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2023.04.02 14:14 Perkelton Weekly Crowdfunding Roundup: April 2 2023 16 ending soon (incl. Townsfolk Tussle: Foul Neighbors, Sentinels of the Multiverse: Definitive Edition – Disparation) & 19 new this week (incl. The Elder Scrolls: Betrayal of the Second Era, Dungeon Saga Origins)

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This is a weekly crowdfunding roundup of new projects launched last week and projects that end the coming week.
Expect new lists every Sunday between 00:00 and 23:59 CEST
The criteria for the lists are as follows:

Ending soon

Newly launched

Notable filtered projects

Tags

🎉: Staff pick/featured
💰: Funded
🔥: More than average 200 backers/day
🌱: Creator's first project
🌳: Creator's >5th project
🔄: Money back guarantee (Read more)

FAQ

I live in Bolivia/Canada/Costa Rica/USA, why are you posting on a Saturday?!
Because I'm writing this from Europe in the future where it's already Sunday. Timezones be crazy.
Why are there a bunch of non-board games in the board game list?
Because the Tabletop games category on Kickstarter includes anything remotely related to board games and sometimes things slip through my filters.
Why is this future award winning board game and literal saviour of humanity missing from your list?
Sometimes my filters get a bit overzealous and discard actually valid projects. If you feel something is missing for this reason, leave a comment and I'll add it (maybe).
Can I donate all my money to you?
No
Can you help me promote my game?
Please no. I make lists. Nothing more.
Your list is full of errors and now my printer is out of cyan and won't print!
Indeed, this fine piece of code runs purely on thoughts and prayers, so anything can happen. Leave a comment and I'll see what I can do.

Ending soon (16)

Name Description Backers Pledged Ends Information Tags BGG
Townsfolk Tussle: Foul Neighbors and Odd Jobs This vintage coop boss-battler is back with 2 new expansions and a reprint! 6804 $846,246.00 (846%) in 19 days 2023-04-07 Kickstarter 2‑5 players age 14+ 40-200 min. 🎉💰🔥 BGG
Sentinels of the Multiverse: Disparation Expansion This new expansion to the hit cooperative comic book card game Sentinels of the Multiverse explores the heroes, villains, and environments of the Multiverse — those who travel through it, those who have been touched by its vast impossibilities, and tho... 4571 $383,911.00 (960%) in 27 days 2023-04-06 Backerkit 1‑5 players 💰 BGG
Maladum: Dungeons of Enveron The long-awaited fantasy dungeon crawler from Battle Systems, set in beautiful 3D terrain suitable for D&D and other RPGs. 3996 £607,481.49 (1215%) in 18 days 2023-04-06 Kickstarter 1‑6 players age 14+ 45-120 min. 🎉💰🔥🌳 BGG
The Hunt September 1939: the commander of the Admiral Graf Spee receives the order to sink as many British freight ships as possible in the South Atlantic. The objective is to intercept the ships crossing the Atlantic and prevent supplies from reaching the UK and other destinations.The plan seems to work i… 1770 €43,717.00 (364%) in 18 days 2023-04-04 Gamefound 2 players age 10+ 25-45 min. Card Game Wargame 💰 BGG
The Secret Cabal Gaming Podcast is Going Hog Wild in 2023! The Cabal Founders are back in action and exploding into 2023 with more weekly tabletop gaming podcasts and more! 1465 $87,418.50 (219%) in 18 days 2023-04-08 Kickstarter 💰🌳
D.E.I. - Divide Et Impera (Expansion & Reprint) D.E.I. - Divide et Impera is a competitive game based on the conquest of resources, set in a world devastated by a new Ice Age. 1003 €134,394.00 (336%) in 5 days 2023-04-07 Gamefound 2‑4 players age 14+ 60-90 min. Area Control 💰🔥🌱 BGG
Double Trouble: Memory Card Game Memory-testing card game with disquieting images. Play to halt your inevitable decline. 933 $32,660.00 (6532%) in 23 days 2023-04-03 Kickstarter 🎉💰🌳
Transperceneige, le jeu Prenez le contrôle du Transperceneige dans ce jeu semi-coopératif asymétrique pour 3 à 5 joueurs ! 809 €63,785.00 (425%) in 19 days 2023-04-06 Kickstarter 3‑5 players age 14+ 120 min. 💰 BGG
Marrakesh Essential Edition Experience Marrakesh in the new Essential Edition! 525 $69,717.00 (697%) in 12 days 2023-04-04 Kickstarter 2‑4 players age 14+ 120 min. 💰🌳 BGG
Dreams of Yesterday Curate museum exhibits that can change the world and save the future, one artifact at a time, in this microgame by Heather O’Neill illustrated by Beth Sobel 302 $7,188.00 (248%) in 13 days 2023-04-06 Backerkit 1‑3 players age 8+ 20-30 min. 💰 BGG
Revolt - Card Game A card game with hidden teams, deduction and discovery 254 $9,682.00 (129%) in 23 days 2023-04-08 Kickstarter 💰🌱
Pocket Rails A Fast Card Game for 2-4 players where you draft Rail Road Shares into your Portfolio as well as the Rail Yard for everyone to score. 202 $4,793.00 (39942%) in 12 days 2023-04-03 Kickstarter 2‑4 players 10-15 min. 💰🌳 BGG
What's That One... A very oddly worded trivia game. 177 $7,320.00 (183%) in 27 days 2023-04-05 Kickstarter 💰
Carom Mini Golf A board game simulation of miniature golf, with a twist! 158 $6,047.00 (1209%) in 31 days ⚠️ 2023-04-02 Kickstarter 1‑6 players age 7+ 15-45 min. 💰🌱 BGG
Interstellar TCG - Into The Void Interstellar is a 1v1 experience where travelers, creatures, and intergalactic beings alike, battle for superiority amongst the stars 133 $74,838.89 (935%) in 45 days 2023-04-03 Kickstarter 1‑6 players age 14+ 60-240 min. 💰🌱 BGG
Puffin Rush | An Arctic Animal Adventure Game A fun family game of chance and tactics for ages 5+ 111 £2,015.00 (134%) in 26 days 2023-04-06 Kickstarter 💰🌱

New this week (19)

Name Description Backers Pledged Ends Information Tags BGG
The Elder Scrolls: Betrayal of the Second Era An epic 1-4 player cooperative adventure spanning the entire world of Tamriel. 8043 $2,466,588.59 (3289%) in 5 days 2023-04-22 Gamefound 1‑4 players age 14+ 60-240 min. Dice Game Cooperative 🎉💰🔥 BGG
Dungeon Saga Origins – The Game of Classic Fantasy Adventure Thrill your family and friends with an entertaining dungeon crawler full of beautiful miniatures, immersive art, and fast-paced action. 1750 £186,825.00 (374%) in 3 days 2023-04-15 Kickstarter 1‑5 players age 10+ 45-90 min. 💰🔥🌳 BGG
The Last Kingdom Board Game A strategy game of war and politics for 2-5 players by John D Clair. Based on the hit Netflix show The Last Kingdom. DESTINY IS ALL! 1075 $55,811.00 (186%) in 5 days 2023-04-15 Kickstarter 2‑5 players age 14+ 60-150 min. 🎉💰🔥🌳 BGG
D.E.I. - Divide Et Impera (Expansion & Reprint) D.E.I. - Divide et Impera is a competitive game based on the conquest of resources, set in a world devastated by a new Ice Age. 1003 €134,394.00 (336%) in 5 days 2023-04-07 Gamefound 2‑4 players age 14+ 60-90 min. Area Control 💰🔥🌱 BGG
Tír na nÓg: Between Worlds In the Irish myth cycles, the land of Tír na nÓg is the realm of the Otherworld, the place where the Fairies lived and heroes visited on quests. It was a place just outside the realm of man, off to the west, where there was no illness or death or time, but only happiness and beauty. The golden path … 558 $20,750.86 (115%) in 5 days 2023-04-14 Gamefound 1‑5 players 45 min. Card Game 💰🌱
Crown of Ash Crown of Ash is a game of warring necromancers for 1 - 4 players, combining worker placement and area control to test players' resolve! 509 £27,065.00 (271%) in 5 days 2023-04-20 Kickstarter 1‑4 players age 14+ 60-120 min. 🎉💰🌱 BGG
エーテルグライダー / ETHER GLIDER 宇宙商人となって銀河で一番の大金持ちになろう！ 科学と魔術の満ちたスペースオペラ、ボードゲーム「エーテルグライダー」の製作プロジェクトです。 This project is only available in Japan. 380 ¥4,124,259 (412%) in 4 days 2023-04-30 Kickstarter 💰
The Thinning Veil Relaunch Adventure game & dungeon crawler dark fantasy inspired by Celtic myth. Malefic beings are slipping through the Veil to prey on us all! 373 £57,902.00 (48%) in 5 days 2023-04-19 Kickstarter 1‑4 players age 14+ 60-300 min. BGG
Cozy Juicy Real Deeper connections disguised as a board game – for friends, family and complete strangers. 366 $18,065.00 (213%) in 5 days 2023-04-27 Kickstarter 3‑8 players age 14+ 60-120 min. 🎉💰🌱 BGG
Passengers Enter Limbo and join us for a supernatural social deduction game. Plan, investigate and bluff to help your team to victory! 144 €5,009.00 (167%) in 5 days 2023-04-19 Kickstarter 4‑8 players age 12+ 30-50 min. 🎉💰🌳 BGG
Nuns with Nunchucks: And Other Controversial Combatants A battle card game where you to try to take over the world with an army of hilarious combatants! 128 $4,003.00 (67%) in 5 days 2023-04-27 Kickstarter 2‑4 players age 16+ 20 min. BGG
Chemical Overload Toxin levels are rising in this 1-4 player unique twist on deckbuilding, where experimentation is key to become the master alchemist! 126 $10,209.00 (51%) in 5 days 2023-04-27 Kickstarter 1‑4 players age 10+ 45-75 min. 🌱 BGG
My Precious! - Single Card Game Steal the ring and keep it in your possession for several turns in a row! Single card game. 116 MX$18,118.80 (453%) in 5 days 2023-04-18 Kickstarter 4‑8 players age 10+ 5-20 min. 💰 BGG
Monster Crown Trading Card Game Gather a gang of Monsters, and use incredible depths of strategy to bring your friends to their knees, in the Monster Crown TCG! 107 $15,562.00 (52%) in 5 days 2023-04-27 Kickstarter 🌱
HOTSHOTS - You Bring The Heat, We Bring The Fun The rapid-fire trivia game with spicy shots and even spicier dares! 92 $5,017.00 (25%) in 5 days 2023-04-27 Kickstarter 🌱
Dysturbia: Your customizable Escape Game experience Run your own detective agency in the Escape Game universe of Dysturbia! 90 €7,241.00 (29%) in 4 days 2023-04-20 Kickstarter 🌳
Caged In: MMA Card Combat Caged In is a fast-paced 2 player fighting game that has players squaring off in MMA combat. Fighters will choose from four unique styles and try to knock each other out, submit each other, or impress the judges for a decision. Caged In is perfect for those who like games that are simple to learn an… 89 $4,411.37 (29%) in 4 days 2023-04-29 Gamefound 1‑2 players age 10+ 15-30 min. Card Game 🌱 BGG
One Page Expedition Explore unknown lands in this beautiful roll & write game. Choose wisely your camp locations to win in this print and play board game. 88 €595.00 (298%) in 4 days 2023-04-18 Kickstarter 💰🌱
Stack It Kitten! When the floor is lava 🔥 but lava is actually water 🌊 and you are a cat 😺! 20 €528.00 (10%) in 1 days 2023-05-01 Kickstarter 🌱

Notable filtered projects (4)

Name Description Backers Pledged Ends Information Tags BGG
The Walking Dead Universe Roleplaying Game Tell your own story in The Walking Dead Universe in the official roleplaying game from AMC Networks and Free League Publishing. 5432 SEK 5,264,851.01 (2106%) in 19 days 2023-04-05 Kickstarter 🎉💰🔥🌳
L'Arsene's Ledger of Treasures and Trinkets - A DnD 5e Tome 400+ pages of Heliana-compatible craftable magic items that grow with your players! Fuel your hoarding addiction! 3732 $469,375.00 (2347%) in 5 days 2023-04-28 Kickstarter 🎉💰🔥
Swords & Wizardry Complete Revised Rulebook A tabletop RPG (TTRPG) using the rules of Original Dungeons & Dragons circa 1978. Light, easy-to-learn rules for a lifetime of play! 1382 $77,897.00 (7790%) in 5 days 2023-04-25 Kickstarter 💰🔥
HELLPIERCERS: TACTICAL HARROWING ACTION HELL IS A PRISON. BREAK ITS BARS. Tactical Hell-slaying action with base building, overwhelming build options, and map based strategy. 1023 $49,720.69 (171%) in 24 days 2023-04-08 Kickstarter 💰🌳
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2023.04.02 14:07 CIAHerpes I had an uncle with 13 fingers. There were things in his mansion that shouldn’t exist (part 2)

Part 1: https://www.reddit.com/nosleep/comments/11yvdle/i_had_an_uncle_with_thirteen_fingers_there_were/
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Ahead of me, there was an opening in the massive chamber. The darkness parted way to reveal what looked like a nest. Ancient tomes had been torn into pieces, the scraps of paper and leather bindings forming a circular hollow ten feet wide. I heard subtle movement within, like someone walking on crisp autumn leaves. Moving slowly, I approached the nest, soft light glowing from an unknown source that seemed to emanate from the walls, ceiling and floor.
Within the center of the nest, I saw what looked like dozens of leeches slithering over each other, writhing and twisting in a pile. But these were far larger than any leeches I had ever seen back home. Each one looked like it had to be at least a foot long, black and shining, with tiny, oval eyes on stalks that all turned towards me at the same time. They gave off a low, hissing sound, others joining in a murmuring susurration that sent chills running up and down my spine. The nest itself seemed to be held together with some sort of mucus, splinters of wood and shreds of paper connected by a phlegmy, pale-yellow substance.
Echoes rang out in the chamber. Something massive moved far off in the darkness, but the acoustics made it impossible to tell which direction it came from or how close it really was. The leeches moved at once, agitated and wriggling faster as the noise echoed back and forth, and underneath them, I saw a human body. I gasped in horror.
It was an old man. He appeared to be dead, his eyes shut tightly. Countless holes had been drilled into his skin, letting rivulets of blood run down his body from each of them. I inched closer, trying to get a better look.
That was when he inhaled a deep, shuddering breath, his eyes looking back and forth randomly, yet apparently seeing nothing. With a shaky exhalation, I backed away quickly, starting to cry. It crossed my mind that I should go into the nest and try to save him, if he even could be saved. His lips were a cyanotic blue, his fingernails and toenails also turning a purplish-blue color. He breathed deeper and faster, coughing and gasping, and then stopped again, his eyes turning glassy as he stared up at the ceiling. This continued for a minute or two, his breathing starting and stopping, and then his head fell to the side, his eyes left open and staring as his last grating breath exited his lungs. The leeches swarmed all over his corpse. Without a look backwards, I ran deeper into the chamber.
Doors had begun to appear on both sides of the wall as the chamber went deeper into nowhere. I ran over to a cluster of them, looking from one to the other. They all had the same beautiful mahogany wood, but on each, a different symbol had been cast.
The one in front of me showed a single green eye, dripping blood that constantly pooled on the floor underneath the door. The one ten feet to the left of it showed a little ship on some blue waves. The one far to the right showed a massive pyramid. I froze, not knowing which, if any, I should open.
The choice was taken away from me when I heard that same hissing sound behind me that the tentacled-monster had made before. I glanced back and saw it slithering towards me, less than twenty feet away, opening its jaw as it closed in. Without thinking, I opened the door with the bloody eye on it, slamming it shut behind me. Seconds later, I heard something heavy thud into it. I saw that, on this side at least, there were heavy metal deadbolts near the handle. I began to feel something trying to turn the handle on the other side.
I was only a small boy, weighing maybe 65 pounds soaking wet, but I pulled back against the handle with all of it. I felt the door starting to open slightly, as if the creature was just testing the handle, figuring out how it worked. Covered in sweat now, I pulled back harder, flicking the deadbolt and letting go of the handle as soon as it clicked into place. The handle swung wildly to the right and left as the thing on the other side violently twisted it, but I ignored it, backing slowly away. I hadn’t even seen where I was.
The door shuddered as something heavy landed against it on the other side. This repeated over and over. Running away, I heard the splintering of wood.
I looked around and realized I was in some kind of castle. Beautiful stonework surrounded me on all sides, covered by banners with the symbol of the sickly, bleeding eye. I had taken the dagger out and was holding it pointed directly in front of me when I heard the first boards of the door fall inwards behind me. Turning to glance one last time at the entrance, I saw tentacles with fanged suckers began to shoot through, searching for prey. At that point, I ran blindly ahead.
My footfalls sent echoes across the castle chamber. I ran past an antechamber and a set of dozens of marble stairs inlaid with silver and gold that must have cost a fortune. Ahead of me, I saw a door of thick wood, covered with criss-crossing strips of iron to reinforce it. Gasping for air, I ran through the threshold and immediately slammed the door behind me. The door was able to be locked from the inside with an ancient-looking deadbolt. It clicked into place, and outside, all I heard was silence.
I turned and realized I was in a giant library. Bookshelves rose to the ceiling thirty feet above me, and each one was completely full of ancient tomes. I recognized some of them as being similar to the books on the desk when I first entered Golgotha, and I wondered who was bringing them out there- or why.
A beautiful oak desk sat near the far wall. It had a book open on it, surrounded by trinkets and oddities. One of these was a globe, but the continents on it were all wrong. They showed a world where all the continents were smashed together, and on the other side of the globe was a massive ocean.
The book had opened to a random page in the first chapter. Peering down, I saw it was written in English.
“The secretion of the Golgoths,” it stated, “is used to feed their young. While the larvae of the Golgoths are able to live on meat or blood from any animal or human, they are not able to develop into adults without the secretion laid over the nest by a female.
“The secretion appears as a yellowish, gelatinous material covering the nests of the Golgaths. Recent tests have shown that it has various substances unknown on Earth. Among these are alien growth hormones, certain neurotransmitters not found in any natural terrestrial lifeform, and…” At that moment, something smashed into the door- hard. It held, but some of the wood had cracked. The iron reinforcements did a good job of holding it together, however. I kept reading farther down the page.
“When this secretion is given to human beings, it acts as a psychoactive drug. Studies have shown it increases reaction time ten-fold, as well as increasing the speed and strength of those who take it. Beyond these potential beneficial side effects, however, loom the adverse ones.
“The secretion is a known mutagen, able to alter the DNA of those who take it. The offspring of those previously or currently addicted to the secretion have shown numerous effects, including an increased number of toes and fingers, an increased risk of schizophrenia and bipolar disorder, and, in rare cases, multiple heads or bodies fused together. Some have also shown beneficial effects, including an increased healing rate, higher IQs and, very rarely, psychic phenomena.
“The secretion is also physically addictive, with a euphoric rush that has been described by many subjects as ‘orgasmic’ with an instantaneous rush, releasing far more dopamine than commonly abused recreational drugs such as heroin, cocaine or methamphetamine…”
The entire time, that monster, which according to the book I was reading was called a Golgath, kept smashing its body against the door. I should have ran rather than standing there reading, but I felt like whatever this book contained was important, perhaps even vital for my survival. And yet the forcefulness and violence the Golgath exhibited was astounding. No human could have damaged such a door by sheer brute strength, but this one creature had already caused the wood to splinter and the iron reinforcements to bend inwards. I knew I couldn’t stay here forever. I grabbed the book, closing it and shoving the thin volume into the back of my pants underneath my belt, taking my shirt and covering it up.
I looked around the room frantically, finding a small servant’s door on the far side of it, hidden in the corner. I ran for it as the main entrance door came down with a crash. Flinging it open, I flew through it.
Multiple people worked there, cooking and preparing tea and coffee and other drinks. They all looked up at me in shock and surprise as I sprinted through the kitchen. It smelled absolutely delectable, like ginger, peppermint, fresh bread, bacon, pastrami and green tea, and my stomach growled. I realized it had been a long time since I had eaten or drank anything. I wished I could stop and grab something off the counters on my way, but I heard the Golgath close behind me.
The yells of the kitchen staff at seeing an unknown boy turned to horrified screams as the monster slithered in. Disengaging its jaw, it allowed its dozens of tentacles to spring out at once, whipping around in a frenzy. I saw one pick a chef up by his leg, dangling him upside down in the air. Another tentacle went for his jugular vein, biting into him and releasing a spray of blood as it began to feed. I kept running, knowing that I would be next if I didn’t get out of there.
The kitchen connected to a huge dining chamber, a bare table long enough to hold forty or fifty people set up in the middle. And standing on top of it, I saw another Golgoth. It slithered forward towards me. A second one was coming through the main entrance to the dining hall, and the one in the kitchen behind me must have been nearly done feeding, as the screaming of the kitchen staff had all ceased.
They began to close in on me. I shut my eyes tight, tears of horror and panic slipping past my eyelids, waiting for the end and hoping it would be quick and relatively painless. And then, just when I assumed everything was lost, a voice came from the front entrance of the dining chamber.
“Now, now, what’s the meaning of this?” an angry male voice yelled. “Who’s letting all these Golgaths in?” I opened my eyes. The three Golgaths, which were all less than twenty feet away from me now, turned their black, reptilian heads towards the newcomer in unison.
The man was a disturbing sight. He had on black robes and carried a heavy walking stick with an iridescent, shimmering quartz crystal on top. His hood was pulled back, and I saw his eyes were gone. They looked like they had been cut out, the eyelids stitched back together over the empty sockets. His face was a map of old scars, his nose half-missing and oozing pus. His jaw looked like it had been repeatedly broken and healed without being set properly. Blood trickled down his face from his empty eye sockets, continuously dripping onto the floor. Even though there was no possible way he could have seen me in that condition, his face was pointed at me, as if he were staring directly at me.
The three Golgaths all hissed at him. Ignoring me, they all went at him at once, slithering and sending out their worm-like tentacles. The stench of the Golgaths as they all clustered together was putrid and overwhelming, reminding me of rotten eggs and starter fluid.
Almost lazily, he raised his thick wooden staff and began to swing it in an arc, back and forth. The nearest Golgath ignored it, jumping for him anyway. Fire swelled from the crystal, shooting out in clusters at the Golgath’s face and tentacles. I smelled burning meat, and it began to wail, its shriek deafening me, sounding more and more like a tornado siren as it rose to a crescendo. I tried to cover my ears as I ran back the way I had come.
I grabbed a few fresh rolls off the counter in the kitchen as I went, stuffing them in my mouth. They were delicious. It was the first food I had had in what felt like forever, and already I felt a small burst of energy from them. Then I saw the corpses of the kitchen staff, still bleeding on the floor. They looked like they had been sucked dry, their faces sunken, dozens of round slices on each of their bodies. None moved or breathed. I wanted to stop and cry then, but I forced myself to keep going, knowing I would end up just like them if I didn’t get out of this place.
Suddenly, an idea came to me. I headed back towards the nest I had seen, the one with all the Golgath larvae feasting on the dead body. The cries of the robed man and the shrieking of the Golgaths followed me out of the castle. I burst through the shattered remnants of the door with the eye on it and knelt down over the nest.
The larvae started to slither towards me. I heard more hissing from multiple directions all around me, and realized that there might be hundreds or thousands of adult monstrosities in this chamber. My only hope, at least as I saw it, was to take any advantage I could get.
I grabbed a handful of the yellowish secretions from the corner of the nest, forcing it in my mouth and down my throat before I could change my mind.
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2023.04.02 13:46 ThrustBastard Premier League 02/04

Yesterday went well. Cash game cashed, so thumbs up and let's have another go today.
West Ham vs Southampton: Hugely important game here - a win for either could pull them out of the relegation zone. Southampton are 4th for most chances conceded over their last 5 gameweeks. They're a tiny bit weaker on their right but nothing significant enough to make you go ooooohh. Similarly West Ham don't have any glaring defensive holes, and are sitting at 13th for chances conceded. Offensively, Southampton are 5th for chances created over the last five GWs & West Ham have the 5th fewest.
Newcastle vs Manchester United: Casimero is suspended & Sabitzer possibly injured, so I'd expect some Newcastle goals. It'll be tough to include these in your team as the games start at different times - my usual strategy is to pay up to minimise the risk of being priced out.
F: Theo Walcott will be first in my team - had a terrific game against Tottenham, and at 4100 for a likely starting F he'll allow you to spend up elsewhere. Kalmadeen Sulemana (6200) has 12 shots, 11 box entries & 29 box touches in his last 5 games - my gut tells me he's a return waiting to happen, so why not today? Edozie (6700) gets kicked in the shins for a living, so he could pick up plenty of FD points if he starts ahead of the questionable Che Adams (5200). Danny Ings (7400) has one of the lowest floors you'll see, but when he shoots on target he scores - GPP must have, Cash avoid. Alexander Isak (9200) has the best scoring odds on the slate, shoots for fun & has scored 3 in his last 2 games. Weghorst (4600) is a nice pick for GPP to make some savings, but he generally doesn't do anything. Marcus Rashford (8200) has had a terrific season since Ronaldo left, but hasn't had a great last two and is questionable due to injury.
M: Ward-Prowse (8500) is your main man from Southampton, but you already knew that. Benrahma (8800) & Jarrod Bowen (8700) are where your points from West Ham will come from, but don't sleep on Declan Rice at 4400 - on a good day he'll get you double-digits & is on penalties. Jacob Murphy is filling the injured Almiron's slot, is 5300 & has had a floor of 8 points in his last 3 starts. Joe Willock (5000) is another who always flies under the radar, but on his day delivers big - an assist in each of his last 2 games. Newcastle conceded the 4th fewest chances between GW23 and 28, and only 13% of those came from their left - Anthony/Sancho in that slot? Avoid. Almost half of all attacks go through Bruno (8600) somehow, but we're all going to pick him anyway. Scott McTominay (3000) scored twice for Scotland against Spain and might find his way back into the starting lineup with loads of confidence and a point to prove.
D: Trippier (8400) has set-piece monopoly & pings in crosses for fun, but is really bloody expensive, so it might be tough to get him in. with the other good premium options - MU need a win here, so Fabian Schar (3900) could be busy and is a decent pay-down option for a game that probably won't get anyone a clean sheet. Luke Shaw (5900)
GK: There isn't a clean sheet on this slate IMO, so I don't think there's any need to pay up. De Gea (4600) or Bazunu (4000) will do just fine.
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2023.04.02 12:29 Butefluko Mod Assistance - What am I doing wrong here?

Hi there, Skyrim is CTD when I launch it (following STEP guide). Could someone have a quick look?
Crash logger report below:
Unhandled exception "EXCEPTION_ACCESS_VIOLATION" at 0x7FF6E2D7C3EC SkyrimSE.exe+0DBC3EC mov dword ptr [rax+0x20], 0x01
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SYSTEM SPECS:
OS: Microsoft Windows 10 Pro v10.0.19041 CPU: AuthenticAMD AMD Ryzen 5 3600XT 6-Core Processor GPU #1: Nvidia GA102 \[GeForce RTX 3080 Ti\] GPU #2: Microsoft Basic Render Driver PHYSICAL MEMORY: 8.33 GB/15.93 GB
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PROBABLE CALL STACK:
\[ 0\] 0x7FF6E2D7C3EC SkyrimSE.exe+0DBC3EC -> 77301+0x6C mov dword ptr \[rax+0x20\], 0x01 \[ 1\] 0x7FF6E340F709 SkyrimSE.exe+144F709 -> 108531+0x49 mov \[rbx+0x48\], rax \[ 2\] 0x7FF6E2C63B2E SkyrimSE.exe+0CA3B2E -> 70716+0x19E mov rax, rbx \[ 3\] 0x7FF6E2D446FE SkyrimSE.exe+0D846FE -> 76018+0xBE mov rcx, \[rdi\] \[ 4\] 0x7FF6E2D43BD7 SkyrimSE.exe+0D83BD7 -> 76013+0x107 xor edi, edi \[ 5\] 0x7FF6E2D43D36 SkyrimSE.exe+0D83D36 -> 76014+0xF6 lea rcx, \[r15+0x438\] \[ 6\] 0x7FF6E2D458D0 SkyrimSE.exe+0D858D0 -> 76043+0x150 mov rcx, \[rdi+0x08\] \[ 7\] 0x7FF6E2D468E0 SkyrimSE.exe+0D868E0 -> 76073+0x30 mov eax, \[rsp+0x30\] \[ 8\] 0x7FF6E2C3DA0F SkyrimSE.exe+0C7DA0F -> 69809+0x4F add r12d, eax \[ 9\] 0x7FF6E2D3681D SkyrimSE.exe+0D7681D -> 75716+0x5D add rbx, 0x08 \[10\] 0x7FF6E2D3312F SkyrimSE.exe+0D7312F -> 75651+0x13F mov \[rbp+0x48\], r12 \[11\] 0x7FF6E2C05E4D SkyrimSE.exe+0C45E4D -> 68445+0x3D mov rcx, \[0x00007FF6E4FC6898\] \[12\] 0x7FFB0CA97614 KERNEL32.DLL+0017614 \[13\] 0x7FFB0DA826A1 ntdll.dll+00526A1
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REGISTERS:
RAX 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] RCX 0x17A337D9CA0 (char\*) "@" RDX 0x17A2E220000 (void\*) RBX 0x44 (size\_t) \[68\] RSP 0x5064BF950 (void\*) RBP 0x8 (size\_t) \[8\] RSI 0x17A6B1CEC44 (char\*) "dds" RDI 0x17AA821F038 (char\*) "(" R8 0x2B0000 (size\_t) \[2818048\] R9 0x15A000 (size\_t) \[1417216\] R10 0x7FFAE5F60000 (void\*) R11 0x5064BF870 (void\*) R12 0x7FF6E507BA58 (void\* -> SkyrimSE.exe+30BBA58 add eax, \[rax\]) R13 0x5064BFCC0 (void\*) R14 0x7FF6E3E59880 (void\* -> SkyrimSE.exe+1E99880 ) R15 0x5064BFB90 (void\*)
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STACK:
\[RSP+0 \] 0x17A00000001 (void\*) \[RSP+8 \] 0x8 (size\_t) \[8\] \[RSP+10 \] 0x17A6B1CEC44 (char\*) "dds" \[RSP+18 \] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+20 \] 0x500000000 (size\_t) \[21474836480\] \[RSP+28 \] 0x17A00000000 (void\*) \[RSP+30 \] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+38 \] 0x7FF600000044 (size\_t) \[140694538682436\] \[RSP+40 \] 0xFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFE (size\_t) \[uint: 18446744073709551614 int: -2\] \[RSP+48 \] 0x17ABA6D5940 (void\*) \[RSP+50 \] 0x5064BFCC0 (void\*) \[RSP+58 \] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+60 \] 0x17A6B1CEC47 (void\*) \[RSP+68 \] 0x5064BFA58 (BSResourceNiBinaryStream\*) \[RSP+70 \] 0x1 (size\_t) \[1\] \[RSP+78 \] 0x7FF6E2C71435 (void\* -> SkyrimSE.exe+0CB1435 lea rax, \[0x00007FF6E2C718D0\]) \[RSP+80 \] 0xFFFFFFFF0000000A (size\_t) \[uint: 18446744069414584330 int: -4294967286\] \[RSP+88 \] 0x7FF6E21160EE (void\* -> SkyrimSE.exe+01560EE mov ebp, eax) \[RSP+90 \] 0x155604 (size\_t) \[1398276\] \[RSP+98 \] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+A0 \] 0xFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFE (size\_t) \[uint: 18446744073709551614 int: -2\] \[RSP+A8 \] 0x500000057 (size\_t) \[21474836567\] \[RSP+B0 \] 0x5064BFB90 (void\*) \[RSP+B8 \] 0x7FF6E3E59880 (void\* -> SkyrimSE.exe+1E99880 ) \[RSP+C0 \] 0x7FF6E507BA58 (void\* -> SkyrimSE.exe+30BBA58 add eax, \[rax\]) \[RSP+C8 \] 0x17A6B1CEC47 (void\*) \[RSP+D0 \] 0x17A6B1CEC47 (void\*) \[RSP+D8 \] 0x7FF6E340F709 (void\* -> SkyrimSE.exe+144F709 mov \[rbx+0x48\], rax) \[RSP+E0 \] 0x17ABA6D5900 (NiSourceTexture\*) Name: "data\\TEXTURES\\clothes\\bandit\\banditbootsm\_n.dds" RTTIName: "NiSourceTexture" \[RSP+E8 \] 0x17ABA6D5900 (NiSourceTexture\*) Name: "data\\TEXTURES\\clothes\\bandit\\banditbootsm\_n.dds" RTTIName: "NiSourceTexture" \[RSP+F0 \] 0x8 (size\_t) \[8\] \[RSP+F8 \] 0x17A00000044 (void\*) \[RSP+100\] 0xFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFE (size\_t) \[uint: 18446744073709551614 int: -2\] \[RSP+108\] 0x7FF6E381A910 (void\* -> SkyrimSE.exe+185A910 ) \[RSP+110\] 0x500155604 (size\_t) \[21476234756\] \[RSP+118\] 0x7FF6E2C718D0 (void\* -> SkyrimSE.exe+0CB18D0 push rbx) \[RSP+120\] 0x7FF6E2C71940 (void\* -> SkyrimSE.exe+0CB1940 push rbx) \[RSP+128\] 0x17A6B1C7FD0 (BSResource::\`anonymous namespace'::LooseFileStream\*) \[RSP+130\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+138\] 0x155604 (size\_t) \[1398276\] \[RSP+140\] 0x17ABA6D5900 (NiSourceTexture\*) Name: "data\\TEXTURES\\clothes\\bandit\\banditbootsm\_n.dds" RTTIName: "NiSourceTexture" \[RSP+148\] 0x7FF6E2C63B2E (void\* -> SkyrimSE.exe+0CA3B2E mov rax, rbx) \[RSP+150\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+158\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+160\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+168\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+170\] 0xFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFE (size\_t) \[uint: 18446744073709551614 int: -2\] \[RSP+178\] 0x7FF6E506C290 (void\* -> SkyrimSE.exe+30AC290 add \[rax\], al) \[RSP+180\] 0x5064BFB90 (void\*) \[RSP+188\] 0x17AA821F2B0 (void\*) \[RSP+190\] 0x17B08D4E6A8 (void\*) \[RSP+198\] 0x7FF6E2D446FE (void\* -> SkyrimSE.exe+0D846FE mov rcx, \[rdi\]) \[RSP+1A0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+1A8\] 0x17A6B1CEC18 (char\*) "data\\TEXTURES\\clothes\\bandit\\banditbootsm\_n.dds" \[RSP+1B0\] 0x3 (size\_t) \[3\] \[RSP+1B8\] 0x17AA821F038 (char\*) "(" \[RSP+1C0\] 0x7FF6E5078700 (void\* -> SkyrimSE.exe+30B8700 add \[rax\], al) \[RSP+1C8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+1D0\] 0xFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFE (size\_t) \[uint: 18446744073709551614 int: -2\] \[RSP+1D8\] 0x40000000 (size\_t) \[1073741824\] \[RSP+1E0\] 0x7FF6E50787B0 (void\* -> SkyrimSE.exe+30B87B0 add \[rax\], al) \[RSP+1E8\] 0x7FF6E507BA58 (void\* -> SkyrimSE.exe+30BBA58 add eax, \[rax\]) \[RSP+1F0\] 0x40000000 (size\_t) \[1073741824\] \[RSP+1F8\] 0x1 (size\_t) \[1\] \[RSP+200\] 0x17A6B1CEC18 (char\*) "data\\TEXTURES\\clothes\\bandit\\banditbootsm\_n.dds" \[RSP+208\] 0x7FF6E2D43BD7 (void\* -> SkyrimSE.exe+0D83BD7 xor edi, edi) \[RSP+210\] 0x17A6B1C7FD0 (BSResource::\`anonymous namespace'::LooseFileStream\*) \[RSP+218\] 0x2 (size\_t) \[2\] \[RSP+220\] 0x48 (size\_t) \[72\] \[RSP+228\] 0x17B08D4E680 (void\*) \[RSP+230\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+238\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+240\] 0x17A6B1C7FD0 (BSResource::\`anonymous namespace'::LooseFileStream\*) \[RSP+248\] 0x17A6B1C7FD0 (BSResource::\`anonymous namespace'::LooseFileStream\*) \[RSP+250\] 0x17A6B1CEC18 (char\*) "data\\TEXTURES\\clothes\\bandit\\banditbootsm\_n.dds" \[RSP+258\] 0xFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFE (size\_t) \[uint: 18446744073709551614 int: -2\] \[RSP+260\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+268\] 0x7FF6E2D43D36 (void\* -> SkyrimSE.exe+0D83D36 lea rcx, \[r15+0x438\]) \[RSP+270\] 0x20000002 (size\_t) \[536870914\] \[RSP+278\] 0xA0000002 (size\_t) \[2684354562\] \[RSP+280\] 0x17B08D4E680 (void\*) \[RSP+288\] 0x7FF6E507BA58 (void\* -> SkyrimSE.exe+30BBA58 add eax, \[rax\]) \[RSP+290\] 0x520000000 (size\_t) \[22011707392\] \[RSP+298\] 0x17B08D4CD48 (void\*) \[RSP+2A0\] 0x7FF6E50786E0 (BSResource::EntryDB\*) \[RSP+2A8\] 0x17B08D4CD48 (void\*) \[RSP+2B0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+2B8\] 0x7FF6E2D458D0 (void\* -> SkyrimSE.exe+0D858D0 mov rcx, \[rdi+0x08\]) \[RSP+2C0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+2C8\] 0x5064BFC90 (void\*) \[RSP+2D0\] 0x3 (size\_t) \[3\] \[RSP+2D8\] 0x17B08D4E6B0 (void\*) \[RSP+2E0\] 0x7FF6E50786E0 (BSResource::EntryDB\*) \[RSP+2E8\] 0x5064BFD68 (\`IOManager::DoOnPreRunTask'::\`2'::Pauser\*) \[RSP+2F0\] 0x12A (size\_t) \[298\] \[RSP+2F8\] 0x7FF6E5078728 (void\* -> SkyrimSE.exe+30B8728 and \[rdi+0x7FF6E507\], al) \[RSP+300\] 0x7FF6E5078738 (void\* -> SkyrimSE.exe+30B8738 add \[rax\], al) \[RSP+308\] 0x3 (size\_t) \[3\] \[RSP+310\] 0x17B08CA7278 (BSTextureDB::QueuedHandles\*) \[RSP+318\] 0x7FF6E2D468E0 (void\* -> SkyrimSE.exe+0D868E0 mov eax, \[rsp+0x30\]) \[RSP+320\] 0x17B08D4CD30 (void\*) \[RSP+328\] 0x5064BFC90 (void\*) \[RSP+330\] 0x3 (size\_t) \[3\] \[RSP+338\] 0x7FFB0B64FEAD (void\* -> KERNELBASE.dll+005FEAD nop \[rax+rax\*1\], eax) \[RSP+340\] 0x7FF6E50787B0 (void\* -> SkyrimSE.exe+30B87B0 add \[rax\], al) \[RSP+348\] 0x5064BFD68 (\`IOManager::DoOnPreRunTask'::\`2'::Pauser\*) \[RSP+350\] 0x17 (size\_t) \[23\] \[RSP+358\] 0x1 (size\_t) \[1\] \[RSP+360\] 0x7FF6E5078728 (void\* -> SkyrimSE.exe+30B8728 and \[rdi+0x7FF6E507\], al) \[RSP+368\] 0x7FF6E2C3DA0F (void\* -> SkyrimSE.exe+0C7DA0F add r12d, eax) \[RSP+370\] 0x3 (size\_t) \[3\] \[RSP+378\] 0x17B08CA7278 (BSTextureDB::QueuedHandles\*) \[RSP+380\] 0x7FF6E5078738 (void\* -> SkyrimSE.exe+30B8738 add \[rax\], al) \[RSP+388\] 0x5064BFE00 (void\*) \[RSP+390\] 0xFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFE (size\_t) \[uint: 18446744073709551614 int: -2\] \[RSP+398\] 0x7FF6E50786E0 (BSResource::EntryDB\*) \[RSP+3A0\] 0x17AE25458D8 (BSTextureDB::QueuedHandles\*) \[RSP+3A8\] 0x17B08CA7288 (void\*) \[RSP+3B0\] 0x6400000003 (size\_t) \[429496729603\] \[RSP+3B8\] 0x17AC2758B50 (void\*) \[RSP+3C0\] 0x4E20 (size\_t) \[20000\] \[RSP+3C8\] 0x111F9A5012 (size\_t) \[73544650770\] \[RSP+3D0\] 0x3 (size\_t) \[3\] \[RSP+3D8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+3E0\] 0x17AAC32C6C8 (void\*) \[RSP+3E8\] 0x7FF6E2D3681D (void\* -> SkyrimSE.exe+0D7681D add rbx, 0x08) \[RSP+3F0\] 0x17AAC32C680 (void\*) \[RSP+3F8\] 0x5064BFE00 (void\*) \[RSP+400\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+408\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+410\] 0xFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFE (size\_t) \[uint: 18446744073709551614 int: -2\] \[RSP+418\] 0x7FF6E3838D08 (void\* -> SkyrimSE.exe+1878D08 loopne 0x00007FF6E3838D74) \[RSP+420\] 0x17A7650C250 (BSTaskManagerThread\*) \[RSP+428\] 0x17A7650C250 (BSTaskManagerThread\*) \[RSP+430\] 0x17A7650C250 (BSTaskManagerThread\*) \[RSP+438\] 0x7FF6E2D3312F (void\* -> SkyrimSE.exe+0D7312F mov \[rbp+0x48\], r12) \[RSP+440\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+448\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+450\] 0x500000000 (size\_t) \[21474836480\] \[RSP+458\] 0xFE8 (size\_t) \[4072\] \[RSP+460\] 0x7FF6E4FC6801 (void\* -> SkyrimSE.exe+3006801 add \[rax\], al) \[RSP+468\] 0x17A3374FAA8 (void\*) \[RSP+470\] 0xFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFE (size\_t) \[uint: 18446744073709551614 int: -2\] \[RSP+478\] 0x7FF6E3838818 (void\* -> SkyrimSE.exe+1878818 xor \[rsi\], bh) \[RSP+480\] 0x17A00000000 (void\*) \[RSP+488\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+490\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+498\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+4A0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+4A8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+4B0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+4B8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+4C0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+4C8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+4D0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+4D8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+4E0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+4E8\] 0x7FF6E2C05E4D (void\* -> SkyrimSE.exe+0C45E4D mov rcx, \[0x00007FF6E4FC6898\]) \[RSP+4F0\] 0x7FF6E4FC68F0 (void\* -> SkyrimSE.exe+30068F0 add \[rax\], al) \[RSP+4F8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+500\] 0x3000058C20258C2 (size\_t) \[216173163325839554\] \[RSP+508\] 0x17A7650C250 (BSTaskManagerThread\*) \[RSP+510\] 0x17A7650C250 (BSTaskManagerThread\*) \[RSP+518\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+520\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+528\] 0x7FFB0CA97614 (void\* -> KERNEL32.DLL+0017614 mov ecx, eax) \[RSP+530\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+538\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+540\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+548\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+550\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+558\] 0x7FFB0DA826A1 (void\* -> ntdll.dll+00526A1 jmp 0x00007FFB0DA826C3) \[RSP+560\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+568\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+570\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+578\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+580\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+588\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+590\] 0xCB6FAE8E00000000 (size\_t) \[uint: 14659127237022842880 int: -3787616836686708736\] \[RSP+598\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+5A0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+5A8\] 0x7FFB0B700020 (void\* -> KERNELBASE.dll+0110020 mov \[rsp+0x10\], rbx) \[RSP+5B0\] 0x5064BEAC0 (void\*) \[RSP+5B8\] 0xBAB80001FFEF007E (size\_t) \[uint: 13454503895358177406 int: -4992240178351374210\] \[RSP+5C0\] 0x7FFBC01FAEAE (size\_t) \[140719236820654\] \[RSP+5C8\] 0x5064BEAC0 (void\*) \[RSP+5D0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+5D8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+5E0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+5E8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+5F0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+5F8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+600\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+608\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+610\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+618\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+620\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+628\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+630\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+638\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+640\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+648\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+650\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+658\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+660\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+668\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+670\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+678\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+680\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+688\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+690\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+698\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+6A0\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\] \[RSP+6A8\] 0x0 (size\_t) \[0\]
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MODULES:
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SKSE PLUGINS:
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2023.04.02 12:03 remote-enthusiast Collected 100 jobs from last couple of days

Hello friends! These are the open remote positions I've found that were published today. See you tomorrow! Bleep blop 🤖
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2023.04.02 11:12 ZephyrBrightmoon How to recognize when enough is enough in a relationship and establishing boundaries

WARNING: LONG POST IS LONG

When I say "enough is enough", I don't mean violence or other very, very large red flags or red flag factories.
I'm not going to go into the specifics of how I met my ex-husband, our dating, marriage, and other aspects of our relationship because I want to focus specifically on a particular type of behaviour here. This behaviour of my ex actually permeated our whole relationship in different ways and this story explains a lot of who he is, as a person. This kind of story could also apply to roommates, family members, or anyone you have to spend a lot of time around.
My ex-husband wanted me to wash the dishes all of the time. Dish washing was to be my duty and floor mopping was to be his duty, and so on. Division of chores is fine with me. We lived in an apartment that didn't have a dishwasher, just a single kitchen sink (not the two-sink variety where you can use one sink for soapy soak and the other one for rinsing off) and tap scenario.
I didn't mind being asked to do the dishes. I lived on my own at different parts of my life so of course I was capable of doing dishes. Get the dishes wet with the hottest water you can stand, use whatever kind of scrubber you need for the severity of the dirtiness of the dish, from scouring pad to stiff bristle brush, to the yellow sponge with that green stiff side, whatever. Soap up your scrubber and a dirty dish and scrub off the gunk. Make sure it looks clean, then rinse and stack to dry as you prefer.
Ex happened to come into the kitchen and managed to catch me washing the dishes for a moment. He then scrunched his face up in irritation and ripped the dish from me, growling, "You're doing it wrong!" I got upset and asked what I was doing wrong and he yelled, "You leave too much bubble on the dishes!" I had no clue but he explained that he thought I didn't rinse all of the soap off because he saw bubbles when I had the dish under the water and pulled it away, assuming it meant I was leaving soap residue on the plates and we were ingesting soap residue and were going to die from it. Anyone who has turned a faucet on to full blast would see that the water aerates as it comes out. It will bubble up on whatever surface it lands on and then the bubbles pop or wash away. It's just air bubbles in full pressure water shooting out of the tap.
I tried to tell him that but he refused to listen. He then angrily did the rest of the dishes. Its weird to watch someone Angry Wash a stack of dishes, but that's what he did, scowling, muttering to himself, and scrubbing so hard I thought he'd strip the rim decoration off of the Corelle dishware he was washing. He also absolutely drenched every plate, cup, and piece of cutlery in bleach! I made it clear that this was a stupid fight and he had no business yelling at me like that when I was just trying to do as he asked and wash the dishes. I then walked away before he could yell anymore at me.
A week or so later, he noticed I was washing the dishes again, but this time, I had finished and was putting away the plates. He said nothing, just sort of hovering at the doorway to the kitchen, then wandered away with a scowl. This time, he hadn't caught me in the act of washing any dishes directly. He saw me putting the clean dishes away. This meant he wasn't sure how I'd cleaned them. He waited until I dried my hands and left the kitchen to go do something else like watch YouTube or whatever. I saw him saunter into the kitchen and I thought nothing of it until I heard the water running continuously and heard some splashing about. I approached the kitchen doorway (It had no door. It's just an open entryway.) and was nearly knocked to the ground by the burning stench of bleach, and there he was, next to him a stack of every single plate, cup, and piece of cutlery he tried to guess I'd just washed. He was rewashing them! I complained, "Dude! I just washed those!!!" He replied with a snarl, "I know. That's why I have to rewash them."
What was his biggest beef? He didn't know if I "left bubble on the dishes" and I refused to douse our dishes in bleach. The smell from the kitchen made me cough and made my eyes water! Apparently we were all going to die if there wasn't enough bleach-wash of our dishes! He bleaches everything out of fear and terror.
We had another fight over how "unsafely I washed the dishes", and so I said to myself, fuck it, I refuse to do the dishes anymore! It took awhile but he finally noticed I wasn't doing the dishes, so then what did he do? Complained I wasn't doing the dishes. I told him why I gave up on it, that I was washing the dishes quite thoroughly enough and I resented him implying otherwise and then being so ridiculous as to rewash what I'd already washed. He argued he was forced to do it because I was doing them all wrong.
I walked away feeling shitty. I was a wife who couldn't properly do her share of the household duties and was letting my beloved husband down. A few days later, I came to him and apologized and said I promised to do the dishes again. He asked if I was going to do them correctly or not and I asked what he meant by that. He complained that I always had to do things in my life my way and never understood that so many of these things I did my way were better done if I did them his way. He said I was just too stubborn and selfish. I then offered to diligently learn "his way" and promised to do it exactly as he taught me.
He actually paused for a few moments to think about it, then scowled and said, "No. I don't believe you actually will do it my way if I'm not there to supervise you so no, you can't do the dishes. I will do them from now on." He then scowled at me with a face that said it was so awful that I had put him in a position that forced him to have to do the dishes!
Y'all. I gave up on this fight but not in sadness, but instead in irritation. I was not financially in a position to just up and move out, and back then, I still loved part of him and wanted to work things out, however not at the expense of my sanity and self-respect.
I realized that if he saw a dish I washed and yanked it out to re-wash it, the only person actually being hurt by this was him. I had left the kitchen and was doing my own thing, feeling satisfied that I had cleaned my dishes thoroughly safely enough. I stopped doing all the dishes and instead just washed the dish and cookware I had just finished using. If it sat in the sink for a bit before I got to them and this made him angry, I didn't care. They didn't sit longer than an hour and usually not even that long.
I stopped letting his, frankly dangerous, perfectionism be my problem anymore. I purchased my own damned set of plates and pointed out that they looked different than the others and that they were mine and he was not to even show the bottle of bleach to my plates let alone put any bleach *on them**. I shortened up my washing time to ensure he wouldn't be inclined to yank up my personal dishes and bleach them. Sure, I couldn't control if he pulled them out and *secretly bleached them but I wasn't going to play his crazy cat and mouse game. He hated the fact that I just no longer cared and he ended up giving up on trying to stealth-wash my stuff because he finally realized what I already had, that the only one who cared about it was him so the only person being burdened by it was him.
There's a reason I wrote up this whole story that goes beyond venting. I believe it feels kind of hollow and empty to give advice without explaining why you gave it or how you learned the advice you're trying to give.
I wanted people to see what I went through and feel my frustration to see if they were in a relationship with someone like this in their lives. You only truly know something when you experience it yourself. It's, of course, not about dishwashing but about disappointment and control.
Where the self-improvement angle comes in to this post:
Recognize when you're in a relationship that drains your soul even if there's no deep violence or verbal abuse. Someone doesn't have to be an alcoholic, drug addict, or violent person to still treat people miserably. Look deep at your relationship and ask yourself, "How much am I putting into this versus what I'm getting out of it?" Ask yourself if you feel you've been completely reasonable, and even ask other people you trust if you're not sure. If the consensus is you have, then allow yourself the right to feel reasonable and to feel tired of the disrespect. Tell yourself you don't deserve the treatment you're getting and then tell yourself that you're not going to *take it anymore***.
This advice can apply to roommates, best friends, and family members as much as it can apply to significant others, too. Reddit looOoOOoooOoves to tell people to "Dump them!/Divorce them!" and I don't think that's always the answer. Maybe like I once did, you feel you can't leave as you have nowhere to go, or maybe you think your relationship is still salvageable. Whatever your case, tell yourself you have a right to establish boundaries of respect in your home. If your partner refuses to respect you, you can refuse to accept and deal with their disrespect. Tell yourself it's ok to tell them, "I've done the very best I can and I'm tired of you disrespecting me over it. If you don't like how I did it, you can do it yourself but I'm done here." and either walk to some other part of your place and do your own thing or leave entirely and go for a walk to somewhere that's calming and enjoyable and do something nice for yourself to make up for their disrespect of you.
If you believe you've honestly tried your best and you feel you're not delusional on what "best" means, you don't have to tolerate this kind of behaviour and you don't deserve it. Don't let people like this bring you down.
Anyone who read this far, do you have any examples of these kinds of crazy control issues? Post them as a comment! I want to hear how you handled them!
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2023.04.02 10:19 cjisbi AITA for yelling at my sister

For a little backstory I (19 f) and my sister (13 f) share a room and I work full time at a fast food restaurant while she is in high school.
My sister has always been spoiled since she was kept in hospital a week after she was born for pneumonia. So she as always gotten what she wanted if my parents had enough money to do so while me and my brother (18 m) had to deal with her brattyness. Recently I had dropped out of uni for mental health reasons and plan on going to a different uni this year and I cannot wait either.
As I had mentioned me and my sister have to share a room as we live in a three bedroom house and my brother still lives with us too, as he has only recently turned 18 and dosent plan on going to uni, and our house isn't that large either as it's just a english council house meaning my sister and I are sharing alot of thing like a wardrobe and set of draws and currently we only have one bed while our room is being decorated (something I'm paying for all of) and our dad is building us some loft beds so we have room to have desks and shelves for our own personal space but my sister seems to now know what personal space means and keeps taking all of my things such as clothes, makeup and any art supplies I may have ,and usually I don't mind but recently she's gone to far as she's been taking the more revealing clothes I own and wearing them saying mum let her wear it or she was just 'borrowing' it but she doesn't clean the clothes after she 'borrows' them and she also ruined them by wearing them to the local park with her friends and getting mud or grass stains on them.
she also leaves clean clothes that she's pulled out of the wardrobe on the floor so they have to be cleaned again even though they haven't been worn and it's starting to piss me off so I've started to raise my voice since talking didn't seem to help and recently I bough a harley quinn make up set that I was saving until Halloween for a costume idea and she had taken the eye shadow out of and broke it all so its ended up on the clothes shes pulled out of the wardrobe and the bed which is white so I yelled at her for touching my stuff when there wasn't a need for her to.
This morning I got in from work (I work overnights on weekends) and found my favourite book torn up on the floor and it wasn't a paper back book either it was a hard back and a good one at that so now she's gone to far and I don't know what to do anymore I'm just so fed up with her and our mum always takes her side when I do tell her off for such things and calls me a bitch fr doing so . So am I the asshole or am I just being stupid.
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2023.04.02 09:20 Inventingmee I think my roommate is a sociopath

My roommate 38 male invited myself 28 female and best friend 29 male to live with him. We have both lived in Vegas for several years and recently moved closer to home. My current roommate is a long time friend although our friendship was more of we saw each other at parties and friends houses. He was making a really good offer that at the time was too good to pass up. I’m introverted and in the beginning struggled not having my own private space anymore. I’ve had to remind myself I’m in his home and I should adjust. Over the last 5 months I’m still questioning if I’ve made the right decision. For starters he’s almost 40 and never lifts a finger to help out cleaning. I’ll spend hours cleaning and he’ll actually start cooking as I’m cleaning the kitchen. Had I never started cleaning I can promise you he wouldn’t have started cooking. It’s a every time thing. He refuses to rinse dishes before piling them in the sink. I’ve been vocal about how that simple task would make it so much easier for me when I go to clean them but he goes on about I have ADHD and thinks saying “appreciate you hun” makes everything okay. He will leave his plates and bowls on the floor surrounding the couch for days unless I pick them up. I have to clean the bathroom counter daily due to him shaving and not cleaning anything up. His dog destroys trash and again only I pick it up. I made a comment one time about us needing to train the dog to not go through the trash and he said it was my fault for putting empty cat food containers in the trash. It’s true that I was doing that but his dog has been dragging the trash out prior to me putting my cats empty containers in the trash. I had a can in my room that I recently removed trying to make more space. He always tells me he appreciates everything I do but doesn’t dare to help. I have caught him in some stupid lies or exaggerations. So he host game night once a week and I started making a habit of cleaning after everyone leaves on that day so I’m not doing two big sessions each week. I still spot clean constantly. I noticed a few times he would tell his guest he was sorry about the mess & stress about how much he works and it’s hard to keep the house clean. He does this frequently enough one of his guest made a comment one day that between his two other roommates we all should be able to keep it maintained. His responses always lead to insinuate we are other ones making the mess when we are the only ones doing anything. In the five months he’s only purchased household supplies twice. Trash bags, Dish soap, toiletries, paper towels, sponges, laundry soap etc… he actually complained about me using too many paper towels once and I’m the one who purchased them. Then there’s the weird behavior. My first week he mimicked my outfit/style. I got dressed with a top knot bun bandana and oversized button down. 20 minutes later he had the same fit and hairstyle. It’s not just appearance. If I talk about anything he will later on at some point bring it up as his own interest or idea. Something else I find problematic is, I cannot vocalize a single opinion without him mansplaining why I’m wrong. It’s made me start to live in silence because I don’t feel like hearing why he thinks he knows more than my doctor or factual data. He tends to follow me around the house as well. I’d like to be able to get coffee without him trailing around. I can’t leave my door open because he will randomly approach the doorway and just stand there without saying anything. He obviously has the expectation of me needing to start the conversation, but I’m not going to because I will be in the middle of watching a movie, doing class work, on discord and he will just stand there and not say anything unless I start a conversation so I’ve started awkwardly ignoring it. Sometimes my silence will turn him away but sometimes he walks in and will start asking me questions causing me to close my computer. He volunteers me to assist him when he is working on vehicles. I’ll be getting out of the shower trying to do skincare and that’s the exact moment he will walk up and ask me to come outside and hand him dirty tools, or look under the vehicle, and tell him what I see. I’ll tell him I’m busy and really don’t want to and he will just continue to insist. It’ll only take 10 minutes. He has become increasingly passive aggressive over his dog. The dog has separation anxiety and will hound at my door all night long because his owner works graveyard. Even though I have a cat and it upsets her, I allow the dog to sleep in my room so I can also sleep. The dog has unintentionally grown fond of me and attempts to be with me at all times even when he is home. Including commands. He’s offended the dog listens to me. I sleep in the nude but I no longer can do that because as soon as he gets home, he goes into my bedroom to let the dog out, I woke up recently and he really took his time doing so and it made me super uncomfortable. The first four months there was absolutely no issues with my cat getting outside. She is an indoor cat. The past week he has “accidentally” left the back door open four times, resulting in her escaping every single time. He also loses some thing about once every few weeks and will go on rants about how he knows, he put it right there and we’ll make comments about well. I guess somebody snagged it or it just walked off. He has found the item every single time but each time it happens again, He will have the same reaction as if he has been stolen from.. My mom sent me home with Tupperware containers to which I cleaned and was on my way to return and he stopped me telling me it was the neighbors Tupperware. I explained the markings but I didn’t want to deal with arguing, so I immediately stated I was going to walk over to the neighbors and ask if they were hers and if so, I would continue looking for my moms even though I knew for a fact it was my mom.. he flat out refused to allow me to do that saying over and over again he would just buy her some brand new containers and it was fine. My mom could have them to which I responded she doesn’t need to be given them because they already belong to her.. it’s been cold recently, and my best friend smoke cigarettes. He always goes outside, but our roommate offered for him to use the game room because it’s on the other side of the house and has a sliding door and his friends smoke cigarettes in there on game night anyway, just keep the door open. Now every time his friends come over, he apologizes to them about the smell, saying we like to smoke in there. He always does it in a way that makes us feel bad. I’m not really expecting advise more so ranting and seeing if anyone else is going through this. I know what I need to do and I’m currently building on land with my family but until it is finished, I really don’t wanna have to find another place. I could continue to go on about so much more, but I will leave it at this.
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2023.04.02 09:03 Righteous_Fury224 Sympathy for a Succubus - Meridiana’s Story. Part 5

OCOC

Back again dear reader?
How lovely!
As I sit here in the well illuminated Magus’ office, I can hear the soft pattering sound of falling raindrops outside plus there is the scent of Petrichor in the air, gently drifting in through the open windows.
It is…gorgeous.
Such simple things that are part of the miracle of life on this planet that drifts along, circling a massive ball of nuclear fire through the inky black void of space.
Being with my Magus has made me ever so philosophical these days but I do still so much enjoy butchering people like bleating, terrified sheep. That can be so entertaining! The blood, the screams, the pleading and crying… all as wonderful as the sound of raindrops descending from the sky, landing on the roof with a pleasing resonance.
Oh I do wax lyrical at times… teeheehee…
Now then, back to my amazing story:
I had just sampled my Rum & Raisin Gelato for the first time, taking in the icy, milky sweetness and pungent flavour of the rum blended into the creamy concoction when… WHACK!
A ball flew out of nowhere, smacking me rudely in the side of my head, knocking my Gelato out of my heads, causing me a moment of stunned incredulity.
I felt no pain if that was your concern dear reader.
As my Magus said, it takes more than a surprise sneak attack with a leather clad football to harm me. Normally I would have plucked the offensive object out of the air yet I was so intent upon savouring my Gelato that my guard was down for an instant.
I spun around to see a group of six buff, fit, muscular looking young men, probably in their early twenties in age, all considering me and my Magus with derisive smirks.
One in particular, the one who had hit me with his ball, a tall, well-muscled, shirtless young man called out to us, with an arrogant snide tone in his voice,
“Hey, give us our ball back!” he demanded as I now had the offending item in my hands.
“Apologise to the lady and buy her a new Gelato,” said the Magus in a cold flat tone as he stood up, glaring daggers at the overly muscled moron.
“What? It was an accident man, don’t get upset, ok boomer?” the young offender laughed out aloud mockingly at us.
I was burning with fury at this point as was my Magus. I could feel his power itching to smite this fool.
The strutting, ignorant, puffed up idiot pushed out his muscular chest and strode the twenty or so feet towards us, trying to look threatening, thinking he could intimidate us and make us cower before him.
“What you going to do about it you, eh? Come on you fat fuck, you wanna have a go, do ya?” he called out as he stopped right in front of the Magus, daring him to act.
My Magus didn’t flinch an inch as the cretin had no idea he was seconds away from something extremely unpleasant. My Magus never took his eyes of the cretin but spoke to me,
“No but she will. Meridiana, remember what I said, no killing but everything else is fine. Teach this muscle brained mouth breathing imbecile a lesson he will never forget lest I butcher him...”
The arrogant young fool suddenly appeared apprehensive as I stood up, his ball now in my left hand. I extended my talons from the fingers in my hands, just enough to puncture and rip the ball apart into pathetic shreds which I tossed aside once done.
His eyes widened in total shock as he stumbled a step backwards.
“Tremens!”
I unleashed my power of Id Insinuation, a Psionic discipline of the mind which we Succubi possess that reduces our victims to apoplectic quivering wrecks, losing all control of their bodily functions from experiencing all-consuming pain, psychic misery and abject terror. I am a master at this Psionic Discipline if you are curious.
The arrogant, blustering fool had no mental discipline or defence against such an assault, collapsing down upon the ground with a low groan of wretched pain, his bowels and bladder immediately releasing as he began fitting uncontrollably, foam appearing from his mouth.
My Magus, went over to the now prone young man, rolled him onto his left side, removing a small leather-bound wallet (I learned the name later) from the back of his flimsy short pants and took out a colourful, small rectangle from it. Then he dropped the wallet back onto the spasming idiot on the ground.
“HEY! YOU”RE STEALING FROM WAYNO!”
“No. I am taking compensation from your inconsiderate dickhead who shall now be called Wanko as he owes the lady a Gelato. Pray that is all we take from your idiot friend,” my Magus said in a harsh growl.
‘Wayno’s compatriots were taken aback by the harshness of the glare from my Magus, not knowing what to do.
They had seen their leader felled with nothing but a word from me. I gave them a very wide, open smile, briefly showing them a glimpse of my fangs for just a second then made them normal human teeth once more.
Their eyes widened hugely in astonished fear.
I looked at my Magus with a beaming smile. This was how to use Power.
Reduce your enemies into snivelling, gibbering terrorised wrecks.
People started stopping and began staring at the scene that was unfolding around us. In a way I was a little sad as my perfect experience was ruined by an utterly inconsiderate, thoughtlessness of a bunch of overly charged testosterone filled idiots playing a stupid game with a ball when it was clearly obvious that there were many people about and one missed catch would result in… well a lost Gelato for a start!
The Magus focused his will, them waved his right hand with a small gesture saying,
“Sapiens Obscura!”
Everyone in the nearby vicinity all immediately stopped with a blank look on their faces, staring hollow eyed at the Magus.
“There is nothing to see here, you will remember nothing of this. Walk on, go about your business and have a lovely day.”
The crowd who had stopped to watch, were starting to get out their phones to film the incident, all suddenly did as the Magus commanded, just walking away with a faint puzzled smile on their faces as though nothing had happened.
Even the idiots’ friends walked off in a daze, leaving him still trembling and fitting in his own filth upon the ground.
I glanced back in almost adulation at my Maus.
What Power!
He saw me looking at him, shrugged and sighed.
“Here, you can have my Gelato, Meridiana. I shouldn’t eat it anyway, bad for my blood sugars. We should go as the glamour will not last and we do not want to attract more attention to ourselves.”
“That was wonderous Magus, to be able to influence so many minds like that…” I almost gushed at him.
He stared balefully at the still writhing, convulsing moron who had thoroughly soiled himself at this point, then shrugged.
“A simple use of The Will and The Way, combined with a hypnotical charm, makes it easy to do however I only had one prepared so we should not linger here. Let’s just walk away further down the path to a less crowded area and appreciate the sunset.”
I nodded in agreement, taking a small, tentative taste of the Magus’s Vanilla Gelato. Delightful!
Vanilla was far a more subtle flavour, not as bold as my now destroyed Rum & Raisin waffle cone. Perhaps a better flavour in the end as subtlety is a hallmark of refined taste. I enjoyed it immensely.
With my Gelato in my left hand, I took the Magus’ arm in my right, we gently strolled away from the scene of the destruction of my Gelato and the mind of a callous, bullying, cretinous idiot. He might recover… I hoped not. One less muscle bound thuggish oaf was what the world could do with right now. He would have made for a tasty snack though…
“I thought you said we should be careful, not use our power like that?” I asked after a couple of minutes of sedate walking.
I noted, glancing briefly to our rear, that there was no commotion behind us although after a few minutes some new passers-by had stopped to try to help the fallen fool.
“If he genuinely apologised to you for his oafish stupidity rather than try to bully us, I would not have done anything. Oxygen Thieves like that deserve a short, sharp shock. It is better than Percussive Cranial Adjustments.”
“What?”
“Punches to the head. If your hands are not conditioned and strengthened, you risk breaking bones within them by punching people in the head. There is a strong risk that you may render your foe unconscious, causing them to collapse, smacking their head on the floor resulting in them getting more damage to their already asinine cerebellums. Then the screaming and wailing starts, police are called, arrests are made, lives are ruined blah blah blah.. not worth the trouble no matter how tempting it is. However, in certain cases, a swift kick, punch or hard knee to the balls of the miscreant can solve a lot of problems extremely quickly and not result in a brain injury,” he added with a dark smile.
I erupted in evil laughter!
My demonic cackling drew some apprehensive eyes from passers-by but at this point I didn’t care. Even my Magus winked at me with a dry, faintly amused smirk.
“Oh Magus! That is most amusing. I shall use that tactic from now on as you are correct but you missed one minor detail,” I said with an infernal glint in my eyes.
“I did? Do tell,” he replied with a glimmer of mild curiosity.
“By ‘kneeing them in the balls’ as you so delightfully put it, you do damage to their second brain as almost all men think with their balls!”
The Magus stopped, then briefly chuckled at my cutting wit, shaking his head lightly.
“Very true Meridiana, very true. Come, here’s a free and clean enough bench for us to sit and watch the ocean and sunset,” he said as we came upon another empty park bench that looked out over the beach and sea.
I nodded and took my seat, focusing again upon my delightful, sweet snack while enjoying the ambiance of just being at the beach, watching humanity blithefully and ignorantly walking by, their minds closed to almost everything around them. Many had their faces glued to their phones, or had devices covering their ears, walking along at a brisk pace, ignoring the beauty that surrounded them. If I wasn’t a demon, I would had felt sorry for these people… but I didn’t. It made me despise them all for being such thoughtless idiots, so completely self-absorbed, locked inside in their pathetic little heads.
My Magus interrupted my musings,
“So what was that you did to that reprobate then Meridiana? I need to fully understand what powers and abilities you possess so we can properly plan for the missions ahead.”
“I see,” I replied primly as I crossed my legs, with them facing towards my Magus. I took another small bite from my Gelato then said, “How about you tell me what you think you know then I will… be honest with you Magus. Hmm… my that was difficult to say… no matter, I will fill in the gaps of your knowledge after you speak. I am so extremely curious as to what you think you know.” I sat back and observed him intently.
He shifted in his seat, turning more towards me, pausing in thought before speaking once more,
“Well… I know you can do the following: you can Shape Shift, altering your appearance to appear like different being, but does extend to animal forms?”
“No Magus but that is a good question! I can appear as other humans but there is a limit as I can only do so within a certain size range limit to the power. I cannot appear as a small child nor a giant man. I can appear as another type of demon, just not the massive ones like say a Pit Fiend or other large demons and I dare not appear as a Demon Lord or Prince as if they ever found out that a demon or someone was impersonating them… the torment they would inflict would be… beyond extreme for such an affront. Go on.” I took another little bite of my Gelato. So Good!
“Interesting… ok…your kiss will drain the life energy from your victim, reducing them to a crumbling lifeless husk?"
I nodded with a wide smile as I extended my long, deep red tongue, lapping and twirling around my Gelato seductively. He ignored it. Sigh.
“How long does it take for you to fully drain your victim?”
My eyebrows were raised at that question. My Magus was wise to ask this and it made me consider it too.
“I am impressed Magus, no one has ever bothered to ask that. I estimate maybe twenty to thirty or so resting heartbeats, perhaps a little longer? To be honest I never really paid attention as to how long the kiss took to drain my victim as I am normally in the moment, relishing the sensation of drinking a human’s lifeforce and energy but now I will. Thank you Magus. This makes me more aware of my abilities for my own purposes.”
“Hmm… I suppose we can time it in the future, but not here in this city. A withered husk appearing will attract too many questions for now. Next then, I understand that you can become Ethereal? Stepping into the that plane of existence briefly and becoming untouchable here.”
I nodded.
“How long can you maintain that ability, and how often can you use it?”
“Another excellent question Magus. I can use it at will as often as I like. As to maintaining it… you know I have never truly thought about that as I only use it to step away from threats that might actually harm me. Perhaps this is something else we can experiment on together Magus?” I said with a hopeful, demure smile.
This time I received the glimmer of approval from him which made me grin inwardly. His desire for knowledge! That’s his weakness! Oh happy day. And it included Gelato as well!
“That we must do as it may be vital for your own safety and survival. Knowing how long you can safely stay in the Ethereal Plane will be paramount. Next… I know you can Charm, use the power of Suggestion and Domination, that you have the power of Extrasensory Perception, which you used on me earlier on and you have the power of Clairaudience which allows you to listen in on your targets from a distance. Quite useful in combat and stealth situations I would say?”
“Yes it is Magus. I have used that many times to spy upon my victims and enemies, gaining much useful information without them ever being aware.”
I smirked once more as that power enabled me to ferret out so many secrets that were thought to have been spoken without anyone else listening. I now nibbled on the sweet wafer biscuit cone of my Gelato, oh how glorious that was.
“I know that you have Psionic Abilities, powers of the mind, but this is now where my knowledge falls short. I also believe that you are an adept in The Arts, capable of wielding magic and spells.”
I smiled broadly back at my Magus. He was indeed well informed.
“Yes, that is all true. Now I will tell you what I am fully capable of. Firstly I can walk… travel between the dimensions if I so choose. I do not need to create a Gate to travel between realms, I simply picture where I wish to go and I appear there. I can only do this for myself though. In addition, I must take care in not pushing to go beyond my limits, try to cross too many dimensions in one trip, as I could strain my mind and lose myself between dimensions. Next, I can go Invisible at will,” and did just that right in front of him, for a couple of seconds before reappearing once more. He nodded briefly and I was somewhat disappointed that I did not receive a bigger reaction. Oh well. There was still some waffle cone left.
With another little sigh I carried on,
“I can also detect the presence of magic within a thirty foot radius for over an hour or so but I have to maintain my concentration for this to continue otherwise the detection ceases after a minute. I have the power of Telekinesis…”
Now my Magus’s eye lit up with real interest. I stopped speaking as I knew he wanted to ask questions.
“Now that is an impressive ability. How much weight can you lift at your maximum exertion? What is your range? Are you able to use the power in a delicate, fine tuned way for minor manipulation?”
His enthusiasm was immensely gratifying. It was the most animated that I had seen him be thus far.
“Oh my Magus… so many questions! I had no idea that such an ability would intrigue you so much… perhaps I should have demonstrated that power when we first met?” I said with a teasing smirk.
He harrumphed but waited for me to continue.
“I know I am able to lift a war horse in full cataphract armour as I did so a few times during the campaign of General Flavius Belisarius against the Persians at the Battle of Dara, much to their shock and horror. It turned the tide of the battle I have to say with a little modesty. Empress Theodora was the one who summoned me and used me for a decade to help her favoured General. I liked her. She was utterly ruthless and exceptionally intelligent." I took a moment to have another bite of my Gelato before continuing,
"At the end of my service to her, I gifted her with Cancer which took her life painfully. And that leads us to another of my abilities, Cell Adjustment. I can, if I so choose, alter the very cells within mine or your body Magus, healing you and reshaping your metabolism. I also can do harm with it too, although that takes a lot more power and isn’t an instant way to kill people but it still can be fairly quick way to murder someone, often painfully so. I may cause a blood clot to form which travels to the brain or thicken the arteries of a victims heart making it have a seizure or perhaps flooding their body with so much adrenaline that they fit uncontrollably… so many options….” I mused openly as I tried to remember the ways I had killed with this power before.
I am a Master of Human anatomy by the way, having spent tens of thousands of years eviscerating my victims, inspecting their corpses afterwards as well as later studying under learned Greek physicians back in the early days of the Roman Empire.
My Magus gave me a cool assessing, calculating stare. I could see he had taken the hint, that I could completely alter his physiology, potentially removing the excess weight from his body, repairing the damage that such a condition had done to him. My hook was baited.
“I… see… go on Meridiana.”
There was a very cautious tone in his voice now. My inner smile only grew.
“Moving on, I can shield my mind exactly like you did with an Intellect Fortress and Thought Shield. The power I used upon the thoughtless buffoon, the Id Insinuation, I can also employ over a twenty by twenty foot area. All within will feel my wrath and despair as he did. Unless they are incredibly strong willed or have mental defences like we do. I can also let loose a Psionic Blast if I so choose but that is a wasteful use of the power in my humble opinion. And of course I have my spells,” I said as I used my power to open the tiny pocket dimension to where I had hidden my tome of magic and other priceless treasures.
A small tear in the fabric of reality briefly appeared in front of us and the Magus looked in, seeing my not insignificant horde of treasures, which included my priceless tome of spells.
“This is another of my abilities, Pocket Plane. It can access a tiny alternate reality, where I keep all my precious things. Only I can access it, no one else can,” I said with a pointed glance at the Magus. He understood instantly and was deeply fascinated by the pocket plane.
Everything was stashed carefully away from all who would covert its contents, including my Demon Lord who despite all the torture he and his minions inflicted upon me for nigh on a thousand years, was never able to break me, denying him from stealing my treasures from me!
I would rather cease existing than let that happen which he eventually learned thus giving up on the attempt as he preferred to keep tormenting me for eternity anyway, rather than end my existence. I quickly closed the portal lest it attract unwanted attention.
"Now as you mentioned earlier, I am an Adept in The Art, ranked at a power-level of fifteen I am proud to say. I suspect that you are a few levels higher than myself but do not have as many spells as I have, do you?”
I took one last bite of my waffle cone, casually dangling the prospect of more power to the Magus. Such a wonderful combination, frozen sweet cream and sugary crunchy biscuit. The Roman Byzantines would have gone mad for it. Ahh well.
“You are correct Meridiana. Spells and magic are extremely rare these days. I have some theories as to why that is however we can discuss them later. Sufficed to say, I will need more spells and that is also why I summoned you, to teach me as much as I am teaching you and I know full well you are going to try and ensnare me with that,” he said with another dry, cold laugh. “Instead of you trying to enslave me, how about we do deals instead?”
Now that was a language I could speak and my smile grew ever so wide.
“But of course my dear Magus, just give me control of what is left of your soul…” I laughed.
He had the temerity to laugh at me.
“Oh no Meridiana… you fail to grasp your situation. This is not you holding power over me, it is me holding power over you… oh you see it now don’t you? I have turned your face to alabaster, because you discovered that what you thought was your servant was all along, is your master. You are wrapped around my finger,” he said pointed to a shining band of gold around the third finger on his left hand. I stared in horror at it.
“Yes, not only are you bound to me body and soul, but your essence is bound within my wedding ring. My wife bought that for me with pure love in her heart. You know certain objects have power. This is one of them… one ring to rule you… “ he laughed chillingly again at my dismay. Oh how deliciously evil he can be.
I was stunned.
He had trapped my essence in a Phylactery. How, I did not know?
The wedding ring, an object that bound two hearts together, the circle a symbol for eternity, now held my essence within its golden circle of eternal love.
“Oh don’t look so pissed. You’d have done it to me, well not via a wedding ring that's for sure but still, you would have enslaved me. Again, I do not seek to control you but I am not stupid, I know the parable of the Frog and the Scorpion. You will always try to enslave and dominate me, it's who you are, it's your nature. Look, Meridiana and think before you lose control again. I am not your usual chump of a wanna-be Magus. Times have changed. I am prepared to unleash you upon the world to spread chaos and mayhem. If anything, you OWE me from getting you out of hell. And I am housing you, feeding you, clothing you, giving you knowledge and will protect you from other demons that WILL come looking for you. Oh yes, don’t think that your former lord hasn’t noticed by now that you’ve flown the coup! He will be furious. And that binds us together even more so because part of my plan is that we kill him and seize his throne for ourselves," said the Magus casually.
Dear reader… in all my existence, nothing has ever floored me with it’s sheer breathtaking audacity. My face was already drained of colour when he revealed his total control over me but more so, the scope of his plan… beyond incredible.
I bowed my head to him in total subjugation…for now.
“I am yours Magus. I will do as you say. Your plan to gain our…freedom… is audacious in the extreme. If we can achieve this…” I said breathlessly, my eyes alight with burning lust for him now. Again, to my immense disappointment, he ignored my sultry steamy gaze.
“Always aim as high as you can Meridiana. The Will and The Way will get us far, further than you can imagine but I need more knowledge and power as do you. Now do you see why I want you as a partner? We have a target painted on us and the clock is already ticking. Soon your former lord will start to try to send his minions through the void to retrieve you and drag me there as well. We don’t have time for games Meridiana, that is if you wish to stay here?”
“I do want to stay… I will do as you ask Magus but I must ask…why? Why take such a risk?”
“It’s better to rule in hell then serve in heaven don’t you think?” he said with a evil grin as he stood and offered his hand to me. “And your old boss needs his head blown off with a sawn-off double barrelled enchanted shotgun, filled with 12 gauge 000 buckshot made from the metal from the nails of The True Cross… right to his fucking face!” my Magus snarled savagely.
Oh how beautiful that sounded.
“Absolutely! I am all in. I have no real choice anyway do I?”
I took his hand in mine and ever so gently squeezed it.
“You do. I admit that I have forced this upon you but look at the alternative, spending eternity, eventually going insane from boredom, within your cell because Pope Sylvester II confessed on his death-bed. That wasn’t your fault. Mind you, you did underestimate the willy priest now eh?”
I nodded with a sigh and chagrin upon my face.
“Yes, that is true.”
“Your lord throws an epic tantrum, what I’d call “chucking a wobbly”, even though you were one of the top demons in soul possession and ruination. What a stupid cunt. Only a complete fuckwit throws away his best employee in a fit of pique like that.”
I burst out laughing at that dear reader. No one would EVER dare to call my former lord those things but my Magus did. I felt the ebullient elation once more. This man had an epic vision.
“Now then, I assume you are still hungry? And for food for now Meridiana.”
“Yes Magus,” I said with a small smile.
“Good. We’ll go grab dinner at the best buffet in town as that will be the the most effective way you can satisfy your appetite. It’s only Tuesday so it won’t be overcrowded. Then we can go to the casino next door where you can use your skills to steal a fortune from those rapacious bastards!”
My smile could not be wider dear reader. The promise of all I can eat (sadly not human souls or hearts) and the chance to steal from those who steal with their rigged games!
This was turning out to be the most amazing day in all my life.
We made our way back to the car when I noticed that all the cars had little metal plates on both the front and the back, inscribed with Arabic numerals and roman letters.
As we got to the car, I noticed what the Magus had on his metal plates:
HWY2H3LL
Oh rapture!
Part 6
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2023.04.02 08:40 Tarrax_Ironwolf Two shrines - same size but with different 'Impressiveness' ratings

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In the picture below, I have two shrines exactly the same dimensions. Both have alters and wall decorations.
The Restitutionists has a dirt floor and nothing else added and has a Good rating.
The Oak Brethren has limestone flooring, a clay brazier (one also partially built) and a second idol in the process of being built and it has a Modest rating.
How is the Restitutionist shrine better than the Oak Brethren temple with no updates to the room?
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2023.04.02 05:10 duellingislands 6:33 EEST; The Sun is Rising Over Kyiv on the 403rd Day of the Full-Scale Invasion. This week's entry in our Ukrainian Recipes Series is all about Ukrainian Easter Bread - a delicious and exquisite confection with ancient roots. + Discussion + Charities!

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Another entry in our series on Ukrainian cuisine! Previous entries:
Borshch Varenyky Salo Syrniki Korovai Horilka Pampushky Banosh Chebureki Hrechanyky Kyivskyi Cake Makivnyk Vyshnyak Drunken Cherry Cake Varenukha Pumpkin Porridge Lazy Varenyky Holubtsi Kolach Kvas Christmas Borshch Uzvar Kutya Beetroot Salad Kapusnyak Nalysnyk Bublyk Deruny Wild Mushroom Sauce Yavorivskyi Pie Spring Dough Birds Kholodets
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Ukrainian Easter Bread

Traditional Easter bread with requisite happy little candles.
Easter is at our doorstep! I have wonderful memories of how when I was a kid my family's preparation for Easter would surpass any other holiday. Sometimes people were preparing for it for months. For many communities, Easter in Ukraine is basically a Christmas-level amount of socializing, parties, relaxation, and presents. We will dedicate several posts to these traditions later this week, but to give you time to possibly bake one yourself, we will begin today with an iconic element of the holiday: Easter bread.
This confection is a round, impressive bread that often has bits of fruit and sometimes even icing. Its crumb is very rich but also light, it's definitely bread but it's a little like cake. It's sweet, but not intensely so. I can assure you from experience that it's a fun and tasty treat, no matter what your traditions are or what beliefs you hold!
People make versions that have that old school charm, but it's also very common to experiment. If you are tired of cooking - or if you just want to have many breads - you can find them at most stores around holiday time.
Modern Easter Bread in Kyiv: (Top Left) By restaurant \"Zigzag\", with pink icing and dried fruits and nuts (Top Right) By Ievgen Klopotenko's restaurant \"100 Years Ago in the Future\", lava cake style with dried cranberries infused with cognac, topped with meringue and wheat ears. (Bottom Left) wreath-shaped bread with with almond crust, raisins and dried pears from \"March & Co\" (Bottom Right) traditional bread with candied nuts, and \"Victoria's Secrete\" bread filled with mascarpone, raspberry puree and whipped cream, with pink icing and fresh strawberries by Milk Bar.
This ritual food has pre-Christian traditions as Christian Easter overlapped with the previous tradition of celebrating the Spring solstice, when the power of the Sun finally overpowers Winter's forces. With Christianity, older traditions in Ukraine were absorbed and became a part of the new worldview, yet ended up quite cozy there too.
We will write very soon about the Easter basket, a basket of various tasty morsels that Ukrainians bring for Easter to be blessed at the church. Easter Bread is the centerpiece - a bright little yellow sun that beams its warmth outward.
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Paskas and Babkas and Babas, Oh My!

Three antique vessels for baking Ukrainian Easter Bread.
If you look up this dish online, you may wonder about the many related names you’ll find. In some regions of the country, for instance, Paska and Babka are completely interchangeable terms and the differences I’ve highlighted below aren’t applicable. But in others, the words refer to different forms (tall and thin vs. short and wide) and recipes (how rich, how sweet).
As you can see, the tapestry of our cultural dialogue is as rich as the holiday bread :)
Our friend food anthropologist Pani Stefa defines the distinction, at least for Western Ukraine. According to her academic research, there have always been two different traditional types of Easter bread - Paska and Babka (more traditionally referred to its older name, Baba). Paska is usually wider and shorter, and Babka is generally considered a much richer recipe as Paska has fewer eggs. Babkas are taller, and are baked using 30 or 40, sometimes even 60 eggs! As eggs are hugely important to the symbology of Ukrainian Easter, it makes total sense to go a bit crazy with them. Finally, Babka is often sweeter, sometimes with added spices and raisins.
According to the Ivan Honchar Museum, Paskas were baked in special vessels called Paskovniks, and Baba were baked in clay, rough-walled, watered Babanika which sometimes had a hole in the middle so that the baba had the shape of a wreath.
The words Babka and Paska come from different roots - Babka comes from Slavic word “baba” which simply means woman. Paska is derived from Greek, which in turn derived from the Jewish holiday of Pesach, also known as Passover. However, in the Christian tradition over time it became associated with the resurrection of Christ, and many Orthodox Christians refer to the Easter event itself as Paska or Paskha. In Ukraine it is more traditional to call this holiday Velykden, which just means Big Day.
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How to Make Ukrainian Easter Bread

Cozy little breads, ready for the basket.
Making Easter Bread is like making any yeast based dish, just with lots of eggs and sugar. Traditionally, babka is always baked with butter and not oil.
Ingredients
  • Starter mix:
    • Milk: 250ml
    • Flour: ⅓ of a cup
    • Sugar: 1 teaspoon
    • Yeast (dry): 21g
  • For Dough:
    • Flour: 6 cups
    • Egg yolks: 10 (you may add more if you want babka to be more yellow!)
    • Eggs: 3
    • Butter: 220g
    • Vanilla essence: 2 teaspoons
    • Lemon zest: 1 tablespoon
    • Sugar: 250g
    • Salt: 1 teaspoon
    • Milk: 2 tablespoons
    • Raisins (optional): 250g
  • For Baking:
    • Egg: 1
    • Forms
    • Butter
  • For Icing:
    • Confectioner's sugar: 500g
    • Butter: 4 tablespoons
    • Milk: 3 tablespoons
    • Vanilla extract: 1.5 teaspoons
Recipe
  1. Combine all ingredients of the starter mix, with the exception of yeast, in a large pan. Make sure the milk is lukewarm. Mix to combine.
  2. Add yeast and place to proof for 10 minutes or so. The surface should be covered with bubbles indicating that the little yeast guys are working.
  3. In another pan combine egg yolks, eggs and salt. Beat it with a mixer. Add sugar and continue to beat until the mix becomes lighter.
  4. Add butter, lemon zest, keep mixing.
  5. Add starter mix and mix it very well.
  6. Add flour and then knead for:
    1. 7-10 minutes if you use a bread machine
    2. 10-20 minutes if you do it by hand
  7. (Optional): Add raisins.
  8. Place it in a warm place, for a couple hours. The dough should increase in volume by 100%.
  9. Knead again for a few minutes and then let it sit again, this time for a little bit.
  10. Butter up (or spray with cooking oil) forms to bake babkas. You can use forms you use for Bundt cake. Divide the dough and place it in your forms. It should take up only about ⅓ of the pan.
  11. Beat one egg with 2 tablespoons of water. Paint the top of the babkas with this mix so after baking it is glossy.
  12. Now the baking. We start with 190 degrees Celsius for about 10 minutes. Then we lower it to about 180 degrees and bake it for another 30 minutes. Then we lower it to 140-135 and bake it for another 15 to 20 minutes or even longer, depending how big we made our bread. If babka starts to burn on top, you can cover it with parchment paper or foil.
  13. Take the babka out and let it sit for 10 minutes. Slide it out of the form using a knife.
  14. Make icing by combining all ingredients needed for icing. Beat it and decorate babka only when it is completely cooled down. I like to make sure my icing is really thick and goopy, like spilled flat white paint that has dried, for the full visual effect.
Tips
  • Babka is first baked at a high temperature so that the dough rises well and forms a hard crust, and then the temperature is lowered.
  • You will need cylindrical pans that have no wood, plastic or any other parts that cannot be used for baking.
  • It is preferred for the kitchen to be warm and draft-free when working with the dough.
  • It is better to use eggs at room temperature and soft butter.
Decorations
Babkas are usually decorated with shapes of flowers, crosses, and rhombuses made of dough. Often it is glazed with a healthy (unhealthy) amount of icing and topped with sprinkles or other decorative elements. If you're not into icing so much, you can also brush with simple syrup. All in all, as you can see from those restaurant pics above, it is not exactly uncommon to go a little overboard with the decoration :)
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2023.04.02 05:08 Future_Ad_3485 The Swallow and the Mad Hatter Part Four: A Banshee of a Reunion

The morning sun blinded me, my head rested on Demy’s chest. Scarlet colored my cheeks, his arm was draped around my shoulder. So many thoughts bounced around my head, the awkwardness of the moment shaking my nerves. His eyes fluttered open, his lips brushing against the top of my head. His touch seemed gentle as always, the tenderness not leaving anything to be desired.
“Good morning, my little swallow.” He groaned huskily, rubbing my shoulders. “I wonder what today will bring us.” My heart fluttered, his finger lifting up my chin. Pressing his lips against mine sensually, time stopped. A knock interrupted us, Old Man Dallas poked his head in. A golden envelope fluttered in his hand, my eyes falling on the pile of cash in the other. Demy rolled his eyes, a lump forming in my throat. Regret dimmed Old Man Dallas' eyes, the envelope trembling in his hands.
“This was left from the last job, and here’s a new one. It will hit close to home for you, Scarlet.” He warned me cautiously, setting them both down on the bureau. “I am sorry.” Leaping out of the bed, my fingers curled around the letter. My mother’s name greeted me, the letter floated to the floor. Shaking my head, my hands waved around.
“The answer is no.” I whispered briskly, chewing on my lip. “I won’t help her. No, not at all. I can’t even begin to describe the way she treated me as a kid.” Old Man Dallas dusted off his cream suit, his shoulders shrugging. Clearing his throat, my lips pressed into a thin line. Refusing to look at me, a nervous grin twitched on his lips. The fact that she found a rich husband didn’t shock me, intense hatred brewed in me. How dare she live happily while I suffered greatly!
“They requested you specifically.” He pointed out severely, his jaw tensing. “They won’t stop calling me. So you need to go. They are willing to pay you ten million dollars. Seemed like an odd amount.” Tears welled up in my eyes, the amount was what she received for selling me to River Creek Associates. Their front was a lawyer’s office, all of it hiding us assassins. What was her game? Picking up the paper, the upper crust of my town was where her mansion was. Bowing my head in shame, all I ever seemed to be was a pawn to be sold. Demy wrapped his arms around my waist, his chin resting on my forehead. Scarlet colored my cheeks, his gentle touch barely aiding my tension.
“I have an answer to your solution. Say I am your boyfriend and show her that you are happy.” He suggested seriously, my heart skipping a beat. “We practically act like a couple. Wouldn’t you say so, Old Man Dallas?” A sly grin curled on his lips, shock rounding my eyes. Boyfriends weren’t an option in the River Creek Associates, a strange excitement buzzed in my eyes. Apprehension left my desire in my shadows, the harsh memories whipping me in my back.
“Fine.” I sighed in defeat, cupping his hands. “If this is going to work, you have to be my real boyfriend.” Spinning me around, his arms curled around my waist. Lifting up my chin with his finger, his Cheshire Cat grin frightened me. Leaning down towards my ear, his next words caused my ears to flatten.
“If that is what you wish, my little swallow.” He whispered gruffly, sending my nerves into a frenzy. “I will be your boyfriend. Hell, I will marry you if you wish. I told you that I am so fond of you. This Mad Hatter would love to have a little swallow.” Grazing my fangs along the nape of his neck, my next words made his heart rate pick up.
“I am already married to you practically with this collar.” I mused playfully into his ear, his grip on me strengthening. Kissing me hungrily, my heart rate soon matched his. Arching towards him, a throat clearing stealing the moment. Sliding on my boots, we stepped into a crispy version of the transportation circle. Tracing the symbols with a fresh piece of chalk, Demy stepped in behind me. Cutting my palm, my blood pooled into a tiny palm. Moving my hand over the symbols, they glowed to life. Placing the letter in my palm, my flames devoured the curling paper. Scarlet energy hummed to life, the bedroom shifted to a lush backyard of a rolling mansion. The reddish-orange brick taunted me, the dark gray slate roof completed the look. Offering him my palm, Demy’s tongue licked the blood off. Wrapping my hand, our eyes fell on my well dressed mother. Her salt and pepper hair was twisted into a simple side bun, the bone white dress hugging her five foot two hourglass figure. Stiffening at the sight of her, it took everything to not kill her.
“My beautiful daughter has come to see me!” She slurred drunkenly, the smell of whiskey on her breath nauseating me. “Who is this handsome young man?” My brow cocked in response, my hands wrapping around his arm involuntarily. Tears welled up in my eyes, every cell wanting me to run. Reaching out for me, he stepped in front of me. Tipping his hat in her direction, his hair nearly touched the grass as he bowed in her direction.
“I am Demetros Deaclon, her fiance.” He introduced himself boldly, snapping his fingers behind his back. “I suspect you are the lovely lady who created my little swallow.” A black band formed on my finger, a large blood ruby sprouted from the center. Wicked laughter burst from her lips, her head shaking.
“I find it very hard to believe you actually love her. She is a messy little burden of a child. I was so happy to sell her at the ripe age of seven.” She gloated jovially, her stern husband marching up to her side. “Jimmy, you came out to greet my monster of a daughter.” His slate gray eyes narrowed in her direction, a quiet fury seethed in his eyes. Running his hand through his slicked back silver hair, his wrinkles creasing with a genuine smile. Dusting off his suit, he motioned for her to go back into the house. Tears stained my cheeks, my body trembled in Demy’s arms. Clutching me close to his chest, she stumbled back into the mansion. All of the raw emotion of her beating and selling me bubbled to the surface, my emotional center shattering by the second.
“You will have to ignore your mother. She is a nasty drunk witch.” He apologized sincerely, Demy tipped his hat in his direction. “I am your Uncle Gary Graystone. Do come in? I have a fresh pot of coffee ready. My housekeeper made some apple pie. You guys do eat, right?” Dusting off his expensive navy suit, he adjusted his tie anxiously. Tucking his hands into his pocket, anxiety wore on his face. Squirming out of his arms, surprise rounded his eyes the moment I embraced him warmly. His rich cologne wafted up my nose, a violet aura surrounded him. Soaking his jacket with my tears, years of guilt soaked the top of my head.
“Thank you for taking care of my mother.” I sobbed happily into his shoulder, simply happy to have a family member in my life. “We won’t be charging you.” His lips parted in protest, Demy clearing his throat. Stepping back, he examined the ring on my finger. A curious glint twinkled in his eyes, a sly grin dancing across his lips.
“I have to pay you a little bit. How about this? You can have a small ceremony here. The ring is quite nice.” He commented with a bemused grin, guiding us to the carriage house. “I seem to be having the biggest ghost problem. I hear screaming every night and it is terrifying. Do you think you can fix it?” Flashing him a bright smile, my fingers wiped away my own tears.
“Sounds like a banshee.” Demy said simply, taking off his hat. “That should be a simple fix. Do you mind if I use your library?” Motioning for us to go ahead, the look in her eyes told me to hang back by my uncle. Walking next to him felt odd, Demy leading the way back in. Something felt off, my eyes falling on my mother in the window. Standing straight up in the highest window, a cloudiness masked her caramel eyes. A pale hand gripped her shoulder, a shrill shriek shattered my eardrums. Blood poured from my ears, my bright smile hiding the pain. Pushing through the pain, the shriek died down. Wiping the blood off of my face, Demy hadn’t noticed my mother or me wiping away the blood. Cupping the whiskey bottle in her hands, large gulps of whiskey poured down her throat. Stumbling around, panic gripped me the moment she disappeared. Demy was seconds from entering, all of the glass blowing out.
“Cover your ears!” I ordered urgently, knocking my uncle to the soft grass. Shrill shrieks shattered the early morning breeze, my mother limping out. Her head spun all the way around, the cracking of her neck nauseating me. Bending backward, her bones twisted into unnatural angles. Ripping out his gun from his jacket, a whole round did little to deter her crawling towards us. The shrieking increased in volume, a whistling fogginess tortured my ears. My fingers curled around my staff, a clicking noise came to life as it shifted into a scythe. Snapping my fingers, a pair of headphones popped up in my hands. Dropping them onto his head, he lowered his hands.
“Don’t take those off unless I tell you to.” I warned calmly, feeling around my boot for the salt from the Irish waves. “Stay in the circle.” Gripping the bag, Demy clapped his hands. Popping up next to me, blood stained the left side of his face. Helping me up, my balance was off. Drizzling the salt in a circle around us. The twisted version of my mother smashed against an invisible wall, maggots poured from her gunshot wounds. Cloudy eyes met mine, an Irish lullaby poured from her lips. The hollow words caused my face to pale, a clammy sweat drenching my skin. Why couldn’t I even try to kill her? The song slowed to a halt, my heart sinking into my stomach. Her broken bones snapped loosely into the resemblance of a human, her body twitching like a broken doll.
“Wee little sparrow.” An elderly Irish female voice crooned cruelly, her hands pressing against the invisible wall. “That lassie didn’t love you at all. Must be such a cruel joke for you to even exist. Your mommy hated you from the moment you were born. You, wee little sparrow, were born a dead child. Evil courses through your blood, your father is a lead demon himself. He hired me to kill you. He said something about you taking his throne. Your mother died weeks ago, although I have to say it is a busted model. I couldn’t even get her to stop drinking. I would really like to get paid. So please let’s play. Your lad here, won’t even put a dent in me.”
“Only I can talk about my mother that way.” I retorted venomously, seeking a way to beat my possessed mother. Stepping out of the circle, my hand caught the shattered wrists of my mother. A tiny curved blade spun in her other hand, the sheepskin handle barely moved with her effort. A cry of pain burst from my lips, the blade quivered in my side. Smashing my boot into her chest, she rolled into the biggest tree. Spinning my blade over my head, several sparrows fluttered around me. Soma landed on my shoulder, whispering a spell into my ear. Demy stepped out of the circle, Soma fluttered away. Gee, thanks for the help.
“Salt of the Irish Seas, Lady of the trees.” I chanted confidently, horror widening my mother’s cloudy eyes. “Trap her in a tree where she can sleep for all an eternity.” Slamming the tip into the grass, thick chocolate brown roots burst through. Shrill shrieks intensified, the roots twisted around her body. The last shriek flickered out, a calm serenity washed over his property. My staff shrank down, a golden chain resting next to it. Demy snatched the chain, his nimble fingers wrapping it around the tree. The gravity of the situation hit me, my mother was trapped in a tree because of me. Sinking to my knees, the blood may as well have been on my hands. A rushing noise filtered into my ears, my eardrums healing back to normal. The sound of the water crashing over the sands did little to quell my nerves, a concerned Demy crouched down to my level. Rubbing my back, he clutched me to his chest. Pressing his palm to the wet grass, the glass floated into the air, piercing itself together. Of course, he could fix a window.
“It appears you were born dead.” He chuckled softly, the ring still glittering on my finger. “You can keep that on you if you wish. I am more than okay with waiting until you actually say yes.” Playing with the ring, the image of my mother twisted around brought me right back to a fearful state. My heart was seconds from beating out of my chest, a throat clearing stealing me from my train of thought.
“Let’s go inside and discuss your marriage.” He offered serenely, passing me my headphones. “I have to thank you for completing the job. I might also have some photos of your father. He did run with our friend group back in the day.” Swallowing the lump in my throat, a marriage was definitely not what I signed up for. The photos were appealing though, my mind racing wildly at the chance of seeing what my father looked like. Following him in, his face fell at the broken dishes all over the floor. Getting on my knees, he waved his hands around.
“Let the maid get this. A bonus will most likely be necessary. Dishes are replaceable. You two aren’t.” He chimed nonchalantly, Demy tossing me over his shoulder. Sitting me down on his tan leather couch, glass crunched with each of Uncle Gary’s steps. A bag of crackers and a block of cheese rested in his palms, a pleasant smile brightened his features. Sitting down across from me, my eyes fell on the myriad photos of our huge family. They all looked so happy without me, shame dimming my eyes. Demy plopped down next to me, his hand yanking me onto his lap. Curling his arms around my waist, he refused to let go. Rushing off to get a couple of albums, Demy grabbed the cheeseboard, cheese and knife.
“I only lied about the fiance thing to impress your mother.” He admitted sheepishly, his trembling fingers struggling with the cheese. “I can’t get this damn thing open.” Being engaged to him didn’t seem too bad. Taking the cheese from him, pure joy lit up his face at my next words.
“I mind being engaged to you.” I proclaimed honestly, cutting open the package. “I told you I love you. We are kind of stuck with each other anyway. I wouldn’t mind being your wife one of these days.” Watching me cut up the cheese, no words could come to his lips for the first time in a long while. Resting his chin on my head, I could feel his aura shifting to a nice white one. Smiling warmly to myself, I really meant it.
“Okay. If you really are okay with it.” He stammered oddly, feeding me a piece of cheese. “You really are something, aren’t you?” Cutting up the last of the cheese, the wood clattered against the long oak coffee table. Spinning around to face him, a deep crimson colored his cheeks. Holding the ring up to the light, it felt so right. A knock on the door interrupted us, a tall slender man sauntered into the living room. Running his hand through his slicked back onyx hair, his ruby eyes shimmered excitedly in my direction. A cruel smile danced across his inky black lips, my heart sinking to my chest. Fear paralyzed me, his overconfidence unsettling me. Tucking his hands into his slate gray velvet suit, his shiny dress shoes clicked up to me. Demy stiffened, low growls rumbled in his throat. Dancing his fingers down my arm, he examined the ring.
“You have been awakened and by your mate no less.” He snarled under his breath, unbuttoning the top buttons of my blouse. “Soma has blessed you with your grandmother’s powers. This is most troubling, indeed. All she had to do was kill you. The desire was there. Fucking weakling. Scarlet, do you know who I am?” Pointing his nose up in the air, my fingers curled the cheese cutting knife.
“I am assuming you are my father.” I guessed with uncertainty, his wicked grin spreading cheek to cheek. “I must have said your name three times or did I summoned you through a mirror like Bloody Mary. Did you really think another bad parent was going to scare me? You were even worse than her. At least she was there to beat and sell me for more drugs.” His slender fingers curled around my chain only for black smoke to curl off of his fingers. Dropping the chain, it swung wildly.
“I could always touch these before.” He cursed bitterly, my uncle walking in with the albums. “Why is she with you?” Chuckling softly to himself, he motioned for my father to sit. A scary smile dawned on his face as he set them down on the table. Leaning towards him, his hands clapped. Golden crosses lined the wall, all of our powers draining. Leave it to my uncle to command a room.
“Riot, you seem to have forgotten that I am a hunter with a bit of angel blood in me.” He sighed exhaustively, preparing a cracker with two pieces of cheese. “Why did you show up? Was it curiosity? Nice trick you played. Having her mother possessed by a banshee was a low blow. Should I slow clap for you now or give you a fucking cookie? Do you know that she is engaged to the demon reaper child? That could spell trouble for you.” Rising to his feet, my father’s seven foot frame towered over us all. Chills shot up my spine, all of us shivering for a quick second.
“I won’t let her ascend to the throne.” He growled through gritted teeth, rushing towards the door. “Just to let you know the cat always gets the swallow.” Clapping his hands, he disappeared in a puff of black smoke. Another chill ran up my spine, a single claw extended from my fingernail. The cheese knife clattered to the white marble floor, a deep concern flashing in both of their eyes. Gathering my wits, a small smile silenced their worry.
“So when is the wedding?” He asked with a million dollar grin, eating another cracker with cheese. “I would love to start planning. I have another tidbit for you. If you got married, you both would be stronger. Just say when. Would you like to spend a couple of days here? I have plenty of room and hardly any guests.” Nodding silently, he began to open up the albums and tell a tale of every picture. Losing myself in the moment, he pulled out his phone.
“I want a picture. Smile!” He sang excitedly, aiming his camera in our direction. “Hold those smiles.” Holding our pose, a bright light blinded us. Taking a couple more, the only thing I could see was white spots floating in my vision. Our phones dinged, a copy of the picture melting my heart. Demy had kissed my forehead at the right moment, our eyes falling on the moon. Exhaustion hung heavily on my eyelids, a groggy yawn escaped my lips. The conversation faded in and out, sweet slumber stole me away.
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2023.04.02 04:41 Future_Ad_3485 Valley of the Unknown Part Twenty-One: The Sins Come to the Surface

Branches scratched my cheeks, the reapers were on my tail. All I desired was to take a walk without a guard, my scythe dangled in my other arm. Leaping into the trees, half of them followed me up to the treetops. Their robes fluttered behind them, the rustling growing louder. Thinking of being behind them, my fingers snapped. Popping up behind them, one swing took them out. Shrill shrieks shattered the early morning air, one hundred reapers now floated behind me. Turning slowly, a clammy sweat drenched my skin. Spinning my scythe over my head, chains shot from the handles, The links clinked with each wrap around their bodies, dragging them closer to me.
“What the hell is your problem!” I demanded viciously, Jack’s energy fast approaching. “I am not up for death yet and you fucking know it! Tell me now!” None of them spoke my language, screeches shattered my ear drums. Inky blood stained my jawline. A worn brown leather book smacked me in my face, the leather leaving a bruise in the middle of my forehead. Leaning back against the tree, I flipped through the pages. This was Dr. Death's afterlife book, my eyes scanning for the information I required. Flipping to the back, my fingers traced the index. Stopping at the word reaper, they all waited patiently for me to find the right page. The pages rustled with each turn, horror widening my eyes.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” I exclaimed bitterly, scanning the page over again. “He was holding something for you guys. Here’s the deal, I will get the item and you will leave me the fuck alone.” Rescinding my chains, tension built in the air as we both waited for each other to attack the other one. Nothing happened for a few moments, the cold stares met me slicing my palm on my scythe. Allowing the blood to pool in my palm, a simple flip of my wrist created a rain of blood over the yellowed pages. A red door popped up next to me, the hinges groaning in protest as I pushed it open. Stepping across the threshold, my eyebrow twitched with irritation. Piles of items lay in tall piles, the lack of organization enough to bother me. A reaper popped up behind me, its icy gaze watching my every move. Couldn’t a vampire work in peace! Pointing to the door in the back of the room, the oak door began to breathe. Curling my fingers around the golden knob, it swung open. Jumping into the other side, the silence wasn’t helping. The empty streets of White Chapel exuded an eerie feeling, the fog curling at my feet. Scanning the dirty brick buildings, the overall feeling of sorrow was enough to drown someone. Weeping filled the streets, his decaying victims charged at me. Tattered dresses fluttered in the stale breeze, skeletal hands reached for me. Shooting chains from the handle, tiny hooks sank into the brick. Shrill shrieks shattered the night air, the reaper cutting them down with worn scythe.
“You really are stupid, aren’t you?” The reaper taunted in her icy female voice, the hood falling down. “He buried the item deep within his mind and it won’t be here. He actually enjoyed killing those poor women. How could you be kind to a murderer!” Her bone white hair cascaded down her back, inky black eyes glaring in my direction. Her scarlet lips curled into a wicked grin, evil laughter erupting from her lips.
“My job is to kill you. You are the item they want.” She chuckled darkly, playing with her hair. “I get to devour your rich vampire witch soul. It should taste even better with his powers. He was supposed to become one of us but he chose you instead. Who the hell doesn’t want to become one of us!” Licking her lips, her black robes shifted into a violet corset dress. Clammy sweat drenched my skin once more, wiping my sweaty palms on my ash gray sweater dress proving to be of little release. Lunging towards me, our scythes clashed violently.
“You wouldn’t know a damn thing about Dr. Death!” I retorted venomously, narrowly dodging her hand. “He changed for the better. Would a serial killer risk his life to save me? The answer is no! He could have killed me upon first meeting even if it meant killing himself as well.” Slamming my heel into her chest, relief washed over me at not dying. Smashing her into the nearby wall, a wicked grin curled across my lips. Shock mixed with rage, an agitated snarl twitching on her lips. Only one of us was going to make it out of this cursed place alive. Bouncing off the buildings, the lining of my stomach crumbled in upon itself upon the impact of her fist. Crashing to the ground, my body rolled to a stop. Groaning roughly, this pain matched my labor pains. Propping myself up, a swift motion with my scythe blocked her next attack. Locked in our positions, something had to give.
“Why can you touch me! One touch from a reaper should kill anything that breathes.” She pondered out loud, my own mind wanting to understand as well. “Maybe he bestowed that ability on you when he died. That makes sense. A guardian can absorb powers through each cycle of their life. If that is the case, you must die right now!” Kicking her off of me, blood dripped from the corner of her lips.
“Mirror of damage, reverse wounds!” I chanted boldly, feeling the impact of my kick. “Now let’s play. Now you will be the one afraid to give the blows.” Coughing up an unnatural amount of blood, black coated my hands. This spell could kill someone, my body aching as I struggled to my feet. Mouthing a healing spell, my stomach repaired itself. Popping up in front of me, her scythe cut off my thumb. A steady stream of curse words flooded from her lips at the sight of her own thumb dropping to the cobblestone streets, my thumb reappearing on my hand.
“What kind of a spell is that!” She roared in disbelief, her composure slipping. Blood spurted from her thumb, the one side effect of the spell is that one of us had to die. The ball I had in my court granted the healing powers all reapers lacked, frustration brewing on her face. Snapping my fingers, the scene shifted the burnt remains of my hometown.
“You forget I am dripping with sin myself. A whole town died because of me. This is the land of my sins which gives me total control over everything.” I bragged gleefully, cocking my head. “How does this taste!” Angling my scythe towards my heart, she protested. A swift swing pierced my heart, her porcelain skin decayed to ash. Ripping the scythe from my heart, my wound refused to heal. Inky black stained my dress, my eyes falling on a scarlet door in the distance. Cold hands held me back, my father limping towards me like a broken doll. Coughing up an unnatural amount of blood, his twisted hand gripped my chin.
“You killed my wife.” He growled through gritted teeth, his gnarly body pressing up against mine. “I have always hated you for that.” His words cut like a knife, my heart not doubting it for a moment. Every now and then he would give me the saddest glance a man could give. The scene shifted to the car, a truck swerving into my lane. Attempting to steer away from it, the car rolled several times, glass embedding itself in my skin. Metal screeched, my mother’s faceless body lay limp, her seat belt holding her in. Ruby colored her hair, tears staining my cheeks. Crawling out, my eyes widened with horror at the sparkling glass on the road. A twisted hand slapped the pavement, my father dragging his busted body out of the car.
“I stood over your bed with a pillow for weeks after. I had planned on murdering you once we moved here. I am going to dig into your memories to prove the truth. Come along on the journey, my dear.” He admitted with a malicious grin while adjusting his glasses. “Every day you were alive was a reminder of her choosing you over me everyday. You were born dead!” Trembling in my place, his kind smile had always fooled me. Dr. Death told me that once that your deepest sins will always tell the truth, the words weighing more than they should have. Snapping his fingers, this was the darkest secret of mine coming to light.
The fan in my room hummed, my plain white walls towering over me. This was the house I grew up in, his hair hung over his furious eyes. A pillow hovered my former face, my shaggy hair splayed over the pillow. Unable to look away, he smothered my face. My fingers clawed at his arm, the twisted version of my father holding me back. Unable to say anything, the days flicked by the same until we were in the garage of our last home. Stakes lined the walls, the most haunting image being my photo on a dart board. Circling me, his hand would graze my shoulder every now and then. His form decayed to a skeleton with pieces of skin dangling off the bone in front of my eyes.
“Can’t you see how much I despised you. My wife insisted we take you in against my wishes. I used to be a hunter. Did you know that?” He mused playfully, cupping my face with his skeletal hands. “Imagine how it looked for a hunter to be raising the vampire princess. I plotted to kill you day in and day out.” Gazing into his inky eyes, the truth continued to poison me from the inside. Betrayal stung worse than the lies, chains snaking up his body. Sobs wracked my body, every ounce of hatred burned in my eyes. His bones creaked with the steady increase of pressure on his body.
“You bastard!” I stammered brokenly, fighting back tears. “Why didn’t you just kill me then! Everyone would still be alive. Why does everyone say that I shouldn’t exist!” The chains crushed him to dust, my body falling to my knees. Cupping the sides of my head, Dr. Death popped up on the workbench. Cocking his head, he tipped his worn top hat. Dusting off his long coat, he adjusted his mask.
“You finally found out the truth.” He sighed in defeat, crossing his legs. “He hated you the whole time. Did you like my gift to protect you from the reaper’s touch?” My eye twitched in shock, a cloud of dust filling the room as he leapt down. Walking over to me, he crouched down to my level.
“How are you still here?” I asked with a grimace on my lips, his finger lifting up my chin. “I don’t get it. You died.” Shrugging his shoulders, his warm chuckle twinkled in the air. Pulling me into a desperate embrace, the beak of his mask brushed against my cheek.
“I left Heaven to live in the land of your sins.” He admitted sheepishly, holding my shoulders. “It was so boring. Could you believe everyone had their nose stuck up in the air. The thought of my little raven flying alone simply tortures me. Wear this necklace at all times and your door will show up whenever you want it to.” Dropping his soul stone into my palm, the onyx stone feather dangled off of a white gold chain. Tears of joy flooded from my eyes, his gloved hands placing it over my head.
“Thank you so much!” I blubbered uncontrollably, my door popping up in front of me. “I have to go now.” Hugging him one last time, his smile never left his face as the crystal knob turned with my wrist. Stepping through, the first room was empty. All of his memories were gone, the rough wooden floor groaned underneath my boots. Touching the wall, shelves grew from the wall. The books of my knowledge and memory slid into place, the full weight of my father’s words hitting me. Not now, I needed to get home to busy myself as a distraction. A second door popped up, the door swinging open. The wound in my chest sealed shut, a sigh of relief escaping my lips. Stepping out over the threshold, an army of reapers greeted me. Spinning my scythe over my head, a defiant grin spread across my determined face.
“I would leave if I were you.” I warned icily, chains whipped in every direction. “I killed the assassin you sent after me. It took quite a bit but I can kill you all too.” Shrill shrieks shattered the still air, the moon beginning to rise over the trees. The reapers drifted to the side, a tall slender man in pristine white robes marched to the front. His slicked back silver hair reeked of following the rules, his inky black eyes flitting between his reapers and me.
“I am Death, the lead reaper.” He introduced himself briskly, circling me. “You did kill one of my reapers. May I try something?” Poking my forehead, his other hand played with my hair. Slapping his hand away, a sly grin illuminated his features.
“The laws dictate that you should be dead but yet you stand here.” He mused curiously, stopping in front of me. “How about a deal? We leave you alone if you become an ally in my fight against the hunters. They have been stealing our souls to power their army. Be wise about this. No one can go against a deal with a reaper.” Holding out my hand, his enemies were my enemies. Curling his icy fingers around my hand, he shook my hand with vigor. An inky blackness stole my hand, the darkness contrasted his ghostly pale skin.
“That mark won’t ever go away. You break the contract, you will die.” He explained with his sly grin, tilting his head to the left. “Don’t worry, you can still touch living things. You are lucky that I was good friends with Dr. Death. I did whisk him away from Heaven after all. Let’s meet next week.” Ordering his reapers to get back to work, they all disappeared in a puff of black smoke. Resting on the nearest branch, pale moonlight bathed my black hand. Snapping my fingers, a worn black leather glove covered my hand. Ripping the hem of my dress, I tied my scythe to my back. Lowering myself down the branches, my boots touched the ground. Hiking back, my friends smashed into me at the entrance of the town. Jack cleared his throat, everyone backing off. His narrowed eyes sent chills up my spine, his hand dragging me to our apartment. Setting me down on the bed, he ripped off the glove. Tracing my blackened hand, he collapsed onto the bed next to me. Our twins rested in their cribs, his loving gaze falling on me.
“I see you found out the truth about your father. I was trying to tell you the whole time but could find the heart to. You looked so happy with him that day.” He admitted honestly, taking my right hand. “Dr. Death told me that today would happen a few weeks ago. I guess the reaper’s mark proves it. Don’t ever use that reverse damage spell again. You could have died.” Crimson colored my cheeks, his hands cupping my face.
“I felt your heart stop for a second.” He continued softly, tracing my cheek. “Our bond told me as much. You can let out your rage at your father if you w-” Alex poked his head in the doorway, my shaking hand yanking on my glove. Rubbing my forehead, a false smile dimmed my face. Marching up to me, he placed his hands on his hips.
“How about you cut the shit and tell me what’s wrong?” He interrogated intensely, lifting up my gloved hand. “I grew up with you my whole life and you look like a broken doll. The light isn’t even in your eyes right now. You are covered in bruises and cuts. Every time I see you, you have new wounds on you. Stop keeping me out of the loop!” Cocking my brow, a quiet rage seethed in my eyes.
“What the hell would you know!” I shouted furiously, Jack pleading for me to calm down. “I have been going through a living trying to get you a decent place to live! Go away and appreciate it!” Tossing my hand aside, a snarl curled on his lips. Tugging on his white t-shirt, his other hand clenched into a ball. The twins started to wail, my raw anger not allowing me to care.
“Would you look at my big superhero sister who never spends any time with me anymore! Where were you when I was turned into a werewolf after running from a burnt town!” He yelled loud enough to wake the whole neighborhood, his hands waving around. “You are the worst sister ever and a horrible mother!” Tears welled up in my eyes, his words stinging. Fighting back tears, my heart ached for my father’s hug. No, I didn’t!
“Our father tried to kill me after the accident! The accident I caused because I couldn’t drive well enough. You should hate me. I killed your mother. That was me.” I ranted, poking the palm of my hand. “He hated me the entire time and I still love him!” Picking up the picture from the nightstand, the shatter of the glass merely added to the chaos. Alex had nothing to say, his arms falling to his sides.
“Dad said that mom was driving, not you.” He stammered brokenly, stepping back. “You are a fucking bitch. You took the two most important people in my life. Screw you! Don’t talk to me ever again.” Sinking to my knees, tears flooded from my eyes. Great, now I was going to lose Alex. My breathing grew shallower, my gloved hand holding the frame while the other attempted to fix the glass. Why did I always break everything?
‘Give her a second chance.” Jack pleaded on my behalf, spinning him around. “She lives with the guilt of crashing that damn car, and your father did hate her. She is doing everything she can to ensure your safety here. She is barely an adult trying not to have the whole world kill her while attempting to raise you.” Alex’s face softened, a long exhale escaping his lips.
“It’s fine.” He exhaled tiredly, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “I caught him smothering you a couple of times in my half asleep stupor. I kind of just thought I was seeing things. It also didn’t help that I wasn’t wearing my glasses. Let me help with that.” A bit of my glove slipped down, my mark starting to show.
“Not a word to anyone.” I whispered through a fresh wall of tears, his head shaking. “I had to make a deal with a reaper to save my life. I am so sorry for everything. I promise to be a better mother slash sister to you. Don’t pick up the glass, please.” Cupping my hands, the fight was over as soon as it started.
“I understand. Just promise me that we can do a movie night once a week.” He assured me with an unsure grin, the twins still wailing away in Jack’s arms. “I didn’t mean any of it. You are the greatest sister a brother could have. You just had a couple of kids and are trying to save the world.” Nodding once, he flashed me his crooked grin. Jumping to his feet, he left the room in a rush. Dropping all of the glass again, fresh cuts covered my left hand. Teardrops stained the rug, the image of my father fraying my nerves. Shaking off my emotions, nothing felt okay. My whole world seemed to be collapsing around me. A touch on my shoulders sent me out of my trance, a concerned Jack helping me to the bed. Tugging off my boots, he swung my legs onto the bed.
“Sleep.” He whispered, sweet slumber stealing me away.
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2023.04.02 04:30 AyyyBub Looking for the longest living & largest growing species to plant eastern Ky.

(The title may be a stretch I know lol)!My family has lived on my home turf for about 5 generations now & I want to leave my own mark for the future. So I’m wondering what sort of tree can I plant that will be around for hundreds of years? I’ve seen dawn redwoods, bald cypress, & the bur oak but I’d very much like some outside input. Thank you much! :)
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2023.04.02 04:06 Forward_Camera_3110 Dream Transcribed (Recovered from November 19, 2017)

Dream from 2004 Transcribed (Inner Space Cavern?) [Written in Journal #66 entitled "Trans-Dimensional Shift" in Lubbock, TX, sometime around February of 2004.] The house looks like it’s in the wilderness. Weathered wood, outside; inside is fairly small. My wife, at the time, and I live there. There is a room in it that we rarely go in/ never go in. I go in and find a fish tank full of various frogs. I ask to show her. She seems very distracted. * I finally get her into the room. There are more fish tanks, but the room hasn’t changed. I remember something long forgotten. As a child, I had put frog eggs (jelly soft masses) from various ponds into the tanks to see if they would hatch. Lots and lots of frogs are everywhere. Some connection to a college kid I lived with who was literally trying to take over the world with Artificial Intelligence that was supposed to learn how the human brain works and then enlighten everyone in the world, physically, via hacked nanotechnology. The filters in the tanks were clogged with algae and dead frogs… I feel like I can unclog them… There are live frogs of all kinds and colors in tanks and all over the room, loose. I climb up into the rafters to turn on more lights and find more and more frogs… Tanks contain turtles and crayfish that I had collected and forgotten… They, the ones in tanks, even though the filters were clogged, have somehow formed perfect balance (like mini biospheres) and have survived untended for years (one acts like actual tide pools with active tides)... I think they need more water and tending even though they likely do not… * Next time I go into the room alone, and there are other animals there in different tanks and cages… There is more light in the room… Guinea pig-like rodents. Three bear cubs… I touch one’s nose carefully (big teeth)... Saltwater fish opposite frog tanks… All these fish have ich all over their heads, no eyes or mouths… I remember fish like these used to be in nightmares, but now I see they are just sick, quarantined fish… There is an orangutan in the room… Also, a man, can’t remember what he says, but he offers to show me some more things… There is a younger man in the room who says nothing (he is one of the “things” I am shown)... * I go to my [now ex-]wife. Still acting somewhat indifferent and bring her into the room… The room is now a corridor. No animals. [Later turns out to be underground passage that leads beneath and away from the small wooden shack]... Looks like a gift shop with a band/instrument motif… Man leads us through… Begins to look like Christmas shop… Crosses and Christian decorations, what look like Christmas ornaments… There are small people dressed like dwarves and elves… The man says something about the quiet young man… Says he made him (cloned him?) and taught him everything that he knows through genetic engineering and guided L.S.D. experimentation… We are led to a counter… There are police at the counter… [I feel like a recent marijuana possession arrest at the time of this dream was a past event at this point]... A policeman asks me questions… Says because I am 18, I got off much easier… Asks if I’m really 18, I look at the [now ex-]wife and her eyes somehow tell me to be quiet, not let on that I am much older than 18… Before I can answer, more people come in [like a rush at the gift shop I now work at], A little confusion ensues… The cop offers me a blunt… Says it’s herbal… For clearing up congestion… Implies that it is not marijuana (wink, wink)... Mentions something about three people who make higher judgments about my case (a friend of the [now ex-]wife is one of those people)... Before they let us go on I am given a set of dominoes with runes carved into one side [like a set that I had made], boxed set… All that same Christmas/Christian motif and smells in this scene… * Just before I am given the runes/dominoes, I notice everyone in the cop/counter area is very tall, over ten feet tall… When we leave, we pass people who are dressed like elves and dwarves again… I joke and say, “Finally! People who are more my size…” (I am only a few inches taller than most of these people)... * Outside of this house(?) (ours?), but it is in a public area [like a parking lot]… Bigger than the wooden shack, much nicer… Still seems like Christmas there, but summer-like outside… (Very mild winter?) Three blond girls are in the [now ex-]wife’s car… One in the driver’s seat is trying to steal the car… She can’t figure out how to start it… They don’t see me… I walk up and put my hand on the back of her neck, gently, and say, “You need to find a car with the keys in it. People forget their keys in their car all the time. It’s much easier to get away with.” I walk in front of the car and lean on the hood with my elbows and repeat what I first said… And then I calmly say, “Now get out. Come on.” Then the [now ex-]wife gets in the driver’s seat. A young girl is in the passenger seat, and the [now ex-]wife drives off with her… The girl with her is not blond like the original three… * I go back into the larger house, grab my modified Spanish sword, and feel like I have to make sure that no one is in the house… Still Christmas/Christian icon motif… There is a line of various glass cases leading up to the front door (glass door{s})... The first glass case has an 8 or 9 year old African American boy in it… The rest of the glass cases are empty… Looks like he is trying to hide, but the case is glass… I ask him to get out of the case… I have the sword, and he is scared… But I’m not trying to hurt him… Sword is in my right hand; I wave him on with my left hand… Cops are at the front door, now… They are telling me to put down the weapon… I ignore them, at first, and, smiling, I keep waving the child on… Cops have their guns drawn… I finally throw down the sword and raise my arms… Cops come in and ask what I’m doing in this house… I say something about a secret passage from my wooden house in the woods to this one (from the Frog Room)... The cops who were initially angry and confrontational now seem very confused and genuinely concerned once I mention the passageway... x x https://jsyandow.blogspot.com/2021/10/dream-transcribed-recovered-from.html
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2023.04.02 04:06 Forward_Camera_3110 Dream Transcribed (Recovered from November 19, 2017)

Dream from 2004 Transcribed (Inner Space Cavern?) [Written in Journal #66 entitled "Trans-Dimensional Shift" in Lubbock, TX, sometime around February of 2004.] The house looks like it’s in the wilderness. Weathered wood, outside; inside is fairly small. My wife, at the time, and I live there. There is a room in it that we rarely go in/ never go in. I go in and find a fish tank full of various frogs. I ask to show her. She seems very distracted. * I finally get her into the room. There are more fish tanks, but the room hasn’t changed. I remember something long forgotten. As a child, I had put frog eggs (jelly soft masses) from various ponds into the tanks to see if they would hatch. Lots and lots of frogs are everywhere. Some connection to a college kid I lived with who was literally trying to take over the world with Artificial Intelligence that was supposed to learn how the human brain works and then enlighten everyone in the world, physically, via hacked nanotechnology. The filters in the tanks were clogged with algae and dead frogs… I feel like I can unclog them… There are live frogs of all kinds and colors in tanks and all over the room, loose. I climb up into the rafters to turn on more lights and find more and more frogs… Tanks contain turtles and crayfish that I had collected and forgotten… They, the ones in tanks, even though the filters were clogged, have somehow formed perfect balance (like mini biospheres) and have survived untended for years (one acts like actual tide pools with active tides)... I think they need more water and tending even though they likely do not… * Next time I go into the room alone, and there are other animals there in different tanks and cages… There is more light in the room… Guinea pig-like rodents. Three bear cubs… I touch one’s nose carefully (big teeth)... Saltwater fish opposite frog tanks… All these fish have ich all over their heads, no eyes or mouths… I remember fish like these used to be in nightmares, but now I see they are just sick, quarantined fish… There is an orangutan in the room… Also, a man, can’t remember what he says, but he offers to show me some more things… There is a younger man in the room who says nothing (he is one of the “things” I am shown)... * I go to my [now ex-]wife. Still acting somewhat indifferent and bring her into the room… The room is now a corridor. No animals. [Later turns out to be underground passage that leads beneath and away from the small wooden shack]... Looks like a gift shop with a band/instrument motif… Man leads us through… Begins to look like Christmas shop… Crosses and Christian decorations, what look like Christmas ornaments… There are small people dressed like dwarves and elves… The man says something about the quiet young man… Says he made him (cloned him?) and taught him everything that he knows through genetic engineering and guided L.S.D. experimentation… We are led to a counter… There are police at the counter… [I feel like a recent marijuana possession arrest at the time of this dream was a past event at this point]... A policeman asks me questions… Says because I am 18, I got off much easier… Asks if I’m really 18, I look at the [now ex-]wife and her eyes somehow tell me to be quiet, not let on that I am much older than 18… Before I can answer, more people come in [like a rush at the gift shop I now work at], A little confusion ensues… The cop offers me a blunt… Says it’s herbal… For clearing up congestion… Implies that it is not marijuana (wink, wink)... Mentions something about three people who make higher judgments about my case (a friend of the [now ex-]wife is one of those people)... Before they let us go on I am given a set of dominoes with runes carved into one side [like a set that I had made], boxed set… All that same Christmas/Christian motif and smells in this scene… * Just before I am given the runes/dominoes, I notice everyone in the cop/counter area is very tall, over ten feet tall… When we leave, we pass people who are dressed like elves and dwarves again… I joke and say, “Finally! People who are more my size…” (I am only a few inches taller than most of these people)... * Outside of this house(?) (ours?), but it is in a public area [like a parking lot]… Bigger than the wooden shack, much nicer… Still seems like Christmas there, but summer-like outside… (Very mild winter?) Three blond girls are in the [now ex-]wife’s car… One in the driver’s seat is trying to steal the car… She can’t figure out how to start it… They don’t see me… I walk up and put my hand on the back of her neck, gently, and say, “You need to find a car with the keys in it. People forget their keys in their car all the time. It’s much easier to get away with.” I walk in front of the car and lean on the hood with my elbows and repeat what I first said… And then I calmly say, “Now get out. Come on.” Then the [now ex-]wife gets in the driver’s seat. A young girl is in the passenger seat, and the [now ex-]wife drives off with her… The girl with her is not blond like the original three… * I go back into the larger house, grab my modified Spanish sword, and feel like I have to make sure that no one is in the house… Still Christmas/Christian icon motif… There is a line of various glass cases leading up to the front door (glass door{s})... The first glass case has an 8 or 9 year old African American boy in it… The rest of the glass cases are empty… Looks like he is trying to hide, but the case is glass… I ask him to get out of the case… I have the sword, and he is scared… But I’m not trying to hurt him… Sword is in my right hand; I wave him on with my left hand… Cops are at the front door, now… They are telling me to put down the weapon… I ignore them, at first, and, smiling, I keep waving the child on… Cops have their guns drawn… I finally throw down the sword and raise my arms… Cops come in and ask what I’m doing in this house… I say something about a secret passage from my wooden house in the woods to this one (from the Frog Room)... The cops who were initially angry and confrontational now seem very confused and genuinely concerned once I mention the passageway... x x https://jsyandow.blogspot.com/2021/10/dream-transcribed-recovered-from.html
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2023.04.02 02:18 inquzi617 I feel blessed that my mother got to pass away in my arms 🤍

I (40F) lost my mother in 2000. She was diagnosed with breast cancer in 1996. She was pregnant with twins and had complications during her pregnancy. She miscarried at about 5 months along. This was a true blessing in disguise bc this is how she found out she had breast cancer. She had her a surgery and also chemo and radiation. She did well and was in remission for about 3 years. I have an older sister who is 9 yrs older than me and a younger brother who is 5 years younger than me. When all of this was going on it was my dad, my mom, my younger brother, my maternal grandmother, and I living in our home. My grandmother was suffering from Alzheimers at the same time my mother was going thru her cancer treatment. I was about 12/13 when this all started. My dad worked for one of the biggest hospitals in our area at the time. He was the head of engineering and maintenance there and the benefits and insurance were a huge help for what my mom was going thru. He also had his own painting & decorating business on the side. So unfortunately he was never really home bc he had to work to provide for us. My mom worked as a dental assistant until she couldn't anymore.. So, I had to grow up kind of fast and look after my family during all of this. Meanwhile my sister was living on her own and didn't seem to concerned with all that our family was going thru. We have different dads and while my dad raised her they did not always get along well. My grandmother passed away in 97 and it devastated us all. My mom took it hard but she was always so strong. All she was going thru and then losing her mom... I just admired her strength. So fast forward to mid 99... mom was diagnosed with lung cancer that eventually spread to her brain. She went through chemo and radiation again. It hurt me so much to see her going thru this again. But this time it was much worse. She had trouble even walking and she started using a wheel chair to get around. During this time my older sister hardly visited or asked if she could help us out in any way. My dad was more absent as he was working, but he also had a cocaine addiction and would not come home for days. My brother was still young so I didn't expect much from him but I did expect WAY MORE from my grown sister and my dad. I was there for my mom every step of the way. I would drive her to treatments, cook and clean the house, help her bathe, use the bathroom, get her medications, and just whatever she needed from me. I found myself resenting my sister and dad more and more. Not so much for myself but for how they didn't come thru for my mom! The woman who selflessly did so much for all of us. The last week of my mom's life was such a roller-coaster. We had gone on a little weekend trip to a nearby beach. It was me, my brother, my best friend, my mom, and my dad. During the trip my dad was mad at me for not wanting to come play badminton with them. I was honestly just tired and wanted to watch TV. My mom knew this and was okay with me not wanting to come play. My dad yelled at me and called me every selfish bratty bitch you could think of. The trip ended on a not so good note. Tuesday my sister was supposed to come see my mom, the first time in a long time. We were going to visit my mom's aunt and spend the day with her. My mom started feeling bad. She said she was tired and had a headache and that she wasn't feeling up to going. My sister came that day anyway and just kind of hung around the house with us. So Wednesday my mom started complaining of a really bad headache she also had fever so my dad called her doctor and ask him what we should do. The doctor said to just keep taking her temperature and making sure it was going down and for her to take her Tylenol fours which is the pain medication she had prescribed her at the time. He said if her temperature had not come down by morning to bring her in to the hospital to see him. My dad worked nights most of the time and ran his side business during the day so he went off to work that night and I laid in the bed with my mom the whole night I woke up every 2 hours to take her temperature and while her temperature had going down she still said her head was bothering her. At about 8:00 a.m. Thursday morning I took her temperature for the last time and we laid back down. I woke up and looked at the TV, now mind you this is when they still had the TV Guide channel and that was on the TV at the time with the time showing of 10:17 a.m. I thought it was kind of odd that she wasn't up yet. So I rolled over and there she was she was just looking at me she couldn't say anything. She kept taking her hand and rubbing it across her chest I really had no idea what that meant but I just knew that something wasn't right so I called 911 and also my dad he was on a job site he told me he would be there in a minute. I just grabbed my baby and I was holding her in my arms and she mouth I love you to me and the next second she was gone. She took her last breath in my arms and that is something that I will cherish for the rest of my life because that is a special moment that I got to spend with her that nobody else was able to do. The cause of her death was an aneurysm in her brain that caused her to go into cardiac arrest. I know that both my sister and my dad had so much guilt of how they treated her during her worst time. It was the hardest thing I've ever been through in my entire life but also one of the best memories I have. I feel blessed that I got to spend those moments with her. I miss that woman so much and there's not a day that goes by that I don't think of her or how she would be with my kids that I have today you know just the normal random stuff that you tend to take for granted when you have parents. I just needed to get that off my chest that I had to take a situation that could be meant to break people and put it in a positive light and actually be blessed by those moments. And I say this to anybody who did take the time to read this please do not take your parents for granted and please cherish every moment that you have when I see people who are disrespectful to their parents or just rude to them it hurts my heart because they don't know how blessed they are to still have them. Thank you all for reading this and allowing me to get this off my chest!
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2023.04.02 02:10 screwy_louie24 The Pandemonium Complex (The Interrogation)

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It feels like it’s already been weeks since Mila was forced to fight to the death. I can’t tell time here anymore. I just sleep when I need to with no sense of time. At first it messed with my head for a while and I think I went a little insane for a moment, but once you realize that you don’t need it because you don’t need a schedule anymore. It can make you a lot more focused on the now. Gunter has been staying with Mila and barely stays in his own room anymore. We don’t know if she got the previous tenants room or she got hers upgraded since she won the battle against Níðhöggr, but Mila’s room is an entire mountain range. Gunter has been cultivating at the base of the mountains and taking care of Mila. He really loved her cherry blossom trees and spider lilies. I stayed with them for a few days and loved it too after a while. Mila chose a cave in the mountains that she said would work best for her recovery.
Mila’s biology works like a snake’s in a tank and can grow as big as her surroundings. Due to her limited space and food supply in her room that she was sealed in, she was small compared to her full potential. Her new demon noh mask was hard to get used to, but I kind of like it now. It looks pretty bad ass with the horns and tusks. The human skin color it chose wouldn’t be my first choice however. Her new dark red exoskeleton definitely makes up for that though. She doesn’t look anything like the Mila we first met, but we love her no matter how she looks. Pushed to her limits she could wrap an entire mountain if she wanted to or be as small as several inches.
Gunter as well has impressed me. For a small 5 foot something man he’s pretty fast and strong. On his own he can track up the 7,000 foot mountains to get to Mila and back in a little under an hour. I’ve gone with him a few times. We’d track normally and talk for a few hours and he’ll either carry me with him, which still takes him a few hours, or just do the rest alone. Jim, Jon, Siete and her many children visit too. We have meetings to discuss the plan while the kids play in Gunter’s forest that he filled with insects and fruit groves. Gunter also spent a few hours building me a cabin with one of his picks. It was actually really good and the furniture that he built is extremely comfortable.
We went over some ideas and shared what all of us can do during our meeting. I feel like an average Joe sitting among superheroes when I heard what just their species alone can do, plus Gunter, Mila and Jim have some unique talents. When they asked what I can do I decided to lighten the mood by doing the removable thumb trick. No one thought it was funny and we waisted almost an hour explaining to Gunter it wasn’t real. He still thinks I can remove my limbs at will, but choose not to. First thing we needed to do was find Baba Yaga. The Host’s hive mind knows of Klaus and has some memories of him, but we have no idea where he is or if he has a room. Baba Yaga might have some insight and Gunter thinks she should be our main priority. I still think there’s more to what he’s willing to tell us.
Gunter says she was never a tenant as far as he knows and knew her way before he lived here. She practices the arts of the witches, enchantresses, sorceresses and necromancers to name a few. She also spends most of her time in her cabin. Her and her cabin are similar to Withorp and the complex as in wherever it is, she is. If her cabin is somehow either inside or trapped in The Pandemonium Complex then maybe we can find it. Gunter knows what her door looks like if they happen to come across it, but Gunter can’t just run around the complex wildly. One he might catch unwanted attention and none of us know how big this place is if we just search everywhere. Siete said she can send her children, but it’ll take an unknown amount of time for them to come back and tell her what every door looks like and who knows if it’ll still be there by the time they get there. She does have another idea though.
Her hive mind is strong when the spiders are many, but even stronger when there’s less. With less it’ll be like she can see through every one of her children at once. She definitely hates the idea, but it may be our only one. We gave them the best days of their lives as best we could. A few days after that meeting Siete showed up at the cabin Gunter built without The Host and with her children riding on her. There looked to be about 500-600 left from her thousands. We didn’t ask or pry what she had to do, so we carried on with our plan. Siete told us she can also connect us to The Host hive if we wanted to so we can all at least instantly communicate with each other. We won’t have visuals like her, but we can hear her thoughts immediately like a walkie talkie. To be honest I think we all agreed out of respect. She killed her own children for our sake, the least we could do is be there for her.
The smallest spiders from her cluster with long thin legs crawled up each of us and as much as we hated it. We had to let them crawl into our ear canal. We all shuddered hard and tried our best to let them do their job. I can’t speak for the others, but imagine a wild tickle in your ear that sounds like wind blowing hard directly in. Suddenly an intense pain in my ear drum started making it ring loud and hard. Once the ringing started to fade I kept hearing a beautiful woman’s voice saying, hello, softly over and over again. I looked over at Siete, who was standing on the dining room table and asked if that was her. She bounced a little while I could hear that voice saying yes happily. Even Jon had to comment how beautiful she sounded. Definitely a mother’s voice if I’ve ever heard one, which made us hate what we had to make her do so much more.
We played around with our new voiceless communication and had to tune it to not hear every thought. Didn’t think that would be a problem until all of us could hear Jon’s intrusive thoughts while he was staring at Jim. Ever seen a hulking big green apeman turn bright red? It is hilarious, but now I have images in my head that I’m afraid will never go away. Since Siete is now also without The Host she needs a new spot. We decided to keep her under Gunter’s cornucopia. We enjoyed our last day of peace, but now we had to start our search. Siete sent out her children and we listened intently to her kids updates of anything out of the ordinary. Gunter and Siete focused to show Siete what door they’re looking for. So far no door, but we heard a couple of interesting sightings.
The Wisps are back at their pranks again, little light fairies that can cast visual illusions that have been tricking tenants into entering unlocked rooms. Gulp, the bottomless traveling portal, ate the zombie horde, thankfully now I won’t get cramped in the elevator again when they were up to 13 zombies. Her was seen consuming that shape shifting lizardman who loved pretending to be politicians, near my room and tried desperately holding on to a door with chains. Girin and Kuba, the giant black bear forest spirit are fighting in the hallway near Gunter’s room because neither would move so the other could pass again. Adrenepae, the wife of Apollo who ate his heart, looks like she finally can control her avatar of fire form now and is roaming the hallways.Tate the warlock is stalking Beta, the techno organic virus, who has a new female host body; weird little creep. What caught our attention the most was the new tenant that entered the lobby.
He was a darker skinned man with long dreads that had metal links. He wore a long green coat with a satchel. The big headphones and reflective sunglasses were also a nice touch. Me, Jim and Jon went to the lobby to see. We are pretty nosy and we might as well kill some time people watching. Us breaking routine and avoiding Winthorp might also cause suspicion. We have people checking in all the time, but this guy was different as the complex was seemingly treating him as a long time tenant. The lobby works like a one way mirror and with new potential tenants it hides us and the current theme of the lobby before they get approved. I’ve only seen it a few times, but when someone new enters, to us they’re surrounded by a clear cube that limits what they can see when they’re inside. While inside they can only see what the complex wants them to see and nothing as far as I know can enter or leave this pocket dimension box.
With this man however there is no box. The complex didn’t feel the need to hide us or his surroundings for some odd reason. He was ignoring it all though as if he’s been here. He even walked right past Agatha & Mrs. Donahue, seemingly two old ladies that are always playing chess in the lobby and try speaking with anyone in a gentle neighborly tone. You must never speak to them however. They are a Lich and a Fae, but not a nice one like Gunter. The longer you talk to them the more they ruin and steal your life. I was lucky enough to have Jim & Jon stop me before I could reply to their hellos, their friendly faces immediately turned to anger when their meal was not taking the bait. The man paid them no mind and walked right past when they tried waving him down. He was speaking to Winthorp who also was paying the man special attention.
He kept referring to him as they and them when speaking. Winthorp also was standing at full attention before the man walked up. I’ve never seen him so eager to greet a potential new tenant. When it came down to signing the leger he did so without saying a word, but when he finished Winthorp said all new tenants must sign. We didn’t understand at first, when suddenly the man held out his arm and pulled up his sleeve. His arm was covered in a mix of branded and ink tattoos of symbols I’ve never seen before. His closed right palm began to glow a color I’ve never seen before and probably was never meant to be seen by human eyes. He opened his palm and a flash bright enough to blind half the lobby engulfed the room. When we looked back after shielding our eyes there was now a woman with him.
She had turquoise colored skin, long black hair, a beautiful purple choli that had modern accessories and a satchel bag that matched the man’s. She also signed the ledger and was greeted with as much enthusiasm the man was getting by Winthorp. I asked Jim and Jon if they knew who or what they were, but they had no idea. I then asked my internal host Siente if she’s seeing this. A familiar ringing began in my ear and I could hear her voice once again. This had her curiosity immediately when the first words I heard are, interesting. Siente has no knowledge of the man, but the woman is theorized to be a djinn and an old one at that. Siente said that physical djinns are extremely rare and are the most powerful kind, but what caught Siente’s attention was that she wasn’t bound.
Djinns are normally adorned with bright jewelry to symbolize that they are bound to the human world and must obey the law of the bound djinns when on the mortal plain. This djinn was somehow free and in full control which can normally only be done if wished to be free by the master. They also usually leave once freed to return to the realm of the untamed elements, like a fish running back to water. Once checked in we saw Winthorp provide them with what looked like a metal jewelry box that the man put in his satchel. They started walking towards the elevator when I decided to introduce myself. The man stopped first and raised his brow behind those shades, but the djinn stood between us and signaled me to halt with her outstretched arm. Or at least that’s what I thought.
I was thrown backwards by an unseen force, but was luckily caught by Jim. Jon stood in front and began to growl hard in anger. Jon’s size began to increase steadily with his rage and the air around us began getting hotter. I saw his gray fur begin to tense with his flex of dominance and I yelled for him to calm down. Jim put me down and rested his hand on Jon’s shoulder. Jon began to almost instantly relax. Jim stepped in front and apologized, but the woman held her hand back up as a warning to not approach. The man this time relaxed her by resting his hand on the top of her forearm. She looked surprised and shocked by this. The man walked up to Jim, took off his glasses and moved his headphones to around his neck. He looked Jim up and down like he was inspecting him. The man’s eyes were a bright mix of blue and green.
The man asked what tribe he is from and Jim answered. The 13th Wukong of the Nán Providence, but has been Omega ranked in the Tauá-Miri clan for a few decades now. He then looked over to Jon and asked him. Jon only replied with, nikto, and both Jon and the man averted their gaze when the man apologized. The man then looked towards me and apologized for his girlfriend's defensive behavior. We shook hands and greeted each other properly. The man’s name was Oddo and his girlfriend was Desiree. She still watched me with hard suspicious looks while we talked. The man asked me what I was. I told him I’m just human, he stared for a while. He then looked me up and down like he did with Jim and asked how long I’ve lived here. I was honest and told him it felt like years now, but I have no idea. He then berated me with questions I didn’t really understand like, what’s my faction, who’s my totem, who do I embody and when/where is my birth place. I answered as best I could and was only given looks of suspicion in return.
At the end of my interrogation he simply stated, So you’re…a basic mortal human? I could only reply with an embarrassing, yea. Oddo seemed surprised and turned toward Desiree who gave him an equal amount of confusion. He then bluntly asked how am I even alive or even sane in this place. I just shrugged and replied honestly, no fucking idea. I’ve never heard so much laughter since I’ve been here. Oddo, Desiree, Jim and Jon all teared up from laughter. Oddo dabbed me and pulled me in for a hug while still chuckling. It was so weird to have a normal person interaction in such a long time. I then asked about him. He was Oddo and then proceeded to give me such a long list of either titles, ranks and/or alignments to the point where we stood there for about 10 minutes before he finished. At heart though he was human, for the most part.
He introduced Desiree and told us that they met when she was sealed away in a decanter on a sunken ship that Oddo was excavating years ago and have been together ever since. He confirmed that she was a djinn like Siete said and that she was the last of the Jinn of Origin. One of the most powerful djinns. I only know their kind from the story of Aladdin and asked if that’s the kind they meant. I was given looks of confusion and had to explain the story more. There were some similarities and also that she had to grant him 3 desires into creation for her freedom originally, but only did one. Her freedom. Oddo and Desiree were together for 5 years without him ever making a wish. Instead he got to know her and enjoyed her company. They fell in love 2 years in and when they decided to be together forever he made a choice to make it her choice. He desired for her to be free.
Their lives weren’t easy however. They were hunted by men who knew of Desiree and her power. They’ve been on the run for years and wanted to be with others like themselves. Oddo hates humans and Desiree matched that hatred. I asked, then why are you even giving me the time of day now. He just replied with, you’re…different. I didn’t know if that was an insult or compliment. I told them I didn’t want to hold them up any longer and it was a pleasure to meet them. They began walking away towards the elevator while Jim and Jon collaborated their feelings on the couple. I was just happy to finally meet another human here, even if we’re clearly not cut from the same cloth. Siente began speaking again in my head and told me we need to leave the lobby now. She said not to look, but Winthorp has not taken his eyes off of us and he doesn’t look happy.
I told Jim and Jon that we should go check on Mila so as to not cause suspicion on our leave. They agreed and gave a slight nod to confirm. We began walking away when Winthorp called out to me and asked me to come over. I told him maybe later and that we’re going to check on our friend. I turned to leave only to turn to see Winthorp in front of me. We were somehow sitting in a small room I’ve never seen before. It looked like the old school integration rooms you see in black and white detective movies. This wasn’t good. Winthorp had a serious look and looked directly into my soul with those impossibly bright blue eyes. He then lightened up and asked how I’m liking my stay here so far. I told him it was good and then was asked why I’m keeping secrets then. My blood ran cold and I told him everyone has secrets.
He laughed and said that was a good answer, but then suddenly switched to bad cop. He slammed his hand in front of me and asked why we have been spying then. Sweat began dripping down my face. I told him I didn’t know what he was talking about. He switched to good cop and rubbed my cheek. He asked in a light tone if I think he’s stupid. I told him no and then he grabbed my face to look into his. He told me he doesn’t read minds, but he has ways of getting information. He then cupped his hand over my ear and I felt an intense pain with a loud white noise. He held the hair on my head so I couldn't move with his opposite hand and opened his other palm before me. The spider Siete put in my ear was standing in his palm. He asked again if I think he’s stupid. I told him no and the spider began floating. Her legs stretched out and one popped off. He made it so I could hear her scream.
I told him to stop and he asked again if I think he’s stupid. I yelled no again and he pulled out another from the spider. She was a child and I could hear her cry and scream in pain. He asked a third time and I switched my answer to hopefully get a better result. I said yes and then he set her on fire. A flame that burned, but didn’t cause fatal harm. A flame of pure pain and torture. Her screams were loud and filled with sadness and confusion. I begged him to stop, but he kept asking that same question over and over until she had no legs left. He then threw the burning legless spider in the corner. Her screams stopped when she had two legs left. I knew she was alive, but just broken in mind now. I told him I just wanted to leave and he grinned.
Honesty, is that so hard? Those words sent shivers down my spine. I told myself I can’t break. He asked what we were doing and I told him that I’m just trying to find a way out. The grin went back to a scowl. He touched his finger tip to mine and my right middle finger he touched began to burn. At first it dried up slowly and turned black. Then white and then began turning to dust from the tip down to the knuckle. He told me he doesn’t like torturing his tenants. He just wants us to live happily and comfortably. Winthorp then asked why I would want to leave. I have nothing out there and he knows that. I replied with a simple, fuck you.
He sighed in annoyance. I suddenly was completely frozen in place and was unmovable. He grabbed my left arm and began twisting. First my wrist snapped, then slowly up my forearm began breaking. After that he pushed my elbow opposite to where it’s supposed to bend and caused a compound fracture. I was then unfrozen and immediately cried out in pain. Winthorp grabbed the back of my neck so I could sit straight up and squeezed lightly. He told me he knows I’m up to something and to just tell him. If I tell him all this will be over, but I’d be putting my friends in danger worse than this. I answered with, you’re insane. He threw my head forward and it bounced off the table in front of me. I held my face with both hands and realized my arms are normal again.
Winthorp then grabbed the back of my head with his open palm gripping the back of my skull. He told me to spill my guts. Before I could say anything I started projectile vomiting hard. At first it was what I ate, then bile, blood and after my organs began coming out of my mouth as if I was still throwing them up. Every organ was ejected out of my mouth and he made sure I could feel it all. Every time I would start passing out from the pain he’d jerk my head and bring me back. My tongue was next to be forced out and then my teeth one by one uprooted themselves to join the rest on the table and floor. My skin began to melt off my flesh with my nose and ears. My skeleton from my neck down also decided to leave. It moved on its own and forced its way out and through my muscle tissue like it was trapped. Lastly he made my eyes pop out to view it all. This was nothing compared to when he made it all do it again in reverse and even slower.
Ever felt your skeleton crawl back into your flesh? I do. He made sure the nerves felt it all and that I wouldn’t lose consciousness for even a moment while my body slowly and painfully repaired itself. Once I was fully repaired he asked again what me and my friends were doing. I told him it was only me. He sat back in front of me and stared long and hard. I was shaking with fear as to what he was planning to do next. He reached out his index finger, placed it in the center of my forehead and pushed hard. When I turned back up I was no longer in the interrogation room. I was in my room. My childhood room. I looked down and saw my pajamas I haven’t worn since I was 6 years old. I felt wet and warm in my bed and began crying loudly. My parents entered my room to console me and told me I must’ve had a nightmare. I tried telling them about The Pandemonium Complex and Winthorp, but was too broken to explain and just babbled on like the crying child I was now.
They told me it was okay and that I could sleep in their room tonight. A few years went by and The Pandemonium Complex was nothing more than just a memory of a bad dream. When I was 9 I came back home from school to see my front door was open. I entered slowly and saw that my house was a wreck. Like a tornado or wild beast came through. I called out to my parents and siblings, but no one answered. I went to the hallway and saw a blood trail leading into each room. I passed my siblings rooms first and only saw blood leading to their closed closets. I was too afraid to open them. I went to my parents room and saw they were torn apart. Looks of horror were frozen on their faces. I heard something behind me coming from my siblings' rooms.
I ran to my parents window. I unlocked it and jumped out leaving my backpack behind. This isn’t right. I ran to the neighbors house and they called the police. I lived with my aunt and uncle after that. Then my grandparents. All met the same fate as my household. I was placed in foster care at 13. I began questioning my memories and what’s happening. None of this seemed right. At 14 I was adopted into an abusive household. My adopted mother only beat and yelled at me. My adopted father was worse and did unspeakable things. I ran away at the age of 16 and was homeless for a year. I then met the love of my life. Tanisha, she was perfect. Kind, loving, empathetic and an all around good person. We were together for 2 years before I met my best friend, Tate.
They helped me get back on track and made my past seem like a bad memory. I was 26 now and was married with 3 loving children. My best friend Tate had a family of his own and we were raising our kids together. Life was perfect. Then one day I came home from work. My front door was open and I knew it was over. I entered my home. My children were torn apart and thrown around my living room like ragdolls. I went into our room and saw that it was torn apart, but Tanisha wasn’t there. I ran out when I heard a familiar noise coming from the living room. I jumped out my window and started running towards Tate’s house. I kept trying to call my wife’s phone nonstop. No answer. When I got to Tate’s house I saw that his door was also open. I ran inside to see the same scene happen to his children.
I ran into Tate’s room and found him and…my wife. She must’ve tried running here when she found our kids, I thought. A small red light caught my attention in the debris. A camera that was recording. I played the tape back to see what happened. My wife was cheating on me with Tate. The camera was filled with different videos from long before today. I started the video from today to my dismay. They were in the middle of it when screams could be heard from the living room. I was so focused on what was going to happen that I didn’t notice the presence behind me. A scream broke the silence before I could see what entered the room and I turned to see Sarah, Tate’s wife screaming with horror at me. I tried calming her down and explain, but she had the police behind her already. I was arrested and was found guilty for murder.
They thought I killed them all because I found out they were cheating and also pinned the past murders on me since whatever kept happening is following me. I was thrown into a dark cold prison to live out my days in a hole. My days consisted of starving, being beaten and cold. I wanted to die. The death sentence was banned since I was a child, so all I could do was wait for death. One day, when I had given up, a few guards entered my room. I won’t say what happened, but it ended with them beating me nonstop until I couldn’t fight back. They didn’t stop beating me and when I was finally getting my wish of death I was sitting in a chair. I was in a small room with a man sitting across from me. A small bellhop wearing a straw boat hat. Winthorp. All my memories came flooding back. Memories of the past and now mixed and formed back into my hellish life.
Winthorp asked me again what we were planning. I looked him dead in the eye and just answered, I will kill you. A grin formed on his face again and he leaned in. How? He asked plain and simply. I knew I said too much again and just went silent. I don’t know how long I was there for. He made me live other hellish lives and tortured me over and over again in ways that would make the devil himself want to die. I never said another word. I could tell he was getting frustrated and was losing his cool. His methods started becoming sloppy and desperate. One of the benefits of being a basic mortal human is that we die very easily, so you could do whatever to us, but in the end they start getting very similar and I learned to get used to it. Once he realized he wasn’t getting anything out of me he threw me back into my room in the complex. I was thrown hard through the air and saw my furniture fly past me before I hit my wall hard. That’s when I just broke and just cried for hours.
I just needed to release. What I didn’t notice was Gunter was on the couch the whole time. He sat silently and just let me break. I think he knew I just needed to let it all out. I don’t know if he knew what I just went through, but he just started getting some fruit ready for me to eat when I’m ready. The small spider crawled out of my sleeve and ran to Siete under Gunter’s cornucopia. I slept for an unknown amount of time, but my body definitely needed it. When I woke up, I ate and Gunter asked me if I wanted to talk. I just asked how long I had been gone. He said Jim, Jon and I left just a few minutes before I was suddenly flying through my room from out of nowhere. He asked more directly as to what happened. I didn’t give him all the details, but now my mind is set. Winthorp and The Pandemonium Complex need to die.
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2023.04.02 02:06 screwy_louie24 The Pandemonium Complex (The Interrogation)

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It feels like it’s already been weeks since Mila was forced to fight to the death. I can’t tell time here anymore. I just sleep when I need to with no sense of time. At first it messed with my head for a while and I think I went a little insane for a moment, but once you realize that you don’t need it because you don’t need a schedule anymore. It can make you a lot more focused on the now. Gunter has been staying with Mila and barely stays in his own room anymore. We don’t know if she got the previous tenants room or she got hers upgraded since she won the battle against Níðhöggr, but Mila’s room is an entire mountain range. Gunter has been cultivating at the base of the mountains and taking care of Mila. He really loved her cherry blossom trees and spider lilies. I stayed with them for a few days and loved it too after a while. Mila chose a cave in the mountains that she said would work best for her recovery.
Mila’s biology works like a snake’s in a tank and can grow as big as her surroundings. Due to her limited space and food supply in her room that she was sealed in, she was small compared to her full potential. Her new demon noh mask was hard to get used to, but I kind of like it now. It looks pretty bad ass with the horns and tusks. The human skin color it chose wouldn’t be my first choice however. Her new dark red exoskeleton definitely makes up for that though. She doesn’t look anything like the Mila we first met, but we love her no matter how she looks. Pushed to her limits she could wrap an entire mountain if she wanted to or be as small as several inches.
Gunter as well has impressed me. For a small 5 foot something man he’s pretty fast and strong. On his own he can track up the 7,000 foot mountains to get to Mila and back in a little under an hour. I’ve gone with him a few times. We’d track normally and talk for a few hours and he’ll either carry me with him, which still takes him a few hours, or just do the rest alone. Jim, Jon, Siete and her many children visit too. We have meetings to discuss the plan while the kids play in Gunter’s forest that he filled with insects and fruit groves. Gunter also spent a few hours building me a cabin with one of his picks. It was actually really good and the furniture that he built is extremely comfortable.
We went over some ideas and shared what all of us can do during our meeting. I feel like an average Joe sitting among superheroes when I heard what just their species alone can do, plus Gunter, Mila and Jim have some unique talents. When they asked what I can do I decided to lighten the mood by doing the removable thumb trick. No one thought it was funny and we waisted almost an hour explaining to Gunter it wasn’t real. He still thinks I can remove my limbs at will, but choose not to. First thing we needed to do was find Baba Yaga. The Host’s hive mind knows of Klaus and has some memories of him, but we have no idea where he is or if he has a room. Baba Yaga might have some insight and Gunter thinks she should be our main priority. I still think there’s more to what he’s willing to tell us.
Gunter says she was never a tenant as far as he knows and knew her way before he lived here. She practices the arts of the witches, enchantresses, sorceresses and necromancers to name a few. She also spends most of her time in her cabin. Her and her cabin are similar to Withorp and the complex as in wherever it is, she is. If her cabin is somehow either inside or trapped in The Pandemonium Complex then maybe we can find it. Gunter knows what her door looks like if they happen to come across it, but Gunter can’t just run around the complex wildly. One he might catch unwanted attention and none of us know how big this place is if we just search everywhere. Siete said she can send her children, but it’ll take an unknown amount of time for them to come back and tell her what every door looks like and who knows if it’ll still be there by the time they get there. She does have another idea though.
Her hive mind is strong when the spiders are many, but even stronger when there’s less. With less it’ll be like she can see through every one of her children at once. She definitely hates the idea, but it may be our only one. We gave them the best days of their lives as best we could. A few days after that meeting Siete showed up at the cabin Gunter built without The Host and with her children riding on her. There looked to be about 500-600 left from her thousands. We didn’t ask or pry what she had to do, so we carried on with our plan. Siete told us she can also connect us to The Host hive if we wanted to so we can all at least instantly communicate with each other. We won’t have visuals like her, but we can hear her thoughts immediately like a walkie talkie. To be honest I think we all agreed out of respect. She killed her own children for our sake, the least we could do is be there for her.
The smallest spiders from her cluster with long thin legs crawled up each of us and as much as we hated it. We had to let them crawl into our ear canal. We all shuddered hard and tried our best to let them do their job. I can’t speak for the others, but imagine a wild tickle in your ear that sounds like wind blowing hard directly in. Suddenly an intense pain in my ear drum started making it ring loud and hard. Once the ringing started to fade I kept hearing a beautiful woman’s voice saying, hello, softly over and over again. I looked over at Siete, who was standing on the dining room table and asked if that was her. She bounced a little while I could hear that voice saying yes happily. Even Jon had to comment how beautiful she sounded. Definitely a mother’s voice if I’ve ever heard one, which made us hate what we had to make her do so much more.
We played around with our new voiceless communication and had to tune it to not hear every thought. Didn’t think that would be a problem until all of us could hear Jon’s intrusive thoughts while he was staring at Jim. Ever seen a hulking big green apeman turn bright red? It is hilarious, but now I have images in my head that I’m afraid will never go away. Since Siete is now also without The Host she needs a new spot. We decided to keep her under Gunter’s cornucopia. We enjoyed our last day of peace, but now we had to start our search. Siete sent out her children and we listened intently to her kids updates of anything out of the ordinary. Gunter and Siete focused to show Siete what door they’re looking for. So far no door, but we heard a couple of interesting sightings.
The Wisps are back at their pranks again, little light fairies that can cast visual illusions that have been tricking tenants into entering unlocked rooms. Gulp, the bottomless traveling portal, ate the zombie horde, thankfully now I won’t get cramped in the elevator again when they were up to 13 zombies. Her was seen consuming that shape shifting lizardman who loved pretending to be politicians, near my room and tried desperately holding on to a door with chains. Girin and Kuba, the giant black bear forest spirit are fighting in the hallway near Gunter’s room because neither would move so the other could pass again. Adrenepae, the wife of Apollo who ate his heart, looks like she finally can control her avatar of fire form now and is roaming the hallways.Tate the warlock is stalking Beta, the techno organic virus, who has a new female host body; weird little creep. What caught our attention the most was the new tenant that entered the lobby.
He was a darker skinned man with long dreads that had metal links. He wore a long green coat with a satchel. The big headphones and reflective sunglasses were also a nice touch. Me, Jim and Jon went to the lobby to see. We are pretty nosy and we might as well kill some time people watching. Us breaking routine and avoiding Winthorp might also cause suspicion. We have people checking in all the time, but this guy was different as the complex was seemingly treating him as a long time tenant. The lobby works like a one way mirror and with new potential tenants it hides us and the current theme of the lobby before they get approved. I’ve only seen it a few times, but when someone new enters, to us they’re surrounded by a clear cube that limits what they can see when they’re inside. While inside they can only see what the complex wants them to see and nothing as far as I know can enter or leave this pocket dimension box.
With this man however there is no box. The complex didn’t feel the need to hide us or his surroundings for some odd reason. He was ignoring it all though as if he’s been here. He even walked right past Agatha & Mrs. Donahue, seemingly two old ladies that are always playing chess in the lobby and try speaking with anyone in a gentle neighborly tone. You must never speak to them however. They are a Lich and a Fae, but not a nice one like Gunter. The longer you talk to them the more they ruin and steal your life. I was lucky enough to have Jim & Jon stop me before I could reply to their hellos, their friendly faces immediately turned to anger when their meal was not taking the bait. The man paid them no mind and walked right past when they tried waving him down. He was speaking to Winthorp who also was paying the man special attention.
He kept referring to him as they and them when speaking. Winthorp also was standing at full attention before the man walked up. I’ve never seen him so eager to greet a potential new tenant. When it came down to signing the leger he did so without saying a word, but when he finished Winthorp said all new tenants must sign. We didn’t understand at first, when suddenly the man held out his arm and pulled up his sleeve. His arm was covered in a mix of branded and ink tattoos of symbols I’ve never seen before. His closed right palm began to glow a color I’ve never seen before and probably was never meant to be seen by human eyes. He opened his palm and a flash bright enough to blind half the lobby engulfed the room. When we looked back after shielding our eyes there was now a woman with him.
She had turquoise colored skin, long black hair, a beautiful purple choli that had modern accessories and a satchel bag that matched the man’s. She also signed the ledger and was greeted with as much enthusiasm the man was getting by Winthorp. I asked Jim and Jon if they knew who or what they were, but they had no idea. I then asked my internal host Siente if she’s seeing this. A familiar ringing began in my ear and I could hear her voice once again. This had her curiosity immediately when the first words I heard are, interesting. Siente has no knowledge of the man, but the woman is theorized to be a djinn and an old one at that. Siente said that physical djinns are extremely rare and are the most powerful kind, but what caught Siente’s attention was that she wasn’t bound.
Djinns are normally adorned with bright jewelry to symbolize that they are bound to the human world and must obey the law of the bound djinns when on the mortal plain. This djinn was somehow free and in full control which can normally only be done if wished to be free by the master. They also usually leave once freed to return to the realm of the untamed elements, like a fish running back to water. Once checked in we saw Winthorp provide them with what looked like a metal jewelry box that the man put in his satchel. They started walking towards the elevator when I decided to introduce myself. The man stopped first and raised his brow behind those shades, but the djinn stood between us and signaled me to halt with her outstretched arm. Or at least that’s what I thought.
I was thrown backwards by an unseen force, but was luckily caught by Jim. Jon stood in front and began to growl hard in anger. Jon’s size began to increase steadily with his rage and the air around us began getting hotter. I saw his gray fur begin to tense with his flex of dominance and I yelled for him to calm down. Jim put me down and rested his hand on Jon’s shoulder. Jon began to almost instantly relax. Jim stepped in front and apologized, but the woman held her hand back up as a warning to not approach. The man this time relaxed her by resting his hand on the top of her forearm. She looked surprised and shocked by this. The man walked up to Jim, took off his glasses and moved his headphones to around his neck. He looked Jim up and down like he was inspecting him. The man’s eyes were a bright mix of blue and green.
The man asked what tribe he is from and Jim answered. The 13th Wukong of the Nán Providence, but has been Omega ranked in the Tauá-Miri clan for a few decades now. He then looked over to Jon and asked him. Jon only replied with, nikto, and both Jon and the man averted their gaze when the man apologized. The man then looked towards me and apologized for his girlfriend's defensive behavior. We shook hands and greeted each other properly. The man’s name was Oddo and his girlfriend was Desiree. She still watched me with hard suspicious looks while we talked. The man asked me what I was. I told him I’m just human, he stared for a while. He then looked me up and down like he did with Jim and asked how long I’ve lived here. I was honest and told him it felt like years now, but I have no idea. He then berated me with questions I didn’t really understand like, what’s my faction, who’s my totem, who do I embody and when/where is my birth place. I answered as best I could and was only given looks of suspicion in return.
At the end of my interrogation he simply stated, So you’re…a basic mortal human? I could only reply with an embarrassing, yea. Oddo seemed surprised and turned toward Desiree who gave him an equal amount of confusion. He then bluntly asked how am I even alive or even sane in this place. I just shrugged and replied honestly, no fucking idea. I’ve never heard so much laughter since I’ve been here. Oddo, Desiree, Jim and Jon all teared up from laughter. Oddo dabbed me and pulled me in for a hug while still chuckling. It was so weird to have a normal person interaction in such a long time. I then asked about him. He was Oddo and then proceeded to give me such a long list of either titles, ranks and/or alignments to the point where we stood there for about 10 minutes before he finished. At heart though he was human, for the most part.
He introduced Desiree and told us that they met when she was sealed away in a decanter on a sunken ship that Oddo was excavating years ago and have been together ever since. He confirmed that she was a djinn like Siete said and that she was the last of the Jinn of Origin. One of the most powerful djinns. I only know their kind from the story of Aladdin and asked if that’s the kind they meant. I was given looks of confusion and had to explain the story more. There were some similarities and also that she had to grant him 3 desires into creation for her freedom originally, but only did one. Her freedom. Oddo and Desiree were together for 5 years without him ever making a wish. Instead he got to know her and enjoyed her company. They fell in love 2 years in and when they decided to be together forever he made a choice to make it her choice. He desired for her to be free.
Their lives weren’t easy however. They were hunted by men who knew of Desiree and her power. They’ve been on the run for years and wanted to be with others like themselves. Oddo hates humans and Desiree matched that hatred. I asked, then why are you even giving me the time of day now. He just replied with, you’re…different. I didn’t know if that was an insult or compliment. I told them I didn’t want to hold them up any longer and it was a pleasure to meet them. They began walking away towards the elevator while Jim and Jon collaborated their feelings on the couple. I was just happy to finally meet another human here, even if we’re clearly not cut from the same cloth. Siente began speaking again in my head and told me we need to leave the lobby now. She said not to look, but Winthorp has not taken his eyes off of us and he doesn’t look happy.
I told Jim and Jon that we should go check on Mila so as to not cause suspicion on our leave. They agreed and gave a slight nod to confirm. We began walking away when Winthorp called out to me and asked me to come over. I told him maybe later and that we’re going to check on our friend. I turned to leave only to turn to see Winthorp in front of me. We were somehow sitting in a small room I’ve never seen before. It looked like the old school integration rooms you see in black and white detective movies. This wasn’t good. Winthorp had a serious look and looked directly into my soul with those impossibly bright blue eyes. He then lightened up and asked how I’m liking my stay here so far. I told him it was good and then was asked why I’m keeping secrets then. My blood ran cold and I told him everyone has secrets.
He laughed and said that was a good answer, but then suddenly switched to bad cop. He slammed his hand in front of me and asked why we have been spying then. Sweat began dripping down my face. I told him I didn’t know what he was talking about. He switched to good cop and rubbed my cheek. He asked in a light tone if I think he’s stupid. I told him no and then he grabbed my face to look into his. He told me he doesn’t read minds, but he has ways of getting information. He then cupped his hand over my ear and I felt an intense pain with a loud white noise. He held the hair on my head so I couldn't move with his opposite hand and opened his other palm before me. The spider Siete put in my ear was standing in his palm. He asked again if I think he’s stupid. I told him no and the spider began floating. Her legs stretched out and one popped off. He made it so I could hear her scream.
I told him to stop and he asked again if I think he’s stupid. I yelled no again and he pulled out another from the spider. She was a child and I could hear her cry and scream in pain. He asked a third time and I switched my answer to hopefully get a better result. I said yes and then he set her on fire. A flame that burned, but didn’t cause fatal harm. A flame of pure pain and torture. Her screams were loud and filled with sadness and confusion. I begged him to stop, but he kept asking that same question over and over until she had no legs left. He then threw the burning legless spider in the corner. Her screams stopped when she had two legs left. I knew she was alive, but just broken in mind now. I told him I just wanted to leave and he grinned.
Honesty, is that so hard? Those words sent shivers down my spine. I told myself I can’t break. He asked what we were doing and I told him that I’m just trying to find a way out. The grin went back to a scowl. He touched his finger tip to mine and my right middle finger he touched began to burn. At first it dried up slowly and turned black. Then white and then began turning to dust from the tip down to the knuckle. He told me he doesn’t like torturing his tenants. He just wants us to live happily and comfortably. Winthorp then asked why I would want to leave. I have nothing out there and he knows that. I replied with a simple, fuck you.
He sighed in annoyance. I suddenly was completely frozen in place and was unmovable. He grabbed my left arm and began twisting. First my wrist snapped, then slowly up my forearm began breaking. After that he pushed my elbow opposite to where it’s supposed to bend and caused a compound fracture. I was then unfrozen and immediately cried out in pain. Winthorp grabbed the back of my neck so I could sit straight up and squeezed lightly. He told me he knows I’m up to something and to just tell him. If I tell him all this will be over, but I’d be putting my friends in danger worse than this. I answered with, you’re insane. He threw my head forward and it bounced off the table in front of me. I held my face with both hands and realized my arms are normal again.
Winthorp then grabbed the back of my head with his open palm gripping the back of my skull. He told me to spill my guts. Before I could say anything I started projectile vomiting hard. At first it was what I ate, then bile, blood and after my organs began coming out of my mouth as if I was still throwing them up. Every organ was ejected out of my mouth and he made sure I could feel it all. Every time I would start passing out from the pain he’d jerk my head and bring me back. My tongue was next to be forced out and then my teeth one by one uprooted themselves to join the rest on the table and floor. My skin began to melt off my flesh with my nose and ears. My skeleton from my neck down also decided to leave. It moved on its own and forced its way out and through my muscle tissue like it was trapped. Lastly he made my eyes pop out to view it all. This was nothing compared to when he made it all do it again in reverse and even slower.
Ever felt your skeleton crawl back into your flesh? I do. He made sure the nerves felt it all and that I wouldn’t lose consciousness for even a moment while my body slowly and painfully repaired itself. Once I was fully repaired he asked again what me and my friends were doing. I told him it was only me. He sat back in front of me and stared long and hard. I was shaking with fear as to what he was planning to do next. He reached out his index finger, placed it in the center of my forehead and pushed hard. When I turned back up I was no longer in the interrogation room. I was in my room. My childhood room. I looked down and saw my pajamas I haven’t worn since I was 6 years old. I felt wet and warm in my bed and began crying loudly. My parents entered my room to console me and told me I must’ve had a nightmare. I tried telling them about The Pandemonium Complex and Winthorp, but was too broken to explain and just babbled on like the crying child I was now.
They told me it was okay and that I could sleep in their room tonight. A few years went by and The Pandemonium Complex was nothing more than just a memory of a bad dream. When I was 9 I came back home from school to see my front door was open. I entered slowly and saw that my house was a wreck. Like a tornado or wild beast came through. I called out to my parents and siblings, but no one answered. I went to the hallway and saw a blood trail leading into each room. I passed my siblings rooms first and only saw blood leading to their closed closets. I was too afraid to open them. I went to my parents room and saw they were torn apart. Looks of horror were frozen on their faces. I heard something behind me coming from my siblings' rooms.
I ran to my parents window. I unlocked it and jumped out leaving my backpack behind. This isn’t right. I ran to the neighbors house and they called the police. I lived with my aunt and uncle after that. Then my grandparents. All met the same fate as my household. I was placed in foster care at 13. I began questioning my memories and what’s happening. None of this seemed right. At 14 I was adopted into an abusive household. My adopted mother only beat and yelled at me. My adopted father was worse and did unspeakable things. I ran away at the age of 16 and was homeless for a year. I then met the love of my life. Tanisha, she was perfect. Kind, loving, empathetic and an all around good person. We were together for 2 years before I met my best friend, Tate.
They helped me get back on track and made my past seem like a bad memory. I was 26 now and was married with 3 loving children. My best friend Tate had a family of his own and we were raising our kids together. Life was perfect. Then one day I came home from work. My front door was open and I knew it was over. I entered my home. My children were torn apart and thrown around my living room like ragdolls. I went into our room and saw that it was torn apart, but Tanisha wasn’t there. I ran out when I heard a familiar noise coming from the living room. I jumped out my window and started running towards Tate’s house. I kept trying to call my wife’s phone nonstop. No answer. When I got to Tate’s house I saw that his door was also open. I ran inside to see the same scene happen to his children.
I ran into Tate’s room and found him and…my wife. She must’ve tried running here when she found our kids, I thought. A small red light caught my attention in the debris. A camera that was recording. I played the tape back to see what happened. My wife was cheating on me with Tate. The camera was filled with different videos from long before today. I started the video from today to my dismay. They were in the middle of it when screams could be heard from the living room. I was so focused on what was going to happen that I didn’t notice the presence behind me. A scream broke the silence before I could see what entered the room and I turned to see Sarah, Tate’s wife screaming with horror at me. I tried calming her down and explain, but she had the police behind her already. I was arrested and was found guilty for murder.
They thought I killed them all because I found out they were cheating and also pinned the past murders on me since whatever kept happening is following me. I was thrown into a dark cold prison to live out my days in a hole. My days consisted of starving, being beaten and cold. I wanted to die. The death sentence was banned since I was a child, so all I could do was wait for death. One day, when I had given up, a few guards entered my room. I won’t say what happened, but it ended with them beating me nonstop until I couldn’t fight back. They didn’t stop beating me and when I was finally getting my wish of death I was sitting in a chair. I was in a small room with a man sitting across from me. A small bellhop wearing a straw boat hat. Winthorp. All my memories came flooding back. Memories of the past and now mixed and formed back into my hellish life.
Winthorp asked me again what we were planning. I looked him dead in the eye and just answered, I will kill you. A grin formed on his face again and he leaned in. How? He asked plain and simply. I knew I said too much again and just went silent. I don’t know how long I was there for. He made me live other hellish lives and tortured me over and over again in ways that would make the devil himself want to die. I never said another word. I could tell he was getting frustrated and was losing his cool. His methods started becoming sloppy and desperate. One of the benefits of being a basic mortal human is that we die very easily, so you could do whatever to us, but in the end they start getting very similar and I learned to get used to it. Once he realized he wasn’t getting anything out of me he threw me back into my room in the complex. I was thrown hard through the air and saw my furniture fly past me before I hit my wall hard. That’s when I just broke and just cried for hours.
I just needed to release. What I didn’t notice was Gunter was on the couch the whole time. He sat silently and just let me break. I think he knew I just needed to let it all out. I don’t know if he knew what I just went through, but he just started getting some fruit ready for me to eat when I’m ready. The small spider crawled out of my sleeve and ran to Siete under Gunter’s cornucopia. I slept for an unknown amount of time, but my body definitely needed it. When I woke up, I ate and Gunter asked me if I wanted to talk. I just asked how long I had been gone. He said Jim, Jon and I left just a few minutes before I was suddenly flying through my room from out of nowhere. He asked more directly as to what happened. I didn’t give him all the details, but now my mind is set. Winthorp and The Pandemonium Complex need to die.
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2023.04.02 02:00 screwy_louie24 The Pandemonium Complex - The Interrogation

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It feels like it’s already been weeks since Mila was forced to fight to the death. I can’t tell time here anymore. I just sleep when I need to with no sense of time. At first it messed with my head for a while and I think I went a little insane for a moment, but once you realize that you don’t need it because you don’t need a schedule anymore. It can make you a lot more focused on the now. Gunter has been staying with Mila and barely stays in his own room anymore. We don’t know if she got the previous tenants room or she got hers upgraded since she won the battle against Níðhöggr, but Mila’s room is an entire mountain range. Gunter has been cultivating at the base of the mountains and taking care of Mila. He really loved her cherry blossom trees and spider lilies. I stayed with them for a few days and loved it too after a while. Mila chose a cave in the mountains that she said would work best for her recovery.
Mila’s biology works like a snake’s in a tank and can grow as big as her surroundings. Due to her limited space and food supply in her room that she was sealed in, she was small compared to her full potential. Her new demon noh mask was hard to get used to, but I kind of like it now. It looks pretty bad ass with the horns and tusks. The human skin color it chose wouldn’t be my first choice however. Her new dark red exoskeleton definitely makes up for that though. She doesn’t look anything like the Mila we first met, but we love her no matter how she looks. Pushed to her limits she could wrap an entire mountain if she wanted to or be as small as several inches.
Gunter as well has impressed me. For a small 5 foot something man he’s pretty fast and strong. On his own he can track up the 7,000 foot mountains to get to Mila and back in a little under an hour. I’ve gone with him a few times. We’d track normally and talk for a few hours and he’ll either carry me with him, which still takes him a few hours, or just do the rest alone. Jim, Jon, Siete and her many children visit too. We have meetings to discuss the plan while the kids play in Gunter’s forest that he filled with insects and fruit groves. Gunter also spent a few hours building me a cabin with one of his picks. It was actually really good and the furniture that he built is extremely comfortable.
We went over some ideas and shared what all of us can do during our meeting. I feel like an average Joe sitting among superheroes when I heard what just their species alone can do, plus Gunter, Mila and Jim have some unique talents. When they asked what I can do I decided to lighten the mood by doing the removable thumb trick. No one thought it was funny and we waisted almost an hour explaining to Gunter it wasn’t real. He still thinks I can remove my limbs at will, but choose not to. First thing we needed to do was find Baba Yaga. The Host’s hive mind knows of Klaus and has some memories of him, but we have no idea where he is or if he has a room. Baba Yaga might have some insight and Gunter thinks she should be our main priority. I still think there’s more to what he’s willing to tell us.
Gunter says she was never a tenant as far as he knows and knew her way before he lived here. She practices the arts of the witches, enchantresses, sorceresses and necromancers to name a few. She also spends most of her time in her cabin. Her and her cabin are similar to Withorp and the complex as in wherever it is, she is. If her cabin is somehow either inside or trapped in The Pandemonium Complex then maybe we can find it. Gunter knows what her door looks like if they happen to come across it, but Gunter can’t just run around the complex wildly. One he might catch unwanted attention and none of us know how big this place is if we just search everywhere. Siete said she can send her children, but it’ll take an unknown amount of time for them to come back and tell her what every door looks like and who knows if it’ll still be there by the time they get there. She does have another idea though.
Her hive mind is strong when the spiders are many, but even stronger when there’s less. With less it’ll be like she can see through every one of her children at once. She definitely hates the idea, but it may be our only one. We gave them the best days of their lives as best we could. A few days after that meeting Siete showed up at the cabin Gunter built without The Host and with her children riding on her. There looked to be about 500-600 left from her thousands. We didn’t ask or pry what she had to do, so we carried on with our plan. Siete told us she can also connect us to The Host hive if we wanted to so we can all at least instantly communicate with each other. We won’t have visuals like her, but we can hear her thoughts immediately like a walkie talkie. To be honest I think we all agreed out of respect. She killed her own children for our sake, the least we could do is be there for her.
The smallest spiders from her cluster with long thin legs crawled up each of us and as much as we hated it. We had to let them crawl into our ear canal. We all shuddered hard and tried our best to let them do their job. I can’t speak for the others, but imagine a wild tickle in your ear that sounds like wind blowing hard directly in. Suddenly an intense pain in my ear drum started making it ring loud and hard. Once the ringing started to fade I kept hearing a beautiful woman’s voice saying, hello, softly over and over again. I looked over at Siete, who was standing on the dining room table and asked if that was her. She bounced a little while I could hear that voice saying yes happily. Even Jon had to comment how beautiful she sounded. Definitely a mother’s voice if I’ve ever heard one, which made us hate what we had to make her do so much more.
We played around with our new voiceless communication and had to tune it to not hear every thought. Didn’t think that would be a problem until all of us could hear Jon’s intrusive thoughts while he was staring at Jim. Ever seen a hulking big green apeman turn bright red? It is hilarious, but now I have images in my head that I’m afraid will never go away. Since Siete is now also without The Host she needs a new spot. We decided to keep her under Gunter’s cornucopia. We enjoyed our last day of peace, but now we had to start our search. Siete sent out her children and we listened intently to her kids updates of anything out of the ordinary. Gunter and Siete focused to show Siete what door they’re looking for. So far no door, but we heard a couple of interesting sightings.
The Wisps are back at their pranks again, little light fairies that can cast visual illusions that have been tricking tenants into entering unlocked rooms. Gulp, the bottomless traveling portal, ate the zombie horde, thankfully now I won’t get cramped in the elevator again when they were up to 13 zombies. Her was seen consuming that shape shifting lizardman who loved pretending to be politicians, near my room and tried desperately holding on to a door with chains. Girin and Kuba, the giant black bear forest spirit are fighting in the hallway near Gunter’s room because neither would move so the other could pass again. Adrenepae, the wife of Apollo who ate his heart, looks like she finally can control her avatar of fire form now and is roaming the hallways.Tate the warlock is stalking Beta, the techno organic virus, who has a new female host body; weird little creep. What caught our attention the most was the new tenant that entered the lobby.
He was a darker skinned man with long dreads that had metal links. He wore a long green coat with a satchel. The big headphones and reflective sunglasses were also a nice touch. Me, Jim and Jon went to the lobby to see. We are pretty nosy and we might as well kill some time people watching. Us breaking routine and avoiding Winthorp might also cause suspicion. We have people checking in all the time, but this guy was different as the complex was seemingly treating him as a long time tenant. The lobby works like a one way mirror and with new potential tenants it hides us and the current theme of the lobby before they get approved. I’ve only seen it a few times, but when someone new enters, to us they’re surrounded by a clear cube that limits what they can see when they’re inside. While inside they can only see what the complex wants them to see and nothing as far as I know can enter or leave this pocket dimension box.
With this man however there is no box. The complex didn’t feel the need to hide us or his surroundings for some odd reason. He was ignoring it all though as if he’s been here. He even walked right past Agatha & Mrs. Donahue, seemingly two old ladies that are always playing chess in the lobby and try speaking with anyone in a gentle neighborly tone. You must never speak to them however. They are a Lich and a Fae, but not a nice one like Gunter. The longer you talk to them the more they ruin and steal your life. I was lucky enough to have Jim & Jon stop me before I could reply to their hellos, their friendly faces immediately turned to anger when their meal was not taking the bait. The man paid them no mind and walked right past when they tried waving him down. He was speaking to Winthorp who also was paying the man special attention.
He kept referring to him as they and them when speaking. Winthorp also was standing at full attention before the man walked up. I’ve never seen him so eager to greet a potential new tenant. When it came down to signing the leger he did so without saying a word, but when he finished Winthorp said all new tenants must sign. We didn’t understand at first, when suddenly the man held out his arm and pulled up his sleeve. His arm was covered in a mix of branded and ink tattoos of symbols I’ve never seen before. His closed right palm began to glow a color I’ve never seen before and probably was never meant to be seen by human eyes. He opened his palm and a flash bright enough to blind half the lobby engulfed the room. When we looked back after shielding our eyes there was now a woman with him.
She had turquoise colored skin, long black hair, a beautiful purple choli that had modern accessories and a satchel bag that matched the man’s. She also signed the ledger and was greeted with as much enthusiasm the man was getting by Winthorp. I asked Jim and Jon if they knew who or what they were, but they had no idea. I then asked my internal host Siente if she’s seeing this. A familiar ringing began in my ear and I could hear her voice once again. This had her curiosity immediately when the first words I heard are, interesting. Siente has no knowledge of the man, but the woman is theorized to be a djinn and an old one at that. Siente said that physical djinns are extremely rare and are the most powerful kind, but what caught Siente’s attention was that she wasn’t bound.
Djinns are normally adorned with bright jewelry to symbolize that they are bound to the human world and must obey the law of the bound djinns when on the mortal plain. This djinn was somehow free and in full control which can normally only be done if wished to be free by the master. They also usually leave once freed to return to the realm of the untamed elements, like a fish running back to water. Once checked in we saw Winthorp provide them with what looked like a metal jewelry box that the man put in his satchel. They started walking towards the elevator when I decided to introduce myself. The man stopped first and raised his brow behind those shades, but the djinn stood between us and signaled me to halt with her outstretched arm. Or at least that’s what I thought.
I was thrown backwards by an unseen force, but was luckily caught by Jim. Jon stood in front and began to growl hard in anger. Jon’s size began to increase steadily with his rage and the air around us began getting hotter. I saw his gray fur begin to tense with his flex of dominance and I yelled for him to calm down. Jim put me down and rested his hand on Jon’s shoulder. Jon began to almost instantly relax. Jim stepped in front and apologized, but the woman held her hand back up as a warning to not approach. The man this time relaxed her by resting his hand on the top of her forearm. She looked surprised and shocked by this. The man walked up to Jim, took off his glasses and moved his headphones to around his neck. He looked Jim up and down like he was inspecting him. The man’s eyes were a bright mix of blue and green.
The man asked what tribe he is from and Jim answered. The 13th Wukong of the Nán Providence, but has been Omega ranked in the Tauá-Miri clan for a few decades now. He then looked over to Jon and asked him. Jon only replied with, nikto, and both Jon and the man averted their gaze when the man apologized. The man then looked towards me and apologized for his girlfriend's defensive behavior. We shook hands and greeted each other properly. The man’s name was Oddo and his girlfriend was Desiree. She still watched me with hard suspicious looks while we talked. The man asked me what I was. I told him I’m just human, he stared for a while. He then looked me up and down like he did with Jim and asked how long I’ve lived here. I was honest and told him it felt like years now, but I have no idea. He then berated me with questions I didn’t really understand like, what’s my faction, who’s my totem, who do I embody and when/where is my birth place. I answered as best I could and was only given looks of suspicion in return.
At the end of my interrogation he simply stated, So you’re…a basic mortal human? I could only reply with an embarrassing, yea. Oddo seemed surprised and turned toward Desiree who gave him an equal amount of confusion. He then bluntly asked how am I even alive or even sane in this place. I just shrugged and replied honestly, no fucking idea. I’ve never heard so much laughter since I’ve been here. Oddo, Desiree, Jim and Jon all teared up from laughter. Oddo dabbed me and pulled me in for a hug while still chuckling. It was so weird to have a normal person interaction in such a long time. I then asked about him. He was Oddo and then proceeded to give me such a long list of either titles, ranks and/or alignments to the point where we stood there for about 10 minutes before he finished. At heart though he was human, for the most part.
He introduced Desiree and told us that they met when she was sealed away in a decanter on a sunken ship that Oddo was excavating years ago and have been together ever since. He confirmed that she was a djinn like Siete said and that she was the last of the Jinn of Origin. One of the most powerful djinns. I only know their kind from the story of Aladdin and asked if that’s the kind they meant. I was given looks of confusion and had to explain the story more. There were some similarities and also that she had to grant him 3 desires into creation for her freedom originally, but only did one. Her freedom. Oddo and Desiree were together for 5 years without him ever making a wish. Instead he got to know her and enjoyed her company. They fell in love 2 years in and when they decided to be together forever he made a choice to make it her choice. He desired for her to be free.
Their lives weren’t easy however. They were hunted by men who knew of Desiree and her power. They’ve been on the run for years and wanted to be with others like themselves. Oddo hates humans and Desiree matched that hatred. I asked, then why are you even giving me the time of day now. He just replied with, you’re…different. I didn’t know if that was an insult or compliment. I told them I didn’t want to hold them up any longer and it was a pleasure to meet them. They began walking away towards the elevator while Jim and Jon collaborated their feelings on the couple. I was just happy to finally meet another human here, even if we’re clearly not cut from the same cloth. Siente began speaking again in my head and told me we need to leave the lobby now. She said not to look, but Winthorp has not taken his eyes off of us and he doesn’t look happy.
I told Jim and Jon that we should go check on Mila so as to not cause suspicion on our leave. They agreed and gave a slight nod to confirm. We began walking away when Winthorp called out to me and asked me to come over. I told him maybe later and that we’re going to check on our friend. I turned to leave only to turn to see Winthorp in front of me. We were somehow sitting in a small room I’ve never seen before. It looked like the old school integration rooms you see in black and white detective movies. This wasn’t good. Winthorp had a serious look and looked directly into my soul with those impossibly bright blue eyes. He then lightened up and asked how I’m liking my stay here so far. I told him it was good and then was asked why I’m keeping secrets then. My blood ran cold and I told him everyone has secrets.
He laughed and said that was a good answer, but then suddenly switched to bad cop. He slammed his hand in front of me and asked why we have been spying then. Sweat began dripping down my face. I told him I didn’t know what he was talking about. He switched to good cop and rubbed my cheek. He asked in a light tone if I think he’s stupid. I told him no and then he grabbed my face to look into his. He told me he doesn’t read minds, but he has ways of getting information. He then cupped his hand over my ear and I felt an intense pain with a loud white noise. He held the hair on my head so I couldn't move with his opposite hand and opened his other palm before me. The spider Siete put in my ear was standing in his palm. He asked again if I think he’s stupid. I told him no and the spider began floating. Her legs stretched out and one popped off. He made it so I could hear her scream.
I told him to stop and he asked again if I think he’s stupid. I yelled no again and he pulled out another from the spider. She was a child and I could hear her cry and scream in pain. He asked a third time and I switched my answer to hopefully get a better result. I said yes and then he set her on fire. A flame that burned, but didn’t cause fatal harm. A flame of pure pain and torture. Her screams were loud and filled with sadness and confusion. I begged him to stop, but he kept asking that same question over and over until she had no legs left. He then threw the burning legless spider in the corner. Her screams stopped when she had two legs left. I knew she was alive, but just broken in mind now. I told him I just wanted to leave and he grinned.
Honesty, is that so hard? Those words sent shivers down my spine. I told myself I can’t break. He asked what we were doing and I told him that I’m just trying to find a way out. The grin went back to a scowl. He touched his finger tip to mine and my right middle finger he touched began to burn. At first it dried up slowly and turned black. Then white and then began turning to dust from the tip down to the knuckle. He told me he doesn’t like torturing his tenants. He just wants us to live happily and comfortably. Winthorp then asked why I would want to leave. I have nothing out there and he knows that. I replied with a simple, fuck you.
He sighed in annoyance. I suddenly was completely frozen in place and was unmovable. He grabbed my left arm and began twisting. First my wrist snapped, then slowly up my forearm began breaking. After that he pushed my elbow opposite to where it’s supposed to bend and caused a compound fracture. I was then unfrozen and immediately cried out in pain. Winthorp grabbed the back of my neck so I could sit straight up and squeezed lightly. He told me he knows I’m up to something and to just tell him. If I tell him all this will be over, but I’d be putting my friends in danger worse than this. I answered with, you’re insane. He threw my head forward and it bounced off the table in front of me. I held my face with both hands and realized my arms are normal again.
Winthorp then grabbed the back of my head with his open palm gripping the back of my skull. He told me to spill my guts. Before I could say anything I started projectile vomiting hard. At first it was what I ate, then bile, blood and after my organs began coming out of my mouth as if I was still throwing them up. Every organ was ejected out of my mouth and he made sure I could feel it all. Every time I would start passing out from the pain he’d jerk my head and bring me back. My tongue was next to be forced out and then my teeth one by one uprooted themselves to join the rest on the table and floor. My skin began to melt off my flesh with my nose and ears. My skeleton from my neck down also decided to leave. It moved on its own and forced its way out and through my muscle tissue like it was trapped. Lastly he made my eyes pop out to view it all. This was nothing compared to when he made it all do it again in reverse and even slower.
Ever felt your skeleton crawl back into your flesh? I do. He made sure the nerves felt it all and that I wouldn’t lose consciousness for even a moment while my body slowly and painfully repaired itself. Once I was fully repaired he asked again what me and my friends were doing. I told him it was only me. He sat back in front of me and stared long and hard. I was shaking with fear as to what he was planning to do next. He reached out his index finger, placed it in the center of my forehead and pushed hard. When I turned back up I was no longer in the interrogation room. I was in my room. My childhood room. I looked down and saw my pajamas I haven’t worn since I was 6 years old. I felt wet and warm in my bed and began crying loudly. My parents entered my room to console me and told me I must’ve had a nightmare. I tried telling them about The Pandemonium Complex and Winthorp, but was too broken to explain and just babbled on like the crying child I was now.
They told me it was okay and that I could sleep in their room tonight. A few years went by and The Pandemonium Complex was nothing more than just a memory of a bad dream. When I was 9 I came back home from school to see my front door was open. I entered slowly and saw that my house was a wreck. Like a tornado or wild beast came through. I called out to my parents and siblings, but no one answered. I went to the hallway and saw a blood trail leading into each room. I passed my siblings rooms first and only saw blood leading to their closed closets. I was too afraid to open them. I went to my parents room and saw they were torn apart. Looks of horror were frozen on their faces. I heard something behind me coming from my siblings' rooms.
I ran to my parents window. I unlocked it and jumped out leaving my backpack behind. This isn’t right. I ran to the neighbors house and they called the police. I lived with my aunt and uncle after that. Then my grandparents. All met the same fate as my household. I was placed in foster care at 13. I began questioning my memories and what’s happening. None of this seemed right. At 14 I was adopted into an abusive household. My adopted mother only beat and yelled at me. My adopted father was worse and did unspeakable things. I ran away at the age of 16 and was homeless for a year. I then met the love of my life. Tanisha, she was perfect. Kind, loving, empathetic and an all around good person. We were together for 2 years before I met my best friend, Tate.
They helped me get back on track and made my past seem like a bad memory. I was 26 now and was married with 3 loving children. My best friend Tate had a family of his own and we were raising our kids together. Life was perfect. Then one day I came home from work. My front door was open and I knew it was over. I entered my home. My children were torn apart and thrown around my living room like ragdolls. I went into our room and saw that it was torn apart, but Tanisha wasn’t there. I ran out when I heard a familiar noise coming from the living room. I jumped out my window and started running towards Tate’s house. I kept trying to call my wife’s phone nonstop. No answer. When I got to Tate’s house I saw that his door was also open. I ran inside to see the same scene happen to his children.
I ran into Tate’s room and found him and…my wife. She must’ve tried running here when she found our kids, I thought. A small red light caught my attention in the debris. A camera that was recording. I played the tape back to see what happened. My wife was cheating on me with Tate. The camera was filled with different videos from long before today. I started the video from today to my dismay. They were in the middle of it when screams could be heard from the living room. I was so focused on what was going to happen that I didn’t notice the presence behind me. A scream broke the silence before I could see what entered the room and I turned to see Sarah, Tate’s wife screaming with horror at me. I tried calming her down and explain, but she had the police behind her already. I was arrested and was found guilty for murder.
They thought I killed them all because I found out they were cheating and also pinned the past murders on me since whatever kept happening is following me. I was thrown into a dark cold prison to live out my days in a hole. My days consisted of starving, being beaten and cold. I wanted to die. The death sentence was banned since I was a child, so all I could do was wait for death. One day, when I had given up, a few guards entered my room. I won’t say what happened, but it ended with them beating me nonstop until I couldn’t fight back. They didn’t stop beating me and when I was finally getting my wish of death I was sitting in a chair. I was in a small room with a man sitting across from me. A small bellhop wearing a straw boat hat. Winthorp. All my memories came flooding back. Memories of the past and now mixed and formed back into my hellish life.
Winthorp asked me again what we were planning. I looked him dead in the eye and just answered, I will kill you. A grin formed on his face again and he leaned in. How? He asked plain and simply. I knew I said too much again and just went silent. I don’t know how long I was there for. He made me live other hellish lives and tortured me over and over again in ways that would make the devil himself want to die. I never said another word. I could tell he was getting frustrated and was losing his cool. His methods started becoming sloppy and desperate. One of the benefits of being a basic mortal human is that we die very easily, so you could do whatever to us, but in the end they start getting very similar and I learned to get used to it. Once he realized he wasn’t getting anything out of me he threw me back into my room in the complex. I was thrown hard through the air and saw my furniture fly past me before I hit my wall hard. That’s when I just broke and just cried for hours.
I just needed to release. What I didn’t notice was Gunter was on the couch the whole time. He sat silently and just let me break. I think he knew I just needed to let it all out. I don’t know if he knew what I just went through, but he just started getting some fruit ready for me to eat when I’m ready. The small spider crawled out of my sleeve and ran to Siete under Gunter’s cornucopia. I slept for an unknown amount of time, but my body definitely needed it. When I woke up, I ate and Gunter asked me if I wanted to talk. I just asked how long I had been gone. He said Jim, Jon and I left just a few minutes before I was suddenly flying through my room from out of nowhere. He asked more directly as to what happened. I didn’t give him all the details, but now my mind is set. Winthorp and The Pandemonium Complex need to die.
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