overwhelmed. This was it. This was the first step I was going to take on my journey and yet I felt far too nervous to head inside. Instead I stood there shaking slightly as I tried to work up the courage to push those large oak doors aside and declare my presence to the world.
Idea 14: Man of the town. (So again the premise is also pretty basic. My character wakes up in a town where there’s no men, as if they all vanished at once. Including his father which leaves him home alone with his sister and mother. (It’s up to you if you want incest in the plot or not.) We can have a story with an element of mystery to it too if you want! Or we can just bounce around the town having him bonk as many different people as you want.)
Starter: It’s been a few weeks since all the men in the town vanished one day. One day they were there and the next they were gone. There was of course a panic even though it is much calmer than originally, it continues to creep in the back of everyone’s mind. It doesn’t help the fact that no outsiders have come into the town and some strange thick fog seems to stop everyone from leaving.
However, with no answers it was left to the women of the town to pick up the slack and try to push for some level of normalcy. Except for me it seemed. Since the whole act started, I was in lockdown not being free to leave my home since my mother and sister was much too paranoid that I’d disappear too. With the amount of time I spent indoors going stir crazy I began to wonder if it was better to be wherever the rest of them are.
Today was different though and finally I was given the chance to leave the house while my mother was careless and rather quickly, I headed out into the street just glad to take in the scenery as I headed over to a nearby park. I headed over the soft grass feeling it beneath my shoes and then to the pond where I took a seat on one of the mounted benches.
Idea 15: Zombie and Nuclear Apocalypse. (Not a whole lot to say here other than it’s one of your run of the mill Zombie/Nuclear apocalypse scenarios. I might toy with the idea of having multiple zombie types like games such as Dying light and Left for dead in order to spice things up a little but we’ll see where we go with it. As for nuclear I’ll probably be following along the Fallout franchise. Being part of these worlds will probably make my character a bit more brash, blunt and even a little rude. However, given some time he’ll warm up.)
Zombie Starter: No one knows quite when the outbreak started, however it swept over the globe causing panic. People eating people. People dying and coming back to life as a shambling corpse joining the armies of similar creatures. Society crumbled over time and the cities which were now hot zones for hordes of the undead creatures were left abandoned to all but the most daring or desperate of individuals. However, these rabid hordes weren’t the only thing to look out for in the apocalypse.
Society had begun to reform in its most primal form. People grouped together for safety. Those who just wanted to live peacefully became easy prey for those who saw the end of the world as we knew it as a playground to kill pillage and steal what they’d like. These bandits created their own factions with their own fortresses and seemed to have an endless supply of guns and ammo as they used it quite liberally.
I had been on the trail of a particularly nasty group of bandits as they razed whatever small settlements, they had to the ground callously and without mercy. I had just arrived at one of these towns. Dying people lay scattered about while fires licked at the makeshift buildings. It was still quite fresh. Approaching a nearby body which seemed to be moving slightly I turned it over the man was in bad shape and was clearly on death’s door. His eyes looking into mine in a pleading sense.
“Do you want me to make it quick?” I asked him reaching my left hand down to my machete which hung on my belt. Weakly his hand reached out to grip my right as he gave a nod. I knew the death wouldn’t be clean, as I unsheathed my blade. However, I couldn’t waste any ammo on my pistol nor could I risk tipping off the bandits that did this that I was following them. With a quick swing I slammed the blade into the head of the man ending his life and after wiping the blade off on his shirt I slid it back into its sheath my eyes scanning the immediate area for any of the undead which had turned or for a slim chance of getting a glimpse of survivors.
Nuclear Apocalypse Starter:
The world as we knew it ended in a flash. A white light followed by a rumble which washed over the world in nuclear fire. Billions died then and there reducing the world’s population to the brink. Those who were lucky to survive a direct blast were mutated to become much different than humans and more akin to zombies. Those outside of it didn’t have much quality of life as the radiation created mutated creatures which made living in a barren wasteland that much harder.
There were others however who were lucky enough to be given a spot in giant underground vaults. There they lived out their lives separated from the horrors that this new world wrought. One by one these vaults opened to allow these vault dwellers into the wasteland that was our world.
Their blue suits and clueless natures made them stand out and become easy prey to raiders, giant creatures and everything in between. Many of them didn’t get far before being gutted and robbed for their illusive vault suits which earned enough to feed a scavenger or bandit for a month.
The world and society began to rebuild. And with small settlements and towns popping up here and there it wasn’t all doom and gloom for the wasteland. Many were able to create jobs in local milita, mercenary work. Even trading or bartending.
I was such a mercenary a few generations of my family lived through the bombing and the radiation which was lucky enough for me, I guess. I was hired to do whatever someone wanted for the right price. And today I was tasked with delving into a recently opened vault and check make contact with the inhabitants inside.
Colt python on my waist I headed over to the large vault door which at this point was sealed shut and knocked loudly. This job seemed rather easy and was paying a lot which made me wonder who I was working for and what purpose they had with these vault dwellers. However, I wasn’t paid to ask questions nor did I really care at the end of the day. The less I knew the less guilt I could feel.
Idea 16: Space/Scifi. (So this is a scifi adventure. My character is the captain of his own ship and is currently looking for recruits to join him and help run it. There will probably be lots of interesting planets our characters go to and I’ll certainly be making them up as we go along! Your character can range as anything from a human to android or even an alien.)
Starter: Stepping out of The Tempest I breathed in the humid station air of Astra station. The station which was on the furthest reaches of the space ruled over the galactic council; was a haven for the depraved. Outlaws, mercenaries, drug dealers you name it Astra has it and in bountiful supply too.
Which made it a perfect spot to find someone who was desperate to get off the station. Someone who would work for cheap or for free. All I needed to do was to find them. “Schwarzer, don’t forget to stock up on food, military rations are sad.” A voice commented through the earpiece I had. “Yeah. I’ll head through the slums and to the market. Thanks, Evai.” I responded. “And don’t cause any trouble, I don’t wanna rot in this ship while you’re dead.” The voice added on. “Yeah yeah I’ve got it.” I responded as the communication line was severed and I started on my walk.
I headed through a nearby door and down into the depths of the station. Soon I the overcrowded and frankly smelly slums. Beggars and gang members lined every corner all looking at me with a cautious eye as I passed. There were even a few tweaked out drug users laying scattered about in some dark corners. Even a few corpses.
I didn’t stop though, if you stayed in one place too long down here you were asking to be jumped and quickly, I pushed on heading over to the bustling markets. The food quality here wasn’t the best although it was abundant. I even talked to a few of the store owners to see if they knew where I could find the extra hands to help me on my ship.
Idea 17: Brother sisteMother son (Or both). (So, this starter is gonna be fairly generic, however it’s open to allowing any of the familial ties to be easily included. I have a few ideas for immediate family and will post them below and if you have any ideas, I’m happy to hear them.)
Starter: It’s a hot and lazy day in the middle of summer break. I had laid splayed out on the couch at home. Despite the air conditioner being on full blast my skin underneath my tank top was getting stuck to the leather couch; which did little to alleviate the heat fluster that was going on. I sighed after looking over the back of the couch to the pool outback longingly. I sighed a little resigning myself to bite the bullet and peeled myself from the couch.
As much as I wanted to strip down and run out, I wasn’t entirely sure if I was home alone and as such, I headed up to my room to change into a pair of swimming trunks before heading back downstairs. Passing through the laundry and grabbing a towel on the way.
I headed onto the back deck and draped my towel over the railing before I rushed over and leapt into the pool immediately feeling the cool water wash away any of the heat I had been feeling. I resurface and breathed a sigh of relief as I pushed my messy hair back from my face.
Idea 18: Aunt/Cousin (Can be both). (Again like the incest scene above I’m not quite sure how to spruce this one up so I’ll leave it rather basic and we can go from there.)
Starter: My family has gone on holiday without me as I had to stay behind due to being caught up in exams. Rather than meeting up with them later they decided it would be more fun for me if I finished them up then headed over to spend some time with my Aunt and my cousin across the county. While I wouldn’t be leaving the country, I was still getting a vacation in a way and as such I tried my best to be upbeat and positive about it, even if I was envious of the others.
While it wasn’t the same pristine beaches and high-class resorts that the rest of my family was going to, I was still grateful for the hospitality. The plane lands in the airport and after collecting my bags and checking my phone for a confirmation I was going to be picked up I sent my family and my aunt and cousin a quick text telling them I landed safely. After gathering my small suitcase from the conveyor belt, I wheeled it through security and out to the meeting area keeping my eyes peeled for any sign of my cousin or my auntie. There was a little confusion about who was going to greet me so I wasn’t sure who to expect myself.
Idea 19: Incest family vacation. (So, this one is again going to be like the other two before it. They kinda roll off each other in a way. However, I believe it allows for a wide range of engagements with multiple characters at some kind of beach resort.)
Starter: It’s the dead middle of another scorching summer and rather than tough it out in our homes which has air-conditioning which never seemed to help, our large family decided to all go to a large resort (Could even be a cruise too) together. Many of the rooms were rather luxurious and I was more than excited to see what the rest of the hotel had to offer.
We pulled up into the lobby and while the parents were checking in I headed over to check out a map on the wall. It seemed there were quite a lot of different things to do around the resort. There was a pool with a poolside bar, a beach which had volleyball games, a massage parlour, hot tubs and many different activities ranging from native dances to eating competitions.
Just the realization we were here and the excitement at the many possibilities that could come from the vacation. Maybe I’d even meet someone nice and have a vacation fling. Although with so many family members running around, I doubted that I’d get much peace to do that. Regardless I was eager to get up to the room, have a shower and change into my swimming trunks to explore all the different places.
We headed up to the rooms where I noticed mine had a large double bed. However, judging by my mother’s comments outside It seemed there was some kind of mix-up in the rooms and I’d be sharing the room with one of my family members. Not that I minded too much. I placed my suitcase down and waited to see who would come in and if they were interested in joining me look around.
Closing words: So yeah that’s about it! Thanks for reading and if you have any questions or suggestions, I’m open to hearing them! I know this was probably a big read so thanks again for your time and I hope to talk to some of you soo
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2020.11.27 20:25 Joker_ERP [M4A] (A playing as F) Massive list of RP prompts (Rule 34, fandoms, Games, OC, Incest Ect.)

Hey there! Today I’ve got a massive list of rp ideas and have written out some starters along with some ideas to how I see the rp going. I’m open to change and ready to do other ideas too. So if you feel like you’ve got an idea I might be interested in feel free to talk to me about those: ).
As for my replies. I write in first person mainly and my reply length varies. I generally do anything from a few sentences to a paragraph or more and generally require my partner to do the same. Fair warning the less detail you reply with the less interested I’ll be in rping with you. (Not looking for a few words as a response)
I enjoy having a story to go along with the smut so it’s not just constant sex, some cute or action driven moments are fun as well. – Hand holding and cute dates are pleasant! I mainly do my rps on kik, discord or here. I also have an RP facebook account, so feel free to ask for my users for those! : )
My kinks and limits list might be a big read, but none are compulsory. I’m just here to have fun and hopefully meet some cool rp partners : )
Kinks: Harems (Doesn’t mean having to play all characters at once, just one by one is fine!), Incest, Outercourse (Which is stuff like titjobs, thigh jobs, grinding, hot dogging) Risky public spaces (Toilet stalls, changing booths. That kinda thing where people could get caught.) Facials, Freckles (Face and body). Big/nicely shaped bums (Especially if they jiggle). Creampies, Cum on tits/body, big cumshots, Thigh high socks. showewater sex (pools, shower, hot tubs ect.) Mutual desire for sex.
Limits: Pregnancy (Hard limit sorry), Vomit, Piss, Blood, Toilet stuff, Rape, Gangbangs (Unless it’s multiple females) Male on Male, futas, rimming/pegging.
There might be more that I’m forgetting so if you’re unsure feel free to ask me! The rougher side of sex like Name calling, slapping choking spanking I can all do as well! : ) Without further ado let’s jump into the starters!
Disclaimer: I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+
Here's the basic list of ideas if you wanted to look them over before reading the full posts. I’m also open to some ideas that I may have missed! And please note: I’m looking for FEMALE characters only!
Rule 34/Fandom/Game Ideas: Idea 1: My Harem (Hero) Academia. Idea 2: Pokémon Idea 3: Naruto Idea 4: Bleach Idea 5: One piece. Idea 6: Sword Art Online. Idea 7: Fairy Tail. Idea 8: Avatar The Last Airbender. Idea 9: Persona (Girls from 4 and 5). Idea 10: Harry Potter. Idea 11: Final Fantasy. Idea 12: The Witcher 3.
OC Ideas: Idea 13: Fantasy harem adventure. Idea 14: Only Man of the town. Idea 15: Zombie and Nuclear Apocalypse. Idea 16: Sci-Fi space crew.
Incest Ideas: Idea 17: Brother sisteMother son (Or both). Idea 18: Aunt/Cousin. (Can be both) Idea 19: Incest family vacation.
Idea 1: My Harem (Hero) Academia.
(So my character will be a transfer into Class 1-A. His power is the power of persuasion. With the power he’s able to convince someone to do something as if it’s their own will. However, he’s hesitant to use it on other people and to tell everyone he even has it as he’s been outcast at his last school for the villainous nature of his quirk. As such he can’t use it to its full extent and can only issue small commands to begin with.
My idea with this is that one or more (cannon or non) of the girls decide to help him out in a private setting and overtime it gets more and more sexual in nature. And as he becomes more confident, he’s able to issue more longer-term commands. This can also be mixed in well with some story and some action to keep the plot interesting.)
Starter: It was a day which started like most others in Class 1-A. The students got ready in the dorms and headed to class to chat among themselves while they waited for Aizawa to enter. However, unlike most days there seemed to be an extra desk placed in the room. The seat caused some confusion which didn’t last long as the first bell rang and Aizawa entered the room.
“Morning everyone.” He stated in his mainly bored and sleepy tone which seemed to sound like he was stifling a yawn. “Today we’ve got a new student transferring in from another school. He’s from Shiketsu, some of you may recognize the name since it’s got the same level as prestige as U.A. but regardless make sure he feels welcome.” He said pointing a sweeping stare at everyone and finally resting on the problem child of the U.A class Bakugo.
With that he fell silent and I felt it was my cue to enter. Swallowing a little at the nerves I steeled them quickly and entered. My blue eyes sweeping over some of the familiar faces in the room. Many of the students had standout performances in the UA sports festival and as well in the news reports about the villain attack on the training camp.
I had a lot to live up to if I wanted to join these legends in training but regardless, I was determined to do just that. Breathing a little and shifting my auburn hair from my eyes I smiled the best I could. “My name is Schwarzer, Chris Schwarzer. It’s a pleasure to meet you all.” I say bowing to the class.
Satisfied with the introduction Aizawa nodded to the spare seat in the room. Taking that as an order I nodded back and headed over to my seat sitting down and getting my books out. Curiously I turned to the seat next to me noticing one of the girls in the class and gave her a slight smile as Aizawa began his lesson.
Idea 2: Pokemon. (So this one is super simple. Some trainers or a trainer and his Pokémon go on a grand adventure. For this one my favourite Canon female are: Marnie, May, Hilda and May. And my favourite Anthro Pokémon are Lopunny, Arcanine, Blaiziken That’s just for reference though and you can really play whoever you like! Ocs are of course welcome too!)
Trainer x Trainer Starter:
I like many others in the world of Pokémon have just started on my journey. Although I had done so a little late. Regardless me and my starter Pokémon Aipom which was a gift from my late father. Setting off with excitement to make a name of myself.
That excitement wore off pretty quickly however as an advanced trainer stepped in my path and soon, I realized how big the gap between us was. He wiped the floor with my aipom and laughed as he took my “Prize money” Scooping up my aipom I rushed through the rest of the route and over to the next town ducking quickly into the Pokémon centre.
Looking around there was a few new trainers who seemed to have fallen to the same fate as I had and I shook my head. Guys like that were total assholes and without hesitating I headed over to the counter where the nurse took my Aipom from me. Once he was gone, I was told there was going to be a short wait due to the amount of Pokémon they had to treat. I nodded as I headed over and sat down in one of the seats.
Idea 3: Naruto. (So for this one I like the idea that my character is a nomadic mercenary hired by the leaf to help train the ninja of the village, maybe he also has some kind of hidden power that boosts his chakra but also increases his libido. Not too sure how I wanna go about this one.)
Starter: The Hokage Tsunade Senju looked over me with a curious gaze and then down to my application form. “You’re younger than I expected given everything you’ve done.” She stated honestly. “But the intelligence division did a thorough search into you and you check out.” She stated as she slammed the approved stamp down onto my paper.
“Just remember, if you do anything to endanger this village, I’ll snuff you out personally.” She said in an icy and threatening tone. Feeling a cold bead of sweat roll down the side of my face I nodded. “Of course. I wouldn’t dream of it.” I say. Internally I make a mental note not to cross her in any way.
“Good.” She said putting a smile across her features. “Your first group is down on the training field waiting for you already.” She stated. “Your lodgings will be set up by the time you’re done, here’s the key.” She said tossing the key to me which I caught and stuffed into my pocket. I was a little shocked with how quick she wanted me to get to work but I nodded. “Right!” I say giving a respectful bow before heading out.
It took me a little longer than expected to actually find the training grounds as I hadn’t ever been here before. And when I got there much to her credit there were a few ninja standing around. Approaching them I gave them a sheepish smile. “Sorry I’m late guys.” I called out. “I got lost.” I added on.
Idea 4: Bleach. (So a new human soul reaper makes it into the soul society. His power isn’t captain level to begin with simply being enough to take out the average hollow. And with the resurgence of the hollow threat the Soul Society has offered to give him a substitute badge to take out those hollows deemed too small for the soul society to handle. Maybe he’s paired up with someone or someone like Orihime steps in to help him grow.)
Starter: Another boring day at school followed by a night of boring patrols. With all the big hollows being taken care of by “Full-fledged” Soul reapers it didn’t leave me with much opportunity to train against bigger enemies.
At least that’s what I thought originally. A few blocks from me there was a rift which opened up and the pure spiritual pressure that came from the hollow that stepped out of it was enough to make me feel as though gravity itself was pushing against me.
It was hard to breathe and even harder to stand as my hand clutched my blade in my left hand tightly. I shook my head as I heard the loud roar of the large breast and could even see it’s towering form from my position.
It was nothing close to a menos, but it was enough to tower over a three-story building for sure. “Shit.” I hissed to myself as I knew there were no soul reapers around at this stage. With a threat this big I was sure they’d come, but until then it was up to me to buy some time and make sure no humans or souls were consumed.
Pushing myself forward I reached the park that the Hollow had appeared in. Thankfully the park was deserted at this time of night. When he saw me the hollow. “You don’t smell like much, but you’ll do as a snack.” The hollow commented as it charged forward. “Just evade, buy time.” I comment to myself as I began to leap around the battle field looking a bit like and feeling like an idiot.
The hollow toyed with me a little while enjoying the chase before it seemed to ger bored. Just when I was thinking I was fast enough to keep avoiding it the creature’s mouth opened and its forked tongue shot out at me with faster speed than I was anticipating I raised my blade to defend myself but it was a feeble attempt and I knew it wouldn’t be enough.
Idea 5: One Piece. (So I’m not quite sure how to approach this one, but I’ll give it a go. Much like the MHA starter my character will have the power of persuasion, having eaten the Persua-Persua fruit. I’m thinking either he joins the Strawhats and goes on their adventures or he makes his own crew with girls from the story, I’m gonna leave it fairly open ended so we can jump in whenever along the story we wanna go!)
Starter: Alone in a bar I sat staring in the amber liquid in my mug. I was down on my luck after having my whole crew and my ship destroyed in a long battle another pirate crew. The only reason I was able to live through the ordeal was due to my crew sacrificing themselves to give me a chance to escape.
I spent days adrift with little food and water and soon washed up upon the island I was in. Immediately I found a tavern ready to drown my sorrows and feel sorry for myself for a little while.
Letting out a sigh I downed the rest of my drink soon looking at the few drops of liquid bottom of my mug. I knew being a pirate wouldn’t be easy, I knew it’d be violent and end in violence. However, to lose in that fashion without even being able to use my devil fruit to calm or question our opponent and losing everything still took its toll on me.
Scratching at the growing stubble with one hand, the other I raised my mug to demand another drink and as such the bartender approached to fill my mug. “You’re looking a little rough there, you sure you need another?” The bartender asked as he took the mug from me. “I don’t have anything else to do. I don’t even know what else to do with myself.” I responded grumpily. “Just fill it up.” I demanded. “Right.” The bartender responded as he filled it with more of the alcoholic amber liquid and slid It in front of me.
Idea 6: Sword Art Online. (Fairly simple it’s SAO set in the original death game. I love the idea, so I’ve always loved rping this one. If you want to play canon characters my fave is for sure Lizbeth, but I’m open to OC characters!)
Starter: It’s been months since Akihiko Kayaba has trapped us into this death game. Or at least that’s how some people looked at it. Others saw it as their dream come true. But most if not, all wanted to push forward and beat the game.
Despite the desire to push forward little progress has been made. Guilds and parties have formed to push through dungeons but with the increased danger and with it more deaths; more and more people simply decided to live out their lives on the lower floors.
Unlike those rushing in to push through the content I was happy enough to go through it at my own pace. This place was like a dream for me, save for the fact I had an increased chance of dying I was able to live in this game without the worries of the outside world.
I was doing some late-night grinding in an area of dense forest. The sun had set and there was little light save for the bright moon poking through the trees. All was calm, the trees swayed with the wind and the occasional sound of creatures moving about was enough to calm me.
However, the deeper I got into the forest the louder a sound became. At first it was quiet but as I approached, I heard it more clearly. It sounded like steel clashing against steel. Someone was fighting. Moving from a casual walk into a jog I quickly came to a small clearing where I saw two figures fighting, although in the low light I couldn’t make it out until I got closer.
Idea 7: Fairy Tail. (it’s been a little while since I’ve seen the series, but I’ve always loved it! Given my time away I might have to take some time to refamiliarize myself with the magics. My character will simply be an entry level member into the guild to begin with, canon characters are welcome just as OCs are!)
Starter: Another day in magnolia and another party being held at the large guild building at the centre of town. A large-scale job had just finished with some of the senior ranking wizards. and even though I wasn’t part of that mission, instead being on my own D-Rank job I joined in on the celebrations.
I had only been part of the guild for a few days and so far, it’s not been as exciting as I’d hoped, although I figured that it’d pick up once I proved myself. I was drinking by myself when I was approached by Makarov. He was wearing an essentric looking orange outfit. “Schwarzer my boy!” He said as he patted me on the shoulder. “How are you fitting in?” He questioned. “Fine sir! Everyone has been very welcoming.” I say to him in response. “Glad to hear it! You’ve been doing a good job, although I’d like to see you do more.” The male said. “So I’ve arranged a partner for you on your next job, that way you can take something more challenging, what do you say?” He questioned.
“Yes of course!” I say eagerly as a smile spread across my face. “Great!” He said cheerfully. “I’ll introduce you to who you’ll be working with.” He said as he stood from his spot and lead the way over to a female clearing his throat loud enough to get their attention.
Idea 8: Avatar the Last Airbender. (So for this one I guess it can go two different ways. My fave girls from Avatar would probably be Ty Lee, Suki and Toph. Maybe my character is a powerful bender that either the fire nation or team Avatar wants on their side. I think it might be cool to think that Aang isn’t the only airbender and instead a small faction managed to escape and continue the lineage. Either that or my character is a powerful firebender of some kind. I’ll leave whichever you prefer to you in your first reply as I’ll leave it open ended.)
Starter: The world was at war ever since the Fire nation attacked. With the intense fighting came mercenaries. Freelance benders or soldiers ready to fight on either side. For a fee of course. And despite my age, being only eighteen I was quite renown amongst the other bounty hunters for my bending.
Of course, there were talks of the Avatar returning, having repelled an invasion in the south pole, the liberation of Omashu and then the fire nation prison. It seemed they were making quite the stir in the earth kingdom.
It’d only be a matter of time before they reached the small town, I was in. Perhaps they were already here. But if that was the case surely there would be some kind of stir. Pushing my hair from my face I ordered another drink from the barkeep. “You know you’re my favourite customer Schwarzer…. You’re the only one who consistently pays his tab. Unlike the rest of these soldiers or the workers around here.” The older man says in clear annoyance.
“Well who knows, if I wasn’t so successful, I’d probably mooch off you too.” I admitted with a grin. “Try not to talk too ill of the soldiers on either side.” I added on flicking him an extra coin for a tip once my drink was finished. “Well I better check if anyone has a job for me.” I say as I pushed myself up from my seat.
Idea 9: Persona. (So basically this is just gonna be a fairly interesting idea. My character along with the girls of persona 4 and 5 get stranded in this strange dimension where they have to fight their way out to make it back to their own worlds.)
Starter: It all happened so fast. One minute I was in a team meeting with my group discussing what we should use our newfound powers for next. And the next second, I had blinked and I was in some kind of strange room.
One by one more people were added into this room. Some of which were dressed in some elaborate costumes. And I frowned as I looked to each one of them, all of which I didn’t recognize at all and judging by their looks they didn’t recognize me. Although before we managed to introduce ourselves a booming voice broke the silence.
“Welcome all!” The clearly male voice commented. “To the room of my design.” He added on. “I’m sure you’re all confused. And no doubt you’ll want to return back to your homes. However, to do so you’ll need to enter my labyrinth. “Make it to the end and you’ll all return home.” The voice explained.
“Of course, this maze isn’t without its dangers. Enemies, much like you encounter on a regular basis will roam these halls. As well as beasts of my own design far stronger than those… Fear no though for every check point you reach this room will become more furnished with amenities. For now, you simply have beds to rest on.” He said as there was an audible click and the dark room was suddenly lit up. Sure, enough there were rows of beds all lined up one for each person to sleep on.
“When you’re ready to test yourselves step through this door and enter the first level of the labyrinth.” He declared as a large door appeared and opened up in front of them. For a while nobody said anything probably all too stunned to even process the information. “So, I’m guessing we’re all persona users given what he just said.” I spoke up. “I guess we should probably start with names and strengths, right?” I questioned the group. “I’m Chris Schwarzer.” I say. “My persona Serapth focuses on ranged combat.” I explained.
Idea 10: Harry Potter. (So to keep this one interesting I’m thinking of having it set in an AU where Voldemort and Harry don’t exist. However, there are still dark wizards who are part of a cult around. Defs looking for a Hermionie, Luna or Ginny, you could even have other celebs/ecelebs as teachers or students for this one! Ocs are of course welcome too!)
Starter: Another year at Hogwarts, the last for some; and another year of learning was right around the corner. Although times were not peaceful in the wizarding world. Aurors who were the police of the magical world were going missing or showing up dead.
The ministry not wanting to make a panic kept it fairly under wraps, however some of the families have come forward with the information and rumours abounded about what was really happening. Stepping off the train I sighed a little rubbing my temple where a headache had begun to set in. During the train ride here, I found myself stuck next to a boy who wouldn’t stop going on about the rumours and conspiracy theories.
Glad to be off the train I looked around for a minute lost as to where I needed to go. “I know it’s around here somewhere.” I commented, although my sense of direction was always off. Usually I followed everyone else. But this time it seemed I was one of the last ones off the train.
Idea 11: Final Fantasy. (So this is simply going to be an idea with no starter since it will probably change depending on the many FF universes. My favourite however is defs FF7. (Tifa, Jessie and Aerith are best girls) with follow-ups being 12, 13, 15, 10, 8 and 9. Basically a fight would take the Main character of those series, Cloud, Noct, ect out of commission and needing a leader the other characters step up and hire mine on. Similar to some of my other prompts but I never said I was creative :^) With that being said though if you ARE interested in this one let me know and we can work out details depending on what world we’re in!)
Idea 12: The Witcher 3. (So my character will be a Witcher. (wow!) Saving people, hunting things you know? The family business. Anyway, I’m gonna leave it super open ended for you to come in however you like! If you wanna play a canon character my top two are for sure Ciri and Trist, and OC characters are accepted too!)
Starter: A Werewolf, an odd and rare contract, although I figured it wouldn’t be a hard one. In face I figured with my silver blade that the creature would go down rather quickly. Starting the encounter, I was faced with a harsh reality due to my hubris. I started off well enough, however due to my carelessness I was quickly on the backfoot.
The beast roared as it swung its large clawed hand towards me. I had barely managed to roll out of the way of the attack. Probably due to the increasing levels of bloodless resulting in a careless action on my part. A level of confidence quickly pushed down by the fact a handful of open wounds stung at my flanks.
More scars for later given that I make it out of here, although with my silver blade thrown on the other side of the area leaving me with only a steel sword which barely even phases the thing. I had to reach my blade, although with my focus on dodging the attacks it was hard to find an opening to do so.
I raised a hand and cast the igni sign launching flames at the creature who leapt back and I tried my best to make it past the creature only to have to dodge another strike as the beast recovered remarkably fast. “Stubborn bastard, aren’t you?” I questioned a little sourly.
Idea 13: Fantasy harem adventure. (This one is fairly basic in nature. Basically, a young man with little combat experience leaves his poor hunting village once he’s of age and sets off to join the adventurer’s guild to make a name for himself and also to send money back home. He’s fairly modest, naive and kind hearted. Which makes him likable and easy to take advantage of.
We could add a story with war elements, racism and darker themes to show him that the world he idolizes isn’t as cracked up as he thought it’d be. Ideally, I’d like a full harem party for this one but I’m cool with one on one too.)
Starter: It had been a few days since I was finally able to leave the small village, I was raised in behind me. Sword on hip and keen to become an adventurer. Of course, I also wanted to make a name for myself and I was even more excited to see everything the world had to offer. With driving me forward I headed from my village over to the closest city which had a guild branch. A city called Ruan. It was nearly five times the size of my village if not more and yet it was nothing close to the capital city of Grancel.
Smooth dirt paths soon gave way to cobblestone and my boots clacked rhythmically against the pavement as my steps soon got faster and faster as Ruan came into view. My stomach was in knots as I gripped the straps on my bag tightly and after steeling my nerves and taking in the sight of the large city, I headed through the large stone arch to the busy streets beyond.
My excited eyes looked around at every nook and cranny as I took in every detail that was on offer. Soon coming across the large marble and wood building of the adventurer’s guild in front of me. I stood in front of the large building clearly awestruck and for a moment I felt completely overwhelmed. This was it. This was the first step I was going to take on my journey and yet I felt far too nervous to head inside. Instead I stood there shaking slightly as I tried to work up the courage to push those large oak doors aside and declare my presence to the world.
Idea 14: Man of the town. (So again the premise is also pretty basic. My character wakes up in a town where there’s no men, as if they all vanished at once. Including his father which leaves him home alone with his sister and mother. (It’s up to you if you want incest in the plot or not.) We can have a story with an element of mystery to it too if you want! Or we can just bounce around the town having him bonk as many different people as you want.)
Starter: It’s been a few weeks since all the men in the town vanished one day. One day they were there and the next they were gone. There was of course a panic even though it is much calmer than originally, it continues to creep in the back of everyone’s mind. It doesn’t help the fact that no outsiders have come into the town and some strange thick fog seems to stop everyone from leaving.
However, with no answers it was left to the women of the town to pick up the slack and try to push for some level of normalcy. Except for me it seemed. Since the whole act started, I was in lockdown not being free to leave my home since my mother and sister was much too paranoid that I’d disappear too. With the amount of time I spent indoors going stir crazy I began to wonder if it was better to be wherever the rest of them are.
Today was different though and finally I was given the chance to leave the house while my mother was careless and rather quickly, I headed out into the street just glad to take in the scenery as I headed over to a nearby park. I headed over the soft grass feeling it beneath my shoes and then to the pond where I took a seat on one of the mounted benches.
Idea 15: Zombie and Nuclear Apocalypse. (Not a whole lot to say here other than it’s one of your run of the mill Zombie/Nuclear apocalypse scenarios. I might toy with the idea of having multiple zombie types like games such as Dying light and Left for dead in order to spice things up a little but we’ll see where we go with it. As for nuclear I’ll probably be following along the Fallout franchise. Being part of these worlds will probably make my character a bit more brash, blunt and even a little rude. However, given some time he’ll warm up.)
Zombie Starter: No one knows quite when the outbreak started, however it swept over the globe causing panic. People eating people. People dying and coming back to life as a shambling corpse joining the armies of similar creatures. Society crumbled over time and the cities which were now hot zones for hordes of the undead creatures were left abandoned to all but the most daring or desperate of individuals. However, these rabid hordes weren’t the only thing to look out for in the apocalypse.
Society had begun to reform in its most primal form. People grouped together for safety. Those who just wanted to live peacefully became easy prey for those who saw the end of the world as we knew it as a playground to kill pillage and steal what they’d like. These bandits created their own factions with their own fortresses and seemed to have an endless supply of guns and ammo as they used it quite liberally.
I had been on the trail of a particularly nasty group of bandits as they razed whatever small settlements, they had to the ground callously and without mercy. I had just arrived at one of these towns. Dying people lay scattered about while fires licked at the makeshift buildings. It was still quite fresh. Approaching a nearby body which seemed to be moving slightly I turned it over the man was in bad shape and was clearly on death’s door. His eyes looking into mine in a pleading sense.
“Do you want me to make it quick?” I asked him reaching my left hand down to my machete which hung on my belt. Weakly his hand reached out to grip my right as he gave a nod. I knew the death wouldn’t be clean, as I unsheathed my blade. However, I couldn’t waste any ammo on my pistol nor could I risk tipping off the bandits that did this that I was following them. With a quick swing I slammed the blade into the head of the man ending his life and after wiping the blade off on his shirt I slid it back into its sheath my eyes scanning the immediate area for any of the undead which had turned or for a slim chance of getting a glimpse of survivors.
Nuclear Apocalypse Starter:
The world as we knew it ended in a flash. A white light followed by a rumble which washed over the world in nuclear fire. Billions died then and there reducing the world’s population to the brink. Those who were lucky to survive a direct blast were mutated to become much different than humans and more akin to zombies. Those outside of it didn’t have much quality of life as the radiation created mutated creatures which made living in a barren wasteland that much harder.
There were others however who were lucky enough to be given a spot in giant underground vaults. There they lived out their lives separated from the horrors that this new world wrought. One by one these vaults opened to allow these vault dwellers into the wasteland that was our world.
Their blue suits and clueless natures made them stand out and become easy prey to raiders, giant creatures and everything in between. Many of them didn’t get far before being gutted and robbed for their illusive vault suits which earned enough to feed a scavenger or bandit for a month.
The world and society began to rebuild. And with small settlements and towns popping up here and there it wasn’t all doom and gloom for the wasteland. Many were able to create jobs in local milita, mercenary work. Even trading or bartending.
I was such a mercenary a few generations of my family lived through the bombing and the radiation which was lucky enough for me, I guess. I was hired to do whatever someone wanted for the right price. And today I was tasked with delving into a recently opened vault and check make contact with the inhabitants inside.
Colt python on my waist I headed over to the large vault door which at this point was sealed shut and knocked loudly. This job seemed rather easy and was paying a lot which made me wonder who I was working for and what purpose they had with these vault dwellers. However, I wasn’t paid to ask questions nor did I really care at the end of the day. The less I knew the less guilt I could feel.
Idea 16: Space/Scifi. (So this is a scifi adventure. My character is the captain of his own ship and is currently looking for recruits to join him and help run it. There will probably be lots of interesting planets our characters go to and I’ll certainly be making them up as we go along! Your character can range as anything from a human to android or even an alien.)
Starter: Stepping out of The Tempest I breathed in the humid station air of Astra station. The station which was on the furthest reaches of the space ruled over the galactic council; was a haven for the depraved. Outlaws, mercenaries, drug dealers you name it Astra has it and in bountiful supply too.
Which made it a perfect spot to find someone who was desperate to get off the station. Someone who would work for cheap or for free. All I needed to do was to find them. “Schwarzer, don’t forget to stock up on food, military rations are sad.” A voice commented through the earpiece I had. “Yeah. I’ll head through the slums and to the market. Thanks, Evai.” I responded. “And don’t cause any trouble, I don’t wanna rot in this ship while you’re dead.” The voice added on. “Yeah yeah I’ve got it.” I responded as the communication line was severed and I started on my walk.
I headed through a nearby door and down into the depths of the station. Soon I the overcrowded and frankly smelly slums. Beggars and gang members lined every corner all looking at me with a cautious eye as I passed. There were even a few tweaked out drug users laying scattered about in some dark corners. Even a few corpses.
I didn’t stop though, if you stayed in one place too long down here you were asking to be jumped and quickly, I pushed on heading over to the bustling markets. The food quality here wasn’t the best although it was abundant. I even talked to a few of the store owners to see if they knew where I could find the extra hands to help me on my ship.
Idea 17: Brother sisteMother son (Or both). (So, this starter is gonna be fairly generic, however it’s open to allowing any of the familial ties to be easily included. I have a few ideas for immediate family and will post them below and if you have any ideas, I’m happy to hear them.)
Starter: It’s a hot and lazy day in the middle of summer break. I had laid splayed out on the couch at home. Despite the air conditioner being on full blast my skin underneath my tank top was getting stuck to the leather couch; which did little to alleviate the heat fluster that was going on. I sighed after looking over the back of the couch to the pool outback longingly. I sighed a little resigning myself to bite the bullet and peeled myself from the couch.
As much as I wanted to strip down and run out, I wasn’t entirely sure if I was home alone and as such, I headed up to my room to change into a pair of swimming trunks before heading back downstairs. Passing through the laundry and grabbing a towel on the way.
I headed onto the back deck and draped my towel over the railing before I rushed over and leapt into the pool immediately feeling the cool water wash away any of the heat I had been feeling. I resurface and breathed a sigh of relief as I pushed my messy hair back from my face.
Idea 18: Aunt/Cousin (Can be both). (Again like the incest scene above I’m not quite sure how to spruce this one up so I’ll leave it rather basic and we can go from there.)
Starter: My family has gone on holiday without me as I had to stay behind due to being caught up in exams. Rather than meeting up with them later they decided it would be more fun for me if I finished them up then headed over to spend some time with my Aunt and my cousin across the county. While I wouldn’t be leaving the country, I was still getting a vacation in a way and as such I tried my best to be upbeat and positive about it, even if I was envious of the others.
While it wasn’t the same pristine beaches and high-class resorts that the rest of my family was going to, I was still grateful for the hospitality. The plane lands in the airport and after collecting my bags and checking my phone for a confirmation I was going to be picked up I sent my family and my aunt and cousin a quick text telling them I landed safely. After gathering my small suitcase from the conveyor belt, I wheeled it through security and out to the meeting area keeping my eyes peeled for any sign of my cousin or my auntie. There was a little confusion about who was going to greet me so I wasn’t sure who to expect myself.
Idea 19: Incest family vacation. (So, this one is again going to be like the other two before it. They kinda roll off each other in a way. However, I believe it allows for a wide range of engagements with multiple characters at some kind of beach resort.)
Starter: It’s the dead middle of another scorching summer and rather than tough it out in our homes which has air-conditioning which never seemed to help, our large family decided to all go to a large resort (Could even be a cruise too) together. Many of the rooms were rather luxurious and I was more than excited to see what the rest of the hotel had to offer.
We pulled up into the lobby and while the parents were checking in I headed over to check out a map on the wall. It seemed there were quite a lot of different things to do around the resort. There was a pool with a poolside bar, a beach which had volleyball games, a massage parlour, hot tubs and many different activities ranging from native dances to eating competitions.
Just the realization we were here and the excitement at the many possibilities that could come from the vacation. Maybe I’d even meet someone nice and have a vacation fling. Although with so many family members running around, I doubted that I’d get much peace to do that. Regardless I was eager to get up to the room, have a shower and change into my swimming trunks to explore all the different places.
We headed up to the rooms where I noticed mine had a large double bed. However, judging by my mother’s comments outside It seemed there was some kind of mix-up in the rooms and I’d be sharing the room with one of my family members. Not that I minded too much. I placed my suitcase down and waited to see who would come in and if they were interested in joining me look around.
Closing words: So yeah that’s about it! Thanks for reading and if you have any questions or suggestions, I’m open to hearing them! I know this was probably a big read so thanks again for your time and I hope to talk to some of you soon!
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2020.11.27 20:07 MatthewBian Ca grizzly

This might be an unconventional post. But I wanted to inform people about the lost biodiversity in my home of California alone, and the deeper implications of this tide. The sixth mass extinction isn’t taking place exclusively with lions in Africa, elephants in Asia, or pandas in china. It’s reach and the impacts of the anthropocene are inescapable, leaving the biodiversity of this planet to embrace the fast moving pace of change or die in its wake. Since the industrial revolution, we as a collective species have gained the power to shape the planet in ways that we never conceived of. Most notably, the explosion of the human population, the invention of the repeating rifle, and the burning of fossil fuels have left their mark on animal populations worldwide, with us as the sole culprit to blame.
Ursus arctos californicus
The fact that it’s on Californria’s state flag might indicate some reverence or respect of the creature. But nope. It’s dead. We killed it. Consider this: The grizzly bear used to roam across the whole of North America, as far west as California, as east as the middle United States, and as south as central mexico. Now it is limited to Yellowstone, Alaska, and about half its original range in Canada.
The california grizzly grew larger than its counterparts in the rockies. In fact, it was big enough to be deemed a unique subspecies. The largest, shot in valley center, just a bit north of Escondido in San Diego county, weighed 2,200 pounds. That outweighs Yellowstone’s largest grizzlies by 500 pounds. The mild coastal climate, and plentiful food such as roots, berries, whale carcasses, salmon, and human babies(okay, I kid) was what allowed them to achieve such monstrous sizes. The golden state was home to an estimated 10,000 bears at its peak, and native american tribes have different stories regarding the Grizzly, which is where the name Yosemite comes from.
Life was good for the bear before the arrival of settlers. But that changed in 1769. Gaspar de Portola’s expedition was saved from starvation when bears were killed for meat in what is now Los Osos in San Luis Obispo county. Pre-dating the invention of the repeating rifle, they were hunted, but not to extremes, and were able to take advantage of the cattle being raised as a food source. Mexican ranchers called vaqueros killed bears by lassoing them, and could kill as many as 20 in a single night.
“The animals were lassoed by the throat and also by the hind leg, a horseman at each end, and the two pulling in opposite directions until the poor beast succumbed. The fun was kept up until about daylight, and when they got through they were completely exhausted”
“This method of hunting the bear is one of the noblest diversions with which I am acquainted. It requires an extraordinary degree of courage for a man to ride up beside a savage monster like the grizzly bear of this country”
“Fages himself headed a company of soldiers to hunt bears in the Canada De Los Osos. They roved about the valley, in which San Luis Obispo mission was founded, for about three months. During this time the hunters were enabled to send twenty five loads, or about 9,000 pounds of bear meat to san carlos and San Antonio, besides wild seeds purchased from the savages''(Zephyrin engelhardt)
The stock market terminology for a bear and bull market originates in this animal. Bears were captured alive, and forced to fight bulls, ironically after church on sunday, in front of entire towns.
“Usually several combats could be had between a bull and bear before either was killed, which made this novel sport one of immense profit to those who owned the animals”
The bears were known to win the majority of the time, and both animals were often hesitant to fight each other. The bears attacked by swiping down, while the bulls attacked by slashing upwards, giving rise to the terms we know today.
“Notwithstanding repeated expeditions against them, bears continued to be plentiful down to the time when the American hooters and trappers came to the country; but they then began to be thinned out. At the time of the American occupation there were still many, but, as the country filled up, they became scarcer and are now only found in remote places”(History of CA,1898)
In this manner, the bear went extinct. It was poisoned, trapped, hunted, and exterminated for a myriad of reasons, for sport, out of fear, defense of livestock, and a need to prove oneself as “manly”. It was a vestigial symbol of the dying wild, being pushed further inland after the gold rush and as more people filled up the state of california. The stories, half truths, and anthropocentric tall tales told about the bear enhanced their reputation as bloodthirsty man eaters, and motivated hunters to persecute it. Scientists never got a good chance to study it or dispel the fog of superstition that enveloped it. Most of what we know about the bear is told by the narrators of its demise, who locked eyes with one down the length of a rifle barrel. Their large population at the onset, and muscular build gave early settlers the impression that they were invincible. The mentality at the time was that nature’s reserves were endless, the fish in the sea were never ending, so to speak, and that the consequences of human actions were trivial. Consequently, hunting was not regulated, and populations began to plummet.
Interview of Colin Preston, San Luis Obispo, 1845, Harper’s magazine:
Colin: “This region pleases me. There are bears larger, stronger, and more difficult to kill than the lions of Algeria(Barbary lion, another species hunted to extinction). One of these will sometimes overtake a horse at speed. They are long limbed, active, and full of cunning. As for their courage, they are seldom disheartened except by fatal wounds. The bear of this country resembles the man who hunts him, and it is this resemblance of character that gives interest to the chase”
Interviewer: “How many bears have you killed in California?
Colin: “Seventy large bears, and twice the number of smaller ones. The cubs and young bear of the season are excellent eating, but a man must be hungry to eat the sinewy flesh of a full grown grizzly”
Interviewer: “Two hundred and ten in ten years!”
Colin: “Yes, but they are scarcer now. When I came here first we saw them every day. Now we ride sometimes fifty miles to find a bear”
With the invention of the repeating rifle, The grizzly’s nobility, power and courage swiftly melted before the searing flame of gunpowder and lead. No being of flesh and blood could withstand the slaughter that followed. His kind fell by the thousands. Almost overnight the grizzly was forced to change his character and habits of living. The fearless ones suddenly became the great timid beast, who slept by day and stalked by night, and eluded conflict except when forced to fight for his very life. The once ruler of the wild fastness of California became extinct because his only sins were greatness in size and fearlessness of men
(The Passing of the King, Vance Hoyt, 1934)
The California grizzly bear’s raw strength and its position as apex predator caught the eye of those who began California's independence movement, leading to its representation as a state symbol. But the bear was suddenly out of place. The sunny beaches and inland chaparral hills it called home became San Diego, Los Angeles, and San Francisco.
It was hunted and persecuted, the last confirmed one being killed on February 26, 1908 in Trabuco Canyon in eastern Orange County, visible from my home on a clear day. The 600 pound bear was caught in a trap, which it dragged for five miles before fighting off dogs and being killed with three shots to the head. She was called “Little black bear” while alive, but now taxidermied, goes by specimen 156594 in the Smithsonian. There was one final sighting in 1924 in Sequoia Park.
That was the last anyone saw of the California grizzly, which marks almost a century since the last bear roamed the state. But its death speaks to a greater ecological change. The old apex predator has been replaced by the new. It shows that globally, the wild has begun to wither away and die. Through our actions, the world is becoming less habitable for animals that require untouched expanses of land. Ernest Seton wistfully wrote that the grizzly had been “left at the mercy of men with no mercy”. The loss of the grizzly is symbolic of what else California lost. Salmon runs in the rivers, riparian woodlands, foggy coastal wetlands, the warm glow of the sun and the salty tang of the sea on a desolate beach. Much has been lost in the hurried and blind chasing of this thing we call “progress” and “civilization”. We still have much to learn about how to coexist peacefully with the species in our backyards, within the balances of a finite planet. But let the California grizzly and the demise of those like it serve not just as a dismal narrative but also an education. An awakening so that the broken, inbred, fragmented and dying pockets of the natural world might be given the chance to survive and thrive again.
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2020.11.27 20:01 MatthewBian Where the wild things were

This might be an unconventional post. But I wanted to inform people about the lost biodiversity in my home of California alone, and the deeper implications of this tide. The sixth mass extinction isn’t taking place exclusively with lions in Africa, elephants in Asia, or pandas in china. It’s reach and the impacts of the anthropocene are inescapable, leaving the biodiversity of this planet to embrace the fast moving pace of change or die in its wake. Since the industrial revolution, we as a collective species have gained the power to shape the planet in ways that we never conceived of. Most notably, the explosion of the human population, the invention of the repeating rifle, and the burning of fossil fuels have left their mark on animal populations worldwide, with us as the sole culprit to blame.
Ursus arctos californicus
The fact that it’s on Californria’s state flag might indicate some reverence or respect of the creature. But nope. It’s dead. We killed it. Consider this: The grizzly bear used to roam across the whole of North America, as far west as California, as east as the middle United States, and as south as central mexico. Now it is limited to Yellowstone, Alaska, and about half its original range in Canada.
The california grizzly grew larger than its counterparts in the rockies. In fact, it was big enough to be deemed a unique subspecies. The largest, shot in valley center, just a bit north of Escondido in San Diego county, weighed 2,200 pounds. That outweighs Yellowstone’s largest grizzlies by 500 pounds. The mild coastal climate, and plentiful food such as roots, berries, whale carcasses, salmon, and human babies(okay, I kid) was what allowed them to achieve such monstrous sizes. The golden state was home to an estimated 10,000 bears at its peak, and native american tribes have different stories regarding the Grizzly, which is where the name Yosemite comes from.
Life was good for the bear before the arrival of settlers. But that changed in 1769. Gaspar de Portola’s expedition was saved from starvation when bears were killed for meat in what is now Los Osos in San Luis Obispo county. Pre-dating the invention of the repeating rifle, they were hunted, but not to extremes, and were able to take advantage of the cattle being raised as a food source. Mexican ranchers called vaqueros killed bears by lassoing them, and could kill as many as 20 in a single night.
“The animals were lassoed by the throat and also by the hind leg, a horseman at each end, and the two pulling in opposite directions until the poor beast succumbed. The fun was kept up until about daylight, and when they got through they were completely exhausted”
“This method of hunting the bear is one of the noblest diversions with which I am acquainted. It requires an extraordinary degree of courage for a man to ride up beside a savage monster like the grizzly bear of this country”
“Fages himself headed a company of soldiers to hunt bears in the Canada De Los Osos. They roved about the valley, in which San Luis Obispo mission was founded, for about three months. During this time the hunters were enabled to send twenty five loads, or about 9,000 pounds of bear meat to san carlos and San Antonio, besides wild seeds purchased from the savages''(Zephyrin engelhardt)
The stock market terminology for a bear and bull market originates in this animal. Bears were captured alive, and forced to fight bulls, ironically after church on sunday, in front of entire towns.
“Usually several combats could be had between a bull and bear before either was killed, which made this novel sport one of immense profit to those who owned the animals”
The bears were known to win the majority of the time, and both animals were often hesitant to fight each other. The bears attacked by swiping down, while the bulls attacked by slashing upwards, giving rise to the terms we know today.
“Notwithstanding repeated expeditions against them, bears continued to be plentiful down to the time when the American hooters and trappers came to the country; but they then began to be thinned out. At the time of the American occupation there were still many, but, as the country filled up, they became scarcer and are now only found in remote places”(History of CA,1898)
In this manner, the bear went extinct. It was poisoned, trapped, hunted, and exterminated for a myriad of reasons, for sport, out of fear, defense of livestock, and a need to prove oneself as “manly”. It was a vestigial symbol of the dying wild, being pushed further inland after the gold rush and as more people filled up the state of california. The stories, half truths, and anthropocentric tall tales told about the bear enhanced their reputation as bloodthirsty man eaters, and motivated hunters to persecute it. Scientists never got a good chance to study it or dispel the fog of superstition that enveloped it. Most of what we know about the bear is told by the narrators of its demise, who locked eyes with one down the length of a rifle barrel. Their large population at the onset, and muscular build gave early settlers the impression that they were invincible. The mentality at the time was that nature’s reserves were endless, the fish in the sea were never ending, so to speak, and that the consequences of human actions were trivial. Consequently, hunting was not regulated, and populations began to plummet.
Interview of Colin Preston, San Luis Obispo, 1845, Harper’s magazine:
Colin: “This region pleases me. There are bears larger, stronger, and more difficult to kill than the lions of Algeria(Barbary lion, another species hunted to extinction). One of these will sometimes overtake a horse at speed. They are long limbed, active, and full of cunning. As for their courage, they are seldom disheartened except by fatal wounds. The bear of this country resembles the man who hunts him, and it is this resemblance of character that gives interest to the chase”
Interviewer: “How many bears have you killed in California?
Colin: “Seventy large bears, and twice the number of smaller ones. The cubs and young bear of the season are excellent eating, but a man must be hungry to eat the sinewy flesh of a full grown grizzly”
Interviewer: “Two hundred and ten in ten years!”
Colin: “Yes, but they are scarcer now. When I came here first we saw them every day. Now we ride sometimes fifty miles to find a bear”
With the invention of the repeating rifle, The grizzly’s nobility, power and courage swiftly melted before the searing flame of gunpowder and lead. No being of flesh and blood could withstand the slaughter that followed. His kind fell by the thousands. Almost overnight the grizzly was forced to change his character and habits of living. The fearless ones suddenly became the great timid beast, who slept by day and stalked by night, and eluded conflict except when forced to fight for his very life. The once ruler of the wild fastness of California became extinct because his only sins were greatness in size and fearlessness of men
(The Passing of the King, Vance Hoyt, 1934)
The California grizzly bear’s raw strength and its position as apex predator caught the eye of those who began California's independence movement, leading to its representation as a state symbol. But the bear was suddenly out of place. The sunny beaches and inland chaparral hills it called home became San Diego, Los Angeles, and San Francisco.
It was hunted and persecuted, the last confirmed one being killed on February 26, 1908 in Trabuco Canyon in eastern Orange County, visible from my home on a clear day. The 600 pound bear was caught in a trap, which it dragged for five miles before fighting off dogs and being killed with three shots to the head. She was called “Little black bear” while alive, but now taxidermied, goes by specimen 156594 in the Smithsonian. There was one final sighting in 1924 in Sequoia Park.
That was the last anyone saw of the California grizzly, which marks almost a century since the last bear roamed the state. But its death speaks to a greater ecological change. The old apex predator has been replaced by the new. It shows that globally, the wild has begun to wither away and die. Through our actions, the world is becoming less habitable for animals that require untouched expanses of land. Ernest Seton wistfully wrote that the grizzly had been “left at the mercy of men with no mercy”. The loss of the grizzly is symbolic of what else California lost. Salmon runs in the rivers, riparian woodlands, foggy coastal wetlands, the warm glow of the sun and the salty tang of the sea on a desolate beach. Much has been lost in the hurried and blind chasing of this thing we call “progress” and “civilization”. We still have much to learn about how to coexist peacefully with the species in our backyards, within the balances of a finite planet. But let the California grizzly and the demise of those like it serve not just as a dismal narrative but also an education. An awakening so that the broken, inbred, fragmented and dying pockets of the natural world might be given the chance to survive and thrive again.
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2020.11.25 11:18 iamgodandashamed I drink a lot

I DRINK A LOT
I was born in 1968

At first it may be because of a failed relationship with a neighbour because she hooked
up with my brother. On that what sort of person does that, seriously. I wasn't ready for
that. I have decided not to swear on here. I will also not give away names or businesses.
They could possibly work it out but I won't name anyone. I just want to tell my story.
Later it became more of I just want to forget. And sleep. I can't kill myself or hurt
myself.

Some more reasons are that I was bullied throughout my life. My stepfather abused me. My
real dad was an alcoholic. My mother was controlling from my 20's. When I met the
neighbour I was 21. My Mother kicked both my brother and I out if we didn't stop seeing
the neighbour. But then again the neighbour was a waste of space. Around the late 2000's
my mum actually wrote me a letter to say stop seeing a mutual friend.

Some local kids decided to throw condoms with water inside them because I was friends
with a gay guy. I knew he was gay. So what. But local kids thought it was wrong. They
were homophobic. I could really get them into trouble now with that. But why bother. I
really just drink so I will die soon hopefully. I have lost all hope for humanity.
They threw them at my car.

Anyways, after my abuse I still didn't work out my sexuality until probably 1994/1995.
I am not sure.

My father was an alcoholic and lost the family business early on in my life. My mum and
dad separated when I was 5. I remember little about my early childhood. Mainly things at
school. One home incident really stuck out early. I have a scar above my eye because a
steel ladder hit it. 5 stitches.

I am pretty sure my dad use to abuse my mum and gave us all the belt at one point. My
oldest brother acted out a lot and left when he was 16 I think.

After my parents separated I would visit my mum on weekends and holidays and see my
stepfather and his kids. Then in 1975 my mum and stepfather moved to another state.
Starting in December, 1978, I visited my mum and stepfather in the holidays staying
about 5 weeks. This happened in 1978,79,80,81. In June 1982 my dad had the accident and
I stayed with my mum for about 3 months.

Another incident was a German Shepard ( named that way at the time) attacked me when I
was walking home and I got some bad scratches and a lifetime fear of dogs. Found out
later the dog attacked someone else and was shot dead.

I am one of three brothers. The oldest is now dead from a heart attack but was an
alcoholic. Around April he started drinking heavily and was told not to drink again.
The second oldest now has cancer but was born with brain damage. He was the
brother that the neighbour dumped me for him. ( again yea who does that?) Me. I am an
alcoholic and had been abused, bullied, cheated on, lost a son to a girl who cheated on
me. Yea so life is great hey.

I worked out my sexuality in 1994? Maybe. Well in 2000 I moved to a big city and started
driving a taxi. I left a winery because the lead hand wouldn't stop pushing his ideas on
me. One of my last conversations to him was that I would kill him and bury him. I think
I got the point across.

In 1978, I had a weird conversation with my stepsister. She asked me how I masturbated.
I didn't at that point. 2 years later after my mum and stepfather met another couple,
some of my abuse started. Yes it was sexual. I can't say I was forced. I wanted to do
it. I know that doesn't make it right. Its just what happened. With one of the sons of
the other family some things happened. We visited a nudist camp and nudist beach. The
other family had 6 children. They were a blended family. The oldest was about 16. The 2
stepsisters were a year older then me. The 2 stepbrother's were my age. There was a
younger girl. About 3 years younger. In 1982 I had extra relations with the other
brother and both stepsisters. We were all about 14 and 15 when this happened.

Actually in 1982, my father had a bad accident. He was going to buy a bottle of sherry
from a pub. Apparently he said he did a u-turn and hit a tree.
Actually he hit the tree at speed. He claimed someone ran him off the road.
He hit that tree with such force that the car, a ht panel van, had a rounded dent in the
front that it was amazing he was still alive. He had broken ribs, broken legs, and
troubles with eating and other things. He couldn't walk properly afterwards. When I saw
him in hospital I fainted. It was horrific. So I went to live with my mom. When he
recovered I went back to him. He continued to drink. We moved from one city to a town
then to a beach town. At this point I was experimenting with wearing women's clothes.
And in the beach town I continued with meeting men.

In 1984 my father died. He couldn't eat properly. And still drank. I started stealing
things from 1982 and ended up spending 3 months in a detention centre in 1983 ( I think)
then had probation until age 18. When I left the centre I again run away but my children
services officer found me. Anyways. I stopped acting out and lost my father.

In 1981, I was in a school in grade 8 in a high school that I knew nearly everyone in
the school. 1982 year 9 I did it then had to continue year 9 in another school where I
was bullied. 1983 I had to repeat year 9 but when I was sentenced to 3 months prison
after stealing bicycles, a boat and tried to steel a car and succeeded in stealing my
dad's car and drove to a big city, my dad took me to the police. In the police interviews
they first tried to pin a lot of stuff on me and i played along until i got sick of the
righteous cop who thought i was some sort of crime wave. I wanted to leave school. One
of the best things I made friends with the strongest guy in that place. Funny thing I
remember when a yacht won for a small country. And a song about still standing. I made
a coffee table too.

After my father's funeral me and the second oldest brother returned to my mother's and
stepfather's place. A caravan with all of my toys and coffee table, my brother's models
and telescopes and clothes was stolen as well as school photos. The caravan was recovered
but nothing else. Who steals photos and toys?

2 incidents that happened about 8 years apart in 2 different states really affected me
badly. The day after my birthday in 1986 I picked up my car from the pub, saw some
friends, then drove home when I got to my turn I saw some police cars and an ambulance
and a car that looked like it was sideswiped. Turns out the driver who was killed was a
local popular girl and was pushing her car after running out of fuel. The drunk driver
lost his licence and not much else. I reckon he should have been locked up for murder.
Another 8 years or so in another state a local kid hopped into his classic car and headed
into town but a big 4wd driven by another drunk driver was headed towards him and
collided and killed him. The drunk driver got a slap on the hand. He, too should have
been put in jail for murder. 2 more wastes of spaces.

I want to tell my story to everyone for free. I don't want money. I am a unemployed carer
for my brother who has cancer. If anyone wants to donate, donate to a worthy cause of
your choosing.

In year 7 the teacher's kid was in his class and because of that I got the cane for
several times. Of course I would like to find that kid now and whip him but he is another
waste of space.

The principal was also a waste of space and at one time kept us all on the parade ground
where someone fainted from the heat. À girl at the school who I liked lied that she
liked me but was joking. I did see her again in 1989 maybe. The third bf of the
neighbour punched me because I started stalking her, oh yes I did stalk her but again
who the hell hooks up with my brother after dumping me.

That couple later was arrested for drugs and later left the area. A local drunk who
abused me for the following and stalking ended up getting run over and died. I thought
at least one waste of space is now dead.

A stupid idiot died. Good.

There were some great experiences from my childhood. Like a cat that was blind that I
called pinky. She was a white albino cat. She was probably blind.
She was the greatest pet I ever had. She had a litter in my dad's doctor's case. She
once followed me all the way to the local shop ( about 4 kms) and back but I had to
carry her the last few hundred yards. But as all great things it ended with tragedy. I
came home from school and couldn't find her. My dad said he found her after being
attacked by dogs, her back broken he had to put her out of her misery. I have never
since had a pet like her. I don't know what happened to the dogs, but another
reason I hate dogs.

Put it this way. If I had a gun and a dog walked up to me I would pull the trigger.

On my stepfather. Yes he abused me and another kid. His reputation could be ruined by
this. His paintings are hanging in a council office and a park is named after him. If
anyone thinks they should be changed then I will get that done. If not I will leave it.
My stepfather passed away in 2005 from a heart attack because he still smoked.

My mother was controlling. I think in the early 2000's I told my mum and stepfather
about a girl I was interested in. That didn't work out. I never told them any other
relationship again. I think I picked younger girls because I missed out on girls from
21 to 33. I met many girls from 2001 to 2019. Most were younger. Only one was older.
But they were always of legal age. I could never be an abuser. And I couldn't be with
a married woman either.

Some of the first girls were Aussie, but I soon moved to Asian ladies, even marrying a
Vietnamese girl so she could stay in Australia. It failed though cause she was too busy
making money as a hooker. She claimed she was a stripper but she would bring guys back
to the house. In 2010 I changed to mostly African girls. My last lady friend was
Hispanic.

A "gf" in 2017 to 2018 who I had a baby with who was still born because of her not
telling me that her water had broken. She also cheated on me. I don't know when it
started. Soon after leaving a job where I was bullied and treated like rubbish a guy
came to the house and she hoped I wasn't home. After some distinctive noises I did
leave. She wanted to have a second baby but after finding out she cheated I didn't want
to have another kid with her. Soon after we left the house and I went back to living in
my car.

Living in my car. Pretty sure I did this from December 2009. Anytime I had work in big
city. At one point I joined a gym so I could shower. Other times I went to swimming
pools. Later I found a truck service station that wouldn't mind who used the showers
as long as you bought something.  Actually some great meals and people at the
place. I couldn't really afford it but at least I wasn't paying rent.

Yes I am an alcoholic. I won't stop. I want to die. I am ashamed. If anyone wants to
stop me guess you will have to lock me up. In the world we have a megalomaniac who
wants to rule the world. We have minorities who are continually dying in custody. If
even one person doesn't do anything then nothing changes.

Met a lovely person in 2011. Things ended in 2012 when I left a Job to be with her. Job
later folded. Owners were another waste of space. But I loved this person. I know it
wouldn't have worked though. I was too old. If I had met her in, oh that wouldn't work
out. Let's just say if I was 20 years younger it would have been better.

I can only think of one woman who was my perfect match but that didn't work out. Or if
we were born in different times.

Pretty sure that I will never find true love or another job.

Thanks to the federal government for forgetting unemployed people over 35. Thanks
for one state government for blaming another government for closing state boarders
then recording more infections. And thanks to a waste of space.

Pandemic. Look at the numbers. One country has the most. This country never took
proper precautions. Their leader is another waste of space.

My new catch phrase. Another waste of space.

Jobs I left. 2 times at the winery. Firstly one couple couldn't work fast enough. I
know I am slow but this couple was retarded. Second time was because of that leading
hand. Driving taxis I just moved depots when I moved houses. In 2002 I worked for a guy
to deliver junk mail. He was another waste of space. I lived with him and his gf ( being
a friend of mine) I woke up one night to his swearing, actually turning out to be a
reminder to my dad.

I worked for a depot in 2008-09, because the mechanic thought it was funny to trap me
in the window. Guess what another waste of space.

I worked for a depot where the owner was a waste of space.

A dealership I worked for where I was bullied and that. Well everyone there was a waste
of space.

Oh yea bonus material. A girl and a cop tried to frame me for hitting her car. She
actually reversed into me. Her and parents ran a shop with adult videos and drugs. The
cop was involved. Anyways later on I heard he tried to pick up another girl and got his
brains blown out.

In that place before we moved I could get anything I wanted. For instance I could buy
a gun.

So should I keep drinking.

I also ran a few businesses of my own. And even one on an app. Again probably making
less then $10 an hour. More wastes of spaces.

Talk about slave labour. Even in this country they still want people to pick fruit
and be paid for weight. Again another waste of space.

From October 2018, after I left that house I would work up to 8 days then drive up to
the little country town and buy and cook dinner for my brother. Sometime in September
2019 I noticed my brother had a lump on his neck. He said he had it for awhile. I got
him to see a doctor and when he did she referred him to a ct scan. Then he referred to
an oncologist. He was diagnosed with incurable cancer.

Mum passed away in 2013 from cancer.

I moved all my stuff up to the house to care for my brother at the end of September.
Cook and shop and stuff. Drive him to his appointments. We have visited another town
which is 100kms away 26 times. My brother has had all of his treatments and all is good
for now.

I will no longer risk my brothers life now. I won't be meeting anyone for years.

Now to this year. I have almost paid off a big debt. Started in 1994/1995 with a
bankcard. Up to $13000. Paid it off in 2012 after my ute got written off. But then
made it again after the move to be with that girl. This year I also got the remainder
of me super. ( a stupid idea. Why not have your money now). Anyways bought some gadgets,
paid off debt and may have a road bike end of this year.

My body isn't too good. I am overweight and have high blood pressure. I had also
started smoking when I was 15 then gave up when I was 23. So at a later date I may
develop cancer as well. Do I want to know. Part of me does and my doctor has suggested
I find out via an x-ray. Part of me does not. We all die. I have now reached out to
see a psychologist to talk to someone about my mental health and life. But I also want
to tell my life story to my family, some day.

I stopped drinking the other day will now take it one day at a time. I know I have to be
here for my brother. After that I don't know.

Now my sleeping pattern is all over the place. Wake up at midnight after a few hours
sleep. Fall asleep around midday sleep til 8 pm. Then it changes again. Last night fell
asleep around 9pm and woke up at 4am. I hope it is all good now. Was thinking of drinking
again to make my sleep right but didn't.

We did have a memorial for my stillborn son and I named him after my stepfather. I don't
know why but it was the first name that came to mind. He is buried at a cemetery that I
have never visited. As far as I know there is no plaque. I will reach out to the cemetery
to find out if he has one.

I heard some wonderful news on sunday. I am drinking now. I am celebrating. I am an alcoholic.
In 2012 I stopped drinking for a few years. A few weeks ago I stopped drinking for a bit but
started again. I don't care if it kills me. A ducking dunt is still not gone from the usa
He should be removed.

Finally some good news. The ducking dunt didn't get enough votes. Now if he doesn't leave he
can be removed by the secret service. You will be able to guess who he is. I think he is
insane. My country is trying to get the country responsible for the pandemic to face some
sort of charges. That country has told my country to really think about what they are doing.
Probably a good idea not to pick on a very large country in terms of population.

Some things did happen in 1979. with that other family we did visit a nudist beach. In 1980
the other family purchased my stepfather's mothers' house after her passing. Then after
that we would visit the nudist camps. I cant remember much else that happened in 1979. At
one point some time early on i saw both my stepfather and mother naked. Probably was in
1978 now that I think of it the night I saw them was the same night my stepsister asked me
about how I masturbate.

I have found out where my son is buried. I checked some records from a council and found
out where he is and asked the council if he had a plaque. He doesn't so I am visiting the
cemetery soon and will get a plaque for him as soon as I can. He was light skin but still
be a person of colour if he lived, with all of the rascism that is still abundant in my
country. White people just don't know what it is like to be treated differently because
of the colour of your skin.

I had deleted some of these paragraphs but decided to reuse them. I dont want the world
to end. I just want my world to end.

My mum sent me a letter sometime in 1996 about my father having been abusive to her.
That's why she left him. I ran away to a big city for a year.

Going to get a gew more gadgets like a video camera to film my story to put up on
youtube using narrator to tell it. This is my life now. drinking to sleep and trying to
forget my life. I could of course stop drinking but where's the fun in that. I dont want
to live forever. I think the world will end soon. We have many countries that want to
start world war 3. Luckily the reign of a dictator has been ended. But i dont put it
past his stupid chrildren trying the same thing. I think the best solution is to kill
him and his entire family. That would save the world. But then again there is 7.8
billion people on earth. So why not end human life.

Actually I think all of the human races' problems are because of politicians. Lets
get rid of politicans if you want the human race to survive another 1000 years.

We have many websites where people scam other people, troll other people and
bascially treat other people very terribly. Why cant we stop these people. How
about get rid of the internet. It is not working. Many other things throughout
history has killed many people. Cigarettes, Alcohol, Coal, Oil and more that
without the world would be better off. There has been many wars too. Many
terriost actions and gun related crimes. One big country has a right to bear
arms. But they continue to have gun deaths and many other crimes. Get rid of
the guns. GET RID OF THE GUNS.

Remember hearing about a guy who actually shot his dad because his dad use
to beat his mother.

One last thing a stupid country voted in a complete dunt. And now there are
rumours you will vote in his daughter. What is wrong with these people??/?
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In 1997 a certain popular person died in a car accident. I was making my
style of picnic tables when I heard. It was a sad day.

About 2005 I was driving to big city to do some job that was supervising
taxi ranks. I would finish at 5 am drive halfway home to the country then
sleep in my car. Wake up and drive home. Sleep a bit more then drive back
to big city.

I have sent an earlier update to my stepfather's kids and a friend. I don't
think I will see them again. I want to actually remove the paintings, the
gravestones and the sign at the park.

Actually I think a certain polictical party in a big country is to blame
because they didn't want a woman in office so they put up a candidate so
fundimentally stupid and he was voted in and now with rising deaths in
the country and now they can't get rid of him.

Tell you what let's get rid of violent games. I like violent movies but
they should be stopped too. A great movie trailer I saw was for Tom &
Jerry. Yes it is violent but it is a cartoon. Why should we watch movies
about killing then not think it in real life.

From 2000 I used a chat program on yahoo until about to 2006. Then
changed to one called tagged. where I met most of the girls. Met a
couple through facebook too.

Loved seeing movies at the drive-in or cinema. Saw a few great movies
up until 1978. The next movie I saw at a cinema was in 1989. Missed out
on a lot of great movies. Though now I have a great collection of dvd's,
CD's, records, tapes and videotapes. And Books.
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2020.11.24 15:21 DJSwaleswritesbooks PARIS: HOW I ESCAPED THE CLUTCHES OF A DARK CURSE IN THE CITY OF THE CATACOMBS

I don’t often talk about why I left Paris last year, but my mind won’t leave it alone. Memories of my neighbour, Madame Blankenfelde, jolt me with the realization that there are things out there that want to hurt us. To hunt us. By things, I should be clear . . . I mean entities of this earth, but not formed of flesh and blood. This last quality is perhaps why they covet us.
I had left Dublin for Paris as a struggling poet – following in the footsteps of James Joyce and many Irish writers and poets who had their “Paris phase”. I even journeyed to the City of Light in the same manner of those luminaries – by boat and train. No low cost airlines for me! There has to be some hardship, I thought, I mean, I’m not escaping the mass deaths of the Irish famine, nor grinding colonial oppression. Nope, I had merely been performatively dumped by my girlfriend during a slam poetry evening. Our explosive argument practically shut down the event. I was so embarrassed – another reason to leave Dublin. It didn’t help our chances that my poetry had received twice as many votes as her own.
On top of being dumped, the gourmet burger company I slaved for, near Trinity College, fired me without explanation. I later heard from Niamh, a co-worker from Donegal, that my beardless face, ginger curls, and generous Guinness waistline just weren’t “hipster enough”.
“Hipster enough?” I cried. “For fuck’s sake I’m literally a starving poet!”
***

I can still feel the relief as I finally stood outside the sadly yet gracefully decaying Residence Rimbaud mansion block on that sweltering August day, after picking my way through the dog turds that peppered the pavement. Graffiti covered the length of the building as high as hands could reach. Being August, Paris was half empty, but the air was still thick with weed. At the base of the building were large incongruous foundation stones, the sad remains of a medieval abbey that now made up the building's basement, and apparently had a secret tunnel leading into the bone-filled catacombs. Five hundred years of dog piss had stained the noble stones like an abstract painting.
Behind me, a metro train roared out of the iron lattice of the raised Barbès – Rochechouart Metro station. I squinted at the hideous carvings in the honey coloured stone – gargoyle faces and macabre twisting vines and wilting flowers. They surrounded every door and window of Residence Rimbaud.
I think I sweated three bottles of Evian just lugging my huge suitcase up the first four flights of stairs. I remember pausing and leaning into the stairwell, trying to figure out the origin of some arabesque music that echoed around me as it very often would on the streets of what is now a very Tunisian and Algerian neighbourhood. Within walking distance were the picturesque hilly cobbles of Montmartre, made famous to some by the movies Amélie and Moulin Rouge, and known to others as the haunt of Monet, Renoir, Van Gogh, and Picasso. Monetmartre was where I’d really wanted to live, but the rents were higher than the dome of Sacre Coeur, the neighbourhood’s crowning glory.
Shit! I jumped. A frail, thin little lady, hair the colour of snow, was watching me, emotionless, from the top of the stairs. I laughed at the absurdity of it, grabbed my suitcase and, out of nowhere, she was suddenly next to me. “Oh, excuse me,” I said. “I hope I’m not in your way.”
She looked into my eyes, crossed herself like a good Irish Catholic, then muttered something inscrutable as she melted down the stairs. That was weird, I thought. But I got used to it. That was my first experience of my decidedly eccentric neighbour Madame Blankenfelde.
***
A month after I moved in, I recorded Madame Blankenfelde’s routine passing phrase and posted it among my usual Instagram poetry stories. One of my followers is Latvian and she told me the words “var ļaunums palikt prom no jūsu durvīm” mean, “may you keep evil from your door”.
For my first few months in Paris I just wandered the streets by day, writing spontaneous poems and eating too many pastries. My Instagram profile and various blogs gradually attracted a meagre following of insomniacs, weirdos, and two potential stalkers. By night I pulled pints in The Foggy Dew, one of the hundred Irish pubs in Paris, but the only one that can lay claim to have been the haunt of Oscar Wilde, after he left England a broken man. It was hidden down an alleyway in the medieval district of Le Marais, next to a tiny gay bar, an old synagogue, and opposite a snooty interior design store where you had to ring the bell for entry. Bram Stoker was also said to have drunk in The Foggy Dew, after visiting the city’s skull-filled subterranean catacombs.
After work I’d lay in bed, listening to Gothic podcasts and working on my journal. I was researching the history of the Irish in France. Aside from when Irish famine refugees were ordered to stay outside the port city walls at night, the Irish had a glorious history in the country.
“There were Irish regiments in the French army,” I once explained to Patrice, one of the heaviest regular drinkers at The Foggy Dew. “They fought for France, but also to free Ireland from the British,” I explained. “It was actually an Irish General – MacMahon – that liberated Paris from the Prussians and the horrors of the Commune.”
“Ah!” said Patrice, “When the citizens turned on each other in every twisted savagery. Cannibalism! Madame Guillotine! Unspeakable acts! Not even babies were sacred. Bah! All so some fucker could write a musical called Les Miserable!
Moments later I was on my knees in front of Patrice, mopping up his vomit. It was then that I looked up and saw a small face in the window. Madame Blankenfelde!
I dashed outside, my brow lined with confusion. She was shaking. “Are you cold?” I asked, but it was a warm night. Her face looked haunted. It was fear. Terror!
“Please!” she said, urgently pressing a thick envelope into my palm, conjuring the saddest weak smile. A few seconds later and I watched her speed away in her waiting taxi.
***

When I emptied the envelope behind the bar I found her keys, two hundred Euros and a small note, all in CAPS, saying:

HELLO RYAN. I MUST GO LATVIA. GRAND PROBLEMES FAMILY.
PLEASE FEED CLEAN DRINK CAT KAKIS. MONEY. ONE WEEK
KAKIS GOOD CAT.
PLEASE PRAY ME GOD.
MERCI – KATARINA

I showed the note to Patrice.
“Pull some fish out of the river, feed them to the cat, and pocket the money!” he advised. His breath still stank of vomit and I pulled away, lost in thought but now tasting my own bile at the back of my throat.
***

Three days into cat-sitting Kakis, I saw Mustafa, the janitor of the building, a broad and towering sixty-something mustachioed Algerian. He was mopping the tiles of the reception area, where a full time attendant once sat in better days. The wood of the desk was worn and scratched. On its warped surface a few thumb-eared tourist brochures had been abandoned by departing Airbnb guests. A large chandelier, missing most of its crystals, hung precariously on a cable that stretched up the full seven storeys of the building’s stairwell.
Mustafa spoke five languages if you included his spattering of English. He paced nervously on the spot, in open-toed sandals, as he explained that Madame Blankenfelde had been a housekeeper for a wealthy family in the 16th arrondissement for thirty years. This was only the third time she had returned to Latvia, the other times being the deaths of her mother and father.
Thirty years? I thought. How can that be, her flat is less than spartan. She has virtually no belongings. I didn’t mention the dozen crucifixes nailed to every wall and bibles laid around the edge of the floors in both rooms. The only faded black and white photo in the place was pinned above her bed. The faces of two adults were scratched away. I figured they were her parents, with the girl nestled between them being Madame Blankenfelde. All three of them stood in front of a thick wooden door, from the top of which three small symbols dangled from ribbons. One looked a little like a Swastika, while another was a triangle. Others looked a little more complex, but all angular.
“She no like go home,” pot-bellied Mustafa said, shaking his head ruefully. His fingers sought the chain around his neck, hidden under the I LOVE DUBLIN t-shirt I had passed on to him after putting on too much weight. The chain was taut on his thick neck as he pulled out a golden holy Hand of Fatima, rubbing it between his fingers as he spoke. I recognised the talisman immediately– said to protect Muslims from evil. I’d seen them sold at markets near the beach in El Gouna, Egypt. “You want?” asked Mustafa, seeing my interest in the object.
“No, no, just admiring,” I said, and trudged upstairs swinging a bag of cat food tins. I stopped in mid-step and swivelled to call down one last question: “Where is her husband? Latvia?”
Mustafa shook his head and, without looking up, said: “Bad thing happen, many bad thing.” A vintage telephone blared from a side room. He stalked away to answer it.
On the sixth night, I checked on Kakis after returning from work. It was 2 a.m. As usual, the affectionate Kakis was at the door with the first scrape in the lock. It wrapped itself around my legs and then tailed close to my ankles as I stepped over the creaking floor. I smiled to see the blue silver-haired feline attentively watching the world from the window ledge, in a gap between several small bottles of Lourdes holy water. In fact I was wishing I had a few more days of me and my new buddy.
My eyes blinked in the dark. It was 4 a.m. Urggh, less than two hours of sleep, thought. I heard footsteps through the wall next to my head. Madame Blankenfelde is back? No sooner had I thought the words than the footsteps grew louder. They seemed to stop right next to me, just through the wall. I’m not sure how long it took me to drift off again, but I didn’t hear another step.
I had a pounding headache all day at work and left early. Constance stood in for me, a hazel-eyed, half-Irish girl from Bordeaux with a “thing” for poets and writers. She had legs up to her neck and one eyebrow forever raised in a state of circumspection. On my first day at work she became my unrequited crush the instant I walked through the door. Her laughter, her words of easy temper and swift forgiveness were all delivered through lips that rich people might suffer a thousand injections to mimic. Just being close to Constance’s forever sun-kissed skin and long shiny hair – like dark satin – made each shared shift a joy. But, conversely, her absence made the achingly boring hours of pulling pints and lugging barrels a grind. Either way, I needed the money.
Constance’s family had a fancy vineyard in Pomerol, but she wanted to be a wild child in Paris for a few years – and she liked Irish men. I wasn’t complaining, we’d made out drunkenly a few times after locking up. But the mind-blowing kisses always ended with her confessing I wasn’t really her type. “But I love your accent,” she’d say as if it was compensation for not getting any further with her.
As I fumbled with my key at the front door of Rimbaud Residences I heard a car door slam behind me. I turned to find Madame Blankenfelde paying her taxi driver, her luggage at her feet. What the hell?
“Bonjour Madame,” I greeted her as she stepped forward. I was ashamed that my French was still utterly useless, cursing myself for working in a bar where people either spoke English or wanted to.
“Bonjour Ryan,” she responded, allowing me to pull her small suitcase. In her weariness the words hardly escaped her lips. Not only was her hair somehow whiter, but the blood seemed gone from her face, her eyes almost lifeless. Her skin was like a walnut, with deep furrows across her forehead.
***

I would not have thought it possible but Madame Blankenfelde’s face turned even more ashen in the hallway, as Mustafa translated what I’d heard the night before. Her hands dropped to her sides, with a look of defeat.
“Deaux minutes,” said Mustafa and gently pulled her to the side, where they exchanged whispers. Feeling awkward, like I was intruding, I bade them goodbye and hauled myself upstairs. The headache roared back, threatening to split my skull. As I passed Madame Blankenfelde’s flat I saw the line of light under her door. I thought I saw a shadow . . . something bigger than Kakis. For a second I was rooted to the spot, but heard Mustafa guiding my returned neighbour up the stairs. I’m sure it’s nothing, I thought. If there’s anything odd Mustafa will take care of it.
The next day, at exactly 11.11 a.m. I was awakened by sparrows chirping on my sunny window ledge. The headache had gone and I had a text from Constance saying: I’m coming over at 11.30. I’m bringing food.
“Suddenly everything is right with the world!” I said aloud, burying myself in my duvet and wondering if I had time for a shower or just a wet wipe “whore bath” as my sister called it. Will she want to play nurse?
“The door’s open!” I shouted when I heard the knock. After buzzing Constance in I leapt back into bed after drawing the curtain to cast myself in a more flattering glow.
“You have a gift?” asked Constance, as her smile filled my pokey two room flat.
“Huh?”
“Someone left you something.” After leaving a shopping bag on the floor she twisted and plucked a small bag off the door handle. “Here”
“Oh, maybe it’s from Madame Blankenfelde, my neighbour.” I stretched my hand towards her.
“Ooh la la, an admirer? Am I interrupting a romance,” Constance said, pushing my hand aside, walking over the discarded wet wipes, and throwing herself onto the bed.
She felt so warm. I buried my nose in her long brown hair and kissed down to her neck. Her clothes peeled away. My hands, arms and legs enveloped her as she surrounded me. She smelled like mangoes and papayas. This is the Parisian dream, I thought, forgetting about the little bag.
That evening we were on the bullet train to Bordeaux. The new high speed line had just opened, her parents were away in Martinique, and we’d have the farmhouse to ourselves for five days. As the train whistled through the night I finally opened the bag in the cabin’s ghostly white light.
“They are so creepy,” said Constance, holding the carved wooden geometric symbols close to her face. She had just read me the note that accompanied them:

RYAN. THANK YOU PLEASE.
ONE IN WINDOW. ONE DOOR. ONE POCKET.
VERY IMPORTANT**. FROM LATVIA.**
– KATARINA

“Ah, yes. I saw these in that old photo in Madame Blankenfelde’s flat.” I knew there was something familiar about them.
For the next twenty minutes Constance searched through webpage after webpage, reading me her findings. The symbols were from Latvian folklore, dating back to Pagan times and an ancient tribe called the Latgallians. They were and still are used to ward away evil and attract blessings.
When we pulled into Bordeaux, Juliet was waiting for us. I’d met her a few times in Paris at The Foggy Dew, learning in the process that she was nowhere near as accomplished a kisser as Constance. Juliet had been the main influence for Constance moving to Paris, then bottled out when she was supposed to join her. The matter was a sensitive subject once enough booze had been consumed.
Juliet leapt out of an old beat-up Citroën CX Familiale like a scalded cat. She flew across the ground, her stick-thin legs a blur of bright orange leggings. A huge baggy black turtle-neck sweater appeared to give her open arms wings. It was moth-eaten and looked like it had belonged to her father. “Your chauffeur awaits!” Juliet said, flinging her slight body into Constance’s arms and wrapping her legs around her.
Even with more changes of style than a chameleon, Juliet always looked striking. Her elven face greeted us that night with dark Gothic eyeliner, black lipstick and deathly white foundation. Her Elvira Queen of the Night look was framed by severe straight bangs and an angular bob – at its longest in front of ears, which were studded with a junk yard of metal.
Juliet pulled open the car door for us, bowing theatrically. I saw her long and perfectly manicured nails, painted with black varnish and couldn’t help imagining them scratching down my back.
The car had three rows of seats – one each! I lay back for several minutes then folded my arms around Constance from behind. The wheels screeched as we careened down roads flanked by endless lines of vines.
“Pomerol, directement!" demanded Constance, laughing.
“Of course my lady,” answered Juliet from the driver's seat, like an English aristocrat. Her black eyes glanced in the rear view mirror more than she looked at the road, joining Constance in constant laughter and machine-gun French. I hardly understood a word and I didn’t care. I could have spent a lifetime listening to Constance.
The first night the alarm at Constance’s family’s rambling stone manor house went off several times while we slept, scaring the shit out of us, but it was kind of fun as we searched from room to room for any interlopers – clinging to each other.
On the second night Constance was unsettled by shadow standing in the corner of the bathroom. “It didn’t disappear in the light!” she said, after racing back to my open arms in the warm bed.
“Of course your mind is going to see weird things in a five hundred year old chateau, miles from anywhere,” I said. “But you’ve got me now.” If anything the unexplained shared experience just brought us closer.
On the third night we put up the Latvian talismans in our bedroom window. We were undisturbed the rest of our trip.
***

Constance and I parted ways at Montparnasse station, exhausted, happy, blissful. With my tired eyes I glanced back at her as she climbed into her Uber. She waved from the window as it pulled away, warming my romantic heart. I’m such a love fool, I thought, as my heart panged at her absence. With that, I descended into the hot air of the Metro.
Back in Residences Rimbaud, I passed Madame Blankenfelde’s door.
I saw movement in the weak bar of light at its base. It swiftly went black, blotted out like night had fallen beyond the door. Hmm, Kakis must have laid down there, I thought, hearing scratches from the base of the door. The poor moggy misses me, I thought, aiming to knock on the door in the morning.
Unpacking my backpack I found the small bag and the wooden symbols. I read Madame Blankenfelde’s note again then did exactly as she had asked. Why was I so suddenly compliant? I don’t know. Something made me do it. A compulsion perhaps, or some primal previously untriggered instinct. I placed one talisman on the window, one on the door hook, and the last one in my pocket.
BANG! There was a huge thud against my wall.
“Shit!” I jumped out of my skin. I felt a cold surge of adrenaline. Ponderous footsteps, close to the wall, faded as they walked away. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I whispered as I heard them quicken and return. Another huge thud! The room shook, like a car had slammed into the wall. Goosebumps bristled over my skin. Cold air pressed in around me.
“Fuck it,” I said. I quickly headed to the door and into the corridor.
“Not another bloody note?” I stooped to pick up the torn paper outside Madame Blankenfelde’s door and heard the key scrape in her lock.

WELCOME BACK RYAN.
PLEASE CAN YOU HELP ME?
IT’S THE CAT. SHE HASN'T EATEN FOR DAYS.
MAYBE SHE MISSES YOU.

What the hell? I thought. Did she read my mind? And now she knows how to use apostrophes in English?
The double lock scraped again. The handle turned. An inch gap opened, revealing a strange absence of light.
Sunset is hours away, I thought. “Hello? Bonjour? Madame Blankenfelde?” I asked, without answer.
Where is Kakis? I thought. His expectant eyes and curious face usually tested the thinnest gap between the door and frame. I sensed something was wrong.
I waited, listening. There was no sound. Even the Metro trains at Barbès – Rochechouart station and beeping cars beyond her window were silenced. Then I heard the voice. Shivers of ice still trowel up and down my spine at its recollection.
“Ryyy –annn,” it said, in a thin, lingering hoarse voice. Like that of old woman sore and stricken with tonsillitis, who has to choke up each word. “Ryan, please come in . . . we’ve been waiting for you.”
“Sorry to hear that,” I said, my voice cracking. “Are you ok in there? Should I get Mustafa?”
“No!” ordered the voice, suddenly sharper.
The air around me was so frigid I saw the cloud of my own breath.
The door creaked open on its hinges. I didn’t dare step closer. Instead, I inched backwards, turning my feet towards the stairwell.
“Ryan?” asked the now impatient voice,deeper in tone, and exuding a latent threat.
As I backed away, the floor creaked. No, no, it can’t be Madame Blankenfelde, I thought, the penny dropping, neither the note nor the voice. She knows damned well that her beloved cat is a boy!
I felt an intense heat on my upper thigh, moments before heavy footsteps advanced from where I knew her bed to be. That’s where I put the old Latvian talisman! I remembered, hand on my pocket, as I fled for the stairs.
My short fat legs hardly touched the floorboards.
Halfway down the marble staircase I almost collapsed from the exquisite terrifying anticipation of those footsteps catching up with me in the stairwell. Instead, I heard a thunderous slam of a door.
***

The police called me at Constance’s flat that night. I was not prepared for what she would relay to me from the phone.
“When Mustafa and the police broke down the door Madame Blankenfelde’s room was destroyed,” she said. “Many crucifixes and the metal and wood from her dismembered bed were sticking out from the wall closest to your room – all thrown with inhuman strength.”
The worst was yet to come. Constance was weeping as she translated each line. “Oh my god. They looked inside a small high cupboard . . . they needed a small step ladder. Buried behind clothes and books . . . they found her body!”
“Madam Blankenfelde’s body?” I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
“Brace yourself for what I am about to tell you,” said Constance, her face grey. “Poor Madame Blankenfelde was crushed . . . into a small suitcase.”
“No! How?” I asked, spluttering. My heart was broken. “Impossible. I helped her carry that suitcase into the building. No one could fit inside it, hardly even a child.”
Constance gasped and covered her mouth in horror as she listened, the phone pressed to her ear. “Her neck and limbs had been snapped like twigs.”
I slumped to the floor and wrapped my arms around her legs, my head in her lap. She stroked my head as she spoke.
“The police think she was murdered about four days ago. There was an old photograph in the suitcase with her, with three faces scratched away.”
“Three? No, I saw only two had been scratched.”
It was then I realised Madame Blankenfelde had lived every day knowing one day she would be found. By what I do not know.
***

The love that Constance and I shared was a light soon snuffed out by the darkness of what transpired at Residences Rimbaud. On my thigh I still bear the red angular scars of the talisman Madame Blankenfelde gave me. I wonder if the being that hunted down the members of her family was too strong for the symbols, overcoming the faith held in them. Or, long ago, had some dark act by someone in her family invoked the hunter, nullifying their power – like those foolish people who were said to invite vampires over their thresholds?
Before Constance and I broke up for the last time we travelled to Riga together, the capital of Latvia. Supposedly it was to enjoy the romantic Christmas markets. We also sourced more of those ancient carved wooden talisman symbols.
Kakis was never found . . .

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2020.11.23 12:00 discoskyline oMRGASj2v8c

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2020.11.19 18:17 Capn-Murica This bitch needs to leave.

I just need to vent (obviously lol) so sorry if this doesn't make the best sense. But anyway, so let's start off in June 2020. I contract Covid 19, I miss a month of work and as terrible as it was with me being 22 and active it went pretty well to say the least. But I thought "hmm hopefully thats the worst of 2020" I still don't know what the fuck i was thinking so, fast forward to August 15th. I'm covid free and my friends have been pressing me to go on a vacation cause I work usually 6 days out of the week and I need a fucking break. So I cave and we all decide to meet at this little vacation place in our state with beaches and an Airbnb and just have a great time. Everyone had tested negative and no one was allowed to really go out to bars and restaurants unless it was a majority so we didn't have a rougue covid case, and the combined minds could work out a safe alternative etc. Well I'm kind of getting ahead of myself here so let me backtrack just a couple of days. I'm in one part if my state and its about a 4 hour drive to our destination, so I decide to take my car, an older SUV thats kinda high mileage but is a trooper and really well maintained. So me and my gf head out the morning we agreed to meet and decided to drive throughout the day. This car fucking purrs like a god damn kitten, and we are just chugging along. Well about an hour away we hit traffic. And this is important cause I swear to God I can't make this up, I sensed something was wrong with the car. No warning lights, no vibrations, no smell, no noise, literally nothing to indicate anything was wrong at all. I have no reason other than my gut to believe something in wrong. Well in the absence of nothing to go off of I say fuck it lets send it. 30 minutes later and my car fucking just dies cruising down the highway. Absolutely no warning. Just no power, and I'm coasting. So to summarize the rest of it, I get towed to our destination being so close. Spend the whole night getting plastard and trying to fix it but no joy. My dad comes out with a truck and trailor and we take my shit back home. That was my vacation. So to summarize alot of mechanic mumbo jumbo what we thought was a $2000 fix turned out to be a $1 fix with some preventative maintenance added on for good measure. There's alot so I'm cutting out the fat.
So Other than car issues Plagueing me off and on and back to my 6 day work week, September pretty much goes by uneventful. But here comes October. Let's start about October 12th If I remember correctly. I get a call from my gf. "Hey you can't tell anyone but (let's call her Destiny) is pregnant" For Context here Destiny (28) is dating one of my friends Brad (25) and they fooled around on the vacation. Boom. Baby. But it never can be that simple. Brad, before finding out he was a dad, quit his job and still lives with his mom and grandparents. Destiny is fucking homeless and sleeps in her car. Upon finding out she is pregnant from my gf, my gf then proceeds to halfway guilt me "I can't in good conscience let her sleep in her car" "I wiiiissssshh we could do something" Forget the fact my gf doesn't work or pay bills or even have a working car and we barely make rent and bills on our own stuff. My gf hits me with this guilting on and off for a day or two before "Hey can she move in and stay with us for a couple weeks?" While I'm at work. I don't know about anyone else but it really bothered me that she dropped that on me at work instead of waiting till I got home to discuss it but anyway, and I'm like "I don't know. I don't really have the final say in that" which is half true. My landlords are extremely nice and understanding but at the same time they don't want anyone not authorized to live at my house, to live there. So I talk to them about it firmly expecting a hard no and I will use that as my excuse to not have her live with us. Now don't get me wrong I do feel sorry for her but in my opinion Brad should be the one stepping up. Not me, its not my kid, or gf, so not my problem. Well my landlords say Yes, and being the clear conscious minded person I am, I am terrible at lying. So literally 3 days later she moves in. Sleeping on our couch in the livingroom. The first week really goes by pretty smoothly, she works 2 jobs (one day shift and one night shift) , and I'm working my 6 days all is fine. The most annoying thing so far is I can't play my video games when I get home or my guitar cause I like heavy metal and Destiny being black loves her R&B and Hip Hop. So no metal, no games, no TV, just wake up, go to work, come home, go to bed. So upon finding out about the baby, Brad and Destiny get the baby aborted. Destiny is now home on leave for the next 3-5 days so her system can clean itself. The usual annoyances continue and she's eating our food and leaving stuff everywhere but I mean she's living with us and doesn't have her own room really so its understandable and I don't make a big deal about it cause thatd be wrong in my opinion. But its her first day back on her job. Night shift. I'm fast asleep when my gf wakes me up at 1:40 am on a work night to tell me Destiny was in a car wreck and she's en route to the hospital. Brad is freaking out cause he was on the phone with her when it happened and called in the wreck. She had a bunch of bruises and severe whiplash but was otherwise ok. My gf wants to rush to the hospital to see her and I just want to go back to sleep and since I have the car, I overrule her and go to bed. She's alive, nothing severe and they are going to release her so why go up there. I wake up and go to work like normal, come home and Brad and Destiny are there. The wreck wasn't her fault but her car is totaled. She was rear ended by someone speeding. So over the next week she's trying to get info from the PD, insurance and Hospital, etc trying to get her check so she can buy "a cash car" which her version of and my version of are completely different. But thats not really too relevant. What is relevant is what happens next.
So Brad comes over to hang out with Destiny. I'm eating and on my social media and stuff minding my buisness and not really paying attention to whats going on around me. Well Brad decided to hop on my Netflix and turn on Chappelle's Show. Season 1 Episode 1. With the skit of Dave Chappelle being a blind KKK leader. Use of the hard ER and robes and everything. When Destiny comes up to me, (me being white) and starts yelling at me about how racist I am and how it offends her and how terrible I am etc. And I have no idea what really set her off cause 1 I hadn't seen the show or the episode in question till after this incident, and 2 im minding my own buisness eating dinner and not even facing the same direction as the TV. I'm just too stunned to reply really cause I'm not a racist person at all and I'm frantically looking for Brad (Hispanic) to back me up here cause I'm seriously just confused. Well Brad at some point between turning on the show and Destiny screaming at me had walked outside and I'm all alone with this bitch screaming at me about being racist. She slams the door and storms out. Now I'm seriously upset cause this was all, at least from my perspective, unprovoked and uncalled for. So I immediately text Brad about it and he says he will talk to her. The next couple days go by and she hasn't said a word to me. My gf tried talking to her, I've tried talking to her but she won't talk to me. She just gets all pissy and walks out or shuts herself in the bathroom. Now its fucking awkward as shit in my own house and I don't come out of the bedroom unless I have to.
This brings us to this past week. So last Tuesday, I go to the ER for extreme abdominal pain at like 4 am. I drive myself and turns out my "appendix is about to rupture" and they need to do surgery. Anyone here who has had an appendix removed probably had something along the lines of "No lifting more than 10 pounds or 1 gal. Of milk" I'm also sure there's a couple of you troopers who went to work the next day. But I didn't do that, I stayed home and tried to follow doctors orders. I say try cause apparently my gf and Destiny don't believe them and try to have me do shit. I don't expect my toes sucked or anything but taking out the trash, at least for 2 weeks, should be their responsibility because I'm trying to take it easy after the surgery. Well in my time being home that hasn't happened. I still do everything, AND since I've been home I've found out Destiny doesn't know how to fucking use a thermostat and to turn the AC on she takes the selector and pushes that bitch all the way down to like 50. Or for heat cause our heat is separated and is gas, turns it all the way on and cooks us. So I'm playing fucking guard trying to make sure she doesn't fuck up the ac by over working it or cooking us alive. For those wondering I have explained how our system works, more than once. She should know how to operate it. Now for my breaking point I have to explain how my AC and Heat system work. (For those of you reading this far and have understood my rambling I strongly commend you)
So AC has the thermostat. Thermostat reads Cool/Off/Heat. The Heat option does not work. There is a second thermostat directly under the AC thermostat. Normally this is for heat, we have a natural gas furnace but because we can't keep the pilot light lit, we have it off. And directly below that we have an old Southern gas heater where the only thermostat is the little lever you use to turn the flames up or down. Destiny is well aware of how these work, again I've explained it to her like 2 or 3 times and we've been going back and forth with the temperature for a little over a week now. This morning I wake up panicking cause there's the smell of natural gas all through the house. I run into the livingroom to find Destiny on her phone and the Heat thermostat on. And she says "i tRiED t0 tURn tH3 hEaT oN bUT iT sMeLt rEaLlY fUnNy" like fucking bitch you could've killed us. The one fucking thermostat you haven't touched in the 3 and a half weeks here you decide to fucking turn it on. No fuck you. We are enemies now. This bitch needs to fucking go.
Other things she's done: Been gone all day, to come home for an hour eat my gf cooking and tell her how terrible it is.
Not offer any money for groceries that we all 3 eat but you can buy yourself that hair. We have Aldi, $20 will go a long way.
Using plastic containers instead of perfectly functional bowls or plates, which is weird to me. Like ill eat out of a container no problem, if its leftovers its almost expected, but I'm talking like a hot meal fresh off the stove.
Calling me racist in my own house. Even though as much of a stereotype as it is, her mom won't let her move back in and dad isn't anywhere to be found and your Hispanic boyfriend won't man up. So you take refuge in a white man's house and call him racist. This one gets under my skin so fucking much.
Stealing my gf make up and beauty supplies.
Telling me I'm wrong in the field I literally work in and how I'm doing it wrong even though none of your jobs have ever touched on it, you're somehow an expert.
Literally almost kill us by pouring natural gas into the house cause you don't know how to use the thermostat that I have personally explained to you like 3 times and you've been somehow been using for 3 and a half weeks now.
Trying to work my poor AC to death by going from 74 to literally like 50.
If you've read all of this again I commend you. I just needed to vent and I don't know what I'm going to do. I don't mind helping someone in need but I didn't sign up for this. If you have any thoughts or comments or if you think I'm the one wrong or I'm being over dramatic let me know. I genuinely want to know your thoughts. Thank you.
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2020.11.19 13:23 CherryLax 50 State Nightmares (Expanded)

A continuation of this great video explaining the official state nightmares of the entire US
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[Edit] I did more because they are comedy gold:

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2020.11.18 23:18 Rockafellor “When in Rome”; ch. 2: “Don't throw the babe out with the bathwater”

Billie's best friend raʔûR, a Cat-girl, has come to visit, and she's brought along a little surprise: áõŋ̄ the super-sweet and slightly air-headed oversexed Angora. “So, how bad could that be?” is one thing that you learn never to ask, but Avery's about to find out.
Heads up: this chapter and the next tend to take on a somewhat more Tenchi Muyo atmosphere than most of my writing.
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Don't throw the babe out with the bathwater” is the second chapter in the story arc “When in Rome,” which is in turn the third story in a series (“Tell me more about this Earth-thing”).


* * * * *


Laughter and giggling floated down the hallway as Billie and Avery approached the flight deck. These were accompanied by moments of intense silence, growls, smacking noises, and muffled thuds.
There were two Cat-girls sitting there in the flight deck, grinning and batting around a red laser ball1 enthusiastically as it changed its size, shape, and transparency periodically. They chased it in spurts, sometimes just watching it whiz or drift, while at other times one or both shot off after it, even haring away as if being chased by it or each other. No rules seemed to apply; it was a random mix of racquetball, dodge ball, keep-away, and tag.
“It's a very serious relationship – they've been dating for weeks and weeks now,” Billie explained quietly.
“...weeks?” Avery asked, wondering why and how they had become so serious so quickly.
Ze nodded solemnly, as if to reaffirm just how long that really was.
The Cat-girls stopped suddenly, as if on cue.
Although there were two of them, the taller of the pair commanded Avery's attention. Athletic, there was something about her, almost a feral air of restrained violence and mayhem. Standing now, the slim short-hair was almost as tall as he, her movements graceful and lithe as of a dancer's. Beneath this was a muscularity that belied her size, a tone that was more than mere fitness, bespeaking training and carrying with it an unstated warning. Covered in shiny blackness, she almost glided toward him, her movements clear enough, yet indistinct in their particulars.
As she approached, he could see that her features were a little closer to Human than those of most Cat-girls. Already presenting halfway between cat and Human features, Cat-girls' features held a spectrum of potential differences distinctly broader than those of Humans, and perhaps half were fur-covered2. Both of these Cat-girls sported the usual ears, whiskers, and tails.
Coming to stand eye to eye with him, centimeters apart, she kept her gaze locked with his, breathing, her upper lip curling away as she maintained her unblinking scrutiny. The intensity of the moment weighed down on him, evoking an acute awareness of his every cell, their surrounds, their exact place in the universe and history around them. After the better part of a minute, she brought her face slightly closer to his and licked his nose, then turned casually to greet Billie as they lost themselves immediately in a long drawn-out sniffing with cheek- and throat-nuzzlings.
It was only after this that he realized that the other was now standing before him, a bit shorter, the almost Bengal-patterned Persian (whose face betrayed some Angora lineage) weighing in at just over Billie's height. He had no idea of how he was to proceed. Billie hadn't said anything about sniffing or staring, and he couldn't tell if he should shake her hand or pet her.
Where the prior's eyes had been a piercing ice blue, this one's were a striking deep emerald, and indeed would be mesmerizing were it not that they instead provided a calm focus to highlight her features, rather than clashing with the rich oranges, creamy whites, and multi-toned grays of her fur.
She resolved his dilemma by stepping forward and rubbing her side against him a couple of times from head to thigh, then turning and repeating this the other way. Soft hints of unseen curves beneath her luxuriant fur made themselves obvious with this.
His eyes shot nervously to Billie as he kept his arms rigidly away, his hands clearly in sight.
Ze looked over, but didn't seem perturbed at all.
“Hi,” he offered, hoping that this wasn't too trite.
Everyone stopped.
The short hair turned toward him once more. Not actually bristling, there was still a sense about her that issued forth a note of protocol to be observed, and his having stepped into shit inadvertently.
“raʔûR,” she said after a moment, then turned back to Billie as they began to talk.
Something in the air shifted with this, becoming more open, and the Persian smiled at him. It wasn't a Human smile – it didn't have the pulling back of the corners of her mouth, or the crinkling of her eyes, instead being only a slight parting of her mouth and a little flaring of her nostrils as she lifted her chin and leaned forward some – but it bore all of the emotional lightness just the same.
“áõŋ̄,” she said, leaving it at that as she cuddled into his chest.
Though their fur offered ample cover, he still felt awkward at their lack of clothing.
Seeking desperately to disengage himself, he cast about for some excuse.
“Could I offer you guys something to eat?” he asked.
Once more, the room stilled, this time bringing with it a resounding silence as the others' conversation trailed off.
áõŋ̄'s eyes – at least he presumed that this was her name, since he knew the first to be raʔûR – were wide, her head now high as if to get a better view, but he couldn't tell if this were from shock or happy surprise.
“Food, yes!” Billie interjected, relieving the tension, “Avery, honey, could you get a selection of things, please? Mostly meat and dairy, some marrow – and a lot of fish and bird.”
Ze and raʔûR sat at the table, once more engrossed in catching up as he headed to the food-o-mat, trailed closely by áõŋ̄.
Paws wandered in then, though there was still no sign of Yeller or Jinx. This caused no stir, or even apparently any notice. He wondered if that meant that they kept pets as well, or if Billie had told raʔûR to expect a cat. He also wondered how they'd react to the dogs.
Shuttling platters of deli cuts and mild cheese wedges, pitchers of milk and several tureens au jus, he found áõŋ̄ right behind him at every turn, and so eventually conscripted her into kitchen duty. He focused mainly on Earth food, but with selections of Genomorph cuisine that he'd become familiar with, and a few Cat-girl recommendations from the food-o-mat. As each new dish materialized, he'd hand it to her, and she'd place it just so at the table and come back again, her eyes still disconcertingly wide.
Reflecting on their behavior, he was glad that at least the Cat-girls had arrived with serendipitous timing. They were between assignments at the moment, and hadn't yet decided on any firm plans, so people coming to visit and stay a while were a welcome change in routine.
Billie and raʔûR were already grazing by the time that he and áõŋ̄ joined them.
Fixing a bowl of cereal, he noticed áõŋ̄ just waiting there, watching him.
Seeing his glance, she looked down at the table, then back again.
“It's OK if you go ahead and eat. I'm just getting my own stuff together now,” he prompted.
Her eyes widened further at this as she became much more relaxed and animated, selecting tidbits of everything, then making a second round in case she'd missed anything the first time before diving in.
Watching this, he shook his head and smiled.
They were a little weird, but at least he'd navigated things safely. Things would probably be interesting for a while.
It wasn't long before they'd moved through a course or two, and were now picking little bits of things that happened to catch their eye. Nor was it long before he found himself the subject of áõŋ̄'s curiosity once more.
“Lox and cream cheese on toast. Would you like to try some?”
She leaned forward, her nose flaring ever so slightly at it.
Lunging forward, she bit fully a quarter of it away.
Chewing with the most unusual mixture of delight and confusion on her face, she began to purr softly.
“I'm not sure about your wood, but I want more of your creamy fish-cheese,” she said after a moment, sliding herself around his hand and wriggling into his lap.
Again, he shot a look to Billie, but again, ze seemed unconcerned with áõŋ̄'s actions.
“Please?” áõŋ̄ asked, her mouth wide and eyes closed.
He shifted beneath her, trying not to draw attention to the already-rising response that this served only to exacerbate.
Resigning himself to this, reasoning that perhaps her psychology really wasn't all that different from Paws's, he proceeded to do just that, taking bites for himself when he could.
It wasn't long before she'd become comfortable enough with him to finally talk, and he found himself listening to the story of how she and raʔûR had come together. It was easy enough for him to follow the tale, once he got used to her speech pattern. It was almost a single continuous sentence: short, yet still managing to feel a bit jumbled, somewhat breathless, and conveying – almost immersing him in – a sense of wonder and the excitement of the moment as seen through her eyes.
They'd met while she'd been shopping.
“raʔûR walked right over to me, she was just so feral – almost prowling – and said hello even though we'd never sniffed before, not even once, and we talked for hours, and then she even took me out for brunch that very same day and fed me, and then we had dinner that afternoon all the way through the evening, and there was so much fish! She smelled just right though, and it all happened so fast!”
He looked around, a little confused, surveying all of the breakfast still at the table, and beginning to get a better idea of how she saw the world.
“She simply swept me off of my feet, and we've been together ever since!” she smiled brightly.
Having said this, she wriggled in his lap once more as if to find just the right spot, licked his ear a few times, her tongue rasping loudly to him, bit it, snuggled up against his shoulder, and fell sound asleep, her bass purr now rumbling through him.
Half an hour later, raʔûR announced that she, too, needed a nap.
Billie led the way to their guest room, Avery carrying the still-unconscious áõŋ̄ nestled against him. raʔûR's head swiveled at every nook and cranny, slowing her steps at each intersection to investigate the scents in the air. Having satisfied her immediate concerns, she climbed into the bed as Avery laid áõŋ̄ down. As he did, she began pawing in her sleep, but settled once more as soon as raʔûR curled up around her.
Dimming the air's luminescence and adjusting the doorway's dielectric constant to near-opacity, they left their house guests to their rest.


Later that afternoon, as he walked into the flight deck, Avery found áõŋ̄ bent double across a command chair. It was arranged in a fully reclined position, but her contorted figure couldn't possibly be natural. How in the world she had managed to do this to herself was irrelevant to him as he rushed to her aid.
Arriving at her side, her realized too late what should have been obvious.
Her head popped up, tongue still halfway out of her mouth as she smiled at him.
“Do you need cleaning, too?” she asked, “Come here and I'll take care of you!”
He backed away slowly, trying not to offend, and trying even harder not to think about what he had just seen.


Once more before dinner, now just trying to walk things off, he ran into raʔûR and áõŋ̄, this time in the game room. They were standing by a pool table – something that Billie had insisted that they try as soon as he'd described it, and she enjoyed it so much that it now featured as a default assembly ever-ready for players – áõŋ̄ leaning over the table as raʔûR held her from behind, arms around her waist, biting her neck.
“Y'all aren't about to, umm...?” he asked nervously. He didn't really think that they were in the midst of anything private, but he wasn't prepared to take the risk.
raʔûR turned to him a quizzical look on her face.
“Never mind me, I just thought I might be interruptin' something. Private-like I mean. Something private. I mean, that you guys were maybe fixing to get physical, not just playing at pool there,” he said, stumbling over himself in his attempt to recover.
“What? Sex?” raʔûR asked, “No, I'm just social-mounting her, letting her know she's mine. Asserting myself.”
Avery brought his hand to his forehead, not sweating, but still feeling the need to rub his scalp in relief.
Sex mounting looks more like this–” raʔûR continued, bringing her claws to áõŋ̄'s ribs and digging deep as her teeth bit harshly into áõŋ̄'s scruff, áõŋ̄ now yowling, her rear writhing and thrashing every which way beneath raʔûR. It took only a moment for this to trigger raʔûR's affect to become serious, the simulated chase now rapidly becoming the real thing.
He left without saying goodbye, the two now thoroughly preoccupied.


Dinner managed to occur without incident, and Avery was greatly relieved over this. The Cat-girls seemed to have worked off their energy, though he avoided thinking about where and how. The evening passed without incident as well, some simple conversation and entertainment, and they had all retired to their respective rooms a few hours later.
Standing in the bathroom, it took him a moment to pin down the sensation. He could feel someone watching him. Turning slowly, he found áõŋ̄ leaning forward in the tub – not bathing, just sitting there – staring intently, her head level with his hips and tilted slightly in fascination, her neck shifting a little to the side in order to afford her a better view of things.
No doors. Of course.
He hadn't really given it much thought after his first few days on the ship, but this fact struck home for him all at once now.
Finishing in haste, he left the room, not sure of what to say or how to handle this.
As he walked down hallway, something heavy hit him from behind, and he collapsed to the floor.
áõŋ̄ had pounced on him.
Rolling him over, she looked excited, almost fevered.
“I'm looking for raʔûR. It's a game! Play with me?”
So saying, she levered herself upward a little, pushing him back to the floor in the process as she peered around. A moment later, she dropped back into a stealthy position, sliding all along his face as she did so, and burying it between her chest and her belly. As difficult as it was to breathe just then, matters were compounded by the unexpected discovery that her upper chest was only one of several areas sporting breasts3. raʔûR was modestly endowed, but with her hair as short as it was, he was still peripherally aware of her multiple attributes; he hadn't really thought about it before, and áõŋ̄'s fur certainly tended to hide things, but in this position it was abundantly evident that she was arranged similarly and rather generously so.


Avery wasn't sure how he felt about things, or what to do, and he spent most of the day running it through his head to no avail.
áõŋ̄ was sweet, but maybe a little too friendly, and didn't exactly seem to have any boundaries. raʔûR was... raʔûR; a little... assertive. Dominant. Not mean. Nice, really, just...
Things seemed to have gone over well enough with the dogs. Mostly. raʔûR had nearly attacked Jinx, recognizing his species, but they'd talked their way around that. He'd even climbed up a few notches in her opinion upon learning that he'd tamed a quilled hyaena.
áõŋ̄ couldn't get enough of the tribbles, hunting them down all over the place and hug-attacking them. He was a little worried that they might be losing some hair already from all of the cuddling and petting.
He felt that he should talk with Billie about things – that he needed to, in fact – but was reluctant to bring it up.
It wasn't his ship, and raʔûR was her friend, and áõŋ̄ was her girlfriend, and it was all a bit of a mess.
Complicated.
When bedtime rolled around, he had yet to resolve the issue, falling asleep to random related events crossing his mind.


Hot. A desert. They were swimming in moon dust.
After a while, they were relaxing on soft pillows strewn all about, warm breezes caressing his skin. The pillows writhed every so often, covering him, sometimes making it difficult to breathe. Sometimes they were body-pillows stretched out against him, other times noodle-like and wrapped around him or entwined with his limbs, entangling and holding him fast. They were soft, but not fluffy; more... squishy, and slick with sweat.
Then jelly-filled balloons pressed in at him from all directions.
Opening his eyes, he found Paws curled up between him and Billie and staring at him. Contemplating his wakefulness, she blinked slowly, then head butted him.
Looking into Billie's face, he realized that it was morning, with an attendant and comfortable pressure below, one that was matched by zer own as ze nudged zer hips a little closer, poking him right back.
That's when he noticed raʔûR's midriff just above their heads, her body curled around them, her own state difficult to miss. Normally more subdued, two rows of nipples were quite prominently displayed and currently pointed right at him.
Trying to ease down the bed a little, he found áõŋ̄ across his legs – both of their legs, in fact – her face just above their groins and tucked downward.
“Don't you guys have your own room?” he asked cautiously.
“You smell right,” áõŋ̄'s voice drifted up, muffled as it was, her fur tickling in the most personal way.
“You fit reasonably well,” raʔûR allowed.
Billie nodded, “They're moving in and decided to adopt you.”
“Breakfast?” raʔûR breathed presumptuously into his ear, drawing close to him before stretching, then arching her back and rubbing across his face in the process, “Whitefish Asiago Alfredo? Salmon cordon bleu? Grease-soaked shredded turkey, mostly dark meat, and heavy on the chopped giblets? Mmm, all of the above...”
This drew áõŋ̄'s attention.
“Sausage, please! Lots of sausage!” she called out, turning to paw at his hip and beginning to knead.
Billie gave this a moment's thought, with an easy answer at hand.
“Coffee; definitely coffee. Then bacon and eggs – and coffee! Then some more coffee.”
“And cream! May I have loads and loads of cream with that sausage? Please, please, please? And cuddles, afterward!” áõŋ̄ added.
Billie glanced to raʔûR, then teased áõŋ̄, “And are you going to chew on him some more, too?”
No! Maybe... yes, but only after breakfast. And maybe during. And probably a little bit while he's making it! But that's all,” she replied, squirming some and proceeding to nibble his finger.
“Come on, lazy butt, up you go!” Billie said, smacking his hip lightly.
Rolling into the bed slightly in an attempt to turn himself away from áõŋ̄'s face to the extent that he could, he replied “I can't exactly stand up right now. Give me a minute to – umm... – adjust, and I'll be up. Could you hand me some pants or something?”
Wearily, he concluded that he needed a vacation from this vacation.


O ~~~ O


Footnotes:

1 Laser ball: Light with a path that's been bent to roughly a ball shape (with ~30% chance of deforming to a disc, and ~10% chance of becoming a dart; shape retention is on the order of tens of seconds, though this varies), given some electrostatic presence, and only reacting to everything without actually imparting momentum to objects; its impact can be elastic or inelastic, sometimes even taking off superelastically and moving at greater speeds than possible, or displaying counterintuitive rotation.

2 Cat-girl features: While a sizable percentage of Cat-girls fall into the basic range of anime Nekomusume, a greater number of them are closer to Star Trek Caitians and Niven's Kzin and Traveller RPG's Aslan and Prrt'. In this sense, it breaks down to something like 26% Nekomusume, 34% Thundercat, 40% Caitian/etc.. These two are somewhat in the middle, closer to Thundercats.

3 Breasts: As with their cat-Human facial feature spectrum and cat parts' general presence, Cat-girls' breasts vary from one to four pairs (even five on rare occasion).


Don't throw the babe out with the bathwater” is the second chapter in the story arc “When in Rome,” which is in turn the third story in a series (“Tell me more about this Earth-thing”).
When in Rome” is an ongoing story arc, with three four chapters so far (there were to be only three, but a fourth snuck up and surprised me the other day). The first three chapters (“Cauchy” and “Don't throw the babe out with the bathwater” and “A day at the beach”) are already uploaded to AO3 (if you can't wait for it on reddit).
I also plan to upload that third chapter to reddit here next week, though it (like this one) feels more like Tenchi Muyo than a more general HFY-theme to me, so I'm unsure of whether you guys might want it here -- then again, the third chapter does show some of the HFY pack protection and its side effects.
I expected the third chapter to end this story arc, but a plot bunny attacked me last week, so there's a fourth one in development now (“Is he good to you? ”). Captain Stabby the Space Roomba Skutter attacks, and there's some relationship talk between Billie and raʔûR (there's even a hortaform pet rock that makes an appearance). It, too, is already uploaded to AO3 (if you can't wait for it on reddit).
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2020.11.13 20:29 Rockafellor “When in Rome”; ch. 2: “Don't throw the babe out with the bathwater”

Billie's best friend raʔûR, a Cat-girl, has come to visit, and she's brought along a little surprise: áõŋ̄ the super-sweet and slightly air-headed oversexed Angora. “So, how bad could that be?” is one thing that you learn never to ask, but Avery's about to find out.
Heads up: this chapter and the next tend to take on a somewhat more Tenchi Muyo atmosphere than most of my writing.
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Don't throw the babe out with the bathwater” is the second chapter in the story arc “When in Rome,” which is in turn the third story in a series (“Tell me more about this Earth-thing”).


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Laughter and giggling floated down the hallway as Billie and Avery approached the flight deck. These were accompanied by moments of intense silence, growls, smacking noises, and muffled thuds.
There were two Cat-girls sitting there in the flight deck, grinning and batting around a red laser ball1 enthusiastically as it changed its size, shape, and transparency periodically. They chased it in spurts, sometimes just watching it whiz or drift, while at other times one or both shot off after it, even haring away as if being chased by it or each other. No rules seemed to apply; it was a random mix of racquetball, dodge ball, keep-away, and tag.
“It's a very serious relationship – they've been dating for weeks and weeks now,” Billie explained quietly.
“...weeks?” Avery asked, wondering why and how they had become so serious so quickly.
Ze nodded solemnly, as if to reaffirm just how long that really was.
The Cat-girls stopped suddenly, as if on cue.
Although there were two of them, the taller of the pair commanded Avery's attention. Athletic, there was something about her, almost a feral air of restrained violence and mayhem. Standing now, the slim short-hair was almost as tall as he, her movements graceful and lithe as of a dancer's. Beneath this was a muscularity that belied her size, a tone that was more than mere fitness, bespeaking training and carrying with it an unstated warning. Covered in shiny blackness, she almost glided toward him, her movements clear enough, yet indistinct in their particulars.
As she approached, he could see that her features were a little closer to Human than those of most Cat-girls. Already presenting halfway between cat and Human features, Cat-girls' features held a spectrum of potential differences distinctly broader than those of Humans, and perhaps half were fur-covered2. Both of these Cat-girls sported the usual ears, whiskers, and tails.
Coming to stand eye to eye with him, centimeters apart, she kept her gaze locked with his, breathing, her upper lip curling away as she maintained her unblinking scrutiny. The intensity of the moment weighed down on him, evoking an acute awareness of his every cell, their surrounds, their exact place in the universe and history around them. After the better part of a minute, she brought her face slightly closer to his and licked his nose, then turned casually to greet Billie as they lost themselves immediately in a long drawn-out sniffing with cheek- and throat-nuzzlings.
It was only after this that he realized that the other was now standing before him, a bit shorter, the almost Bengal-patterned Persian (whose face betrayed some Angora lineage) weighing in at just over Billie's height. He had no idea of how he was to proceed. Billie hadn't said anything about sniffing or staring, and he couldn't tell if he should shake her hand or pet her.
Where the prior's eyes had been a piercing ice blue, this one's were a striking deep emerald, and indeed would be mesmerizing were it not that they instead provided a calm focus to highlight her features, rather than clashing with the rich oranges, creamy whites, and multi-toned grays of her fur.
She resolved his dilemma by stepping forward and rubbing her side against him a couple of times from head to thigh, then turning and repeating this the other way. Soft hints of unseen curves beneath her luxuriant fur made themselves obvious with this.
His eyes shot nervously to Billie as he kept his arms rigidly away, his hands clearly in sight.
Ze looked over, but didn't seem perturbed at all.
“Hi,” he offered, hoping that this wasn't too trite.
Everyone stopped.
The short hair turned toward him once more. Not actually bristling, there was still a sense about her that issued forth a note of protocol to be observed, and his having stepped into shit inadvertently.
“raʔûR,” she said after a moment, then turned back to Billie as they began to talk.
Something in the air shifted with this, becoming more open, and the Persian smiled at him. It wasn't a Human smile – it didn't have the pulling back of the corners of her mouth, or the crinkling of her eyes, instead being only a slight parting of her mouth and a little flaring of her nostrils as she lifted her chin and leaned forward some – but it bore all of the emotional lightness just the same.
“áõŋ̄,” she said, leaving it at that as she cuddled into his chest.
Though their fur offered ample cover, he still felt awkward at their lack of clothing.
Seeking desperately to disengage himself, he cast about for some excuse.
“Could I offer you guys something to eat?” he asked.
Once more, the room stilled, this time bringing with it a resounding silence as the others' conversation trailed off.
áõŋ̄'s eyes – at least he presumed that this was her name, since he knew the first to be raʔûR – were wide, her head now high as if to get a better view, but he couldn't tell if this were from shock or happy surprise.
“Food, yes!” Billie interjected, relieving the tension, “Avery, honey, could you get a selection of things, please? Mostly meat and dairy, some marrow – and a lot of fish and bird.”
Ze and raʔûR sat at the table, once more engrossed in catching up as he headed to the food-o-mat, trailed closely by áõŋ̄.
Paws wandered in then, though there was still no sign of Yeller or Jinx. This caused no stir, or even apparently any notice. He wondered if that meant that they kept pets as well, or if Billie had told raʔûR to expect a cat. He also wondered how they'd react to the dogs.
Shuttling platters of deli cuts and mild cheese wedges, pitchers of milk and several tureens au jus, he found áõŋ̄ right behind him at every turn, and so eventually conscripted her into kitchen duty. He focused mainly on Earth food, but with selections of Genomorph cuisine that he'd become familiar with, and a few Cat-girl recommendations from the food-o-mat. As each new dish materialized, he'd hand it to her, and she'd place it just so at the table and come back again, her eyes still disconcertingly wide.
Reflecting on their behavior, he was glad that at least the Cat-girls had arrived with serendipitous timing. They were between assignments at the moment, and hadn't yet decided on any firm plans, so people coming to visit and stay a while were a welcome change in routine.
Billie and raʔûR were already grazing by the time that he and áõŋ̄ joined them.
Fixing a bowl of cereal, he noticed áõŋ̄ just waiting there, watching him.
Seeing his glance, she looked down at the table, then back again.
“It's OK if you go ahead and eat. I'm just getting my own stuff together now,” he prompted.
Her eyes widened further at this as she became much more relaxed and animated, selecting tidbits of everything, then making a second round in case she'd missed anything the first time before diving in.
Watching this, he shook his head and smiled.
They were a little weird, but at least he'd navigated things safely. Things would probably be interesting for a while.
It wasn't long before they'd moved through a course or two, and were now picking little bits of things that happened to catch their eye. Nor was it long before he found himself the subject of áõŋ̄'s curiosity once more.
“Lox and cream cheese on toast. Would you like to try some?”
She leaned forward, her nose flaring ever so slightly at it.
Lunging forward, she bit fully a quarter of it away.
Chewing with the most unusual mixture of delight and confusion on her face, she began to purr softly.
“I'm not sure about your wood, but I want more of your creamy fish-cheese,” she said after a moment, sliding herself around his hand and wriggling into his lap.
Again, he shot a look to Billie, but again, ze seemed unconcerned with áõŋ̄'s actions.
“Please?” áõŋ̄ asked, her mouth wide and eyes closed.
He shifted beneath her, trying not to draw attention to the already-rising response that this served only to exacerbate.
Resigning himself to this, reasoning that perhaps her psychology really wasn't all that different from Paws's, he proceeded to do just that, taking bites for himself when he could.
It wasn't long before she'd become comfortable enough with him to finally talk, and he found himself listening to the story of how she and raʔûR had come together. It was easy enough for him to follow the tale, once he got used to her speech pattern. It was almost a single continuous sentence: short, yet still managing to feel a bit jumbled, somewhat breathless, and conveying – almost immersing him in – a sense of wonder and the excitement of the moment as seen through her eyes.
They'd met while she'd been shopping.
“raʔûR walked right over to me, she was just so feral – almost prowling – and said hello even though we'd never sniffed before, not even once, and we talked for hours, and then she even took me out for brunch that very same day and fed me, and then we had dinner that afternoon all the way through the evening, and there was so much fish! She smelled just right though, and it all happened so fast!”
He looked around, a little confused, surveying all of the breakfast still at the table, and beginning to get a better idea of how she saw the world.
“She simply swept me off of my feet, and we've been together ever since!” she smiled brightly.
Having said this, she wriggled in his lap once more as if to find just the right spot, licked his ear a few times, her tongue rasping loudly to him, bit it, snuggled up against his shoulder, and fell sound asleep, her bass purr now rumbling through him.
Half an hour later, raʔûR announced that she, too, needed a nap.
Billie led the way to their guest room, Avery carrying the still-unconscious áõŋ̄ nestled against him. raʔûR's head swiveled at every nook and cranny, slowing her steps at each intersection to investigate the scents in the air. Having satisfied her immediate concerns, she climbed into the bed as Avery laid áõŋ̄ down. As he did, she began pawing in her sleep, but settled once more as soon as raʔûR curled up around her.
Dimming the air's luminescence and adjusting the doorway's dielectric constant to near-opacity, they left their house guests to their rest.


Later that afternoon, as he walked into the flight deck, Avery found áõŋ̄ bent double across a command chair. It was arranged in a fully reclined position, but her contorted figure couldn't possibly be natural. How in the world she had managed to do this to herself was irrelevant to him as he rushed to her aid.
Arriving at her side, her realized too late what should have been obvious.
Her head popped up, tongue still halfway out of her mouth as she smiled at him.
“Do you need cleaning, too?” she asked, “Come here and I'll take care of you!”
He backed away slowly, trying not to offend, and trying even harder not to think about what he had just seen.


Once more before dinner, now just trying to walk things off, he ran into raʔûR and áõŋ̄, this time in the game room. They were standing by a pool table – something that Billie had insisted that they try as soon as he'd described it, and she enjoyed it so much that it now featured as a default assembly ever-ready for players – áõŋ̄ leaning over the table as raʔûR held her from behind, arms around her waist, biting her neck.
“Y'all aren't about to, umm...?” he asked nervously. He didn't really think that they were in the midst of anything private, but he wasn't prepared to take the risk.
raʔûR turned to him a quizzical look on her face.
“Never mind me, I just thought I might be interruptin' something. Private-like I mean. Something private. I mean, that you guys were maybe fixing to get physical, not just playing at pool there,” he said, stumbling over himself in his attempt to recover.
“What? Sex?” raʔûR asked, “No, I'm just social-mounting her, letting her know she's mine. Asserting myself.”
Avery brought his hand to his forehead, not sweating, but still feeling the need to rub his scalp in relief.
Sex mounting looks more like this–” raʔûR continued, bringing her claws to áõŋ̄'s ribs and digging deep as her teeth bit harshly into áõŋ̄'s scruff, áõŋ̄ now yowling, her rear writhing and thrashing every which way beneath raʔûR. It took only a moment for this to trigger raʔûR's affect to become serious, the simulated chase now rapidly becoming the real thing.
He left without saying goodbye, the two now thoroughly preoccupied.


Dinner managed to occur without incident, and Avery was greatly relieved over this. The Cat-girls seemed to have worked off their energy, though he avoided thinking about where and how. The evening passed without incident as well, some simple conversation and entertainment, and they had all retired to their respective rooms a few hours later.
Standing in the bathroom, it took him a moment to pin down the sensation. He could feel someone watching him. Turning slowly, he found áõŋ̄ leaning forward in the tub – not bathing, just sitting there – staring intently, her head level with his hips and tilted slightly in fascination, her neck shifting a little to the side in order to afford her a better view of things.
No doors. Of course.
He hadn't really given it much thought after his first few days on the ship, but this fact struck home for him all at once now.
Finishing in haste, he left the room, not sure of what to say or how to handle this.
As he walked down hallway, something heavy hit him from behind, and he collapsed to the floor.
áõŋ̄ had pounced on him.
Rolling him over, she looked excited, almost fevered.
“I'm looking for raʔûR. It's a game! Play with me?”
So saying, she levered herself upward a little, pushing him back to the floor in the process as she peered around. A moment later, she dropped back into a stealthy position, sliding all along his face as she did so, and burying it between her chest and her belly. As difficult as it was to breathe just then, matters were compounded by the unexpected discovery that her upper chest was only one of several areas sporting breasts3. raʔûR was modestly endowed, but with her hair as short as it was, he was still peripherally aware of her multiple attributes; he hadn't really thought about it before, and áõŋ̄'s fur certainly tended to hide things, but in this position it was abundantly evident that she was arranged similarly and rather generously so.


Avery wasn't sure how he felt about things, or what to do, and he spent most of the day running it through his head to no avail.
áõŋ̄ was sweet, but maybe a little too friendly, and didn't exactly seem to have any boundaries. raʔûR was... raʔûR; a little... assertive. Dominant. Not mean. Nice, really, just...
Things seemed to have gone over well enough with the dogs. Mostly. raʔûR had nearly attacked Jinx, recognizing his species, but they'd talked their way around that. He'd even climbed up a few notches in her opinion upon learning that he'd tamed a quilled hyaena.
áõŋ̄ couldn't get enough of the tribbles, hunting them down all over the place and hug-attacking them. He was a little worried that they might be losing some hair already from all of the cuddling and petting.
He felt that he should talk with Billie about things – that he needed to, in fact – but was reluctant to bring it up.
It wasn't his ship, and raʔûR was her friend, and áõŋ̄ was her girlfriend, and it was all a bit of a mess.
Complicated.
When bedtime rolled around, he had yet to resolve the issue, falling asleep to random related events crossing his mind.


Hot. A desert. They were swimming in moon dust.
After a while, they were relaxing on soft pillows strewn all about, warm breezes caressing his skin. The pillows writhed every so often, covering him, sometimes making it difficult to breathe. Sometimes they were body-pillows stretched out against him, other times noodle-like and wrapped around him or entwined with his limbs, entangling and holding him fast. They were soft, but not fluffy; more... squishy, and slick with sweat.
Then jelly-filled balloons pressed in at him from all directions.
Opening his eyes, he found Paws curled up between him and Billie and staring at him. Contemplating his wakefulness, she blinked slowly, then head butted him.
Looking into Billie's face, he realized that it was morning, with an attendant and comfortable pressure below, one that was matched by zer own as ze nudged zer hips a little closer, poking him right back.
That's when he noticed raʔûR's midriff just above their heads, her body curled around them, her own state difficult to miss. Normally more subdued, two rows of nipples were quite prominently displayed and currently pointed right at him.
Trying to ease down the bed a little, he found áõŋ̄ across his legs – both of their legs, in fact – her face just above their groins and tucked downward.
“Don't you guys have your own room?” he asked cautiously.
“You smell right,” áõŋ̄'s voice drifted up, muffled as it was, her fur tickling in the most personal way.
“You fit reasonably well,” raʔûR allowed.
Billie nodded, “They're moving in and decided to adopt you.”
“Breakfast?” raʔûR breathed presumptuously into his ear, drawing close to him before stretching, then arching her back and rubbing across his face in the process, “Whitefish Asiago Alfredo? Salmon cordon bleu? Grease-soaked shredded turkey, mostly dark meat, and heavy on the chopped giblets? Mmm, all of the above...”
This drew áõŋ̄'s attention.
“Sausage, please! Lots of sausage!” she called out, turning to paw at his hip and beginning to knead.
Billie gave this a moment's thought, with an easy answer at hand.
“Coffee; definitely coffee. Then bacon and eggs – and coffee! Then some more coffee.”
“And cream! May I have loads and loads of cream with that sausage? Please, please, please? And cuddles, afterward!” áõŋ̄ added.
Billie glanced to raʔûR, then teased áõŋ̄, “And are you going to chew on him some more, too?”
No! Maybe... yes, but only after breakfast. And maybe during. And probably a little bit while he's making it! But that's all,” she replied, squirming some and proceeding to nibble his finger.
“Come on, lazy butt, up you go!” Billie said, smacking his hip lightly.
Rolling into the bed slightly in an attempt to turn himself away from áõŋ̄'s face to the extent that he could, he replied “I can't exactly stand up right now. Give me a minute to – umm... – adjust, and I'll be up. Could you hand me some pants or something?”
Wearily, he concluded that he needed a vacation from this vacation.


O ~~~ O


Footnotes:

1 Laser ball: Light with a path that's been bent to roughly a ball shape (with ~30% chance of deforming to a disc, and ~10% chance of becoming a dart; shape retention is on the order of tens of seconds, though this varies), given some electrostatic presence, and only reacting to everything without actually imparting momentum to objects; its impact can be elastic or inelastic, sometimes even taking off superelastically and moving at greater speeds than possible, or displaying counterintuitive rotation.

2 Cat-girl features: While a sizable percentage of Cat-girls fall into the basic range of anime Nekomusume, a greater number of them are closer to Star Trek Caitians and Niven's Kzin and Traveller RPG's Aslan and Prrt'. In this sense, it breaks down to something like 26% Nekomusume, 34% Thundercat, 40% Caitian/etc.. These two are somewhat in the middle, closer to Thundercats.

3 Breasts: As with their cat-Human facial feature spectrum and cat parts' general presence, Cat-girls' breasts vary from one to four pairs (even five on rare occasion).


Don't throw the babe out with the bathwater” is the second chapter in the story arc “When in Rome,” which is in turn the third story in a series (“Tell me more about this Earth-thing”).
When in Rome” is an ongoing story arc, with three four chapters so far (there were to be only three, but a fourth snuck up and surprised me the other day). The first two chapters (“Cauchy” and “Don't throw the babe out with the bathwater”) are already uploaded to AO3 (if you can't wait for it on reddit). I plan to upload the third chapter (“A day at the beach”) to AO3 this coming Sunday.
I also plan to upload that third chapter to reddit here next week, though it (like this one) feels more like Tenchi Muyo than a more general Space-Orcs-theme to me, so I'm unsure of whether you guys might want it here -- then again, the third chapter does show some of the Space Orc pack protection and its side effects.
I expected the third chapter to end this story arc, but a plot bunny attacked me the other day, so there's a fourth one in development now (“Is he good to you? ”). Captain Stabby the Space Roomba Skutter attacks, and there's some relationship talk between Billie and raʔûR (there's even a hortaform pet rock that makes an appearance).
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2020.11.13 04:22 BearLair64 Sunrise in Aztlan (Page 2 of 2)

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Silvio put on his turn signal and turned into the rest stop. He and Bjorn exited the car and entered the restroom. Art stayed and kept an eye on the tractor trailer and its escorts. There was an old white short bus stopped beside the truck. The windows were darkened but presently the back door opened, and several girls were ushered from the bus into the truck trailer. Art used his mini binoculars to check the logo on the side of the bus. It was from a local reservation. These girls were likely native girls… Americans, being sold to the slavers.
Art took over driving for a while since he was most rested. Due to Bjorn’s bulk, Silvio took the back seat. They left out ahead of the convoy but just ahead. They travelled just below the speed limit and before long, the lead car overtook them. When they reached a two-lane passing area, Art pulled to the right lane and let them pass. He stayed behind them and just sped up for occasional glimpses. He’d have to get closer soon, they were nearing the area where their intel said that the convoys disappeared, and it would be daylight in a couple of hours.
They’d been climbing for some time and off to the side of their car, Bjorn and Silvio looked out at the moonlight over the mesas. It was a stirring sight and each man sank into his own thoughts. At last the convoy turned onto a plain dirt track. There were no markings or signs, but it was well maintained. Art turned off the headlights and followed by moonlight and the red taillights in the distance. They wound through several of the mesas and low hills, and then turned onto a downward track that lead into a canyon. Art pulled into some mesquite brush on the right and turned off the engine. “What’s the idea boss? We may lose them.” Silvio opined from the back seat.
“We can track them.” Art said confidently. “There is nowhere else to go. Down into the canyon. There must be a settlement or something down there. Weird but hey, weird’s our specialty. That’s a one lane dirt road. If we go too far, we’ll have to stop behind them. If they drop off and do a turnaround, we’ll be trapped. Now, how about we unass the car, get our lights and night vision gear, some ropes, and take a shortcut down the canyon wall. Save us some walking down that dirt road which may come under unfriendly observation at any time and hopefully they don’t have much farther to go.”
**** * ****
They made it to the canyon floor and paralleled the track for a few miles. There was an odd, rhythmic sound from up ahead, as though drums and many voices rose in a chant. They looked at one another uneasily. The sound drifted in the dry dessert air, then abruptly ceased, started again for a moment, then stopped for good. They could see that dawn had arrived above the canyon rim but in between, the shadows prevailed. Up ahead, the road simply ended at a wall where the wide split in the land became a box canyon. The vehicle tracks led straight up to it and… vanished. Silvio led the others to a pile of rocks from which they observed, hopefully without being observed in turn. “This will do for now until we can figure out their security system and who may be watching.”
“I’d like to take a look at the box end wall,” rumbled Bjorn. “I can stay close to it and remain in the shadows. They should last a while longer.” He continued speaking before either of the elder men could raise an objection, “I know, I’m massive. However, I can move as well as anyone. In this outdoor space, the scale makes me as puny as either of you. Besides, I need to do something useful… I’m training, right?”
Art nodded and Silvio patted his charge lightly on the shoulder. “You have your spada bear cub?” To which Bjorn smiled in a manner that made it evident how he’d earned the sobriquet, “bear” as he patted the two-foot long blade sheathed at his hip.
Before any more conversation, the young giant was off among the rocks and sidling up to the wall. Once he was there, he blended into the surroundings surprisingly well. Had the two senior members of the team not known he was there they could easily have missed him. “Your trainee was well prepared in the Defense Management School. He moves well. I hear that Ed herself recruited him.”
Silvio beamed a feral grin at his team leader, “He’s green but surprisingly capable. He has no idea of course. I worry for the day that he realizes what a rare combination of talents he has. He’ll want to take over the outfit.”
Art glanced at where he thought Bjorn should be and then looked back at Silvio, “Maybe he should. I’ve lost him.”
Silvio chuckled, “I kept talking because I hoped you had eyes on him. I lost him before you first spoke… ah, wait… yes, there he is. Looks like he’s on the way back to us.
Presently Bjorn slipped down onto his belly beside his bosses. “Mystery solved. You’ll be able to tell when it gets light, but that wall is just a camouflaged rolling gate. Works well here, since the canyon narrows, and the area stays in the shade most of the day. I couldn’t really see inside but I heard some people talking and smelled cigarette smoke. Definitely guards on duty on the other side. I counted only two voices but... there are likely more nearby.”
“We’d need a full unit to take it straight on. Not really what we want to do until we have enough information to solve the mystery.” Art replied to Bjorn’s report. “Guess we’ll be climbing the wall again, then backtracking along the wall topside.” Silvio and Bjorn nodded ruefully, and the men began the climb and backtrack...
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Daisy settled in among the other women in the back of the truck. She heard the locks engage on the outside, nothing to do but get acquainted on the journey ahead. She waited for her eyes to adjust to the gloom. Some light leaked in from the doors and there were small screens around the walls of the trailer that allowed some air and light to penetrate. Unlikely to suffocate, she thought, but still pretty murky, dark outside. She looked around her but all of the women… mostly girls, sat with their faces down, hair drooping, and were clearly wrapped in miserable thoughts.
She considered her own position. She wasn’t overly worried, and she trusted her team how talented they were, even though this gang had gotten the jump on her and Jay-bird. I hope he’s okay, poor guy, she winced when she thought of how it must have hurt him when the bullet entered his leg. It looked bad, top of the knee… She shook off those thoughts, unproductive! The men had questioned her briefly about anyone else following them. She’d insisted that she and Jay were not following them on purpose but had intended to rob the truck stop since cops were thin on the ground out this way. They’d been dubious but she was a decent enough actress and pointed out that she and Jay were both armed and had done some damage. It helped that she carried no ID and their vehicle had been pretty standard.
She once more let her eyes roam around the trailer rig. There, that one in the front corner nearest the cab. Her gaze was fixed, but angry rather than hopeless. Her clothes were nicer than anyone else’s, including Daisy’s… it was her! Daisy recognized her from the file photo, this was Reyna Marquez-Morales. No fuc… no way! She knew that the odds were astronomical. Then again, the trucks likely didn’t roll that often, Reyna had probably been held somewhere for a while to let the initial buzz settle. It really hadn’t been long since she’d gone missing, just over a couple of weeks, and here she was in a tractor trailer, shoved in among the regular girls like so much cattle. For that matter, so was Daisy.
She wanted desperately to talk to the girl but feared that some of the others might be snitches. She cleared her throat, “Anybody here speak English?” She tried to sound hopeful. Her Spanish was native and excellent, but they didn’t need to know that; …Crickets, apparently no one did. Only a few even bothered to look up at her. Reyna just continued to glare at a spot on the opposite wall. “Great, guess it’s going to be a boring trip.” She let a little defiance creep into her voice.
“I speak English, but I don’t want to talk right now. Maybe later. At the moment, I’m tired and angry and want to use a real toilet, not that bucket in the corner.” Reyna said as she flicked her chin to the opposite corner where there was a five-gallon bucket with a toilet seat and cover mounted in a corner.
Daisy had simply assumed that the reek of the place was produced by pent in humans, but the honey-bucket definitely added to the effluvium. “Thanks” Daisy nodded. “Can’t blame you. When you’re ready.”
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Moctezuma placed his feathered cloak on the peg in his chambers. Servants did most things for him but only he touched the sacred garments and accoutrements. He eagerly awaited the arrival of the “special ones” the pair that would be sacrificed on the Day of Return. It was when Queztacuatl would return in fury and lead the people to reclaim this land. On the last Return, He was embodied in the Cortez, a conqueror, with a similar appearance and name to what was in the old prophecy. The priest king knew, based on later prophecy that this time, the Quetza would lead beside Moctezuma.
He'd only recently found the right Bride for The Sun, but he’d known the groom for years. The eldest son of one of the most powerful cartel bosses; the girl would be a good match for him, both the children of the ruling class from within the light and dark of society. The boy’s father had willingly offered him, he had plenty of other sons and this one did not show much promise as a criminal mastermind. The usual offerings… offerings, not sacrifices, were the discarded souls of the world who’d sought dreams of freedom and prosperity, but whose bodies were instead used up by cruel masters. Women shattered by the sex trade, men exhausted by work in fields and processing plants: mere peasants, those offerings. Yet these two children of powerful people would be a true sacrifice. Something special for the people, la raza, to offer The Gods as a means to gain Their favor and to welcome the coming of Quetzacuatl.
So, he had been taught as he grew into the role of the priest-king of his people. It had become more difficult of late to hide from the modern governments and drones and satellites, he’d had to allow modern technology to blend with the ancient ways. Yet that would soon all be done; the bride had arrived just in time. There were no ill portents as had preceded the arrival of Cortez; this time there would be triumph and The Gods would Return to claim this land for Their people!
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Once they were up top and back at the car, the truncated DMTS team took a little time to more thoroughly hide the vehicle. The main concern was that these guys would have aerial surveillance, likely drones. They retrieved more gear and drank plenty of water. The dry air drained the moisture from their bodies with even slight exertion. Art contacted Pearly Gates on his closed channel sat phone.
“Looks like Jay’s gonna make it but he may end up with a new leg to match his arm. Kid’ll be a bionic man before it’s all done. We’ll have to start calling him ‘Blue-Jay’ with all that cobalt blue hide. She took care of the cleaning at the truck stop and the few potential witnesses were all well paid and frightened enough to have seen and heard nothing. Local LE has been redirected. All surveillance video for the date in question has been mysteriously looped. She was able to capture our coordinates. Of course, she and Jim Bui want to join us now that Jay is stable. They’ll contact us when they reach the turn-off to the dirt road.”
Bjorn pointed back along the roadway they’d followed, “Dirt on top but you can see it’s paved underneath the sand and gravel. No wonder it was in good shape, asphalt underlayment.”
Silvio nodded, “Good eye Bjorn. Now find us a place to bed down until we get the rest of our team.”
Bjorn did just that and they were soon ensconced among some rocks near the canyon rim. A place from which they could watch without being observed and rest in preparation for a busy night.
Toward evening, Jim and Pearly Gates arrived and soon had their new SUV hidden near the car. The entire group prepared to set out once full dark arrived. “Any word on Daisy?” Pearly Gates asked anxiously.
Art shook his head, “No Pearly Gates, we haven’t seen the occupants of the truck and it hasn’t yet left the canyon.”
As the sun sank until it met with the western horizon, they heard, very faintly this time, the rhythmic thumping and chants as the canyon acted like an enormous speaker and piped the sounds to them. Not many other people would have noticed but DMT Solutions Teams were trained to do so and most of this team had experiences that led them to notice far more than was common. Then the noises were drowned by the yips and wails of nearby coyotes, plaintively calling into the coming night. It was time to go…
They were unsure of what happened to the people who disappeared into the canyon, but they knew that Daisy was in grave danger. As a trainee, Bjorn had known her the least amount of time, but he’d learned to like and respect the young woman. She appeared small and soft but could pack a wallop when the need arose and had the energy of, “a BB in a glass bowl” as she’d proudly claimed on more than one occasion. He could see that Pearly Gates was the most affected. She and Daisy were like sisters. Pearly Gates had taken on a cold seething anger and he could see the struggle within her to maintain a calm approach.
They desperately needed information on the interior of the facility and how it operated. He and Pearly Gates now peered over the rim of the canyon wall through advanced night vision devices. The, “Technological” Team of DMTS had produced many near miracle tech devices and these were no exception. The canyon opened up dramatically after the choke point. The buildings along the sides were cleverly worked into the natural rock for the most part but the… city, there was no other word for it, extended onto the canyon floor as well. At the wall of the actual end of the box canyon, rose… a pyramid, a real live pyramid, right here in the good ole USA he mused. “If even only half those buildings are dwellings, we are looking at a population of around five to ten thousand. More if the caves extend deeply into the surrounding rock.” he rumbled to his fellow scout.
“Hhmmmnn…” Pearly Gates growled in return, possibly in agreement, but probably with some reservations. Her tawny locks gleamed a silver grey in the moonlight, for all the world like a puma. He was reminded of those creatures when her eyes flashed in his direction. “We aren’t going to get any more information from here. Let’s go back and see what the drones found and the satellite mapped.”
They returned to the makeshift camp inside the boulders. Silvio, in his vulpine manner, suddenly appeared from the darkness; it was almost enough to startle Bjorn, never a good idea, even though he’d been trained to control himself. Pearly Gates, already on edge, snapped at the lean field agent, “Seriously? You should know better Silvio, never jump out in front of fellow predators unless you are looking for a fight.”
Silvio nodded tightly in acknowledgement, “Yes, you know it works both ways though, the two of you were moving very quietly. No need to startle the rest of the Diablos Tejanos. We are all on edge with worry over Daisy. I’ve downloaded the Sat information to your devices. Art and Jim Bui are bringing in the drones and we can start sorting out our plan.”
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“So, I don’t know much more than you.” Reyna spoke quietly to Daisy, who had moved to sit beside her, despite the proximity of the rank honey-bucket. “I was in Galveston with some friends, we have a beach house there at Jamaica Beach. A couple of girls I didn’t know came with a friend and I think they must have played a part in taking me. We hung out and partied for a while, then… I woke up in a dark room. They would turn on a red lightbulb when they fed me. I was able to figure out where the toilet-sink combination and the cot were. Everything was metal. I couldn’t really see the person… maybe people, who brought the meals, but I think they were all women. Maybe like these.” She waved her hand slightly to indicate their fellow passengers on the journey to misery.
Daisy nodded along but remained silent, she wanted the girl to keep talking. After a moment, Reyna obliged, “Then they came for me, the goons, the ones that put you in here with us. Neither one of us belongs here. The rest of the women are undocumented, I talked to a few, mostly prostitutes…” she whispered the last. “I can’t believe this. Do you know who my mother is? Has there been anything on the news?”
Daisy wasn’t ready to show her hand, “No idea, I don’t watch news, bor-ring! I’ve seen some things though. These chics don’t look like pros, they look like sheep. Sheep that have been kicked around pretty hard.”
Reyna shrugged, “Whatever, I just hope that my friends were able to get help. If my mom finds out, she’ll send someone to get me.” She again slipped into a whisper, “She’s in Congress, they’ll have to send someone. She’s pretty well known, even some talk of her being in line for a bigger office. I just have to wait.”
Daisy again remained silent, apparently the girl was spoiled and vacuous enough to assume that none of the other women would note or comprehend her whispers. She had to do her job but, what an arrogant little arse-tard! Definitely had to keep that to herself. Reyna had seemed to hold it together pretty well but now she sniveled a little, a small whimper and sniff of soft crying. Someone in this trailer seemed to be crying quietly at all times, like they took it in shifts. The truck slowed considerably and made one sharp turn, then headed down a steep grade. Eventually it leveled out for a while. Then it stopped.
There were rumbles and voices outside and the truck once again lurched forward. The poor light that penetrated the vents began to turn gray when the truck came to what felt like a significant halt. The driver took the vehicle out of gear and she heard the cab doors open and shut. Presently, the first bright light of the morning greeted her. It wasn’t too bad, there were still shadows since… ah, canyon walls, that’s what occluded the light.
The “herd” of women left the truck and women in plain cotton shifts with intricate embroidery met them and spoke soothingly as they were ushered into a plain building that Daisy quickly recognized as a dormitory… like in a jail but maybe a little nicer… a newer jail. While one of the elder women gave a short introduction, she focused on a different discussion that occurred just outside the still opened door. She noted that one of the eldest of the women spoke to the lead thug, “That was close. We have only one left, the one for sunset tonight. Tomorrow is the big day, but we still have to keep up the Cycle of The Sun. This won’t be the last load.”
The thug shrugged, “The Big M’s the one who ordered us to time it this way. We kept her close to where we took her until the immediate search was over. She’s feisty but empty-headed. Still, we can’t put her off for too long with stories about ransom. There’s another one, she’d be good for sunset today or tomorrow. She caused us some trouble. Might as well take care of it…”
“C’mon young one, we are going inside to look at the rest of the dormitory.” One of the women in the embroidered shifts smiled at Daisy and indicated with her hand that she should move along. Daisy saw that the smile did not touch her eyes, they were black and hard, like obsidian...
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It had been relatively easy to access the city from the canyon walls, but the team then had to figure out how to move about without getting caught and then how to find Daisy and possibly Reyna among thousands of other people. They weren’t even completely sure that Reyna would be in the city. She could be anywhere on the trail of misery they’d followed. Still, she was their primary mission. Art had stayed above, their communication link with a Cleaner Team on standby. That group would take care of any unfortunate messes, to include avenging their deaths should such a need arise.
They’d decided to start with the pyramid… there was nothing else like it. Surely it was the center of whatever was happening in this place. The moon rose above the canyon wall and shed some light, but there was very little visible artificial lighting. It was likely that the community cooperated in keeping the location off the maps. The central plaza appeared deserted and the pyramid rose ahead in the gloom, massive and tall but wide enough at each level to still appear somewhat squat. The lowest level extended into the canyon wall. The second level appeared to be flush with it. The rest ascended in smaller platforms until at the top, a large basalt block rested free and clear of everything but its enormous base, the pyramid. It was set so the bottom of it was just above the rim of the canyon, high in the sky and in position to greet the rising sun and bid farewell as it set.
Bjorn and Silvio took a position near one of the structures from which no sounds of occupation emanated. Pearly Gates and Jim Bui tackled the climb from one of the sides. There were no deliberate steps on the south face, only the east and west faces but the surface was fairly rough and there were carvings and protrusions that in combination with the gentle slope, made the climb easy for their levels of experience. They made the ascent in under ten minutes. Bjorn watched as the scouts sunk low at the apex to avoid being silhouetted against the night sky with its bright moon and myriad of stars, all made clear by the absence of humidity. Had he not known they were there he would not have seen the few tiny signs that they displayed.
He was starting to get nervous and noted that Silvio squirmed as well, when a shadow rose from the silvery light. It was quickly joined by another. The scouts had returned. Pearly Gates spoke in low tones, “That thing is just what it looks like, an altar. It’s been cleaned but there are clear signs that blood has flowed across the surface of that block, it went into a drain in the center. The back of the block that faces the cliff has an opening, like a chute. It seriously reeks. Flashlight beam couldn’t find the bottom but there is definitely airflow, like the entire pyramid is breathing; very dramatic. There is a narrow stair that leads up and down the north face from the top of the second level; a door leads into the canyon wall. Apparently, anyone who needs to magically appear can simply ascend that stair and voila! The whole view from the top looks like this is a theater stage.”
Jim Bui watched their trail and remained vigilant during the report and added only, “There is a stench of death in that place. The basalt block had two slight indentations… as though two human bodies could be placed side by side with heads in opposite directions. Kinda creepy, like some old pulp story, Tarzan or Conan, maybe Cthulu… but with actual people dead at the end of the ceremonies. Maybe they needed so many people to fill up the pyramid with bodies, who knows?” He shivered a little. Jim Bui was tough but the situation had him on edge.
Pearly Gates remained cold, “We still don’t know where Daisy is or Reyna. Should we look around the buildings? There’s no way to tell when or even if they might be brought to this place.”
In the end, they decided to take a look around the city. Pearly Gates and Jim Bui started at the base of the eastern stairs and Bjorn and Silvio took the western end. The streets were squared off because of the buildings that lined them, yet it seemed that the buildings were staggered so that there were no direct approaches to the pyramid until one cleared the last offset, then it was a short walk into the plaza and to the base of the steps.
They maintained a leisurely pace, stalking quietly and staying close to walls that cast moon-shadows when possible. The night was moving on rapidly and it was eerie how quiet the complex was when they considered the number of people they’d observed and heard earlier. Every roof and upper wall was left in natural basic colors, but each lower level had been used as a canvas for murals of ancient native life and depictions of the myths and legends of pre-Columbian tribes in their glory days. It was difficult for Bjorn to avoid becoming engrossed in the tales that the artwork told, but then he saw one that he could not ignore. He touched Silvio’s shoulder and then tapped it and pointed to the pertinent wall.
It displayed the same feathered serpent or dragon figure that they’d observed at La Quetza Cantina. It appeared to fly above and preside over a pyramid. On the pyramid were figures, a brightly bedecked one stood above two others, very obviously male and female characters. The colorful person held a long, black object above them; it looked like a large knife that he intended to plunge into the chests of the supine figures on the dull black alter. There were two other figures in ornate dress, another male and female, who stood by with basins to catch the blood that would surely flow…
Bjorn and Silvio looked at one another briefly, then Silvio indicated with a nod and hand gesture that they should keep going. Yet at the end of the building, they had to halt. They’d reached the parking area, across which was a large garage shed that contained the tractor trailer and escort vehicles that they’d followed. Two men stood beside them, visible only because one was smoking. When the breeze shifted, Bjorn could make out brief snatches of conversation but nothing intelligible. Silvio signaled that he should wait and then he ducked around the corner to the front of the two-story structure. He returned presently and signaled for Bjorn to follow him. They reached the back of the building and rounded the corner together and once more, two figures emerged from the gloom of night. Pearly Gates and Jim Bui…
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Daisey quietly scouted through the dormitory in search of an escape route other than the front or back doors on the first floor. She found none, there were no windows in the structure. Not even in the dorm monitors’ suite. The door at the top of the stairs had been locked but she worked for a company that focused on solutions. She heard light snoring from the two figures that were there as guides and guards. She crept past their open door and tried the back door. Locked. Looking at it, she decided that she could open it, but first she checked for alarms… none, the typical captives were cowed before they even arrived, and security had clearly grown lax.
She exited and was pleased to find a bright glowing moon above to greet her. She glanced around and saw a figure disappear around a corner. Odd, the rest of the complex was as quiet as a grave. Might as well follow, she figured she had about an hour to explore.
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Bjorn felt a heavy tap on top of his shoulder and smoothly flowed into a kneeling posture as he came to a stop. He looked around first with his eyes and then slowly he turned his head. Silvio was ahead of him and Jim Bui was just behind. Pearl Gates was the rearguard. She was faced in the direction from which they’d come and based on her stance, she was prepared for a fight. Jim Bui had his heavy knife in hand and Bjorn realized that he’d instinctively drawn his own oversized scramasaex without conscious thought. He’d passed on the signal to Silvio, who now stood watch at the next corner, in the shadows. There was the slightest glint of the sharp edges of his stiletto. He couldn’t see it, but he knew that Pearly Gates would have held her pistol with the sound suppressor. They were completely prepared for an attack. He wondered if the men who had been out with the trucks had spotted them and followed.
Pearly Gates quickly stood and stepped forward, toward their stalker. Bjorn’s first instinct was to rise and assist her against the opponent who grappled with her. Then he realized that their shadow was none other than Daisy. The, “grapple” was a warm embrace.
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The team continued their silent trek until they were near the plaza. They gathered around in a pool of shadow and spoke in sotto voce tones to make their plans. Daisy insisted on going back to the dormitory, “I have to protect Reyna. I don’t know when they’ll take her, but if we are sacrifices, we have to let it go forward until we can figure out a rescue for all of the captives. For that matter, they may take me first, I am a problem child.” She gave a wicked grin with that.
Pearly Gates slipped a small caliber pistol into Daisy’s palm, “Now you are a problema for these freaks.” Her grin was downright savage.
Bjorn presented her with one of his smaller blades, “So, what’s the plan?”
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2020.11.11 23:23 Rockafellor “When in Rome”; ch. 1: “Cauchy”

Join Avery D'Arc, Space Orc, as he wrestles with the mysteries of the universe, Cat-girls with no conception of personal space, and the slings and arrows of outrageous vacation destinations.
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Cauchy” (cross-post from HFY): Space Orcs might be the most rawly impressive species in the known galaxies, but it turns out that they're not the most confounding when Billie and Avery set out to investigate the mysterious appearance of a vast artificial complex (just one of many). Spanning two light years, its main mass is empty and seems to have no effect on spacetime around it.
Its otherwise bare surface isn't quite entirely bare though, with a ten million mile building standing out as a beacon-like calling card for all and sundry. As if this weren't enough, the interior proves increasingly more bizarre, making the exterior seem merely a little outsized by contrast. At the heart of the matter is a being more outlandish than they'd ever expected, and all because of what will never happen, ensuring that what wasn't remains so.
Cauchy” is the first chapter in the story arc “When in Rome,” which is in turn the third story in a series (“Tell me more about this Earth-thing”).



“Lands' End, Point Omega, call it what you will, it reeks of death,” the Engram intoned.
Ryo-ohki twitched in her sleep, dreaming of an alien planet made of pure carrot, fresh greens sprouting all over the surface, and cool springs and brooks abounding and redolent with sweet, carrot-juicy goodness.
“Silent halls of marble, but impenetrable to all scanners, and resistant to all attempts to so much as scratch them for samples,” it went on, pausing as if to ensure that the significance sank in.
“So, y'all are talkin' a ghost town here?” Avery clarified.
The Engram paused further, considering the Deathworlder's question.
“Ghosts?” it asked, unable to come up with any better reply.
For all that the Deathworlder's language inexplicably matched Audible Galactic Common, there were inevitably some disjoints. Billie had learned that very quickly, and it wasn't just food and local planetary lifeforms and astrography, nor yet their curious deafness to their own minor regional variations (they called them languages, and claimed not to understand one another). Deathworlders had words for weather, pursuits of pleasure, so many methods of warfare… things that rarely had more than the merest tangential similarity to anything cultured and civilized, and this persisted in every “language” on the planet!
“Non-physical continuations of once-living physical beings,” Billie stepped in.
“Of course,” the Engram nodded, “a common enough metamorphic stage for–”
“They dead,” Avery interrupted.
“Then I'm afraid that I don't understand.”
Billie spent the next hour trying to explain primitive Deathworlder superstitions before the Engram gave up, more confused than ever.
“So, the message finally self-destructed?”
“That's not how they work,” ze replied, dodging nimbly around him and fending off his hands as ze made zer way to the food-o-matic, “they're fully integrated archailects1 composed of refracted micronodes for ephemeral interactions.”
“Oh! So... it self-destructed?”
Ze arched zer brow and ignored him as ze withdrew zer half-melted coffee ice cream and mandarin orange sorbet, balancing the slice of gingerbread very carefully and bumping him out of the way with zer hip. The gingerbread was dark and heavy with rum, rich with molasses, allspice, and bits of fruit, and quite distracting to the nose.
“You really like that stuff, huh?” he teased.
“You should too, you know. I find that it 'puts me in the mood,' in case you hadn't noticed.”
“Best stuff in the world, like I always say. Did I ask? No sirree, not me! You sure you got enough there? Lemme go get you some more, you look famished.”


...Spirits and Demons: beware!2 Avery sang aloud, nasal and off-key.
His heart was light and the tune jaunty. All was good with the world.
Billie slapped his arm lightly, half in jest, half soberly.
“OK, OK. But you still ain't said: which one of us is Spencer and which is Tracy?”
“You do remember my 'frog-tongue,' hmm...?”
A smile glued itself to his face as he lost himself for a moment.
“Care to see it again?”
His attention snapped back to the present as the tip of zer tongue slid gently across zer lips, arcing upward to reach zer nose, then slid seductively down and across zer chest.
The tweaks to a Genomorph's body took some time to affect, from hours for minor biochemistry to a few days for major anatomical shifts, and could only come about by horizontal gene transfer. They also took a bit of a toll in caloric needs, nutrition, and even some degree of subconscious acuity while being brought online. Zer body accounted for environmental needs automatically, but ze could also intentionally call up modifications that zer genetic library had previous exposure to.
“I'll be good,” he promised.
Sometimes zer modifications served no immediate practical need, but this 'frog-tongue ' – as Avery had once dubbed it – served several uses, and it was one modification that ze was glad to keep.
Coming out of Planck-BEC transit, they saw what they'd already expected, but it was still difficult to accept.
A featureless surface fully a light year in radius, slightly rounded along the edge and tapering like an inverted chocolate kiss beneath.
Featureless, that is, except for a single structure at the center of the flat face.
A rococo monstrosity ten million miles in each direction, with what could only be described as a garden world with a like footprint laid out before what was undoubtedly its front façade. Sensors showed a Class-M atmosphere along the disc face, along with a one-gee field, solar light beaming into existence in all downward directions from its Kármán line.
Following the beautifully curving ocean-river to either side, one's eyes were naturally drawn to a very clear landing area at what amounted to its doorstep.
Their descent was unhindered and uneventful.
For all of the pomp of the structure's exterior, its interior – or at least what might be called its foyer, whatever its physical extent – was that of a typical space station. Somewhat more convivial, and certainly less business-like, but still easily recognizable as what one might expect of a rich eccentric with an entire planet's resources to throw at their vestibule. Literally a world's resources – that entire world, physically – if you poured it all into an enormous puff-pastry and added intergalactic tech to solve the engineering issues.
And this was just one of the many identical installations that had simply appeared across the galaxies and voids. They had shown up simultaneously, some balancing on black holes' ergospheres, a few sitting directly in place and pierced through by quasars' jets, quite a few buried deep within thick nebulae, and every single one neither affected by nor affecting their surrounding medium.
Avery took a long look across the vast open area, the city-sized water features and rest areas, then back at their all terrain mobile shelter.
“We're gonna need a bigger boat.”
No sooner had he said this than they noticed an unobtrusive area, displaying numerous models of vehicles, but all clearly top of the line. Above the top of the line, from what he could see of Billie's reactions.
All were parked pointing inward, at least those that one could see or infer to have directionality to them.
All were open to anyone who might come along.
“What do you think?” he asked.
Billie simply tilted zer head down and pulled zer neck back, looking up at him with zer brow knitting in clear communication that ze thought that he had finally lost the last of whatever he'd had that passed for Deathworlder sanity.
Then the air between them and the courtesy suite lit up with a soft lavender glow, calm ochre strips marching away at a sedate pace.
In the end, they selected one that resembled a three-legged ice-skating wading pool. Every ship was the height of luxury, food and drink – curious fruit juices, tantalizing pastries, and strange meats of elusive textures and flavors – were brought to them by various services objects (or possibly creatures; they really couldn't tell) in each that they boarded, but this one was the least outlandish-looking of the lot. After the first servitor pair had sought to massage them, and Billie had slapped them soundly for it, further overtures remained constrained to silent tour guides and wait-staff.
The ship traveled far but fast. There was no way to tell their speed, seeming breakneck and crawling at the same time. Sizes and distances were deceptive, and no two things offered a consistent gauge.
At last it came to rest at the opening of a hallway. A hallway of reasonable size letting in to a brass wall without other marks for as far as they could see.
It felt almost claustrophobic in contrast with the journey thence.
They proceeded forward, now on foot, though fed and rested, Ryo-ohki alternating between flouncing along the hall ahead of them and bounding back again.
With nothing more to look at, they became intimately familiar with the walls, ceiling, and floor along the monotonous path. A bland beige to the sides, slightly darker below, slightly lighter above, and hints of varicolored mood-lighting to the air at times. No clear turns were apparent, though every so often they would look ahead or behind and find that the hall now showed some gentle curve to the side, or an incline or downward slope.
They had walked for hours.
Dank and now ill-lit, the air having grown clammy and close, the walls having slowly shifted from finished and seamless metallo-ceramic polymer to crumbling mortar and decaying stones, the hallway had come to an end.
They had seen the exit for a while before reaching it, though it seemed to near them only in jumps.
Now that they had exited, they stood outside of a cave mouth, a simple flat-bottomed boat sitting untended not twenty feet away, a barge-like coracle, no oars nor sails nor rudder. The beach to either side felt soft and pliant, a continuous surface rather than sand, though dully reflective as if of lightly brushed metal, and stretching off into the distance to grow dim and blurred in the twilight and mist.
“Any chance I could talk you into that dolphin blow-hole thing, later?” Avery asked lightly, eyeing the shallow water of a nearby cove.
Billie looked at him, then the cove, and back again, waiting for him to focus on the moment.
He wiggled his eyebrows in an exaggerated fashion, hoping to get a laugh out of zer.
“Yes, that sounds like a terrific idea! Absolutely the most appropriate possible course of action at this time,” ze replied, shaking zer head in equal but mild parts amusement and frustration, and muttering “Maybe later, you sex-crazed Deathworlder.”
Seeing no other option suggest itself, they chose the obvious, the ship accelerating moderately as soon as they'd boarded and heading toward the strait at the far side of the water, raising barely a ripple over the slow swells.
As they made some distance from the beach, the mist thinned, first showing clear the vast and irregular blocks that thrust out from the surface, seeming convex and concave in turns with their angles and curves holding no sure and steady form, and then permitting the looming figures themselves to slowly become apparent along the horizon to the sides.
Cyclopean statues, miles-tall each, their bodies twisting and contorted, some with long and vicious tails in mid-lash, others bearing tentacles depending from their mouths, still others indiscernible but yet giving the impression of deep thought slowed to a standstill. A pale and spectral light limned their skins wan and pallid, leaving a sense of subliminal and oily patterns writhing whenever one wasn't looking.
It didn't help lighten the mood any that Avery could almost hear something baying far ahead of them.


After what might arguably have been only a few miles, the mist closed in once more, sounds muffled and seeming to come from any distance and no direction.
This continued for perhaps ten more minutes before the ship grounded itself.
“Hello, hello, hello-o!”
Avery turned from helping Billie off, stepping out of zer way so that they could now both see the being of smokeless fire that stood before them, chipper and bouncing on its heels as if to greet them warmly.
“Ahh, I am so very glad to see you again, it will have been simply too long,” he said, smiling expansively, “I remembered just in time that you were due to arrive now, and so will be leaving to see you in only a few minutes.”
Avery wasn't sure which to disbelieve more, his ears or his eyes.
Not many Humans had made it off of Earth, or glowed, for that matter – aside from a few hedonists seeking the exotic pleasures and relaxations of alien worlds and culture, there just wasn't much out here to appeal to anyone but a few scientists.
Ryo-ohki's ears perked as she bobbed her head down, then up, repeating this a few times before leaping all around their host, who immediately produced a large carrot from nowhere.
“You may call me Cauchy, and I do apologize for the charade. All of the entry was just theater for your benefit, to give you a sense of accomplishment and some ambiance. Terribly important, ambiance. And a sense of accomplishment. Can't get anywhere without that. Or ambiance, come to think of it.”
Avery leaned in to Billie and whispered behind his hand “Battier than a belfry full of bats on a buttered bagel...”
“Billie, Avery, come. We'll eat, we'll talk, and this will all make ever so much more sense. Except for the bits that won't, of course.”
Dreamlike, sudden and without transition, while yet offering no psychological surprise, as if this were what one would expect had they given it any thought, they were ensconced within a private dining area of comfortable size laid out with cushions all around. Whole lamb tenderloins wrapped in bacon with a mushroom and chestnut chutney between them (hints of anchovy and capers clearly present in the Dijon vinaigrette aroma), and all beneath an outer layer of pancetta sat before each of them on silver platters that hovered still in the air, as did the wine, the crab bisque with malted onion bread, roasted potatoes and toppings, bowls of honeyed lemon yogurt, plates of fig and date pastries, and indeed the entire service. All were engaged thus but for Ryo-ohki, at least, who lay in a pillowed cocoon of lettuce and turnip greens with a huge mixed salad before her, multiple vegetable juices clearly puddled throughout.
They weren't hungry at all – hadn't been since they were last on Billie's ship, in fact – but they all found that they had room to eat.
At a slight remove, neither too near nor too distant, a small assembly of animals played chamber music, its light sounds accompanied by several dancers and a handful of simple stage props.
Peering closer, Avery grew certain that the trees and houses in the background were no props.
“This isn't Yggdrasil, after all,” Cauchy smiled.
“What's Yggdrasil?”
Cauchy smiled again, “Enigmatic.”
“Nano-aether? Some sort of utility fog?” Billie asked abruptly, waving zer hand at the meal.
“No, not that way” Cauchy replied, “quite literally nano-aether in that what you would call Planck-epsilon-bots form and re-form to purpose, and predictively, out of the aetherial substrate of reality, writing bespoke local physical laws as needed and separately endowing resulting materials with whatever properties are called for. You could say that it's easier than doing it myself, but technically it's more complicated in fact, though only in the same sense as epsilon-sub-null3 is meaningfully larger than epsilon-sub-epsilon.”
Avery glanced to Billie, who only shook zer head.
Ze was clueless as to what this mysterious Genomorph was talking about, and greatly relieved that Avery was showing patience with zer practically private conversation. Still and all though, it was unspeakably gauche to dive into conversation in one's homeworld language when around other species without first ensuring that they too understood it or possessed a translator.
Considering all of this, ze cast about. The food, all of the familiar things of home, lacked luster. The raktajino a flavorless dishwater to match its tepid state, the hasperat bland and seeming almost as if made of mashed avocado and boiled spinach and crème fraîche in unseasoned roux crêpes, and the iguana-chicken tasted like steamed tofu.
Ze had no idea of how Avery was managing to make his way through any of it.
At least Ryo-ohki seemed happy with her greens.
“Home is where the heart is, some say,” Cauchy murmured.
Ze looked up at this, but ze only gestured to zer food again.
Sighing, ze nodded and returned to zer plates, only to find vichyssoise with brown bread rarebit, a perfectly seared bacon cheeseburger with roasted tomatoes and bursting with grease, chipped potatoes, Caesar salad, a spiced treacle pudding with custard and pear – and coffee. Looking up again, ze saw that Avery's food had changed as well, now bearing all of the familiar hallmarks of deathworld cuisine.
“The nano-aether,” Cauchy explained, seeing zer surprise.
“Is it a new development?” ze asked.
“Not yet, no,” ze replied.
“I don't mean to be rude or nothing, but what's a Human doing way out here, anyway?” Avery asked.
More surprised by this than by anything else so far, Billie looked around quickly. Surely they were the only ones to have come here recently, and just as surely no other Human had been here before, much less left behind.
“Oh, investigating the mysterious, of course.”
“And how'd you get here?”
“I was already here, have always will be – that's why you are now, after all,” Cauchy replied.
“Where's this other Human?” Billie interjected nervously. Ze'd grown accustomed to their ways, to an extent, but they were wildly unpredictable, and the circumstances here were far from ordinary.
“What other Human?” Avery replied, looking around himself, now.
“The one that you're talking about, dear.”
“What? I was just talking with Cauchy, here.”
“Yes. About a Human.”
His eyes narrowed as he tried to work out where ze was going with this.
Ze continued to stare at him levelly while waiting for him to simply answer zer.
It was Cauchy who brokered the détente.
“He means me, Billie. I am a Ljósálf4, and our physical appearance varies with the psyche of the observer. To you, I am a Genomorph; to him, a Human. And no, I don't speak any language5, which is why you're each able to understand me respectively – and before you ask, I can't read your mind, I only knew because it's what you were going to ask, though you won't now, but it's just as true, so the paradox resolves as a subjunctive tautology – a sort of Nash Equilibrium cum Feynman diagram.”
Needless to say, this sparked some rather confusing conversation. For one thing, it turned out that Ljósálfar tour worlds, which Cauchy insisted were “world-ponds,” as if they were museums, precious and fleeting moments pinned in place like flies in amber.
“And our universe is one of them?” Billie asked, trying to feel zer way through what Cauchy was saying.
“Yes.”
“And these other universes–”
“World-ponds. Or worlds, if you wish.”
“They're worlds, but not in this universe.”
“Right.”
“And this universe is a world.”
“Exactly.”
“But these other worlds aren't universes.”
“Well... some of them are. An infinite number of them, really. Beth two of them, if you really want to split hairs.”
“And all of these universes aren't a multiverse.”
“Not at all, just all part of the universe as a whole, really.”
“So they're all just worlds, as far as universes and worlds go.”
“To be fair, so are the worlds. They're worlds too. And some have universes in them.”
“An infinite number of worlds? Beth two of them, if I really wanted to split hairs?”
“Now you have it!”
Ze had no idea what ze had, but it was nice to have it.
Like nailing down mud, Avery would say.
“You know what they say,” Cauchy countered, apropos of nothing, “all roads lead to Ljósálfheimr. Isn't that right, Ryo-ohki, my little Beth Node6? Yes it is! Yes! And you know just what I'm talking about, now don't you? Ohh, yes you do!”
The cabbit purred as her leg thumped in time with his scratching her head and neck, and chucking her beneath her chin with his fingertips.
“Where's Ljósálfheimr?” Avery asked.
“Well-l-l, after normalizing your non-orientable monadic space – co-dimension7 three, you might say, but that would be telling,” Cauchy winked, “– and accounting for the effective cosmic scalar transform, zeta function notwithstanding...” he continued, sticking a finger into his mouth, then holding it aloft for a moment, “round about fifty billion light years thataway,” he said, crossing his arms, one finger pointing vaguely up and to the side, the other hand curled halfway around backward, “You could then add a little over one point eight million miles west-northwest, plus quite a bit of a ways extra-up and just a touch semi-kata in a Hausdorff-fractal sense. Or not, that's your call.
“Look, I called you here today... do you know, I've always wanted to say that!
“I called you here today to discuss a matter of great importance.”
Here he looked around, as if seeing if anyone were eavesdropping.
Softly, the entertainers' music faded away, replaced by sourceless expository music drifting downward from the very air above them in general and gradually becoming focused from some point between them all.
“I'm going to tell you a story, and in this story, time isn't, it's just being,” he began, tapping the bridge of his nose, “The Greys go as fast as possible to stay in one place, a question of indeterminacy, you see, a bit like the Red Queen8, though I really don't think that you'd like her one bit. I know I don't, I don't mind telling you.
“Meanwhile, Ásgarðr is set to position-only, making speed irrelevant – not negated or uncertain, mind; movement is possible, but that would cause 'problems,' and I won't be clarifying that phrasing. Location is treated as a property of matter, assigned by quantum hand-waving, and can be manipulated and designated; it's what keeps Ásgarðr in place and shielded, after all.
“If we assume some upper speed limit for ships – or buildings, or cities, or world-ponds – then this explains the observed speeds that one would expect of Kardashёv type two-plus technology to be able to exceed. This isn't necessary, if such speeds are permitted to occur, but permitting higher speeds would also beg the question of larger networks of world-ponds forming more solid groups or empires.
“Now tell me, why do you suppose it is that they don't, hmm? What if, let's say – and just for fun, of course – what if there were some property of spacetime that doesn't prohibit that, it just makes it an Incredibly Bad Idea to exceed some approximate boundary speed? For example, if you go less than speed X, you're fine. Go at speeds in a certain higher range, and you'll blow things to kingdom come. Your ship, and likely everything within a thousand miles, for example. Go above that range though, and you're looking at shattering the foundations of reality. Not a black hole, as such – more like... more like reaching a resonant frequency in a two-dimensional world set between glass plates, or no, a two-dimensional world that is a glass plate, one that's right smack up against other such worlds: rub those just right, the panes shatter, and everything melts into madness, and reality becomes a distorted version of itself, along with local fluctuations of physical laws that might well vary over time as well. This melting and merging of realities isn't a probability-superposition-thing, just a blurry wobbly thing of literal physical speed and location in a spatiotemporally infinite rule-based random universe; it all has to do with which world you're in at any given moment, and being in too many of them over the course of too few moments, and so it reaches a sort of Hagedorn temperature, except that instead of energy density, it's the informational entropy of the location property, which in a Shannon sense is somewhat equivalent I suppose, not to mention the silly buggers it plays with an imaginary Doppler shift...
“But not to worry, this won't be a problem.”
They sat there dazed for a moment.
“Then why are you telling us all of this?” Billie asked, “And you do realize that we have no idea who or what all of these things are, don't you?”
“No, no, no. And yes, of course. But both of these are why it won't be: because it did, or else we wouldn't be here now, because you weren't anymore, or else you would have been, and we wouldn't, but now you are because you will be were. You see? Reality never was anyway, since we wouldn't be here if it were, except that we are, so there it is. Bit of a sticky wicket, I know.”
“But why so many of these... this place?”
“Well, I had to be sure that I got your attention, now didn't I?”
Having wound down, he focused on a fingernail for a moment, then began to chew at it.
“So, you're trying to warn us to warn them not to play with higher speeds?” Avery asked, beginning to boil it down.
“Oh, quite the contrary: what will be, always was. Now it's just a question of not doing what you're going to do, and you haven't, so you won't. I find that what isn't happening is always far more fascinating to watch than what is, don't you agree?
“Now, aside from catching up to do, time is short, but we have plenty of it. So, what did you want to talk about?”
In the end, they left rather more confused than they'd been upon their arrival, but had apparently made an old friend, having only just then met him – or zer or it – and were eventually assured that they did indeed meet again. They actually found themselves looking forward to this, albeit with more than a little concern.


They had talked for so long that dinner had turned into an extended brunch. Billie had nibbled the most delicious ginger muffin, then a simple gingered mushroom and scallion noodle soup. Knowing better, this soon became a theme nevertheless. The ginger curried chicken had been strong, but the “palate cleansing” slices of pickled ginger understandably more so. Ze'd thrown caution to the wind after that, piling on a light ginger tea, sliced pork with ginger-rhubarb compote, salad with a ginger dressing, caramelized peaches in ginger syrup, and at last a large ginger margarita.
Yeller had chosen to sleep in the flight deck, and they'd finally managed to free the bed of Paws, and so they could now relax at last.
“Mmm, did I mention that raʔûR will be visiting? You'll finally get to meet her!”
Avery nodded uncertainly, not uncomfortable with the thought, but unsure of where ze was heading with this. The Cat-girl was one of zer best friends, and he didn't wish to misstep with this.
“And I never have shown you my spinnerets, now have I...?” ze asked coyly, sipping a sweet ginger Armagnac as they slid beneath the sheets. The bed covers were semi-sapient, designed to snuggle close and actively provide psychological cover, warmth, cooling ripples of air, massages, and hugs; Avery still wasn't quite used to them, but this spinneret thing held his full attention now.
He quirked his brow.
“Oh, nothing, just a little surprise that I was calling up before all of this began – but if you're not interested...” ze wriggled zer hips suggestively, then shrugged.
The temperature and air currents were perfect, the gravitational center set to just inches above the sleeping nest, but still a ginger candle burned nearby, adding to the close of zer day. It would be days before the air cleared of it, and they'd both be sore and exhausted afterward, but it would be worth it, and right now ze had only one thing on zer mind anyway.
Their report would take some time to compose. Detailing it all would be straightforward enough, but supplying coherent interpretations of it all would likely prove itself a challenge.
For now, they simply settled for a good, long rest – first things first, though, of course; after all, one must keep one's eyes on the important things in life.


O ~~~ O


Footnotes:

1 Archailect: See Orion's Arm (URL below) for greater detail, ▐► https://www.orionsarm.com/eg-topic/492d76d2f173e

2 Demons and Witches: From the theme song of “Ghost Busters ”, the 1975 Filmation live action Scooby-wannabe (not its 1986 incarnation, nor the unrelated Columbia franchise). ▐► https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lBZCUiR7Iq8&list=PLIl2eWOVM20HMp85S3KZFgftJRgwStzIv

3 Epsilon null: Here, Cauchy is referring to the surreal divisions of infinitesimal epsilon, rather than the transfinites, or I'd have written “...meaningfully smaller...” rather than “...meaningfully larger...” – his point being that either is negligible, mathematically vanishing, but not identical.
TL;DR is essentially (and painfully inaccurate, mathematically) 1/∞; in this context, ε-sub-ε could then be likened to (1/∞)/∞, though this is where we would normally differentiate between the former denominator being aleph null and the latter combined form being more akin to aleph one or beth one (then again, normally ε^2 = 0, which would normally put paid to the whole issue were it not for surreals).
For a more in-depth coverage of epsilon (and ZFC to an extent) please see the Technical Appendix of the “Icewall ” .pdf at: ▐► https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1BG7P_sVezz8Dn5b8js_34yeAjSBhfN0v
See also “I am the Walrus ” footnote on aleph and beth numbers (essentially the transfinite complement of infinitesimal epsilons – the latter not to be confused with the poorly named transfinite epsilon) at ▐► https://archiveofourown.org/works/26951104
This footnote is a rather abbreviated and very limited explanation, but it would take up far too much space to explain it well (not to mention all of the mistakes that I'd no doubt make). Go to your favorite math site / encyclopedia, and/or search engine – or simply StackExchange, Wikipedia, Wolfram MathWorld, DavidDarlingInfo, Quora, etc. – and look into the terms {transfinite, infinitesimal, aleph number, beth number, nimber, surreal number, hyperreal number, and ZFC / Zermelo–Fraenkel set theory with AC (axiom of choice)}.

4 Ljósálf: Operating at a level at least that of the Avatars of “Charmed ” and Time Lords of “Dr. Who ”, Ljósálfar are demonstrably Powers (Appendix F “Powers and Principalities ” of WIP “I am Legion ” .pdf, Tier Two: Supers, Rank 5+: individually Kardashёv Type I-II, Classic Traveller TL 17-25) at a bare minimum. The nature of Cauchy's private universe (and Ljósálven idiosyncrasies) argues a good chance of his being a low-rank Principality (Tier Three, Rank 1-2), though probably(?) less powerful than Q, the Beyonder, or Dr. Manhattan (but presumably more powerful than Moorcock's Gods of Law and Chaos).
I am Legion ” .pdf available at ▐► https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1BG7P_sVezz8Dn5b8js_34yeAjSBhfN0v
NB: re. Principalities, cf. Qhalqhal of “Nothing's gonna change my world ” URL below (or Negent of the WIP “I am Legion ”): individually Kardashёv Type III-V, Classic Traveller TL >27 → 31+. ▐► https://archiveofourown.org/works/24380977
Ljósálven environs are perceived as whatever comforts the beholder, appropriate to circumstance. In a like manner, their physical appearance is that of whichever species is looking at them. >>> 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐑 >>> This is much like the Vorlons of Babylon 5, though without the limiting factor of how many are looking – it was only after thinking of this (and not much later, either) that I finally watched B5, but there's never anything new under the sun, it seems. <<< 𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐑 <<<

5 Language: In “The Space Orcs are coming, hooray, hooray! ”, we saw that all of Earth's languages are heard by intergalactics as a single language with tiny regional differences that might as well amount to no more than slight and irrelevant accents. Now we find that each species has its own language, but that they're presumably mostly or always the pulp sci-fi trope of a monoculture; one species, one language. We also see here that at least this Ljósálf (NB: yes, all of the rest of them, too) doesn't even have language at all, much less a language in particular. Curiouser and curiouser.

6 Beth Node: I'd explain this, but... spoilers. If you really insist, then you can find them (and Aleph Nodes) explained in a couple of references in the “Icewall ” .pdf and the Afterword of the “Seize the Deity ” .pdf. Once you tumble to their implications, make what you will of this Galactic world-pond.
Seize the Deity ” .pdf available at ▐► https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1BG7P_sVezz8Dn5b8js_34yeAjSBhfN0v

7 Co-dimension: There's an Easter Egg waiting there. Who might be interested, search out the term. Doctor the math. It won't take too much time, and it's “relatively ” funny.

8 Red Queen: Yes, the “Alice in Wonderland ” series. She's an example BBEG in this story's larger RPG/story meta-setting of Icewall.

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Cauchy” is the first chapter in the story arc “When in Rome,” which is in turn the third story in a series (“Tell me more about this Earth-thing”).
When in Rome” is an ongoing story arc, with three chapters so far. The first two chapters (“Cauchy” and “Don't throw the babe out with the bathwater”) are already uploaded to AO3 (if you can't wait for it on reddit). I plan to upload the third chapter (“A day at the beach”) to AO3 this coming Sunday.
I also plan to upload that second chapter to reddit here next week, though it and the third chapter feel more like Tenchi Muyo than a more general Space-Orcs-theme to me, so I'm unsure of whether you guys might want it here -- then again, the third chapter does show some of the Space Orc pack protection and its side effects.
I expected the third chapter to end this story arc, but a plot bunny attacked me last night, so there's a fourth one in development (“Is he good to you?”). Captain Stabby the Skutter attacks, and there's some relationship talk between Billie and one of the Catgirls (whom you'll meet in chapter 2), but that's all that I know so far (though I do want to introduce a hortaform pet rock).
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2020.11.09 23:25 MystRChaos [H] A Ton of Bundle Games (IndieGala, Humble, and Fanatical) [W] Nov. Humble Monthly Games (Not Darksiders III or Yakuza Kiwami)

I already own Darksiders III and Yakuza Kiwami 2, so I figured I'd just skip this month and trade for the other games on here. I haven't updated my list in a long time, so there may be one or two games that I don't have anymore, but I still own most of them. So far, the games I'm looking for are:
Imperator: Rome Deluxe Edition
Crying Suns
Darksburg
Little Misfortune
Smile for Me
Darkwood
Tsioque
Rover Mechanic Simulator
Youropa
Townsmen - A Kingdom Rebuilt

The ones that I have for trade are:

Humble Gift Link -

The Uncertain: Last Quiet Day

Knights of Pen and Paper 1+2 Collection

Road Redemption

This War of Mine

Throne of Lies The Online Game of Deceit

Torchlight

Torchlight II

The First Tree

One Deck Dungeon

Skybolt Zack

Golf With Your Friends - OST

Codex of Victory

Conglomerate 451

Deep Sky Derelicts

Gift of Parthax

Haimrik

Quantum Replica

Re-Legion

Shiny

Through the Woods

The Inner World

Pixel Heroes Byte & Magic

Safety First!

SEUM: Speedrunners from Hell

The Textorcist: The Story of Ray Bibbia + Soundtrack

Vambrace: Cold Soul Soundtrack

Vampyr

AER Memories of Old

Ken Follett's The Pillars of the Earth

State of Mind

Warhammer 40,000: Dawn of War II

Warhammer 40,000: Dawn of War III

Warhammer 40,000: Sanctus Reach

Warhammer: End Times - Vermintide

Batman - The Telltale Series

Batman: The Enemy Within - The Telltale Series

Oxenfree

The Walking Dead

The Walking Dead - 400 Days

The Walking Dead: Michonne - A Telltale Miniseries

The Walking Dead: Season Two

Astebreed Definitive Edition

LiEat

Mitsurugi Kamui Hikae

Momodora: Reverie Under The Moonlight

GET EVEN

Carcassonne - Tiles & Tactics

Mysterium: A Psychic Clue Game

Small World 2

Splendor

Twilight Struggle

Gabriel Knight: Sins of the Father

Black The Fall

Children of Zodiarcs

Deadbeat Heroes

Forgotton Anne

Goetia

Tokyo Dark

The Turing Test

Train Valley 2

A Good Snowman is Hard to Build

A Mortician's Tale

Alien Spidy

Broken Age

Brothers: A Tale of Two Sons

Brutal Legend

Darksiders II Deathinitive Edition

Darksiders Warmastered Edition

DUCATI - 90th Anniversary

Europa Universalis IV

Fahrenheit: Indigo Prophecy Remastered

GNOG

Hacknet

HIVESWAP: Act 1

Hollow Knight

LEGO Batman 3: Beyond Gotham

Lostwinds

Magicka

Music Maker EDM Edition

PAC-MAN CHAMPIONSHIP EDITION 2

Party Hard

Pikuniku

Psychonauts

Rebuild 3: Gangs of Deadsville

Sniper Elite 3

Speed Brawl

Stealth 2: A Game of Clones

Stick Fight: The Game

Super Hexagon

SUPERHOT

This is the Police

Tilt Brush

Tropico 4

Undertale

VVVVVV

World of Goo

Worms Revolution

Zombotron

Dead Rising 4

Devil May Cry 4: Special Edition

RESIDENT EVIL 2 - All In-game Rewards Unlock

STRIDER

Reigns

Reigns: Her Majesty

Equilinox

MagiCat

Samorost 3

1 Screen Platformer

A Glider's Journey

Adventure Boy Cheapskate DX

Animal Super Squad

Anomaly 2

Anomaly Defenders

Anomaly Korea

Anomaly: Warzone Earth

Anomaly Warzone Earth Mobile Campaign

Artemis: God-Queen of the Hunt

Balancelot

Bastion

Cathedral

Chivalry: Medieval Warfare

Clatter

Dead by Daylight - Of Flesh and Mud

Dead by Daylight - Spark of Madness

Deadlight: Director's Cut

Dino Run DX

Downtown Drift

Draw Your Game

Drink More Glurp Jingle Jam Challenge

Invisible Inc.

Kalaban

Kingdom: New Lands

Motorsport Manager

Must Dash Amigos

Nemo Dungeon

Neverwinter: Vestments of the Wind Pack

Ninja Senki DX

PAC-MAN CHAMPIONSHIP EDITION 2

Potatoman Seeks the Troof

Pumped BMX +

Rapture Rejects

Rebound Dodgeball Evolved

Red Horizon

Rogue Rocks

Scanner Sombre

Songs of Skydale

Stories: The Path of Destinies

Super Chicken Catchers

THE TEAR

YORG.io

Chasm

Fluffy Horde

Regular Human Basketball

Fairy Fencer F: Advent Dark Force Complete Deluxe Set

Megatagmension Blanc + Neptune VS Zombies (Neptunia)

Moero Chronicle

Neptunia Shooter

Superdimension Neptune VS Sega Hard Girls

Trillion: God of Destruction

Beckett

Everything

Rusty Lake Hotel

The Stanley Parable

Thomas Was Alone

Yume Nikki

YUMENIKKI -DREAM DIARY-

Game Character Hub PE: DS Generator Parts

Game Character Hub PE: Second Story

Game Character Hub: Portfolio Edition

RPG Maker MV

RPG Maker MV - GENE

RPG Maker MV - MADO

RPG Maker MV - SAKAN

RPG Maker VX

RPG Maker VX Ace

RPG Maker XP

Visual Novel Maker + Live 2D

Evergarden

Shenmue I & II

SYNTHETIK: Legion Rising

Bridge Constructor Portal

Portal Knights

SEUM: Speedrunners from Hell

Staxel

Tricky Towers

When Ski Lifts Go Wrong

Planet Alpha

Puss!

The Spiral Scouts

Cat Quest

HIVESWAP: Act 1

Immortal Planet

Pillars of Eternity

Tyranny - Standard Edition

Carrier Command: Gaea Mission

Pound of Ground

Take On Helicopters

Take on Mars

Ylands

Distance

God's Trigger

Guacamelee! 2

MOTHERGUNSHIP

DISTRAINT 2

Rusty Lake Paradise

Unexplored

The Adventure Pals

Almost There: The Platformer

Yoku's Island Express

60 Parsecs!

Love is Dead

Road Redemption

Clustertruck

Diaries of a Spaceport Janitor

Party Hard

Punch Club

SpeedRunners

Duskers

Paratopic

Pool Panic

Red Faction Guerilla Re-Mars-tered

Black The Fall

Octahedron

The Turing Test

I'm not a Monster

Wandersong

11-11 Memories Retold

Impact Winter

Little Nightmares

PAC-MAN™ Championship Edition DX+

Project CARS

Genital Jousting

Highway Blossoms

Just Deserts

Purrfect Date

Sunrider Academy

Sunrider: Liberation Day - Captain's Edition

Among the Sleep - Enhanced Edition

Tooth and Tail

Dandara

MINIT

Steel Rats

12 is Better Than 6

BLACKHOLE

Cook, Serve, Delicious! 2!!

Kingsway

kuso

Soft Body

Way of the Passive Fist

Slipstream

Dear Esther: Landmark Edition

GoNNER

Headlander

Ken Follett's The Pillars of the Earth

Shadow Tactics: Blades of the Shogun

Bleed 2

Rapture Rejects

Rock of Ages 2: Bigger and Boulder

Sniper Elite 3

Interplanetary: Enhanced Edition

Worms Clan Wars

Animal Super Squad

Anomaly 2

Anomaly Defenders

Anomaly: Warzone Earth

Blade & Bones

Board Battlefield

Clicker bAdventure

Cloudborn

Convoy

Cube Link

Deep Dungeons of Doom

Detective Case and Clown Bot in: Murder in the Hotel Lisbon

Don't Stand Out

Dungeon Escape

Fahrenheit: Indigo Prophecy Remastered

Flux8

Freaky Awesome

Guns of Icarus Alliance Collector's Edition

Hackyzack

The Haunting of Billy

Hello Pollution!

Hyperdrive Massacre

Indecision.

Kabounce

Lakeview Cabin Collection

Last Encounter

LOVE

Lucius Demake

Marvin's Mittens

Match Point

No Time To Explain Remastered

Race The Sun

R-COIL

Road Doom

Slime-san

Super Steampunk Pinball 2D

Sure Footing

Switchblade Starter Pack

Temple of Xiala

Throne of Lies The Online Game of Deceit

Tower 57

Tross

Unit 4

Wizorb

Zero G Arena

Colt Express

King and Assassins

Kentucky Route Zero

RWBY: Grimm Eclipse

War for the Overworld + Heart of Gold DLC

The Dwarves

Resident Evil Revelations

Gremlins, Inc.

Old Man's Journey

Pathfinder Adventures

Talisman: Digital Edition

Carcassonne - Tiles & Tactics

Talisman: Digital Edition

How to Survive 2

Darksiders II: Deathinitive Edition

12 is Better than 6

Bear With Me - Collector's Edition

Dungeon of the Endless

Jalopy

NBA Playgrounds

Action Henk

JYDGE

Keep Talking and Nobody Explodes

Kingdom: New Lands

Laser League

Holy Potatoes! We're In Space?!

Grand Theft Auto: Episodes from Liberty City

Grand Theft Auto III

Grand Theft Auto: Vice City

Filthy, Stinking, Orcs

Sanctum 2

Grey Goo

Sorcerer King: Rivals


Green Man Gaming -

CRUSADER KINGS II

WARHAMMER END TIMES VERMINTIDE

INJUSTICE GODS AMONG US ULTIMATE

THE FLAME IN THE FLOOD

FROZEN SYNAPSE PRIME

BEAT COP

SUPER CLOUDBUILT

THE LITTLE ACRE

INSURGENCY

FEAR 3

DEAD AGE

MAGICKA

SERIAL CLEANER

CASTLEVANIA LORDS OF SHADOW 2

FAHRENHEIT REMASTERED

OPERATION FLASHPOINT RED RIVER

ROCKET KNIGHT

LEGO BATMAN

BIOZONE

ADR1FT


Fanatical -

Autonauts

Guards

How to Take Off Your Mask

ENIGMA:

Garfield Kart

Stronghold Legends: Steam Edition

Styx: Master of Shadows

Among the Sleep - Enhanced Edition

EARTH'S DAWN

Do Not Feed the Monkeys

Rain World

Shadwen

Syndrome

The Technomancer

Chess Ultra

Arcana Heart 3 LOVE MAX!!!!!

DEAD OR SCHOOL

Shiness: The Lightning Kingdom

XBlaze Code: Embryo

XBlaze Lost: Memories

Duke Nukem Forever

GUILTY GEAR Xrd -REVELATOR-

Party Hard 2

The Walking Dead

This War of Mine

Blood: Fresh Supply

Syberia II

If My Heart Had Wings

LoveKami -Divinity Stage-

LoveKami -Useless Goddess-

The Surge

Dungeons 2

The First Templar - Steam Special Edition

Urban Empire

The Dark Eye: Demonicon

Chronicles of Magic: Divided Kingdoms

Endless Fables 3: Dark Moor

King's Heir: Rise to the Throne

Lost Grimoires 3: The Forgotten Well

My Brother Rabbit

Noir Chronicles: City of Crime

Path of Sin: Greed

Queen's Quest 4: Sacred Truce

Tharsis

Little Big Adventure 2

Return to Mysterious Island 2

Damned

Return to Mysterious Island

Odyssey - The Story of Science

Little Big Adventure - Enhanced Edition

Sanitarium

The Royal Marines Commando

STARBO

Raptor: Call of The Shadows - 2015 Edition

Guns of Icarus Online

Hamsterdam

Gates of Hell

Perfect Heist

Aces of the Luftwaffe

Operation Thunderstorm

Clouds & Sheep 2

Archamon

The Crown of Leaves

HERO DEFENSE

Tales From Candlekeep: Tomb of Annihilation

Last Dream: World Unknown

The Swindle

Robothorium: Cyberpunk Dungeon Crawler

Equilinox

Rogue Wizards

Codex of Victory

Haimrik

In Fear I Trust

In Fear I Trust - Episode 2

In Fear I Trust - Episode 3

In Fear I Trust - Episode 4

The Watchmaker

The Uncertain - The Last Quiet Day

World's Dawn

Extinction

Infinite Air with Mark McMorris

Super Inefficient Golf

Tales of Candlekeep: Tomb of Annihilation

Shadwen

Creeping Terror

Fantasy Wars

Ascension to the Throne

Savage Lands

Survivalist

Still Life

Holy Avatar vs. Maidens of the Dead

Syberia

Miasmata

Syberia II

Looterkings

Damned

Lost Civilization

QuestRun

Railroad Pioneer

SkyDrift

Thunder Wolves

Airline Tycoon Deluxe

Overclocked: A History of Violence

Dark Strokes: The Legend of the Snow Kingdom Collector's Edition

Eternal Journey: New Atlantis

Forest Legends: The Call of Love Collector's Edition

House of 1000 Doors: Evil Inside

House of 1000 Doors: Serpent Flame

Joan Jade and the Gates of Xibalba

Love Alchemy: A Heart in Winter

Magic Encyclopedia: Moon Light

Mind's Eye: Secrets of the Forgotten

The Fog: Trap for Moths

Analogue: A Hate Story

Detention

The Coma: Recut

The Coma: Recut - Soundtrack & Art Pack DLC

Revolution Ace

Californium

SkyDrift

Clinically Dead

Out There Somewhere

Fate Tectonics

Plazma Being

One Finger Death Punch

ESport Manager

Dungeons 2

Galaxy Squad

Oriental Empires

Stars in Shadow

TASTEE Lethal Tactics

The Lion's Song: Season Pass

Homeworld Remastered Collection

Shuyan Saga

Steel Vampire

Arcana Heart 3 LOVE MAX!!!!

Guilty Gear X2 #Reload

Lifeless Planet Premier Edition

Snake Pass

BEEP

DRAGON: A Game About a Dragon

Destiny Warriors RPG

Gun Rocket

Labyronia RPG

Labyronia RPG 2

LocoSoccer

Out There Somewhere

Storm of Spears RPG

Subterra

Sun Blast: Star Fighter

The Odyssey: Winds of Athena

Tiny Bridge: Ratventure

Crouching Pony Hidden Dragon

GAUGE

Isbarah

Poöf

Puddle

Replay - VHS is not dead

Wooden Sen'SeY

House of Caravan

Cultures Northland

Splatter Zombie Apocalypse

Squirbs

Learn Japanese to survive Hiragana Battle

Airscape The Fall of Gravity

Revolution Ace

Labyronia RPG

PARTICLE MACE

Cultures 8th Wonder of the World

GIBZ

STAR WARS Jedi Knight - Jedi Academy

STAR WARS Jedi Knight II - Jedi Outcast

Dex

Figment

Hive Jump

Jalopy

PewDiePie: Legend of the Brofist

THE KING OF FIGHTERS XIII STEAM EDITION

Blades of Time Limited Edition

Blood Knights

Demonicon

Drakensang

GemCraft - Chasing Shadows

Heroes of Annihilated Empires

Inquisitor

Knights and Merchants

Lichdom: Battlemage

Numen: Contest of Heroes

Rune Classic

Sudeki

Two Worlds II: Velvet Edition

Wizardry 6&7

Asteroid Bounty Hunter

Charlie's Adventure

Cube Runner

Duke of Alpha Centauri

Fly and Destroy

Hungry Flame

Neon Space

Neon Space 2

ShipLord

Slash It

Slash It 2

Spin Rush

Survive in Space

Upside Down

Distant Worlds: Universe

Heavy Burger

I am not a Monster

Learn Japanese to survive Hiragana Battle

SimplePlanes

Sword Legacy Omen

Moero Chronicle

Moero Chronicle - Deluxe Pack DLC

35MM

Deadlight

Distrust

Killing Room

March of the Living

Savage Lands

Tharsis

Valnir Rok Survival RPG

Dreamscapes: The Sandman - Premium Edition

Dreamscapes: Nightmare's Heir - Premium Edition

Sea Legends: Phantasmal Light Collector's Edition

Witch's Pranks: Frog's Fortune Collector's Edition

Kingdom of Aurelia: Mystery of the Poisoned Dagger

Taken Souls: Blood Ritual Collector's Edition

Silver Tale

A Plot Story

Hexus

Jane Angel: Templar Mystery

Dream Walker

Witch's Tales

Escape Doodland

Mad Dream: Coma

Earthworms

Clinically Dead

Mech Rage

Camper Jumper Simulator

ESport Manager

Darkest Hunters

The Sexy Brutale

Beholder

The Last Door - Collector's Edition

The Last Door: Season 2 - Collector's Edition

Cognition: An Erica Reed Thriller

System Shock: Enhanced Edition

System Shock 2

Metal Fatigue

Spirits of Xanadu

Shadow Man

I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream

Homeworld Remastered Collection

Tales from Candlekeep: Tomb of Annihilation

PAYDAY 2

Jalopy

Hover

Figment

Subterrain

STARWHAL

Scribblenauts Unmasked: A DC Comics Adventure

Joggernauts

The Long Reach

Mainlining

Coffin Dodgers

The Rivers of Alice - Extended Version

Zombie Kill of the Week - Reborn

The Walking Vegetables

Unbox: Newbie's Adventure

System Shock: Enhanced Edition

UNLOVED

Killing Room

Sir, You Are Being Hunted

Styx: Shards of Darkness

STAR WARS - Knights of the Old Republic

STAR WARS Knights of the Old Republic II - The Sith Lords

Shadowrun: Hong Kong - Extended Edition

SimCity™ 4 Deluxe Edition

STAR WARS™ - The Force Unleashed™ Ultimate Sith Edition

METAL SLUG X

Oxenfree

Galactic Civilizations II: Ultimate Edition

Sins of a Solar Empire: Trinity

Fallen Enchantress: Legendary Heroes

The Political Machine 2016

The Corporate Machine

Sorcerer King: Rivals

Demigod

Go! Go! Nippon! ~My First Trip to Japan~

March of the Living

Four Sided Fantasy

Dungeon Rushers

The Invisible Hours

Dead Secret

The Free Ones

HIVESWAP: Act 1

Castle of no Escape 2

Galactic Lords

W4RR-i/o-RS

Nogibator: Way Of Legs

WN - ShP

Fairy Lands: Rinka and the Fairy Gems

Drill Arena

Walhall

Er-Spectro

Risky Rescue

Frederic: Evil Strikes Back

16bit Trader

Midnight Mysteries

Midnight Mysteries 4: Haunted Houdini

Zombie Bowl-o-Rama

Little Farm

Silver Knight

ANKI

Lift It

3 Coins At School

Deep Eclipse: New Space Odyssey

Green Ranch

The lost joystick

UBERMOSH Vol. 5

Trip to Vinelands

TTV2

SWARMRIDER OMEGA

UBERMOSH

UBERMOSH:BLACK

UBERMOSH Vol.3

Iesabel

Daemonsgate

Chamber of the Sci-Mutant Priestess

Spiritual Warfare & Wisdom Tree Collection

Prophecy I - The Viking Child

Drakkhen

Hostage: Rescue Mission

King's Table - The Legend of Ragnarok

Eternam

Chaos Control

Bubble Ghost

Mystical

Alien Rampage

Frederic: Resurrection of Music

Teddy Floppy Ear - Mountain Adventure

Teddy Floppy Ear - Kayaking

Millie

Sparkle 2 Evo

Story of the Survivor

SharpShooter3D

Goodbye My King

Watch This!

Crazy Oafish Ultra Blocks: Big Sale

Crystal City

Bloody Boobs

AuroraRL

Dispatcher

Casino Noir

Detective Noir

Reptilians Must Die!

The Braves & Bows

Zzzz-Zzzz-Zzzz

The Dweller

Surfingers

Timberman

Sparkle 3 Genesis

Cat on a Diet

Zombillie

Asteroid Bounty Hunter

ShipLord

Neon Prism

Slash It

Slash It 2

Cube Runner

Upside Down

Spin Rush

Neon Space

Neon Space 2

Duke of Alpha Centauri

Hungry Flame

Survive in Space

Fly and Destroy

Charlie's Adventure

Luxor Evolved

Luxor: Amun Rising HD

LUXOR: Mah Jong

Luxor: Quest for the Afterlife

Samantha Swift and the Hidden Roses of Athena

Red Risk

Particula

Overcast - Walden and the Werewolf

OutDrive

Invasion

Cubium Dreams

Iron Impact

Stigmat

Marco Polo

Cybercube

Mr. Dubstep

Monstrum

Wick

Lethe - Episode One

35MM

I Shall Remain

Silence of the Sleep

Rebel Galaxy

Punch Club - Deluxe Edition

Grey Goo Definitive Edition

RiME

Gloom

SharpShooter3D

Goodbye My King

Crystal City

Art of Murder - Cards of Destiny

Art of Murder - Deadly Secrets

Art of Murder - FBI Confidential

Art of Murder - Hunt for the Puppeteer

Art of Murder - The Secret Files

Chronicles of Mystery - Secret of the Lost Kingdom

Chronicles of Mystery - The Legend of the Sacred Treasure

Chronicles of Mystery - The Tree of Life

Chronicles of Mystery: The Scorpio Ritual

Megadimension Neptunia VII

Megadimension Neptunia VII Digital Deluxe Set DLC

Galactic Lords

W4RR-i/o-RS

Nogibator: Way Of Legs

WN - ShP

Fairy Lands: Rinka and the Fairy Gems

Drill Arena

Walhall

Er-Spectro

Daemonsgate

Chamber of the Sci-Mutant Priestess

Spiritual Warfare & Wisdom Tree Collection

Prophecy I - The Viking Child

Drakkhen

Marco Polo

Hostage: Rescue Mission

King's Table - The Legend of Ragnarok

Eternam

Chaos Control

Bubble Ghost

Mystical

Alien Rampage

Ocean Classics Volume 1

200% Mixed Juice

War of the Human Tanks

Worms

Worms Reloaded: Game of the Year Edition

Worms Ultimate Mayhem - Deluxe Edition

Worms Crazy Golf

Worms Blast

Worms Pinball

The Mooseman

Sky Break

Tropico 5

Super Cloudbuilt

Tower 57

Dex

Epistory - Typing Chronicles

Deponia: The Complete Journey

Table Top Racing: World Tour

Riff Racer - Race Your Music!

GT Legends

GTR Evolution

Vangers

Insane 2

Zero Gear

Race.a.bit

Mashed

Race: The WTCC Game + Caterham Expansion

Little Racers STREET

BARRIER X

Super Toy Cars

Mini Motor Racing EVO

Drift Streets Japan

Instant Death

Spirits of Xanadu

Swipe Fruit Smash

Voxel Baller

Breezeblox

BalanCity

VRog

BoomTown! Deluxe

City Siege: Faction Island

Bomb The Monsters!

Crazy Belts

Rush for Glory

Naval Warfare

Insurgency

Blood Knights

Heroes of Annihilated Empires

Wizardry 6 & 7

Drakensang

Rune Classic

Gemcraft - Chasing Shadows

Knights and Merchants

Etherlords I & II

Sudeki

Numen: Contest of Heroes

Inquisitor

Commands & Colors: The Great War

Making History: The Calm and the Storm Gold Edition

Attrition: Tactical Fronts

Imperial Glory

Praetorians

Commandos: Behind Enemy Lines

Commandos: Beyond the Call of Duty

Commandos 2: Men of Courage

Commandos 3: Destination Berlin

Ominous Tales: The Forsaken Isle

Beyond the Invisible: Evening

Tearstone

Entwined: Strings of Deception

Vengeance: Lost Love

The Rosebud Condominium

Where Angels Cry: Tears of the Fallen (Collector's Edition)

Lightning: D-Day

Congo Merc

Hold the Line: The American Revolution

Battles of the Ancient World

Peninsular War Battles

1812: The Invasion of Canada

Russian Front

7 Wonders II

7 Wonders of the Ancient World

7 Wonders: Ancient Alien Makeover

7 Wonders: Magical Mystery Tour

7 Wonders: Treasures of Seven

Discovery! A Seek and Find Adventure

Gardens Inc. 2: The Road to Fame

Glowfish

Little Farm

Luxor 2 HD

Luxor 3

Luxor Evolved

Luxor HD

Luxor: 5th Passage

Luxor: Amun Rising HD

LUXOR: Mah Jong

Luxor: Quest for the Afterlife

Midnight Mysteries

Midnight Mysteries 3: Devil on the Mississippi

Midnight Mysteries 4: Haunted Houdini

Midnight Mysteries: Salem Witch Trials

Midnight Mysteries: Witches of Abraham - Collector's Edition

Pickers

Samantha Swift and the Hidden Roses of Athena

The Dweller

Iesabel

EM: Shader Attack

Invasion

Labyronia RPG

Labyronia RPG 2

Legend of Mysteria RPG

Chosen 2

Balloon Blowout

Bayla Bunny

Block Blowout

Chess Knight 2

Dessert Storm

Fantastic 4 In A Row 2

Fantastic Checkers 2

Ludo Supremo

Mahjong Deluxe 2: Astral Planes

Mahsung Deluxe

Mini Golf Mundo

Pepe Porcupine

Puppy Dog: Jigsaw Puzzles

Puzzles Under The Hill

Ultimate Word Search 2: Letter Boxed

Bubble Blowout

Train Valley

Broken Sword Trilogy

Daemonsgate

Chamber of the Sci-Mutant Priestess

Prophecy I - The Viking Child

Drakkhen

Marco Polo

Hostage: Rescue Mission

King's Table - The Legend of Ragnarok

Bubble Ghost

Mystical

Ocean Classics Volume 1

Pandora: First Contact

35MM

Grand Ages: Rome GOLD

GT Legends

Nether: Resurrected

CAT Interstellar

Circut Breakers

Memoranda

Sins of the Demon RPG

Gladiator Trainer

Dragon Sinker

Neon Chrome

Skullgirls

Mad Games Tycoon

Replica

Patrician IV - Steam Special Edition

Patrician IV: Rise of a Dynasty

Patrician III

The Swindle

Zenith

Hive Jump

ICY: Frostbite Edition

Commandos Collection

Revhead

Car Mechanic Simulator 2015

Demolish & Build 2017

Robot Squad Simulator 2017

Skullgirls & DLC

The Mims Beginning

Dreamstones

Cally's Caves 4

Tank Battle: East Front

Tank Battle: Pacific

Tank Battle: Normandy

Tank Battle: North Africa

Tank Battle: 1944

Tank Battle: Blitzkrieg

Tank Battle: 1945

Civil War: 1861

Civil War: Bull Run 1861

Civil War: 1862

Civil War: 1865

Civil War: Gettysburg

Civil War: 1864

SK8

King of the Eggs

Bouncy Bob

Hotel Dracula

Warfront Defenders: Westerplatte

Pony Island

Who's Your Daddy

SWARMRIDER OMEGA

SWARMRIDER OMEGA OST DLC

SWARMRIDERS: Original Soundtrack DLC

DinoSystem

Super Sports Surgery

Middle-earth: Shadow of Mordor Game of the Year Edition

Startide

Timberman

Kathy Rain

Table Top Racing: World Tour

Z

Dark Years

Exowar

Total Extreme Wrestling

World of Mixed Martial Arts 3

IGT Slots Paradise Garden

Anti-Opoly

Wrestling Spirit 3

Draft Day Sports College Basketball 3

Draft Day Sports Pro Basketball 4

Defend Your Life

Hyperdrive Massacre

The lost joystick

Orbital Racer

RUNRUNRUN

Murder...

UBERMOSH:BLACK

Trip to Vinelands

SWARMRIDER OMEGA

Bad Dream: Coma

Mad Games Tycoon

Perfect Universe

Daddy's Gone A-Hunting

Deep Dungeons of Doom

Worms

PolyRace

The Way


Indiegala -

Persian Nights: Sands of Wonders

The Secret Order 6: Bloodline

Demon Hunter 4: Riddles of Light

Lost Grimoires 2: Shard of Mystery

Animal Lover

Magi Trials Deluxe Edition

Highschool Possession

Topless Hentai Mosaic

Hentai Hexa Mosaic

Borderus

The Myth Seekers: The Legacy of Vulcan

Eventide 2: The Sorcerers Mirror

Nightmares from the Deep 3: Davy Jones

Beach Bounce

Beach Bounce - Soundtrack

Beauty Bounce

Bunny Bounce

Club Life

Club Life - Soundtrack

Divine Slice of Life

Divine Slice of Life - Soundtrack

Echo Tokyo - Wallpapers

Echo Tokyo: Graphic Novel

Echo Tokyo: Intro

Highschool Possession

Highschool Romance

Magi Trials Deluxe Edition

Summer Fling

Summer Fling OST

Sword of Asumi Deluxe Edition

Knock-knock

Systematic Immunity

OddPlanet

The Quest for Achievements Remix

Moot District

Ceville

Mutiny!

Magic Trials Deluxe Edition

Hentai Zodiac Puzzle

PUZZLETIME: Lovely Girls

Girls of Hentai Mosaic

Girls of Hentai Mosaic - HQ Artbook & Wallpapers

Hentai Hexa mosaic

Hentai Hexa Mosaic - Soundtrack

Lady's Hentai Mosaic

Lady's Hentai Mosaic - OST

Lady's Hentai Mosaic - PNG Artbook

Pixel Hentai Mosaic

Pixel Hentai Mosaic - OST

Topless Hentai Mosaic

Topless Hentai Mosaic - OST

Topless Hentai Mosaic - PNG Artbook

Echo Tokyo: An Intro

Echo Tokyo - Wallpapers

Echo Tokyo: Graphic Novel

Last Anime boy: Saving loli

Witch College

Pleasure Airlines

Senpai Teaches Me Japanese: Part 1

Chibi Volleyball

My personal Angel

Riddled Corpses

Nandeyanen!?

AstroViking

?????2 / Seven boys 2

TimeTekker

Girls of Hentai Mosaic

Topless Hentai Mosaic

Hentai Hexa mosaic

Lady's Hentai Mosaic

Pixel Hentai Mosaic

Book Series - Alice in Wonderland

On Earth As It Is In Heaven - A Kinetic Novel

BAD END

Frank & the TimeTwister Machine

Linelight

Hook

Franchise Wars

Rush Bros

Grim Legends: The Forsaken Bride

Abyss: The Wraiths of Eden

Without Within 2

Cursed Sight

Beauty Bounce

Highschool Romance

Beach Bounce

Club Life

Echo Tokyo: Intro

Echo Tokyo: Graphic Novel

This Strange Realm Of Mine

Bot Vice

Eliosi's Hunt

Aspect

Grim Legends 2: Song of the Dark Swan

Crime Secrets: Crimson Lily

Grim Legends 3: The Dark City

Particle Mace

Secret of Magia

Sins of the Demon RPG

Splatter - Zombie Apocalypse

Airscape - The Fall of Gravity

Fate Tectonics

Battle Ranch: Pigs vs Plants

Earth Overclocked

Greyfox RPG

Wish -tale of the sixteenth night of lunar month-

Cursed Sight

A Winter's Daydream

Empty Horizons

Poker Pretty Girls Battle: Texas Hold'em

Pretty Girls Mahjong Solitaire

Pretty Girls Panic!

Mahjong Pretty Girls Battle

Boneless Zombie

Delicious! Pretty Girls Mahjong Solitaire

Koi-Koi Japan [Hanafuda playing cards]

Mahjong Pretty Girls Battle: Schools Girls Edition

Wild Romance

Pretty Girls Panic! (Chinese version only)

Pretty Girls Mahjong Solitaire (Chinese version only)

Slash or Die

Slash or Die 2

RepairBot

Stellar Interface

Trench Run

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2020.11.09 04:27 Communist-panda123 List of fauna on pollland

This is a very long read and you are in no way required to read it all. If you have a short attention span like me you should probably leave
Together with aditya (and users like u/Mia_b-p suggestions) I’ve compiled a list of potential fauna for pollland. I won’t be including small animals such as slugs and bugs. We’re definitely no experts on biology which means some of this may be inaccurate, so if anyone sees anything unrealistic let me know and I will fix it.
————————Dracalta——————————
Class: reptilia
Diet: carnivore
Created by me and u/adityagiri3600
The Dracalta, a lizard the size of a dog, is a terrifying creature that lives inside trees. This lizard will hide within the trees and jump out at its prey. When it locates a potential victim, it will jump out and grab on with its claws. It will then claw and bite its way through the flesh of the creature, until it dies. If others are nearby, it will let out a horrendous screech to alert them. The Dracalta’s main prey is Colvine, Pegaceler, Megathere, sometimes occulion, and the occasional human. It’s strategy is only occasionally successful, as it usually is shaken off. The Dracalta can survive being thrown at speeds of 50 miles per hour as well as run very far very fast. That means that they survive most encounters. Because of that, they’ve become apex predators.
———————-Megalania——————————
Class: reptilia
Diet: carnivore
Suggested by u/cautious-paper
The megalania is a big lizard about 11-17 feet long. It typically sleeps in the ocean or in lakes. It is an apex predator which hunts Colvine, Pegaceler, Occulion, bananales makashas, Megathere, and sometimes even their own species. The megalania sleep in rivers, lakes and the ocean. Long ago, the Megalania primarily existed in the south. Then humans came along and hunted them almost to extinction. The megalania were forced to flee to the north, where they had to adapt to a more terrestrial lifestyle. They have an incredibly strong jaw, and are even venomous. They have evolved to be able to climb mountains and cliffs such as the ashka drop. Every once in a while it will climb onto land and begin to hunt for food. The Megalania is stealthy enough to sneak up to its prey, and can jump high enough to be able to take the prey by surprise. It has an incredible bite strength, and even if it loses its enemy may die from the megalania’s venom anyway. Because of this they have become apex predators. The megalania has become endangered due to trophy hunting.
————————Colvine——————————
Class: Mammalia
Diet: herbivore
Created by me and u/adityagiri3600
The Colvine is typically a peaceful animal that roams around the forest, about the size of a regular cow. It is a common hunting animal. It eats mostly leaves from trees but also sometimes fruit. It is commonly hunted by Dracalta and megalania. It has an odd feature that makes it stand out: it’s long neck. It has a neck which is 3-5 feet long which it uses to graze on the tall trees. It has a thick layer of chitin-like skin around it’s neck protecting the throat from being clawed at. If the Colvine is truly desperate for food, it may loosen up the skin, allowing its neck to grow up to 3 times its original length, but putting it at risk for predators such as the Dracalta to claw at. It also has antennae that allows it to sense movement easier, alerting it of predators. The Colvine is no easy animal to fight. It will ram its opponents over with an incredible strength, and can run faster than a human. If a predator is on top of it, it can shake vigorously in order to get rid of it. These animals are sometimes domesticated for meat, and a common but dangerous sport is to get on one and see how long it takes to knock you off.
————————Megathere—————————
Class: mammalia
Diet: herbivore
Suggested by u/cautious-paper
The megathere is a hairless sloth that is slightly bigger than a lion. These animals typically eat the leaves from trees, fruits, and grass. They are hunted by Dracalta and Megalania. They are fierce and can defend themselves easily. They typically stand on 4 legs but can stand on 2 when attacking. They deliver incredible force, and run fast, allowing them to win almost every battle they fight. No human should ever mess with these, unless they have a death wish. These creatures are now endangered due to hunting.
———————-Banana bird—————————
Class: aves
Diet: omnivore
Suggested by u/Mia_b-p
The banana bird is a pink bird that can fit in someone’s pocket. They generally nest themselves in bananas after hollowing out the inside. They mostly eat banana slugs, but also insects, rodents and of course bananas. They have rock hard beaks that can peck concrete. It is a ferocious defender of its territory, as its pecks hurt a lot. It’s believed that they didn’t always have such strong beaks, and they are a recent development. In the past, banana birds had eaten almost all of the bananas in Pollland to extinction. The bananas adapted, forming thick spiky outer shells, becoming pollland’s famous pine bananas. The banana bird most likely developed its beak to be able to open these pine bananas. The banana bird can actually be tamed and trained to do various things such as destroy stone or hide inside bananas. Because of this, they can be considered a potential biological weapon to be shipped to enemy countries and peck at all the buildings as well as become an invasive species
————————Pegaceler—————————
Class: mammalia
Diet: herbivore
Created by me and u/adityagiri3600
The Pegaceler is a deer which lives in the mountains and near the cliffs of the north. They run very fast and can easily outrun predators. They are commonly hunted. The pegaceler eats grass and fruit. They have one strategy for escaping predators, their wings. No, even with its brittle bone design it cannot actually fly because it’s too heavy. However, when they approach high areas they can jump off and flap their wings, using them as a parachute of sorts to slow down their falling. A Pegaceler’s wings range from 5 to even 40 feet wide, with an average of about 20. Pegacelers find higher wing span attractive, and a Pegaceler with wings too short to fly with is unlikely to reproduce. The Pegaceler is mainly hunted by the Dracalta. Humans have tried in the past to domesticate Pegaceler, but if a human tried to ride one all the Pegaceler’s bones would break.
———————-Straw-vacancy————————
Class: reptilia
Diet: omnivore
Suggested by u/Letmf2
The straw-vacancy is a very dangerous very powerful red reptile. It is poisonous, with enough venom to kill a fully grown man 5 times over. There is a cure, but the poison reacts extremely quickly. The straw-vacancy is a bright shade of red, the color of a strawberry. When fully grown, they will wrap themselves around a strawberry and eat it. They will then disguise themselves as a strawberry. If an animal tried to eat the straw-vacancy, they would die, and it would eat them from the inside out. It would then find another strawberry to replace. Some animals have developed ways to combat this. The Occulion is immune to the poison. The Colvine brushes strawberry with its antennae to feel if the strawberry is fake. Some just avoid strawberries. Humans, however, are not immune. Because of these, each strawberry must be closely inspected before being picked, making farming them on a large scale extremely difficult. Polllish strawberries are, however, much stronger in flavor than regular strawberries. Because of this, the strawberry is a rare, expensive luxury on pollland.
————————Makasha——————————
Class: ??? (Believed to be similar to Malacostraca)
Diet: herbivore
A combination of suggestions from u/RockKing_Ryan and u/Moostcho
The Makasha is a strange creature, unlike anything seen on earth, but related somewhat to crustaceans. It has 4 legs that it walks around on, a mouth on the bottom of its body that it uses to eat grass and drink water, and a pine banana growing on its back. The pine banana is a different species, and one of the things that makes Makashas unique is having this banana type growing on them. The two have formed a happy marriage in biology. Pine bananas are like regular bananas, but with a thick layer of spikes, unique to Pollland. They provide the Makasha a layer of protection, keeping it from being eaten, and it helps the pine bananas by always moving into the areas with the most light and water, allowing it to grow. Makashas don’t have genders and instead will occasionally produce spores which they lay on the ground. Other Makashas will consume these spores, and become pregnant. They will eventually give birth to the child, and leave behind their pine banana as an early source of food, seeds, and protection, only taking with them a single seed. Up to 10 Makashas are born at a time, most of which don’t make it to adulthood. They will eat the pine banana as an early food source and hide underneath the pines for protection. They will also take with them one seed, which will plant itself on the back of the Makasha, and grow at the same speed as the Makasha. They will spend their childhood hiding in various plants, until they and their pine bananas grow up. Makashas are known to eat their own pine bananas when very desperate for food. Most animals don’t hunt Makashas, as getting through the thick spikes is too much of a hassle. A Makasha is most vulnerable when it’s pine banana is gone, but they typically regrow in about a week.
—————————Luna——————————-
Class: mammalia
Diet: carnivore
Suggested by u/toxic_button
The Luna is a small forest cat about the size of a grapefruit. It hunts insects, rodents, fish and birds. It is a nocturnal creature found in the forests with bright yellow eyes. It has beige fur with golden eyes. During the night the eyes will emit light, allowing them to see better. The eyes typically light up the area 3 meters in front of it, and can be turned on and off at will by the Luna. It typically hunts birds, fish, bugs and rodents. Usually it will hunt in packs of 3-5 Lunas. They can be kept as pets. They are hunted for their glowing eyes. Scientists are still studying how these eyes work, and still haven’t figured it out.
————————Occulion——————————
Class mammalia
Diet: omnivore
Created by me and u/adityagiri3600
The occulion is an animal with the body of a cheeta and the face of an orangutan. It is roughly the size of a dog, and eats mainly fruits, bugs, and rodents. It is hunted by the Megalania and sometimes the Dracalta. Its diet doesn’t give it much nutrition, and so it must eat constantly as well as maintain a low metabolism. It can run very fast if it chooses, but can only do so for a few seconds before getting tired. To hide from animals, it camouflages itself to match its surroundings by dumping chemicals of that color into their blood, and their fur will slowly change to that color. If the season is spring, it will have green fur. In the fall, it will have red and orange fur. It goes hibernating in the winter during which time it produces no chemicals, making its fur white.
———————-Flower birds————————-
Class: aves
Diet: carnivore
Suggested by u/Letmf2
The flower bird is a small bird that travels in flocks. They are about 7cm (3 inches) tall. They typically stay in one tree, not moving around much. During the night they will fly off and hunt for food, using their night vision. The flower bird can change its feathers to be the color of the tree it sits in, or the flowers that surround it (hence its name). Often you may find dozens or even hundreds of these birds in a tree, but sometimes a bird will travel alone. The bird will typically try to mimic the sound of the wind with its melody. These birds can be kept as pets, but in order to remain happy a tree must be provided for them.
———————-Bananaster—————————
Class: Mammalia
Diet: omnivore
Suggested by u/RockKing_Ryan
The Bananaster is a tiny monkey, roughy the size of a person’s palm. The live in trees, shrubs, and pine bananas on the back of Makashas. They eat bugs and fruits, primarily bananas. Sometimes they are hunted by Dracalta, though usually with very little luck. Their small size allows them to easily escape and hide from predators. Their small fingers also let them peel away at the spikes on pine bananas, and eat the bananas stored inside. They also have claws that they can use to defend themselves when necessary. They live in groups of up to 20, and can severely damage predators by all jumping on at once and clawing at the skin. They are adorable little creatures, and some polllanders even keep them as pets, but they are known for their strong bites and claws.
————————Mud frog——————————
Class: amphibia
Diet: carnivore
Suggested by u/Letmf2
The mud frog is a tiny creature, .5 to 1 cm big, or about as big as your pinky. They live in swamps and mud pits near rivers and lakes. These creatures eat insects. When heavy flooding occurs, they may nest in someone’s house, but other than that they are basically harmless. They are hunted by rodents, Occulion, insects and birds, and they reproduce very easily. These animals are sometimes fried and eaten. Their bones are small enough that they can be swallowed as well. They are also small enough that fishermen typically use them as bait
————————Catalizard—————————
Class: reptilia
Diet: carnivore
Suggested by u/Cautious-paper
The catalizard is a strange lizard that lives inside of caves. This creature lives inside of caves and eats whatever insects it can find, sometimes venturing outside the cave to do so. They are a deep shade of black to match their surroundings. They don’t move around much unless it’s mating season. The catalizard grows “beads” on their tails which they use to impress members of the opposite sex. The more beads a lizard can grow, the more attractive it is. They typically grow up to 3 inches. Right before mating season, when females have already chosen the males they wish to date, they drop their beads on the ground, leaving them on the ground for any willing animal to eat. Not many animals hunt them, making them an apex predator, but they are known to eat their own species at times
———————-Confosca——————————
Class: pisces
Diet: carnivore
Created by me and u/adityagiri3600
The Confosca is a long shark-like fish which swims along the top of the ocean. Its eyes and gills are on the bottom side. The Confosca hunts large fish such as the Bananale. The Confosca has a long body shaped like a shark, with large, long sharp fins. The fins extend up to 6 feet from its body and have pointy edges. It hunts large fish. while hunting it wraps its fins around its prey, burying the sharp edges into its enemy’s body, killing it slowly. It then drags the dead prey down to the bottom of the ocean to eat. The Confosca retreats to the ocean’s bottom in order to rest each night. The Confosca’s fins have extremely small hairs on them that allow them to detect nearby predators or prey miles away (similar to sharks), allowing them to prepare themselves for battle. Often times when prey is escaping the grip of the Confosca, the confosca’s fin will be ripped off. It can easily regenerate body parts.
————————Bananale——————————
Class: pisces
Diet: carnivore
Suggested by u/RockKing_Ryan
The bananale is a large fish with a big mouth and big fins. It is a distant relative to the Confosca. It has a yellow body, which is how it gets it’s name. It is hunted frequently by the Confosca. It typically feeds off of smaller fish. Unlike most fish, it has a lung system rather than gills, which make breathing for it much more efficient. Because of this, it can survive on land for hours at end when beached, and can simply flip back to the ocean. It will eat anything it comes into contact with, including the occasional banana bird and bananaster. It is frequently hunted by fishermen.
Shoutout to the 3 people who made it this far (unless you just skipped to the bottom)
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2020.11.07 21:48 Quirky-Motor EXTENSIVE write up and timeline of the 1951 case of the missing child Beverly Rose Potts from Cleveland, Ohio. How can a child disappear in a distance of only 300 feet? Part 1 of 2

The disappearance of Beverly Potts
Description
Background
Beverly Rose Potts was born to Robert and Elizabeth Potts in 1941 in Cleveland, Ohio. Robert worked as a stage hand at a theater and Elizabeth was a dancer and singer. Robert was an American while his wife, Elizabeth was an immigrant from Hungary. In the early 1900s Cleveland boasted the largest Hungarian population in the world outside of Budapest and many families such as the Potts, were of Eastern European descent. Poles, Lithuanians, and Hungarians made up a large percentage of Cleveland’s population. In 1924, Robert and Elizabeth met at work and married at age 24. After nearly five years of marriage, the couple gave birth to their daughter, Anita, in 1929 and bought a home on Linnet Avenue near Halloran park on Cleveland’s west side. Throughout the 1930s, many family members moved in and out of the Potts’ home as everyone tried to stay afloat until better days (Badal, 2005).
In 1941 when Anita was twelve years old, the Elizabeth and Robert, now aged 41, found out that they were going to be parents yet again. But rather than fret, the Potts welcomed this new addition to the family and rather than referring to Beverly as a surprise, a mistake, unplanned or an “oops baby” Elizabeth always corrected others and said that Beverly “wasn’t an oops baby, she was a miracle child” (Badal, 2005).
By 1951 the miracle baby Beverly was 10 years old and was due to start 5th grade in September. At this point the house of Linnet Avenue was home to only five people, the parents, one cousin of Elizabeth’s named Betty Morbito, Beverly, and Anita who had recently graduated college and moved back home only weeks before. Anita was working at a cash register company, Elizabeth was staying home, and Robert was still working at the theater.
According to papers at the time, that weekend was nothing out of the ordinary. The Potts family had an outing planned for August 25th. They were going to have a picnic at Euclid beach park. Beverly was excited for the outing and had declined a party invitation because of the plans with her family. Although the papers widely reported this family outing, Anita does not remember this being the plan and thinks the reports in the papers were simply a mix-up or a mistake (Badal, 1951). Whether or not this outing was planned, reports all agree that Beverly had no reason to run away from home on August 24th 1951.
The Disappearance
On Friday, August 24th Beverly and her best friend, next door neighbor Patricia “Patsy” Swing, planned on going to Halloran Park to attend a Showagon. A Showagon is an old-fashioned type of festival which was usually put on by parks departments in large cities. Showagon is similar to a talent show. Local kids and teens could audition to do a piece for the Showagon and the winners would go to a different park in the city each weekend and put on a show for local residents. The acts were things like singing, dancing, and or playing an instrument. As far as I can tell, there are no rides or vendors, just local talent entertaining their neighbors.
Halloran park near Beverly’s home was well established and old trees graced the area. However, this vegetation made the park pitch black at night and lampposts were unable to pierce the darkness completely. During the daytime Halloran park served an approximately 100,000 youngsters but at night it attracted transients to its benches. Empty wine bottles and smoked cigarettes could be found strewn about the grounds nearly every morning. Additionally, at least two “sex attacks” had happened in the park in the months leading up the Showagon, as well as a few instances of things like groping which had been reported to the police.
Before we go on, I think it is important to get a better picture of Beverly. Beverly was thought to be a rather quiet, shy, and obedient girl according to both teachers and family members. Neighbors trusted Beverly to babysit their little children, and one woman reported that Beverly even walked her daughter to Kindergarten every day. These parents described Beverly as responsible and cautious. Her parents said she was shy around new people, especially boys and men. Elizabeth said she had told Beverly extensively about the dangers of unknown men and cautioned her about getting into cars with others. She reminded her daughter to be careful if she noticed someone was following her. On at least one occasion Beverly had fled from someone she thought was following her in the neighborhood and returned home promptly. Her friends at school said she had one crush on a boy in the grade but she was too shy and nervous to ever talk to him.
All this to say, Beverly seemed to be aware of “stranger-danger” and was at least taught to be aware of her surroundings. According to Anita, the Potts never hit their children and instead grounded them for misbehavior. Only a few days before her disappearance, Beverly had missed her curfew several days in a row and was subsequently grounded. Elizabeth revealed this was a common issue for Beverly. For example, if Elizabeth reminded her to come home at 3 pm because they had company, Beverly would stay out much later, 5 or 6 pm and say she had lost track of time. It did does not appear that Beverly would stay away from home at night or that Potts would allow her to stay out late. Typically, they expected Beverly home before dark. Besides this, the Potts reported that Beverly had no behavior problems and had never run away from home.
On August 24th, Beverly who was grounded, asked to attend the Showagon at Halloran park, a mere 1/8th mile from her home. Elizabeth allowed her to go as she knew it was a special event that only happened once a year. The edge of the park was close to Potts’ home but at 13 acres, the area spanned three city blocks and it appears that the actual show was farther away from Linnet avenue than is generally assumed, about ¼ to 1/2 of a mile. In order to get back home from the Showagon, Beverly would have had to have traveled northeast through the park, crossed West 117th street and then walked down Linnet Avenue.
A little before 7 pm Beverly and her mother finished washing dishes and the adults sat down to watch a Major League baseball game on TV. Beverly went next door to get her friend Patsy and the girls rode their bikes to Halloran park a little after 7 pm. By 7:30 pm the park was so crowded that the girls decided that navigating their bikes through the crowd was too difficult, so they rode their bikes home and opted to walk back to the festival. Later reports estimate that approximately 1,500 people were in the park that evening.
By 8:10 pm the friends were back at the park and watching the show. When darkness began to creep over the horizon, Patsy who was supposed to be home by dark, asked Beverly to leave. The girls got into a small tiff and Beverly insisted that she was allowed to stay until the end of the show. At approximately 8:40 pm Patsy left the show and later said Beverly was mesmerized watching some dancers on stage when she last saw her. (This story would later change some but her initial story was simply Beverly was watching dancers on stage.) Patsy arrived home at little before 9 pm.
At around 9:30 pm to 9:45 pm the show had ended and people were leaving the Showagon in mass. The Potts assumed Beverly would be home soon. When she did not arrive within a few minutes, Anita called the Swings who reported that Patsy had been home more than 30 minutes. Robert fetched the neighbors and began looking all over the park for Beverly. When they arrived Halloran park was nearly empty. After an hour of futile searching, the Potts called the Cleveland police department at least three times. The police finally arrived later at around midnight. Their first order of business was to search the Potts home from top to bottom, which they did twice before searching the neighborhood and the park, but there was no sign of Beverly (Missing in Ohio, 2019).
The next few days tips poured into the police department and newspapers as witnesses reported sightings of Beverly and recollections about the night in question. A few of the more promising leads and sightings are detailed below.
Sightings
The two most talked about sightings online are the witness reports of Patsy Swing and another boy named Fred Krause. Initially, Patsy reported that Beverly was watching the dancers on stage when she left, however, in the subsequent months and years Patsy was interviewed and reinterviewed by law enforcement. In these sessions she often felt pressure to remember new things from the evening, so it is important to take Patsy’s thoughts with a grain of salt. Most online sources about the case report that when Patsy left the show, she turned back to see Beverly, who was standing near a short plump woman who was resting a hand on Beverly’s shoulder. In one account this short woman was holding the hand of a small child. The woman may have had a child performing in the Showagon. This is widely reported but this is not the story Patsy initially divulged. This is an odd memory for two reasons. First, Patsy did not remember this for some time and did not report it in her first few interviews. Additionally, Patsy said she and Beverly were straining to see over the other guests, so their placement in the crowd is an odd place for a short woman to choose unless of course her intentions were bad. Because of these reasons this memory has to be taken with a grain of salt (Badal, 2005).
The next credible sighting of Beverly took place at approximately 9:30-9:45 pm by a boy named Fred Krause. Krause was a 13-year-old boy who lived on Linnet avenue and was slightly acquainted with Beverly. He explained in interviews that he did not know Beverly’s name but he recognized her as neighbor because he delivered newspapers and he vaguely remembered that one girl on the street and at his school who “walked like a duck.” He spent the evening riding his bike through the park while his father watched the Showagon. His mother watched from the porch of their home and saw her son several times throughout the evening. At approximately 9:40 or 9:45, there was an announcement that the show was over and attendees began filing out of the park. Without the lights of the stage on, it was miserably dark. As Fred began peddling out of the area, he almost collided with a young girl who was walking northeast out of the park near the intersection of West 117th and Linnet Avenue. This girl was about 150 feet from the cross walk. Fred said this girl was walking “like a duck” and it was so dark he almost hit her when he drove by. He explained that the girl was not walking on the path like most of the guests and was instead a few feet away from the walkway on the grass. He had to toot his horn or bell as he passed her. More than a week later Fred mentioned this to his mother who insisted that he go to the police. In this witness sighting, Beverly was among a throng of people exiting the park and although it was dark, she was not alone or in an isolated area. This sighting is regarded by many to be the last confirmed sighting of Beverly Potts (Badal, 2005).
Showagon attendees were encouraged to call the CPD to report if they saw Beverly that night in order to give statements and eventually twenty-five people came forward to say their piece. One witness, Mr. Vorell was at the Showagon with his children when he observed at dark colored coup with a man in his 50s inside who was cruising the area and watching young kids, mostly girls from his car (Badal, 2005).
Several witnesses reported seeing two young men aged 17-20 watching very young girls in the park at about 7-8 pm. The men were on foot. One man had thick, dark, wavy hair and the other was a blonde. Three additional Showagon guests reported seeing a girl matching Beverly’s description talking to two men matching this description while they were in a car, a dark green or black 1937 or ’38 dodge coup. These sightings were in between 9:15- 9:30 pm. No one saw Beverly enter the car, she was simply seen talking to the men. One person placed this event at 8:30 pm although most witnesses remembered it being between 9:15-9:30 pm (Badal, 2005).
One crowd member reportedly saw Beverly playing near the back door of a convertible car as late as 10 pm, but other guests reported that by 10, the park was completely deserted. Several people had to walk to the park around 10 pm to fetch their children who had not returned home from the show but none of them reported seeing anything suspicious and all reported that the park was steeped in darkness and empty when they arrived there at 10. Due to these sightings it is widely assumed that Beverly met with foul either right after the Krause’s sighting or while she was already on Linnet avenue mere yards from her home. Others have speculated that Beverly entered the car of someone she knew or trusted on either 117th St. or on Linnet Ave. Law enforcement believes that this is the most probable scenario as no one reported hearing screams or a struggle (Badal, 2005).
Other witnesses came forward with different stories. Cab driver Robert Karmecy divulged that he picked up two customers at the edge of Halloran park that night at about 9 pm. One customer was a Polish looking man 25-30 years old. His companion was a girl who looked to be around eleven. Karmecy dropped the pair off at the bus station and went on his way. He reported the story to the police soon afterwards (Badal, 2005).
Cleveland police also interviewed Beverly’s classmates when school returned to session. The children interviewed gave a variety of stories, most involved seeing Beverly talking to people at the Showagon or getting into strange cars. Although a few classmates had small tidbits of information, such as seeing Beverly and Patsy and waving to them, no important information was gathered and most of the sightings reported by Beverly’s school mates were determined to be false. Nearly all the interviewed children recanted their stories within a few days and the school yard dragnet was exposed as a bust (Badal, 2005).
Investigation and leads
Robert and Elizabeth were devasted by the disappearance of their daughter. Press and curious onlookers swarmed the yard of the Linnet Avenue home for weeks. Elizabeth cried constantly and could not eat or sleep. Robert, who typically worked the night shift, was eyed suspiciously as neighbors reported that they didn’t really know him. Rumors swirled that he was an alcoholic, abusive, or even simply mysterious. Some papers published that Robert had multiple DUIs and speculated that maybe he did something to his daughter. However, police reports showed that Robert had no DUIs. His only run in with law enforcement was a ticket he received for doing an illegal left turn years earlier. Eventually, all four adults in the home were cleared by police in Beverly’s disappearance; they all had alibis. Patsy Swing’s parents were also cleared, as the two were watching the baseball game with neighbors.
Eventually, the Potts phone had to be disconnected as cruel prank calls plagued the home during all hours of the night. Elizabeth lamented to the papers that she did not do enough to protect Beverly. She wished again and again that she had taught Beverly to be cautious around women and became convinced that Beverly was lured away by a woman or couple- a theory which is prevalent to this day. In those days Anita ran the household and tried to helpful but the situation was just too much to bear (Badal, 2005).
At 2 or 3 pm on September 4th only ten days after Beverly’s disappearance, a factory worker was taking a break at his workplace which overlooked the Cuyahoga River when he saw a bundle about 5 feet long, float down the sluggish water way. The more he looked at the bundle the more it looked like human body wrapped in a tarp, with arms, hair, and feet sticking out of the tarp covering. The man immediately called the police. The river was dragged, divers were deployed, and witness were interviewed. Several people down river reported that they too had seen the bundle that day, September 4th. After two days of no findings it was determined that the bundle, whatever it was, had most likely floated into the vastness of Lake Erie, never to be seen again.
Three weeks after Beverly’s disappearance police asked to search each home on Linnet avenue in an attempt to find clues. At that time many homes had dirt floored garages and storage areas leading LE to speculate that Beverly may have been lured into someone’s home and subsequently buried on the property. No evidence was found. Moreover, no single household refused the search; all households complied with the search request. Meanwhile, the Potts completed a thorough inventory Beverly’s closet and things in order to narrow down what Beverly’s wearing and carrying at the time of her disappearance. This is why such a detailed description can be provided in this case.
After a week or so of futile searching for the girl, area sex offenders were interviewed. Even in the early 1950s sex offenders had to be registered and police departments kept track of their addresses. The offenders were categorized by gender and age of their victims and many sex offenders in the area were questioned. However, sometimes these predators were re-arrested and never taken off the list, meaning many of the 1,100 Cleveland offenders were actually in jail for other offenses when police came knocking. Unfortunately, nothing came of this line of inquiry. Meanwhile, wooded areas and bodies of water near the Potts’ home were scoured but no trace of Beverly was ever found.
A month or so later, on October 9th, a fisherman was fishing in the Rocky River when he caught a piece of red cloth on his hook. He untangled the fabric, put it on the shore and continued with his day. The fisherman went home that evening, but later remembered that that Beverly was last seen in a pink/red top and red underwear. With this realization he called investigators. From October 9th-11th the Rocky River, which was only 10 feet deep, was searched with boats and divers. A piece of blue cloth about 8 inches long was found as well as a clump of hair attached to a soggy substance. Both pieces were taken to be tested. The cloth was later determined to be a fabric from a bathing suit, not jeans like Beverly was wearing. No red cloth was found and the hair was dark brown not blonde like Beverly’s. Additionally, the soggy substance it was attached to was nothing more than waterlogged cardboard. By October 11th, the CPD announced that the they had no reason to believe that Beverly’s body was or had been in the Rocky River.
On November 9th, a mysterious person called Robert Potts work and demanded to know why the Potts phone number was no longer working. Then the caller made a ransom demand, but only if the Potts home number was reinstated. The phone was reconnected and several days later and man called the home and set up a money drop, promising to release Beverly in exchange for $25,000 dollars. He claimed that Beverly was very sick but he promised she was still alive. A few days later, a male detective dressed up like Elizabeth, who herself was almost 6 feet tall, prepared to do the money drop in exchange for Beverly, but the kidnapper sensed the trap and tried to flee the area. When apprehended Frank Dale Davis admitted he was an opportunist who needed cash to pay off his debts. Davis was convicted of fraud and was sentenced to five years in prison. Subsequent investigation showed he had nothing to do with Beverly’s disappearance.
One month after the bizarre ransom request, an even stranger incident occurred. In late November a man who called himself Tom, phoned Lester Swing and claimed that he had Beverly. Tom claimed that he had hit Beverly with his car in August. Thinking she was dead he put her in the car to dispose of the body, but it turned out that Beverly was simply stunned and now had a bad case of amnesia. Tom explained to Lester that he would release Beverly in downtown Cleveland, but only if Lester dressed Patsy in the same clothes as Beverly was last seen in and had her stand at the magazine counter of the May Company department store on Dec. 1st from 3-5 pm. However, Tom wanted Patsy to wear a denim skirt not a denim pants. The Swings reported the incident to the police. Lester refused to let Patsy participate in the stunt so a decoy was used and nothing happened. Tom called the Swings later and explained that he did not like the use of a decoy and set up a new time two weeks later. After a lot of convincing the Swings allowed Patsy to be part of the sting. On Dec. 15th while Pasty braved the store alone, police descended on a man lurking in the area watching the young girl. Stephen Tyukody admitted to making the phone calls to the Swings but had no explanation as to why. Tyukody was cleared of any involvement in Beverly’s case.
In late 1951, one man claimed that on August 24th, he saw a car near Halloran park with a screaming girl tied up in the back seat. The car was cruising down west 117th. Police checked out his lead by tracking down each individual with a car like the man described but nothing panned out and the lead was later determined to be false. Several clairvoyants also contacted the police but their stories likewise, were useless. As 1951 came to a close, no one had any idea what had happened to 10-year-old Beverly Potts.
Suspects
Throughout the case a variety of people have been looked at as potential persons of interest. Here are some of the more prominent suspects.
William Slates: Four days after Beverly’s disappearance the papers announced that police had a suspect, a Cleveland native referred to as Bill. This Bill was William Slates, a former solider who had been dishonorably discharged in 1949 after making sexual advances to an 8-year-old girl in movie theater. Family members related that Slates had a history of dating very young teens and according to army psychologists he was in a severe need of psychotherapy treatment. In 1951 Slates, on probation for his crime, was living with his mother on 166th St. near Halloran park. In late August, Slates’ mother was on vacation and he was at the home alone. At the time he was seeing a 17-year-old telephone operator and was working odd jobs. On Sunday August 26th, Slates borrowed a friend’s car, locked up his mother’s Cleveland home, drove to Columbus, and checked into a hotel using a false identity, all for apparently no reason. Friends reported his absence to police who tracked him to Columbus via phone calls to his girlfriend. Slates could give no explanation for leaving Cleveland so abruptly. He was interviewed repeatedly and failed several polygraphs. After a week or so of being the prime suspect in the case, Slates’ girlfriend came forward and provided him with an alibi, claiming they were making out at a park at the time of Beverly’s disappearance. One of Slates’ friends also claimed he was with Slates’ that evening but a third friend said that they were altogether on a different day, not the 24th. Discrepancies aside, Slates was released from custody and was eliminated as a suspect. Modern sleuths have questioned the validity of this alibi, but Cleveland police seemed to think it valid at the time (Badal, 2005).
Speed queen: Less than a week following Beverly’s disappearance rumors swirled that a local “speed queen” and her friends were responsible for Beverly’s demise. Modern connotations aside, in the 1950s a speed queen was not a drug user, but rather a term used for girls/women who drove hot rods or sports cars. According to a couple who were friends with this “speed queen” on the night Beverly was last seen a local teenager and hot-roder Barbara Saunders, loaned her car to her boyfriend’s brother and some of his friends. That evening at around 10 pm the boys called Barbara and explained that they had to abandon the car because they had gotten into an accident on West 117th St. and the car was “hot”. When Barbara retrieved the car the next day from a wooded area, she reported that there was some blood on the bumper as well as a few strands of cloth. On the 31st of August CPD decided to conduct a dig in the area the car was abandoned to search for clues as well as graves. However, no evidence was found during the multiday search. Saunders’ car was also searched a few strands of blonde hair were found stuck in the door hinge which were collected as evidence.
Over all the investigators found the “speed queen” story to be unlikely. Not only was the whole story sensational, west 117th is a main thoroughfare in Cleveland, and many found it ludicrous that someone could hit a child on such as busy road without anyone seeing anything, especially as hundreds of fans left the Showagon and crossed that very street. The only reason investigators looked into this story was because the car and men from the story vaguely matched the description of the two young men seen talking a girl who looked like Beverly at the Showagon that evening. The hair collected from the car has since been lost and was never forensically tested (Badal, 2005).
Harvey Lee Rush was a Cleveland native who had lived a hard and fast life. He looked older than his forty-something years and had been drifting around the United States for about three years in 1955 when he was picked up in Los Angeles for public intoxication. Rush had nearly 100 arrests in his life mostly for petty crimes like public intoxication and bar fights. Rush used all the money he made as a hospital cleaner on booze. However, on this day in 1955, Rush had an extraordinary story to tell. He claimed that in July 1952, he had abducted and killed a girl in Cleveland. Rush explained that one day while he was at a circus or puppet show in Cleveland, he lured a young girl, aged about 12 away from the show with the promise of candy. He and the girl went under a nearby bridge and he promised to give her ice cream, but instead he told her to disrobe. Then the girl started to cry, Rush punched her knocking her out and she landed on some rocks which apparently killed her. Harvey described the girl as aged about 12, with shoulder length dark hair and glasses.
The next day the dried-out suspect was able to write a three-page confession and officers relayed the story to their counterparts in Cleveland. Rush’s story was full of holes and discrepancies; he couldn’t even remember the correct year. Neither agency believed that the story was genuine but they decided to not take that chance and Rush was extradited back to Ohio. Investigators thought it was suspicious that Rush’s description of the puppet show and the girl he abducted seemed to match incorrect newspaper reports rather than truth. In Beverly’s black and white photo, she looks older than 10, her hair is longer and appears dark. Additionally, one newspaper reported that there was a puppet show at the Showagon, but this was a simply misprint. Moreover, Harvey was unable to show officers where he took the girl and insisted that there was a bridge near the park that simply wasn’t there. After a few days, Rush recanted his story and explained he simply wanted a free trip back to his home town of Cleveland. Rush was eliminated as a suspect (Badal, 2005).
William Henry Redmond is another suspect often mentioned in this case. Redmond was a Ferris wheel operator who lived all across the country on account of his job, but Ohio and Pennsylvania were his usual haunts. Redmond had a history of perpetrating brutally violent sex crimes starting when he was only 13 years old. In the 1930s Redmond was convicted of sexual assaults on two separate occasions and sent to prison. In the 1940s he was accused of additional charges of a similar nature in Florida.
In 1951 Jane Marie Althoff was 8 years old and was attending a carnival with two of her siblings. Althoff disappeared at the carnival and was last seen whispering to the Ferris wheel operator, William Redmond. When police went to question Redmond the next day, he had fled the area without even picking up his paycheck. Sadly, Althoff was found strangled a few hours later, in an abandoned truck covered with Redmond’s fingerprints. With the prime suspect missing, the case grew cold.
In 1988 investigators in Pennsylvania decided to once more look for Redmond and found him living in Nebraska. They arrested the now frail old man and took him all the way back to Pennsylvania for trial. Redmond confessed and allegedly told a cell mate that he had killed three other girls. Due to some technicalities, Redmond was not tried for years. He passed away in 1992 awaiting trial.
ViCap, AFIS, and DMV records linked Redmond to certain murders around the county by comparing crimes featuring his MO to DMV records. He is a suspect in the case of Connie Smith age 10 in 1952 in Connecticut, although some agencies say he passed a polygraph regarding that case. Redmond is considered a suspect in the 1957 case of 7-year-old Maria Ridulph, and the 1955 case of 7-year-old Barbara Gaca of Detroit. Joanne Lynn, aged 11, was found shot in Lima, New York in 1949. Redmond was working at a carnival only a few miles from Joanne’s home. One blog alleges that when Redmond was arrested, underwear of pre-teen girls was found in his home (Hunter, 2017).
Redmond specifically refused to confirm or deny involvement in the case of Beverly Potts. Closer scrutiny of this suspect does not exonerate him of the crime completely, but there is no evidence Redmond was even in the state of Ohio at the time of Beverly’s disappearance and no other evidence connects him to this crime. Furthermore, Beverly was much older than Redmond’s confirmed victims, the oldest of whom was 8 years old. For some reason, online sleuths often portray William Henry Redmond as the most probable suspect despite very limited evidence and no proof that he was even in the area at the time (Badal, 2005).
Odd Occurrences and possible evidence
The auto-body tip In 1980 one retired Cleveland detective announced that he had solved the case in 1974. In the early 70s, a man called in a tip to the CPD claiming that his brother had confessed to Beverly’s murder. The brother’s auto body shop was searched and dug up but nothing of note was found. According to one detective, this suspect had a record of molesting young girls in and around Halloran park. The detective even claims that this suspect confessed to him. Despite this information, the DA refused to prosecute due to lack of evidence. Other police sources claim this story is not accurate and have only confirmed that the auto body dig was a bust. No official sources have corroborated the retired detective’s story (Badal, 2005).
Letter in carpet In 1994 a letter was discovered under the carpet in a Cleveland home. The letter was written by a woman who claimed that she witnessed her husband disposing of Beverly’s body in their furnace. When tracked down the woman admitted that in 1960 around the time she was divorcing her husband, she had written and hid the letter as revenge against her abusive ex, but the contents of the letter were fabricated by herself. The woman’s children backed up her story. According to the women’s children, their father (now dead) had a temper and was somewhat abusive, but they did not think he was capable of murder and there was no evidence he was involved in the disappearance of Beverly Potts (Badal, 2005).
Letters sent to paper A huge break in the case happened in April 2000, when a Cleveland newspaper, The Plain Dealer, received a letter that confessed to the murder of Beverly Potts. They forwarded the letter to the police. Throughout the course of the next year and a half, four letters were sent to the Plain Dealer. The letters were analyzed and determined to be all written by the same author, who was likely old and infirm. The author’s handwriting became more cramped and shakier throughout the year. The DNA analysis showed that the writer was male and the stamps he used were sold one year earlier at only two banks. Fingerprint analysis determined that the author of the letters did not leave behind any fingerprints showing that he was either very careful or very old. Fingerprint experts explained to the Cleveland Police that many people's skin gets drier when they get older and the elderly are less likely to leave behind fingerprints than other age groups. While there was trace DNA on the flap of the first envelope which indicated that the writer was male, the other envelopes were sealed with tape most likely as to not leave any DNA.
The writer added details which proved he was at least familiar with the area around Halloran park and Linnet Avenue, leading investigators to believe that he was indeed a local and probably still lived in Cleveland. But the writer also made several errors which damped investigators enthusiasm. The writer claimed that he still had a 1916 quarter that Beverly was carrying with her on the night she disappeared, an odd detail as reports claimed Beverly had left all her money at home when she left for the Showagon, but still the tip had to be thoroughly examined.
The author also alleged that he wrote a confession letter to the coroner in 1967 and asked for a plea deal, but no such letter could be found. Although the coroner from the 1960s, Sam Gerber, was dead those who worked with him denied there was any letter written to him or the office that had amounted to a confession. Gerber’s files were looked through and nothing was found. Likewise, the DA from the time was interviewed and reported that he had heard nothing of such a letter or confession in the 1960s. Furthermore, no one thought the DA or the coroner at the time would have sat on such an important information without telling anyone.
The writer left several other clues as to his identity. He claimed that he was in his 80s, making him in his thirties when he had kidnapped Beverly. He also claimed he was old and sick. His body was racked with cancer, diabetes, and arthritis and the doctor had given him only about a year to live. The old man also claimed that he was going to be buried in Riverside Cemetery, and that he had left a letter with his lawyer that was to be opened and sent to the police upon his death. He mentioned nothing about the lawyer except that he referred to her as “she.”
After a few months without correspondence, the police asked the Plain Dealer to write an article appealing to the writer of the letters. They wanted the letter author to know that due to his age and poor health, he would most likely not be sentenced to prison but rather into a secured assisted living facility if he were to come forward.
In move that surprised everyone, the letter writer wrote back on April 16th and claimed that he would turn himself in on August 24th 2001, the 50th anniversary of the disappearance of Beverly Potts. He would turn himself in at Halloran Park, but he wanted Brent Larkin, the journalist at the Plain Dealer, to be there as well. He claimed that he would come to Halloran Park to turn himself in if he was still living at that time. The penmanship of the third letter was incredibly cramped and even more illegible than the others. Handwriting experts said it was clear that the man was deteriorating in health.
On August 7th 2000, the mysterious letter writer wrote his fourth and final letter. He explained that he would no longer be able to keep his appointment at Halloran Park as he had to go into a nursing home. The writing on this letter was almost impossible to read having been scribbled with such a shaky hand. Detectives were disappointed, but went to Halloran park on the 50th anniversary just in case the man decided to turn himself in. The elderly man did not show, but investigators continued checking nursing home registries, reading obituaries, cross-checking old suspects who still lived in town. At the end of the day the letters were not able to prove anything and many investigators believe the four letters are nothing more than a hoax. Others believe that they are legitimate. Detective Wolfe of the Cold Case Department thinks it is possible that the letter writer was a retired cop or journalist because he knew so much about Beverly's disappearance, recalling details that only those obsessed with the case would care to remember. While he believes by the letter writer is most likely dead and the letters no more than a cruel prank, he's not willing to dismiss the letters entirely (Badal, 2005).
In 2015 a strange tip was called in anonymously to Cleveland crime stoppers regarding the Potts case. The tip was passed on to investigators who determined the tip was solid. Investigators are asking that this tipster call again either to the FBI, CPD, or even crime stoppers as they believe the tip to be valid and any more information the tipster could reveal could be helpful. As of the writing of this piece the tipster has not yet called back (The Charley Project).
TO BE CONTINUED...
Full list of sources in part 2
http://charleyproject.org/case/beverly-rose-potts
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2020.11.06 21:08 Rockafellor “When in Rome”; ch. 1: “Cauchy”

Join Avery D'Arc, Space Orc, as he wrestles with the mysteries of the universe, Cat-girls with no conception of personal space, and the slings and arrows of outrageous vacation destinations.
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Cauchy”: Space Orcs might be the most rawly impressive species in the known galaxies, but it turns out that they're not the most confounding when Billie and Avery set out to investigate the mysterious appearance of a vast artificial complex (just one of many). Spanning two light years, its main mass is empty and seems to have no effect on spacetime around it.
Its otherwise bare surface isn't quite entirely bare though, with a ten million mile building standing out as a beacon-like calling card for all and sundry. As if this weren't enough, the interior proves increasingly more bizarre, making the exterior seem merely a little outsized by contrast. At the heart of the matter is a being more outlandish than they'd ever expected, and all because of what will never happen, ensuring that what wasn't remains so.
Cauchy” is the first chapter in the story arc “When in Rome,” which is in turn the third story in a series (“Tell me more about this Earth-thing”).



“Lands' End, Point Omega, call it what you will, it reeks of death,” the Engram intoned.
Ryo-ohki twitched in her sleep, dreaming of an alien planet made of pure carrot, fresh greens sprouting all over the surface, and cool springs and brooks abounding and redolent with sweet, carrot-juicy goodness.
“Silent halls of marble, but impenetrable to all scanners, and resistant to all attempts to so much as scratch them for samples,” it went on, pausing as if to ensure that the significance sank in.
“So, y'all are talkin' a ghost town here?” Avery clarified.
The Engram paused further, considering the Deathworlder's question.
“Ghosts?” it asked, unable to come up with any better reply.
For all that the Deathworlder's language inexplicably matched Audible Galactic Common, there were inevitably some disjoints. Billie had learned that very quickly, and it wasn't just food and local planetary lifeforms and astrography, nor yet their curious deafness to their own minor regional variations (they called them languages, and claimed not to understand one another). Deathworlders had words for weather, pursuits of pleasure, so many methods of warfare… things that rarely had more than the merest tangential similarity to anything cultured and civilized, and this persisted in every “language” on the planet!
“Non-physical continuations of once-living physical beings,” Billie stepped in.
“Of course,” the Engram nodded, “a common enough metamorphic stage for–”
“They dead,” Avery interrupted.
“Then I'm afraid that I don't understand.”
Billie spent the next hour trying to explain primitive Deathworlder superstitions before the Engram gave up, more confused than ever.
“So, the message finally self-destructed?”
“That's not how they work,” ze replied, dodging nimbly around him and fending off his hands as ze made zer way to the food-o-matic, “they're fully integrated archailects1 composed of refracted micronodes for ephemeral interactions.”
“Oh! So... it self-destructed?”
Ze arched zer brow and ignored him as ze withdrew zer half-melted coffee ice cream and mandarin orange sorbet, balancing the slice of gingerbread very carefully and bumping him out of the way with zer hip. The gingerbread was dark and heavy with rum, rich with molasses, allspice, and bits of fruit, and quite distracting to the nose.
“You really like that stuff, huh?” he teased.
“You should too, you know. I find that it 'puts me in the mood,' in case you hadn't noticed.”
“Best stuff in the world, like I always say. Did I ask? No sirree, not me! You sure you got enough there? Lemme go get you some more, you look famished.”


...Spirits and Demons: beware!2 Avery sang aloud, nasal and off-key.
His heart was light and the tune jaunty. All was good with the world.
Billie slapped his arm lightly, half in jest, half soberly.
“OK, OK. But you still ain't said: which one of us is Spencer and which is Tracy?”
“You do remember my 'frog-tongue,' hmm...?”
A smile glued itself to his face as he lost himself for a moment.
“Care to see it again?”
His attention snapped back to the present as the tip of zer tongue slid gently across zer lips, arcing upward to reach zer nose, then slid seductively down and across zer chest.
The tweaks to a Genomorph's body took some time to affect, from hours for minor biochemistry to a few days for major anatomical shifts, and could only come about by horizontal gene transfer. They also took a bit of a toll in caloric needs, nutrition, and even some degree of subconscious acuity while being brought online. Zer body accounted for environmental needs automatically, but ze could also intentionally call up modifications that zer genetic library had previous exposure to.
“I'll be good,” he promised.
Sometimes zer modifications served no immediate practical need, but this 'frog-tongue ' – as Avery had once dubbed it – served several uses, and it was one modification that ze was glad to keep.
Coming out of Planck-BEC transit, they saw what they'd already expected, but it was still difficult to accept.
A featureless surface fully a light year in radius, slightly rounded along the edge and tapering like an inverted chocolate kiss beneath.
Featureless, that is, except for a single structure at the center of the flat face.
A rococo monstrosity ten million miles in each direction, with what could only be described as a garden world with a like footprint laid out before what was undoubtedly its front façade. Sensors showed a Class-M atmosphere along the disc face, along with a one-gee field, solar light beaming into existence in all downward directions from its Kármán line.
Following the beautifully curving ocean-river to either side, one's eyes were naturally drawn to a very clear landing area at what amounted to its doorstep.
Their descent was unhindered and uneventful.
For all of the pomp of the structure's exterior, its interior – or at least what might be called its foyer, whatever its physical extent – was that of a typical space station. Somewhat more convivial, and certainly less business-like, but still easily recognizable as what one might expect of a rich eccentric with an entire planet's resources to throw at their vestibule. Literally a world's resources – that entire world, physically – if you poured it all into an enormous puff-pastry and added intergalactic tech to solve the engineering issues.
And this was just one of the many identical installations that had simply appeared across the galaxies and voids. They had shown up simultaneously, some balancing on black holes' ergospheres, a few sitting directly in place and pierced through by quasars' jets, quite a few buried deep within thick nebulae, and every single one neither affected by nor affecting their surrounding medium.
Avery took a long look across the vast open area, the city-sized water features and rest areas, then back at their all terrain mobile shelter.
“We're gonna need a bigger boat.”
No sooner had he said this than they noticed an unobtrusive area, displaying numerous models of vehicles, but all clearly top of the line. Above the top of the line, from what he could see of Billie's reactions.
All were parked pointing inward, at least those that one could see or infer to have directionality to them.
All were open to anyone who might come along.
“What do you think?” he asked.
Billie simply tilted zer head down and pulled zer neck back, looking up at him with zer brow knitting in clear communication that ze thought that he had finally lost the last of whatever he'd had that passed for Deathworlder sanity.
Then the air between them and the courtesy suite lit up with a soft lavender glow, calm ochre strips marching away at a sedate pace.
In the end, they selected one that resembled a three-legged ice-skating wading pool. Every ship was the height of luxury, food and drink – curious fruit juices, tantalizing pastries, and strange meats of elusive textures and flavors – were brought to them by various services objects (or possibly creatures; they really couldn't tell) in each that they boarded, but this one was the least outlandish-looking of the lot. After the first servitor pair had sought to massage them, and Billie had slapped them soundly for it, further overtures remained constrained to silent tour guides and wait-staff.
The ship traveled far but fast. There was no way to tell their speed, seeming breakneck and crawling at the same time. Sizes and distances were deceptive, and no two things offered a consistent gauge.
At last it came to rest at the opening of a hallway. A hallway of reasonable size letting in to a brass wall without other marks for as far as they could see.
It felt almost claustrophobic in contrast with the journey thence.
They proceeded forward, now on foot, though fed and rested, Ryo-ohki alternating between flouncing along the hall ahead of them and bounding back again.
With nothing more to look at, they became intimately familiar with the walls, ceiling, and floor along the monotonous path. A bland beige to the sides, slightly darker below, slightly lighter above, and hints of varicolored mood-lighting to the air at times. No clear turns were apparent, though every so often they would look ahead or behind and find that the hall now showed some gentle curve to the side, or an incline or downward slope.
They had walked for hours.
Dank and now ill-lit, the air having grown clammy and close, the walls having slowly shifted from finished and seamless metallo-ceramic polymer to crumbling mortar and decaying stones, the hallway had come to an end.
They had seen the exit for a while before reaching it, though it seemed to near them only in jumps.
Now that they had exited, they stood outside of a cave mouth, a simple flat-bottomed boat sitting untended not twenty feet away, a barge-like coracle, no oars nor sails nor rudder. The beach to either side felt soft and pliant, a continuous surface rather than sand, though dully reflective as if of lightly brushed metal, and stretching off into the distance to grow dim and blurred in the twilight and mist.
“Any chance I could talk you into that dolphin blow-hole thing, later?” Avery asked lightly, eyeing the shallow water of a nearby cove.
Billie looked at him, then the cove, and back again, waiting for him to focus on the moment.
He wiggled his eyebrows in an exaggerated fashion, hoping to get a laugh out of zer.
“Yes, that sounds like a terrific idea! Absolutely the most appropriate possible course of action at this time,” ze replied, shaking zer head in equal but mild parts amusement and frustration, and muttering “Maybe later, you sex-crazed Deathworlder.”
Seeing no other option suggest itself, they chose the obvious, the ship accelerating moderately as soon as they'd boarded and heading toward the strait at the far side of the water, raising barely a ripple over the slow swells.
As they made some distance from the beach, the mist thinned, first showing clear the vast and irregular blocks that thrust out from the surface, seeming convex and concave in turns with their angles and curves holding no sure and steady form, and then permitting the looming figures themselves to slowly become apparent along the horizon to the sides.
Cyclopean statues, miles-tall each, their bodies twisting and contorted, some with long and vicious tails in mid-lash, others bearing tentacles depending from their mouths, still others indiscernible but yet giving the impression of deep thought slowed to a standstill. A pale and spectral light limned their skins wan and pallid, leaving a sense of subliminal and oily patterns writhing whenever one wasn't looking.
It didn't help lighten the mood any that Avery could almost hear something baying far ahead of them.


After what might arguably have been only a few miles, the mist closed in once more, sounds muffled and seeming to come from any distance and no direction.
This continued for perhaps ten more minutes before the ship grounded itself.
“Hello, hello, hello-o!”
Avery turned from helping Billie off, stepping out of zer way so that they could now both see the being of smokeless fire that stood before them, chipper and bouncing on its heels as if to greet them warmly.
“Ahh, I am so very glad to see you again, it will have been simply too long,” he said, smiling expansively, “I remembered just in time that you were due to arrive now, and so will be leaving to see you in only a few minutes.”
Avery wasn't sure which to disbelieve more, his ears or his eyes.
Not many Humans had made it off of Earth, or glowed, for that matter – aside from a few hedonists seeking the exotic pleasures and relaxations of alien worlds and culture, there just wasn't much out here to appeal to anyone but a few scientists.
Ryo-ohki's ears perked as she bobbed her head down, then up, repeating this a few times before leaping all around their host, who immediately produced a large carrot from nowhere.
“You may call me Cauchy, and I do apologize for the charade. All of the entry was just theater for your benefit, to give you a sense of accomplishment and some ambiance. Terribly important, ambiance. And a sense of accomplishment. Can't get anywhere without that. Or ambiance, come to think of it.”
Avery leaned in to Billie and whispered behind his hand “Battier than a belfry full of bats on a buttered bagel...”
“Billie, Avery, come. We'll eat, we'll talk, and this will all make ever so much more sense. Except for the bits that won't, of course.”
Dreamlike, sudden and without transition, while yet offering no psychological surprise, as if this were what one would expect had they given it any thought, they were ensconced within a private dining area of comfortable size laid out with cushions all around. Whole lamb tenderloins wrapped in bacon with a mushroom and chestnut chutney between them (hints of anchovy and capers clearly present in the Dijon vinaigrette aroma), and all beneath an outer layer of pancetta sat before each of them on silver platters that hovered still in the air, as did the wine, the crab bisque with malted onion bread, roasted potatoes and toppings, bowls of honeyed lemon yogurt, plates of fig and date pastries, and indeed the entire service. All were engaged thus but for Ryo-ohki, at least, who lay in a pillowed cocoon of lettuce and turnip greens with a huge mixed salad before her, multiple vegetable juices clearly puddled throughout.
They weren't hungry at all – hadn't been since they were last on Billie's ship, in fact – but they all found that they had room to eat.
At a slight remove, neither too near nor too distant, a small assembly of animals played chamber music, its light sounds accompanied by several dancers and a handful of simple stage props.
Peering closer, Avery grew certain that the trees and houses in the background were no props.
“This isn't Yggdrasil, after all,” Cauchy smiled.
“What's Yggdrasil?”
Cauchy smiled again, “Enigmatic.”
“Nano-aether? Some sort of utility fog?” Billie asked abruptly, waving zer hand at the meal.
“No, not that way” Cauchy replied, “quite literally nano-aether in that what you would call Planck-epsilon-bots form and re-form to purpose, and predictively, out of the aetherial substrate of reality, writing bespoke local physical laws as needed and separately endowing resulting materials with whatever properties are called for. You could say that it's easier than doing it myself, but technically it's more complicated in fact, though only in the same sense as epsilon-sub-null3 is meaningfully larger than epsilon-sub-epsilon.”
Avery glanced to Billie, who only shook zer head.
Ze was clueless as to what this mysterious Genomorph was talking about, and greatly relieved that Avery was showing patience with zer practically private conversation. Still and all though, it was unspeakably gauche to dive into conversation in one's homeworld language when around other species without first ensuring that they too understood it or possessed a translator.
Considering all of this, ze cast about. The food, all of the familiar things of home, lacked luster. The raktajino a flavorless dishwater to match its tepid state, the hasperat bland and seeming almost as if made of mashed avocado and boiled spinach and crème fraîche in unseasoned roux crêpes, and the iguana-chicken tasted like steamed tofu.
Ze had no idea of how Avery was managing to make his way through any of it.
At least Ryo-ohki seemed happy with her greens.
“Home is where the heart is, some say,” Cauchy murmured.
Ze looked up at this, but ze only gestured to zer food again.
Sighing, ze nodded and returned to zer plates, only to find vichyssoise with brown bread rarebit, a perfectly seared bacon cheeseburger with roasted tomatoes and bursting with grease, chipped potatoes, Caesar salad, a spiced treacle pudding with custard and pear – and coffee. Looking up again, ze saw that Avery's food had changed as well, now bearing all of the familiar hallmarks of deathworld cuisine.
“The nano-aether,” Cauchy explained, seeing zer surprise.
“Is it a new development?” ze asked.
“Not yet, no,” ze replied.
“I don't mean to be rude or nothing, but what's a Human doing way out here, anyway?” Avery asked.
More surprised by this than by anything else so far, Billie looked around quickly. Surely they were the only ones to have come here recently, and just as surely no other Human had been here before, much less left behind.
“Oh, investigating the mysterious, of course.”
“And how'd you get here?”
“I was already here, have always will be – that's why you are now, after all,” Cauchy replied.
“Where's this other Human?” Billie interjected nervously. Ze'd grown accustomed to their ways, to an extent, but they were wildly unpredictable, and the circumstances here were far from ordinary.
“What other Human?” Avery replied, looking around himself, now.
“The one that you're talking about, dear.”
“What? I was just talking with Cauchy, here.”
“Yes. About a Human.”
His eyes narrowed as he tried to work out where ze was going with this.
Ze continued to stare at him levelly while waiting for him to simply answer zer.
It was Cauchy who brokered the détente.
“He means me, Billie. I am a Ljósálf4, and our physical appearance varies with the psyche of the observer. To you, I am a Genomorph; to him, a Human. And no, I don't speak any language5, which is why you're each able to understand me respectively – and before you ask, I can't read your mind, I only knew because it's what you were going to ask, though you won't now, but it's just as true, so the paradox resolves as a subjunctive tautology – a sort of Nash Equilibrium cum Feynman diagram.”
Needless to say, this sparked some rather confusing conversation. For one thing, it turned out that Ljósálfar tour worlds, which Cauchy insisted were “world-ponds,” as if they were museums, precious and fleeting moments pinned in place like flies in amber.
“And our universe is one of them?” Billie asked, trying to feel zer way through what Cauchy was saying.
“Yes.”
“And these other universes–”
“World-ponds. Or worlds, if you wish.”
“They're worlds, but not in this universe.”
“Right.”
“And this universe is a world.”
“Exactly.”
“But these other worlds aren't universes.”
“Well... some of them are. An infinite number of them, really. Beth two of them, if you really want to split hairs.”
“And all of these universes aren't a multiverse.”
“Not at all, just all part of the universe as a whole, really.”
“So they're all just worlds, as far as universes and worlds go.”
“To be fair, so are the worlds. They're worlds too. And some have universes in them.”
“An infinite number of worlds? Beth two of them, if I really wanted to split hairs?”
“Now you have it!”
Ze had no idea what ze had, but it was nice to have it.
Like nailing down mud, Avery would say.
“You know what they say,” Cauchy countered, apropos of nothing, “all roads lead to Ljósálfheimr. Isn't that right, Ryo-ohki, my little Beth Node6? Yes it is! Yes! And you know just what I'm talking about, now don't you? Ohh, yes you do!”
The cabbit purred as her leg thumped in time with his scratching her head and neck, and chucking her beneath her chin with his fingertips.
“Where's Ljósálfheimr?” Avery asked.
“Well-l-l, after normalizing your non-orientable monadic space – co-dimension7 three, you might say, but that would be telling,” Cauchy winked, “– and accounting for the effective cosmic scalar transform, zeta function notwithstanding...” he continued, sticking a finger into his mouth, then holding it aloft for a moment, “round about fifty billion light years thataway,” he said, crossing his arms, one finger pointing vaguely up and to the side, the other hand curled halfway around backward, “You could then add a little over one point eight million miles west-northwest, plus quite a bit of a ways extra-up and just a touch semi-kata in a Hausdorff-fractal sense. Or not, that's your call.
“Look, I called you here today... do you know, I've always wanted to say that!
“I called you here today to discuss a matter of great importance.”
Here he looked around, as if seeing if anyone were eavesdropping.
Softly, the entertainers' music faded away, replaced by sourceless expository music drifting downward from the very air above them in general and gradually becoming focused from some point between them all.
“I'm going to tell you a story, and in this story, time isn't, it's just being,” he began, tapping the bridge of his nose, “The Greys go as fast as possible to stay in one place, a question of indeterminacy, you see, a bit like the Red Queen8, though I really don't think that you'd like her one bit. I know I don't, I don't mind telling you.
“Meanwhile, Ásgarðr is set to position-only, making speed irrelevant – not negated or uncertain, mind; movement is possible, but that would cause 'problems,' and I won't be clarifying that phrasing. Location is treated as a property of matter, assigned by quantum hand-waving, and can be manipulated and designated; it's what keeps Ásgarðr in place and shielded, after all.
“If we assume some upper speed limit for ships – or buildings, or cities, or world-ponds – then this explains the observed speeds that one would expect of Kardashёv type two-plus technology to be able to exceed. This isn't necessary, if such speeds are permitted to occur, but permitting higher speeds would also beg the question of larger networks of world-ponds forming more solid groups or empires.
“Now tell me, why do you suppose it is that they don't, hmm? What if, let's say – and just for fun, of course – what if there were some property of spacetime that doesn't prohibit that, it just makes it an Incredibly Bad Idea to exceed some approximate boundary speed? For example, if you go less than speed X, you're fine. Go at speeds in a certain higher range, and you'll blow things to kingdom come. Your ship, and likely everything within a thousand miles, for example. Go above that range though, and you're looking at shattering the foundations of reality. Not a black hole, as such – more like... more like reaching a resonant frequency in a two-dimensional world set between glass plates, or no, a two-dimensional world that is a glass plate, one that's right smack up against other such worlds: rub those just right, the panes shatter, and everything melts into madness, and reality becomes a distorted version of itself, along with local fluctuations of physical laws that might well vary over time as well. This melting and merging of realities isn't a probability-superposition-thing, just a blurry wobbly thing of literal physical speed and location in a spatiotemporally infinite rule-based random universe; it all has to do with which world you're in at any given moment, and being in too many of them over the course of too few moments, and so it reaches a sort of Hagedorn temperature, except that instead of energy density, it's the informational entropy of the location property, which in a Shannon sense is somewhat equivalent I suppose, not to mention the silly buggers it plays with an imaginary Doppler shift...
“But not to worry, this won't be a problem.”
They sat there dazed for a moment.
“Then why are you telling us all of this?” Billie asked, “And you do realize that we have no idea who or what all of these things are, don't you?”
“No, no, no. And yes, of course. But both of these are why it won't be: because it did, or else we wouldn't be here now, because you weren't anymore, or else you would have been, and we wouldn't, but now you are because you will be were. You see? Reality never was anyway, since we wouldn't be here if it were, except that we are, so there it is. Bit of a sticky wicket, I know.”
“But why so many of these... this place?”
“Well, I had to be sure that I got your attention, now didn't I?”
Having wound down, he focused on a fingernail for a moment, then began to chew at it.
“So, you're trying to warn us to warn them not to play with higher speeds?” Avery asked, beginning to boil it down.
“Oh, quite the contrary: what will be, always was. Now it's just a question of not doing what you're going to do, and you haven't, so you won't. I find that what isn't happening is always far more fascinating to watch than what is, don't you agree?
“Now, aside from catching up to do, time is short, but we have plenty of it. So, what did you want to talk about?”
In the end, they left rather more confused than they'd been upon their arrival, but had apparently made an old friend, having only just then met him – or zer or it – and were eventually assured that they did indeed meet again. They actually found themselves looking forward to this, albeit with more than a little concern.


They had talked for so long that dinner had turned into an extended brunch. Billie had nibbled the most delicious ginger muffin, then a simple gingered mushroom and scallion noodle soup. Knowing better, this soon became a theme nevertheless. The ginger curried chicken had been strong, but the “palate cleansing” slices of pickled ginger understandably more so. Ze'd thrown caution to the wind after that, piling on a light ginger tea, sliced pork with ginger-rhubarb compote, salad with a ginger dressing, caramelized peaches in ginger syrup, and at last a large ginger margarita.
Yeller had chosen to sleep in the flight deck, and they'd finally managed to free the bed of Paws, and so they could now relax at last.
“Mmm, did I mention that raʔûR will be visiting? You'll finally get to meet her!”
Avery nodded uncertainly, not uncomfortable with the thought, but unsure of where ze was heading with this. The Cat-girl was one of zer best friends, and he didn't wish to misstep with this.
“And I never have shown you my spinnerets, now have I...?” ze asked coyly, sipping a sweet ginger Armagnac as they slid beneath the sheets. The bed covers were semi-sapient, designed to snuggle close and actively provide psychological cover, warmth, cooling ripples of air, massages, and hugs; Avery still wasn't quite used to them, but this spinneret thing held his full attention now.
He quirked his brow.
“Oh, nothing, just a little surprise that I was calling up before all of this began – but if you're not interested...” ze wriggled zer hips suggestively, then shrugged.
The temperature and air currents were perfect, the gravitational center set to just inches above the sleeping nest, but still a ginger candle burned nearby, adding to the close of zer day. It would be days before the air cleared of it, and they'd both be sore and exhausted afterward, but it would be worth it, and right now ze had only one thing on zer mind anyway.
Their report would take some time to compose. Detailing it all would be straightforward enough, but supplying coherent interpretations of it all would likely prove itself a challenge.
For now, they simply settled for a good, long rest – first things first, though, of course; after all, one must keep one's eyes on the important things in life.


O ~~~ O

Footnotes:



1 Archailect: See Orion's Arm (URL below) for greater detail, ▐► https://www.orionsarm.com/eg-topic/492d76d2f173e
2 Demons and Witches: From the theme song of “Ghost Busters ”, the 1975 Filmation live action Scooby-wannabe (not its 1986 incarnation, nor the unrelated Columbia franchise). ▐► https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lBZCUiR7Iq8&list=PLIl2eWOVM20HMp85S3KZFgftJRgwStzIv
3 Epsilon null: Here, Cauchy is referring to the surreal divisions of infinitesimal epsilon, rather than the transfinites, or I'd have written “...meaningfully smaller...” rather than “...meaningfully larger...” – his point being that either is negligible, mathematically vanishing, but not identical.
TL;DR is essentially (and painfully inaccurate, mathematically) 1/∞; in this context, ε-sub-ε could then be likened to (1/∞)/∞, though this is where we would normally differentiate between the former denominator being aleph null and the latter combined form being more akin to aleph one or beth one (then again, normally ε^2 = 0, which would normally put paid to the whole issue were it not for surreals).
For a more in-depth coverage of epsilon (and ZFC to an extent) please see the Technical Appendix of the “Icewall ” .pdf at: ▐► https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1BG7P_sVezz8Dn5b8js_34yeAjSBhfN0v
See also “I am the Walrus ” footnote on aleph and beth numbers (essentially the transfinite complement of infinitesimal epsilons – the latter not to be confused with the poorly named transfinite epsilon) at ▐► https://archiveofourown.org/works/26951104
This footnote is a rather abbreviated and very limited explanation, but it would take up far too much space to explain it well (not to mention all of the mistakes that I'd no doubt make). Go to your favorite math site / encyclopedia, and/or search engine – or simply StackExchange, Wikipedia, Wolfram MathWorld, DavidDarlingInfo, Quora, etc. – and look into the terms {transfinite, infinitesimal, aleph number, beth number, nimber, surreal number, hyperreal number, and ZFC / Zermelo–Fraenkel set theory with AC (axiom of choice)}.
4 Ljósálf: Operating at a level at least that of the Avatars of “Charmed ” and Time Lords of “Dr. Who ”, Ljósálfar are demonstrably Powers (Appendix F “Powers and Principalities ” of WIP “I am Legion ” .pdf, Tier Two: Supers, Rank 5+: individually Kardashёv Type I-II, Classic Traveller TL 17-25) at a bare minimum. The nature of Cauchy's private universe (and Ljósálven idiosyncrasies) argues a good chance of his being a low-rank Principality (Tier Three, Rank 1-2), though probably(?) less powerful than Q, the Beyonder, or Dr. Manhattan (but presumably more powerful than Moorcock's Gods of Law and Chaos).
I am Legion ” .pdf available at ▐► https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1BG7P_sVezz8Dn5b8js_34yeAjSBhfN0v
NB: re. Principalities, cf. Qhalqhal of “Nothing's gonna change my world ” URL below (or Negent of the WIP “I am Legion ”): individually Kardashёv Type III-V, Classic Traveller TL >27 → 31+. ▐► https://archiveofourown.org/works/24380977
Ljósálven environs are perceived as whatever comforts the beholder, appropriate to circumstance. In a like manner, their physical appearance is that of whichever species is looking at them. >>> 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐑 >>> This is much like the Vorlons of Babylon 5, though without the limiting factor of how many are looking – it was only after thinking of this (and not much later, either) that I finally watched B5, but there's never anything new under the sun, it seems. <<< 𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐑 <<<
5 Language: In “The Space Orcs are coming, hooray, hooray! ”, we saw that all of Earth's languages are heard by intergalactics as a single language with tiny regional differences that might as well amount to no more than slight and irrelevant accents. Now we find that each species has its own language, but that they're presumably mostly or always the pulp sci-fi trope of a monoculture; one species, one language. We also see here that at least this Ljósálf (NB: yes, all of the rest of them, too) doesn't even have language at all, much less a language in particular. Curiouser and curiouser.
6 Beth Node: I'd explain this, but... spoilers. If you really insist, then you can find them (and Aleph Nodes) explained in a couple of references in the “Icewall ” .pdf and the Afterword of the “Seize the Deity ” .pdf. Once you tumble to their implications, make what you will of this Galactic world-pond.
Seize the Deity ” .pdf available at ▐► https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1BG7P_sVezz8Dn5b8js_34yeAjSBhfN0v
7 Co-dimension: There's an Easter Egg waiting there. Who might be interested, search out the term. Doctor the math. It won't take too much time, and it's “relatively ” funny.
8 Red Queen: Yes, the “Alice in Wonderland ” series. She's an example BBEG in this story's larger RPG/story meta-setting of Icewall.


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Cauchy” is the first chapter in the story arc “When in Rome,” which is in turn the third story in a series (“Tell me more about this Earth-thing”).
When in Rome” is an ongoing story arc, with three chapters so far. The first two chapters (“Cauchy” and “Don't throw the babe out with the bathwater”) are already uploaded to AO3 (if you can't wait for it on reddit).
I plan to upload that second chapter to reddit here next week, though it and the third chapter feel more like Tenchi Muyo than a more general HFY-theme to me, so I'm unsure of whether you guys might want it here. I hope to finish writing (and uploading) the third chapter (“A day at the beach”) to AO3 on Sunday; right now, it's only a little more developed than the bare bones outline.
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2020.11.03 18:44 Lovely_Cherry_ Worried about a friend (19F) and her relationship with her boyfriend (19M)

TL;DR at the bottom
This post is cowritten between "Mabel" (19F) and I (19F). We have been friends with "Lily" (19F) since we were 12. The three of us were part of a friend group that kind of evaporated once we all went to college (there was prior drama tho). Mabel, Lily and I have stayed friends through thick and thin.
About 2 years ago Lily started dating this guy "Andy" (19M). He had done some shady stuff with his exes so we were a bit weary (he had cheated, and he had spread his ex's nudes even though we were all underage). Eventually we saw he was good with Lily despite his past.
The problem is, slowly but surely Lily has been changing and becoming very isolated during these 2 years. We have reasons to belive we're her only friends, but she almost never hangs out with us. We've seen her like twice in the last three months, and even if she honors us with her presence, she texts Andy 24/7 so it's not even like she's there. She's with her boyfriend all the time. And when we say that, we mean all the time. He sleeps over at her house regularly so it's basically like they live together. Despite being together so often they schedule entire weekends to themselves. Now Mabel and I have both had realtionships so we understand wanting to spend quality time with your SO. Still, with how little time she spends with literally anyone else, it kinda seems like she's neglecting her other relationships and friendships. She also cut off two friends because they 'badmouthed Andy'. Mabel says they just criticized him for his past behaviour. But now Lily refuses to talk to them, and if the whole group plans a get-together, she'll refuse to go if these two girls are also invited. Not only that, but she'll try to convince us to un-invite them, which angers Mabel a lot because she doesn't want to have problems with anyone. It's not only that Lily doesn't hang out with her friends, but she has also turned her back on people who needed her. For example, this summer Mabel broke up with her boyfriend, and it was really hard on her because it was very unexpected. I was away most of the summer visiting family, but Lily was in our hometown. Mabel repeatedly asked Lily for a girls night (Lily's parents leave town often, so Mabel asked if they could have a sleepover). Lily always turned her down in favor of having her boyfriend over. We understand she can do with her time as she pleases, but friends are supposed to help each other, and Mabel really needed some emotional support. Plus, she had many other days to have Andy over, and Mabel only ever asked for one night. So, all in all, she's just becoming more and more isolated. We are concerned about this, because if at some point things dont work out with Andy, she'll be all alone (we're slowly becoming quite tired of her consistently ignoring us tbh).
Apart from that, we've also noticed slight changes in Lily's personality. For example, she's never had a special interest in bikes. Andy loves bikes and has one. He's also really reckless with it, and has had multiple crashes and accidents (the last one was so bad he can't feel his right knee anymore). They started dating, and now Lily is obsessed with them. To the point where, if she's walking down the street and hears one in the distance, she will stop in her tracks, stop the conversation and try and lecture us on what kind of bike it is. We don't know a lot about bikes but it does seem a bit ridicuolus. The thing is, as much as she says otherwise, previous to this relationship she had never talked about bikes or shown an interest in them. And now she's working really shitty jobs to buy one. She does this while juggling her workload at uni and always ends up exhausted and overworked. She doesn't really need to work- she lives with her parents, who pay for everything (they are pretty well off). The only thing they don't want to buy her is a bike, because they're worried it'll be dangerous. So she is solely working for the darned bike. Plus, she turns down plans and activities to save up for the bike. Says she needs to pay insurance and gas and stuff. Before Covid, we were talking about going to the beach during summer, maybe a week or so. She refused to come because: 1. She wanted to spend two weeks with Andy at her parents' beach house and they needed to be alone because she 'wanted to feel what it was like to live together and be married'. She only had two weeks of holidays because she was working. 2. She had to save up for the bike. Granted, the last time we went to the beach (summer before college), we only spent about 120€. But even that was too much. We know it's her money, but... it just makes us feel so secondary and unimportant, like we don't matter anymore because she has her boyfriend. She wanted to spend all of her holidays with Andy, couldn't even spare a couple days for us...
When she finished her first job i was talking with her and she said she was very tired and didn't want to keep working during the school year. But for some reason she has changed her mind, and started working at a supermarket amidst the covid outbreak. This is particularly upsetting because she refuses to go anywhere, and she refuses to let us into her house (when we hang out we do it in the back yard, but it's getting cold), but she will work in a supermarket. Now, the situation in our country (not USA) is 'not that bad'. People are allowed to go pretty much anywhere as long as we wear masks and so on. We are also allowed to have social gatherings of up to 5 people. We find her reasoning hypocritical. If she really was that worried, she would stop working, right? At least that's how we see it, given that she doesn't need to work.
Lily has never liked video games that much, Andy loves videogames, now she's a gamer. She's never skipped class, but she'll go on holiday with Andy in the middle of the semester (this was pre-covid). Its never something huge, but many little changes. We think she's trying to be more like Andy, if that makes sense, and it is a bit creepy to see her slowly morph into Andy 2.0. She will also excuse anything he does, even if he's in the wrong. Earlier this summer, Andy was driving us home. We live in a rather small European town, so think small streets that barely fit a car. He was speeding through them for no reason (speed limit is 20km/h, he was going at at least 60km/h). Obviously he had an accident, he had to steer to the right and the speed caught up to him and he crashed into a parked car. Now the car wasn't supposed to be there, but nothing would have happened if he wasn't speeding. None of us were hurt (we could have been), but Andy was distressed because his car had taken a lot of damage (he ended up needing to replace one of the doors). We didn't want to say anything, because he was clearly panicking and blaming him wouldn't help the situation. Lily told him he hadn't done anything wrong, that he was a very good driver, that he wasn't even driving that fast (wtf??), and that it was the other car's fault. I mean, i get it wasn't the right moment to talk about his speeding issues, but cmon. This isn't even the first time hes had a crash because of speeding, but Lily is so overprotective of him, she always acts like he's perfect and can do no wrong. It's like all they do is feed into each other's bad habits.
Mabel and I have talked about bringing this up with Lily, but we're scared that she will cut us out like she's done with other people. I am also getting really annoyed and wondering if it is even worth it (is our friendship salvageable at this point?). Mabel thinks we 'owe' her that much because of our long friendship, and says that she would like to know if we ever saw redflags in her relationships. What we'd like to get across to her is that as much as she loves Andy, she should also mantain her other friendships, relationships and hobbies.
I have talked about this with other friends (Mabel and Lily don´t know them, so i thought their judgment would be unbiased). Some have said that if we try talking to Lily she will ignore us or cut us out. Some say we could try bringing it up. They all agreed there were some red flags. Either way, we're a bit lost. Should we even bring this up with her? Is it going to achieve anything, or will she give us the cold shoulder? If we do end up talking to her, how should we word our concerns? Any help is appreciated.
TL;DR: Our (19F, 19F) friend (19F) is increasingly becoming more and more isolated and only ever spends time with her boyfriend (19M). Should we bring it up? If so, how can we talk about this without her getting mad we're 'badmouthing' her boyfriend and cutting us out?
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2020.11.02 13:28 Boananas Pokémon: List of Episodes, Shorts, Movies, and All Else in Chronological+Best-Fit Order

Up till the Sun and Moon series.
The list:
-------------------- Indigo League -------------------- Pokémon - I Choose You! Pokémon Emergency! Ash Catches a Pokémon Challenge of the Samurai Showdown in Pewter City Clefairy and the Moon Stone The Water Flowers of Cerulean City The Path to the Pokémon League The School of Hard Knocks Bulbasaur and the Hidden Village Charmander – The Stray Pokémon Here Comes the Squirtle Squad Mystery at the Lighthouse Electric Shock Showdown Battle Aboard the St. Anne Pokémon Shipwreck Island of the Giant Pokémon Beauty and the Beach (Heavily edited episode, Japanese version should be watched) Tentacool & Tentacruel The Ghost of Maiden's Peak Bye Bye Butterfree Abra and the Psychic Showdown The Tower of Terror Haunter versus Kadabra Primeape Goes Bananas Pokémon Scent-sation! Hypno's Naptime Pokémon Fashion Flash The Punchy Pokémon Sparks Fly for Magnemite Dig Those Diglett! The Ninja Poké-Showdown The Flame Pokémon-athon! The Kangaskhan Kid The Legend of Dratini (Banned episode, exists only in Japanese) The Bridge Bike Gang Ditto's Mysterious Mansion Electric Soldier Porygon (Banned episode, exists only in Japanese) Holiday Hi-Jynx It's New Year's Eve! Pocket Monsters (Never aired, completely non-existent) Snow Way Out! Pikachu's Goodbye The Battling Eevee Brothers Wake Up Snorlax! Showdown at Dark City The March of the Exeggutor Squad The Problem with Paras The Song of Jigglypuff Attack of the Prehistoric Pokémon A Chansey Operation Holy Matrimony! So Near, Yet So Farfetch'd Who Gets to Keep Togepi? Bulbasaur's Mysterious Garden Princess vs. Princess The Purr-fect Hero The Case of the K-9 Caper! Pokémon Paparazzi The Ultimate Test The Breeding Center Secret Riddle Me This Volcanic Panic Beach Blank-Out Blastoise The Misty Mermaid Clefairy Tales The Battle of the Badge It's Mr. Mime Time Showdown at the Po-ké Corral The Evolution Solution The Pi-Kahuna Pikachu short: Pikachu's Vacation Movie 1 Prequel: The Origin of Mewtwo/The Birth of Mewtwo Movie 1: Pokémon the First Movie - Mewtwo Strikes Back Make Room for Gloom Lights, Camera, Quack-tion! Go West Young Meowth To Master the Onixpected! Pikachu short: Christmas Night Pikachu short: Kanga Games The Ancient Puzzle of Pokémopolis Bad to the Bone All Fired Up! Round One - Begin! Fire and Ice The Fourth Round Rumble A Friend In Deed Friend and Foe Alike Friends to the End Pallet Party Panic
--------------------- Orange Islands --------------------- A Scare in the Air Poké Ball Peril The Lost Lapras Fit to be Tide Pikachu Re-Volts The Crystal Onix In the Pink Shell Shock! Stage Fight! Bye Bye Psyduck The Joy of Pokémon Navel Maneuvers Snack Attack A Shipful of Shivers Meowth Rules! Tracey Gets Bugged A Way Off Day Off The Mandarin Island Miss Match Wherefore Art Thou, Pokémon? Get Along, Little Pokémon The Mystery Menace Misty Meets Her Match Bound For Trouble Pikachu short: Pikachu's Rescue Adventure Movie 2: Pokémon the Movie 2000 - The Power of One Charizard Chills The Pokémon Water War Pokémon Food Fight! Pokémon Double Trouble The Wacky Watcher! he Stun Spore Detour Hello, Pummelo! Enter The Dragonite Viva Las Lapras The Underground Round Up A Tent Situation The Rivalry Revival
Johto League: ---------------------------- The Johto Journeys ---------------------------- Don't Touch That 'dile The Double Trouble Header A Sappy Ending Roll On, Pokémon! Illusion Confusion! Flower Power Spinarak Attack Snubbull Snobbery The Little Big Horn The Chikorita Rescue Pikachu short: Winter Games (Exists only in Japanese) Pikachu short: Stantler's Little Helpers (Exists only in Japanese) Once in a Blue Moon The Whistle Stop Slowking’s Day (Exists only in Japanese) Ignorance is Blissey A Bout With Sprout Fighting Flyer with Fire For Crying Out Loud Tanks a Lot! Charizard's Burning Ambitions Grin to Win! Chikorita's Big Upset Foul Weather Friends The Superhero Secret Mild 'n Wooly Wired for Battle! Good 'Quil Hunting A Shadow of a Drought Going Apricorn! Gettin' The Bugs Out A Farfetch'd Tale Tricks of the Trade The Fire-ing Squad! No Big Woop! Tunnel Vision Hour of the Houndour The Totodile Duel Hot Matches! Love, Totodile Style Fowl Play! Forest Grumps Pikachu short: Pikachu & Pichu Movie 3: Pokémon 3: The Movie - Spell of the Unown The Psychic Sidekicks! The Fortune Hunters
------------------------------------ Johto League Champions ------------------------------------ A Goldenrod Opportunity A Dairy Tale Ending Air Time! The Bug Stops Here Type Casting Fossil Fools Carrying On! Hassle in the Castle Two Hits and a Miss A Hot Water Battle Hook, Line, and Stinker Beauty and the Breeder A Better Pill to Swallow Power Play! Mountain Time Wobbu-Palooza! Imitation Confrontation The Trouble With Snubbull Ariados, Amigos Wings 'N' Things The Grass Route Pikachu short: Delibird's Dilemma Pikachu short: Snorlax Snowman Special: Mewtwo Returns The Apple Corp! Houndoom's Special Delivery A Ghost of a Chance From Ghost to Ghost Trouble's Brewing All That Glitters! The Light Fantastic UnBEARable Moving Pictures Spring Fever Freeze Frame The Stolen Stones! The Dunsparce Deception The Wayward Wobbuffet Sick Daze Ring Masters The Poké Spokesman Control Freak! The Art Of Pokémon The Heartbreak of Brock Current Events Turning Over A New Bayleef Doin' What Comes Natu-rally The Big Balloon Blow-Up The Screen Actor's Guilt Right on, Rhydon! The Kecleon Caper Pikachu short: Pikachu's PikaBoo Movie 4: Pokémon 4Ever - Celebi: Voice of the Forest The Joy of Water Pokémon Got Miltank? Fight for the Light! Machoke, Machoke Man!
-------------------- Master Quest -------------------- Around the Whirlpool Fly Me to the Moon Takin' It on the Chinchou A Corsola Caper! Mantine Overboard! Octillery The Outcast Dueling Heroes The Perfect Match! Plant It Now... Diglett Later Hi Ho Silver... Away! The Mystery is History A Parent Trapped! A Promise is a Promise Throwing in the Noctowl Nerves of Steelix! Bulbasaur... the Ambassador! Espeon, Not Included For Ho-Oh the Bells Toll! Extreme Pokémon! An EGG-sighting Adventure! Hatching a Plan Pokemon Chronicles: The Legend of Thunder (3 parts in total) Dues and Don'ts Just Waiting On a Friend A Tyrogue Full of Trouble Xatu the Future Talkin' 'Bout an Evolution Rage Of Innocence As Cold as Pryce Nice Pryce, Baby! Whichever Way the Wind Blows Some Like it Hot Hocus Pokémon As Clear as Crystal Same Old Song and Dance Enlighten Up! Will the Real Oak Please Stand Up? Wish Upon a Star Shape Outrageous Fortunes One Trick Phony! I Politoed Ya So! The Ice Cave! (Banned episode, exists only in Japanese) Beauty is Skin Deep Fangs for Nothin' Great Bowls of Fire! Better Eight Than Never Why? Why Not! Just Add Water Pikachu short: Camp Pikachu Movie 5: Pokémon Heroes Lapras of Luxury Hatch Me If You Can Entei at Your Own Risk A Crowning Achievement Here's Lookin' at You, Elekid You're a Star, Larvitar! Address Unown! Mother of All Battles Pop Goes The Sneasel A Claim to Flame! Love, Pokémon Style Tie One On! The Ties That Bind Can't Beat the Heat! Playing with Fire! Johto Photo Finish Gotta Catch Ya Later! Hoenn Alone!
Hoenn League: -------------- Advanced -------------- Get the Show on the Road A Ruin with a View Pokemon Chronicles: A Family That Battles Together, Stays Together!! There's no Place Like Hoenn Pokemon Chronicles: Cerulean Blues You Never Can Taillow Pokemon Chronicles: We're No Angels! In the Knicker of Time! A Poached Ego! Tree's a Crowd Pokemon Chronicles: Showdown at the Oak Corral! A Tail with a Twist Taming of the Shroomish You Said a Mouthful! A Bite to Remember The Lotad Lowdown All Things Bright and Beautifly! Pokemon Chronicles: The Blue Badge of Courage All in a Day's Wurmple Pokemon Chronicles: Of Meowth and Pokémon (Part 1) Pokemon Chronicles: Of Meowth and Pokémon (Part 2) Pokemon Chronicles: Trouble in Big Town Pokemon Chronicles: Big Meowth, Little Dreams (Part 1) Pokemon Chronicles: Big Meowth, Little Dreams (Part 2) Gonna Rule The School! Winner by a Nosepass Stairway to Devon On a Wingull and a Prayer! Sharpedo Attack! Pokemon Chronicles: Oak-Napped Brave the Wave Which Wurmple's Which? A Hole Lotta Trouble Gone Corphishin' A Corphish Out of Water A Mudkip Mission Turning Over a Nuzleaf A Three Team Scheme Seeing is Believing Ready, Willing and Sableye A Meditite Fight Just One of the Geysers Abandon Ship! Now that's Flower Power! Having a Wailord of a Time Win, Lose or Drew! Pikachu short: Gotta Dance!! Movie 6: Jirachi: Wish Maker The Spheal of Approval Jump for Joy A Different Kind of Misty! A Pokéblock Party! Watt's with Wattson Pokemon Chronicles: A Date With Delcatty
----------------------------- Advanced Challenge ----------------------------- What You Seed is What You Get Love at First Flight Let Bagons be Bagons The Princess and the Togepi A Togepi Mirage! Pokemon Chronicles: Training Daze! Pokemon Chronicles: Celebi & Joy! Candid Camerupt! Pokemon Chronicles: Journey To The Starting Line! I Feel Skitty! Zig Zag Zangoose Maxxed Out! Pros and Con Artists Come What May! Cheer Pressure Game Winning Assist Fight for the Meteorite Poetry Commotion! Going, Going, Yawn Going for a Spinda All Torkoal, No Play Manectric Charge Delcatty Got Your Tongue Disaster of Disguise Disguise Da Limit Take the Lombre Home True Blue Swablu Gulpin it Down Exploud and Clear Go Go Ludicolo! Pokemon Chronicles: Putting The Air Back In Aerodactyl! A Double Dilemma Love, Petalburg Style! Balance of Power A Six Pack Attack! The Bicker the Better Grass Hysteria! Hokey Pokéballs Whiscash and Ash Me, Myself and Time A Fan with a Plan! Cruisin' for a Losin' Pearls are a Spoink's Best Friend! That's Just Swellow Take This House and Shuppet A Shroomish Skirmish Unfair-Weather Friends Who's Flying Now? Sky High Gym Battle! Movie 7: Destiny Deoxys Lights, Camerupt, Action! Crazy as a Lunatone Pikachu short: Pikachu's Summer Festival (Exists only in Japanese) The Garden of Eatin' A Scare to Remember Pokéblock, Stock and Berry Lessons in Lilycove Judgment Day!
----------------------- Advanced Battle ----------------------- Clamperl of Wisdom Pokemon Chronicles: Luvdisc Is A Many Splendored Thing The Relicanth Really Can Pokemon Chronicles:Those Darn Electabuzz! The Evolutionary War Pokemon Chronicles:The Search for a Legend Training Wrecks Gaining Groudon The Scuffle of Legends It's Still Rocket Roll to Me! Solid as a Solrock Shaking Island Battle! Barboach VS Whishcash!! (Never aired, completely non-existent) Vanity Affair Where's Armaldo? A Cacturne for the Worse Claydol Big and Tall Once in a Mawile Beg, Burrow and Steal Absol-ute Disaster Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it Snorunt Do I Hear a Ralts? The Great Eight Fate! Eight Ain't Enough Showdown at Linoone Who, What, When, Where, Wynaut? Date Expectations! Mean With Envy Pacifidlog Jam Berry, Berry Interesting Pikachu short: Pokémon 3D Adventure: Find Mew! (Exists only in Japanese) Less is Morrison The Ribbon Cup Caper! Satoshi and Haruka! Heated Battles of Hoenn!! (Only a clip, exists only in Japanese) Hi Ho Silver Wind! Deceit and Assist Rhapsody in Drew Island Time Like a Meowth to a Flame Saved by the Beldum From Brags to Riches Shocks and Bonds A Judgment Brawl Choose It or Lose It! At the End of the Fray The Scheme Team
Kanto Battle Frontier:
The Right Place and the Right Mime A Real Cleffa-Hanger Movie 8: Lucario and the Mystery of Mew Numero Uno Articuno The Symbol Life Pikachu short: Pikachu's Ghost Carnival (Exists only in Japanese) Hooked on Onix Rough, Tough Jigglypuff On Cloud Arcanine Sitting Psyduck Hail to the Chef Caterpie's Big Dilemma The Saffron Con A Hurdle for Squirtle Pasta La Vista Special: Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: Team Go Getters Out of the Gate!
--------------------- Battle Frontier --------------------- Fear Factor Phony Sweet Baby James A Chip Off the Old Brock Wheel... of Frontier! May's Egg-cellent Adventure! The Mastermind of Mirage Pokémon Weekend Warrior On Olden Pond Tactics Theatrics! Reversing the Charges The Green Guardian From Cradle to Save Time-Warp Heals All Wounds Queen of the Serpentine Off the Unbeaten Path Harley Rides Again Odd Pokémon Out Spontaneous Combusken Cutting the Ties that Bind Ka Boom with a View! King and Queen for a Day Curbing the Crimson Tide What I Did for Love Three Jynx and a Baby Talking a Good Game Second Time's the Charm Pokémon Ranger - Deoxys Crisis! (Part 1) Pokémon Ranger - Deoxys Crisis! (Part 2) All That Glitters is Not Golden New Plot - Odd Lot Going for Choke The Ole' Berate and Switch Grating Spaces Battling the Enemy Within Slaking Kong Pikachu short: Pikachu's Ocean Adventure May, We Harley Drew'd Ya! Thinning the Hoard Channeling the Battle Zone Aipom & Circumstance Movie 9: Pokémon Ranger and the Temple of the Sea Strategy Tomorrow - Comedy Tonight! Duels of the Jungle Pikachu short: Pikachu's Island Adventure Overjoyed! The Unbeatable Lightness of Seeing Pinch Healing Gathering the Gang of Four Pace - The Final Frontier Once More with Reeling Home is Where the Start is
Sinnoh League: --------------------------- Diamond and Pearl --------------------------- Following A Maiden's Voyage! Two Degrees of Separation! When Pokémon Worlds Collide! Dawn Of A New Era! Gettin' Twiggy With It! Different Strokes for Different Blokes! Like It or Lup It! Gymbaliar! Setting the World on its Buneary! Not on MY Watch Ya Don't! Mounting a Coordinator Assault! Arrival of a Rival! A Staravia Is Born! Leave It To Brocko! Shapes of Things to Come! A Gruff Act to Follow! Wild in the Streets! O'er the Rampardos We Watched! Twice Smitten, Once Shy! Mutiny in the Bounty! Ya See We Want An Evolution! Borrowing on Bad Faith! Faced With Steelix Determination! Cooking up a Sweet Story! Oh Do You Know the Poffin Plan! Getting the Pre-Contest Titters! Settling a Not-So-Old Score! Drifloon on the Wind! The Champ Twins! Some Enchanted Sweetening! The Grass-Type Is Always Greener! An Angry Combeenation! All Dressed Up With Somewhere To Go! Buizel Your Way Out Of This! An Elite Meet And Greet! A Secret Sphere of Influence! The Grass Menagerie! One Big Happiny Family! Steamboat Willies! Movie 10: The Rise of Darkrai Top-Down Training! A Stand-Up Sit-Down! Pikachu short: Pikachu's Exploration Club (Exists only in Japanese) The Electrike Company! Malice In Wonderland! Mass Hip-Po-Sis! Ill-Will Hunting! A Maze-ing Race! Sandshrew's Locker! Satoshi and Hikari! Facing a New Adventure!! (Only a clip; Exists only in Japanese) Dawn's Early Night! Tag! We're It...! Glory Blaze! Smells Like Team Spirit!
------------------------------------------------- Diamond & Pearl: Battle Dimension ------------------------------------------------- Tears For Fears! Once There Were Greenfields Throwing the Track Switch The Keystone Pops! Bibarel Gnaws Best! Nosing 'Round the Mountain! Luxray Vision! Journey to the Unown! Team Shocker! Tanks for the Memories! Hot Springing a Leak! Riding the Winds of Change! Sleight of Sand! Lost Leader Strategy! Crossing the Battle Line! A Triple Fighting Chance! Enter Galactic! The Bells Are Singing! Pokémon Ranger and the Kidnapped Riolu! (Part 1) Pokémon Ranger and the Kidnapped Riolu! (Part 2) Crossing Paths Pika and Goliath! Special: Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of Time & Darkness Special: Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of Sky – Beyond Time & Darkness Our Cup Runneth Over! A Full Course Tag Battle! Staging A Heroes' Welcome! Pruning a Passel of Pals!! Strategy With a Smile! The Thief That Keeps on Thieving! Chim-Charred! Cream of the Croagunk Crop! A Crasher Course in Power! Hungry For the Good Life! Fighting Fear with Fear!! Arriving in Style! Movie 11: Giratina and the Sky Warrior The Psyduck Stops Here! Pikachu short: Pikachu's Ice Adventure Camping It Up! Up Close and Personable! Ghoul Daze! One Team, Two Team Red Team, Blue Team! A Lean Mean Team Rocket Machine! Playing The Leveling Field! Doc Brock! Battling The Generation Gap! Losing Its Lustrous! Double Team Turnover! If the Scarf Fits, Wear It! A Trainer and Child Reunion! Aiding the Enemy! Barry's Busting Out All Over! Shield with a Twist! Jumping Rocket Ship! Sleepless In Pre-Battle!
----------------------------------------------- Diamond & Pearl: Galactic Battles ----------------------------------------------- Get Your Rotom Running! A Breed Stampede! Ancient Family Matters! Dealing with Defensive Types! Leading a Stray! Steeling Peace of Mind! Saving the World from Ruins! Cheers on Castaways Isle! Hold the Phione! Another One Gabites the Dust! Stealing the Conversation! The Drifting Snorunt! Noodles! Roamin' Off! Pursuing a Lofty Goal! Trials and Adulations! Mysterious Creatures: Pocket Monsters (Only a clip; Exists only in Japanese) The Lonely Snover! Stopped in the Name of Love! Old Rivals, New Tricks! To Thine Own Pokémon Be True! Battling a Cute Drama! Classroom Training! Sliding Into Seventh! A Pyramiding Rage! Pillars of Friendship! Frozen on Their Tracks! Pedal to the Mettle! Evolving Strategies! Uncrushing Defeat! Promoting Healthy Tangrowth! Beating the Bustle and Hustle! Movie 12: Arceus and the Jewel of Life Gateway to Ruin! Pikachu short: Pikachu's Big Sparking Search (Exists only in Japanese) Three Sides to Every Story! Strategy Begins at Home! A Faux Oak Finish! Historical Mystery Tour! Challenging a Towering Figure! Where No Togepi Has Gone Before! An Egg Scramble! Gone With the Windworks! A Rivalry to Gible On! Dressed for Jess Success! Bagged Then Tagged! Try for the Family Stone! Sticking With Who You Know! Unlocking the Red Chain of Events! The Needs of the Three! The Battle Finale of Legend! The Treasure Is All Mine! Mastering Current Events! Double-Time Battle Training! A Meteoric Rise to Excellence! Gotta Get a Gible!
-------------------------------------------------------- Diamond & Pearl: Sinnoh League Victors -------------------------------------------------------- Regaining the Home Advantage! Short and To the Punch! A Marathon Rivalry! Yes in Dee Dee, It's Dawn! Playing the Performance Encore! Fighting Ire with Fire! Piplup, Up and Away! Flint Sparks the Fire! The Fleeing Tower of Sunyshore! Special: Pokémon Ranger: Guardian Signs (Part One) Special: Pokémon Ranger: Guardian Signs (Part Two) Teaching the Student Teacher! Keeping In Top Forme! Pokémon Ranger: Heatran Rescue! An Elite Coverup! Dawn of a Royal Day! With the Easiest of Grace! Dealing With a Fierce Double Ditto Drama! Last Call — First Round! Opposites Interact! Coming Full Festival Circle! A Grand Fight for Winning! For The Love Of Meowth! Movie 13: Zoroark: Master of Illusions The Eighth Wonder of the Sinnoh World! Four Roads Diverged in a Pokémon Port! Bucking the Treasure Trend! Pikachu short: Pikachu's Big Mysterious Adventure (Exists only in Japanese) An Old Family Blend! League Unleashed! Casting a Paul on Barry! Working on a Right Move! Familiarity Breeds Strategy! A Real Rival Rouser! Battling a Thaw in Relations! The Semi-Final Frontier! The Brockster Is In! Memories are Made of Bliss!
Unova League: ------------------- Black & White ------------------- In The Shadow of Zekrom! Enter Iris and Axew! A Sandile Gusher of Change! The Battle Club and Tepig's Choice! Triple Leaders, Team Threats! Dreams by the Yard Full! Snivy Plays Hard to Catch! Saving Darmanitan From the Bell! The Bloom Is on Axew! A Rival Battle for Club Champ! A Home for Dwebble! Here Comes the Trubbish Squad! Minccino-Neat and Tidy! A Night in the Nacrene City Museum! The Battle According to Lenora! Rematch at the Nacrene Gym! Scraggy-Hatched to Be Wild! Sewaddle and Burgh in Pinwheel Forest! Special: Dawn - Setting off on a New Journey! (Exists only in Japanese) Special: Pewter Gym - The Greatest Crisis Ever! (Exists only in Japanese) A Connoisseur's Revenge! Dancing With the Ducklett Trio! The Lost World of Gothitelle! A Venipede Stampede! Team Rocket VS Team Plasma! (Part 1) (Never aired; Completely non-existent) Team Rocket VS Team Plasma! (Part 2) (Never aired; Completely non-existent) Battling For The Love of Bug-Types! Emolga the Irresistible! Emolga and the New Volt Switch! Scare at the Litwick Mansion! The Dragon Master's Path! Oshawott's Lost Scalchop! Cottonee in Love! A UFO for Elgyem! Ash and Trip's Third Battle! Facing Fear with Eyes Wide Open! Iris and Excadrill Against the Dragon Buster! Gotta Catch A Roggenrola! Where Did You Go, Audino? Archeops In The Modern World! A Fishing Connoisseur in a Fishy Competition! Pikachu short: Pikachu's Summer Bridge Story (Exists only in Japanese) Movie 14: White—Victini and Zekrom Movie 14: Black—Victini and Reshiram Movie Time! Zorua in "The Legend of the Pokémon Knight"! Reunion Battles In Nimbasa! Cilan Versus Trip, Ash Versus Georgia! The Club Battle Hearts of Fury: Emolga Versus Sawk! Club Battle Finale: A Hero's Outcome! Meowth's Scrafty Tactics! Purrloin: Sweet or Sneaky? Beheeyem, Duosion, and the Dream Thief! The Beartic Mountain Feud! Crisis from the Underground Up! Battle for the Underground!
------------------------------------------ Black & White: Rival Destinies ------------------------------------------ Enter Elesa, Electrifying Gym Leader! Dazzling the Nimbasa Gym! Lost at the Stamp Rally! Ash Versus the Champion! A Maractus Musical! The Four Seasons of Sawsbuck! Scraggy and the Demanding Gothita! The Lonely Deino! The Mighty Accelguard to the Rescue! A Call for Brotherly Love! Stopping the Rage of Legends! (Part 1) Stopping the Rage of Legends! (Part 2) Battling the King of the Mines! Crisis at Chargestone Cave! Evolution Exchange Excitement! Explorers of the Hero's Ruin! Battling the Bully! Baffling the Bouffalant! Cilan Takes Flight! An Amazing Aerial Battle! Climbing the Tower of Success! The Clubsplosion Begins! Search for the Clubultimate! A Clubsplosion of Excitement! Commanding the Clubsplosion Crown! Battling the Leaf Thieves! A Restoration Confrontation! (Part 1) A Restoration Confrontation! (Part 2) Evolution by Fire! Guarding the Guardian of the Mountain! Caution: Icy Battle Conditions! Clash of the Connoisseurs! Crisis at Ferroseed Research! An Epic Defense Force! Rocking the Virbank Gym! (Part 1) Rocking the Virbank Gym! (Part 2) All for the Love of Meloetta! Piplup, Pansage, and a Meeting of the Times! Pikachu short: Sing Meloetta: Search for the Rinka Berries (Exists only in Japanese) Expedition to Onix Island! Pikachu short: Meloetta's Moonlight Serenade The Mystery of the Missing Cubchoo! Iris and the Rogue Dragonite! Jostling for the Junior Cup! Battling Authority Once Again! Ash, Iris and Trip: Then There Were Three! Goodbye, Junior Cup - Hello Adventure! The Road to Humilau! Unrest at the Nursery! Meloetta and the Undersea Temple! Unova's Survival Crisis! Movie 15: Kyurem VS. The Sword of Justice
-------------------------------------------------- Black & White: Adventures in Unova -------------------------------------------------- Beauties Battling for Pride and Prestige! A Surface to Air Tag Battle Team! A Village Homecoming! Drayden Versus Iris: Past, Present, and Future! Team Eevee and the Pokémon Rescue Squad! Curtain Up, Unova League! Mission: Defeat Your Rival! Lost at the League! Strong Strategy Steals the Show! Cameron's Secret Weapon! A Unova League Evolution!
-------------------------------------------------------------------- Black & White: Adventures in Unova (Episode N) -------------------------------------------------------------------- New Places... Familiar Faces! The Name's N! There's a New Gym Leader in Town! Team Plasma's Pokémon Power Plot! The Light of Floccesy Ranch! Saving Braviary! The Pokémon Harbor Patrol! The Fires of a Red-Hot Reunion! Team Plasma's Pokémon Manipulation! Secrets From Out of the Fog! Meowth, Colress and Team Rivalry! Ash and N: A Clash of Ideals! Team Plasma and the Awakening Ceremony! What Lies Beyond Truth and Ideals!
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Black & White: Adventures in Unova and Beyond (Decolora Adventure!) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Farewell, Unova! Setting Sail for New Adventures! Danger, Sweet as Honey! Cilan and the Case of the Purrloin Witness! Crowning the Scalchop King! The Island of Illusions! To Catch a Rotom! The Pirates of Decolore! Butterfree and Me! The Path That Leads to Goodbye! Searching for a Wish! Capacia Island UFO! Pikachu short: Eevee & Friends Special: Mewtwo — Prologue to Awakening Movie 16: Genesect and The Legend Awakened The Journalist from Another Region! Mystery on a Deserted Island! A Pokémon of a Different Color! Celebrating the Hero's Comet! Go, Go Gogoat! Team Rocket's Shocking Recruit! Survival of the Striaton Gym! Best Wishes Until We Meet Again! The Dream Continues! Special: Cilan and Brock! Gyarados's Outrage!! (Exists only in Japanese)
Pokemon Origins: File 1 - Red Pokemon Origins: File 2 - Cubone Pokemon Origins: File 3 - Giovanni Pokemon Origins: File 4 - Charizard
Kalos League: ---------------------------------- Pokemon the Series: XY ---------------------------------- Kalos, Where Dreams and Adventures Begin! Lumiose City Pursuit! A Battle of Aerial Mobility! A Shockingly Cheeky Friendship! A Blustery Santalune Gym Battle! Battling on Thin Ice! Giving Chase at the Rhyhorn Race! Grooming Furfrou! Clemont's Got a Secret! Mega-Mega Meowth Madness! The Bamboozling Forest! To Catch a Pokémon Smuggler! Kindergarten Chaos! Seeking Shelter From the Storm! An Appetite for Battle! A Jolting Switcheroo! A Rush of Ninja Wisdom! Awakening the Sleeping Giant! A Conspiracy to Conquer! Special: Mega Evolution Special I Breaking Titles at the Chateau! Special: Iris vs Ibuki! The Road to Become a Dragon Master! (Exists only in Japanese) A Pokévision Things to Come! Going for the Gold! Coming Back into the Cold! An Undersea Palace to Call Home! Climbing the Walls! A Battle by Any Other Name! To Find a Fairy Flower! The Bonds of Evolution! Heroes-Friends and Faux Alike! Mega Revalations! The Cave of Trials! The Aura Storm! Calling from Beyond the Aura!
The Bonds of Mega Evolution! The Forest Champion! Special: Diancie – Princess of the Diamond Domain Battles in the Sky! The Cave of Mirrors! Forging Forrest Friendships! Pikachu Short: What’s This Key? Movie 17: Diancie and the Cocoon of Destruction Summer of Discovery! Day Three Blockbusters! Foggy Pokémon Orienteering! Battling into the Hall of Fame! Origins of Mega Evolution! Showdown at the Shalour Gym! Splitting Heirs! The Clumsy Crier Quiets the Chaos! Dreaming a Performer’s Dream! A Campus Reunion! Bonnie fort he Defense! Special: Mega Evolution Special II
--------------------- XY Kalos Quest --------------------- Pathways to Performance Partnering! When Light and Dark Collide! A Stealthy Challenge! A Race for Home! Facing the Grand Design! A Slippery Encounter! One fort he Goomy! Thawing an Icy Panic! The Green, Green Grass Types of Home! Under the Pleging Tree! A Showcase Debut! An Oasis of Hope! The Future Is Now, Thanks to Determination! A Fork in the Road! A Parting of the Ways! Battling with Elegance and a Big Smile! Special: Mega Evolution Special III Good Friends! Great Training! Confronting the Darkness! The Moment of Lumiose Truth! Garchomp’s Mega Bond! Defending the Homeland! Beyond the Rainbow! So You’re Having a Bad Day! Scary Hospitality! A Fashionable Battle! Fairy-Type Trickery Rivals: Today and Tomorrow! A Not-So-Flying Start! A Relay in the Sky! Lights! Camera! Pika! Special: Hoopa The Mischief Pokémon A Frenzied Factory Fiasco! Performing with Fiery Charm! Rotom’s Wish! Pikachu Short: Pikcachu and the Pokémon Music Squad Movie 18: Hoopa and the Clash of Ages! A Festival Trade! A Festival Farewell? Over the Mountain of Snow! Adventures in Running Errands! Mending a Broken Spirit! A Legendary Photo Op! The Tiny Caretaker! A Trip Down Memory Train! A Frolicking Find in the Flowers! Tag Team Battle Inspiration! A Performance Pop Quiz! Cloudy Fate, Bright Future! Special: Mega Evolution Special IV
----- XYZ ----- From A to Z! Love Strikes! Eevee, Yikes! A Giga Battle with Mega Results! A Fiery Rite of Passage! Dream a Little Dream from Me! The Legend of the Ninja Hero! A Festival of Decisions! A Dancing Debut! Meeting at Terminus Cave! A Cellular Connection! A Windswept Encounter! Party Dancecapades! A Meeting of Two Journeys! An Explosive Operation! A Watershed Moment! Master Class Choices! An Electrifying Rage! Unlocking some Respect! Master Class Is in Session! Performing a Pathway to the Future! A Keeper for Keeps? Battling at Full Volume! The Synchronicity Test! Making Friends and Influencing Villains! Championing a Research Battle! A Full-Strength Battle Surprise! All Hail the Ice Battlefield Seeing the Forest for the Trees! A Real Icebreaker! Movie 19: Volcanion and the Mechanical Marvel! A Diamond in the Rough! A Gaggle of Gadget Greatness! A League of His Own! Valuable Experience for All! Analysis Versus Passion! A Riveting Rivalry! Kalos League Passion with a Certain Flare! Finals Not for the Faint-Hearted! Down to the Fiery Finish! A Towering Takeover! Coming Apart at the Dreams! The Right Hero for the Right Job! Rocking Kalos Defenses! Forming a More Perfect Union! Battling With a Clean Slate! The First Day of the Rest of Your Life! Facing the Needs of the Many! Till We Comete Again! Special: The Legend of X,Y and Z! Special: The Strongest Duo! Citron and Dent!
Alola League: ----------------------------------------------- Pokemon the Series: Sun & Moon ----------------------------------------------- Alola to New Adventure! The Guardian’s Challenge! Loading the Dex! First Catch in Alola, Ketchum-Style! Yo, Ho, Ho! Go, Popplio! A Shocking Grocery Run! Pokémon Generations: The Adventure Pokémon Generations: The Chase Pokémon Generations: The Challenger Pokémon Generations: The Lake of Rage Pokémon Generations: The Legacy Pokémon Generations: The Reawakening That’s Why the Litten is a Scamp! Pokémon Generations: The Vision Pokémon Generations: The Cavern Pokémon Generations: The Scoop Pokémon Generations: The Old Chateau Pokémon Generations: The New World Pokémon Generations: The Magma Stone Lillie’s Egg-xhilarating Challenge! Top Top a Totem! Trial and Tribulation! Young Kiawe Had a Farm! Pokémon Generations: The Uprising Pokémon Generations: The Frozen World Pokémon Generations: The King Returns The Sun, the Scare, the Secret Lair! Pokémon Generations: The Beauty Eternal Pokémon Generations: The Investigation Pokémon Generations: The Redemption Racing to a Big Event! Getting to Know You! ???????????????????????????????????????????????????? Rocking Clawmark Hill! They Might Not Be Giants! Crystal-Clear Sleuthing! A Seasoned Search! A Guardian Rematch! ???????????????????????????????????????????????? Partner Promises! One Journey Ends, Another Begins… A Shivering Shovel Search! Getting the Band Back Together! Alolan Open House! A Team-on-Team Tussle! So Long Sophocles! A Glaring Rivalry! Pulling Out the Pokémon Base Pepper! ??????????????????????????????????????????????? Lulled to La-La Land! The Ol’Raise and Switch! The Island Whisperer! Treasure Hunt, Akala Style! Big Sky, Small Fry! Movie 20: I Choose You A Crowning Moment of Truth! Currying Favor and Flavor! Trials and Determinations! Rising from the Ruins! Mimikyu Unmasked! Mallow and the Forest Teacher! Balloons, Brionne, and Belligerence! Mounting an Electrifying Charge! Alola, Kanto! When Regions Collide! ???????????????????????????????????????????
------------------------------------------- Sun & Moon: Ultra Adventures ------------------------------------------- A Dream Encounter! Now You See Them, Now You Don’t! Deceiving Appearances! A Masked Warning! Night of a Thousand Poses! Mission: Total Recall! Faba’s Revenge! Family Determination! Revealing the Stuff of Legend! Rescuing the Unwilling! 10,000,000 Reasons to Fight! The Professors’ New Adventure! Let Sleeping Pokémon Lie! ??????????????????????????????????????????? The Dex Can’t Help It! Fighting Back the Tears! Tasting the Bitter with the Sweet! Getting a Jump on the Competition! A Mission of Ultra Urgency! Acting True to Form! Pushing the Fiery Envelope! Satoshi and Nagetukesaru! Touchdown of Friendship!! (Exists only in Japanese) Turning Heads and Training Hard! Smashing with Sketch! Love at First Twirl! ????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Real Life…Inquire Within! Rise and Shine, Starship! The Young Flame Strikes Back! Dewpider Ascending! Sours for the Sweet! Why Not Give Me a Z-Ring Sometime! Tough Guy Trials! Some Kind of Laziness! Guiding an Awakening! Twirling with a Bang! Showering the World with Love! Not Caving Under Pressure! A Young Royal Flame Ignites! Movie 21: The Power of Us All They Want to Do is Dance Dance! Dummy, You Shrunk the Kids! The Shape of Love to Come! The Long Vault Home! I Choose paradise! Filling the Light with Darkness! Full Moon and Many Arms! The Prism Between Light and Darkness! Securing the Future! A Plethora of Pikachu! Turning the Other Mask!
---------------------------------------- Sun & Moon: Ultra Legends: ---------------------------------------- Lillier and the Staff! A Haunted House for Everyone! Sparking Confusion! Don’t Ignore the Small Stufful! No Stone Unturned! Bright Lights, Big Changes! We Know Where You’re Going, Evee! Battling the Beast Within! Parallel Friendships! Alola,Alola! ?????????????????????????????????????????????? Heart of Fire! Heart of Stone! That’s Some Spicy Island Research! Showdown on Poni Island! Evolving Research! Run, Heroes, Run! Memories in the Mist! A Grand Debut! Keeping Your Eyes on the Ball! Show Me the Metal! Got Meltan? This Magik Moment! Beauty is Only Crystal Deep! The Dealer of Destruction! The Secret Princess! Drawn with the Wind! Aiming for the Top Floor! A High-Speed Awakening! The One That didn’t Get Away! Recipe for Success! Spying for the Big Guy! A Fiery Training Camp Trick! Living on the Cutting Edge! A Timeless Encounter! Pikachu’s Exciting Adventure! Chasing Memories, Creating Dreams! League Offenders and Defenders! Battle Royal 151! Movie: Mewtwo Strikes Back­ - Evolution Battling Besties! The Battlefield of Truth and Love! Imitation Is the Sincerest Form of Strategy! Battling on the Wing! The Road to the Semifinals! The Final Four! Getting Down to The Ire! The Wisdom Not to Run! Final Rivals! Enter the Campion! Z-Move Showdown! Exhibition Unmasked! A Full Battle Bounty! Fiery Surprises! From Z to Shinning Z! Dreams of the Sun and Moon! Thank You, Alola! The Journey Continues!
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2020.11.02 06:08 ThatTr1F0rceGuy2nd Tales of Specter (Chapter 20, Part 2)

The Time Orb is sealed by a giant container with tubes that powered the Clocktower.
"Hmm, no signs of Axelegore and his Orders..." Specter said. "Maybe they're kinda late..." Darkcrow replied. "I agreed with that. Let's get the Time Orb before he and his orders get here!" Victor said.
"Let's get this open!" Specter said.
They start trying to break it open, but it's too sturdy.
"You can't open the container... " A voice coming from the hallway...
The 12 Months appeared in their back!
"Months!" Darkcrow shouted.
"Don't break that containers! It our heart!" The Months said. "What?" Specter shocked. "You'll kill us! You'll destroy our souls! You must not open it!" The Months said. "What do you mean? We here to save from Axelegore by getting the 12 Orbs!" Specter said. "Orb? You've come to try get the Time Orb?" The Months asked. "Yeah, why?" Specter asked. "I'm afraid not..." The Months sadly said. "What?! You've gotta be kidding!" Specter said.
"Look, you cannot get the Time Orb! It's our heart and all of the Minute from down there! You want the Time Orb! Come and get it!" The 12 Months angrily said as they combined them into The Years!
"I don't think so! You'll have to go back to where you came from! I won't let you stop me from getting the Time Orb!" Specter said.
"SHOW ME! Show me, you're worthy to get the Time Orb!" The Years said.
The Years formed into a giant battle mecha made out of armor and weapons to fight Specter, Darkcrow and the rest.
"HERE WE GO!" Specter shouted!
Specter charged his weapons to the Years!
"I'll take you on for that!" Victor said as he shot a magic bolt from his finger!
The bolt hit Year's chest plate and sent him backwards.
"Argh! They got Magi-Proof armor!" Victor said. "I have the element of surprise! I'll take you on Victor!" Flameflower shouted!
She shoot a fireball at Year's head.
The Year is flinched and blind with all the black smoke come out from Flameflower Fireball! He was trying to get back up... But his head on the helmet was on fire, causing him to lose his balance and fall on the ground.
"Ha ha ha!" Flameflower laughed. The Years use his chain punch to target Flameflower! She dodge a little too late and the chain went through her stomach! She fell backwards on the ground.
"Aagh!" Flameflower hurt! "You alright Flameflower?" Lily asked. "Yeah..." Flameflower said.
The Years get back on his track and change his weapons into Rocket Launcher!
"Come on out Victor, you can't beat me." Years said.
Victor slowly came out of his hiding, while Specter is behind.
"I want that Orb!" Specter shouted.
The Years grabbed Specter arm and throw him into the wall!
"AAGH!" Specter shouted.
Year's turn his back on Specter and charge him, with his rocket launcher raised! "Force Field!" Melody shouted as she cast Force Field to support Specter!
The Years was about to hit Specter with his weapon when his body was stopped by a glowing shield! It wasn't his own personal shield, it's the entire team's shield!
The Years use his Metal Arms to smack Specter Shield! It broke and Specter fell to the floor, then the metal arms grabbed him and threw him on the wall.
"AAAGH!" Specter shouted as he clung to life.
Shiva shoot her bow at The Years back! She hit him in the right shoulder and the impact blew his back, it's like a small bomb just exploded inside his body, knock him to the floor.
"ARGHH!" The Years shouted as his Month splitted into 6 Months!
Melody and Victor charge each other as their weapons clashed with the others! They both seemed stronger than the previous battle, almost like they've had training!
"Stormy Sea Blast!" Melody and Victor shouted as they cast a Water and Electric Magi Fusion! But suddenly, The Years chestplate charged with a Magi-Counter Blast!
The lightning hit Victor, but the Water hit Melody!
"AAGGGHHHH!" Melody shouted as she fell to the floor and rolled in pain.
Darkcrow grabbed Victor and Melody!
"Flameflower! Watch out!" Darkcrow shouted as he ran away with Victor and Melody from Years!
Flameflower shoot a Fire Notes at the Years!
The Years dealed a massive damage to the head! It burned and melted it! And the Year continued to charge, even while having a melted head!
Shiva shoot her arrows at the Years, but they were melted by Years melted head!
The Years transformed into a Flaming Machine! It grabbed Darkcrow with his burning metal hands and threw him to the wall like a ragdoll.
"AAAGGGGHHHH!" Darkcrow screamedas he dropped Victor and Melody from the floors!
Melody cast a Force Field again to Darkcrow! But he was still being crushed by The Year!
"I GOT THIS DARKCROW!" Roger suddenly shouted as he transformed into his Overdrive Mode!
Roger charged his super punch to punched The Years in the Chest!
"Gigalorgigalorg!" The Year said as it's chest was damaged!
"WHAT A WORTHY OPPONENT! BUT I'M NOT DONE YET!" The Years shouted.
The Year began to charge again, but Roger charged himself in an Energy Blades!
"Don't forget about me!" Specter appeared in his back!
But this was not enough to stop The Year! It ordered his minion from his body to grab them!
"This is one of the toughest opponents I've faced!" The Year said. "BUT I'M NEVER GIVE UP FOR MY LIFE!" The Year shouted!
The minions kicked Roger and Specter into the Door, shattering it into Pieces!
"AUGH!" Specter shouted.
The Year charged to Roger and Specter! Darkcrow is appeared behind casting a Shadow Trap from behind!
"INHERIT THE TORMENT OF SHADOWS!" He shouted as the minions were trapped!
"Never!" They shouted as they fought off Shadows!
The Year transformed again into a Shadow Machine! It grabbed Roger and Specter and throw them into the air with their Shadows!
"AUGH!" Specter shouted as his body hit the Floor. It fired a stream of Shadows at Roger and Specter! They could do nothing!
"Gagagaga!" The Year said as it began to laugh manically!
"Lightning Javelin!" Victor throw a Lightning Javelin in his back!
"AUGH!" The Year shouted as he fell to the Back!
"Gilgigigigigig!" The Year began to scream at his groin!
The Year absorbed the Lightning to powered up his body! Victor and Specter were knocked out by the shock of the hit, but are back up quickly!
"You dare attack me with that lightning magi, you ungrateful wretch!" The Year shouted.
"Just give me that stupid Time Orb!" Specter shouted.
"Never! First I'll kill you both then I'll finish off these fools! But you're in the way, you have to die!" The Year said.
"NEVER!" He shouted and transformed again into his Reaper Form!
"You see, I'm going to enjoy killing you, because I am the best and I am the top predator!" The Year said in a sadistic tone.
"DON'T SAY THAT, YOU MAKING ME JEALOUS!" Specter angrily shouted.
"Tch, I don't care. You're going to die." The Year said as he took out his axe and charge towards Specter who was barely dodging the attacks of the other three.
"SOUL SPLIT!" Specter in his Reaper Form split into 2 Specter!
"Gigalol! I'm going to enjoy killing these copies!" The Year laughed as he attacked both of them.
Both Specters combined their attacks while the Year fights off the originals.
Lily appeared and trap the Year with her Demonic Portal!
"Specter, finish him off! Now!" Lily shouted.
"Interesting." The Year said and dodge the attacks of the Specters who were trying to kill him.
"Come on, Let's finish this!" 2 Specters said and charge towards to The Years.
"Shadow Barrier!" The Years blocked them with Shadow Barrier!
"Ha, your little magic tricks won't save you this time!" The Years said.
The Years continued to dodge the attacks of the Specters as he charged towards them, laughing insanely.
"With the Shadow Machine! I can move my body with a light speed!" The Years said.
By now, both of them were next to each other and The Year raised his axe.
"For the Time Orb!" He yelled and swing down his axe.
BAM!
"SPECTER!" Everyone shouted! "Heh, I did it! I killed that thief for the Time Orb!" The Years happily said.
Suddenly...
"WHAT?!" The Years shouted at him. Specter as he on normal self again is holding the axe up, he breathing loudly and shouted "I WILL NOT DIE!"
Then, The Years let go of the neck and drop the axe as his hand exploded.
The Shadow Barrier disappear, too.
The Year is coughing metal parts and situations is serious.
The Years look at him with anger, then falls to the floor and start mumbling things that he couldn't understand.
"WHAT IS THIS?!?" The Year said. "It's the power of the Hades Magi. It's has a power of darkness, death and lost..." Specter explained about his Magi...
"Hmmmmm..." The Years stopped and thinking about himself and said "But you're still not dying... but your hand... and despair from your past and future..."
"It's my gift to save the Lairon Region and my families. To save your life from Axelegore... He will reset this fantasy world into a reality world!" Specter said.
"I don't understand... but this is very powerful." The Year said.
"But, I have to say... You are now worthy to take the Time Orb... Take my life and my risks for our machinery life..."Thanks... Even I am not worthy!" Specter said.
"Don't be so sure of that..." The Year smiled at him for the last time before he takes the Time Orb. Specter slowly walked through the giant containers and grab the Time Orb...
"Hey, little boy... Avenged us from that Axelegore..." The Years happily said as they deactivated in a seconds...
The Years thought that what they have done was for the best of course. But, even if it was for the best, not everything is clear as day. Specter believed that he had to risk his life for this machinery life, why?
Well, because not everything was so bright in his past, present and future.
"I can't believe, He sacrifice himself for you..." Melody sadly said. "Oh, he didn't sacrifice himself for us, for me. He did it for himself, just like I will do everything for myself." Specter said.
Time Orb is glowing with purple electric on Specter Hand... I can feel the power!
He then grabs the Time Orb and throws it into the air with force... And then, he catches it again and then throws it on the open air.
The purple electric is gone, and now it's just a normal purple glow.
"Now, I'm ready to start my next stage of life to defeat Axelegore and save Lairon!" Specter happily said.
Suddenly, The Orders break through the windows!
Gruz trapped Victor, Shiva and Flameflower with his Dark Magi!
Cogwheel with his invention M-6 trapped Darkcrow and Roger!
Sarantos appeared in Melody and Lily back and pointed his Ice-Water Spear!
"NO!" Specter shouted as he got trapped by Dragon Magi! He try to fight back, but he was at his weakest when he was in someone else's grip.
"My... my... What a pity heroes..." Axelegore applause to The Specter Team.
"Too bad loser. Now its time to feed time to maggots!" Gruz says and throw Victor's body on the floor.
"YOU FUCKING BITCH! YOU PLAN THIS ALL ALONG!" Specter angrily said to Dragon!
"Hah! I should've known the second I saw you with that little sparkle in your eyes. I knew you were planning something!" Dragon said.
"Enough, Dragon... Grab that 12 Orbs from the rogue bag and bring it to me..." Axelegore said.
"Yes, Lord Axelegore..." Dragon said and grab the 12 Orbs.
And there it is, the moment of truth.
Dragon brings the 12 orb to Axelegore...
Suddenly, Slick is biting Dragon Hand!
The Glitch Effects cause a shock on Dragon Hand.
"Ahhh!" Dragon shouts as he drop the bag with the 12 Orbs. "STUPID SLIME FREAK!" Dragon kick Slick back to Specter!
"Let's get out of here, stop playing around!" Gruz say and begin running out of the building.
Meanwhile, Specter quickly grabs the bag before anyone stop him!
"I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU, AXELEGORE!" Specter grab his scythe.
"Huh?" Gruz looks back.
As Specter runs to slice through Axelegore, he slip and fall on the floor by Sarantos Magi!
"You cannot grasp the true form of Axelegore!" Gruz said.
"Never! He will fall before the might of my friends!" Specter said and begin to chant...
“So you wanted to avenged your friend, You disgraceful species!” Axelegore replied.
Specter nods.
“Well then…” Axelegore use his Magi to attack Specter and disabled his body. “ARGHHH!” Specter paralyzed by Axelegore Magi! "Dragon and Sarantos. Torture him!" Axelegore commands. "Yes, Lord Axelegore!" they both scream.
"No! No! No! Please!" Specter begged.
Sarantos froze his body with his Magi!
"Let’s have some fun!" Dragon said!
"Hmm, maybe I should hack his body, limb by limb, so he's less trouble." Gruz said. "Hey! I'm not the one you should be hacking up!" Dragon replied. "THEN, IT LIMB BY LIMB!" Dragon chopped his limb off!
"AGHHHHHH!" Specter shouted!
"Haha! I told you, limb by limb!" Gruz laughed.
"STOP IT! YOUR HURTING HIM!" Melody shouted.
Gruz chopping Specter Face with his Dark Magi!
"GRAHHH!" Specter shouted.
Then, Dragon kicked him in the face!
"AGHHH!" Specter screamed in pain as he started crying...
"HE'S TAKING YOU DOWN, SON!" Cogwheel said. "I WILL NOT DIED!" Specter shouted.
While, Dragon put his hand on his forehead and burned it off!
"AHHHH!" Specter screamed again.
"You are a disgrace to your species!" Dragon said.
"ARGHHHH!" Specter screamed in demonic!
"Dragon, you've made your point!" Gruz said.
"Shut it! I'm enjoying this!" Dragon said.
"Revenge deserve No Mercy!" Dragon shouted.
"Haha! You are such a baby!" Gruz laughed.
"Well then... How about your own weakness?" Dragon cast a Holy Magi at him!
"STOP IT! STOP IT! PLEASE!" Specter shout.
Dragon as he started use Holy Magi at him!
Suddenly... "STOP IT! HONEYCAKE!" Melody started crying and shouted as she revealed she was Dragon Ex-Girlfriend...
"WAIT! I HEAR THIS VOICE!" Dragon said.
"SHUT IT!" Gruz shouted.
And so, the torture ends... for now.
"THAT'S ENOUGH! DRAGON! YOU MAKING HIM LIKE A PRISONER!" Melody shouted!
"Yeah? Well he's still my Prisoner! Honeycake!" Dragon said. "ARGH!" Melody said.
"For a while, I notice that you're that Blue Bunny Suits Girl spy from the E.A.S.B and you just run away from your own orders because of your actions! YOU TRAITOR!" Dragon revealed she was the member of The Black Dragon Order...
"I am no traitor!" she shouted. "SILENCE!" Dragon shouted.
"Melody... You're the Black Dragon member..." Specter shocked.
"Yeah... I know." She said with a sigh. "Well, it took you long enough to notice..." Gruz said.
"Shut it, Uncle!" Melody revealed her uncle is Gruz... "Yeah, you're a big disappointment to us! We thought you would've eventually betray your species and join us!" Gruz said. "What are you even doing here?" Specter asked.
"I tell you what happened..." Melody sadly said.
"After my father died from Axelegore... I was raised by Alto, my stepfather to protect me from the outside world..." Melody said.
"Yeah, we know that. You've mentioned him before. But what is with the Black Dragons?" Specter replied.
"Well, when I was 18 years old... I got bullied from the bully from my 18th birthday... They splat my face on a cake, splatter me with pig blood, spill me with bowl of punch, It's always happened every single time... I cried and run away from my kingdom and I met Dragon... He took me in and become the Black Dragon Orders Members. He trained me with the best magic and fighting techniques... I was better than most of the Black Dragons members... And I was happy..."
"But? How?" Specter questioned him.
"He was saw me crying in the beach..." Melody said. "And he was very sad too..."
"There's a but to your story..." Gruz said.
"By the time passed, Me and The Black Dragon dated me as my partner... He assaulted and sexual harassed me every time when I failed my mission..." Melody said.
"What?! Why didn't you stop him?!" Specter asked shocked. "No good deed... But he was my boyfriend..." Melody sadly said. "So that's why you joined the Black Dragons?" Specter is upset...
"But then, He is one of Axelegore Orders... I didn't notice he was that wizard freak orders! I decided to run away from the Orders and hide myself from my Kingdom!" Melody said. "But your still are on the Black Dragons..." Specter replied.
"I am a loyal to my clan! But, I join you... Please, forgive me!" Melody sadly said.
Specter is upset about her story...
"How about Sarantos..." Specter said.
"Well, he's my next boyfriend... I dated... We been around like a months now... He wanted to marry me but it's averted by the Axelegore Orders... He started to find me and bring me back to his orders..." Melody said. "It's just like you said when you told me, you didn't want to get involve with the Black Dragons again..."
"So what are you going to do?" Specter said.
"... I run away, then I found you..." Melody pointed at Specter. "You're the only one can help me get away from my terrible past..." Melody said. "Please, you're my only hope, or I would've been dead by now!"
He got a big choice ahead of her...
"Melody..." Specter sadly said. "I know... It's not your fault..." Melody sadly said. "Forgive me but I am not convinced..."
"But I have to do my right way to save you and your teams..." Melody sadly said. "I don't expect you to forgive me..."
"No, I think I can..." Specter said. "I will help you..."
Melody seemed to be relieved, but a little bit sad...
Suddenly...
Axelegore stabbed Melody with his Black-Static Scythes right into her chest!
“NOOOOOOO!” Specter screamed.
Melody is bleeding...
She fell down on the ground...
But she is still alive...
"NO! She's dead! My heart broke... My only chance to save was killed..." Specter yelled in sadness.
Axelegore laughed while approaching them...
"You wanted to comfort her! Go ahead! You had 5 minutes before I reset your fantasy world!" Axelegore said.
Specter was free from the Frozen Ice and run to Melody!
"Melody..." Specter sadly said.
"No! I'm still alive! Live... Specter!" Melody weakly said.
"I can't... you're dead..." Specter sadly said.
"Please... It's okay... Perhaps, there’s something you can makes me happy…" Melody weakly said. “Oh… Melody… Before you died… I have something to show you…” Specter sadly said.
Specter grab his bag and present his Wedding Ring that he found in the Catacombs of the Light Orb...
“It's the wedding ring, I got it from the Catacombs of The Light Orb..." Specter present his Wedding Ring for Melody.
"What..." Melody weakling said.
"We were meant to be together... Me and you... I loved you..." Specter sadly said.
He put the ring on her finger...
"This ring is my bond with you..." Specter sadly said.
"Thanks... Specter..." Melody smiled at him.
"Are you ready to reset?" he asked.
Melody weakly nod her head...
"No... I don't want this to reset... I want this world... I want you defeat Axelegore and save Lairon!" Melody weakly said.
"I don't know if I can..." Specter sadly said .
"Listen Specter... You can do it without me... You can do without me..." Melody weakly said.
Melody weakly grab Specter's wrist.
"You need someone of equal skill and power like me... Together you'll be the strongest hero in this world... Don't leave me here... With him..." Melody started crying...
"I know..." Specter hugged her.
He then kiss her on the forehead...
Then he put her down.
"I will return to you... I promise..." he said.
Melody weakly nod her head...
"Thanks... Also I wanted to take this... This is my sister charm... It will find your way and love... I present my charm to find yourself a new way, luck and hope..." Melody smiled at him and gave her sister charm to him for the last time before she died...
"Thank You... Melody..." Specter sadly said. "You're Welcome... Beat Axelegore and restore Lairon for me…" she said with a smiles and died.
"MELODY! MELODY!" Specter start shaking Melody up!
"No! NO! NOOOOOO!" he screamed, began punching the ground and started crying…
"Poor... Poor... Specter... How pathetic is your girlfriend was!" Axelegore shocked him and Specter fainted on the ground...
"Hahahahaha! I told you the death of your girlfriend would affect you... The two of you are so pathetic!" Axelegore laughed hysterically.
"Now then, Give me the 12 Orbs! So we can end this, once and for all!" Axelegore commands.
Gruz, Dragon and Sarantos grabbed the 12 orbs and form into the Elemental Orbs!
"NOO!" Darkcrow, Roger, Shiva, Lily and Flameflower shouted.
"Now then, Let's finish this, once and for all!" Sarantos said. "But first, we'll have to restore all of your friend! I have something to say about them..." Axelegore said.
Axelegore using the Elemental Orb to rewind time to restore all of the orders!
Ruzal, Cupiditas, The Sizzling Sisters, Bloodlust, Light, Darkness and Phantom were back!
"Whoa! What the hell, happened!" Cupiditas said.
“The heck are we, sisters?” Sizzlea said "And what the hell are you?" Ruzal demanded to know.
"Ah, Ruzal. The pleasure is all mine..." Axelegore said while rubbing his hands with glee. "Master Axelegore, you got the Elemental Orb!?" Light shocked.
"Well, I'm not master anything else..." he smirked. "Am I a wizard again?" Light asked. "Yes, you're still a wizard again but now you're a holy dragon now..." Axelegore said.
"Also, for a while... I'm betraying you all!" Axelegore betrayed everyone. "Huh? Why?" everyone asked.
"I was getting sick of this henchmen’s stuff. I wanted something by being alone!" he explained. "Your sanity is leaking out of your head." Gruz said.
"What! You can't be serious! What about my friend! Spencer! I made a deal for you since we met!" Dragon said.
"Oh, you mean this Spencer!" Axelegore pointed at Spencer! "No! What have I done... I just hurt my friend!" Dragon said.
"Oh, that's easy to fix. Just bring him back to life." Axelegore said. "But..." Dragon upset.
"SHUT YOUR PESKY MOUTH!" Axelegore shouted.
Axelegore pointing at Dragon and then telekinetically smashing him into the hard stone floor!
"NO! WA-ARGH..." Dragon groans as blood pours out of his mouth as he dropped Dragon on the floor.
“Oh, why are so upset… Sarantos…” Axelegore saw and asks Sarantos. "Axelegore... Is this what you wanted... Invited me as your henchmens... Betrayed me and abandoned me... You just wanted yourself a world and power of the universe... WHAT ABOUT ME!" Sarantos said!
"What about you? YOU were fine being a henchmens! You were happy with your mindless Creations!" Axelegore said and laughed.
"ARGHHH! YOU BETRAYED ME! YOU KNOW WHAT? I'M SICK OF YOU AXELEGORE! I'M SICK FROM ALL OF YOU! I WAS ABANDONED BY MY KINGDOM AND MY PARENTS! I WAS BADLY TORTURED EVERY TIME! PAIN, DESPAIR AND AGONY! THIS FANTASY WORLD NEED SOME NEW LIFE, NEW ORDER AND NEW WORLD! I SHOULD BE A GOD! NOT A HENCHMENS!" Sarantos angrily said.
"A god without worshippers, a god that is only his worshippers... Is he truly a god or just a very influential ruler?" Axelegore said. "Shut up! I'll do what I like!" Sarantos charged through Axelegore and steal the Elemental Orb and steal his Magi! "ARGH! THAT'S IT! YOU'RE PERISHED!" Axelegore shouted as he cast his Magi!
Unfortunately, Axelegore Magi didn't works... "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON! WHERE’S MY MAGI!" Axelegore angrily said.
In fact, the Magi cast on both side of the battle didn't worked! It's like the Magi was absorbed by something else...
"Oh, Axelegore... You didn't know Magi can stole every Magi anytime I want! Also, I want you to meet my Creation… That I created it with my Magi!" Sarantos said.
Suddenly, all the Creations on side of battlefield became Humanoid and began to wield deadly weapons!
"SARANTOS, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!" Axelegore shouted!
"I made myself more powerful!" Sarantos said.
"And now, I'm going to steal your body and replace you as the New Orders!" Sarantos shouted at him.
Sarantos and his new soldiers began to charge at the remaining Creations while Axelegore desperately casted his Magi but failed!
"YOU CANNOT KILL ME, AXELEGORE!" Sarantos said.
"FOR A WHILE, I'LL DO IT MYSELF!" Sarantos shouted as he absorbed Axelegore Body!
“AAGHHHHHH!!!” Axelegore screamed before he fuse with Sarantos!
In a matter of seconds, Sarantos became the New and Real Order, Master of World while his Creations now are loyal to him as the Real Order Master!
"NOW THEN, WHO THE NEW REAL ORDER MASTER NOW!" Sarantos shouted! "COME ON, WHO WILL IT BE!"
Several Creations raised their hands. Several humans too.
Suddenly, Dragon pushed Sarantos and grab the Elemental Orb!
He split the 12 Orbs and grab the Time Orb on his hand and cast 12 Portal through the Unknown Year!
"GO! EVERYONE INTO THE PORTAL!" Dragon said!
The Entire Axelegore Orders split up and enter random portal! While Darkcrow, Lily, Victor, Shiva, Roger and Flameflower split up in each Time Portal!
"DRAGON, WHAT ARE YOU DOING! GET OFF ME!" Sarantos said.
"SARANTOS, IT DOESN'T HAVE TO BE LIKE THIS! YOU CAN BECOME THE MASTER OF THIS CLOCKTOWER INSTEAD! I'M SURE WE COULD COME TO A DEAL..." Dragon replied.
"I DON'T WANT TO! I WANT TO CONQUEST ALL OF THE UNIVERSE AND NOTHING CAN STOP ME!" Sarantos shouted as he kicked Dragon into the random Time Portal!
"NOW! WHERE THE TIME ORB!" Sarantos found the 11 Orbs except the Time Orbs!
Specter grab the Time Orb and send him to the random Time Portal!
Sarantos grabbed him but it's too late!
"NOOOOOOOO!" Sarantos shouted!
The entire Specter Team and The Axelegore Orders is vanished in the random Time Portal!
Shocked, Sarantos stand in place for a moment. He don't know what to do next.
"Lord Sarantos, What do we going to do?" Creation said. "I don't know, my Creation. It seems this was the will of the gods. Mankind has evolved beyond the need of Gods. We shall continue on our World Domination!" Sarantos declared.
The entire Creation nods in agreed.
"Now then… LET'S THE ARMAGEDDON BEGINS!" Sarantos send out Axelegore Magic to destory Lairon!
Lairon Kingdom was feel an earthquake and meteor coming out from the red skies!
"The end of the world is coming!" The citizens of Lairon Kingdom shouted!
Mt. Highmore turned into a volcanic eruption cause a massive explosion!
The Haitian Island cause Tsunami from the West!
The Astarpian City cause a Very Strong Thunderstorm and Hurricane!
The Ice Elf Village burning with inferno heat from the Mountain who also turned into a very hot volcano!
The Grimhowl Kingdom is now a ghost town and crumbled into pieces...
The Death Island collapse to the ocean...
The Aquaria Kingdom and The Catacombs of The Light Orb is collapse and swallowed every building and the kingdom with a great fissure and earthquake…
The Lanterno Village is filled with wildfires and burning villagers...
The Cave of Dimension was buried and the Glitch Beast are running from the portal to escape from another dimension! Some of them are barely escape and some of them are vanished...
The Library of Memories is filled with Glitchalodon...
And Olivia looking at her picture frame of her husband one more time accepting her death...
The Widow Mountain collapse down the ground by the fissure...
At the view of the Entire Lairon Region... It's such a beautiful island and got destroyed and cause a devastating disaster by Sarantos...
Beautiful landscape of Lairon becoming a warzone...
The entire landscape of the Lairon Region was changed to the wasteland of despair and destroyed...
A New World Order has begun...
End of Chapter 20: E N D G A M E
THE END...
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2020.11.01 16:03 Emanresubmudyllaer Verum Weekly: Summary to Streamed Games of the Week (October 29th, 2020)

Hail Travelers,
Welcome to Verum Weekly. A weekly post to summarize all the game sessions that happen in the week prior. Hope you like it.

Friday
The Tearing Veil Ep. 4 (SootheBe11)
We start with the Unwise Five (since Nidhogg went ahead to the Beggar’s Rest), gaining their informant O’Brian and walking out into the street from the Jailhouse. O’Brian and the Unwise Five move towards the Beggar’s Rest where the Old halfling grandma gave them food to eat. However, Flamewrath doesn’t eat poor people’s food and proceeds to walk out and buys a falafel to eat, Raber on the other hand, wishes to eat intercourse (meat) and he proceeds to harass the elderly woman about it. The party then goes to rest and night turns to day, the old halfling has arranged breakfast and is smoking a blunt while the Unwise Six and O’Brian begin to eat, Flamewrath and Vim create an apparatus for the old lady, and the party talk about important issues as to what they need to do as they head outside the tavern.
They would need a bracelet to enter into the White Pantheon’s place, the counting house, which is an enormous white structure, well stocked with guards, and that is locked up tight. This bracelet can be obtained from a worker who goes to a hidden temple of Glory to train acolytes, luckily one of O’Brian’s informants, Gallaton, is able to accompany them to the temple and assist in getting the bracelet. The Unwise Six proceed toward the temple where they hide under the shade of a tree and their contact, unfortunately is not subtle, but walks with many scars and swagger. The party is greeted by Gallaton and is informed of the situation in the Cathedral: the captain Vivarian Kine of the Daborakians, a wizard from the Mage’s Guild Nimi Loso, some priest of Vavren, and then a powerful Night Guard named Kaisen.
The group starts to plan an attack on the temple of Glory, and they ultimately decide that Gallaton and Vim attack from the side, the others would hide in a bush, and Wisp would lure the acolytes towards the team. Wisp succeeds in deceiving the acolytes and Nimi Lossoo of a broken wagon down the street and she proceeds to guide them towards the group hiding in the bushes. A fight begins and Gallaton screams in joy as he dashes towards the cathedral, breaking through a window while Vim runs towards the aid of his party. The party recognizes that the mage seems to have access to third level spells while the acolytes are not as adept in training. Nimi runs toward the cathedral for help because of the dire situation, as a yelling voice is heard from the Cathedral and an acolyte flys through a window.
Raber attempts to chase the mage and he sees that another person protrudes from the trees, Firebrand leaps out, attempting to fend off Raber using her flame sword. Then the roof of the temple bursts open as Gallaton is thrown outwards, and a woman clad in red armor and wielding a katana chases after him. The battle continues, as another woman, a priest, appears healing Nimi, Raber proceeds to bash Firebrand’s head in, and Vim identifies the Nightguard to be infused with the power of lycanthropy. The Unwise Six seems to be gaining the upper hand, murdering the acolytes until the captain rushes outside to aid the priest and mage, while Gallaton and night guard continue to duel on the roof then onto the ground clashing their swords together. The captain seems to have all the markings of a captain of Orde, masterwork weapons, and is immune to fear, charm, and compulsion, but is weak on his left side and if is flanked, then the attackers gain advantage .
Angorn calls on the power of the black sun to toll the dead, killing Nimi, as Nidhogg runs towards the cathedral. As NIdhogg enters the temple, he rolls the black dice, and the temple is filled with a dark presence, the Gambler Black has now taken over the church of Glory. Nidhogg then gains the power of the Gambler, as he turns to a shadowy figment in a toon-like structure, getting half damage from physical sources and can roll a 1d6 whenever he attacks, in addition whenever a weapon hits, he rolls an additional 1d6 which does not damage the opponent, but if the same number appears on this die, then the entirety of his damage doubles. The Unwise Six continues to bash and slash through the captain and the priest, with Vim using his chain whip, Wisp insulting the captain, Flamewrath using firebolt, Raber bashing his tree, and Angorn calling upon his God to crush these mortal creatures.
The party proceeds to humiliate and murder the captain, as Gallaton and the night guard’s final clash ensues. Gallaton raises his blade to go all in on to Kaisen, but she slashes through him killing him in the process. Galalton then addresses the party that it is up to them, as he dies with a huge grin and a thumbs up. The night guard Kaisen, turns to the Unwise Six and she beckons them forward.

Saturday
The Herald's Call Ep. 2
The party rushes to the assassin's hideout in hopes that they find an antidote to save Jaxon. Using the map and their own intuition, they manage to find a hidden encampment in the forests guarded by hooded figures. The party listen in and it seems that a guard is asking his captain to give him a raise because he is about to be a father. The two then talk around a campfire about solace and tribulations of being a dad while the others listen in. The party also notices that every person in the camp has a symbol of a shattered seven-pointed star on their breastplates.
Arienne sneaks to the nearest tent and find some encrypted documents. She takes them and heads back to the party to give it to them. Midas notices that all their supplies came from one place: Hector's Hymn (The Inn from the Sprinkle of Fate Campaign). When Arienne looks at the documents, she is able to decipher them as it is written in Thieves' Cant. She uncovers that their is a traitor in the White Council that seems to be giving this group direct support and this individual is in Fireport. Riku manages to sneak around and enter the Captain's tent. There he can see the usual accommodations but something catches his eye. On the desk, Riku finds a crumpled piece of paper that seems to be for the "Unwise Six" and a seven-pointed star but the points are taken off. He looks more closely at the idol and finds a small violet light in the center of the star. Riku instinctively feels wrong looking at it and runs out with the the poster. The party regathers and prepares for combat.
Midas lights one of the tents on fire and the the party initiate their attack. Athough Azylea goes down during the fight, the rest of the party gets her back up and take out all the enemies reining victorious. Midas snuff his fires out and they begin to loot the encampment. The party finds the antidote on the Captain's body and they also find 100 gold pieces and a small silver chest in the Captain's tent. Arienne opens the chest using her tools and she finds a pair of wedding rings, a lock of a girl's hair, and a blood-stained note saying how his family is waiting for him.
All is well for the party but they still have a pressing matter in their hands: the shattered seven-pointed star. Archeal tries to use 'Divine Sense" on the idol but a loud screech enters his mind cutting off the connection. He couldn't find what it is but he does know one thing; something is watching them. Riku sees that the this idol was shattered by mortal hands but the corruptions seems to be spreading inside the idol; he needs to break it to find out. Midas then walks in the tent and cast "Identify" on the Idol. His mind is suddenly pulled into the light and Midas watches the Herald's corruptive power destroying Verum in one strike. Midas resists the violet's power and see a key hidden in the light. He reaches out for it and then abruptly comes back to reality. The party asks what he saw and Midas relays to them. He then notices that there is a key in his hands. Midas inspects the key noticing that the pommel has a five pointed star with one section glowing with a orange light. The party heads back with the antidote and key while leaving the idol behind.
They reach the laboratory with short time and the antidote is administered to Jaxon. Maxwell thanks the party for their efforts and Midas gives him the key he got from the idol while the party tells him about the events they witnessed. Maxwell explains that the key might be as old as Jaxon and it might open the door to Jaxon's home. He also explains that the assailants are from the Order of the Shattered Star. The enemy is starting their move. The party then rests and prepare to move to another location.

Shadow of Tyre Ep. 16 (RoyalCaster)
The party spends the breaths they catch from after the battle with the Speaker, to check up on the damage and the people of the camp such as Angor, Theodore Tyne the blacksmith, specifically Moe checks up on Odin, and give him an update on the mission he gave Moe about getting his people land of their own.
The party gather at the beach and deliberate whether to go down and talk to the White Terror at the step of set to possibly set him free, they get down to him and decide to conversate with him, and ask him that it would be helpful for the white terror to elaborate to them and give him more information to get a better feeling about possibly releasing him. He says that if he would be free that he would have to go deeper and relay information to his master. The party picks up on that and asks about who his master is, the White Terror explains that his master is called the Sunken King. Eustace asks about his name, and after some hesitation he tells the party that his name is Dellaananus . Toot gets fed up with this fairy footing around, and pushes further to either just help them or not, but Dellaananus informs him about the precarious game Toot plays everytime he speaks. Toot is filled with confusion, and asks what he means by that, Dellaananus explains to him that his curse wasn’t removed, but replaced with a violet curse. Realizing this Toot is saddened and leaves them Moe follows. The three of them come to a conclusion and release Dellaananus. Moe decides to have a talk with Toot to try and soften the reality that has come crashing down onto Toot. Moe decides that the work he is doing for his wife and her possession might come in handy with what is happening with Toot.
Toot remains, sulking on the beach. The rest of the party decides to talk to the chord who has joined the camp; Mirage. Eventually the conversation gets to the point Moe asks if she wants him to look into her with his cyclopean eye. Moe is near blinded by the brightness of Mirage’s visage within the eye, he sees in her past Mirage and her sisters being attacked by the red man. It shows that path of vengeance that has led Mirage toward the path of the lifestream, and Inu. Finally he sees her singing with 2 others that have their faces obscured, and deeper he sees that something he thinks that should be kept asleep is being brought back by them. Moe snaps back to himself
They meet back up with Derk darkwater and discuss the unfinished business done they had in Eassemear. Toot hands a note to Igor the merchant about not being able to talk and asks if he has anything about that. Igor offers a potion that lets him speak with his mind for an hour.
The party inquires about the council possibly being able to give aid to the camp. They’ll be setting up trade between the camp and Eassemear, and all of the council decline to join personally, all but Woku. Woku decides he will be the representative of Eassmeare, and comes with. Raost and Moe head to library Raost tries to find something about Ori, but finds nothing. Moe looks into possible power words and finds one transcribed in Orcish “Nors Faud” meaning standup bring back party members that have gone unconscious. Eustace gets his robe from the tailor. Toot decides to talk to the Mask priest merchant who had the feather that let him talk to Toot through his head. The priest comes up short of things to offer him, but regails the legend of a panacea that can cure all, that of a Phoenix Feather. Toot visits the w a n d and r o d merchant from earlier, and hands him a note if he could imbue a wand with the potion he got from Igor. The merchant agrees to do this for Toot. Ahst heads to the Chamber of Mirrors to contact Tomen. He Foreworns Ahst that the 3rd changeling is on their way and that the path for the vega will be open. He also warns that the attack from the speak was not that last and gives her a date for when the next attack will be.
With all their business taken care of they head back to camp. Ahst immediately rushes to Braktor asking for the box, but Braktor inquires about Toot being able to marry him and Hackne they ignore that. Ahst takes the tapestry and puts it in the box, and warns that to never touch it no one is to interact with it. They also tell Braktor what happened with Toot, and he understands his troubles. Ahst tells the group what Tomen told her about the impending attack. Ahst, Braktor, Bellanovan, and Mirage go to visit Inu. Inu gets to meet with the first chord, and Ahst is heated asking about what can Inu do to help them as she feels Inu has left them on their own. All this is set aside by Inu assuring them that there will eventually be a cumulative effect once the 3rd guardian is with them.
They finally join back together, Mirage decides to join the party and head back into the labyrinth.

Sunday
Broken Bonds Ep. 12 (RoyalCaster)
After Bryan successfully completes the crucible, the party is invited for celebration in the Citadel. During the celebrations, Remag’s right eye begins to ache and he goes outside for some fresh air. While out on the courtyard by himself, something whispers to Remag filling him with pure fear. Nox’s violet detecting scales on her tail light up, and her instincts sharpen. Noticing Remag is missing, Nox rounds up the rest of the party to find him. Regrouping, the party hears the whispers of something malicious, and it rounds off it’s sentence with a sharp “Die!”. The Violet Servant, The Cacophonic Collective, appears. The battle begins by the servant immediately putting Nox in stasis, unable to be harmed but also incapable of aiding the party. Clashes are exchanged and the party discovers that their enemy is able to create shadow duplicates of them, and once marked, these shadows themselves can also be duplicated. The Collective can also mark the party members so that if one gets hit, all of them gets hit. The party managed to come out on top, by being nimble enough to avoid multiple crucial attacks from the servant, and dishing out quick serious punishment for it in return. At the servant’s dying breath, it sacrifices one of its shadows to revive itself. However, the party downs the servant enough times until it is out of duplicates and fades away. They stand victorious.
Once the fight is over, Remag is deemed worthy by defeating a violet enemy. His eye produces the rune of the ranger stone, that being a powerful artifact that rangers use to get in touch of their nature powers, but this rune particularly is ancient, and from a face in the cacophonic collective who happened to be a Taladonic arcane ranger themselves. Remag considers who this rune was meant for and, with Hashbrown recent performance in the fight against the violet enemy in mind, he bestows the rune into him, planting it onto his forehead, and the ancient teaching of Taladoni fills Hashbrown’s head. He becomes a seeker gaining a gray hood with blue streaks through it, and his robe is tied at a central sash. With this new found power Hashbrown’s bow gains three rune slots that can be upgraded later in their adventures.
Eventually the Nightgaurd bearing witness to this party’s victory against this great common enemy, they surround them, and begin to cheer. Coming this far, breaking their bonds, and liberating others, this party follows the path the eye is laying out before them as the leylines remain unguarded and vulnerable for what soon to come, but for the tale of Broken Bonds has come to an end.

Monday
Heart of Tyre Ep. 14 (av5hadow)
Alleo gives the party time to prepare for the fight. The consumed potions are restored. Ives recovers his standard arrows, but any used amber arrows are gone. The party buffs up before they get into formation. As Alleo gets into his fighting stance, his wedding ring shatters. His bravado, strength, and willpower left his soul. As he picks up the remnants of his ring, indigo crystals grow around him and begin to return to the crystalline ground. However, the spirit of his beloved, thrumming with Sevenic power, pulls him from the crystals. Before Minthis (the Seven who sacrificed herself in Soul of Tyre) leaves for the afterlife, she encourages Alleo to fight. Alleo turns to the party, stating that he will test them. If they are to bear the responsibility of his wife, he will make sure that they are worthy of it. The Seven stands behind Alleo.
Alleo has the following traits: Martial Master, Defender, Merciful, Sorrowful, Deadly, Morale Breaker, and Sevenic. In addition, Alleo has two initiatives, Skylord and Emperor. Ives is the one who makes the first move, immediately flying upwards. Skylord Alleo then gets on his ship, swinging his saber against each Tops member before challenging Morc. Dranf attempts to hit Alleo, but the boss parries all of his attacks. Emperor Alleo then activates an unidentified glyph then “stores an attack.” Morc identifies the Glyph of Warding, which increases Alleo’s defense for every attack made against him.
Ives stealths behind Madd Morc. The Skylord uses Reposition to be next to Seren so he can take two swings at her. Derok fails to use Doom’s Herald on Alleo and then drinks a potion of Heroism, taking damage for taking those actions with the second twice as strong as the first. Neve calls back her Shadow Dagger she had missed in the last round, also taking damage for this action. Turns out that the Glyph of Punishment damages enemies within 60ft who takes an action. This does not affect people who are readying actions. Luckily, only one Glyph can be active.
Alleo designates the area for the Unfortunate Circumstance to perform Ramming Speed. Derok, Morc, Neve, and Seren are in the area. Before Derok Dimension Doors out of the way, he successfully uses Doom Herald, forcing disadvantage on Alleo’s rolls. Neve moves out of the area, and Seren maneuvers around Alleo to get out of the ship’s way. She learns of Shock and Awe, a devastating attack that targets all enemies but can only be used when there’s a critical hit. Emperor Alleo uses Commanding Gaze on Morc, preventing him from moving or teleporting.
Seeing the Skyship speeding in, Ives lassos and pulls Morc out of the way. Ives then shoots an Amber Arrow at Alleo, causing some of the amber to cover Minthis. Alleo moves away from everyone, using up his stored attacks to use Daring Swing three times against everyone but Seren who was close enough to avoid the attacks. She readies Dispel Magic at the end of Alleo’s Emperor turn. Alleo Repositions next to Morc and activates the Glyph of Torment, a glyph that damages any moving enemy. However, it was promptly Dispelled by Seren.
Ives learns that Alleo’s Bravado will allow him to negate any ability to control his actions or limit his movement at the cost of HP. No Hold Person for this boss. Derok identifies the hidden ability that Alleo’s saber has. If his HP is below half and he crits, he may attack again. Neve learns that Alleo is fighting with Minthis’s love, and that if he reaches a critical point, he will go through a Sevenic Surge and will then fight with the power of the Seven.
Ives lands another Amber Arrow on Alleo and feels that if he continues doing this, he will sever Alleo’s connection to Minthis. Alleo moves away from the rest of the group to prepare something. Derok realises that Alleo is waiting for Doom’s Herald to disperse and prepares another Daring Swing after Derok’s turn. Derok attempts to stop this with another Doom’s Herald but fails this time. Alleo uses Daring Swing twice, downing and locking out (should be “killing”, but Merciful is in play) Seren with a crit. Neve rushes to Seren and gets her back up with a Revivify Potion. Seren will plant her Sakura Tree. Alleo Repositions right next to Seren and activates Glyph of Torment. Morc realises Alleo’s plan. Alleo plans to use Shock and Awe to force the party in a very difficult situation.
Ives performs a fly-by rescue on Seren to get her away from Alleo. Alleo then activates Shock and Awe, downing Seren and severely injuring Morc. He then moves away from Morc and Derok and sets Ramming Speed on Seren, Neve, and Ives.

Tuesday
Soul of Tyre Ep. 13 (SootheBe11)
The party recoups after the battle with the Violet speaker, identifying that the staff on the ground that Ano found to have the mark of the green triangle inscribed on it. It appears to be a beacon of some kind, a communication device that is sending out a magical signal. They further know that the green symbol has some sort of divination on it and that there seems to be an inscription written in Cyclopian. The party sets aside the staff for now, and they start to bicker about the marriage setup, and suddenly a swirl of the lifestream forms onto Bellanovan’s songblade as well as Ahst.
The two begin to dance as Braktor weaves his strands, and Mirage sings a song, a third individual, pale skinned and long-haired, eventually forms in the middle of the two guardians of the lifestream pointing his song blade up. Guy has been transported to the camp and is now in the middle of Belanovan and Ahst; Bellanovan then explains to Guy that he is the third guardian and that Gruff and Erin are his refractions. Guy proceeds to explain that he is a sexually active dhampir, where he came from, and how he is very confused as to how he got into Camp Last Stand in the first place.
Then, Braktor, Bellanovan, Ahst, Mirage, and Guy get transported to the Shattered Gate and they start to understand they are running out of time. The three guardians stand where they are needed, Braktor continues to weave the strands of life, Mirage starts to sing the chords of the life stream, and Inu joins moving its hands along with the rhythm and swirls it back into the life stream. They have restored the life stream, and now the broken pieces of it can be properly returned to its proper place. Inu explains to Guy that the Life Stream is the beating heart of life itself, Guy is also part of that lifestream even if he’s a dhampir; Bellanovan then suggests that they go to the Red Star to undergo the trial of the prism, and Inu agrees that it is the right path to pursue.
Inu explains that the Petulant lords are on the move, how they are the Lords of Decay, and with Braktor’s information about the staff, one of them has come in contact with the camp. Inu then asks Braktor to find the last changeling for they need three changelings to open the path towards the Trigram Isles. The four are teleported back to the camp, however, a force forbids them and instead they are teleported near the planet of Maltos, where they see the Herald begin to approach closer and closer, consuming the planet. The three songblades begin their dance, the chord sings, and the weaver weaves the strands of life, attempting to transport themselves back into the camp before being caught by the Herald grasp.
They do so, with the knowledge of the Herald nearing, and that there are Talodoni symbols present in Maltos. Braktor, however, has been through many trials, but for now, he wishes to be wed to Hackne. As the people repairing the camp from the Violet attack, hears the sound of the Vizier calling them to participate in the ceremony of marriage. Braktor stands by the Vizier's side and the Vizier makes the rune of earth onto Braktor’s forehead, undergoing the ritual of marriage of the Dwarves. The Vizier then undergoes the ritual of marriage from Hackne’s people asking for the blessing of Raquel. The Vazieir then continues to speak, telling them of their vows of protection, laughter, and last breath in which both of them agree. The party proceed to engage in an after-party, darkening the tents, and for now, drink and sing with joy in their voices. Braktor and Hackne goes to a private tent to have their honeymoon ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) while Guy, Mirage, and Ozzie have an orgy.

Wednesday
Death and Debts Ep. 10
(After 20 Order was gained because the Astral Traveler has gained her physical form, a threshold was met for this campaign. They could either stay their normal path or stray from it and fight directly against the enemy. They chose to aid in the cause against the Herald.)
As the party goes to the front door of a manor, a dwarf stands before them asking for a changeling. Terryn steps ups and asks who he is. The dwarf introduces himself as Braktor Ironbellows (from Soul of Tyre). The then does their usual antics and probe Braktor to talking about his life while they talk about their ventures with him. Everybody then moves to the bar to talk some more and all of them find Bellethar still lying on the ground. Braktor wakes Bellethar up, the two mingle a bit, and Braktor asks Bellathar to leave to which he happily obliges. After that, Braktor and Terryn have a talk about her nature but before that, Braktor warns Terryn not to change into him. Being the baddest bitch that she is, Terryn changes into Braktor anyways. Memories of Braktor flow into the changelings mind; Terryn rewitness Braktor taking out his violet eye and endures all the horror with it. The changeling returns to her original from and runs to the corner in pain and tears. Braktor then tries to calm down the unrest from the party and offers to take them to is "island of sexy himbo boys" if they listen to him. The party then learns about the situation with the enemy and the need of a third changeling to complete the Trigram Isles. Braktor then shows a map of the enemy movements to the party highlighting that the enemy plans to attack the Hall of Heroes by the Razor Cliffs in Daborak. The girls must travel to the Razor Cliffs and seek the Lord of Blades for more instructions.
As Braktor leaves the bar, he recognized a women as Bonnota Ad'daire. Braktor then talks to her and explain that he knew her parents. Bonnota asks why Braktor knows about her parents and he tells Bonnota that her mother, Minthis, once saved his life. Bonnota wishes that she could know her parents. Braktor explains that Minthis would discard anything that her dangerous lifestyle would harm and the death of her husband affected her greatly. Braktor then gives Minthis' ring to Bonnota and tells her that her mother's sacrifice saved many lives. Bonnota sit downs in tears reflecting on what she heard while Braktor leaves.
Meanwhile, Vaeri and Revlis study the map given by Braktor and they try understand what the next plan of action should be as Braktor didn't tell them. Revlis also notices that there is the mark of the Silent Knights and a message saying that if they ever need help, ask them. When Terryn looks at the map, her "Eyes of the Rune Keeper" show them the instructions of their two tasks. They could either go the the Razor Cliffs or Camp Last Stand. The party decide they will go to the camp first and prepare to leave. However, the antics and sexual tensions are as high as usual so the party does a lot of fanservice for a very long time. Eventually, they gather and head to Zazgore. The party explain their new mission and ask for transport to Camp Last Stand. Zazgore obliges and summons a portal to the dream leading them to the camp. In the dream realm, they meet Jarix who guides them to the dream. Jairx also explains the party about the dream and warns that their path will not be an easy one. Eventaully, Jarix passes the party off to Eustace (from Shadow of Tyre) who leads the party the rest of the way and they finally arrive at Camp Last Stand.

Thanks for reading.
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2020.11.01 14:34 JoanieLovesFauci Perhaps a bachelor party on Halloween weekend wasn’t the best idea

I’m getting married next month, or at least that was the plan.
Even though I proposed last year before quarantining became a staple of everyone’s vernacular and daily life, our wedding plans were always for something small and intimate. My fiancé’s parents eloped back in the day and she always wanted to do something similar, so our guest list topped off at about 10 people, including us. We’ve also been dating for eight years and living together for six, so traditions and norms went out the window a while ago. However, my best friend since childhood––who was also going to be the one officiating the wedding––insisted that I still have a bachelor party.
Now I’m a huge Halloween fan and the fact that this year we were slated to have it on a Saturday, with a full moon on daylight saving time––all to have it canceled due to COVID––completely bummed me out. That’s why Max came up with the idea of us renting a cabin near Smith Mountain Lake for the weekend and inviting a few friends to hang out, drink heavily, smoke an ungodly amount of weed, and play some music (my friends and I still haven’t let go of the dream of being rock stars, even though we’re all almost 30 and currently work fulltime at law and marketing firms). Max swore that we would remain safe amidst the pandemic and in his defense, what ended up happening to us was something we could have never predicted or prepared for.
It was Friday afternoon and I was on my way to the cabin. It was about a four hour drive and about halfway through it I got a call from Max, who was supposed to be working in a courtroom in Richmond. He and I both live near D.C., but he has clients all over the state so he’s constantly out of town.
“Yo! Got some good news: my case was settled so I can head down early with you,” he shouted enthusiastically.
“That’s cool, but I already left. You’re still going to need to drive yourself and I’m about two hours out,” I clapped back in our usual friendly tone.
“No, no. It was settled hours ago so I left Richmond this morning and I’m almost to the cabin now. You don’t need to check in with the owner. I’ll deal with her and get the place all settled if you know what I mean.”
Ignoring his gross insinuation, “Thank god. I was not looking forward to dealing with that woman.” From what Max had told me, the lady who owned the cabin was a bit kooky and probably going to be quite the pill at check in.
“I’ll deal with the hag. You just get here. I’ll have some bourbon and two stogies waiting for you. The rest of the guys are planning to get in this evening. K bye, bitch!” he shouted just before hanging up in his normal abrupt style.
The rest of the drive felt twice as long as the first half. The last 10 miles were on a gravel road that was doing a number on my tires. I didn’t think I’d ever find the place, but just as I was losing hope, around the corner there it was. Just like the pictures online, it was a cabin you would imagine in a storybook––a wraparound porch with rocking chairs, a fire pit and grill, and a cheeky sign that warned you not to feed the bears.
To my surprise the place looked empty. I didn’t see Max’s car, but I figured he may have run to the store to grab some supplies. I called him to find out how to get in, but he didn’t pick up. Luckily, the door wasn’t locked so I walked right in. The place was exactly what we had hoped for, minus a pretty noticeable smell. I called out to see if anyone was there, but no answer. After a self-guided tour and claiming the master bedroom on the second floor as my domain for the weekend, I noticed two cigars on the kitchen counter. Max had to have been here. I tried calling him again, but still no answer. I figured he’d be back soon so I decided to spray the place down with Lysol because one, COVID; and two, the crazy old bird that owned the place must own the worst, most pungent perfume out there. I wouldn’t consider it a bad smell, but very noticeable. It reminded me of how the nursing home smelled that my grandmother used to live in, but with a rotten undertone. My stomach was turning and there was no chance of getting acclimated to it.
After cleaning and unpacking, I was surprised Max wasn’t back yet. He must have left pretty quickly after checking in because he didn’t appear to bring his bags in, just the cigars on the counter. I called again, but it still went straight to voicemail. I texted him several times, asking where he went and when he was going to be back, but those also went unanswered.
It was getting dark and I was starting to worry, but that’s when I heard a car pull up. It wasn’t Max’s, but it was one that I recognized. The other three squad members all still lived in Virginia Beach where we grew up, so the three of them spilled out of the same car. There was Aaron, the lady-killer of the entire group of us and a wicked guitar player. Seth, a drummer with awesome tempo, but a temper that is much more unpredictable. He may be a hothead, but he’s a loyal friend and someone you’d want on your side if you ever get caught up in a bad situation. And then there’s David––a space cadet whose head is always in the clouds. Literally. I think since tenth grade he’s been perpetually stoned, but he’s a great source of entertainment and can funk up a bass guitar.
After everyone made the same bad joke about having COVID symptoms, we headed back into the cabin. They were just as shocked as I was to hear Max was still gone. I caught them up on what had happened with Max’s trial and how he checked in instead of me. This led to Seth taking out his phone and impatiently calling Max. And that’s when we heard something strange upstairs. Just as the ringing started on Seth’s phone, a ringtone was going off in the one bedroom upstairs––my bedroom. We all ran up to find Max’s phone sitting on the nightstand.
“Well that’s why he’s not picking up. The dumbass left his phone,” Seth said as he hung up his own phone.
“There’s no way he left this here. I unpacked my bags in this room and didn’t see this sitting here then,” I quickly responded.
“Maybe you just didn’t notice it,” Aaron suggested.
“Yeah, but I called him a bunch of times earlier and never heard it ringing before,” I argued.
This caused David to come up with his genius theory, “Maybe the phone was on silent then.”
We all ignored him and continued to try and justify how Max’s phone ended up here without Max ever returning to the cabin. Everyone else assumed Max was either trying to pull a prank or just simply forgot his phone for a store run. I was the only one worried something had happened to him since he wouldn’t have left his phone here and I would have definitely heard it ring when I called earlier.
The debate continued over dinner and drinks. Aaron suggested that Max may have had to go back for something he left in Richmond, but that still didn’t explain the phone. Plus, Max would have let me know if something like that happened since he’s been planning this trip for months.
It was going on midnight and all of our eyes were getting heavy. I wanted to either call the police or the owner to see if she had indeed checked Max in. David was quick to say no to both of those ideas because of the pot smell we had wafted throughout the cabin. The rest of the guys calmed me down a bit and said if Max was still not here by the next morning, we’d call the owner to ask some questions and then call the police if it came to that. So far the bachelor party was not going how I’d expected.
The four of us were slowing down our drinking pace and one by one we started passing out. I was having a hard time sleeping with the unsettling fact that Max’s whereabouts were still unknown. Around 3:00 a.m. I got up to pee. I walked into the bathroom and locked the door behind me. Just as I finished my business and reached to flush, a loud knock on the door interrupted me. It’s a good thing I was in the bathroom because it scared the shit out of me.
“Hold on! I’m almost done,” I exclaimed to the person on the other side of the door.
BANG! Another knock. This time louder and more aggressive.
“Jesus! I said hold on. You’re going to wake everyone up!”
The knocks continued and grew more aggressive each time. The doorknob was shaking and turning as much as possible when locked. I began to worry that whoever was on the other side of the door was someone we hadn’t invited to the party. The knocking finally stopped, but as I inched closer to the door, I kept waiting for it to start up again. I could feel sweat starting to form on my head as I placed my hand on the door. After a long exhale, I yanked the door open.
No one.
I felt like I was dreaming. Maybe with all the paranoia and drinking I had started hearing things that weren’t there. But then I noticed the front door to the cabin was wide open.
I grabbed the fireplace poker and crept towards the entrance. I could hear rustling on the porch. This time, I decided to rush the door head on to surprise whoever was terrorizing us. To my surprise, it was Aaron standing on the edge of the porch, relieving himself.
“Yo, what are you doing with that thing?” he asked as he saw me wielding the fire poker.
“I could ask the same of you,” I quipped back.
Adam zipped up and turned around, “You were taking forever in the bathroom and I couldn’t wait. Nature calls, baby. Plus, I couldn’t sleep and was coming out to smoke anyways since you guys want to have the cops here tomorrow.” I grabbed the joint he offered me in an attempt to calm my nerves.
“I don’t want to call the cops, but Max still isn’t back. At the very least we need to talk to the owner,” I said while passing it back.
I headed inside to see if I could get at least a few hours of sleep. Aaron said he’d be coming in soon once he finished up. I climbed the stairs to my room, crawled back into bed, and began drifting off as I stared at Max’s phone sitting on my nightstand.
My eyes slowly opened back up. It was Saturday morning and someone was causing a fuss downstairs. As I drifted back into consciousness, I realized it was Seth screaming at Aaron. Soon after, footsteps were heading towards my room up the stairs. Without any knocking, the door swung open and it was Seth.
“You seen Aaron? Is he in the bed with you?” Seth asked even though it was obvious what the answer was.
“What do you think?” I snarked while throwing the blankets off of me revealing an empty bed. It did throw me off because I thought he was screaming at Aaron downstairs, not looking for him.
“I mean it is your bachelor party––might as well experiment while you still can,” Seth joked before quickly shifting back to a more serious tone as his grin vanished from his face. “For real, I can’t find this guy and he was the one who packed the coffee.”
For a moment I was relieved. If this was all over needing some coffee, I thought that Aaron had probably just gone out for another smoke. But after an hour and a bunch more unanswered calls, I realized that Aaron had likely suffered the same fate as Max.
As David finally rolled out of bed and got caught up to speed, Seth and I went back and forth for a while on what to do. Do we call the cops? The owner? Should we leave just to be safe? I argued for calling the cops. The owner wasn’t going to be much help and for all we know, she might have something to do with this. Seth agreed and let me call, but before I could dial anything, a car pulled up. We ran outside, hoping it was Max or Aaron.
The three of us stood there in disappointment, not recognizing the car. All of the windows were tinted black, so we waited in anticipation to see who the driver was as the car door opened. I noticed the fire poker on the porch and reached for it just as a long, black boot descended from the car and onto the gravel driveway. When the door shut, there appeared a gorgeous woman, standing tall with a warm, welcoming smile and wave. She had silver hair, but looked no older than 35. She reached for something in her car and then walked towards us.
“This must be the bachelor party! How you boys doing?” she asked as the three of us straightened up and returned salutations. “I was just going to drop this off at the door and not disturb y’all, but since you came outside, I figured I’d say hi and introduce myself. I’m Endora, but everyone calls me Dora.”
“Are you the owner?” I asked in a puzzled tone. Max told me all about his call with the owner when he booked the place. He said she sounded like a crabby old woman, but she was not that at all.
“Yes indeedy! This cabin’s been in my family for centuries. Obviously it’s had some much needed renovations since it was first built, but I hope you boys like it as much as the barbecue,” she explained as she offered a Tupperware container to Seth. He then immediately handed it over to David who began devouring it. Just as the Tupperware passed over me and into David’s hands, a familiar smell from yesterday came back. Even if this wasn’t her cabin, she was definitely here yesterday.
“Sorry, I don’t eat pork,” Seth said in a condescending tone.
Dora immediately replied with no offense taken, “That’s okay! Maybe I’ll whip something else up for you all to enjoy. What do you all like? If the other two boys are awake, I’d love to get requests from them too.”
“It’s funny you should mention it. Two of our friends have gone missing and we were just about to call you to see if you knew anything about that,” Seth inquired while keeping his guard up.
Dora appeared thrown by this, “I’m not sure what you’re insinuating, but other than the boy I met at check in yesterday, this is the first time I’m meeting any of you.”
I interjected, “So you did check Max in yesterday?”
“I believe it was him. It was the same person I had spoken with over the phone to make the reservation,” she answered.
I followed up, “What happened after you checked him in?”
“Nothing special. I gave him the keys, a quick tour, and was on my way,” she explained. “Oh wait, there was one other thing. He mentioned that the gravel drive was messing up his car’s alignment and asked if I knew a place where he could get it fixed. I told him that I actually own a garage just up the hill, but that was it. He never came by to get it looked at.”
“Did you offer up any other places for him to go to get it fixed?” Seth asked.
“No. He didn’t ask, and I’m also not going to help out any of the local competition,” she snickered. “You’re more than welcome to swing by the shop, it’s just a couple of miles back down the hill. If you’re going to call the police, I’d rather you do it with me at the shop than have them come to one of my rental properties.”
“Why?” Seth asked quickly.
Dora smiled back and said, “Sweetie, the local police are more likely to cooperate with some out-of-towners if a local gal is corroborating their story. Plus, the last thing I want is rumors about some pot-smoking city folk disappearing from my property.” The three of us were left speechless. “The offer still stands to swing by the shop, but I gotta run for now. Please keep me posted if your friends show back up. And y’all enjoy that barbecue!”
Just like that, she got back into her SUV and drove off. As the last glow of her taillights faded, Seth, David, and I finally broke free of what almost felt like a trance. Something was off about this woman. This led Seth and me to debate whether we should just call the cops now and have them come to the cabin, or do as Dora asked and meet her at the shop to call. We started theorizing some valid conspiracies about her paying off the cops to help cover up anything she’s doing. After a while, we decided to head to the shop just to see if we saw Max or his car. If all looked fine, we’d call the police from there and make this an official investigation. If we did see something suspicious, we’d drive to the next county and talk with the police there.
David was barely participating in the plan, much less coordinating it. Since he was already heating up some barbecue, we told him to stay back at the cabin and keep an eye out for Max or Aaron.
Seth and I got into his car and drove back down the gravel road a couple of miles before we saw the sign.
Gorgon’s Garage.
I didn’t remember seeing the sign when I first drove in. Regardless, we parked the car at the foot of the hill and walked the rest of the way. The plan was for one of us to talk with Dora about apologizing for our weird behavior and asking if she’d help us contact the police to report Max and Aaron’s disappearance; while the other one scoped the shop for Max’s car or any traces of our friends. Despite my ardent objections, Seth claimed he could keep cool under pressure and insisted he be the one to speak with Dora at the front door while I searched around back. If I saw anything suspicious, I was to call him and meet him back at the car.
I watched as Seth approached the shop and entered the front door. From there I snuck to the back of the shop, which was filled with random car parts and livestock. At least I know the barbecue was locally sourced. After roaming around for a few minutes, I noticed there was a car under a tarp inside one of the garages. One peak under confirmed exactly what we had expected: Max’s car.
I reached for my phone and called Seth, but just as the ringing started, a door slammed open on the other side of the car. I ducked and peered underneath the car to see a familiar pair of boots pacing around the car as I crept along, staying on the opposite side of her at all times. When she stopped moving, I was positioned in front of the door that she had come out of. I had enough room to perch up and get a good look at her, but what I saw wasn’t who I expected. It was an old woman with pale, sickly skin.
I felt like I was dreaming again. I slowed my breathing to calm myself down, but all that did was help me notice that a certain haunting smell was back. Her snarls had a clear tone of frustration. Somehow I knew she knew I was there and her mission was to find me. She began walking out of the garage and into the junkyard. Just when I sighed in relief, my foot slipped and kicked a creeper from underneath the car. The hag came running back into the garage. I darted for the door into the shop. Just as I slammed and locked the door behind me, I could feel her banging on it forcefully. She shook the knob vigorously and wailed a large cry. They didn’t sound like words, just a screeching unearthly cry that sent a sharp pain into my ears.
Th banging on the door stopped, but I knew she had another way into the shop, so I dove into the first room I could find, shut the door behind me, and tried to call Seth again. He didn’t pick up. I prayed he had already left and maybe even called the police himself. That was my only hope at this point. I felt stuck and was seemingly all alone with a monster looking for me. And that’s when I heard another cry, but this one was inside the same room as me. The cry was faint and distressed. Maybe it was Max or Aaron!
I searched around a room that looked like an unfinished kitchen, adorned with shelves of books and countless candles. In the corner was a pantry door where I isolated the sound source. I opened the door slowly just as something leapt at me screeching. Another goddamn pig! Once my nerves settled, I looked back up to see Max staring back at me. His hands tied and he was covered in bruises wounds. As I removed the cloth from around his mouth, all he could do was cry, but it wasn’t one of relief. He knew that I was in just as much danger as we he was. But I had no choice but to try and convince him otherwise. I told him that the police were on their way and I was going to get him out of there. As I bent down to pick him up, he screamed in agony.
“Stop! Don’t move me!” Max wallowed as I knelt back down and looked down at his legs. Everything from his waist down was limp. It was almost as if his bones weren’t even there anymore, but just a flaccid blanket of skin lying beneath him.
“What the hell did they do to you?” I asked as my feelings of panic resurfaced.
David dug his head into my shoulder. Buried in my sweatshirt he muttered, “I just remember being in the cabin with that old woman and the next thing I know I’m locked up here. Each time I wake up, it’s like a little bit more of me is gone. It started at my toes and now half of me is completely gone. I feel so tired. And last night she made me watch what she did to Aaron and then locked us both up in here and then you came in.”
“Wait, so where’s Aaron?” I asked, following this chain of events.
“I think he jumped out when you opened the door,” Max suggested in a nonchalant matter as if what he was describing to me wasn’t some sort of magic or witchcraft. I tried to get more out of Max but he was barely staying conscious. I needed to get him to a hospital
I pulled out my phone to call Seth again. It rang twice before I heard it pick up. “Seth?! Seth, where are you? We have to get out of here. I found Max, but we need to leave now. He’s really hurt!”
An old woman’s voice crackled in response, “You can’t leave now, we’re just getting started. Besides, your friends are dying to see what I’ve cooked up for us tonight.” I froze as the voice on the other end began to laugh. Just before the call ended, all I could hear was Seth pleading for her to stop. She hung up and I immediately called 9-1-1. A friendly operator picked up and asked what the emergency was. I explained everything and gave her my location.
“Don’t worry, someone will be there soon,” the operator responded. Then the voice on the line shifted as her throat cleared out a thick lodge of phlegm. The operator continued, “I just need to finish with your friend here and then I’ll be right with you.” The sound of bones sawing followed her maniacal laugh. She had gotten Seth and was doing god knows what to him. I looked down and my phone was dead and Max was not far from the same state. Why was this not just a bad dream?
I still don’t know if what I did was the right thing to do, but I couldn’t bear the thought of her torturing him anymore. I found a knife in the kitchen, held Max closely and let him know that he was the best friend any guy could ask for and that I couldn’t wait for him to officiate the wedding.
Just as the knife slid across Max’s throat, every light and appliance went off in the kitchen and a thunderous sound shook the entire body shop. Something tells me she still had plans for Max and that I had ended those prematurely. No matter what the case was, I knew I was her next target.
Now armed with just a pitiful knife, I decided to try and navigate my way out of there, rather than sitting around and waiting for her to find me. At each door and corner I crept around, I was met by the same scene: a dark and empty room. The entire shop had fallen quiet, but I never felt alone. I managed to get back outside where it was now pitch black out. I kept thinking I was going to wake back up in that pantry with Max at any given moment. Or even better, back at home before any of this ever happened. None of it felt real. I began sprinting to the car when I realized Seth had the keys. My only way out was back at the cabin.
Running at night in an unfamiliar area would usually seem like a horrible experience, but every moment away from that garage and from her was a relief. Part of me wanted a car to pass in the hopes I could flag someone down for help, but with any luck it would probably be her sneaking up to take me back.
I don’t think I’ve ever run two miles as fast I did to get back to the cabin, but there I was. My car was still in the gravel driveway so I hurried in to grab my keys and phone charger, everything else was worth leaving behind. I threw open the door, shocked to find David still in the kitchen. I had completely forgotten about him and ran over to tell him what had happened so we could get the hell out of there.
David was sitting on a kitchen chair, facing an opened oven door with his back to me. He didn’t move a muscle when I called out his name. I approached and saw his face was lifeless and his skin was white as snow. His veins had almost turned black and in his lap sat a plate of half-eaten barbecue. As I turned from David’s body to head up the cabin stairs, a familiar and unsettling smell entered the cabin. Lights began to flicker and the oven switched on. The handle of the cabin’s front door began to jiggle as I darted up the stairs into the bedroom. I locked the door behind me and plugged in my phone as I waited in the corner of the room with a single kitchen knife at my side.
My phone turned back on and I tried calling for help. First the police, then anyone I could think of that could do something. Each call I placed was always met with a heinous cackle from Endora, asking me if I was enjoying my bachelor party.
It’s been about an hour since I got back to the cabin and the smell has taken over the room. She’s here and she’s pacing around outside the door. She’ll knock every now and then, jiggle the handle, and scratch the door, but it’s only a matter of time.
It still feels like a dream, but I don’t think I’m waking up from this one. All I could think to do was to write down everything that happened and post it here. Maybe someone could even tell my fiancée––let her know I’m sorry and that I love her.
I’m getting married next month, or at least that was the plan.
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