Joann fabric locations
Flower Crowns
2014.07.24 23:26 eggpl4nt Flower Crowns
A subreddit for flower crowns, flower tiaras, flower kokoshniks, flower headwear. Crowns of flowers. For your pretty head.
2012.02.25 05:57 Tweed Cloth and Clothing
We've got a need for tweed. /Tweed is a community dedicated to celebrating Tweed cloth and clothing. From Harris to Donegal, from Gamekeepers to Thornproofers, tweed is a wonderful fabric.
2023.04.02 12:11 oliviajumba PlayCDU [Network][Modded] {Multi-Region}{NO Whitelist}{Dedicated Servers}{25+ Modpacks}
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About Our Community:
Craft Down Under is a gaming community that specializes in hosting and playing Minecraft modpacks. Our servers, located in Australia, the United States, and Europe, offer a wide variety of modpacks to suit different playstyles and preferences. We're dedicated to providing a welcoming environment for all players, regardless of their skill level, to come together and enjoy the unique experiences that modpacks provide. Join us today and see why Craft Down Under is the go-to destination for Minecraft modpack enthusiasts!Our Links:
- Website: craftdownunder.co
- Forum: forum.playcdu.co
- Discord: discord.gg/playcdu
Come play (US):
All versions are accurate as of the time this post was made, for an up to date version, please visit our Discord| Server | Version | IP |
|---|---|---|
| Medieval MC [Fabric] 1.19 | v19.5 | mcf.playcdu.co |
| All The Mods 7 | 0.4.34 | atm7.playcdu.co |
| All The Mods 7 - To The Sky | 1.2.2 | atm7sky.us.playcdu.co |
| Vault Hunters 3rd Edition | 8.0.3 | vh.us.playcdu.co |
| Vault Hunters 3rd Edition (HARD) | 8.0.3 | vh2.us.playcdu.co |
| Better MC [Fabric] 1.19 | v16.5 | bmf.playcdu.co |
| FTB Inferno | 1.5.0 | inf.playcdu.co |
| DawnCraft | 1.9 | rl.playcdu.co |
| FTB StoneBlock 3 | 1.6.1 | sb3.us.playcdu.co |
| Inclusive | 1.1.1 | inc.playcdu.co |
| Ragnamod VI - In The Sky | 6.0.4 | r6s.playcdu.co |
| All of Fabric 6 | 1.4.4 | aof6.playcdu.co |
| Create: Astral | 2.0.3b | ca.playcdu.co |
Come play (EU):
All versions are accurate as of the time this post was made, for an up to date version, please visit our Discord| Server | Version | IP |
|---|---|---|
| Fantasy Realm | 7 | fr.playcdu.co |
Come play (AU):
All versions are accurate as of the time this post was made, for an up to date version, please visit our Discord| Server | Version | IP |
|---|---|---|
| Direwolf20 1.19 | 1.3.2 | dw20.playcdu.co |
| All The Mods 8 | 1.0.14 | atm8.playcdu.co |
| Roguelike Adventures and Dungeons 2 | 1.1 | r2.playcdu.co |
| FTB Plexiglass Mountain | 1.2.3 | pm.playcdu.co |
| Techopolis (Skyblock) | 2.0 | top.playcdu.co |
| Engineer's Life 2 | 1.17 | el2.playcdu.co |
| OccultCraft | 5.6 | oc.playcdu.co |
| Vault Hunters 3rd Edition | 8.0.3 | vh.au.playcdu.co |
| Vault Hunters 3rd Edition (HARD) | 8.0.3 | vh2.au.playcdu.co |
| Better Minecraft [PLUS] | v41 | bmc.playcdu.co |
| Dungeons, Dragons & Space Shuttles | V8.0_R1 | ddss.playcdu.co |
| Divine Journey 2 | 2.15.0 | dj2.playcdu.co |
| Ragnamod VI | 6.1.10 | rm.playcdu.co |
| CraftDownUnder | 4.1 | cdu.playcdu.co |
| SkyFactory 4 | 4.2.4 | sf4.playcdu.co |
| Ragnamod VI | 6.1.10 | rm.playcdu.co |
| FTB StoneBlock 3 | 1.6.1 | sb3.au.playcdu.co |
| Enigmatica 6: Expert | 1.7.1 | e6e.playcdu.co |
| All The Mods - Gravtitas | 1.7 | atmg.playcdu.co |
| World of Dragons - A New Age | 3.3.52 | wd.playcdu.co |
| Strictly Medieval 2 | 14 | sm2.playcdu.co |
Key Features:
- Multiple Locations: We are currently hosting our servers in 3 locations: Australia, USA and Europe (Netherlands). This allows players, no matter where they are from, to play on our servers with minimal ping.
- Always Online: Our dedicated servers are online 24/7 so you can play whenever you like!
- Chat Synchronisation (SB3, VH 1.18): Global chat between our AU and US servers are synchronised so you can talk to players on either server. Discord chat integration is also available on all servers.
- Playtime rewards: Get rewarded for playing on our servers! Earn special rewards as you play on our servers, the more you play, the more rewards!
- Regular Backups: All our servers are backed up regularly to ensure maximum reliability and stability
- Voting: Vote for our servers to receive rewards! Make sure you are in-game when you vote to receive the rewards. Vote links can be found here: https://playcdu.co/vote
2023.04.02 12:09 lahanastasia [MD] Feel like my PTO is being stolen
I’m a full-time employee at Joann Fabrics in Maryland. My manager started implementing this new thing where even if we’re only scheduled to work 32 hours a week, she puts it in the system as 40 hours of PTO used. Her reasoning being “you’re a full time employee so they want me to use 40 hours even during the slow season where I only schedule you for 32 hours”…
It feels scummy and illegal. I’ve been spending the past 2 hours trying to find info relating to this experience with no avail. Anyone have any advice?
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It feels scummy and illegal. I’ve been spending the past 2 hours trying to find info relating to this experience with no avail. Anyone have any advice?
2023.04.02 12:09 oliviajumba PlayCDU [Network][Modded] {Multi-Region}{NO Whitelist}{Dedicated Servers}{25+ Modpacks}
About Our Community:
Craft Down Under is a gaming community that specializes in hosting and playing Minecraft modpacks. Our servers, located in Australia, the United States, and Europe, offer a wide variety of modpacks to suit different playstyles and preferences. We're dedicated to providing a welcoming environment for all players, regardless of their skill level, to come together and enjoy the unique experiences that modpacks provide. Join us today and see why Craft Down Under is the go-to destination for Minecraft modpack enthusiasts!Our Links:
- Website: craftdownunder.co
- Forum: forum.playcdu.co
- Discord: discord.gg/playcdu
Come play (US):
All versions are accurate as of the time this post was made, for an up to date version, please visit our Discord| Server | Version | IP |
|---|---|---|
| Medieval MC [Fabric] 1.19 | v19.5 | mcf.playcdu.co |
| All The Mods 7 | 0.4.34 | atm7.playcdu.co |
| All The Mods 7 - To The Sky | 1.2.2 | atm7sky.us.playcdu.co |
| Vault Hunters 3rd Edition | 8.0.3 | vh.us.playcdu.co |
| Vault Hunters 3rd Edition (HARD) | 8.0.3 | vh2.us.playcdu.co |
| Better MC [Fabric] 1.19 | v16.5 | bmf.playcdu.co |
| FTB Inferno | 1.5.0 | inf.playcdu.co |
| DawnCraft | 1.9 | rl.playcdu.co |
| FTB StoneBlock 3 | 1.6.1 | sb3.us.playcdu.co |
| Inclusive | 1.1.1 | inc.playcdu.co |
| Ragnamod VI - In The Sky | 6.0.4 | r6s.playcdu.co |
| All of Fabric 6 | 1.4.4 | aof6.playcdu.co |
| Create: Astral | 2.0.3b | ca.playcdu.co |
Come play (EU):
All versions are accurate as of the time this post was made, for an up to date version, please visit our Discord| Server | Version | IP |
|---|---|---|
| Fantasy Realm | 7 | fr.playcdu.co |
Come play (AU):
All versions are accurate as of the time this post was made, for an up to date version, please visit our Discord| Server | Version | IP |
|---|---|---|
| Direwolf20 1.19 | 1.3.2 | dw20.playcdu.co |
| All The Mods 8 | 1.0.14 | atm8.playcdu.co |
| Roguelike Adventures and Dungeons 2 | 1.1 | r2.playcdu.co |
| FTB Plexiglass Mountain | 1.2.3 | pm.playcdu.co |
| Techopolis (Skyblock) | 2.0 | top.playcdu.co |
| Engineer's Life 2 | 1.17 | el2.playcdu.co |
| OccultCraft | 5.6 | oc.playcdu.co |
| Vault Hunters 3rd Edition | 8.0.3 | vh.au.playcdu.co |
| Vault Hunters 3rd Edition (HARD) | 8.0.3 | vh2.au.playcdu.co |
| Better Minecraft [PLUS] | v41 | bmc.playcdu.co |
| Dungeons, Dragons & Space Shuttles | V8.0_R1 | ddss.playcdu.co |
| Divine Journey 2 | 2.15.0 | dj2.playcdu.co |
| Ragnamod VI | 6.1.10 | rm.playcdu.co |
| CraftDownUnder | 4.1 | cdu.playcdu.co |
| SkyFactory 4 | 4.2.4 | sf4.playcdu.co |
| Ragnamod VI | 6.1.10 | rm.playcdu.co |
| FTB StoneBlock 3 | 1.6.1 | sb3.au.playcdu.co |
| Enigmatica 6: Expert | 1.7.1 | e6e.playcdu.co |
| All The Mods - Gravtitas | 1.7 | atmg.playcdu.co |
| World of Dragons - A New Age | 3.3.52 | wd.playcdu.co |
| Strictly Medieval 2 | 14 | sm2.playcdu.co |
Key Features:
- Multiple Locations: We are currently hosting our servers in 3 locations: Australia, USA and Europe (Netherlands). This allows players, no matter where they are from, to play on our servers with minimal ping.
- Always Online: Our dedicated servers are online 24/7 so you can play whenever you like!
- Chat Synchronisation (SB3, VH 1.18): Global chat between our AU and US servers are synchronised so you can talk to players on either server. Discord chat integration is also available on all servers.
- Playtime rewards: Get rewarded for playing on our servers! Earn special rewards as you play on our servers, the more you play, the more rewards!
- Regular Backups: All our servers are backed up regularly to ensure maximum reliability and stability
- Voting: Vote for our servers to receive rewards! Make sure you are in-game when you vote to receive the rewards. Vote links can be found here: https://playcdu.co/vote
2023.04.02 12:07 oliviajumba PlayCDU [Network] {Multi-Region}{NO Whitelist}{Dedicated Servers}{25+ Modpacks}
About Our Community:
Craft Down Under is a gaming community that specializes in hosting and playing Minecraft modpacks. Our servers, located in Australia, the United States, and Europe, offer a wide variety of modpacks to suit different playstyles and preferences. We're dedicated to providing a welcoming environment for all players, regardless of their skill level, to come together and enjoy the unique experiences that modpacks provide. Join us today and see why Craft Down Under is the go-to destination for Minecraft modpack enthusiasts!Our Links:
- Website: craftdownunder.co
- Forum: forum.playcdu.co
- Discord: discord.gg/playcdu
Come play (US):
All versions are accurate as of the time this post was made, for an up to date version, please visit our Discord| Server | Version | IP |
|---|---|---|
| Medieval MC [Fabric] 1.19 | v19.5 | mcf.playcdu.co |
| All The Mods 7 | 0.4.34 | atm7.playcdu.co |
| All The Mods 7 - To The Sky | 1.2.2 | atm7sky.us.playcdu.co |
| Vault Hunters 3rd Edition | 8.0.3 | vh.us.playcdu.co |
| Vault Hunters 3rd Edition (HARD) | 8.0.3 | vh2.us.playcdu.co |
| Better MC [Fabric] 1.19 | v16.5 | bmf.playcdu.co |
| FTB Inferno | 1.5.0 | inf.playcdu.co |
| DawnCraft | 1.9 | rl.playcdu.co |
| FTB StoneBlock 3 | 1.6.1 | sb3.us.playcdu.co |
| Inclusive | 1.1.1 | inc.playcdu.co |
| Ragnamod VI - In The Sky | 6.0.4 | r6s.playcdu.co |
| All of Fabric 6 | 1.4.4 | aof6.playcdu.co |
| Create: Astral | 2.0.3b | ca.playcdu.co |
Come play (EU):
All versions are accurate as of the time this post was made, for an up to date version, please visit our Discord| Server | Version | IP |
|---|---|---|
| Fantasy Realm | 7 | fr.playcdu.co |
Come play (AU):
All versions are accurate as of the time this post was made, for an up to date version, please visit our Discord| Server | Version | IP |
|---|---|---|
| Direwolf20 1.19 | 1.3.2 | dw20.playcdu.co |
| All The Mods 8 | 1.0.14 | atm8.playcdu.co |
| Roguelike Adventures and Dungeons 2 | 1.1 | r2.playcdu.co |
| FTB Plexiglass Mountain | 1.2.3 | pm.playcdu.co |
| Techopolis (Skyblock) | 2.0 | top.playcdu.co |
| Engineer's Life 2 | 1.17 | el2.playcdu.co |
| OccultCraft | 5.6 | oc.playcdu.co |
| Vault Hunters 3rd Edition | 8.0.3 | vh.au.playcdu.co |
| Vault Hunters 3rd Edition (HARD) | 8.0.3 | vh2.au.playcdu.co |
| Better Minecraft [PLUS] | v41 | bmc.playcdu.co |
| Dungeons, Dragons & Space Shuttles | V8.0_R1 | ddss.playcdu.co |
| Divine Journey 2 | 2.15.0 | dj2.playcdu.co |
| Ragnamod VI | 6.1.10 | rm.playcdu.co |
| CraftDownUnder | 4.1 | cdu.playcdu.co |
| SkyFactory 4 | 4.2.4 | sf4.playcdu.co |
| Ragnamod VI | 6.1.10 | rm.playcdu.co |
| FTB StoneBlock 3 | 1.6.1 | sb3.au.playcdu.co |
| Enigmatica 6: Expert | 1.7.1 | e6e.playcdu.co |
| All The Mods - Gravtitas | 1.7 | atmg.playcdu.co |
| World of Dragons - A New Age | 3.3.52 | wd.playcdu.co |
| Strictly Medieval 2 | 14 | sm2.playcdu.co |
Key Features:
- Multiple Locations: We are currently hosting our servers in 3 locations: Australia, USA and Europe (Netherlands). This allows players, no matter where they are from, to play on our servers with minimal ping.
- Always Online: Our dedicated servers are online 24/7 so you can play whenever you like!
- Chat Synchronisation (SB3, VH 1.18): Global chat between our AU and US servers are synchronised so you can talk to players on either server. Discord chat integration is also available on all servers.
- Playtime rewards: Get rewarded for playing on our servers! Earn special rewards as you play on our servers, the more you play, the more rewards!
- Regular Backups: All our servers are backed up regularly to ensure maximum reliability and stability
- Voting: Vote for our servers to receive rewards! Make sure you are in-game when you vote to receive the rewards. Vote links can be found here: https://playcdu.co/vote
2023.04.02 11:00 AutoModerator r/engineering's Q2 2023 Hiring Thread for Engineering Professionals
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2023.04.02 07:14 Ford9863 [WP] Fighting the Dead
Image Prompt
Zeke leaned back against a tree, trying to catch his breath through hushed gasps. Something warm spread at his side. With a shaky hand, he found a would just above his hip—it bled more than he’d like but didn’t hurt. Not too deep, then.
The pounding in his ears drowned out the sounds of the forest around him. So he held his breath, hoping it might steady his heart long enough to regain his focus. The pounding softened. What replaced it, though, was the sound of clanking metal and uneven steps along the wooded floor.
He shifted his gaze to the right, searching for Elias. Always stay close, he heard in the back of his mind. Separation is certain death in the Hollow.
“Fucking hell,” he mumbled, unable to locate his partner among the sea of brown and green. He pulled his hand away from his hip, wiping the blood against his armor. Red smeared across silver, his glove soaked through. With a dissatisfied grunt, he raised the glove to his lips. A metallic taste kissed his lips as he bit down on the fabric and pulled his hand free.
Behind him, the clanking drew nearer. A soft, wheezing growl sounded in sync with arhythmic steps. He took several quick, shallow breaths and gripped his sword with both hands. Then he let out a long, violent scream and leaped from behind his hiding spot.
The creature’s skeletal face locked onto Zeke. Its jaw fell open so wide he thought it might detach—then it let out a piercing shriek and lunged. Sharpened bones poked through its fingertips, ready to tear into whatever flesh it could get ahold of.
Zeke swung his sword with everything he had. It collided with the undead’s arm just below the shoulder. Bone cracked. Armer screamed as his sword scraped against it. And then an arm fell to the ground with a soft thud.
The creature reared back, then lunged forward with its remaining arm. Zeke swung his sword upward just in time to keep the claws from sinking into his cheek but lost his grip in the process. The sword fell to the ground as the undead regained its balance for another attack.
Zeke threw his right foot forward, kicking the creature square in the chest. It stumbled backward, surprisingly staying on its feet. The move bought him enough time to retrieve his sword. As the undead lunged yet again, he lifted his blade and sent it straight through its neck.
It snapped its teeth and growled, its one arm reaching out for Zeke’s flesh. He twisted the blade, grunting with the effort, and moved it until the creature’s head separated from its body. Only then did it finally fall do the dirt.
Before Zeke could bask in his victory, he saw another emerge from deeper within the forest. He took a step forward, lifted his sword, and crumbled at a sudden sharp pain in his leg.
He looked down and saw the creature’s claw dug into his ankle. The second undead stumbled through the forest, biting at the air in anticipation of its wounded prize. Zeke pulled a dagger from his hip and began to pry the undead claw from his flesh, blood pouring from each wound into the dirt below.
Once free, he tried to stand but fell at the slightest attempt of putting weight on his left side. His ankle was ruined.
“Gods be damned,” he muttered, rising to one knee. He held his sword at his side, ready to strike the second beast as soon as it closed the distance between them.
“You may take me,” he said, “but I’m taking you with me.”
It nearly tripped on a log but managed to stay on its decaying feet as it ran toward him. Branches crunched beneath it. A wheeze that sounded suspiciously like a laugh escaped its chest.
And then, when it was nearly upon him, a flash of silver appeared from its left and lopped its head off in one fluid motion. Its body fell harmlessly to the ground; its head rolled to Zeke’s side, the jaw snapping one last time as it stared up at him with fiery eyes.
Elias turned and smiled, sliding his sword back into its sheath.
“I had him,” Zeke said, letting himself fall to a sitting position.
Elias laughed. “Yeah, yeah, I bet you did.” He stepped closer, eyeing the blood covering Zeke’s armor in multiple spots.
“Gods,” he said, “they really did a number on you.”
“Nothing a few pints won’t fix,” Zeke said. He cut a piece of cloth from his shirt and wrapped it tight around his ankle, wincing at the pain. His adrenaline was fading; the wound on his side began to remind him it was there.
Elias chuckled. “Not sure Luke is going to let you drink with that many holes in you, but I’d love to see you try ‘n convince him anyway.” He crouched down, pulling Zeke’s arm across his shoulders.
“Least we cleared a couple of these bastards,” Zeke said. “Hopefully they stay gone a little longer this time.”
“Aye,” Elias agreed, lifting Zeke to his feet. “And this time the whole town’s gonna suddenly appreciate the work we do and double our wages.”
“Hey, if the dead can rise, anything is possible.”
Elias shifted his weight, finding a decent enough balance to sync up with Zeke’s hops. “You know, if you wanted me to carry you back you could’ve just asked. Didn’t need to go gettin’ your foot half-severed.”
“Oh, quite the jokester today, aren’t you? I don’t recall giving you such a hard time when that lake ghoul put an extra bend in your knees.”
“Hey, that was different,” Elias said with a shudder.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m sure it was.”
They limped on through the forest, trading insults and jokes, leaving a trail of blood in the dirt behind them.
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The pounding in his ears drowned out the sounds of the forest around him. So he held his breath, hoping it might steady his heart long enough to regain his focus. The pounding softened. What replaced it, though, was the sound of clanking metal and uneven steps along the wooded floor.
He shifted his gaze to the right, searching for Elias. Always stay close, he heard in the back of his mind. Separation is certain death in the Hollow.
“Fucking hell,” he mumbled, unable to locate his partner among the sea of brown and green. He pulled his hand away from his hip, wiping the blood against his armor. Red smeared across silver, his glove soaked through. With a dissatisfied grunt, he raised the glove to his lips. A metallic taste kissed his lips as he bit down on the fabric and pulled his hand free.
Behind him, the clanking drew nearer. A soft, wheezing growl sounded in sync with arhythmic steps. He took several quick, shallow breaths and gripped his sword with both hands. Then he let out a long, violent scream and leaped from behind his hiding spot.
The creature’s skeletal face locked onto Zeke. Its jaw fell open so wide he thought it might detach—then it let out a piercing shriek and lunged. Sharpened bones poked through its fingertips, ready to tear into whatever flesh it could get ahold of.
Zeke swung his sword with everything he had. It collided with the undead’s arm just below the shoulder. Bone cracked. Armer screamed as his sword scraped against it. And then an arm fell to the ground with a soft thud.
The creature reared back, then lunged forward with its remaining arm. Zeke swung his sword upward just in time to keep the claws from sinking into his cheek but lost his grip in the process. The sword fell to the ground as the undead regained its balance for another attack.
Zeke threw his right foot forward, kicking the creature square in the chest. It stumbled backward, surprisingly staying on its feet. The move bought him enough time to retrieve his sword. As the undead lunged yet again, he lifted his blade and sent it straight through its neck.
It snapped its teeth and growled, its one arm reaching out for Zeke’s flesh. He twisted the blade, grunting with the effort, and moved it until the creature’s head separated from its body. Only then did it finally fall do the dirt.
Before Zeke could bask in his victory, he saw another emerge from deeper within the forest. He took a step forward, lifted his sword, and crumbled at a sudden sharp pain in his leg.
He looked down and saw the creature’s claw dug into his ankle. The second undead stumbled through the forest, biting at the air in anticipation of its wounded prize. Zeke pulled a dagger from his hip and began to pry the undead claw from his flesh, blood pouring from each wound into the dirt below.
Once free, he tried to stand but fell at the slightest attempt of putting weight on his left side. His ankle was ruined.
“Gods be damned,” he muttered, rising to one knee. He held his sword at his side, ready to strike the second beast as soon as it closed the distance between them.
“You may take me,” he said, “but I’m taking you with me.”
It nearly tripped on a log but managed to stay on its decaying feet as it ran toward him. Branches crunched beneath it. A wheeze that sounded suspiciously like a laugh escaped its chest.
And then, when it was nearly upon him, a flash of silver appeared from its left and lopped its head off in one fluid motion. Its body fell harmlessly to the ground; its head rolled to Zeke’s side, the jaw snapping one last time as it stared up at him with fiery eyes.
Elias turned and smiled, sliding his sword back into its sheath.
“I had him,” Zeke said, letting himself fall to a sitting position.
Elias laughed. “Yeah, yeah, I bet you did.” He stepped closer, eyeing the blood covering Zeke’s armor in multiple spots.
“Gods,” he said, “they really did a number on you.”
“Nothing a few pints won’t fix,” Zeke said. He cut a piece of cloth from his shirt and wrapped it tight around his ankle, wincing at the pain. His adrenaline was fading; the wound on his side began to remind him it was there.
Elias chuckled. “Not sure Luke is going to let you drink with that many holes in you, but I’d love to see you try ‘n convince him anyway.” He crouched down, pulling Zeke’s arm across his shoulders.
“Least we cleared a couple of these bastards,” Zeke said. “Hopefully they stay gone a little longer this time.”
“Aye,” Elias agreed, lifting Zeke to his feet. “And this time the whole town’s gonna suddenly appreciate the work we do and double our wages.”
“Hey, if the dead can rise, anything is possible.”
Elias shifted his weight, finding a decent enough balance to sync up with Zeke’s hops. “You know, if you wanted me to carry you back you could’ve just asked. Didn’t need to go gettin’ your foot half-severed.”
“Oh, quite the jokester today, aren’t you? I don’t recall giving you such a hard time when that lake ghoul put an extra bend in your knees.”
“Hey, that was different,” Elias said with a shudder.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m sure it was.”
They limped on through the forest, trading insults and jokes, leaving a trail of blood in the dirt behind them.
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2023.04.02 02:21 Snudwoner No Easy Going, Chapter 3
Saila Cavara, Shipmistress of Exploratory Vessel CX-13
My time in the oblivion of sleep came to an end suddenly, and I awoke nestled in my cot, the blankets and sheets forming a warm, protective cocoon around me. I rubbed the gunk out from the corner of my eyes, and threw off the bed linens, my body offering a moment’s complaint about being ripped from its previous warmth, but it quickly fell into line with my will. The claws of my feet clicked on the polymer floor, as I rose and stretched my muscles. A faint odor hit my nostrils, and I quickly realized that it was me. Making my way to my personal washroom, I bathed, and let the warm, soapy water run down my body, reminding me about the comfort of the cot I had left. After drying off, a little bit of moisture remained in my fur, but that would dry out later.
I made sure to shine all the buttons on my uniform, paying the utmost attention to every small detail and crease in the luxurious fabric. Today was the day we would rendezvous with SE-89, the vessel that would enable us to get closer to the planet, and explore it in earnest, not just from afar. Gazing out my cabin’s viewport, I squinted against the starry backdrop of the cosmos, trying to fulfill that childish desire of mine to spot the science vessel approaching in the distance. I was only met with my deep amethyst eyes, and pulled away from the glass, only an oily nose print marking my presence there. I made my way to the bridge
“Shipmistress, Hail!” My Lieutenant shouted, offering a salute.
“Hail!” Came my response. “You are dismissed, Lieutenant.”
“Shipmistress.” My XO slinked out of the bridge, leaving me and my subservient officers alone. I took my seat in the command chair, and turned toward my communications officer.
“Is SE-89 in communications range yet?”
“They should be, Shipmistress.”
“Hail them.”
“Aye.”
A sharp trill rang throughout the bridge, as the monitor rose up from its recess. The screen glowed blue, and I was met with the face of SE-89’s Shipmaster. It was loathing at first sight.
The scraggly beast that was an insult to all San'Tari kind adorned his sickly gray pelt with a blue scientific uniform. The insignia on his chest immediately told me that he was to be my new immediate superior. A piece of one of his ears appeared to be absent from its place, scar tissue assuming its previous position. A nasty scar covered his right eye, trailing down to about halfway on his snout, and by the glassines of the watery blue iris, I could tell he was half blind. To speak, he opened his maw, and at least two of his teeth were absent from the gums.
“Shipmistress of CX-13, I am Shipmaster Torvan Nikolsim, of SE-89. We are here for rendezvous.”
I swallowed, my hand reaching up to scratch at the side of my snout. I definitely didn’t like Torvan’s voice. It sounded like someone was dragging a needle across my eardrums.
“A-affirmative, SE-89. You have docking permission. I shall meet you at the airlock.”
I don’t want to, though, I thought as the transmission ended. A warm and wet sensation met my fingertips, and I looked, and saw blood. I had been scratching at my snout so hard that I had drawn blood.
“Communications, contact expedition command and inform them of SE-89’s successful arrival.”
“Aye shipmistress.”
At that, I got up from my seat and exited the bridge. I twisted and turned down CX-13’s corridors, making my way to the small shuttle hangar located toward the back of the ship. My Lieutenant, Kalvrak Nijem sprinted up beside me, his claws making a heavier tread than mine.
“Shipmistress, are you alright?” Nijem said, “The side of your snout is bleeding.”
“What? Oh, this?” I gestured to the droplets of blood adorning what scarce fur I had left on the side of my face that was constantly being scratched at.
“You’re scratching again.” “I’m always scratching my snout, I can’t help it.”
“I’m just saying, it’s not the most attractive thing, I mean, your snout is half bald!”
“Attractive, Lieutenant?” I said, reminding Nijem of his place.
Nijem didn’t say anything, instead opening the shuttle hangar door. We walked into the cavernous space, and waited for Nikolsim’s shuttle to dock with us. A small gray vehicle glided through the atmosphere retention field, the blue bubble distorting itself and crackling in protest at its continuity being disrupted by the shuttle. The hangar doors slid closed behind the vehicle, and the hangar was filled with the sound of whooshing and thrumming from the shuttle’s ion engines. The vehicle touched down on the hangar floor, and a pair of crewmembers rushed to hook the shuttle up to a fuel line.
The access ramp to the shuttle unfurled itself from the vehicle’s rear, and the crewmen offered a salute. One gray clawed foot stepped off of the vehicle, and then another. My eyes traced up the blue-uniformed form, and was met with Shipmaster Nikolsim’s scraggly visage. He looked around the hangar, and stepped off the shuttle, onto my ship. His gaze turned to meet mine, and I felt an icy sensation creep down my spine.
“Shipmistress, a pleasure to meet you in the flesh.”
I fought back the lump growing in my pharynx.
“Likewise, Shipmaster.” I mustered, my tail rigid behind me. Something about Nikolsim sent alarm bells ringing in my head. Was it that weird, watery gray of his irises? The jagged scar running down his face? His scraggly fur, in that ugly gray color?
“I feel that an introduction to your scientific department is in order, Shipmistress… I don’t believe I got your name, Shipmistress. Apologies for my ignorance on the matter.”
“S-Saila. Saila Cavara.”
“Cavara… The only other member of a pack named Cavara I know would be Grenet Cavara, Fleetmaster of the Third Armada. Would you happen to be his… daughter? I know he spoke very fondly of such a child when I received my assignment.”
A spark lit in my brain, I could use my father’s position as leverage, maybe to get a new scientific vessel assigned to this exploration! And get Nikolsim off of my ship. I thought.
“Yes, I am the Fleetmaster’s daughter. What is that to you?” I spat, a new air of confidence bashing away the tightness in my throat.
“Oh, it’s nothing,” Nikolsim said, shifting on his footing, his tail swishing disinterestedly behind him. “I’m just curious, that’s all. So, how about that scientific department meeting?”
My ear flicked. “Of course, Shipmaster,” I forced out, “If you would follow me to my conference room.”
“With pleasure, Shipmistress.”
—----
The meeting in the conference room went surprisingly well. Nikolsim spoke with a slick charisma and passion about exploration. I could tell the more science oriented staff present loved the Shipmaster immediately after he first opened his mouth. By the end of the day, our pair of ships would begin to move into close orbit to the strange planet, to where we would be able to properly survey the surface, without losing any more drones. In addition, we would send a formal landing party within a few days, and make landfall on the planet. Even I found myself enthralled by the scraggly Shipmaster’s way with words. Perhaps I was merely taken aback by my initial impression of him.
Upon leaving the conference room, I returned to the bridge, and Nikolsim boarded his shuttle and left my ship. Even if he spoke with such welcoming and warm charisma, I still couldn’t help but to feel a sense of relief as his shuttle passed back through the atmospheric retention field.
“Navigation, commence the predetermined maneuver with SE-89.”
“Aye, Shipmistress.”
I felt my gut roiling as the inertial dampeners kicked in. My ship’s hull groaned as we initiated the turn. Through my nauseated haze, I could see that little blue dot of a world growing larger as CX-13 continued its transit. With the worst of the maneuver over, my nausea dissipated. I relaxed my grip on my seat’s armrests, and sat back in the chair.
“Shipmistress, we will enter orbit in 15 minutes.”
“Understood, navigation.”
It was quiet as the bridge crew continued to orchestrate our ship’s entrance into planetary orbit. I could feel the seconds passing by, an agonizing sense of anticipation growing in my gut as we got closer and closer still.
“Shipmistress! Multiple orbital contacts!” shouted my radar officer as proximity alarms began to sound.
“Radar, report!” “Multiple metallic objects have been sighted, Shipmistress. They have assumed some sort of net pattern in the planet’s orbit.”
“Are they a threat?”
“I don’t know, Shipmistress. They aren’t moving, they seem to just be passively floating around?”
“Was that a question or an answer, radar?”
“An answer, Shipmistress. The objects aren’t moving.”
“Zoom in on… that one, over there.” I gestured in the direction of one of the small gray shapes filling the viewport. The screen rose from its little hidey-hole again, and I saw… what?
It was a little silvery box with a white half dome protruding from one end. The box had two blue rectangular panels outstretched like the wings of a Kolak hawk. I wasn’t sure what I was looking at. I reached out for the communications button next to me, and I hailed Torvan.
“I see it too, Shipmistress” Came his raspy voice.
“Do you have any idea what it could be? My scientific department is at a loss.”
“Nothing on my end, either.”
Well, that made two of us.
“Should we… collect it?” Torvan suggested.
“What if it’s an explosive?” I replied.
“What dumb animal would utilize orbital explosives?”
“I don’t know! I’m as dumbfounded as you! Can we at least concur that it’s artificial in origin?”
“Yes. Why are we even arguing about this? Should we just proceed to the planet’s surface? I can shuttle a landing party within the hour,” Torvan said. “You would have the honor of joining the party, and be among the first San’tari to step on another world, Shipmistress.”
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My time in the oblivion of sleep came to an end suddenly, and I awoke nestled in my cot, the blankets and sheets forming a warm, protective cocoon around me. I rubbed the gunk out from the corner of my eyes, and threw off the bed linens, my body offering a moment’s complaint about being ripped from its previous warmth, but it quickly fell into line with my will. The claws of my feet clicked on the polymer floor, as I rose and stretched my muscles. A faint odor hit my nostrils, and I quickly realized that it was me. Making my way to my personal washroom, I bathed, and let the warm, soapy water run down my body, reminding me about the comfort of the cot I had left. After drying off, a little bit of moisture remained in my fur, but that would dry out later.
I made sure to shine all the buttons on my uniform, paying the utmost attention to every small detail and crease in the luxurious fabric. Today was the day we would rendezvous with SE-89, the vessel that would enable us to get closer to the planet, and explore it in earnest, not just from afar. Gazing out my cabin’s viewport, I squinted against the starry backdrop of the cosmos, trying to fulfill that childish desire of mine to spot the science vessel approaching in the distance. I was only met with my deep amethyst eyes, and pulled away from the glass, only an oily nose print marking my presence there. I made my way to the bridge
“Shipmistress, Hail!” My Lieutenant shouted, offering a salute.
“Hail!” Came my response. “You are dismissed, Lieutenant.”
“Shipmistress.” My XO slinked out of the bridge, leaving me and my subservient officers alone. I took my seat in the command chair, and turned toward my communications officer.
“Is SE-89 in communications range yet?”
“They should be, Shipmistress.”
“Hail them.”
“Aye.”
A sharp trill rang throughout the bridge, as the monitor rose up from its recess. The screen glowed blue, and I was met with the face of SE-89’s Shipmaster. It was loathing at first sight.
The scraggly beast that was an insult to all San'Tari kind adorned his sickly gray pelt with a blue scientific uniform. The insignia on his chest immediately told me that he was to be my new immediate superior. A piece of one of his ears appeared to be absent from its place, scar tissue assuming its previous position. A nasty scar covered his right eye, trailing down to about halfway on his snout, and by the glassines of the watery blue iris, I could tell he was half blind. To speak, he opened his maw, and at least two of his teeth were absent from the gums.
“Shipmistress of CX-13, I am Shipmaster Torvan Nikolsim, of SE-89. We are here for rendezvous.”
I swallowed, my hand reaching up to scratch at the side of my snout. I definitely didn’t like Torvan’s voice. It sounded like someone was dragging a needle across my eardrums.
“A-affirmative, SE-89. You have docking permission. I shall meet you at the airlock.”
I don’t want to, though, I thought as the transmission ended. A warm and wet sensation met my fingertips, and I looked, and saw blood. I had been scratching at my snout so hard that I had drawn blood.
“Communications, contact expedition command and inform them of SE-89’s successful arrival.”
“Aye shipmistress.”
At that, I got up from my seat and exited the bridge. I twisted and turned down CX-13’s corridors, making my way to the small shuttle hangar located toward the back of the ship. My Lieutenant, Kalvrak Nijem sprinted up beside me, his claws making a heavier tread than mine.
“Shipmistress, are you alright?” Nijem said, “The side of your snout is bleeding.”
“What? Oh, this?” I gestured to the droplets of blood adorning what scarce fur I had left on the side of my face that was constantly being scratched at.
“You’re scratching again.” “I’m always scratching my snout, I can’t help it.”
“I’m just saying, it’s not the most attractive thing, I mean, your snout is half bald!”
“Attractive, Lieutenant?” I said, reminding Nijem of his place.
Nijem didn’t say anything, instead opening the shuttle hangar door. We walked into the cavernous space, and waited for Nikolsim’s shuttle to dock with us. A small gray vehicle glided through the atmosphere retention field, the blue bubble distorting itself and crackling in protest at its continuity being disrupted by the shuttle. The hangar doors slid closed behind the vehicle, and the hangar was filled with the sound of whooshing and thrumming from the shuttle’s ion engines. The vehicle touched down on the hangar floor, and a pair of crewmembers rushed to hook the shuttle up to a fuel line.
The access ramp to the shuttle unfurled itself from the vehicle’s rear, and the crewmen offered a salute. One gray clawed foot stepped off of the vehicle, and then another. My eyes traced up the blue-uniformed form, and was met with Shipmaster Nikolsim’s scraggly visage. He looked around the hangar, and stepped off the shuttle, onto my ship. His gaze turned to meet mine, and I felt an icy sensation creep down my spine.
“Shipmistress, a pleasure to meet you in the flesh.”
I fought back the lump growing in my pharynx.
“Likewise, Shipmaster.” I mustered, my tail rigid behind me. Something about Nikolsim sent alarm bells ringing in my head. Was it that weird, watery gray of his irises? The jagged scar running down his face? His scraggly fur, in that ugly gray color?
“I feel that an introduction to your scientific department is in order, Shipmistress… I don’t believe I got your name, Shipmistress. Apologies for my ignorance on the matter.”
“S-Saila. Saila Cavara.”
“Cavara… The only other member of a pack named Cavara I know would be Grenet Cavara, Fleetmaster of the Third Armada. Would you happen to be his… daughter? I know he spoke very fondly of such a child when I received my assignment.”
A spark lit in my brain, I could use my father’s position as leverage, maybe to get a new scientific vessel assigned to this exploration! And get Nikolsim off of my ship. I thought.
“Yes, I am the Fleetmaster’s daughter. What is that to you?” I spat, a new air of confidence bashing away the tightness in my throat.
“Oh, it’s nothing,” Nikolsim said, shifting on his footing, his tail swishing disinterestedly behind him. “I’m just curious, that’s all. So, how about that scientific department meeting?”
My ear flicked. “Of course, Shipmaster,” I forced out, “If you would follow me to my conference room.”
“With pleasure, Shipmistress.”
—----
The meeting in the conference room went surprisingly well. Nikolsim spoke with a slick charisma and passion about exploration. I could tell the more science oriented staff present loved the Shipmaster immediately after he first opened his mouth. By the end of the day, our pair of ships would begin to move into close orbit to the strange planet, to where we would be able to properly survey the surface, without losing any more drones. In addition, we would send a formal landing party within a few days, and make landfall on the planet. Even I found myself enthralled by the scraggly Shipmaster’s way with words. Perhaps I was merely taken aback by my initial impression of him.
Upon leaving the conference room, I returned to the bridge, and Nikolsim boarded his shuttle and left my ship. Even if he spoke with such welcoming and warm charisma, I still couldn’t help but to feel a sense of relief as his shuttle passed back through the atmospheric retention field.
“Navigation, commence the predetermined maneuver with SE-89.”
“Aye, Shipmistress.”
I felt my gut roiling as the inertial dampeners kicked in. My ship’s hull groaned as we initiated the turn. Through my nauseated haze, I could see that little blue dot of a world growing larger as CX-13 continued its transit. With the worst of the maneuver over, my nausea dissipated. I relaxed my grip on my seat’s armrests, and sat back in the chair.
“Shipmistress, we will enter orbit in 15 minutes.”
“Understood, navigation.”
It was quiet as the bridge crew continued to orchestrate our ship’s entrance into planetary orbit. I could feel the seconds passing by, an agonizing sense of anticipation growing in my gut as we got closer and closer still.
“Shipmistress! Multiple orbital contacts!” shouted my radar officer as proximity alarms began to sound.
“Radar, report!” “Multiple metallic objects have been sighted, Shipmistress. They have assumed some sort of net pattern in the planet’s orbit.”
“Are they a threat?”
“I don’t know, Shipmistress. They aren’t moving, they seem to just be passively floating around?”
“Was that a question or an answer, radar?”
“An answer, Shipmistress. The objects aren’t moving.”
“Zoom in on… that one, over there.” I gestured in the direction of one of the small gray shapes filling the viewport. The screen rose from its little hidey-hole again, and I saw… what?
It was a little silvery box with a white half dome protruding from one end. The box had two blue rectangular panels outstretched like the wings of a Kolak hawk. I wasn’t sure what I was looking at. I reached out for the communications button next to me, and I hailed Torvan.
“I see it too, Shipmistress” Came his raspy voice.
“Do you have any idea what it could be? My scientific department is at a loss.”
“Nothing on my end, either.”
Well, that made two of us.
“Should we… collect it?” Torvan suggested.
“What if it’s an explosive?” I replied.
“What dumb animal would utilize orbital explosives?”
“I don’t know! I’m as dumbfounded as you! Can we at least concur that it’s artificial in origin?”
“Yes. Why are we even arguing about this? Should we just proceed to the planet’s surface? I can shuttle a landing party within the hour,” Torvan said. “You would have the honor of joining the party, and be among the first San’tari to step on another world, Shipmistress.”
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2023.04.01 23:56 Normal_Principle_499 Worldbuilding: History of Menevrith and Briande.
I’m still developing the history of the two main countries involved in the master plot of my book but this is what I have come up with so far:
The two largest, most powerful, and fully developed nations of Elutharya are Menevrith and Briande. Since its inception Menevrith and Briande have been magic based societies. In the early days of the planet the use of magic was not understood, and many died in its practice as a result. It wasn’t until the year 692 of the 1st Millenium that the elf magician, Holdyn Mircury of Menevrith discovered that in order to cast invocations and bend the fabric of reality one had to draw off of a power source. Without a source to draw power from casting invocations would draw off the life force and soul essence of the caster consuming it over a period of time. For 200 years he guarded the secret realizing that if the knowledge were to escape into the wrong hands certain magicians might attempt to harness the life force of other beings in an effort to cast more powerful magic and power more of their creations with impunity.
After 200 years the elf mage was murdered in his sleep by a pupil who located his theory after breaking into his study to thieve from him. This led to a 300 year long purge known as the soul siphoning. Back in those early times most beings had the ability to use magic on some level. Some had a greater mastery of the art/discipline and these most elite of the magic practitioners in order to expand their power and fuel their magical creations would siphon power from those of lesser power in many cases leaving them hollow or dead in the name of progress. By this time the number of magic users still left living in the world was greatly diminished as a result of the antiquated soul siphoning magic. Briande outlawed the practice of soul siphoning with exception to large abundance of magical beasts they had roaming the through their country but this had varied results. Many of the spells cast using the soul essence of magical creatures would malfunction or in many cases produce an entirely different effect from what was intended.
This time period while its practices were barbaric led to a large amount of progress as the magical technology and innovations improved and the mages practicing it believe the ends more than justified the means. Briande outlawed the practice of soul siphoning and set to work finding an alternative to the practice. They had some success in siphoning the power of magical beasts instead of sentient beings and were faster in discovering arcaenial serum discovering the first source of it on the isles of Narakzund 6 years before Menevrith discovered the first well on the plains leading up to the southern tip of the Cambriva Mountain Range and finding the first deposits of Odryusk in the central part of the Valde Mountains.
By the year 453 of the 2nd millenium the elite society of Menevrithe finally discovered an artificial source of power called arcaenial serum buried deep within the earth near the coastal regions off of the Southeastern tip Menevrith. The two nations began drilling and processing the raw fluid into the fully processed serum necessary for the powering of spells and magical mechanations. Within a few years of that a metal known as Odryusk was discovered and found to be superior to any other common material used in the manufacture of spell conduits (staves, wands, and magical weapons of different types) and magical constructs and weapons of mass destruction.
This enabled the two most developed societies to develop arcane based missiles known as soul shredders. These bombs would have a catastrophic and devastating effect upon the areas they were deployed upon. By the year 54 of the 3rd millenium both Briande and Menevrith had a stockpile of these weapons and due to a disagreement between where the boundary between the two powers was drawn war broke out. 7 years were fought at a standstill between the two nations until they discovered the locations of the wells of arcaenial serum and odryusk mines located in each others respective nations and unleashed two soul shredders. They destroyed almost all of the mines and wells. Briande then retreated back behind the western side of the Valde Mountains. Unable to continue the assault upon one another due to a massive shortage in serum and odryusk the two nations quit warring directly. Briande forming an uneasy alliance with Dwarven free state of Kharak’zod in an effort to solidify its new borders. At the end of the war Menevrith had a revolution resulting in an overthrow of the corrupt magocracy that had been responsible for the soul siphoning and war known as the cataclysmic war between Menevrith and Briande. A representative form of government was set up based upon a shared rule of power meant to protect the people of Menevrith from tyranny and to ensure that the magocracy never took power again (out of fear that they would drive Menevrith back into a war that would potentially end the world by consuming the very essence holding the planet together.)
Remnants of the Magocracy went underground temporarily slowly planting their lackeys and henchmen in the newly formed government chipping away at the civil liberties of the common folk and lesser magic users who had been forced to work the mines and serum pits after the end of purge and before the start of the cataclysmic war and used in the purge before that. After 100 years the magocracy has figured out a way to hijack the media outlets and overthrow the government of the people secretly. Randal Twistliggit’s father Draevyn Twistliggit is a powerful Hoarscathian Mage who owns an Odryusk Mine and was part of the overthrow of the republic of Menevrithe. This elite faction of Hoarscathian mages now uses the military of Menevrith to assault the less developed nations of Lurtzog and Glakyx after discovering more locations with Odryusk and and Arcaenial Serum upon those continents. They use the media outlets to churn out propaganda to get people mobilized behind the proxy wars they start with the severely disadvantaged countries to their east.
As a result of their control of the most vital resources to the people of Menevrith and their infiltration of the governmental body that is supposed to protect the majority of people within the country from a tyrannical force of elite mages they have managed to indenture the majority of the people to them through loan sharking, inadequate pay, creating monopoly power, and jacking the prices of the consumer goods they produce and sale through the roof. The commoners if they can’t pay their creditors are in most cases either indentured/enslaved to the person they owe money to or sent to fight in a proxy war with either Lurtzog or Glakyx.
The elite class of mages are encouraged to only have 1 child but if they have more than 1 the Order of Scarvaelis which is a society of mages that oversee the military operations of Menevrith recruits the second born son/daughter into the military where they are trained to lead battalions of enlisted commoner soldiers into battle against the barbarian hordes of Lurtzog and Glakyx in the event that the merchant doesn’t send the second born son/daughter to school to become an elite merchant back in the capital (which many don’t because its expensive to educate their kids and doesn’t benefit them to deplete the ranks of officers in their army). Aside from the media outlets that they use to churn out propaganda framing Lurtzog to be a dangerous society that is a massive threat the the peaceful nation of Menevrith they also teach the officers who are trained by the order of Scarvaelis a false history surrounding not only the nation of Menevrith but their uncivilized foes which fuels the hatred and xenophobia for the other nations which are in reality peaceful and just want to have their boundaries respected.
After getting sent across the Ebonheart Ocean to quell an uprising of the barbaric tribes of Lurtzog who attacked several mining and drilling colonies established upon the continent of Lurtzog by Menevrith, Randal who was taught 5 languages by his mother by the time he was recruited into the order understood the language of the indigenous tribes of Lurtzog and began to realize that the narrative pushed to the majority of the citizens about the barbarism and terrorist actions of the tribes of Lurtzog were false and meant to further the ends of the Hoarscathian elite merchants. After several months on assignment in Lurtzog Randal is finally successful in convincing the entire company of enlisted myrmidons he is placed in charge of to defect from the military and fight back against the overwhelming power of the Menevrith military and the elite merchant mage class that commands them.
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The two largest, most powerful, and fully developed nations of Elutharya are Menevrith and Briande. Since its inception Menevrith and Briande have been magic based societies. In the early days of the planet the use of magic was not understood, and many died in its practice as a result. It wasn’t until the year 692 of the 1st Millenium that the elf magician, Holdyn Mircury of Menevrith discovered that in order to cast invocations and bend the fabric of reality one had to draw off of a power source. Without a source to draw power from casting invocations would draw off the life force and soul essence of the caster consuming it over a period of time. For 200 years he guarded the secret realizing that if the knowledge were to escape into the wrong hands certain magicians might attempt to harness the life force of other beings in an effort to cast more powerful magic and power more of their creations with impunity.
After 200 years the elf mage was murdered in his sleep by a pupil who located his theory after breaking into his study to thieve from him. This led to a 300 year long purge known as the soul siphoning. Back in those early times most beings had the ability to use magic on some level. Some had a greater mastery of the art/discipline and these most elite of the magic practitioners in order to expand their power and fuel their magical creations would siphon power from those of lesser power in many cases leaving them hollow or dead in the name of progress. By this time the number of magic users still left living in the world was greatly diminished as a result of the antiquated soul siphoning magic. Briande outlawed the practice of soul siphoning with exception to large abundance of magical beasts they had roaming the through their country but this had varied results. Many of the spells cast using the soul essence of magical creatures would malfunction or in many cases produce an entirely different effect from what was intended.
This time period while its practices were barbaric led to a large amount of progress as the magical technology and innovations improved and the mages practicing it believe the ends more than justified the means. Briande outlawed the practice of soul siphoning and set to work finding an alternative to the practice. They had some success in siphoning the power of magical beasts instead of sentient beings and were faster in discovering arcaenial serum discovering the first source of it on the isles of Narakzund 6 years before Menevrith discovered the first well on the plains leading up to the southern tip of the Cambriva Mountain Range and finding the first deposits of Odryusk in the central part of the Valde Mountains.
By the year 453 of the 2nd millenium the elite society of Menevrithe finally discovered an artificial source of power called arcaenial serum buried deep within the earth near the coastal regions off of the Southeastern tip Menevrith. The two nations began drilling and processing the raw fluid into the fully processed serum necessary for the powering of spells and magical mechanations. Within a few years of that a metal known as Odryusk was discovered and found to be superior to any other common material used in the manufacture of spell conduits (staves, wands, and magical weapons of different types) and magical constructs and weapons of mass destruction.
This enabled the two most developed societies to develop arcane based missiles known as soul shredders. These bombs would have a catastrophic and devastating effect upon the areas they were deployed upon. By the year 54 of the 3rd millenium both Briande and Menevrith had a stockpile of these weapons and due to a disagreement between where the boundary between the two powers was drawn war broke out. 7 years were fought at a standstill between the two nations until they discovered the locations of the wells of arcaenial serum and odryusk mines located in each others respective nations and unleashed two soul shredders. They destroyed almost all of the mines and wells. Briande then retreated back behind the western side of the Valde Mountains. Unable to continue the assault upon one another due to a massive shortage in serum and odryusk the two nations quit warring directly. Briande forming an uneasy alliance with Dwarven free state of Kharak’zod in an effort to solidify its new borders. At the end of the war Menevrith had a revolution resulting in an overthrow of the corrupt magocracy that had been responsible for the soul siphoning and war known as the cataclysmic war between Menevrith and Briande. A representative form of government was set up based upon a shared rule of power meant to protect the people of Menevrith from tyranny and to ensure that the magocracy never took power again (out of fear that they would drive Menevrith back into a war that would potentially end the world by consuming the very essence holding the planet together.)
Remnants of the Magocracy went underground temporarily slowly planting their lackeys and henchmen in the newly formed government chipping away at the civil liberties of the common folk and lesser magic users who had been forced to work the mines and serum pits after the end of purge and before the start of the cataclysmic war and used in the purge before that. After 100 years the magocracy has figured out a way to hijack the media outlets and overthrow the government of the people secretly. Randal Twistliggit’s father Draevyn Twistliggit is a powerful Hoarscathian Mage who owns an Odryusk Mine and was part of the overthrow of the republic of Menevrithe. This elite faction of Hoarscathian mages now uses the military of Menevrith to assault the less developed nations of Lurtzog and Glakyx after discovering more locations with Odryusk and and Arcaenial Serum upon those continents. They use the media outlets to churn out propaganda to get people mobilized behind the proxy wars they start with the severely disadvantaged countries to their east.
As a result of their control of the most vital resources to the people of Menevrith and their infiltration of the governmental body that is supposed to protect the majority of people within the country from a tyrannical force of elite mages they have managed to indenture the majority of the people to them through loan sharking, inadequate pay, creating monopoly power, and jacking the prices of the consumer goods they produce and sale through the roof. The commoners if they can’t pay their creditors are in most cases either indentured/enslaved to the person they owe money to or sent to fight in a proxy war with either Lurtzog or Glakyx.
The elite class of mages are encouraged to only have 1 child but if they have more than 1 the Order of Scarvaelis which is a society of mages that oversee the military operations of Menevrith recruits the second born son/daughter into the military where they are trained to lead battalions of enlisted commoner soldiers into battle against the barbarian hordes of Lurtzog and Glakyx in the event that the merchant doesn’t send the second born son/daughter to school to become an elite merchant back in the capital (which many don’t because its expensive to educate their kids and doesn’t benefit them to deplete the ranks of officers in their army). Aside from the media outlets that they use to churn out propaganda framing Lurtzog to be a dangerous society that is a massive threat the the peaceful nation of Menevrith they also teach the officers who are trained by the order of Scarvaelis a false history surrounding not only the nation of Menevrith but their uncivilized foes which fuels the hatred and xenophobia for the other nations which are in reality peaceful and just want to have their boundaries respected.
After getting sent across the Ebonheart Ocean to quell an uprising of the barbaric tribes of Lurtzog who attacked several mining and drilling colonies established upon the continent of Lurtzog by Menevrith, Randal who was taught 5 languages by his mother by the time he was recruited into the order understood the language of the indigenous tribes of Lurtzog and began to realize that the narrative pushed to the majority of the citizens about the barbarism and terrorist actions of the tribes of Lurtzog were false and meant to further the ends of the Hoarscathian elite merchants. After several months on assignment in Lurtzog Randal is finally successful in convincing the entire company of enlisted myrmidons he is placed in charge of to defect from the military and fight back against the overwhelming power of the Menevrith military and the elite merchant mage class that commands them.
2023.04.01 23:47 jonnytheman42 Anyone know how to fix this glitch?
I finished a covert action (there was an ambush) and i got all of my soldiers out. But the covert action didnt "finish" and for some reason all of my soldiers were still on it. It wont let me do any more covert action missions in the resistance rings, and the counter has gone negative. Does anyone know how to fix this?
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2023.04.01 23:04 GotQuestionsandMore I don't want to contact Aldi's HR for risk of retaliation. I want to contact the Department of Labor, but I don't understand how or what will happen if I complain
Since my last post of being harassed by my store manager accusing me of being a racist, I made an attempt to speak with the DM (who couldn't be bothered to physically show up in the office and spoke over phone instead) and it went absolutely nowhere. The DM said I was taking things too personally and was "blowing things out of proportion". Anything I brought up (the swapping of prices, the back handed responses when trying to have a simple discussion, no one getting the hours their promised no matter their position, the slew of aggressive text messages against coworkers in group chats, arriving to work and immediately getting turned out the door with the manager saying "we can't afford you today" when they could've called and not waste my fucking gas, managers digging through people's lunches. eating said lunches and throwing away food they deem "out of date" if it sits in there for more than a 3 weeks, and a fuckton of other things) was blown off, her saying "you have nothing to prove any of that and the cameras don't lie. There is nothing we can do here. You're taking things really personally". I regret leaving my old job at Joann Fabrics, I fucking hate this store I work at. I wanted to like things here, but it got fucking ruined by awful people. I have written down these events on notepad on my computer, but I don't know if that helps anything.
I'm not bothering to go through HR for a report since ex employees had already done so and were retaliated against by having their hours slashed. I want to report this to the DOP (for Forida) and get this awful women fired and maybe I can finally start liking this job again. However I've looked at the site and I'm confused on where to start. I'm also not sure how the investigation will play out if I do file a report. Do I need money for an attorney? Has anyone ever gone through this before?
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I'm not bothering to go through HR for a report since ex employees had already done so and were retaliated against by having their hours slashed. I want to report this to the DOP (for Forida) and get this awful women fired and maybe I can finally start liking this job again. However I've looked at the site and I'm confused on where to start. I'm also not sure how the investigation will play out if I do file a report. Do I need money for an attorney? Has anyone ever gone through this before?
2023.04.01 21:54 TotallyaNinja Terran Activities Do's and Don'ts 1/?
This will briefly introduce Terran's hobbies, recreational activities, and actions, both as a guide and warning with a short story for better context. If a Human offers an activity as a “bonding” moment please reference these documents if it is safe for your species or personal well-being.
The first activity will be Sky Diving. Not Flying, Gliding, "Moon-Walk", Grav-Shift ParkouFree-running, or any activity not explicitly defined but denotes aerial activity. Sky Swimming will be mentioned in tandem briefly.
Risk: Death, Permanent Debilitation, Mental & Physical Trauma.
Species who can survive: Terrans*.
*No species can survive a fall from orbit. Terrans arguments and safety measures allow a modicum of success but critical failures still occur leading to severe injury.
Any other species would die of air pressure, lack of breathable air, high velocity, abrupt change in velocity, and stress. Vesha can potentially survive if they are in peak condition, are provided with respiratory aid, and have Grav-Shift harnesses monitored by at least a grade-IV VI companion.
This activity was traditionally conducted from around 4000 [Terran Unit: Meters] or 10000 [Terran Unit: Feet] with a polymer substance typically Nylon, Kevlar, or a blend of several fabrics woven into a parachute. A parachute being a material canopy deployed from a portable container to break ones fall in this context.
This act would be more accurately called break falling. As the act itself entirely encompasses the usage of assistance to reach high altitudes to leap off into freefall and with the usage of parachutes to safely slow and land.
Historically humans could not survive a drop any higher than 30 Meters on their cradle planet. Current Terrans can survive far more.
Those unfamiliar with Terrans may be asking why they would willingly subject themselves to such an activity. The answer may differ per individual but the "rush" of it can cause joy as it is a thrill to them.
Some more wild members of their society are dubbed Adrenaline Junkies. Adrenaline being one of the few natural chemicals that entail them to accomplish the more absurd acts you have heard. High stress situations will cause a release of it.
Of note is that whilst not all species can naturally produce Adrenaline, not all than can do enjoy it. Nor do all Terrans enjoy stress as such it is ill advised to actively stress them out.
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Addendum: Icarus Peaks
With the public opening of Icarus Peaks, those with any understanding of Terran history may be laughing, face-palming, or a mixture of both, many Terrans will be surely attracted to the "unique" opportunity. This facility will be mentioned heavily in this document and as such, some context will be provided.
Icarus Peaks is founded and created by a Terran trailblazer. Residing in the Helios system on the planet Rol'Percep. This system is notably marked on the now famous Nike Trail a collection of systems, planets, and locations for any and all recreational activities.
Rol'Percep has a naturally high oxygen atmosphere with a lower than standard gravity. Nearly a 3rd of Terran's and about 3/4ths the galactic standard. The terrain is notably rolling hills, valleys, and plains. Except for one extremely dense mountain range with some peaks going so far as breaching the local stratosphere.
Icarus Peaks as they are now called is the term for this mountain range and the facility constructed upon it. From free gliding, mountain climbing, hiking, and more. The facility offers a large variety of activities and luxuries. One such activity at the highest point is the subject of this article and story.
Thanks to the state-of-the-art medical facilities and staff, not one death has been confirmed although severe injury has been reported due to accidents. Notably of Terran, Veshan, or other crucible world species ignoring standard safety precautions.
Whilst the facility maintains strict safety regulations, should one waiver the safeties of their own volition the facility will take no action to impede one on their venture unless another individual is at risk of harm.
With this context, the following will be a story concerning the risks of Sky Diving. It should be noted as mentioned earlier the individuals within the story chose to waive the safeties and willingly took this action of their own volition against Icarus Peaks' precautionary advice.
The following is created from recordings and interviews using Simulacra, as such all rights...
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Loading... Sky_Diving_Veshan:
In an economy class suite, 3 friends are making plans for their final day before heading back home. They had strived to do as much as they could during their short break and had been successful so far in hitting every major event checkbox available to them. The last one unmarked was the joke suggestion of sky diving from the namesake Icarus peaks. From the stratosphere to sea level with nothing but a gravchute.
"I'm just saying. [Michael] is Vesha, they are tougher than we are." The first spoke, A young Terran female with fire in her eyes. Short for a Terran at 155 cm she only matched her companions in height and musculature. Her hair was dyed a variety of blues tied into a short ponytail as to not interrupt her action filled lifestyle. Her energetic nature barely contained within her small frame.
"Yea he's tough but not flexible or as reactive. Who knows what will happen in freefall. He might snap in two from the deployment. Think for a second Rosa, the staff advises any and all non-Terrans to not even attempt it for a reason." The second Terran replied from the bed. Fully exhausted from their day's adventure. Holding on to lucidity in hopes of keeping their Veshan friend alive from Rosa's antics.
By far the tallest of the group at 200 cm but the least physically active of the group. Auburn hair swept back and trimmed short for his escapades, often being dragged by Rosa and more recently [Michael] on more tiresome adventures. Preferring hikes, stargazing, and more sensible activities at a moderate pace. He was lean but found incapable of keeping up with his peers.
"If there is no precedent for Vesha to sky dive... why can't I be the first?" [Michael] asks with an innocent tone. Scrolling through his holo-pad looking for information concerning Vesha and attempts at sky diving with little results. Like most Vesha [Michael] was androgynous to Terran aesthetics. Their sexual dimorphism only in genitalia and psychology.
A shorter Veshan at about 180 cm he had the common light green skin much of his race did. Toned and well defined musculature supported his body similar to humans aside from their 4 arms. Whilst Terrans can carry a larger range of motion due to ball joints. They simply developed more limbs with a certain range of motion to carry out tasks.
"See Chen? He's thinking big. We can record the whole thing! It'll be a galactic first! They got good medical staff too. We can just tell them before hand. [Michael] will survive no problem." A quick ping confirming that in fact a dedicated medical facility was near by for any and all that attempted to do anything related to the name sake mountain.
"Yea this is a losing battle. [Michael] I suggest you update your will. I'm gonna try to get at least 6 hours before this. G'night." Promptly passing out shortly after their statement.
[Michael] following the suggestion updates his will, contacts the medical facility concerning the plans for the next day, and heads to sleep. Rosa heads out to get in one last late night workout before finally going to sleep.
The trio finally meet up next day to an unexpected knock on their door. Opening it to find a fellow crucible-world species staff member awaiting them. A member of the Lyisu race, similar to the Terran centipede as multi segmented arthropods. Hard chitin exoskeleton with calcium plates granting them toughness beyond measure. Their fully functioning appendages grant them swiftness unbecoming of their size. These combined allow them to do great in difficult terrain. Often found employed in some form of search and rescue.
"Oh. Hello?" Rosa reflexively squirms at the sight of the Lyisu before chiding herself internally. Before she could get out another statement attempting to disguise her earlier involuntary revulsion the individual before her spoke first.
"No need for apologies. I have done my research concerning my Terran counterpart. You're fear is justified so long as you do not continue insult. Your fluster and attempt at apology is more than enough. Moving on to official business. I go by [Marigold] and am here on behalf of Icarus Peaks in case of emergency. As you all have signed the waiver abolishing us of responsibility, the higher ups have deemed it still fit for some semblance of care on our end, if that is all right with you."
"Yes please. I couldn't convince them out of it and I was gonna ask if it was possible to get someone on standby anyway. This works out great." Chen spoke from behind Rosa, still half asleep whilst the other two had been up for an hour discussing plans.
"Alright sleepy beauty. Meet us in the lobby in 15 minutes. If you're late by a second we heading up without you. Toodle-doo." With that, the trio grabbed their equipment and headed for the lobby whilst Chen dragged himself out of bed.
The short trip from the central hub to the peak was a surprise to the trio. As whilst the hub and central facility was at the base of the name sake peak it shot off in many branches and extensions. Taking a dedicated vehicle equivalent to a hot air balloon but with anti grav generators amongst other modifications.
"Is the recording going?" Rosa ever terrible with technology inquires to [Michael] who promptly rewinds the recording to her stuffing her face during breakfast. Rosa's face flushes red and misses a swipe for the recording device.
"You'll have to do better than that... Hey Chen? How well is this gonna be able to travel with us during free fall?"
"The device you carry is a Hunter model recording device. It was built with flight, tracking, and more for active goers who wish to record quality videos without hassle or skill. It should be able to keep up quite well with the endeavor." Came from the voice above causing once again Rosa to jump as the individual snaked downwards towards them.
"Perfect! I can't wait for this! I haven't gone sky diving since I was in Andromeda." Rosa nearly halfway out of the lift enjoying the view. [Marigold] unsubtly shifting himself closer for quick action should the need arise. Chen mouthing a silent thank you to them, whether they registered it didn't show... or at least Chen couldn't tell by Lyisu standards.
Before [Marigold] could speak or gesture, Rosa leaps off the lift upon arriving at the dock. With an exaggerated inhale looks over the cliff and waiting for the camera to pan to her.
"I'm on top of the world!" Echoed off throughout the range with Chen face palming behind her.
"Safeties are all checked, medical is prepared at the base and the halfway point, and weather has and always will be all clear. Shall we make history?" [Michael] like many of his race fearless to a fault felt a tinge of dread spiking through his body. To die was natural, to journey with companions as wonderful as his was an honor, and for him to bring renown to his clan in such a way would not be the worst way to go.
As he prepared himself mentally he saw out of the corner of his eye a blue streak blur past him. A scream short followed as it leapt off the mountain. Connecting the dots and the simple fact there was only one individual stupid and impulsive enough up here allowed him the courage to follow. Seeing Chen trailing shortly ahead of him attempting to catch up to their reckless friend.
"CANNOOONNNN BAAAAAALL." Could be heard off the cliff face. [Marigold] actually dumbfounded quickly rectified to com the medical teams below of the first departure. Chen gave a quick nod to [Michael] before taking the leap himself.
"Ancestors above watch over me. May I join you in your halls or claim glory by my own grasp." A small prayer. A deep breath. Deafening wind blowing past.
As [Michael] opened his eyes the world before him was a blur as the mountain zipped by him as he angled himself away from the base. An attempt to move was made but Chen's words quickly ran through his head as he felt his limbs couldn't resist pressure.
Panic fully ran through him as he struggled in his own harness. The VI alerted him it was in control subtly guiding him to the designated landing zone. A fact missed by [Michael] in his flailing only stopped when [Marigold] dropped in from above and wrapping him.
"Hello? I am using low band emergency frequency. I have you. You are safe. Your VI is fully functioning. You will hurt yourself if you continue to flail around. Take a deep breath. I'm restraining you for your own safety right now."
"Everything alright?" A familiar voice. Opening his eyes [Michael] sees Chen having slowed his descent to match the two. "The halfway point is about 1300 meters down. We can check out there if you don't want to keep going."
As the world zips by [Michael] sees his friend with nothing but concern on his face for him. Not the wind bellowing by, not the risk of harm, nor the humongous arthropod clinging to him. His companions concern for him and his enjoyment of their activity over his own.
Peering behind him struggling to keep up was the hunter camera drone taking the appearance of a diving falcon found on Terra Sol. His failure and panic already recorded. Whilst his companions would surely remove it at his request. He would always remember this.
Closing his eyes he thought of his two companions. Rosa the wild, a maelstrom of energy and activity. She never speaks of fear but fears deeply loneliness and boredom. Chen the steady, a kind breeze that cares and moves at his own pace. He speaks of worries often but gathers the courage to continue onward in face of it.
Two brave souls who allowed him to traverse the stars with them. Seeking adventure in face of fear and risk. [Michael] gathered himself. A soft pat on the hard chitin of the gentle guide.
The grip released slowly, he saw his companion hovering close. Rosa below having finally realized the situation and slowing her descent to match. The drone falling in closer.
"[Michael]?" A soft hand gripped his shoulders. Locking their shoulders so they stay connected like divers did before. Rosa entered the frequency range just below cursing as she struggled to slow herself more. Attempting to get closer faster to comfort him.
A laugh rang out through the frequency.
"I am blessed with a great life. A wonderous journey, blessed experiences, and more. But none would be possible without my companions. I am bolstered by the two of you and I apologize for my lapse. The view is beautiful and I would be honored to complete the descent with you two."
A kind smile and brief nod and the two plummeted down in silence to catch up to Rosa. [Marigold] slithered downward at a distance keeping the drone company. The scene of the three friends in a linked circle falling together stored forevermore.
As clouds zipped by and the view panned further and closer. They laughed and cheered in unison the joy overtaking the fear of [Michaels] joints locking up. The wind was nothing but an orchestra to the songs of friendship they sung in their descent.
With the ground nearing closer and the VI alerted them of their proximity they activated their grav chutes and the journey was completed as they fluttered to the ground. Medical was waiting and ran a check over on all of them but focusing heavily on [Michael].
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The trio are safe and continue their journey to this day. [Michael] survived with several injuries including dislocating every arm he had. His recording and medical data allowed for the first of many Vesha to attempt such acts with proper assistance.
Injuries are consistent across their species. Terrans survive with little to no ailments. Lyisu are tough by nature though in failure of equipment will not cause death but debilitating injuries. Vesha often find themselves with issues concerning their joints after such an activity.
As such this activity is rated unsafe for standard participation. Do such Terran activities at your own risk.
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Thanks for reading as always! This is a continuation of my Surviving For Fun series. I guess I'll keep the name SFF as the nickname for this canon? I think a more light hearted series is nice.
Sorry for the delay, when reddit returned after going down I was hit by the draft bug. Should be fixed and gone now though. Back to weekly updates!
Hope you all enjoyed.
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The first activity will be Sky Diving. Not Flying, Gliding, "Moon-Walk", Grav-Shift ParkouFree-running, or any activity not explicitly defined but denotes aerial activity. Sky Swimming will be mentioned in tandem briefly.
Risk: Death, Permanent Debilitation, Mental & Physical Trauma.
Species who can survive: Terrans*.
*No species can survive a fall from orbit. Terrans arguments and safety measures allow a modicum of success but critical failures still occur leading to severe injury.
Any other species would die of air pressure, lack of breathable air, high velocity, abrupt change in velocity, and stress. Vesha can potentially survive if they are in peak condition, are provided with respiratory aid, and have Grav-Shift harnesses monitored by at least a grade-IV VI companion.
This activity was traditionally conducted from around 4000 [Terran Unit: Meters] or 10000 [Terran Unit: Feet] with a polymer substance typically Nylon, Kevlar, or a blend of several fabrics woven into a parachute. A parachute being a material canopy deployed from a portable container to break ones fall in this context.
This act would be more accurately called break falling. As the act itself entirely encompasses the usage of assistance to reach high altitudes to leap off into freefall and with the usage of parachutes to safely slow and land.
Historically humans could not survive a drop any higher than 30 Meters on their cradle planet. Current Terrans can survive far more.
Those unfamiliar with Terrans may be asking why they would willingly subject themselves to such an activity. The answer may differ per individual but the "rush" of it can cause joy as it is a thrill to them.
Some more wild members of their society are dubbed Adrenaline Junkies. Adrenaline being one of the few natural chemicals that entail them to accomplish the more absurd acts you have heard. High stress situations will cause a release of it.
Of note is that whilst not all species can naturally produce Adrenaline, not all than can do enjoy it. Nor do all Terrans enjoy stress as such it is ill advised to actively stress them out.
----------------------------------
Addendum: Icarus Peaks
With the public opening of Icarus Peaks, those with any understanding of Terran history may be laughing, face-palming, or a mixture of both, many Terrans will be surely attracted to the "unique" opportunity. This facility will be mentioned heavily in this document and as such, some context will be provided.
Icarus Peaks is founded and created by a Terran trailblazer. Residing in the Helios system on the planet Rol'Percep. This system is notably marked on the now famous Nike Trail a collection of systems, planets, and locations for any and all recreational activities.
Rol'Percep has a naturally high oxygen atmosphere with a lower than standard gravity. Nearly a 3rd of Terran's and about 3/4ths the galactic standard. The terrain is notably rolling hills, valleys, and plains. Except for one extremely dense mountain range with some peaks going so far as breaching the local stratosphere.
Icarus Peaks as they are now called is the term for this mountain range and the facility constructed upon it. From free gliding, mountain climbing, hiking, and more. The facility offers a large variety of activities and luxuries. One such activity at the highest point is the subject of this article and story.
Thanks to the state-of-the-art medical facilities and staff, not one death has been confirmed although severe injury has been reported due to accidents. Notably of Terran, Veshan, or other crucible world species ignoring standard safety precautions.
Whilst the facility maintains strict safety regulations, should one waiver the safeties of their own volition the facility will take no action to impede one on their venture unless another individual is at risk of harm.
With this context, the following will be a story concerning the risks of Sky Diving. It should be noted as mentioned earlier the individuals within the story chose to waive the safeties and willingly took this action of their own volition against Icarus Peaks' precautionary advice.
The following is created from recordings and interviews using Simulacra, as such all rights...
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Loading... Sky_Diving_Veshan:
In an economy class suite, 3 friends are making plans for their final day before heading back home. They had strived to do as much as they could during their short break and had been successful so far in hitting every major event checkbox available to them. The last one unmarked was the joke suggestion of sky diving from the namesake Icarus peaks. From the stratosphere to sea level with nothing but a gravchute.
"I'm just saying. [Michael] is Vesha, they are tougher than we are." The first spoke, A young Terran female with fire in her eyes. Short for a Terran at 155 cm she only matched her companions in height and musculature. Her hair was dyed a variety of blues tied into a short ponytail as to not interrupt her action filled lifestyle. Her energetic nature barely contained within her small frame.
"Yea he's tough but not flexible or as reactive. Who knows what will happen in freefall. He might snap in two from the deployment. Think for a second Rosa, the staff advises any and all non-Terrans to not even attempt it for a reason." The second Terran replied from the bed. Fully exhausted from their day's adventure. Holding on to lucidity in hopes of keeping their Veshan friend alive from Rosa's antics.
By far the tallest of the group at 200 cm but the least physically active of the group. Auburn hair swept back and trimmed short for his escapades, often being dragged by Rosa and more recently [Michael] on more tiresome adventures. Preferring hikes, stargazing, and more sensible activities at a moderate pace. He was lean but found incapable of keeping up with his peers.
"If there is no precedent for Vesha to sky dive... why can't I be the first?" [Michael] asks with an innocent tone. Scrolling through his holo-pad looking for information concerning Vesha and attempts at sky diving with little results. Like most Vesha [Michael] was androgynous to Terran aesthetics. Their sexual dimorphism only in genitalia and psychology.
A shorter Veshan at about 180 cm he had the common light green skin much of his race did. Toned and well defined musculature supported his body similar to humans aside from their 4 arms. Whilst Terrans can carry a larger range of motion due to ball joints. They simply developed more limbs with a certain range of motion to carry out tasks.
"See Chen? He's thinking big. We can record the whole thing! It'll be a galactic first! They got good medical staff too. We can just tell them before hand. [Michael] will survive no problem." A quick ping confirming that in fact a dedicated medical facility was near by for any and all that attempted to do anything related to the name sake mountain.
"Yea this is a losing battle. [Michael] I suggest you update your will. I'm gonna try to get at least 6 hours before this. G'night." Promptly passing out shortly after their statement.
[Michael] following the suggestion updates his will, contacts the medical facility concerning the plans for the next day, and heads to sleep. Rosa heads out to get in one last late night workout before finally going to sleep.
The trio finally meet up next day to an unexpected knock on their door. Opening it to find a fellow crucible-world species staff member awaiting them. A member of the Lyisu race, similar to the Terran centipede as multi segmented arthropods. Hard chitin exoskeleton with calcium plates granting them toughness beyond measure. Their fully functioning appendages grant them swiftness unbecoming of their size. These combined allow them to do great in difficult terrain. Often found employed in some form of search and rescue.
"Oh. Hello?" Rosa reflexively squirms at the sight of the Lyisu before chiding herself internally. Before she could get out another statement attempting to disguise her earlier involuntary revulsion the individual before her spoke first.
"No need for apologies. I have done my research concerning my Terran counterpart. You're fear is justified so long as you do not continue insult. Your fluster and attempt at apology is more than enough. Moving on to official business. I go by [Marigold] and am here on behalf of Icarus Peaks in case of emergency. As you all have signed the waiver abolishing us of responsibility, the higher ups have deemed it still fit for some semblance of care on our end, if that is all right with you."
"Yes please. I couldn't convince them out of it and I was gonna ask if it was possible to get someone on standby anyway. This works out great." Chen spoke from behind Rosa, still half asleep whilst the other two had been up for an hour discussing plans.
"Alright sleepy beauty. Meet us in the lobby in 15 minutes. If you're late by a second we heading up without you. Toodle-doo." With that, the trio grabbed their equipment and headed for the lobby whilst Chen dragged himself out of bed.
The short trip from the central hub to the peak was a surprise to the trio. As whilst the hub and central facility was at the base of the name sake peak it shot off in many branches and extensions. Taking a dedicated vehicle equivalent to a hot air balloon but with anti grav generators amongst other modifications.
"Is the recording going?" Rosa ever terrible with technology inquires to [Michael] who promptly rewinds the recording to her stuffing her face during breakfast. Rosa's face flushes red and misses a swipe for the recording device.
"You'll have to do better than that... Hey Chen? How well is this gonna be able to travel with us during free fall?"
"The device you carry is a Hunter model recording device. It was built with flight, tracking, and more for active goers who wish to record quality videos without hassle or skill. It should be able to keep up quite well with the endeavor." Came from the voice above causing once again Rosa to jump as the individual snaked downwards towards them.
"Perfect! I can't wait for this! I haven't gone sky diving since I was in Andromeda." Rosa nearly halfway out of the lift enjoying the view. [Marigold] unsubtly shifting himself closer for quick action should the need arise. Chen mouthing a silent thank you to them, whether they registered it didn't show... or at least Chen couldn't tell by Lyisu standards.
Before [Marigold] could speak or gesture, Rosa leaps off the lift upon arriving at the dock. With an exaggerated inhale looks over the cliff and waiting for the camera to pan to her.
"I'm on top of the world!" Echoed off throughout the range with Chen face palming behind her.
"Safeties are all checked, medical is prepared at the base and the halfway point, and weather has and always will be all clear. Shall we make history?" [Michael] like many of his race fearless to a fault felt a tinge of dread spiking through his body. To die was natural, to journey with companions as wonderful as his was an honor, and for him to bring renown to his clan in such a way would not be the worst way to go.
As he prepared himself mentally he saw out of the corner of his eye a blue streak blur past him. A scream short followed as it leapt off the mountain. Connecting the dots and the simple fact there was only one individual stupid and impulsive enough up here allowed him the courage to follow. Seeing Chen trailing shortly ahead of him attempting to catch up to their reckless friend.
"CANNOOONNNN BAAAAAALL." Could be heard off the cliff face. [Marigold] actually dumbfounded quickly rectified to com the medical teams below of the first departure. Chen gave a quick nod to [Michael] before taking the leap himself.
"Ancestors above watch over me. May I join you in your halls or claim glory by my own grasp." A small prayer. A deep breath. Deafening wind blowing past.
As [Michael] opened his eyes the world before him was a blur as the mountain zipped by him as he angled himself away from the base. An attempt to move was made but Chen's words quickly ran through his head as he felt his limbs couldn't resist pressure.
Panic fully ran through him as he struggled in his own harness. The VI alerted him it was in control subtly guiding him to the designated landing zone. A fact missed by [Michael] in his flailing only stopped when [Marigold] dropped in from above and wrapping him.
"Hello? I am using low band emergency frequency. I have you. You are safe. Your VI is fully functioning. You will hurt yourself if you continue to flail around. Take a deep breath. I'm restraining you for your own safety right now."
"Everything alright?" A familiar voice. Opening his eyes [Michael] sees Chen having slowed his descent to match the two. "The halfway point is about 1300 meters down. We can check out there if you don't want to keep going."
As the world zips by [Michael] sees his friend with nothing but concern on his face for him. Not the wind bellowing by, not the risk of harm, nor the humongous arthropod clinging to him. His companions concern for him and his enjoyment of their activity over his own.
Peering behind him struggling to keep up was the hunter camera drone taking the appearance of a diving falcon found on Terra Sol. His failure and panic already recorded. Whilst his companions would surely remove it at his request. He would always remember this.
Closing his eyes he thought of his two companions. Rosa the wild, a maelstrom of energy and activity. She never speaks of fear but fears deeply loneliness and boredom. Chen the steady, a kind breeze that cares and moves at his own pace. He speaks of worries often but gathers the courage to continue onward in face of it.
Two brave souls who allowed him to traverse the stars with them. Seeking adventure in face of fear and risk. [Michael] gathered himself. A soft pat on the hard chitin of the gentle guide.
The grip released slowly, he saw his companion hovering close. Rosa below having finally realized the situation and slowing her descent to match. The drone falling in closer.
"[Michael]?" A soft hand gripped his shoulders. Locking their shoulders so they stay connected like divers did before. Rosa entered the frequency range just below cursing as she struggled to slow herself more. Attempting to get closer faster to comfort him.
A laugh rang out through the frequency.
"I am blessed with a great life. A wonderous journey, blessed experiences, and more. But none would be possible without my companions. I am bolstered by the two of you and I apologize for my lapse. The view is beautiful and I would be honored to complete the descent with you two."
A kind smile and brief nod and the two plummeted down in silence to catch up to Rosa. [Marigold] slithered downward at a distance keeping the drone company. The scene of the three friends in a linked circle falling together stored forevermore.
As clouds zipped by and the view panned further and closer. They laughed and cheered in unison the joy overtaking the fear of [Michaels] joints locking up. The wind was nothing but an orchestra to the songs of friendship they sung in their descent.
With the ground nearing closer and the VI alerted them of their proximity they activated their grav chutes and the journey was completed as they fluttered to the ground. Medical was waiting and ran a check over on all of them but focusing heavily on [Michael].
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The trio are safe and continue their journey to this day. [Michael] survived with several injuries including dislocating every arm he had. His recording and medical data allowed for the first of many Vesha to attempt such acts with proper assistance.
Injuries are consistent across their species. Terrans survive with little to no ailments. Lyisu are tough by nature though in failure of equipment will not cause death but debilitating injuries. Vesha often find themselves with issues concerning their joints after such an activity.
As such this activity is rated unsafe for standard participation. Do such Terran activities at your own risk.
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Thanks for reading as always! This is a continuation of my Surviving For Fun series. I guess I'll keep the name SFF as the nickname for this canon? I think a more light hearted series is nice.
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Hope you all enjoyed.
2023.04.01 20:19 BigfootAlmighty Forge installer not running
I bought a new computer a week ago and I've been trying to install Forge onto it. However, the installer won't run. I've installed Java 8, but it still won't work. Any ideas on what's wrong or what to try?
Edit: I've tried to play with modpacks through Curseforge, but I get this error:
Unable to locate the Java runtime.Error details: 0x00000002 - generic: no such file or directoryFilename on disk: javaw.exePath: C:\Users\{my name}\curseforge\minecraft\Install\runtime\jre-legacy\windows-x64\jre-legacy\bin\javaw.exeExists: Nonexistent
Edit 2: Fabric, at least ran through Curseforge, works.
submitted by BigfootAlmighty to feedthebeast [link] [comments]
Edit: I've tried to play with modpacks through Curseforge, but I get this error:
Unable to locate the Java runtime.Error details: 0x00000002 - generic: no such file or directoryFilename on disk: javaw.exePath: C:\Users\{my name}\curseforge\minecraft\Install\runtime\jre-legacy\windows-x64\jre-legacy\bin\javaw.exeExists: Nonexistent
Edit 2: Fabric, at least ran through Curseforge, works.
2023.04.01 19:48 devinpollard Game Keeps Crashing When I Try To Open It
I just downloaded Fabric API 1.19.4, Optifine 1.19.4, Optifabric 1.19.4, and ReplayMod 1.19.4. I put them into a mods folder and now my game continues to crash when I try to log on. Here is the txt file showing the crash:
[12:41:40] [main/INFO]: Loading Minecraft 1.19.4 with Fabric Loader 0.14.19
[12:41:40] [main/INFO]: Fabric is preparing JARs on first launch, this may take a few seconds...
[12:41:40] [main/INFO]: Loading 56 mods:
-- fabric-api-lookup-api-v1 1.6.24+49abcf7ef4
-- fabric-biome-api-v1 13.0.6+348a9c64f4
-- fabric-block-api-v1 1.0.5+e022e5d1f4
-- fabric-blockrenderlayer-v1 1.1.33+c2e6f674f4
-- fabric-client-tags-api-v1 1.0.14+1134c5b8f4
-- fabric-command-api-v1 1.2.25+f71b366ff4
-- fabric-command-api-v2 2.2.4+ae0966baf4
-- fabric-commands-v0 0.2.42+df3654b3f4
-- fabric-containers-v0 0.1.52+df3654b3f4
-- fabric-content-registries-v0 3.5.7+ae0966baf4
-- fabric-convention-tags-v1 1.4.0+9a7c5daaf4
-- fabric-crash-report-info-v1 0.2.14+aeb40ebef4
-- fabric-data-generation-api-v1 11.3.5+5da15ca1f4
-- fabric-dimensions-v1 2.1.44+7f87f8faf4
-- fabric-entity-events-v1 1.5.12+e45f7c65f4
-- fabric-events-interaction-v0 0.4.42+a1ccd7bff4
-- fabric-events-lifecycle-v0 0.2.51+df3654b3f4
-- fabric-game-rule-api-v1 1.0.32+a1ccd7bff4
-- fabric-item-api-v1 2.1.16+09a3510cf4
-- fabric-item-group-api-v1 3.0.3+043f9acff4
-- fabric-key-binding-api-v1 1.0.32+c477957ef4
-- fabric-keybindings-v0 0.2.30+df3654b3f4
-- fabric-lifecycle-events-v1 2.2.14+5da15ca1f4
-- fabric-loot-api-v2 1.1.25+75e98211f4
-- fabric-loot-tables-v1 1.1.29+9e7660c6f4
-- fabric-message-api-v1 5.1.0+1ee8be40f4
-- fabric-mining-level-api-v1 2.1.37+49abcf7ef4
-- fabric-models-v0 0.3.29+11ba9c3bf4
-- fabric-networking-api-v1 1.2.22+ca5f59aaf4
-- fabric-networking-v0 0.3.39+df3654b3f4
-- fabric-object-builder-api-v1 7.0.1+63b515f4f4
-- fabric-particles-v1 1.0.22+f1e4495bf4
-- fabric-recipe-api-v1 1.0.6+a1ccd7bff4
-- fabric-registry-sync-v0 2.1.2+a383ab97f4
-- fabric-renderer-api-v1 2.2.4+81e8c576f4
-- fabric-renderer-indigo 1.1.0+81e8c576f4
-- fabric-renderer-registries-v1 3.2.37+df3654b3f4
-- fabric-rendering-data-attachment-v1 0.3.27+afca2f3ef4
-- fabric-rendering-fluids-v1 3.0.20+f1e4495bf4
-- fabric-rendering-v0 1.1.40+df3654b3f4
-- fabric-rendering-v1 2.1.0+8f878217f4
-- fabric-resource-conditions-api-v1 2.3.0+e6c7d4eef4
-- fabric-resource-loader-v0 0.11.0+938a1d56f4
-- fabric-screen-api-v1 1.0.44+8c25edb4f4
-- fabric-screen-handler-api-v1 1.3.18+5da15ca1f4
-- fabric-sound-api-v1 1.0.8+75e98211f4
-- fabric-transfer-api-v1 3.0.1+9003cbe9f4
\-- fabric-transitive-access-wideners-v1 3.0.2+63b515f4f4
-- fabric-key-binding-api-v1 1.0.32+c477957ef4
-- fabric-networking-api-v1 1.2.22+ca5f59aaf4
\-- fabric-resource-loader-v0 0.11.0+938a1d56f4
[12:41:40] [main/INFO]: SpongePowered MIXIN Subsystem Version=0.8.5 Source=file:/C:/Users/polla/AppData/Roaming/.minecraft/libraries/net/fabricmc/sponge-mixin/0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5/sponge-mixin-0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5.jar Service=Knot/Fabric Env=CLIENT
[12:41:40] [main/INFO]: Compatibility level set to JAVA_16
[12:41:40] [main/INFO]: Compatibility level set to JAVA_17
[12:41:41] [main/WARN]: Reference map 'mixins.nonmmlauncher.replaymod.refmap.json' for mixins.nonmmlauncher.replaymod.json could not be read. If this is a development environment you can ignore this message
[12:41:41] [main/WARN]: Error loading class: shadersmod/client/ShadersRender (java.lang.ClassNotFoundException: shadersmod/client/ShadersRender)
[12:41:41] [main/WARN]: Error loading class: net/coderbot/iris/uniforms/CommonUniforms (java.lang.ClassNotFoundException: net/coderbot/iris/uniforms/CommonUniforms)
[12:41:41] [main/WARN]: Error loading class: net/coderbot/iris/Iris (java.lang.ClassNotFoundException: net/coderbot/iris/Iris)
[12:41:41] [main/WARN]: Error loading class: shadersmod/client/ShadersRender (java.lang.ClassNotFoundException: shadersmod/client/ShadersRender)
[12:41:41] [main/WARN]: Error loading class: shadersmod/client/ShadersRender (java.lang.ClassNotFoundException: shadersmod/client/ShadersRender)
[12:41:43] [main/ERROR]: Mixin apply for mod replaymod failed mixins.jgui.json:MixinKeyboardListener from mod replaymod -> net.minecraft.class_309: org.spongepowered.asm.mixin.injection.throwables.InvalidInjectionException 'static' modifier of handler method does not match target in net/minecraft/class_309::charTypedOptifine [PREINJECT Applicator Phase -> mixins.jgui.json:MixinKeyboardListener from mod replaymod -> Prepare Injections -> -> handler$zkh000$replaymod$charTypedOptifine(CILnet/minecraft/class_364;Lorg/spongepowered/asm/mixin/injection/callback/CallbackInfo;)V -> Prepare]
org.spongepowered.asm.mixin.injection.throwables.InvalidInjectionException: 'static' modifier of handler method does not match target in net/minecraft/class_309::charTypedOptifine [PREINJECT Applicator Phase -> mixins.jgui.json:MixinKeyboardListener from mod replaymod -> Prepare Injections -> -> handler$zkh000$replaymod$charTypedOptifine(CILnet/minecraft/class_364;Lorg/spongepowered/asm/mixin/injection/callback/CallbackInfo;)V -> Prepare]
net.fabricmc.loader.impl.FormattedException: java.lang.ExceptionInInitializerError
submitted by devinpollard to fabricmc [link] [comments]
[12:41:40] [main/INFO]: Loading Minecraft 1.19.4 with Fabric Loader 0.14.19
[12:41:40] [main/INFO]: Fabric is preparing JARs on first launch, this may take a few seconds...
[12:41:40] [main/INFO]: Loading 56 mods:
\- fabric-api 0.76.0+1.19.4-- fabric-api-base 0.4.23+9ff28bcef4
-- fabric-api-lookup-api-v1 1.6.24+49abcf7ef4
-- fabric-biome-api-v1 13.0.6+348a9c64f4
-- fabric-block-api-v1 1.0.5+e022e5d1f4
-- fabric-blockrenderlayer-v1 1.1.33+c2e6f674f4
-- fabric-client-tags-api-v1 1.0.14+1134c5b8f4
-- fabric-command-api-v1 1.2.25+f71b366ff4
-- fabric-command-api-v2 2.2.4+ae0966baf4
-- fabric-commands-v0 0.2.42+df3654b3f4
-- fabric-containers-v0 0.1.52+df3654b3f4
-- fabric-content-registries-v0 3.5.7+ae0966baf4
-- fabric-convention-tags-v1 1.4.0+9a7c5daaf4
-- fabric-crash-report-info-v1 0.2.14+aeb40ebef4
-- fabric-data-generation-api-v1 11.3.5+5da15ca1f4
-- fabric-dimensions-v1 2.1.44+7f87f8faf4
-- fabric-entity-events-v1 1.5.12+e45f7c65f4
-- fabric-events-interaction-v0 0.4.42+a1ccd7bff4
-- fabric-events-lifecycle-v0 0.2.51+df3654b3f4
-- fabric-game-rule-api-v1 1.0.32+a1ccd7bff4
-- fabric-item-api-v1 2.1.16+09a3510cf4
-- fabric-item-group-api-v1 3.0.3+043f9acff4
-- fabric-key-binding-api-v1 1.0.32+c477957ef4
-- fabric-keybindings-v0 0.2.30+df3654b3f4
-- fabric-lifecycle-events-v1 2.2.14+5da15ca1f4
-- fabric-loot-api-v2 1.1.25+75e98211f4
-- fabric-loot-tables-v1 1.1.29+9e7660c6f4
-- fabric-message-api-v1 5.1.0+1ee8be40f4
-- fabric-mining-level-api-v1 2.1.37+49abcf7ef4
-- fabric-models-v0 0.3.29+11ba9c3bf4
-- fabric-networking-api-v1 1.2.22+ca5f59aaf4
-- fabric-networking-v0 0.3.39+df3654b3f4
-- fabric-object-builder-api-v1 7.0.1+63b515f4f4
-- fabric-particles-v1 1.0.22+f1e4495bf4
-- fabric-recipe-api-v1 1.0.6+a1ccd7bff4
-- fabric-registry-sync-v0 2.1.2+a383ab97f4
-- fabric-renderer-api-v1 2.2.4+81e8c576f4
-- fabric-renderer-indigo 1.1.0+81e8c576f4
-- fabric-renderer-registries-v1 3.2.37+df3654b3f4
-- fabric-rendering-data-attachment-v1 0.3.27+afca2f3ef4
-- fabric-rendering-fluids-v1 3.0.20+f1e4495bf4
-- fabric-rendering-v0 1.1.40+df3654b3f4
-- fabric-rendering-v1 2.1.0+8f878217f4
-- fabric-resource-conditions-api-v1 2.3.0+e6c7d4eef4
-- fabric-resource-loader-v0 0.11.0+938a1d56f4
-- fabric-screen-api-v1 1.0.44+8c25edb4f4
-- fabric-screen-handler-api-v1 1.3.18+5da15ca1f4
-- fabric-sound-api-v1 1.0.8+75e98211f4
-- fabric-transfer-api-v1 3.0.1+9003cbe9f4
\-- fabric-transitive-access-wideners-v1 3.0.2+63b515f4f4
\- fabricloader 0.14.19 \- java 17 \- minecraft 1.19.4 \- optifabric 1.13.24\-- mm 2.3
\- replaymod 1.19.4-2.6.12-- fabric-api-base 0.4.23+9ff28bcef4
-- fabric-key-binding-api-v1 1.0.32+c477957ef4
-- fabric-networking-api-v1 1.2.22+ca5f59aaf4
\-- fabric-resource-loader-v0 0.11.0+938a1d56f4
[12:41:40] [main/INFO]: SpongePowered MIXIN Subsystem Version=0.8.5 Source=file:/C:/Users/polla/AppData/Roaming/.minecraft/libraries/net/fabricmc/sponge-mixin/0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5/sponge-mixin-0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5.jar Service=Knot/Fabric Env=CLIENT
[12:41:40] [main/INFO]: Compatibility level set to JAVA_16
[12:41:40] [main/INFO]: Compatibility level set to JAVA_17
[12:41:41] [main/WARN]: Reference map 'mixins.nonmmlauncher.replaymod.refmap.json' for mixins.nonmmlauncher.replaymod.json could not be read. If this is a development environment you can ignore this message
[12:41:41] [main/WARN]: Error loading class: shadersmod/client/ShadersRender (java.lang.ClassNotFoundException: shadersmod/client/ShadersRender)
[12:41:41] [main/WARN]: Error loading class: net/coderbot/iris/uniforms/CommonUniforms (java.lang.ClassNotFoundException: net/coderbot/iris/uniforms/CommonUniforms)
[12:41:41] [main/WARN]: Error loading class: net/coderbot/iris/Iris (java.lang.ClassNotFoundException: net/coderbot/iris/Iris)
[12:41:41] [main/WARN]: Error loading class: shadersmod/client/ShadersRender (java.lang.ClassNotFoundException: shadersmod/client/ShadersRender)
[12:41:41] [main/WARN]: Error loading class: shadersmod/client/ShadersRender (java.lang.ClassNotFoundException: shadersmod/client/ShadersRender)
[12:41:43] [main/ERROR]: Mixin apply for mod replaymod failed mixins.jgui.json:MixinKeyboardListener from mod replaymod -> net.minecraft.class_309: org.spongepowered.asm.mixin.injection.throwables.InvalidInjectionException 'static' modifier of handler method does not match target in net/minecraft/class_309::charTypedOptifine [PREINJECT Applicator Phase -> mixins.jgui.json:MixinKeyboardListener from mod replaymod -> Prepare Injections -> -> handler$zkh000$replaymod$charTypedOptifine(CILnet/minecraft/class_364;Lorg/spongepowered/asm/mixin/injection/callback/CallbackInfo;)V -> Prepare]
org.spongepowered.asm.mixin.injection.throwables.InvalidInjectionException: 'static' modifier of handler method does not match target in net/minecraft/class_309::charTypedOptifine [PREINJECT Applicator Phase -> mixins.jgui.json:MixinKeyboardListener from mod replaymod -> Prepare Injections -> -> handler$zkh000$replaymod$charTypedOptifine(CILnet/minecraft/class_364;Lorg/spongepowered/asm/mixin/injection/callback/CallbackInfo;)V -> Prepare]
at org.spongepowered.asm.mixin.injection.code.Injector.checkTargetModifiers([Injector.java:347](https://Injector.java:347)) \~\[sponge-mixin-0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5.jar:0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5\] at org.spongepowered.asm.mixin.injection.callback.CallbackInjector.sanityCheck([CallbackInjector.java:425](https://CallbackInjector.java:425)) \~\[sponge-mixin-0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5.jar:0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5\] at org.spongepowered.asm.mixin.injection.code.Injector.find([Injector.java:237](https://Injector.java:237)) \~\[sponge-mixin-0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5.jar:0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5\] at org.spongepowered.asm.mixin.injection.struct.InjectionInfo.prepare([InjectionInfo.java:421](https://InjectionInfo.java:421)) \~\[sponge-mixin-0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5.jar:0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5\] at org.spongepowered.asm.mixin.transformer.MixinTargetContext.prepareInjections([MixinTargetContext.java:1338](https://MixinTargetContext.java:1338)) \~\[sponge-mixin-0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5.jar:0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5\] at org.spongepowered.asm.mixin.transformer.MixinApplicatorStandard.prepareInjections([MixinApplicatorStandard.java:1053](https://MixinApplicatorStandard.java:1053)) \~\[sponge-mixin-0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5.jar:0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5\] at org.spongepowered.asm.mixin.transformer.MixinApplicatorStandard.applyMixin([MixinApplicatorStandard.java:395](https://MixinApplicatorStandard.java:395)) \~\[sponge-mixin-0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5.jar:0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5\] at org.spongepowered.asm.mixin.transformer.MixinApplicatorStandard.apply([MixinApplicatorStandard.java:327](https://MixinApplicatorStandard.java:327)) \~\[sponge-mixin-0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5.jar:0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5\] at org.spongepowered.asm.mixin.transformer.TargetClassContext.apply([TargetClassContext.java:421](https://TargetClassContext.java:421)) \~\[sponge-mixin-0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5.jar:0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5\] at org.spongepowered.asm.mixin.transformer.TargetClassContext.applyMixins([TargetClassContext.java:403](https://TargetClassContext.java:403)) \~\[sponge-mixin-0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5.jar:0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5\] at org.spongepowered.asm.mixin.transformer.MixinProcessor.applyMixins([MixinProcessor.java:363](https://MixinProcessor.java:363)) \~\[sponge-mixin-0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5.jar:0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5\] at org.spongepowered.asm.mixin.transformer.MixinTransformer.transformClass([MixinTransformer.java:234](https://MixinTransformer.java:234)) \~\[sponge-mixin-0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5.jar:0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5\] at org.spongepowered.asm.mixin.transformer.MixinTransformer.transformClassBytes([MixinTransformer.java:202](https://MixinTransformer.java:202)) \~\[sponge-mixin-0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5.jar:0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5\] at net.fabricmc.loader.impl.launch.knot.KnotClassDelegate.getPostMixinClassByteArray([KnotClassDelegate.java:422](https://KnotClassDelegate.java:422)) \~\[fabric-loader-0.14.19.jar:?\] at net.fabricmc.loader.impl.launch.knot.KnotClassDelegate.tryLoadClass([KnotClassDelegate.java:323](https://KnotClassDelegate.java:323)) \~\[fabric-loader-0.14.19.jar:?\] at net.fabricmc.loader.impl.launch.knot.KnotClassDelegate.loadClass([KnotClassDelegate.java:218](https://KnotClassDelegate.java:218)) \~\[fabric-loader-0.14.19.jar:?\] at net.fabricmc.loader.impl.launch.knot.KnotClassLoader.loadClass([KnotClassLoader.java:112](https://KnotClassLoader.java:112)) \~\[fabric-loader-0.14.19.jar:?\] at java.lang.ClassLoader.loadClass([ClassLoader.java:520](https://ClassLoader.java:520)) \~\[?:?\] at java.lang.Class.getDeclaredFields0(Native Method) \~\[?:?\] at java.lang.Class.privateGetDeclaredFields([Class.java:3297](https://Class.java:3297)) \~\[?:?\] at java.lang.Class.getDeclaredFields([Class.java:2371](https://Class.java:2371)) \~\[?:?\] at net.optifine.reflect.FieldLocatorTypes.[12:41:43] [main/ERROR]: Minecraft has crashed!([FieldLocatorTypes.java:25](https://FieldLocatorTypes.java:25)) \~\[Optifine-mapped.jar:?\] at net.optifine.reflect.Reflector. ([Reflector.java:503](https://Reflector.java:503)) \~\[Optifine-mapped.jar:?\] at net.minecraft.class\_128.method\_568(class\_128.java:175) \~\[client-intermediary.jar:?\] at net.minecraft.class\_128.method\_24305(class\_128.java:345) \~\[client-intermediary.jar:?\] at net.minecraft.client.main.Main.main([Main.java:152](https://Main.java:152)) \~\[fabric-loader-0.14.19-1.19.4.jar:?\] at net.fabricmc.loader.impl.game.minecraft.MinecraftGameProvider.launch([MinecraftGameProvider.java:462](https://MinecraftGameProvider.java:462)) \~\[fabric-loader-0.14.19.jar:?\] at net.fabricmc.loader.impl.launch.knot.Knot.launch([Knot.java:74](https://Knot.java:74)) \~\[fabric-loader-0.14.19.jar:?\] at net.fabricmc.loader.impl.launch.knot.KnotClient.main([KnotClient.java:23](https://KnotClient.java:23)) \~\[fabric-loader-0.14.19.jar:?\]
net.fabricmc.loader.impl.FormattedException: java.lang.ExceptionInInitializerError
at net.fabricmc.loader.impl.FormattedException.ofLocalized([FormattedException.java:63](https://FormattedException.java:63)) \~\[fabric-loader-0.14.19.jar:?\] at net.fabricmc.loader.impl.game.minecraft.MinecraftGameProvider.launch([MinecraftGameProvider.java:464](https://MinecraftGameProvider.java:464)) \~\[fabric-loader-0.14.19.jar:?\] at net.fabricmc.loader.impl.launch.knot.Knot.launch([Knot.java:74](https://Knot.java:74)) \~\[fabric-loader-0.14.19.jar:?\] at net.fabricmc.loader.impl.launch.knot.KnotClient.main([KnotClient.java:23](https://KnotClient.java:23)) \~\[fabric-loader-0.14.19.jar:?\]Caused by: java.lang.ExceptionInInitializerError
at net.minecraft.class\_128.method\_568(class\_128.java:175) \~\[client-intermediary.jar:?\] at net.minecraft.class\_128.method\_24305(class\_128.java:345) \~\[client-intermediary.jar:?\] at net.minecraft.client.main.Main.main([Main.java:152](https://Main.java:152)) \~\[fabric-loader-0.14.19-1.19.4.jar:?\] at net.fabricmc.loader.impl.game.minecraft.MinecraftGameProvider.launch([MinecraftGameProvider.java:462](https://MinecraftGameProvider.java:462)) \~\[fabric-loader-0.14.19.jar:?\] ... 2 moreCaused by: java.lang.RuntimeException: Mixin transformation of net.minecraft.class_309 failed
at net.fabricmc.loader.impl.launch.knot.KnotClassDelegate.getPostMixinClassByteArray([KnotClassDelegate.java:427](https://KnotClassDelegate.java:427)) \~\[fabric-loader-0.14.19.jar:?\] at net.fabricmc.loader.impl.launch.knot.KnotClassDelegate.tryLoadClass([KnotClassDelegate.java:323](https://KnotClassDelegate.java:323)) \~\[fabric-loader-0.14.19.jar:?\] at net.fabricmc.loader.impl.launch.knot.KnotClassDelegate.loadClass([KnotClassDelegate.java:218](https://KnotClassDelegate.java:218)) \~\[fabric-loader-0.14.19.jar:?\] at net.fabricmc.loader.impl.launch.knot.KnotClassLoader.loadClass([KnotClassLoader.java:112](https://KnotClassLoader.java:112)) \~\[fabric-loader-0.14.19.jar:?\] at java.lang.ClassLoader.loadClass([ClassLoader.java:520](https://ClassLoader.java:520)) \~\[?:?\] at java.lang.Class.getDeclaredFields0(Native Method) \~\[?:?\] at java.lang.Class.privateGetDeclaredFields([Class.java:3297](https://Class.java:3297)) \~\[?:?\] at java.lang.Class.getDeclaredFields([Class.java:2371](https://Class.java:2371)) \~\[?:?\] at net.optifine.reflect.FieldLocatorTypes.Caused by: org.spongepowered.asm.mixin.transformer.throwables.MixinTransformerError: An unexpected critical error was encountered([FieldLocatorTypes.java:25](https://FieldLocatorTypes.java:25)) \~\[Optifine-mapped.jar:?\] at net.optifine.reflect.Reflector. ([Reflector.java:503](https://Reflector.java:503)) \~\[Optifine-mapped.jar:?\] at net.minecraft.class\_128.method\_568(class\_128.java:175) \~\[client-intermediary.jar:?\] at net.minecraft.class\_128.method\_24305(class\_128.java:345) \~\[client-intermediary.jar:?\] at net.minecraft.client.main.Main.main([Main.java:152](https://Main.java:152)) \~\[fabric-loader-0.14.19-1.19.4.jar:?\] at net.fabricmc.loader.impl.game.minecraft.MinecraftGameProvider.launch([MinecraftGameProvider.java:462](https://MinecraftGameProvider.java:462)) \~\[fabric-loader-0.14.19.jar:?\] ... 2 more
at org.spongepowered.asm.mixin.transformer.MixinProcessor.applyMixins([MixinProcessor.java:392](https://MixinProcessor.java:392)) \~\[sponge-mixin-0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5.jar:0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5\] at org.spongepowered.asm.mixin.transformer.MixinTransformer.transformClass([MixinTransformer.java:234](https://MixinTransformer.java:234)) \~\[sponge-mixin-0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5.jar:0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5\] at org.spongepowered.asm.mixin.transformer.MixinTransformer.transformClassBytes([MixinTransformer.java:202](https://MixinTransformer.java:202)) \~\[sponge-mixin-0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5.jar:0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5\] at net.fabricmc.loader.impl.launch.knot.KnotClassDelegate.getPostMixinClassByteArray([KnotClassDelegate.java:422](https://KnotClassDelegate.java:422)) \~\[fabric-loader-0.14.19.jar:?\] at net.fabricmc.loader.impl.launch.knot.KnotClassDelegate.tryLoadClass([KnotClassDelegate.java:323](https://KnotClassDelegate.java:323)) \~\[fabric-loader-0.14.19.jar:?\] at net.fabricmc.loader.impl.launch.knot.KnotClassDelegate.loadClass([KnotClassDelegate.java:218](https://KnotClassDelegate.java:218)) \~\[fabric-loader-0.14.19.jar:?\] at net.fabricmc.loader.impl.launch.knot.KnotClassLoader.loadClass([KnotClassLoader.java:112](https://KnotClassLoader.java:112)) \~\[fabric-loader-0.14.19.jar:?\] at java.lang.ClassLoader.loadClass([ClassLoader.java:520](https://ClassLoader.java:520)) \~\[?:?\] at java.lang.Class.getDeclaredFields0(Native Method) \~\[?:?\] at java.lang.Class.privateGetDeclaredFields([Class.java:3297](https://Class.java:3297)) \~\[?:?\] at java.lang.Class.getDeclaredFields([Class.java:2371](https://Class.java:2371)) \~\[?:?\] at net.optifine.reflect.FieldLocatorTypes.Caused by: org.spongepowered.asm.mixin.throwables.MixinApplyError: Mixin [mixins.jgui.json:MixinKeyboardListener from mod replaymod] from phase [DEFAULT] in config [mixins.jgui.json] FAILED during APPLY([FieldLocatorTypes.java:25](https://FieldLocatorTypes.java:25)) \~\[Optifine-mapped.jar:?\] at net.optifine.reflect.Reflector. ([Reflector.java:503](https://Reflector.java:503)) \~\[Optifine-mapped.jar:?\] at net.minecraft.class\_128.method\_568(class\_128.java:175) \~\[client-intermediary.jar:?\] at net.minecraft.class\_128.method\_24305(class\_128.java:345) \~\[client-intermediary.jar:?\] at net.minecraft.client.main.Main.main([Main.java:152](https://Main.java:152)) \~\[fabric-loader-0.14.19-1.19.4.jar:?\] at net.fabricmc.loader.impl.game.minecraft.MinecraftGameProvider.launch([MinecraftGameProvider.java:462](https://MinecraftGameProvider.java:462)) \~\[fabric-loader-0.14.19.jar:?\] ... 2 more
at org.spongepowered.asm.mixin.transformer.MixinProcessor.handleMixinError([MixinProcessor.java:638](https://MixinProcessor.java:638)) \~\[sponge-mixin-0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5.jar:0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5\] at org.spongepowered.asm.mixin.transformer.MixinProcessor.handleMixinApplyError([MixinProcessor.java:589](https://MixinProcessor.java:589)) \~\[sponge-mixin-0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5.jar:0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5\] at org.spongepowered.asm.mixin.transformer.MixinProcessor.applyMixins([MixinProcessor.java:379](https://MixinProcessor.java:379)) \~\[sponge-mixin-0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5.jar:0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5\] at org.spongepowered.asm.mixin.transformer.MixinTransformer.transformClass([MixinTransformer.java:234](https://MixinTransformer.java:234)) \~\[sponge-mixin-0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5.jar:0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5\] at org.spongepowered.asm.mixin.transformer.MixinTransformer.transformClassBytes([MixinTransformer.java:202](https://MixinTransformer.java:202)) \~\[sponge-mixin-0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5.jar:0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5\] at net.fabricmc.loader.impl.launch.knot.KnotClassDelegate.getPostMixinClassByteArray([KnotClassDelegate.java:422](https://KnotClassDelegate.java:422)) \~\[fabric-loader-0.14.19.jar:?\] at net.fabricmc.loader.impl.launch.knot.KnotClassDelegate.tryLoadClass([KnotClassDelegate.java:323](https://KnotClassDelegate.java:323)) \~\[fabric-loader-0.14.19.jar:?\] at net.fabricmc.loader.impl.launch.knot.KnotClassDelegate.loadClass([KnotClassDelegate.java:218](https://KnotClassDelegate.java:218)) \~\[fabric-loader-0.14.19.jar:?\] at net.fabricmc.loader.impl.launch.knot.KnotClassLoader.loadClass([KnotClassLoader.java:112](https://KnotClassLoader.java:112)) \~\[fabric-loader-0.14.19.jar:?\] at java.lang.ClassLoader.loadClass([ClassLoader.java:520](https://ClassLoader.java:520)) \~\[?:?\] at java.lang.Class.getDeclaredFields0(Native Method) \~\[?:?\] at java.lang.Class.privateGetDeclaredFields([Class.java:3297](https://Class.java:3297)) \~\[?:?\] at java.lang.Class.getDeclaredFields([Class.java:2371](https://Class.java:2371)) \~\[?:?\] at net.optifine.reflect.FieldLocatorTypes.Caused by: org.spongepowered.asm.mixin.injection.throwables.InvalidInjectionException: 'static' modifier of handler method does not match target in net/minecraft/class_309::charTypedOptifine [PREINJECT Applicator Phase -> mixins.jgui.json:MixinKeyboardListener from mod replaymod -> Prepare Injections -> -> handler$zkh000$replaymod$charTypedOptifine(CILnet/minecraft/class_364;Lorg/spongepowered/asm/mixin/injection/callback/CallbackInfo;)V -> Prepare]([FieldLocatorTypes.java:25](https://FieldLocatorTypes.java:25)) \~\[Optifine-mapped.jar:?\] at net.optifine.reflect.Reflector. ([Reflector.java:503](https://Reflector.java:503)) \~\[Optifine-mapped.jar:?\] at net.minecraft.class\_128.method\_568(class\_128.java:175) \~\[client-intermediary.jar:?\] at net.minecraft.class\_128.method\_24305(class\_128.java:345) \~\[client-intermediary.jar:?\] at net.minecraft.client.main.Main.main([Main.java:152](https://Main.java:152)) \~\[fabric-loader-0.14.19-1.19.4.jar:?\] at net.fabricmc.loader.impl.game.minecraft.MinecraftGameProvider.launch([MinecraftGameProvider.java:462](https://MinecraftGameProvider.java:462)) \~\[fabric-loader-0.14.19.jar:?\] ... 2 more
at org.spongepowered.asm.mixin.injection.code.Injector.checkTargetModifiers([Injector.java:347](https://Injector.java:347)) \~\[sponge-mixin-0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5.jar:0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5\] at org.spongepowered.asm.mixin.injection.callback.CallbackInjector.sanityCheck([CallbackInjector.java:425](https://CallbackInjector.java:425)) \~\[sponge-mixin-0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5.jar:0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5\] at org.spongepowered.asm.mixin.injection.code.Injector.find([Injector.java:237](https://Injector.java:237)) \~\[sponge-mixin-0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5.jar:0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5\] at org.spongepowered.asm.mixin.injection.struct.InjectionInfo.prepare([InjectionInfo.java:421](https://InjectionInfo.java:421)) \~\[sponge-mixin-0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5.jar:0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5\] at org.spongepowered.asm.mixin.transformer.MixinTargetContext.prepareInjections([MixinTargetContext.java:1338](https://MixinTargetContext.java:1338)) \~\[sponge-mixin-0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5.jar:0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5\] at org.spongepowered.asm.mixin.transformer.MixinApplicatorStandard.prepareInjections([MixinApplicatorStandard.java:1053](https://MixinApplicatorStandard.java:1053)) \~\[sponge-mixin-0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5.jar:0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5\] at org.spongepowered.asm.mixin.transformer.MixinApplicatorStandard.applyMixin([MixinApplicatorStandard.java:395](https://MixinApplicatorStandard.java:395)) \~\[sponge-mixin-0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5.jar:0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5\] at org.spongepowered.asm.mixin.transformer.MixinApplicatorStandard.apply([MixinApplicatorStandard.java:327](https://MixinApplicatorStandard.java:327)) \~\[sponge-mixin-0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5.jar:0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5\] at org.spongepowered.asm.mixin.transformer.TargetClassContext.apply([TargetClassContext.java:421](https://TargetClassContext.java:421)) \~\[sponge-mixin-0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5.jar:0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5\] at org.spongepowered.asm.mixin.transformer.TargetClassContext.applyMixins([TargetClassContext.java:403](https://TargetClassContext.java:403)) \~\[sponge-mixin-0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5.jar:0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5\] at org.spongepowered.asm.mixin.transformer.MixinProcessor.applyMixins([MixinProcessor.java:363](https://MixinProcessor.java:363)) \~\[sponge-mixin-0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5.jar:0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5\] at org.spongepowered.asm.mixin.transformer.MixinTransformer.transformClass([MixinTransformer.java:234](https://MixinTransformer.java:234)) \~\[sponge-mixin-0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5.jar:0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5\] at org.spongepowered.asm.mixin.transformer.MixinTransformer.transformClassBytes([MixinTransformer.java:202](https://MixinTransformer.java:202)) \~\[sponge-mixin-0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5.jar:0.12.4+mixin.0.8.5\] at net.fabricmc.loader.impl.launch.knot.KnotClassDelegate.getPostMixinClassByteArray([KnotClassDelegate.java:422](https://KnotClassDelegate.java:422)) \~\[fabric-loader-0.14.19.jar:?\] at net.fabricmc.loader.impl.launch.knot.KnotClassDelegate.tryLoadClass([KnotClassDelegate.java:323](https://KnotClassDelegate.java:323)) \~\[fabric-loader-0.14.19.jar:?\] at net.fabricmc.loader.impl.launch.knot.KnotClassDelegate.loadClass([KnotClassDelegate.java:218](https://KnotClassDelegate.java:218)) \~\[fabric-loader-0.14.19.jar:?\] at net.fabricmc.loader.impl.launch.knot.KnotClassLoader.loadClass([KnotClassLoader.java:112](https://KnotClassLoader.java:112)) \~\[fabric-loader-0.14.19.jar:?\] at java.lang.ClassLoader.loadClass([ClassLoader.java:520](https://ClassLoader.java:520)) \~\[?:?\] at java.lang.Class.getDeclaredFields0(Native Method) \~\[?:?\] at java.lang.Class.privateGetDeclaredFields([Class.java:3297](https://Class.java:3297)) \~\[?:?\] at java.lang.Class.getDeclaredFields([Class.java:2371](https://Class.java:2371)) \~\[?:?\] at net.optifine.reflect.FieldLocatorTypes.([FieldLocatorTypes.java:25](https://FieldLocatorTypes.java:25)) \~\[Optifine-mapped.jar:?\] at net.optifine.reflect.Reflector. ([Reflector.java:503](https://Reflector.java:503)) \~\[Optifine-mapped.jar:?\] at net.minecraft.class\_128.method\_568(class\_128.java:175) \~\[client-intermediary.jar:?\] at net.minecraft.class\_128.method\_24305(class\_128.java:345) \~\[client-intermediary.jar:?\] at net.minecraft.client.main.Main.main([Main.java:152](https://Main.java:152)) \~\[fabric-loader-0.14.19-1.19.4.jar:?\] at net.fabricmc.loader.impl.game.minecraft.MinecraftGameProvider.launch([MinecraftGameProvider.java:462](https://MinecraftGameProvider.java:462)) \~\[fabric-loader-0.14.19.jar:?\] ... 2 more
2023.04.01 19:47 TheOutcast06 Discussion of the Day: Spellcard themes
Danmaku battles are part of life in Touhou, and would be as well in Backstage/New World. What spellcard themes would the cast have?
Legion: * Cap’s spellcards are themed after creation gods and abstract concepts. These include “Tiamat’s Primordial Sea Technique” and “Lady Luck’s Grace”. * Lily does three things, healing, flowers and ice. All her spells are themed after this as a result. There’s also some psychology stuff in there like “Visuospatial Sketchpad”. * Monica has three things as well, wind, psychic powers and programming. This leads to stuff like “Typhoon Number 8” being paired with “Telekinesis”. * Joanne’s basic, medieval weapons and maybe Fire Emblem weapons. For example, “Trebuchet” and “Ballista”. * Carrie has so many abilities, I’m sticking to fire, explosives and speed. Stuff like “Soda Popper (Explosion)” and “98 km/h Tackle.” * The Twins in general are just twin themed, like “Vanishing Surprise” and “Chorionic Shield”. Sylvia’s defence and shadow focused, leading to stuff like “Nyx Sneak” while Corey’s focus on attack and light leads to stuff like “Lux Crash”.
Evertree Friends: * Minoa is essentially discount Alice in terms of spell cards so her stuff is named after MTR stations instead! “Interdimensional Quarry Bay Dolls” and “Sandstorm Sha Tin Dolls”! * Rochelle and Cara are dolls themselves, leading to spells relating to dolls and robots: “Uncanny Valley”, “Gynoid”, “Clockwork Dolls”. The Margas instead have Rozen Maiden references, such as Feyris and “Watering Can Desu!” * May is a sword wielding violin playing half-zombie so her spells reflect that: “Rigor Mortis”, “Six-Pointed Star Slash”, “Scales and Appreggios”. * Shenton can turn into animals, and his spells are Scientific Name + Attack. “Alces alces Charge”, “Jaws of Ursus arctos horribilis”. * Jade uses chemicals, plus Breaking Bad memes here and there. “Piranha Acid”, “We Need to Cook”. * Kass is water and emotion themed, plus remixes of Kokoro’s spells. “Plutchik’s Wheel”, “Hydroponics”, “Legend of Loch Ness”. * Rey is a remixed Reisen and her spells are EM Spectrum themed. “Infrared Location”, “Radio Telecommunication”. * Terese is a remixed Tewi who enjoys business and trapmaking. “Break-Even Point”, “Snare Trap”. * Iris is a remixed Eirin who does archery. “Bullseye”, “Shiny Arc”. (Gotta put a LWA joke somewhere… a dedicated LWA themed character will have the Seven Words of Arcturus as spells.) * Tsuki is a bamboo based remix of Kaguya. Other than “Re: (Treasure Spell)” she also has “Bamboo Rocket” and “Lunar Teleportation”. * Yamako is themed after volcanoes! Her spells have stuff like “Pyroclast” and “Pompeii Problem”. * Given Lily’s mom Allegretto is named after a metronome measurement and is a music teacher, she has stuff like “Forte Wave” and “Waltzin’ Adagio”. * Tiamat is based on both the original myth and D&D, so stuff like “Red Dragon Fire” and “Black DragonTribe Poison” applies.
The Rest * Amongus is Among Us themed and uses game mechanics. “Electrical Wires” and “Vent Cleaning”. * Rokkappa just uses Mega Man Boss Weapons as spells. “Metal Blade”, “Leaf Shield”, “Hard Knuckle”… * Skelmet is a skeleton. His spells involves bones. “Spare Ribs”, “I don’t find this Humerus”, “Skull Bash”…
Free Spellcards, named after Cantopop, HK film and HK TV: * “Gratitude to Monica”, “Megabiting Megahit”, “Table For Six”, “Killing Procedure Danmaku”, “Youkai Exorcism Meter”, “Run-Over Looper”
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Legion: * Cap’s spellcards are themed after creation gods and abstract concepts. These include “Tiamat’s Primordial Sea Technique” and “Lady Luck’s Grace”. * Lily does three things, healing, flowers and ice. All her spells are themed after this as a result. There’s also some psychology stuff in there like “Visuospatial Sketchpad”. * Monica has three things as well, wind, psychic powers and programming. This leads to stuff like “Typhoon Number 8” being paired with “Telekinesis”. * Joanne’s basic, medieval weapons and maybe Fire Emblem weapons. For example, “Trebuchet” and “Ballista”. * Carrie has so many abilities, I’m sticking to fire, explosives and speed. Stuff like “Soda Popper (Explosion)” and “98 km/h Tackle.” * The Twins in general are just twin themed, like “Vanishing Surprise” and “Chorionic Shield”. Sylvia’s defence and shadow focused, leading to stuff like “Nyx Sneak” while Corey’s focus on attack and light leads to stuff like “Lux Crash”.
Evertree Friends: * Minoa is essentially discount Alice in terms of spell cards so her stuff is named after MTR stations instead! “Interdimensional Quarry Bay Dolls” and “Sandstorm Sha Tin Dolls”! * Rochelle and Cara are dolls themselves, leading to spells relating to dolls and robots: “Uncanny Valley”, “Gynoid”, “Clockwork Dolls”. The Margas instead have Rozen Maiden references, such as Feyris and “Watering Can Desu!” * May is a sword wielding violin playing half-zombie so her spells reflect that: “Rigor Mortis”, “Six-Pointed Star Slash”, “Scales and Appreggios”. * Shenton can turn into animals, and his spells are Scientific Name + Attack. “Alces alces Charge”, “Jaws of Ursus arctos horribilis”. * Jade uses chemicals, plus Breaking Bad memes here and there. “Piranha Acid”, “We Need to Cook”. * Kass is water and emotion themed, plus remixes of Kokoro’s spells. “Plutchik’s Wheel”, “Hydroponics”, “Legend of Loch Ness”. * Rey is a remixed Reisen and her spells are EM Spectrum themed. “Infrared Location”, “Radio Telecommunication”. * Terese is a remixed Tewi who enjoys business and trapmaking. “Break-Even Point”, “Snare Trap”. * Iris is a remixed Eirin who does archery. “Bullseye”, “Shiny Arc”. (Gotta put a LWA joke somewhere… a dedicated LWA themed character will have the Seven Words of Arcturus as spells.) * Tsuki is a bamboo based remix of Kaguya. Other than “Re: (Treasure Spell)” she also has “Bamboo Rocket” and “Lunar Teleportation”. * Yamako is themed after volcanoes! Her spells have stuff like “Pyroclast” and “Pompeii Problem”. * Given Lily’s mom Allegretto is named after a metronome measurement and is a music teacher, she has stuff like “Forte Wave” and “Waltzin’ Adagio”. * Tiamat is based on both the original myth and D&D, so stuff like “Red Dragon Fire” and “Black Dragon
The Rest * Amongus is Among Us themed and uses game mechanics. “Electrical Wires” and “Vent Cleaning”. * Rokkappa just uses Mega Man Boss Weapons as spells. “Metal Blade”, “Leaf Shield”, “Hard Knuckle”… * Skelmet is a skeleton. His spells involves bones. “Spare Ribs”, “I don’t find this Humerus”, “Skull Bash”…
Free Spellcards, named after Cantopop, HK film and HK TV: * “Gratitude to Monica”, “Megabiting Megahit”, “Table For Six”, “Killing Procedure Danmaku”, “Youkai Exorcism Meter”, “Run-Over Looper”
2023.04.01 18:09 subredditsummarybot Your weekly /r/Techno roundup for the week of March 25 - March 31
Saturday, March 25 - Friday, March 31
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| 101 | 25 comments | [Mix] Rødhåd B2B Rene Wise – Recorded live from fabric [4hr mix] |
| 98 | 8 comments | [Track] Pressure Washer vs Techno | AND it's a solid track! |
| 93 | 13 comments | [Track] Oxia - Domino |
| 50 | 24 comments | [Shows/Events] I Hate Models |
| 47 | 8 comments | [Track] Basic Channel - Q1.1/I (BC 1993) |
| 42 | 7 comments | [Track] Herbie Hancock - Rain Dance [Proto Techno] (1973) |
| 30 | 0 comments | [Track] Takaaki Itoh - Death Report [Soleil, 2004] |
| 29 | 9 comments | [Track] APOTHEOSIS - O Fortuna |
| 27 | 5 comments | [Track] Claro Intelecto - Peace Of Mind (AI 2004) |
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| 112 | 47 comments | [Discussion] Juan Atkins just played The Bells in a warehouse earlier tonight, and the crowd went absolutely nuts. |
| 109 | 192 comments | [Discussion] I'm starting to listen to Techno |
| 56 | 2 comments | [Discussion] Beam Scotch Techno Playlists + Subreddit Playlists + HÖR Berlin Techno Playlists (Spotify) |
| 41 | 19 comments | [Shows/Events] April 1st: Setaoc Mass + Rachel Noon. Toronto. Warehouse location. |
| 40 | 26 comments | [Shows/Events] Los Angeles April 1-2 2023 two day minifest RE/FORM Spring 2023: Luke Slater B2B Ø [Phase], Rebekah, Regal, Recondite, Speedy J... |
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| 36 | 27 comments | [Discussion] rave/ underground scene in DC/ Maryland? |
| 0 | 25 comments | [Discussion] Name label |
2023.04.01 17:29 songofavaria The Story of Emmaline -- Chapter 4: THE POETS' GUILD
Intro
We're working on a new MUD called Song of Avaria, using Evennia as a base code. Hopefully, the game will be opening for a public alpha nine months from now: January 2024. This is the fourth in a series of showcases to display the features of our game. In order to properly exhibit the purpose of Song of Avaria, which doesn't quite fit into the existing molds, we're going to demonstrate gameplay by focusing on the story of a character: Emmaline.
Chapter 1: CHARACTER GENERATION
Chapter 2: ARRIVAL
Chapter 3: STORY
Chapter 4: THE POETS' GUILD
In the last chapter, we set up a story arc for Emmaline and developed it alongside ongoing roleplay, illustrating how experience is gained in Song of Avaria, and how character progression occurs. Emmaline heard about the Poets' Guild and now plans to join them, but she anticipates that they are a haughty bunch. We want to clarify here that the game is not centered around the Poets' Guild; they are simply one organization of many. A character might prefer to join the Custom Inspectors or the Lion Guard or a merchant's organization or crafter's chapter or even start their own guild with friends. That's not even to mention that the game is entirely playable as a rogue or lone wolf. The focus of the game is for your character to live their own life, and that can take a vast range of forms.
Anyway -- Emmaline may be hopeful and naive, but she is cautious as well. She has roughly a month until her lack of funds leave her out on the street. Living on the street is something that may suit some characters, and Emmaline has certainly had to rough it during more difficult periods of her life, but she'd prefer to avoid that. Here, Emmaline is thinking that she should have a serious plan to make a good first impression on the Poets' Guild. Thoughts serve as a vehicle to display the inner life of a character: their motivations and hidden agendas as well as more benign and whimsical workings of their mind.
A view of Emmaline's inventory, showing her rather ragged clothing, and how she thinks that she needs to invest in more dignified clothes in order to make a good impression on the Poets' Guild
Emmaline goes to the bazaar to find some local garments. The Bazaar of the Nine Winds is located above the river that separates the East and West districts of the city, very close to the caravanserai. It doesn't take much exploring to find a tailor's shop, but it was raining in Omrazir the previous night, and now there are puddles in the street.
Once she gets to the tailor's shop in the bazaar, however, Emmaline has no idea what to wear. NPC tailor shops have a design book where a customer can look through the designs and available fabrics, as well as trim such as buttons and embroidery and ribbons. But the styles and garments advertised by this shop are foreign to Emmaline. She really wants to make a good impression, but doesn't understand how to spend her money. Some things, after all, are more expensive than others -- and there's no way that she can currently afford the most extravagant options...
An image showing the possible options at a tailor: different materials, patterns, and colors that one can choose for a bespoke garment. You can touch the swatches of material to see how they individually feel. Emmaline is confused about her choices, and has the idea of asking Iziro for help.
Maybe it's better not to get a bespoke garment after all. That cashmere feels awfully luxurious! Since Emmaline doesn't know that much about the local customs, she looks around for a courier outpost in order to ask her new friend Iziro's advice. In this case, there's a courier booth set up at the main gates of the bazaar.
The courier booth is painted green, with a golden kestrel that symbolizes official Omrazi messengers. Using HIRE COURIER as a command opens a dialogue to find out what sort of message you wish to send.
To hire a courier, you can use a single-line command with all the information, such as: COURIER SAY HI TO IZIRO FROM EMMALINE... or, you can just input HIRE COURIER and it will bring up a few questions leading you through a menu of dialogue that will help you to send the courier off on an errand. Surely Iziro will have an idea of the most affordable garments she can buy to make a good impression!
Completing the dialogue causes the courier to emerge from the booth, take payment, and depart with the spoke message asking Iziro about cost-effective yet decently-impressive clothing items.
You can send any item, including a letter or a package, with a courier -- as long as it is not too heavy for that courier to carry, of course. You can also send a short verbal message. At this point, Emmaline is sending Iziro a quick question, because she doesn't feel as though she has the time to write him a letter.
When you send a verbal message through a courier, if the intended recipient is not online or is in a private location, the courier will eventually return and tell you they couldn't find the person you sent them to. If you quit during that time, the courier will instead go to the local post office and have a note written to send to the recipient through the IC mail system (which we will showcase another time).
For now, though, we can see that Iziro is around by checking WHERE. Using the WHO command would also work, but it is more of a global command whereas WHERE will show only people in your locale. Emmaline's locale is Omrazir, where Iziro also can be found. Regardless, it takes a short while for a courier to make their way through the city. The delay on sending messages is roughly three minutes, so the minimum that Emmaline will need to wait for a reply is six minutes.
The output of the WHERE command can be considered information that is accessible in-character, because it will not show people who are in private locations. Anyone seen by the WHERE command could be witnessed by VNPCs. If you're with another person, however, you shouldn't roleplay by saying, "I checked WHERE and Iziro is at the Plaza of the People" -- because that is an out-of-character mechanic. You can, however, roleplay something like asking a passing merchant if they've seen any street poet with sorrel hair, and learning that someone like that was seen heading towards the Plaza of the People. Obviously, you can integrate this knowledge into your roleplay however you please, so long as your method is reasonable and immersive.
The image shows the output of the WHERE command, showing other characters at specific public locations in Omrazir. The courier returns with a spoken message from Iziro, saying that Emmaline could get a cotton or linen abaya or sirwaal and a kaftan. Emmaline replies to the courier with polite gratitude for the service and moves on.
The courier returned to Emmaline with a reply from Iziro! That's very helpful. Now Emmaline will return to buy a garment for herself. If couriers were free, she might send back her thanks to Iziro immediately -- but as it is, they cost a small amount, so she'll talk to him about it later instead, face-to-face. The courier is of course an NPC and will not typically respond to roleplay, but it's nice to emote a bit all the same: after all, the courier might end up getting animated by an admin to respond, and update their affection towards you, and then you'd get a discount! Also, it makes your roleplay log look like a nicer story. Acting immersively is always a plus.
Emmaline checks the rack of already-sewn garments at the tailor's store. This image shows the use of appraise and restock command, as well as looking at the item in the rack. In the end, Emmaline purchases a kaftan and sirwaal.
At stores, items for sale tend to be on shelves, tables, display cases, racks, and so on. In order to get more information about an item for sale, you can look at it and also use the APPRAISE command. If you don't like what's in stock currently, you can ask the shopkeep to RESTOCK, in order to check if there's anything in the shop storage that could be cycled out for you.
Other commands that might be useful in a shop are LIST or WARES, which will give you an abstract summary of everything for sale. In order to quickly look at how much money you have, you can check WEALTH -- and earlier, Emmaline withdrew all her coins from the bank so that she would have enough for this fashionable endeavor. She's wearing some rather old-looking sandals, and wonders if she has enough money to buy new slippers, too... but alas, she does not.
The image shows using LIST and WEALTH commands, as well as how the bazaar building's construction is incorporated in the weather message.
All right, now we have the clothes. And we can see that it's started to rain a little... a warm rain, typical of early springtime in Omrazir. Unbothered, Emmaline goes back to the Night Winds Caravanserai to change. Removing and wearing clothes is pretty simple -- clothes cover body parts, along with any wounds or scars on those parts. You can rearrange clothes to cover or to reveal other clothes or parts, and there are some clothing items that are automatically covered by others. We hope to have made this relatively intuitive and simple, while maintaining a wide range of realistic possibilities in terms of garment use. You can also signify how you want to wear an item when putting it on -- for example WEAR HAT TILTED AT A JAUNTY ANGLE, or WEAR SHIRT WITH ITS SLEEVES ROLLED UP. This will then show up just as you typed it when people look at you.
Note that we have designed the game with various holding locations on your person -- hands, teeth, etc. -- such that you do not have a free-floating inventory. But moving and managing your items is made easier by the fact that you can hold multiple objects in one hand, as long as they do not exceed ten pounds all together. While removing her old clothes, Emmaline ends up holding them all over an arm.
Emmaliine takes off her old clothes and puts on new ones.
When finished getting dressed, Emmaline puts her old clothes on the bed. Unfortunately, when she steps back out the door from her room, she sees that the warm rain has abruptly turned into a pouring gale! She ducks back in to grab her cloak.
This image shows how the RAISE HOOD command can be used.
While raising the hood of her cloak will protect Emmaline from the rain, it will also conceal her identity: she will now appear to others as a slight figure wearing a tawny wolf pelt cloak. But that's all right. In a characteristically hopeful manner, Emmaline hopes the storm will stop. Battling through difficult weather takes more endurance, but unless someone is carrying a heavy load and moving quickly, the effects of endurance are fairly negligible. We made this design choice in order to facilitate movement of characters in the world, for the sake of pursuing roleplay. While often the realism of carrying a load and needing to rest can generate spontaneous roleplay on its own, in normal cases it should be rather easy to move around.
Since Emmaline has her waterproof cloak, she's able to keep both her new clothes and herself from getting too wet in the storm. An umbrella would also do the job, but she doesn't have one. She's determined to get to the Poets' Guild, though! Full disclosure: this storm was unplanned on our part for the showcase. However, weather is an important part of Avaria, and it was apparently just as determined as Emmaline to show its face here.
Emmaline's movement messages are now preceded by \"battling through the shrieking gale\"! We can see by looking at her garments that her cloak is getting wet, but her new kaftan is staying dry. The downpour lessens as she walks on her way, remembering where Iziro told her that the Poets' Guild is located.
Thankfully, the storm has lessened a bit already. REMEMBER is a command that works just like THINK and FEEL. Iziro told Emmaline where the Poets' Guild building was located before, and she remembers. The Via Magna and Via Maris cross each other in the center of Omrazir, so these large streets are great landmarks to reference. Other streets and neighborhoods intertwine chaotically through the city's terraces, making an enchanting, mysterious, as well as potentially-frustrating (and dangerous in some neighborhoods) place to get lost. There are many small interactive touches in the world, along with unique atmosphere echoes and hidden passages that may be discovered. We want to make a game that rewards exploration and immersion, where you can step into your imagination and simply exist as a character for a while. Many things in the environment are dependent on time, and also on the weather, as can be seen in this sensory description that happens only during the rain.
A sensory description on the street is related to the current weather.
Eventually, Emmaline arrives at Poets' Place: a distinguished plaza in front of the Poets' Guild. When she tries to enter the building itself, she finds her way barred by an organizational guard. These are NPCS who will block non-members of an organization, or members of too low a rank, from passing through certain entrances. She waits around, a little despondent, hoping to see someone of note. You can change the way you appear in the room with the POSE command, and here we will pose Emmaline waiting. This seems like typical behavior at this location, judging by the room description. As a side note: using thinks and feels can often alert staff storytellers to the fact that a PC is waiting somewhere, unable to continue their story easily without some help.
An image showing Emmaline's arrival at the Poets' Place, and what she does and sees there. A kingfisher sighting seems to be a cause for joy among a crowd of revelers.
April 1st in the game world is Pavana 1st, the Avarian New Year. Eventually, we want to have scheduled events for lore holidays, but for now some staff members send a few special echoes to Emmaline's location, depicting the celebrations of surrounding VNPCS. And then, a resplendently-dressed poet walks out! This is an animated NPC. In the beginning, when the game first opens, it is likely that all high-ranking members of various organizations will be NPCs. They will always be accessible in game, and roaming around their turf with their specific set routine, until a staff member animates them. These NPCs are intended to facilitate stories for players, and eventually player characters will take more high-ranking roles. The presence of organizational NPCs, however, should hopefully alleviate the stress of in-game player leadership and give PC leaders a staff-based support structure to lean on if they wish.
(Here is a text version of the roleplay log for anyone who finds the images difficult to read, or who wants to see the full version that doesn't show in just image snips.)
The poet who has emerged from the edifice is Arezou Rufsahni, and seems to be a famous and celebrated figure. Emmaline catches his attention, and he asks her to walk with him. She falls in, looking at him with a grateful nod.
As it happens, this poet appears to be one of the most famous figures in the Poets' Guild. He is on his way to somewhere, and invites Emmaline to join him so that they can speak. She follows, and they walk through the city while conversing. Adding parentheses when you look at someone will produce an emote, while otherwise there is no notification to anyone else that you used the LOOK command. Sometimes, after all, you may be checking what someone looks like for OOC reasons.
Following works in a fairly simple manner. You FOLLOW someone and then whenever they move, you move as well (if you are able to). It is possible to follow in tandem, so that if either person moves, the other moves with them -- but if you get separated, all following ends. If you FOLLOW someone, then it will be easy for them to lose you, but if you CHASE someone, it's more difficult for them to lose you and it requires a skill check. You can stop following by using FOLLOW ME or FOLLOW STOP.
Some exits have delayed traversal times, due to either the method used to move (such as climbing or crawling) or to the nature of the specific location, such as moving along a winding alleyway. To show some subtleties of Emmaline's unfamiliarity with the area, we will use the HMOTE ("hidden" emote) command to show her looking around the markets. This is akin to a whisper in that some people may notice it, if they are close enough or sufficiently observant, but it is likely to go completely unseen. It is a good way to add nuance to a character without being dramatically obvious, and if another person is specifically WATCHing you, they will almost certainly see any hidden emotes.
Despite Emmaline being overwhelmed by an unfamiliar part of the city, Arezou Rufsahni's destination isn't far. The Thieves' Treasure is a rebelliously-artsy drinking establishment on the western side of the city (and not actually a hangout for thieves). Here, it appears that Arezou is meeting a fellow poet. Emmaline introduces herself. Here, you can see the use of INTRODUCE, which is most often used to get local NPCs to recognize you, but also displays an emote that can be useful for players as well.
Emmaline meets Djafira, a prickly protege of Arezou Rufsahni. This image shows the use of HMOTE in terms of giving subtler emotes, as well as the INTRODUCE command that presents a quick and basic method of introducing yourself accurately.
Emmaline reveals her intention to join the Poets' Guild. Djafira is scornful, and barely tries to hide it, but Arezou continues to be intrigued by Emmaline and suggests that she return in one month and audition with a performance in flawless Sirdabi. This is obviously a big challenge for Emmaline, but she accepts.
Emmaline accepts the opportunity from Arezou Rufsahni, and establishes the beginning of a relationship with both Djafira and the elderly poet.
Back at the caravanserai, Emmaline starts to plan a performance. Different professions have their own mechanics; Avaria is not just a game for bards, of course. There are some mechanics that we are unable to explore with Emmaline, such as hunting, sailing, tinkering, mining, animal husbandry, and so on. The game world is vast enough in both lore and mechanics that one character's niche, while perhaps at times overlapping with another's, cannot realistically encompass everything. One professional mechanic that we can demonstrate through Emmaline's story, however, is performance.
There are many performing-type skills (such as acrobatics, dissembling, singing, dance, and the playing of various instruments) that will grant performance abilities. These abilities will allow you to review your repertoire of performances and plan new ones, and then to rehearse, perform, and publicize your performances.
When we check Emmaline's repertoire, using the REPERTOIRE command, we can see that she has no specifically planned and rehearsed performances. Of course, that doesn't mean that she hasn't been performing all this time. Free-form performing through emotes alone is encouraged and welcome, so we'll just say that Emmaline has been winging it.
The snip shows checking one's repertoire, and beginning to plan a new performance with the PLAN PERFORMANCE command.
Now, however, she wants to plan a performance. She decides to compose a song in honor of Mira, her guardian and mentor back in Merouen, because while in Ruvera she tried to avoid singing directly about the hedge witch for safety's sake, she feels more secure doing so in Omrazir where such things seem to be more acceptable. Planning a performance entails assigning the main skill that would be used (in this case "vocals"), as well as categorizing the performance with a genre (in this case, we will leave it as "drama"), naming the performance (we named it simply "Mira"), and lining up a series of actions that would be taken in order to perform.
Emmaline plans a few actions of her performance and wraps up the planning, adding the draft to her repertoire in order to try rehearsing what she has so far.
Now we're lining up actions. These are in the forms of commands, so if we want to make sure we're speaking a certain language, we'll put that in there. Using the SING or RECITE commands will allow you to insert forward slashes in order to separate lines in a stanza. These commands will be issued automatically at an evenly-paced rhythm when we start performing (until the performance is finished, or we stop, or are otherwise interrupted). So, we shouldn't make any of these emotes overly long, and if we want a thoughtful pause, we can insert one on its own. Once we're done planning, we can complete the performance, and it now becomes a part of Emmaline's repertoire.
The number of times a performance has been practiced will add to its final score up to a limited bonus, which will determine the reactions of vNPCs in the area. So, when planning a very important performance, it's a good idea to rehearse. After planning some of her performance, Emmaline starts to do just that...
Using the STOP command will stop a performance anytime.
Whoops, there's a knock on the door! At any time when performing or rehearsing, you can stop with the STOP command. This command works for anything that has a delayed outcome or is ongoing. Most doors have peepholes that you can look out through, so Emmaline does that now, using the PEER command. She sees Iziro outside, and then shortly hears him calling.
Emmaline converses with Iziro through the door, adding a new impression to their relationship that shows she is beginning to consider him to be a true friend.
Using shouting commands such as scream/shout/bellow/et cetera will echo your noise through the surrounding rooms, so if you don't want to do that, you can simply address a direction. Here, Emmaline will say something to the door. If someone is not positioned at that direction, they will only be able to hear a vague murmur, but since Emmaline and Iziro are standing directly on opposite sides of the door, they can hear each other easily. Further, since they have already established a relationship, new impressions can be made at any time and there is no need for the direct presence of the other.
We'll leave Emmaline to tell Iziro about her exciting news, and close this chapter in Emmaline's story. Of course, when we get a chance, we'll go ahead and develop her story arc further -- thus earning more experience, which this time we'll probably want to invest in furthering her singing skills. During this next month, Emmaline will be rigorously practicing her Sirdabi, and she will also enlist Iziro's help in learning the language through conversation. She will add more lines to her song -- planning a performance with the same name will override the old one in her repertoire. And she will adjust and rehearse her performance multiple times, growing more and more comfortable with it, until the fated moment where she will audition before the crowd at the vaunted Poets' Guild.
When the next month rolls around, we'll see Emmaline's performance and whether she will be accepted or not. Until then!
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We're working on a new MUD called Song of Avaria, using Evennia as a base code. Hopefully, the game will be opening for a public alpha nine months from now: January 2024. This is the fourth in a series of showcases to display the features of our game. In order to properly exhibit the purpose of Song of Avaria, which doesn't quite fit into the existing molds, we're going to demonstrate gameplay by focusing on the story of a character: Emmaline.
Chapter 1: CHARACTER GENERATION
Chapter 2: ARRIVAL
Chapter 3: STORY
Chapter 4: THE POETS' GUILD
In the last chapter, we set up a story arc for Emmaline and developed it alongside ongoing roleplay, illustrating how experience is gained in Song of Avaria, and how character progression occurs. Emmaline heard about the Poets' Guild and now plans to join them, but she anticipates that they are a haughty bunch. We want to clarify here that the game is not centered around the Poets' Guild; they are simply one organization of many. A character might prefer to join the Custom Inspectors or the Lion Guard or a merchant's organization or crafter's chapter or even start their own guild with friends. That's not even to mention that the game is entirely playable as a rogue or lone wolf. The focus of the game is for your character to live their own life, and that can take a vast range of forms.
Anyway -- Emmaline may be hopeful and naive, but she is cautious as well. She has roughly a month until her lack of funds leave her out on the street. Living on the street is something that may suit some characters, and Emmaline has certainly had to rough it during more difficult periods of her life, but she'd prefer to avoid that. Here, Emmaline is thinking that she should have a serious plan to make a good first impression on the Poets' Guild. Thoughts serve as a vehicle to display the inner life of a character: their motivations and hidden agendas as well as more benign and whimsical workings of their mind.
A view of Emmaline's inventory, showing her rather ragged clothing, and how she thinks that she needs to invest in more dignified clothes in order to make a good impression on the Poets' Guild
Emmaline goes to the bazaar to find some local garments. The Bazaar of the Nine Winds is located above the river that separates the East and West districts of the city, very close to the caravanserai. It doesn't take much exploring to find a tailor's shop, but it was raining in Omrazir the previous night, and now there are puddles in the street.
Once she gets to the tailor's shop in the bazaar, however, Emmaline has no idea what to wear. NPC tailor shops have a design book where a customer can look through the designs and available fabrics, as well as trim such as buttons and embroidery and ribbons. But the styles and garments advertised by this shop are foreign to Emmaline. She really wants to make a good impression, but doesn't understand how to spend her money. Some things, after all, are more expensive than others -- and there's no way that she can currently afford the most extravagant options...
An image showing the possible options at a tailor: different materials, patterns, and colors that one can choose for a bespoke garment. You can touch the swatches of material to see how they individually feel. Emmaline is confused about her choices, and has the idea of asking Iziro for help.
Maybe it's better not to get a bespoke garment after all. That cashmere feels awfully luxurious! Since Emmaline doesn't know that much about the local customs, she looks around for a courier outpost in order to ask her new friend Iziro's advice. In this case, there's a courier booth set up at the main gates of the bazaar.
The courier booth is painted green, with a golden kestrel that symbolizes official Omrazi messengers. Using HIRE COURIER as a command opens a dialogue to find out what sort of message you wish to send.
To hire a courier, you can use a single-line command with all the information, such as: COURIER SAY HI TO IZIRO FROM EMMALINE... or, you can just input HIRE COURIER and it will bring up a few questions leading you through a menu of dialogue that will help you to send the courier off on an errand. Surely Iziro will have an idea of the most affordable garments she can buy to make a good impression!
Completing the dialogue causes the courier to emerge from the booth, take payment, and depart with the spoke message asking Iziro about cost-effective yet decently-impressive clothing items.
You can send any item, including a letter or a package, with a courier -- as long as it is not too heavy for that courier to carry, of course. You can also send a short verbal message. At this point, Emmaline is sending Iziro a quick question, because she doesn't feel as though she has the time to write him a letter.
When you send a verbal message through a courier, if the intended recipient is not online or is in a private location, the courier will eventually return and tell you they couldn't find the person you sent them to. If you quit during that time, the courier will instead go to the local post office and have a note written to send to the recipient through the IC mail system (which we will showcase another time).
For now, though, we can see that Iziro is around by checking WHERE. Using the WHO command would also work, but it is more of a global command whereas WHERE will show only people in your locale. Emmaline's locale is Omrazir, where Iziro also can be found. Regardless, it takes a short while for a courier to make their way through the city. The delay on sending messages is roughly three minutes, so the minimum that Emmaline will need to wait for a reply is six minutes.
The output of the WHERE command can be considered information that is accessible in-character, because it will not show people who are in private locations. Anyone seen by the WHERE command could be witnessed by VNPCs. If you're with another person, however, you shouldn't roleplay by saying, "I checked WHERE and Iziro is at the Plaza of the People" -- because that is an out-of-character mechanic. You can, however, roleplay something like asking a passing merchant if they've seen any street poet with sorrel hair, and learning that someone like that was seen heading towards the Plaza of the People. Obviously, you can integrate this knowledge into your roleplay however you please, so long as your method is reasonable and immersive.
The image shows the output of the WHERE command, showing other characters at specific public locations in Omrazir. The courier returns with a spoken message from Iziro, saying that Emmaline could get a cotton or linen abaya or sirwaal and a kaftan. Emmaline replies to the courier with polite gratitude for the service and moves on.
The courier returned to Emmaline with a reply from Iziro! That's very helpful. Now Emmaline will return to buy a garment for herself. If couriers were free, she might send back her thanks to Iziro immediately -- but as it is, they cost a small amount, so she'll talk to him about it later instead, face-to-face. The courier is of course an NPC and will not typically respond to roleplay, but it's nice to emote a bit all the same: after all, the courier might end up getting animated by an admin to respond, and update their affection towards you, and then you'd get a discount! Also, it makes your roleplay log look like a nicer story. Acting immersively is always a plus.
Emmaline checks the rack of already-sewn garments at the tailor's store. This image shows the use of appraise and restock command, as well as looking at the item in the rack. In the end, Emmaline purchases a kaftan and sirwaal.
At stores, items for sale tend to be on shelves, tables, display cases, racks, and so on. In order to get more information about an item for sale, you can look at it and also use the APPRAISE command. If you don't like what's in stock currently, you can ask the shopkeep to RESTOCK, in order to check if there's anything in the shop storage that could be cycled out for you.
Other commands that might be useful in a shop are LIST or WARES, which will give you an abstract summary of everything for sale. In order to quickly look at how much money you have, you can check WEALTH -- and earlier, Emmaline withdrew all her coins from the bank so that she would have enough for this fashionable endeavor. She's wearing some rather old-looking sandals, and wonders if she has enough money to buy new slippers, too... but alas, she does not.
The image shows using LIST and WEALTH commands, as well as how the bazaar building's construction is incorporated in the weather message.
All right, now we have the clothes. And we can see that it's started to rain a little... a warm rain, typical of early springtime in Omrazir. Unbothered, Emmaline goes back to the Night Winds Caravanserai to change. Removing and wearing clothes is pretty simple -- clothes cover body parts, along with any wounds or scars on those parts. You can rearrange clothes to cover or to reveal other clothes or parts, and there are some clothing items that are automatically covered by others. We hope to have made this relatively intuitive and simple, while maintaining a wide range of realistic possibilities in terms of garment use. You can also signify how you want to wear an item when putting it on -- for example WEAR HAT TILTED AT A JAUNTY ANGLE, or WEAR SHIRT WITH ITS SLEEVES ROLLED UP. This will then show up just as you typed it when people look at you.
Note that we have designed the game with various holding locations on your person -- hands, teeth, etc. -- such that you do not have a free-floating inventory. But moving and managing your items is made easier by the fact that you can hold multiple objects in one hand, as long as they do not exceed ten pounds all together. While removing her old clothes, Emmaline ends up holding them all over an arm.
Emmaliine takes off her old clothes and puts on new ones.
When finished getting dressed, Emmaline puts her old clothes on the bed. Unfortunately, when she steps back out the door from her room, she sees that the warm rain has abruptly turned into a pouring gale! She ducks back in to grab her cloak.
This image shows how the RAISE HOOD command can be used.
While raising the hood of her cloak will protect Emmaline from the rain, it will also conceal her identity: she will now appear to others as a slight figure wearing a tawny wolf pelt cloak. But that's all right. In a characteristically hopeful manner, Emmaline hopes the storm will stop. Battling through difficult weather takes more endurance, but unless someone is carrying a heavy load and moving quickly, the effects of endurance are fairly negligible. We made this design choice in order to facilitate movement of characters in the world, for the sake of pursuing roleplay. While often the realism of carrying a load and needing to rest can generate spontaneous roleplay on its own, in normal cases it should be rather easy to move around.
Since Emmaline has her waterproof cloak, she's able to keep both her new clothes and herself from getting too wet in the storm. An umbrella would also do the job, but she doesn't have one. She's determined to get to the Poets' Guild, though! Full disclosure: this storm was unplanned on our part for the showcase. However, weather is an important part of Avaria, and it was apparently just as determined as Emmaline to show its face here.
Emmaline's movement messages are now preceded by \"battling through the shrieking gale\"! We can see by looking at her garments that her cloak is getting wet, but her new kaftan is staying dry. The downpour lessens as she walks on her way, remembering where Iziro told her that the Poets' Guild is located.
Thankfully, the storm has lessened a bit already. REMEMBER is a command that works just like THINK and FEEL. Iziro told Emmaline where the Poets' Guild building was located before, and she remembers. The Via Magna and Via Maris cross each other in the center of Omrazir, so these large streets are great landmarks to reference. Other streets and neighborhoods intertwine chaotically through the city's terraces, making an enchanting, mysterious, as well as potentially-frustrating (and dangerous in some neighborhoods) place to get lost. There are many small interactive touches in the world, along with unique atmosphere echoes and hidden passages that may be discovered. We want to make a game that rewards exploration and immersion, where you can step into your imagination and simply exist as a character for a while. Many things in the environment are dependent on time, and also on the weather, as can be seen in this sensory description that happens only during the rain.
A sensory description on the street is related to the current weather.
Eventually, Emmaline arrives at Poets' Place: a distinguished plaza in front of the Poets' Guild. When she tries to enter the building itself, she finds her way barred by an organizational guard. These are NPCS who will block non-members of an organization, or members of too low a rank, from passing through certain entrances. She waits around, a little despondent, hoping to see someone of note. You can change the way you appear in the room with the POSE command, and here we will pose Emmaline waiting. This seems like typical behavior at this location, judging by the room description. As a side note: using thinks and feels can often alert staff storytellers to the fact that a PC is waiting somewhere, unable to continue their story easily without some help.
An image showing Emmaline's arrival at the Poets' Place, and what she does and sees there. A kingfisher sighting seems to be a cause for joy among a crowd of revelers.
April 1st in the game world is Pavana 1st, the Avarian New Year. Eventually, we want to have scheduled events for lore holidays, but for now some staff members send a few special echoes to Emmaline's location, depicting the celebrations of surrounding VNPCS. And then, a resplendently-dressed poet walks out! This is an animated NPC. In the beginning, when the game first opens, it is likely that all high-ranking members of various organizations will be NPCs. They will always be accessible in game, and roaming around their turf with their specific set routine, until a staff member animates them. These NPCs are intended to facilitate stories for players, and eventually player characters will take more high-ranking roles. The presence of organizational NPCs, however, should hopefully alleviate the stress of in-game player leadership and give PC leaders a staff-based support structure to lean on if they wish.
(Here is a text version of the roleplay log for anyone who finds the images difficult to read, or who wants to see the full version that doesn't show in just image snips.)
The poet who has emerged from the edifice is Arezou Rufsahni, and seems to be a famous and celebrated figure. Emmaline catches his attention, and he asks her to walk with him. She falls in, looking at him with a grateful nod.
As it happens, this poet appears to be one of the most famous figures in the Poets' Guild. He is on his way to somewhere, and invites Emmaline to join him so that they can speak. She follows, and they walk through the city while conversing. Adding parentheses when you look at someone will produce an emote, while otherwise there is no notification to anyone else that you used the LOOK command. Sometimes, after all, you may be checking what someone looks like for OOC reasons.
Following works in a fairly simple manner. You FOLLOW someone and then whenever they move, you move as well (if you are able to). It is possible to follow in tandem, so that if either person moves, the other moves with them -- but if you get separated, all following ends. If you FOLLOW someone, then it will be easy for them to lose you, but if you CHASE someone, it's more difficult for them to lose you and it requires a skill check. You can stop following by using FOLLOW ME or FOLLOW STOP.
Some exits have delayed traversal times, due to either the method used to move (such as climbing or crawling) or to the nature of the specific location, such as moving along a winding alleyway. To show some subtleties of Emmaline's unfamiliarity with the area, we will use the HMOTE ("hidden" emote) command to show her looking around the markets. This is akin to a whisper in that some people may notice it, if they are close enough or sufficiently observant, but it is likely to go completely unseen. It is a good way to add nuance to a character without being dramatically obvious, and if another person is specifically WATCHing you, they will almost certainly see any hidden emotes.
Despite Emmaline being overwhelmed by an unfamiliar part of the city, Arezou Rufsahni's destination isn't far. The Thieves' Treasure is a rebelliously-artsy drinking establishment on the western side of the city (and not actually a hangout for thieves). Here, it appears that Arezou is meeting a fellow poet. Emmaline introduces herself. Here, you can see the use of INTRODUCE, which is most often used to get local NPCs to recognize you, but also displays an emote that can be useful for players as well.
Emmaline meets Djafira, a prickly protege of Arezou Rufsahni. This image shows the use of HMOTE in terms of giving subtler emotes, as well as the INTRODUCE command that presents a quick and basic method of introducing yourself accurately.
Emmaline reveals her intention to join the Poets' Guild. Djafira is scornful, and barely tries to hide it, but Arezou continues to be intrigued by Emmaline and suggests that she return in one month and audition with a performance in flawless Sirdabi. This is obviously a big challenge for Emmaline, but she accepts.
Emmaline accepts the opportunity from Arezou Rufsahni, and establishes the beginning of a relationship with both Djafira and the elderly poet.
Back at the caravanserai, Emmaline starts to plan a performance. Different professions have their own mechanics; Avaria is not just a game for bards, of course. There are some mechanics that we are unable to explore with Emmaline, such as hunting, sailing, tinkering, mining, animal husbandry, and so on. The game world is vast enough in both lore and mechanics that one character's niche, while perhaps at times overlapping with another's, cannot realistically encompass everything. One professional mechanic that we can demonstrate through Emmaline's story, however, is performance.
There are many performing-type skills (such as acrobatics, dissembling, singing, dance, and the playing of various instruments) that will grant performance abilities. These abilities will allow you to review your repertoire of performances and plan new ones, and then to rehearse, perform, and publicize your performances.
When we check Emmaline's repertoire, using the REPERTOIRE command, we can see that she has no specifically planned and rehearsed performances. Of course, that doesn't mean that she hasn't been performing all this time. Free-form performing through emotes alone is encouraged and welcome, so we'll just say that Emmaline has been winging it.
The snip shows checking one's repertoire, and beginning to plan a new performance with the PLAN PERFORMANCE command.
Now, however, she wants to plan a performance. She decides to compose a song in honor of Mira, her guardian and mentor back in Merouen, because while in Ruvera she tried to avoid singing directly about the hedge witch for safety's sake, she feels more secure doing so in Omrazir where such things seem to be more acceptable. Planning a performance entails assigning the main skill that would be used (in this case "vocals"), as well as categorizing the performance with a genre (in this case, we will leave it as "drama"), naming the performance (we named it simply "Mira"), and lining up a series of actions that would be taken in order to perform.
Emmaline plans a few actions of her performance and wraps up the planning, adding the draft to her repertoire in order to try rehearsing what she has so far.
Now we're lining up actions. These are in the forms of commands, so if we want to make sure we're speaking a certain language, we'll put that in there. Using the SING or RECITE commands will allow you to insert forward slashes in order to separate lines in a stanza. These commands will be issued automatically at an evenly-paced rhythm when we start performing (until the performance is finished, or we stop, or are otherwise interrupted). So, we shouldn't make any of these emotes overly long, and if we want a thoughtful pause, we can insert one on its own. Once we're done planning, we can complete the performance, and it now becomes a part of Emmaline's repertoire.
The number of times a performance has been practiced will add to its final score up to a limited bonus, which will determine the reactions of vNPCs in the area. So, when planning a very important performance, it's a good idea to rehearse. After planning some of her performance, Emmaline starts to do just that...
Using the STOP command will stop a performance anytime.
Whoops, there's a knock on the door! At any time when performing or rehearsing, you can stop with the STOP command. This command works for anything that has a delayed outcome or is ongoing. Most doors have peepholes that you can look out through, so Emmaline does that now, using the PEER command. She sees Iziro outside, and then shortly hears him calling.
Emmaline converses with Iziro through the door, adding a new impression to their relationship that shows she is beginning to consider him to be a true friend.
Using shouting commands such as scream/shout/bellow/et cetera will echo your noise through the surrounding rooms, so if you don't want to do that, you can simply address a direction. Here, Emmaline will say something to the door. If someone is not positioned at that direction, they will only be able to hear a vague murmur, but since Emmaline and Iziro are standing directly on opposite sides of the door, they can hear each other easily. Further, since they have already established a relationship, new impressions can be made at any time and there is no need for the direct presence of the other.
We'll leave Emmaline to tell Iziro about her exciting news, and close this chapter in Emmaline's story. Of course, when we get a chance, we'll go ahead and develop her story arc further -- thus earning more experience, which this time we'll probably want to invest in furthering her singing skills. During this next month, Emmaline will be rigorously practicing her Sirdabi, and she will also enlist Iziro's help in learning the language through conversation. She will add more lines to her song -- planning a performance with the same name will override the old one in her repertoire. And she will adjust and rehearse her performance multiple times, growing more and more comfortable with it, until the fated moment where she will audition before the crowd at the vaunted Poets' Guild.
When the next month rolls around, we'll see Emmaline's performance and whether she will be accepted or not. Until then!
2023.04.01 17:06 Bownage Smol prospector
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2023.04.01 15:03 fabricwench 🎉R/SEWING ONE MILLION SUBSCRIBERS MILESTONE POST!🎉
Yep, that is right, no April Fools joke here! This week Sewing reached 1 million subscribers. Good job, everyone, for making Sewing such a great place to hang out and talk about sewing. The mod team is ready to mark the occasion by rolling out some new features we are very excited about.
Fun facts! Last year, we grew from 471K to 913K subscribers, almost doubling the size of the subreddit. We also broke subreddit records for top posts of all time, 9 of the top 10 were in 2022.
Today we are happy to announce the release of the Sewing Fabric Shop Map! With over 2300 entries it's already super useful for locating the closest fabric stores in your area. But it isn't complete, we need more shops! Please take a look and see if your favorite shops are on the map. Then head over to our Fabric Store Recommendation post to add the shops you love!
Check back tomorrow for a new announcement with a new feature release and more fun facts about the subreddit!
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Fun facts! Last year, we grew from 471K to 913K subscribers, almost doubling the size of the subreddit. We also broke subreddit records for top posts of all time, 9 of the top 10 were in 2022.
Today we are happy to announce the release of the Sewing Fabric Shop Map! With over 2300 entries it's already super useful for locating the closest fabric stores in your area. But it isn't complete, we need more shops! Please take a look and see if your favorite shops are on the map. Then head over to our Fabric Store Recommendation post to add the shops you love!
Check back tomorrow for a new announcement with a new feature release and more fun facts about the subreddit!
2023.04.01 13:59 rikuzero1 Global exclusive Volt-Fortitude simulacra Yuno (subject to change)
 | submitted by rikuzero1 to TowerofFantasy [link] [comments] https://preview.redd.it/9hczpvpkg9ra1.png?width=646&format=png&auto=webp&s=1fe00d8b0c6ab9f5d34d5699e5a41667afed6dcf ==Simulacra=== Type: Volt - Fortitude Simulacra: Yuno Weapon: Proteus -Shatter: 10.50 -Charge: 14.00 -Attack 18 -HP 1165 -Crit 14 ==Skill== -Fortitude Resonance: Cry of Weakness: Holding down the skill continually taunts nearby enemies and deal bonus shatter damage for up to 3 seconds and applying 1 mark of Predation to each enemy every 0.5 seconds. Upon releasing the skill, a magnetic needle substitute is made for 2 seconds times the duration held plus 1 to which aggro is temporarily transferred until expiration. Enemies that attack the substitute are taunted and receive 0.1x reflected damage. Become invisible for 4 seconds or until the Wanderer attacks an enemy or the substitute expires. While invisible, movement speed is increased by 35%, dodges cover twice the distance in the same time, and the next attack that hits a target deals +100% shatter damage and weakens the target's ATK by 15% for 10 seconds. Cooldown: 5 seconds x duration held + 10 (Max 25s). -Non-Fortitude Resonance: Cry of Strength: Holding down the skill continually lowers aggro towards the Wanderer while dealing damage equal to 225% of ATK plus 12 per second for up to 3 seconds and applying 1 mark of Predation to each nearby enemy every 0.5 seconds. Upon releasing the skill, leap at the target with a horror beast claw, dealing dash attack damage equal to 418% of ATK plus 22 as a guaranteed crit with +30% crit damage and reducing the target's crit resistance by 5 levels for 10 seconds. Detonates any magnetic needle nodes touched by the attack independent of their cooldowns, each node dealing area damage equaling 76% of ATK plus 4, recovering 15 weapon charge per node detonated, and placing an additional node for 12 seconds. Cooldown: 2 seconds x duration held + 10 (Max 16s). -Predation: Per mark up to 5 marks, enemies have crit resistance lowered by 2 levels and for critical hits taken: receive 1% more shatter and have 2% reduced elemental resistance. The Wanderer's movement speed increases by 3% per nearby mark active, up to 5 marks. Marks decay at a rate of 1 every 5 seconds. ==Discharge== -Fortitude Resonance: Unbreakable Will: When weapon charge is full or Phantasia is triggered, switching to this weapon from another weapon removes all debuffs from the wielder and constructs a metal plate wall that stops projectiles for 5 seconds while dispersing magnetic needles into a ring which pulls in enemies towards the wall before scattering on the ground, reducing the movement speed of enemies within by 30% while dealing continuous damage equal to 76% of ATK plus 4 per second for 5 seconds with increased aggro generation. Damage immunity lasts 1.5 seconds while the skill is active (unavailable in Apex League). -Non-Fortitude Resonance: Revenger's Requiem: Quickly leap to the target and slash multiple times, dealing total damage equal to 580% of ATK plus 31 and scattering 3 magnetic needle nodes for 12 seconds, max 7 on the field. Each node can be detonated by any volt weapon's electrify effect upon becoming fully charged, each dealing area damage equal to 76% of ATK plus 2 and recovering 15 weapon charge for each node detonated. Node detonation cooldown: 5 seconds. Damage immunity lasts 1.5 seconds while the skill is active (unavailable in Apex League). 1\*: While wielding Proteus, dodge attack damage that also critically hits applies a Predation mark and deals +20% crit damage and +25% shatter. 2\*: Increase the current weapon's base ATK growth by 16%. 3\*: --Balance: For each mark of Predation active while wielding Proteus, dodging heals the Wanderer by 1% of max HP, reduces damage received by 1% for 3 seconds, and increases healing effect by 4% for 15 seconds. Cooldown: 10 seconds. --Fortitude: For each mark of Predation active, unleashing any skill or discharge heals the Wanderer by 1% of max HP and reduces damage taken by 2% for 5 seconds. Cooldown: 5 seconds. In addition, for each nearby mark of Predation active while wielding Proteus, a party member unleashing a skill heals the Wanderer by 1% of max HP. Cooldown: 5 seconds. --Attack: For each magnetic needle node detonated while wielding Proteus, heal the Wanderer by 1% of max HP. Cooldown: 10 seconds. --Benediction: For each magnetic needle node detonated, heal party members by 17.5% of ATK within triple the detonation radius and increases party ATK by 2% for 5 seconds for each mark of Predation active. --Only the highest stack of marks is counted. 4\*: Increase the current weapon's base HP growth by 32%. 5\*: Enemies receive 1% more damage dealt by the Wanderer for each mark of Predation. While wielding Proteus, restore 4 weapon charge points for each nearby mark of Predation active per second. Only the highest stack of marks is counted. 6\*: Increase Predation max to 7. In addition, increase Crit Rate by 1% and Crit Damage by 2% for each mark of Predation active. Only the highest stack of marks is counted. "Originally invented by Project Ark for testing on G2-U subjects to wield inhuman instincts by substituting missing limbs with electrically charged magnetic needles in their insane plan to elevate humanity, this Proteus has been modified to recharge mid-combat and utilize metal plates which can camouflage." ==Normal Attack== atk x5: While on the ground, attack 5 times. -First Attack: Deal damage equal to 56.6% of ATK plus 3. -Second Attack: Deal damage equal to 19.7% of ATK plus 1. -Third Attack: Deal damage equal to 30%% of ATK plus 2. -Fourth Attack: Deal damage equal to 47.1% of ATK plus 3. -Fifth Attack: Deal damage equal to 136.8% of ATK plus 7 and strongly suspend the target. jump + atk x3: While airborne, use normal attack to attack 3 times in a row in mid-air. -First Attack: Deal damage equal to 107.9% of ATK plus 6. -Second Attack: Deal damage equal to 114.0% of ATK plus 6. -Third Attack: Launch the enemy at a nearby target or at the ground below if there is none, creating a shockwave upon landing that deals area damage equal to 142.8% of ATK plus 8 and stunning targets for 1 second. If the enemy cannot be launched, instead deal damage equal to 172.1% of ATK plus 9 and recover 100 energy weapon charge. hold: Fortitude Resonance: Tap and hold normal attack to take a defensive stance for up to 3 seconds, reducing damage taken by 20% and recovering 10 weapon energy charge per 1% of max HP lost while held. Releasing the normal attack button while holding a direction performs a dodge covering twice the distance in the same time. Releasing before getting hit performs the dodge at no cost, constructs a substitute for 2 seconds to which all aggro is transferred until expiration, and the Wanderer becomes invisible for 2 seconds or until the Wanderer attacks an enemy. If a dodge cannot be performed, instead cast the standing version of this skill. Releasing the normal attack button without holding a direction unleashes an area attack that deals damage equal to 167.3% of ATK plus 9. Releasing before getting hit doubles the damage reduction, energy recharge, and shatter damage, while applying a 0.2x damage reflection to the area attack. hold: Non-Fortitude Resonance: Tap and hold normal attack to gather magnetic needle nodes on the field and place them in a line towards the target, each node dealing area damage equal to 38% of ATK plus 1 and refreshing their durations. This consumes 1 node. jump + hold: Tap and hold normal attack while airborne, or use normal attack while climbing, jumping backward, or using the Jetpack to trigger aerial branch attacks, to barrel downwards into the target with a horror beast form, dealing damage equal to 154.5% of ATK plus 8 damage, strongly suspending targets. The higher the altitude when triggering the attack, the greater the damage dealt, up to 600% damage. ==Dodge== dodge + atk: Tap normal attack during the short period after dodging. Let out a long and narrow projectile in sandworm form which penetrates the target and returns, dealing damage equal to 78.1% of ATK plus 4, and recovers HP and energy weapon charge proportional to total shatter damage dealt from critical hits. Restore up to 1 dodge if the attack shatters a target's shield. If Fortitude Resonance is activated and the Wanderer is invisible before attacking, taunt enemies hit. If Fortitude Resonance is not activated, detonate any magnetic needle nodes touched by the attack as if triggering electrify from fully charging a volt weapon, each node dealing area damage equaling 76% of ATK plus 4 and recovering 15 weapon charge per node detonated. ==Trait== -Sixth Sense(1.2k): For every 1 second you or your substitute is targeted by an enemy, gain a stack of Adaptation which reduces damage received by 2%, increases resistance for the element last damaged with by 4%, and makes critical hits ignore elemental resistance by 2%, per stack up to 3 stacks. For every 1.5 seconds not targeted, lose 1 stack. Unleashing a skill with Proteus grants 3 stacks of Adaptation. -Primal Instinct(4k): For every 1 second you or your substitute is targeted by an enemy, gain a stack of Adaptation which reduces damage received by 3%, increases resistance for the element last damaged with by 6%, and makes critical hits ignore elemental resistance by 3%, per stack up to 5 stacks. For every 1.5 seconds not targeted, lose 1 stack. While at 4 or more stacks, become immune to knockback on the ground and double the duration of Predation marks. Unleashing a skill with Proteus grants 5 stacks of Adaptation. ==Matrices== -2-piece set: Increase Crit Rate by 5/6/7/8% and Crit Damage by 7/8/9/10%. Taunting an enemy reduces its crit resistance by 2/3/4/5 levels for 3 seconds. This Matrix's effects work in the off-hand slot, but only the set with the highest star rating will take effect. -4-piece set: Increases speed of obtaining weapon charge by 12/13%/14%/15% plus 2% for each magnetic needle node on the field. For every 1% of max HP lost, recover 5 weapon energy charge. In addition, for every 200 weapon charge recovered, deal volt damage equal to 7/8/9/10% ATK to nearby enemies. This Matrix's effects work in the off-hand slot, but only the set with the highest star rating will take effect. ==Character Background== Log 1: Yuno, formerly known as Subject G2-U No.7, was born into the secret laboratory under Project Ark in the outskirts of Vera. On the surface, Project Ark aimed to conserve wildlife. Underneath, its true aim was to store the DNA of every creature into a human's to elevate humanity into the pinnacle of evolution and true apex of nature while obtaining the scientific freedom to exterminate all threatening species once stored. Comprised of 12 scientists and 36 miscellaneous staff, in secret they gave birth to 18 children to be used as the first generation test subjects. 12 designated G1-O subjects under the Overlay method of fusing animal parts to learn and integrate the DNA directly, and 6 designated G1-U under the Underlay method of injecting various substances such as blood and hormones to restructure the body instinctually as it grows. All G1-O subjects died, 4 of which died of surgical complications, 3 were hostile, and 2 were abducted by their defected parents and subsequently disposed of. 3 G1-U subjects died of poison-like symptoms and 3 survived with no apparent differences other than prominent hair growth and confused neurological behavior. Afterwards, 9 scientists and 28 staff remained, giving birth to the second generation of 16, 4 designated G2-O with significantly reduced fusions and 10 designated G2-U with varying degrees of raised injection levels and antibodies alongside the newly invented complementary equipment designed to wield prominent instinctive behavior in their intended form without physical complications, a fabric resembling a fur coat named Proteus. Proteus utilized magnetic needles attached to areas closest to the nervous system and used a battery to extend the instinct-induced neurological signals sent to the detachable needles to form substitutes for the missing limbs, taking from needle reserves located on the cuffs and collar when necessary. Of the 4 G2-O subjects, 2 couldn't move their fused limbs and were deemed failures, 1 became completely paralyzed and disposed of, and 1 showed remarkable success, becoming the focus of the project in preparation for G3-O. G2-O No.3 had little strength but had enhanced hearing and could pick up objects with his tail. Most of the G2-U subjects, however, showed hostility almost immediately after integrating enough with Proteus to form a weapon as if their minds were taken over by feral instincts and now had a fighting chance against their captors. Of the 10 G2-U's, 7 met their end this way, 2 were defiant but weak and thus kept until the final weeks of generation 2 to provide data for G3-U, and 1 strangely showed no signs of defiance nor reaction from Proteus. This was strange because G2-U No.7 received the strongest DNA injections. Because of his obedience, G2-U No.7 was allowed to work as manual labor while the project focused on G2-O No.3. What they didn't know was it wasn't that G2-U No.7 didn't possess the instincts he was given, it was that the first instinct he awakened to was one that let him foresee his death and adapt to the situation, becoming obedient and feigning weakness as well as internally mastering Proteus during each "failed" test. Eventually, G2-U No.7 developed enough affinity with Proteus to use his own hair and other metals as a substitute for the magnetic needles with or without Proteus, as long as they were connected by electricity. It was nearing the time in which the generation 3 phase of the project begins and G2-U No.7 could foresee the imminent death of generation 2. With each day he planted hidden hairs and metal plates in rooms, and once he had enough, he initiated his escape plan. First required getting G2-O No.3's cooperation. One night, G2-U No.7 tied together numerous strands of hair and with the small amount of electricity afforded to him with a night light he had innocently requested the week prior, he made this long thread travel through the air vents, as if it itself was a sandworm, into G2-O No.3's soundproofed room that he was almost never allowed to leave from, and constrict G2-O No.3's pinky until it dislocated. With this, G2-O No.3 would be taken out of his soundproofed room in the morning and put into the medical bay to treat his injury, and he can establish communication during the day he is tasked to clean the adjacent room. Whispering as to not be heard by security cameras, G2-U No.7 told him of their imminent death once generation 3 is born soon, and if he wants to prevent that, he has to follow through with a plan not yet disclosed. As the discussion is only one-way, agreement was decided on whether he lies to his escort by saying he could hear someone injured in the Proteus testing room as he's being escorted back. Evidently, the agreement was made. Just as G2-U No.7 heared footsteps toward that direction, he once again took out his long thread of hair, but this time he pretended to accidentally bump into the security camera while cleaning it, exposing the wires. With a lethal amount of electricity now, he quickly extended the thread across the room and into the hallway towards the Proteus testing room, reaching the door faster than the escort and connecting to the 2 strands of hidden hair on the sides of the door at neck height. As soon as the escort opened the door and tried walking through but instead came into contact with the thread, all of the siphonable electricity was channeled into it, killing the escort and shutting down the camera system. This was the moment he secretly trained his legs every night for. With the speed augmented by his strong saber-toothed wolf DNA, he rushed across the room, down the hall, and through the door before it closed, dragging the escort's body in with him. With the keycard he now possessed, he quickly unlocked and equipped Proteus just in time before the facility went into lockdown. But now with Proteus which he already mastered and a full battery, he easily ripped open the door with his horror beast claws formed by the magnetic needles. Then once he left the room, he picked up the couple hidden metal plates in the hall, attached them to his arms as shields, then sent out the rest of the magnetic needles to find and detonate with electricity each hidden strand of hair that was placed near lights and communications equipment, providing the cover of darkness for him to slip through the approaching armed guards. He stealthily killed each person nearby as he collected every metal plate to attach to Proteus and complete his defensive armor against the remaining guards and turrets he knew were waiting at the exit. As he finished, he met G2-O No.3. Being the kindhearted pacifist the staff raised him to be so he would obediently offer himself up as research material for generation 3, G2-O No.3 pleaded for him to stop killing everyone. The mind that was more human than monster remained unaware and manipulated into choosing his parents who gave him fake love. But to G2-U No.7 whose mind was only half human, he still saw G2-O No.3 as his only surviving comrade, the only one he could consider a friend despite their only previous conversation being one-sided. If only he could see the fakeness and lies, he could abandon these true monsters, even *if* they are his parents. With little time to talk, G2-U No.7 simply refused and headed to the exit, bluffingly threatening to kill him as well if he tries to stop him. As he turned the corner, he's met with the expected remaining guards and turrets, but suprisingly 2 scientists who didn't flee. They were G2-O No.3's biological parents. What's more, they didn't attack yet, as if they were waiting for something. G2-O No.3 then came into the room and the parents tell him that G2-U No.7 is about to kill them, his loving parents, and that he needs to protect them by killing. This was a desperate attempt at a pincer attack, but it was a useless effort, for they raised their child to be so pacifistic that no suddenly developed instinct could lead him to harm them. This would turn out well, G2-U No.7 thought, as G2-O No.3 would either be too afraid to take action or deal insignificant damage, but the worst case happened that G2-U No.7 couldn't have expected: he instead put himself between them and pleaded for G2-U No.7 to be spared and the fighting to stop. He had chosen not just his human parents but also a murderous half-monster as equals. Could he only see everyone here as redeemable humans? Could he have believed G2-U No.7's words because he couldn't imagine that anybody would lie? Distracted by the shock of seeing what transpired, G2-U No.7 couldn't react in time before the scientists took the first shot, killing G2-O No.3 who was in the way. Enraged at the betrayal of the greatest kindness he had seen in his life, G2-U No.7 lunged at them, indulging in his primal instincts as he ripped them apart in an act of pure predation. With him being the only survivor inside the lab, only he could hear the sorrowful cries he let out as the only person who treated him as a human died before him. This was also the first time he awakened to his gooseneck beast instincts, as it was only then he was allowed to express the feelings of strength in overcoming his enemies and weakness in losing what he desired to protect. If he would ever have something worth protecting again, he would protect it with everything he had without hesitation. G2-U No.7: escaped, age 6. G2-O No.3: deceased, age 6. Project Ark: mysteriously abandoned. Log 2: As a monster who is a chimera of human, sandworm, saber-toothed wolf, horror beast, shielded beast, and gooseneck beast, the now free G2-U No.7 knew he could survive anywhere but wouldn't belong anywhere. And so, clinging onto the feeling of being treated as a human and the hope that he can meet someone like that again, he snuck onto a cargo ship and into Mirroria, a place where, strangely, his first thought upon arrival was that his friend would've complained how noisy it was. With a lonesome life in the shadows of Mirroria scavenging for food and electricity and running from M-SEC waiting for him, and with the hope of meeting a friend one day, he spent his new life being both the phantom protector of Mirroria and the phantom thief, who not even Captain Saki Fuwa could manage to catch in the end. 4 years pass, G2-U No.7, age 10, finds his life comfortable. Despite not yet finding a friend, being known as both a human-like protector and monster-like thief best suits him. Not even his instinctive foresight could warn him of how his comfortable life would get upturned by another beast in human form. One day in typical fashion, he would steal an unattended piece of food, but this time it wasn't merely a half eaten sandwich, it was a whole pizza! He swiftly snatched it and retreated to the rooftops to eat it in peace, but just as he was about to finish the last piece, a scream could be heard where he had stolen the pizza. It wasn't a fully human scream either--it had an intimidating sense of feral power behind it. Slightly unnerved, he hopped down and wandered off into the back alleys to not get involved. But he could hear footsteps follow him, even though he took secret passages and moved in full stealth that was impossible for humans to hear. It was as if he was being tracked by scent, which should also be impossible for humans. Surprised at how long the chase had gone on, he had forgotten about how much battery was left in Proteus, and when he hit a dead end, it was run dry and he couldn't scale the high wall. The determined creature finally caught up, but what appeared from the shadows was merely a girl with silver hair and 2 dogs. They only appeared small and harmless until he looked into the girl's eyes and for the third time in his life foresaw his imminent death, for he was powerless before her overwhelming power without Proteus nor a nearby power source. His only option was to play dead the moment she hit him. The last thing he remembered before losing consciousness was being yelled and barked at while being incessantly kicked despite playing dead. When he awoke inside a cozy room, the same monstrously intimidating girl stood before him and asked him if anything was broken, where his parents were, and his name. Up until then, he only had one name, the horrid name given by a group of monsters to treat him as an expendable tool, but it was also the only thing he had left to remember his only friend by. So with a tone of certainty and pride in what he is, he responded "Yuno." It was only later that Yuno found out the girl was only forced to care for his wounds by her caretaker so people wouldn't find out she beat up a kid and ruin her fresh public image. But that minor detail didn't matter--he once again felt like he was treated as a human, and if someone like her can belong here out in the open, then so can he. Although quite young, after hearing about his speed and skills, the girl's caretaker found him work at M-SEC and cared for under Saki Fuwa, who simply sighed at the sight of him as if she lost a race. Because he's too young to be publicly employed and his fighting is a bit unorthadox, he continues his role as the phantom protector but this time embracing his monster side where the phantom thief once occupied. Having Proteus repaired from years of neglect, extended to fit his growing body, and upgraded to collect energy mid-combat and to enable the armor plates to camouflage, this marks a turning point in his life. Ironically, with the same instincts he foresaw his death as a monster with, he now foresees his future as one where he is human and full of life. He will live as the kind of redeemable human his first friend saw in him, and he will protect everyone who gave him a chance and accepted him. ==Trivia==
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2023.04.01 11:35 LucioIsMineBitches Marinette is not a normal girl with a normal life...
- Her parents owns one of the most famous Bakeries and they have a whole entire building for them which is extremely expensive. They are located in a nice neighborhood, rather wealthy.
Her wiki page says the 21th but there is only 20 arrondissements. If it's was in real life, Marinette would live in the 5th arrondissement of Paris which is an expensive one.
The average salary in the 5th arrondissement is around 36 083 euros per year which is 39224,03 dollars. The national average salary is about 20 590 euros per year which is about 22382,36 dollars.
So to begin with, Marinette's family is very comfortable, they earn way more than an average french people.
Plus you also have to look at the hobbies. Marinette is a designer, she likes to sew. Sewing is probably one of the most expensive hobby.
I know it, because I'm sewing too (I'm not living in Paris) and I can tell you that it's everything but not cheap.
Fabric is expensive. Meters and meters of good and nice quality fabric are expensive outside of the Capital, so in Paris, it's can only be more expensive.
A good starting sewing machine is almost 100-200 euros (107-218 dollars). Then you also need needles, thread, pins, ruler, markers...
Oh and I forgot, Marinette has a dummy in her room. It's around 130-150 euros for a very basic one.
Not to mention, you have to have space for sewing. To cut fabric, you need place. Square meters are very expensive in Paris, if she have the entire sewing materials and sew with no problems, she is probably not "average" girl.
Think about it, the girl has a freaking dummy in her bedroom. I'm living in countryside and even in my room who is nice, I can't fit one.
She has a place to do makeup in her own bedroom, a sort of sofa (this kind of things are very expensive), multiples carpets... And with all of this, not even a closet for clothes. She doesn't have a closet in her bedroom when she is supposed to be a stylist...
- Her school is filled with special people who have connections to celebrities or rich people.
There isn't a single delinquent in her school. Everyone is nice and kind except for Chloé and Lila who are the mean girls but otherwise, everything is perfect... The school is always proper and clean... There's isn't a single teenager smoking or trying to sell drugs...
Her best friend have a very popular blog around Paris who is watched by thousands of people, so she is an influencer who doesn't even need to show her boobs to have views which is very very rare. (Because let's be honest, most famous females influencer tend to show some cleavage or attributes to gain some followers.)
Nino is a DJ at a very young age who already have a DJ set... But at least a DJ set is still less expensive than Marinette's sewing hobby. I would even argue that Nino is the most normal dude of the entire class, which is probably why he isn't appreciated.
Chloe is the daughter of the mayor, she's rich and spoiled...
Sabrina is the daughter of the police "chief" because Roger is the main police officer in the episode, so he isn't a simple policeman. And she hangs out with a rich chick (although we can argue that she is being abused by Chloe).
Adrien is the son of one of the most famous fashion designer of Paris. Also rich and privileged.
Juleka is the daughter of a famous rockstar...
Alix's dad owns the Louvre Museum, just that...
Max created a smart IA robot who can move and thinks on it owns to the point of being able to become akumatized like a real senti-being. If he isn't the son of a couple of robotics engineers, I no longer understand anything.
Kim is friend with a nerd like Max... Usually, jocks doesn't give a fck about nerds and if this school is an elitist one, that's mean Kim parents are rich enough to enroll him in this institution, because Kim is a monkey brain and it's probably not his grades who helped him to get inside the school.
Rose had a date with a Prince from another country. Oh and she is also the rock singer of their band, very normal for sure...
Zoe lived in New york and speaks french perfectly... Half daughter of a rich model celebrity (Audrey)... Very normal...
Nathaniel is a mangaka at already such a young age... But okay, at least it's not too unbelievable.
Lila is a liar for sure, but for some reason, she has 3 moms, have been in different schools under different identities and she has a basements with wigs and costumes... Very normal indeed...
I would say that Nino, Mylene, Ivan and Nathaniel are the most "normal" persons in their class, which may be the reason of why they are underrated. They are "too normal" compared to the rest.
Not to mention that they can somehow privatize an entire football field to play there as in the Penalteam episode... Like how is that supposed to be "average" and "normal"?
It's like Emily in Paris, I'm amazed at how these kind of shows are portraying an "average" representation of the french society.
People in these shows, never have money problems, live in perfectly clean areas, never have daily life problems such as late common transports or bad weather...
Everyone is handsome, every place is amazing... There are almost no strikes.
I thought that my country was known for it's strikes and protests but in this show, the only protests we have is Mega leech for some trees and a park.
In both show, the Paris who is described is the rich Paris, the one for the rich people and the elitist. Marinette is definitely not a normal girl, she is a rich parisian girl who is lucky to live in the best places of Paris which is not the case for lot of parisians.
2023.04.01 06:08 alfsuperfan This is 13 pages long. This is my entire story.
Finding this subreddit has been so therapeutic and validating for me. I’m 26, married to the love of my life (32M) with the most amazing 5yo stepdaughter.
Reading all of your stories has inspired me to sit down and type out my own. I must warn you, there are times when I am the villain. Buckle up. This is a small novel.
If we start at the very beginning, my DH began dating HCBM (33) when they were very young in their early 20s. Shortly into their relationship it became clear to DH that she was struggling with very severe alcoholism. I cannot even begin to write out all of the stories I have heard from DH about her alcoholism. He was very young, didn’t have a positive model for a healthy relationship as a child. He believed he could help HCBM. They were extremely on and off together for almost 7 years. Every time he’d try to break up with her she would weasel her way back in. She would go as far as showing up at his family events because she had his family wrapped around her finger (don’t worry, that changed. Read on.) She almost drank herself to death several times. The police in her town know her by name and recognize her car because her family has had to call in for welfare checks so many times. She’s had bits where she’s gone missing for several hours. Been listed as a missing person. Had the police ping her phone. I’ve read the police reports myself.
Where do I even begin with her family? Her parents are extremely proud. They own two businesses in their small town. They’re the kind of people who are very obsessed with image and making people think they’re wealthy. HCBM started drinking when she was 16. Her parents would deal with her problem by sweeping it under the rug and hiding it. They cared more about their pride than getting her the help she needed. When they were together, my DH was often the one who would drive her to AA meetings. HCBM didn’t like AA because she felt she was above the other people there. Her family now despises my DH, and weaves a narrative that she drank because of her toxic relationship with him. Though her drinking problems existed long before and after their relationship.
I’ll share a few stores in particular with the goal of establishing the absolute delusion that HCBM feeds to anyone who will listen about my DH.
There was one evening where they were at my DH’s uncle’s house in the city. The thing about HCBM is that you never saw her drink until she was drunk. She’d sneak in a bathroom or what have you to drink. DH and HCBM got into some kind of argument and she ran off into the city late at night. DH spent several hours driving around the city searching for her until he finally found her in a bar, making out with a random guy. He said “you can take her home tonight” and left. Several hours later in the wee hours of the morning, HCBM stumbled back to the uncle’s house, wasted and crying.
Another occasion, DH was at work and HCBM was at his apartment (she did not live there) and went to hang out with his upstairs neighbors who were girls. She got drunk with them. When DH got home, he tried to explain to his neighbors that she had a problem and shouldn’t be drinking…. They said “don’t control her! That’s manipulative”. DH went back downstairs, HCBM followed, and they fought. She ran back to the neighbors crying and the girls stormed down into his apartment saying “What did you do to her? What did you do to her?!”
A different time HCBM was drunk she had locked herself in DH’s roommate’s room. He was trying to explain to her that she needed to come out, that it wasn't his room and she couldn’t be in there. HCBM called DH’s mom (now my MIL) and began wailing “he’s doing it again, he’s being crazy again!” God knows what she was talking about. Eventually DH called HCBM’s dad who came to pick her up. HCBM’s dad dragged her by her arm down the stairs rather roughly, and DH got upset, like “hey I get that she is drunk and being a problem but you can’t manhandle her like that” so HCBM’s dad responded my shoving DH up against a wall and holding his arm to his throat.
Shall I go on? There are dozens more. The worst is yet to come.
Anyways, about four years into their relationship, after multiple incidents of infidelity on her part, DH started chatting with other women sporadically. He says he knew it was wrong, but he thought if he could show himself there were other women out there who could make him happy, other stable relationships he could be in, he might be able to get away from HCBM. It was about five years into their relationship that DH actually cheated. And so begins HCBM’s favorite narrative, that DH was an awful, unsupportive unfaithful partner who drove her to drinking because he was so shady. She will never, ever consider the fact that my DH to this day is traumatized from their relationship. He’s been in therapy several times and every single therapist identifies her as a narcissist.
Several years ago when DH and I met I was in college. We had an on and off fling for a while on the coattails of him trying to end it with HCBM once and for all after over six years stuck in a cycle. I think my DH made poor decisions, dumb even. But I sympathize with the trauma bond he was stuck in with this woman, and how difficult it was for him to cut ties with someone who would go to great lengths to insert herself in his life, and with the pressure of his family saying he should be with her. He cut things off with me and fell back in with HCBM. Lo and behold… HCBM gets pregnant. This may be shocking…. But it was not a good situation to be bringing a baby into. HCBM was 28 at the time. She was (and still is) working for her mom at the business she owns because she had gotten fired from every other job for showing up drunk. A side note, her mom owns a gymnastics center where she is a teacher. My DH has told me about several times her mother would text him to come pick her up because she’d shown up drunk. Her mom would get her out of there and just sub in another instructor to cover her ass. Anyways, DH was terrified. However, DH grew up without a father, so there was no way he wasn’t going to be involved in his child’s life. It is an impossible thing to talk about in hindsight because I love my SD so dearly, she turns mine and DH’s world. But DH told HCBM to terminate initially. And to be fair, he was right. It was not a stable situation to bring a child into. Would I reverse time and change anything? Never in a million years.
As you may have guessed, HCBM decided to keep the baby. She repeatedly told DH that if he left, he would not see his child. DH was stuck and miserable. During her pregnancy, while HDBM was parading about as if they were this cute happy couple, DH began to miss me. He realized he had real feelings for me, and he reached out. I loved him the moment I met him, so I was thrilled. I’ll keep this part concise; DH began cheating on HCBM with me, and I knew. It was an ugly decision on both of our parts. Despite how much I loathe HCBM, she is a person. She did not deserve that. DH and I are both pretty ashamed about our choices back then. I’ll go into detail later about how both DH and I have tried to atone for our actions.
When she was about 7 months pregnant, HCBM caught on and contacted me. Those conversations are forever burned in my mind. She said some of the most disconnected, ridiculous shit I’ve ever seen. She was obsessed with the image she was trying to portray to everyone about her life. I’ll never forget one conversation where we were discussing their daughter’s impending arrival… I had said something along the lines of “do you think it’s wise to bring a child into this situation,” and she said “I have lots of help. I’m old enough.”
“I’m old enough.”
Like she’s a kid trying to convince her parents to let her stay out past midnight.
DH and I broke things off before SD arrived. I was heartbroken, but let’s be real, that was a mess. An entire mess.
Still, HCBM thought it was just a brilliant idea for her and DH to move in together. So her parent’s rented them a house in their small town…. DH kept paying the rent on his apartment the city about 45 minutes away. DH has told me how miserable their relationship was, and HCBM knew all about his affair with me. But like I said, she was desperately trying to create this pretend life for herself.
SD arrives, a day I am so glad to celebrate each year. She is truly the joy of my life. DH cried more than she did. He was instantly in love with his baby girl.
About three weeks later, HCBM is back on the bottle.
DH told me about how he’d come home from work and find her drunk. She’d grab the baby and lock herself in a bedroom and cry. DH feared for his child’s safety.
HCBM was only able to breastfeed for a month or so because she stopped producing milk due to heinous dieting. She was obsessed with getting back to her pre-pregnancy weight. She would eat only miso soup for days on end. This poor relationship to food comes into play later. HCBM’s mother was always over at the house. Cleaning up, buying them things. Contributing to the facade.
DH was severely depressed. He continued to stay with HCBM to monitor her drinking and watch out for his daughter. They got to a point where DH would sleep on the couch. One night DH came home and HCBM was drunk again with SD in her care. DH called her parents who came rushing over to remedy the situation as they always do. Shortly after they arrived, HCBM had slumped over on the couch and became unresponsive. An ambulance was called. DH says it was one of his most traumatic memories holding his baby daughter watching the EMT’s resuscitate her mother wondering how he would raise this girl on his own.
After a hospital stay, HCBM returned home and her parents ordered pizza and put on a movie and pretended as if nothing had happened. That was the routine. When DH expressed his anger, his justifiable concern for what was going on, HCBM’s parents treated him as though he was the problem, he was an asshole for bringing it up and blaming her.
It wasn’t long after this, SD must’ve been around eight months old that HCBM was on a binge and DH returned home from work to find the house empty. He frantically began calling people to locate SD when HCBM’s parents informed him that she was with them, and that HCBM had crawled out a window and was missing. A missing person’s report was filed. HCBM’s father told police to check ditches and park benches, as she could often be found there. She turned out to be at some random man’s house, and was located about 36 hours later.
DH was at the end of his ropes. He took the police report and lawyered up secretly.
Here’s a fun new component to the story, remember how I said that DH had began sleeping on the couch? In said police report, it is documented that DH and HCBM were not in a relationship and were merely roommates. Because that was the situation. Behind the scenes, HCBM had met the man of her dreams. Let’s call him PF….. for psycho fiance. Yes, they’re engaged now. We’ll get to that part. PF randomly messaged HCBM on facebook and they began talking. PF was a recovering alcoholic in his 30s with no driver’s license due to a DUI.
Now, recall when HCBM was missing? Her parents searched through her facebook accounts to try and locate her and found her messages with PF, they explained their daughter’s drinking problem and asked PF if she may be with him. She was not. They had not even met yet. But PF thinks this woman who clearly has severe personal issues is just the cream of the crop. He decides to take her out to lunch. By the end of their lunch date, he is love-bombing the daylights out of her. Calling her his wife, his galaxy, all of this grandiose crap.
Two weeks after they met, PF got HCBM’s name tattooed on him. While DH was trying to sort out a plan of action with his lawyer…. HCBM informs him that he has to move out so that PF can move in because he will soon be without a place to live. She wants to invite this man she’s known for three weeks to live with her and her baby daughter. I’ve seen the message she sent to DH, it reads, “I know it seems fast but I know in my heart that he is so good.” HCBM’s parents are thrilled.
Less than a week after PF had moved in and DH was out, the ex parte motion was filed. DH was granted full emergency custody of SD until a hearing could be held. HCBM did not see SD for nine days… and of course, DH was the villain for this.
At the hearing. DH was awarded majority custody, with HCBM being allowed one overnight a week. PF was not permitted to be present when SD was there for overnights until CPS could investigate.
Now, HCBM’s parents funneled money for lawyers, rent, utilities, basically any adult expense HCBM needs is taken care of by her parents. DH did not have the same luxury. He was working himself to death as a single dad trying to pay for his lawyer while the court battle ensued. Almost two months later, DH contacted me. We hadn’t spoken in close to a year. I was off living my own life almost halfway through college. DH just needed someone to talk to about it, and still had very strong feelings for me. I was a shoulder for him to lean on.
We began hooking up, with no real intention to enter into a relationship. I met SD and would watch her while he was at work. There was an obvious deep love between DH and me, but the circumstances were just so insane. Plus, HCBM despised me, and was weaving stories to the court about how DH was an emotionally abusive partner, a narcissist and the reason for all her drinking.
DH and I did not want the drama of HCBM knowing I was around. Since we were operating under the guise that this was just an indulgence and would end at some point, we kept our interactions a secret.
Then, the universe must’ve thought we were owed some karma for what we did during HCBM’s pregnancy. I was diagnosed with ADHD at age five and have had a prescription for stimulants since a very young age.
One morning I awoke and heard what sounded like tiny wretching from the other room. My medication had spilled out in the bottom of my purse as the safety cap was screwed on crooked. SD was playing on the floor and digging around in my purse. DH noticed her putting something in her mouth, realized it was my medication and immediately ran into the bathroom and began making her puke.
I called poison control who instructed us to bring her to the hospital. She seemed relatively normal, a bit dazed maybe. We called the ER to let them know we’d be arriving. We got there and they stuck charcoal down her throat, drew blood, the whole ordeal.
I brought my medication bottle with me to give to the nurses so they knew what she had ingested and to prove it was a legally obtained prescription. I was frantic and bawling, a nurse comforted me and told me that ingestions are extremely common and we had done the right thing by bringing her in.
SD had an elevated heart rate, was fussy and stressed. She was administered medication to help lower her heart rate and as a result had to be admitted to be monitored. The blood tests came back with extremely minimal amounts of my meds in her system, but it was protocol that she be monitored after the medication was given to regulate her heart. If you’re feeling anxious, I’ll add that SD is perfectly healthy and happy, she fully recovered and did not suffer any seizures or damage to her brain/liver etc. which were the primary concerns with this ingestion.
Since she was being admitted, HD had to inform HCBM. I had told him he should tell her immediately, but he did not want to deal with her reaction or her family arriving. I think this was a poor decision on his part. As flawed a person as she is, I do know that HCBM loves SD very much, and I can sympathize with her wanting to be informed if her daughter was being seen at the hospital.
HCBM and her family arrived, I had left to avoid the fallout and gather some things for DH to drop off while he stayed at the hospital with SD. Naturally, HCBM was in a blind rage that she had not been contacted immediately. She demanded that the CPS worker who was mandated to check in because of the ingestion file a report of negligence. The CPS worker declined, saying that there was no negligence to report. That evening, security was called to remove HCBM from the hospital because she was screaming at DH in the pediatric wing. She was told she could return on her custody day.
I went to visit DH and SD the next day, she was back to her old self and able to go home. We were nowhere near prepared for what was about to ensue.
HCBM had weaved a story that I was addicted to drugs, and that whatever I was doing had to have been in a plastic bag in my purse or how else would SD have gotten into it? HCBM and her lawyer filed an ex parte motion. Now I’m sure most of you are familiar with the workings of family court, but for those of you who aren’t; and ex parte motion is an emergency motion. It is a piece of paper laid in front of a judge. The details can be as vague or exaggerated as the writer pleases them to be, and it is not until a hearing is scheduled can anything be disputed.
HCBM and her lawyer claimed that SD had ‘overdosed’ on stimulant drugs and conveniently failed to mention that they were a legal prescription. More than that, ‘overdose’ was a completely sensationalized description of what had occurred, and not a term used at all by any of the medical professionals nor was it included anywhere in her chart of the incident. SD never lost consciousness. There was never a point where doctors were in fear for her life. But the judge sees what is put before them and signs off with the limited information they are given.
When HD filed an ex parte motion against HCBM, the hearing was scheduled for nine days later. When HCBM filed an ex parte motion against DH, the hearing was scheduled over two months later.
This was the worst time period in DH’s life. He attempted suicide. He lost an insane amount of weight. He sold beloved possessions to pay his lawyer. He did not have custody of his daughter and HCBM allowed him rare visits in public places once or twice a week.
But ah, how the tables turn.
A month before the hearing on the ex parte motion, HCBM got a DUI with SD in the car. Her driving was so ballistic, someone had called in her car. She was arrested. I could go into detail about the bullshit-ery of her and her family I read in the police report from that, but there is still so much ground to cover.
CPS notified DH of the DUI. HCBM and her lawyer told DH’s lawyer they wanted to settle custody outside of court before the ex parte hearing.
DH was exhausted. He was broke. He just wanted his daughter back. He settled with HCBM on 50/50 custody. This is perhaps the greatest regret of his life. The GAL at the meeting even told DH he didn’t have to do this, that he could fight her and probably get more custody. But DH was a shell of a person at this point. He was in debt. He was exhausted.
Mere days after they settled he checked himself into an inpatient mental health facility for treatment. He and I were in touch every once in a while throughout that entire time, but had ended our romantic relations after the ex parte was filed. I was more of a confidant and friend, but he had drifted apart from everyone in his life and I was focused on school.
The day that DH left inpatient, PF messaged him to tell him that HCBM had slipped up and drank again. Saying, “she just has such a big heart, this is so difficult for her.” DH suspects that she had gotten herself into another nearly lethal situation or gone missing and PF was hoping to do damage control by contacting him rather than him finding out another way.
So 50/50 custody it was. Nine months later, HCBM gave birth to her and PF’s son. I’m not sure of any exact dates but judging by the date of that message and the birth of the baby there is a high change HCBM was drinking while unknowingly pregnant.
For the DUI, HCBM was sentenced to 40 days in jail while pregnant with her son. It was a work release program. Since she worked for her mom, she worked as many hours as she possibly could. Her mom would pick her up from prison with her phone and her makeup so she could hide what was going on from her coworkers and the community. DH would bring SD to the gymnastics center to visit her. She had an IED put into her car when she was released, meaning she had to blow into a breathalyzer to get her car to start.
DH and I would check in every once in a while over the course of the next year. We both dated other people. HCBM of course had issues with DH’s girlfriend he was with for a few months. But things had relatively settled save for the tension and resentment between HCBM and DH.
More than a year had passed since everything transpired and since DH and I were last romantically involved. We began talking more frequently during COVID lockdown and DH admitted he was hopelessly in love with me and wanted to be together. We had a major problem though.
When HCBM and DH were settling on their custody agreement, HCBM insisted I was not to be around SD. If you recall, HD was broke, exhausted, and severely struggling with his mental health. He and I hadn’t seen each other in person in several months, we talked but very infrequently and never of rekindling our relationship in any capacity. So he gave in. As long as he could be done with the nightmare and have his daughter back.
A single sentence in a five-page custody agreement meant that I couldn’t be around SD. I want to specify, this was not a restraining order. I was never served any papers, I would not be punished in any capacity were I to see SD, there was no court record of any kind indicating that I was restricted from seeing a child or was a dangerous individual. DH wouldn’t even lose custody or face any legal ramifications were he to violate that single sentence, it would just mean an official would have to intervene to investigate and ensure the stipulation be adhered to. Still, it would’ve prevented us from having any sort of real relationship. So we filed a motion to have the line removed. I had not seen SD in well over a year and we abided by the order which was exceedingly painful.
The first hearing was before a court commissioner. We came armed with letters of recommendation from friends and family, from the families I had nannied for during college. DH’s family had finally seen the light and turned against HCBM and attended the court hearing, filing the seats.
The court commissioner spent about ten minutes reviewing our plea, and decided this was not a matter of my character or whether I was a threat to SD, but that this was a communication issue between DH and HCBM, and since DH had agreed to this, they needed to work it out between the two of them.
Ha. Like that would ever happen. DH and HCBM began communicating through a court monitored app and attending co parenting counseling while our lawyer filed a motion to bring the issue before a judge and have a GAL and Family Court Worker appointed. As we all know with family court, things move slowly and this we had to wait months to make progress on our case.
Co parenting counseling was fruitless. HCBM is not capable of accountability. She insisted DH was a narcissist because she’d read about narcissism on the internet and she believed she deserved full custody of SD.
A judge appointed a GAL and Family Court Worker to our case. I’ll never forget the relief that day as the judge told HCBM that me being in SD’s life was inevitable at this point. There was no evidence that I was a dangerous person. At one point, our lawyer brought up the language used in HCBM’s ex parte motion all that time ago, pointing out the sensational language used, specifically the term “overdose”. I was shaking when HCBM’s lawyer admitted to the judge that “there was no overdose.” I’ll never forget the sheepish look on that lawyer’s face, or how HCBM’s jaw tightened as she refused to look even a millimeter in my direction.
Everyone met with the GAL and Family Court Worker. Of course HCBM got the earliest appointment possible so she could try to sell her story. When I sat down with the GAL he said “I don’t know why you’re here, to be honest.” But that’s the ridiculous thing about family court, people can just spew this insane shit and it has to be looked into.
Both the GAL and Family Court Worker recommended the line be removed entirely. We still had to wait another month for our hearing for these recommendations to be made to the judge. Over the course of these proceedings, DH and his lawyer (with my consent) had been urging HCBM to attend a co parenting counseling session with me to address her concerns. HCBM of course vehemently refused, actually speaking to me would destroy the picture she had painted and deluded herself into believing about me.
We continued to press the issue though. After the GAL and Family Court Worker’s recommendations were passed on to everyone’s lawyers, it was clear this was not going to go in HCBM’s favor. It could’ve easily been settled outside of court, saved everyone time and money. But that was never going to happen, HCBM was going to go down swinging. Less than two weeks from our final hearing before the judge, HCBM agreed to attend co parenting counseling with me. Both parties signed NDA’s before going into these sessions, they were meant to be mediation for parents to work out their issues and not dig up fodder to toss around in court. A safe place, if you will. DH and I suspected she’d want to attend a session with me so she could fabricate some story about me being awful, or make it seem like she was being reasonable since she’d refused any and all attempts to mediate this issue civilly.
We were correct, but her feeble attempts at control were fruitless and the line was removed. I could see my girl again. Since then, DH and I got married and have been in absolute bliss as a family of three. But of course, the mess with HCBM does not stop there.
DH and I have no idea it HCBM has been drinking or not. We have no proof. She claims she got sober, but she never received any professional help or rehab so that seems doubtful to me. There are a few red flags. She now shares a car with her mother, claiming her car has “been in the shop” for well over a year now. DH explained that when she would go on drinking binges, her parents would take her car away so they could control where she went and monitor her.
We’ve also had the issue of SD not wanting to go to her mom’s house. I have ring video footage of HCBM coming to pick up SD. SD was in hysterics, she ran back in our house several times while HCBM stands annoyed in the driveway. DH sits with her and consoles her, encouraging her and telling her she will have so much fun with her mom and brother. On this particular occasion, it took 45 minutes to get SD to go with her mom. This happened numerous times. DH eventually brought this up to HCBM, expressing his concerns and saying that he wished she would participate in co-parenting their daughter in these situations rather than hiding behind her car. HCBM dismissed him, saying she was a great parent and he was obviously making SD act this way. Give SD an oscar at this point. I can’t even fathom what DH would say to make a five year old act that way.
Eventually, HCBM stopped picking SD up and instead sent her mom to get her. SD has no issue going with her grandmother. A bit suspicious to me that it was specifically her mom that caused such an upset for her.
HCBM is very obsessed with image. She dresses SD in expensive outfits with intricate hairstyles. I should add, expensive outfits that are purchased for her by HCBM’s mother. She has told DH that she is not pleased with how he sends SD to school and has concerns about his ability to parent. He sends her… a 5 year old… to school in leggings and t-shirts like the rest of the 5 year olds in her class. Don’t get me wrong, I love to dress SD up when she’ll let me and I have indulged in Rylee and Cru outfits and what not, but the majority of the time SD wears normal kid clothes. She runs and jumps and plays and likes pink and sparkles and tops with her favorite characters on them. We let her pick her crazy mismatched outfits and throw her hair up in a quick bun or braid so it is out of her face. She bathes almost excessively because she loves the bath and is a very well looked after child.
Now, HCBM lost a significant amount of weight after she got together with PF. Her mother is also extremely thin. DH has told me about how they were always doing fad diets, they’d call themselves fat and critique their appearances constantly and clearly did not have a healthy relationship to their bodies or food.
At our home, SD is fed a balanced diet but I try to encourage a positive relationship to her body and food. No food is “good” or “bad,” they simply serve different purposes. For example, carbs give us energy, protein helps us grow, sugar makes us happy, etc. Creating guilt around eating certain types of food can lead to eating disorders, body image issues, I know because I had a poor relationship to food and my body for so long. SD loves fruits and veggies. She also loves chips and candy. She is allowed to indulge in sugar within reason and without guilt. I don’t think it's rocket science, and for us it has had fantastic results. We'll be at a gas station and ask SD if she wants a snack and the kid will want celery. I follow the instagram page “kids eat in color” very closely and when we prepare SD’s meals, the “treat” component is served together with the rest and not withheld until later. This is so SD doesn’t view certain foods as special or more desirable than others, and won’t associate treat foods with this rush of excitement and overwhelming positivity moreso than say chicken nuggets or carrots. When DH sets down her plate to eat, SD rarely if ever reaches for her treat food first. She eats everything on her plate until her body tells her she’s full.
HCBM constantly berates DH about SD eating “healthy.” She criticizes him for getting candy at the movies. Goes off about her having a cup of sugar-free pudding at 11 a.m. On Halloween, SD is allowed two pieces of candy from her trick or treat pile at her mom’s house.
Last Halloween at our house, we dumped all of our candy out in a huge pile and watched a movie. SD ate, I kid you not, four pieces of candy. She didn’t feel the need to binge on all this candy because she knew it wouldn’t be withheld if she asked for more in our home. There is still halloween candy in a bucket in our pantry and we weren’t even out trick or treating for an hour.
HCBM accuses us of “competing” with her. This. Is. Rich. SD loves visiting my parent’s and sometime last fall took a liking to playing my dad’s drumset. Later that week, HCBM bought her a kid-sized drumset. We adopted a kitten, HCBM adopted a kitten. We started playing barbies as a family, HCBM buys a barbie dreamhouse. We planned a weekend trip to a big city a few hours away, HCBM and PF take SD and their son to that city the week before we’re supposed to go. My husband is a Dungeons and Dragons fanatic, and recently he has been making kid friendly campaigns for the three of us to play as a family. SD loves playing dungeons and dragons with her daddy. It has become our family’s thing. The dungeons and dragons movie came out recently and DH and I got tickets for an early screening on a day we didn’t have SD. Who do you think we saw there while we were waiting in line to get popcorn? Their family does not play dungeons and dragons. You’ll be pleased to know that SD came down to sit with us for the last half hour of the movie, PF who had taken her had to give in because they were seated a row behind us and she kept leaning forward to excitedly whisper to DH about the movie.
I have suffered extreme emotional issues due to the abuse from HCBM. I’ve attended therapy specifically to address it. I developed severe social anxiety because HCBM will tell anyone who listens these fictions about me and DH. We live in a small community, one that HCBM and her family have been a part of for a long time and I am constantly afraid people I meet will know them and have these crazy ideas about who I am as a person. The flipside of this is that their family’s reputation is not as positive as they like to think it is, particularly to police in the area. In addition to HCBM’s drunk escapades involving police, her father has a court record pages long for tax fraud.
Thankfully, I work in the city 30 minutes from where we live and that has allowed me to build my own village and have a life untainted by HCBM and her crap. Through lots of work I have been able to establish firm boundaries. I’ve had to restrict HCBM and her friends from my social media accounts after being watched obsessively. HCBM’s mother even went as far as messaging my mother on Facebook to try and say DH is a narcissist and she should be concerned for me. DH and my mom are very close, and my mom was mainly worried about how far these people were going to go to untether my life.
HCBM doesn’t seem to understand the concept of equal guardianship. She views herself as the primary parent and believes she should have access to everything in our lives. This is legally not the case so luckily we’re just able to ignore those demands but it gets taxing.
HCBM’s parents pay for SD’s health insurance so HCBM makes all of her doctor and dentist appointments and acts as though that’s because DH is an uninvolved parent, despite the fact that he has asked to make appointments on his custody days so he could go. I have excellent benefits at my job and could take SD on as a dependent since she resides with us 50% of the time. We haven’t even proposed this idea to HCBM because god knows she would never agree despite the fact that this would probably save her parents a ton of money.
HCBM has SD involved in several activities on her custody days. A bit too many for a five year old in my opinion. Multiple gymnastics and dance classes and soccer. Since HCBM’s parents are always funneling her money and paying her bills they are constantly going out to do expensive activities, weekend trips, shows, you name it. HCBM thinks these things make her a good parent, but I personally don’t think that SD feels as emotionally attached to HCBM as she does DH. DH and I spend a ton of one on one time with SD. We play with her with her toys, we do crafts, we watch movies together. HCBM thinks dropping her off at some expensive activity makes her this stellar mom, but she doesn’t engage in the same level of connection with SD that DH does. HCBM’s parents of course bought them a trip to Disney World last year, and the day they came to pick up SD to leave for the airport she did not want to go. She began crying and insisting she wanted her dad to take her, and that she would miss him too much. What five year old objects to effing Disney World??
We have issues on the horizon with SD attending kindergarten next year. I know a battle will ensue about where she attends. The custody schedule does not give us any weekend time because when it was written, SD was one and DH was working weekends and the days they agreed on coincided with his schedule. This means that when SD attends school in the fall five days a week, we will not get a full day together as a family. DH and I are very nervous about addressing this. We don’t have any desire to change the 50/50 custody, just to adjust the days so that we can have some weekend time with SD. It is likely this issue will end up in court and cost us thousands.
I have had to come to the hard acceptance that this is just how our relationship with HCBM will be, likely forever. I hold on to selfish hope that she may screw up drinking again, but at the end of the day I want what is best for SD which is a healthy and stable mother and I will do whatever I can to encourage a positive relationship for them. At this point we have no proof of her drinking for the past few years. Either she miraculously stopped or her family’s response is just so calculated to protect her from getting into any shit and jeopardizing her custody. If that is the case, that can only go on for so long before SD is old enough to tell us what is happening.
I think that HCBM is deeply insecure and ashamed. I think she needs to make DH and I the villains so she feels better about herself. I think her upbringing has allowed her to shirk any and all accountability, she is surrounded by people who tell her she’s never wrong and she’s this great person and great parent.
I don’t know what the resolution is here. If you have read this far, thank you sincerely. Though I confide in my mom and friends about the situation with HCBM, I keep my venting to a minimum so as not to let her live rent free in my life. I am not going to spend all this energy being pissed at her and her immaturity. I’m not going to give her the satisfaction of getting on my nerves, being the subject of my conversations. I’m not even going to let her think I care enough to trash her to people. But it feels extremely therapeutic to get this all out to a group of people who understand.
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Reading all of your stories has inspired me to sit down and type out my own. I must warn you, there are times when I am the villain. Buckle up. This is a small novel.
If we start at the very beginning, my DH began dating HCBM (33) when they were very young in their early 20s. Shortly into their relationship it became clear to DH that she was struggling with very severe alcoholism. I cannot even begin to write out all of the stories I have heard from DH about her alcoholism. He was very young, didn’t have a positive model for a healthy relationship as a child. He believed he could help HCBM. They were extremely on and off together for almost 7 years. Every time he’d try to break up with her she would weasel her way back in. She would go as far as showing up at his family events because she had his family wrapped around her finger (don’t worry, that changed. Read on.) She almost drank herself to death several times. The police in her town know her by name and recognize her car because her family has had to call in for welfare checks so many times. She’s had bits where she’s gone missing for several hours. Been listed as a missing person. Had the police ping her phone. I’ve read the police reports myself.
Where do I even begin with her family? Her parents are extremely proud. They own two businesses in their small town. They’re the kind of people who are very obsessed with image and making people think they’re wealthy. HCBM started drinking when she was 16. Her parents would deal with her problem by sweeping it under the rug and hiding it. They cared more about their pride than getting her the help she needed. When they were together, my DH was often the one who would drive her to AA meetings. HCBM didn’t like AA because she felt she was above the other people there. Her family now despises my DH, and weaves a narrative that she drank because of her toxic relationship with him. Though her drinking problems existed long before and after their relationship.
I’ll share a few stores in particular with the goal of establishing the absolute delusion that HCBM feeds to anyone who will listen about my DH.
There was one evening where they were at my DH’s uncle’s house in the city. The thing about HCBM is that you never saw her drink until she was drunk. She’d sneak in a bathroom or what have you to drink. DH and HCBM got into some kind of argument and she ran off into the city late at night. DH spent several hours driving around the city searching for her until he finally found her in a bar, making out with a random guy. He said “you can take her home tonight” and left. Several hours later in the wee hours of the morning, HCBM stumbled back to the uncle’s house, wasted and crying.
Another occasion, DH was at work and HCBM was at his apartment (she did not live there) and went to hang out with his upstairs neighbors who were girls. She got drunk with them. When DH got home, he tried to explain to his neighbors that she had a problem and shouldn’t be drinking…. They said “don’t control her! That’s manipulative”. DH went back downstairs, HCBM followed, and they fought. She ran back to the neighbors crying and the girls stormed down into his apartment saying “What did you do to her? What did you do to her?!”
A different time HCBM was drunk she had locked herself in DH’s roommate’s room. He was trying to explain to her that she needed to come out, that it wasn't his room and she couldn’t be in there. HCBM called DH’s mom (now my MIL) and began wailing “he’s doing it again, he’s being crazy again!” God knows what she was talking about. Eventually DH called HCBM’s dad who came to pick her up. HCBM’s dad dragged her by her arm down the stairs rather roughly, and DH got upset, like “hey I get that she is drunk and being a problem but you can’t manhandle her like that” so HCBM’s dad responded my shoving DH up against a wall and holding his arm to his throat.
Shall I go on? There are dozens more. The worst is yet to come.
Anyways, about four years into their relationship, after multiple incidents of infidelity on her part, DH started chatting with other women sporadically. He says he knew it was wrong, but he thought if he could show himself there were other women out there who could make him happy, other stable relationships he could be in, he might be able to get away from HCBM. It was about five years into their relationship that DH actually cheated. And so begins HCBM’s favorite narrative, that DH was an awful, unsupportive unfaithful partner who drove her to drinking because he was so shady. She will never, ever consider the fact that my DH to this day is traumatized from their relationship. He’s been in therapy several times and every single therapist identifies her as a narcissist.
Several years ago when DH and I met I was in college. We had an on and off fling for a while on the coattails of him trying to end it with HCBM once and for all after over six years stuck in a cycle. I think my DH made poor decisions, dumb even. But I sympathize with the trauma bond he was stuck in with this woman, and how difficult it was for him to cut ties with someone who would go to great lengths to insert herself in his life, and with the pressure of his family saying he should be with her. He cut things off with me and fell back in with HCBM. Lo and behold… HCBM gets pregnant. This may be shocking…. But it was not a good situation to be bringing a baby into. HCBM was 28 at the time. She was (and still is) working for her mom at the business she owns because she had gotten fired from every other job for showing up drunk. A side note, her mom owns a gymnastics center where she is a teacher. My DH has told me about several times her mother would text him to come pick her up because she’d shown up drunk. Her mom would get her out of there and just sub in another instructor to cover her ass. Anyways, DH was terrified. However, DH grew up without a father, so there was no way he wasn’t going to be involved in his child’s life. It is an impossible thing to talk about in hindsight because I love my SD so dearly, she turns mine and DH’s world. But DH told HCBM to terminate initially. And to be fair, he was right. It was not a stable situation to bring a child into. Would I reverse time and change anything? Never in a million years.
As you may have guessed, HCBM decided to keep the baby. She repeatedly told DH that if he left, he would not see his child. DH was stuck and miserable. During her pregnancy, while HDBM was parading about as if they were this cute happy couple, DH began to miss me. He realized he had real feelings for me, and he reached out. I loved him the moment I met him, so I was thrilled. I’ll keep this part concise; DH began cheating on HCBM with me, and I knew. It was an ugly decision on both of our parts. Despite how much I loathe HCBM, she is a person. She did not deserve that. DH and I are both pretty ashamed about our choices back then. I’ll go into detail later about how both DH and I have tried to atone for our actions.
When she was about 7 months pregnant, HCBM caught on and contacted me. Those conversations are forever burned in my mind. She said some of the most disconnected, ridiculous shit I’ve ever seen. She was obsessed with the image she was trying to portray to everyone about her life. I’ll never forget one conversation where we were discussing their daughter’s impending arrival… I had said something along the lines of “do you think it’s wise to bring a child into this situation,” and she said “I have lots of help. I’m old enough.”
“I’m old enough.”
Like she’s a kid trying to convince her parents to let her stay out past midnight.
DH and I broke things off before SD arrived. I was heartbroken, but let’s be real, that was a mess. An entire mess.
Still, HCBM thought it was just a brilliant idea for her and DH to move in together. So her parent’s rented them a house in their small town…. DH kept paying the rent on his apartment the city about 45 minutes away. DH has told me how miserable their relationship was, and HCBM knew all about his affair with me. But like I said, she was desperately trying to create this pretend life for herself.
SD arrives, a day I am so glad to celebrate each year. She is truly the joy of my life. DH cried more than she did. He was instantly in love with his baby girl.
About three weeks later, HCBM is back on the bottle.
DH told me about how he’d come home from work and find her drunk. She’d grab the baby and lock herself in a bedroom and cry. DH feared for his child’s safety.
HCBM was only able to breastfeed for a month or so because she stopped producing milk due to heinous dieting. She was obsessed with getting back to her pre-pregnancy weight. She would eat only miso soup for days on end. This poor relationship to food comes into play later. HCBM’s mother was always over at the house. Cleaning up, buying them things. Contributing to the facade.
DH was severely depressed. He continued to stay with HCBM to monitor her drinking and watch out for his daughter. They got to a point where DH would sleep on the couch. One night DH came home and HCBM was drunk again with SD in her care. DH called her parents who came rushing over to remedy the situation as they always do. Shortly after they arrived, HCBM had slumped over on the couch and became unresponsive. An ambulance was called. DH says it was one of his most traumatic memories holding his baby daughter watching the EMT’s resuscitate her mother wondering how he would raise this girl on his own.
After a hospital stay, HCBM returned home and her parents ordered pizza and put on a movie and pretended as if nothing had happened. That was the routine. When DH expressed his anger, his justifiable concern for what was going on, HCBM’s parents treated him as though he was the problem, he was an asshole for bringing it up and blaming her.
It wasn’t long after this, SD must’ve been around eight months old that HCBM was on a binge and DH returned home from work to find the house empty. He frantically began calling people to locate SD when HCBM’s parents informed him that she was with them, and that HCBM had crawled out a window and was missing. A missing person’s report was filed. HCBM’s father told police to check ditches and park benches, as she could often be found there. She turned out to be at some random man’s house, and was located about 36 hours later.
DH was at the end of his ropes. He took the police report and lawyered up secretly.
Here’s a fun new component to the story, remember how I said that DH had began sleeping on the couch? In said police report, it is documented that DH and HCBM were not in a relationship and were merely roommates. Because that was the situation. Behind the scenes, HCBM had met the man of her dreams. Let’s call him PF….. for psycho fiance. Yes, they’re engaged now. We’ll get to that part. PF randomly messaged HCBM on facebook and they began talking. PF was a recovering alcoholic in his 30s with no driver’s license due to a DUI.
Now, recall when HCBM was missing? Her parents searched through her facebook accounts to try and locate her and found her messages with PF, they explained their daughter’s drinking problem and asked PF if she may be with him. She was not. They had not even met yet. But PF thinks this woman who clearly has severe personal issues is just the cream of the crop. He decides to take her out to lunch. By the end of their lunch date, he is love-bombing the daylights out of her. Calling her his wife, his galaxy, all of this grandiose crap.
Two weeks after they met, PF got HCBM’s name tattooed on him. While DH was trying to sort out a plan of action with his lawyer…. HCBM informs him that he has to move out so that PF can move in because he will soon be without a place to live. She wants to invite this man she’s known for three weeks to live with her and her baby daughter. I’ve seen the message she sent to DH, it reads, “I know it seems fast but I know in my heart that he is so good.” HCBM’s parents are thrilled.
Less than a week after PF had moved in and DH was out, the ex parte motion was filed. DH was granted full emergency custody of SD until a hearing could be held. HCBM did not see SD for nine days… and of course, DH was the villain for this.
At the hearing. DH was awarded majority custody, with HCBM being allowed one overnight a week. PF was not permitted to be present when SD was there for overnights until CPS could investigate.
Now, HCBM’s parents funneled money for lawyers, rent, utilities, basically any adult expense HCBM needs is taken care of by her parents. DH did not have the same luxury. He was working himself to death as a single dad trying to pay for his lawyer while the court battle ensued. Almost two months later, DH contacted me. We hadn’t spoken in close to a year. I was off living my own life almost halfway through college. DH just needed someone to talk to about it, and still had very strong feelings for me. I was a shoulder for him to lean on.
We began hooking up, with no real intention to enter into a relationship. I met SD and would watch her while he was at work. There was an obvious deep love between DH and me, but the circumstances were just so insane. Plus, HCBM despised me, and was weaving stories to the court about how DH was an emotionally abusive partner, a narcissist and the reason for all her drinking.
DH and I did not want the drama of HCBM knowing I was around. Since we were operating under the guise that this was just an indulgence and would end at some point, we kept our interactions a secret.
Then, the universe must’ve thought we were owed some karma for what we did during HCBM’s pregnancy. I was diagnosed with ADHD at age five and have had a prescription for stimulants since a very young age.
One morning I awoke and heard what sounded like tiny wretching from the other room. My medication had spilled out in the bottom of my purse as the safety cap was screwed on crooked. SD was playing on the floor and digging around in my purse. DH noticed her putting something in her mouth, realized it was my medication and immediately ran into the bathroom and began making her puke.
I called poison control who instructed us to bring her to the hospital. She seemed relatively normal, a bit dazed maybe. We called the ER to let them know we’d be arriving. We got there and they stuck charcoal down her throat, drew blood, the whole ordeal.
I brought my medication bottle with me to give to the nurses so they knew what she had ingested and to prove it was a legally obtained prescription. I was frantic and bawling, a nurse comforted me and told me that ingestions are extremely common and we had done the right thing by bringing her in.
SD had an elevated heart rate, was fussy and stressed. She was administered medication to help lower her heart rate and as a result had to be admitted to be monitored. The blood tests came back with extremely minimal amounts of my meds in her system, but it was protocol that she be monitored after the medication was given to regulate her heart. If you’re feeling anxious, I’ll add that SD is perfectly healthy and happy, she fully recovered and did not suffer any seizures or damage to her brain/liver etc. which were the primary concerns with this ingestion.
Since she was being admitted, HD had to inform HCBM. I had told him he should tell her immediately, but he did not want to deal with her reaction or her family arriving. I think this was a poor decision on his part. As flawed a person as she is, I do know that HCBM loves SD very much, and I can sympathize with her wanting to be informed if her daughter was being seen at the hospital.
HCBM and her family arrived, I had left to avoid the fallout and gather some things for DH to drop off while he stayed at the hospital with SD. Naturally, HCBM was in a blind rage that she had not been contacted immediately. She demanded that the CPS worker who was mandated to check in because of the ingestion file a report of negligence. The CPS worker declined, saying that there was no negligence to report. That evening, security was called to remove HCBM from the hospital because she was screaming at DH in the pediatric wing. She was told she could return on her custody day.
I went to visit DH and SD the next day, she was back to her old self and able to go home. We were nowhere near prepared for what was about to ensue.
HCBM had weaved a story that I was addicted to drugs, and that whatever I was doing had to have been in a plastic bag in my purse or how else would SD have gotten into it? HCBM and her lawyer filed an ex parte motion. Now I’m sure most of you are familiar with the workings of family court, but for those of you who aren’t; and ex parte motion is an emergency motion. It is a piece of paper laid in front of a judge. The details can be as vague or exaggerated as the writer pleases them to be, and it is not until a hearing is scheduled can anything be disputed.
HCBM and her lawyer claimed that SD had ‘overdosed’ on stimulant drugs and conveniently failed to mention that they were a legal prescription. More than that, ‘overdose’ was a completely sensationalized description of what had occurred, and not a term used at all by any of the medical professionals nor was it included anywhere in her chart of the incident. SD never lost consciousness. There was never a point where doctors were in fear for her life. But the judge sees what is put before them and signs off with the limited information they are given.
When HD filed an ex parte motion against HCBM, the hearing was scheduled for nine days later. When HCBM filed an ex parte motion against DH, the hearing was scheduled over two months later.
This was the worst time period in DH’s life. He attempted suicide. He lost an insane amount of weight. He sold beloved possessions to pay his lawyer. He did not have custody of his daughter and HCBM allowed him rare visits in public places once or twice a week.
But ah, how the tables turn.
A month before the hearing on the ex parte motion, HCBM got a DUI with SD in the car. Her driving was so ballistic, someone had called in her car. She was arrested. I could go into detail about the bullshit-ery of her and her family I read in the police report from that, but there is still so much ground to cover.
CPS notified DH of the DUI. HCBM and her lawyer told DH’s lawyer they wanted to settle custody outside of court before the ex parte hearing.
DH was exhausted. He was broke. He just wanted his daughter back. He settled with HCBM on 50/50 custody. This is perhaps the greatest regret of his life. The GAL at the meeting even told DH he didn’t have to do this, that he could fight her and probably get more custody. But DH was a shell of a person at this point. He was in debt. He was exhausted.
Mere days after they settled he checked himself into an inpatient mental health facility for treatment. He and I were in touch every once in a while throughout that entire time, but had ended our romantic relations after the ex parte was filed. I was more of a confidant and friend, but he had drifted apart from everyone in his life and I was focused on school.
The day that DH left inpatient, PF messaged him to tell him that HCBM had slipped up and drank again. Saying, “she just has such a big heart, this is so difficult for her.” DH suspects that she had gotten herself into another nearly lethal situation or gone missing and PF was hoping to do damage control by contacting him rather than him finding out another way.
So 50/50 custody it was. Nine months later, HCBM gave birth to her and PF’s son. I’m not sure of any exact dates but judging by the date of that message and the birth of the baby there is a high change HCBM was drinking while unknowingly pregnant.
For the DUI, HCBM was sentenced to 40 days in jail while pregnant with her son. It was a work release program. Since she worked for her mom, she worked as many hours as she possibly could. Her mom would pick her up from prison with her phone and her makeup so she could hide what was going on from her coworkers and the community. DH would bring SD to the gymnastics center to visit her. She had an IED put into her car when she was released, meaning she had to blow into a breathalyzer to get her car to start.
DH and I would check in every once in a while over the course of the next year. We both dated other people. HCBM of course had issues with DH’s girlfriend he was with for a few months. But things had relatively settled save for the tension and resentment between HCBM and DH.
More than a year had passed since everything transpired and since DH and I were last romantically involved. We began talking more frequently during COVID lockdown and DH admitted he was hopelessly in love with me and wanted to be together. We had a major problem though.
When HCBM and DH were settling on their custody agreement, HCBM insisted I was not to be around SD. If you recall, HD was broke, exhausted, and severely struggling with his mental health. He and I hadn’t seen each other in person in several months, we talked but very infrequently and never of rekindling our relationship in any capacity. So he gave in. As long as he could be done with the nightmare and have his daughter back.
A single sentence in a five-page custody agreement meant that I couldn’t be around SD. I want to specify, this was not a restraining order. I was never served any papers, I would not be punished in any capacity were I to see SD, there was no court record of any kind indicating that I was restricted from seeing a child or was a dangerous individual. DH wouldn’t even lose custody or face any legal ramifications were he to violate that single sentence, it would just mean an official would have to intervene to investigate and ensure the stipulation be adhered to. Still, it would’ve prevented us from having any sort of real relationship. So we filed a motion to have the line removed. I had not seen SD in well over a year and we abided by the order which was exceedingly painful.
The first hearing was before a court commissioner. We came armed with letters of recommendation from friends and family, from the families I had nannied for during college. DH’s family had finally seen the light and turned against HCBM and attended the court hearing, filing the seats.
The court commissioner spent about ten minutes reviewing our plea, and decided this was not a matter of my character or whether I was a threat to SD, but that this was a communication issue between DH and HCBM, and since DH had agreed to this, they needed to work it out between the two of them.
Ha. Like that would ever happen. DH and HCBM began communicating through a court monitored app and attending co parenting counseling while our lawyer filed a motion to bring the issue before a judge and have a GAL and Family Court Worker appointed. As we all know with family court, things move slowly and this we had to wait months to make progress on our case.
Co parenting counseling was fruitless. HCBM is not capable of accountability. She insisted DH was a narcissist because she’d read about narcissism on the internet and she believed she deserved full custody of SD.
A judge appointed a GAL and Family Court Worker to our case. I’ll never forget the relief that day as the judge told HCBM that me being in SD’s life was inevitable at this point. There was no evidence that I was a dangerous person. At one point, our lawyer brought up the language used in HCBM’s ex parte motion all that time ago, pointing out the sensational language used, specifically the term “overdose”. I was shaking when HCBM’s lawyer admitted to the judge that “there was no overdose.” I’ll never forget the sheepish look on that lawyer’s face, or how HCBM’s jaw tightened as she refused to look even a millimeter in my direction.
Everyone met with the GAL and Family Court Worker. Of course HCBM got the earliest appointment possible so she could try to sell her story. When I sat down with the GAL he said “I don’t know why you’re here, to be honest.” But that’s the ridiculous thing about family court, people can just spew this insane shit and it has to be looked into.
Both the GAL and Family Court Worker recommended the line be removed entirely. We still had to wait another month for our hearing for these recommendations to be made to the judge. Over the course of these proceedings, DH and his lawyer (with my consent) had been urging HCBM to attend a co parenting counseling session with me to address her concerns. HCBM of course vehemently refused, actually speaking to me would destroy the picture she had painted and deluded herself into believing about me.
We continued to press the issue though. After the GAL and Family Court Worker’s recommendations were passed on to everyone’s lawyers, it was clear this was not going to go in HCBM’s favor. It could’ve easily been settled outside of court, saved everyone time and money. But that was never going to happen, HCBM was going to go down swinging. Less than two weeks from our final hearing before the judge, HCBM agreed to attend co parenting counseling with me. Both parties signed NDA’s before going into these sessions, they were meant to be mediation for parents to work out their issues and not dig up fodder to toss around in court. A safe place, if you will. DH and I suspected she’d want to attend a session with me so she could fabricate some story about me being awful, or make it seem like she was being reasonable since she’d refused any and all attempts to mediate this issue civilly.
We were correct, but her feeble attempts at control were fruitless and the line was removed. I could see my girl again. Since then, DH and I got married and have been in absolute bliss as a family of three. But of course, the mess with HCBM does not stop there.
DH and I have no idea it HCBM has been drinking or not. We have no proof. She claims she got sober, but she never received any professional help or rehab so that seems doubtful to me. There are a few red flags. She now shares a car with her mother, claiming her car has “been in the shop” for well over a year now. DH explained that when she would go on drinking binges, her parents would take her car away so they could control where she went and monitor her.
We’ve also had the issue of SD not wanting to go to her mom’s house. I have ring video footage of HCBM coming to pick up SD. SD was in hysterics, she ran back in our house several times while HCBM stands annoyed in the driveway. DH sits with her and consoles her, encouraging her and telling her she will have so much fun with her mom and brother. On this particular occasion, it took 45 minutes to get SD to go with her mom. This happened numerous times. DH eventually brought this up to HCBM, expressing his concerns and saying that he wished she would participate in co-parenting their daughter in these situations rather than hiding behind her car. HCBM dismissed him, saying she was a great parent and he was obviously making SD act this way. Give SD an oscar at this point. I can’t even fathom what DH would say to make a five year old act that way.
Eventually, HCBM stopped picking SD up and instead sent her mom to get her. SD has no issue going with her grandmother. A bit suspicious to me that it was specifically her mom that caused such an upset for her.
HCBM is very obsessed with image. She dresses SD in expensive outfits with intricate hairstyles. I should add, expensive outfits that are purchased for her by HCBM’s mother. She has told DH that she is not pleased with how he sends SD to school and has concerns about his ability to parent. He sends her… a 5 year old… to school in leggings and t-shirts like the rest of the 5 year olds in her class. Don’t get me wrong, I love to dress SD up when she’ll let me and I have indulged in Rylee and Cru outfits and what not, but the majority of the time SD wears normal kid clothes. She runs and jumps and plays and likes pink and sparkles and tops with her favorite characters on them. We let her pick her crazy mismatched outfits and throw her hair up in a quick bun or braid so it is out of her face. She bathes almost excessively because she loves the bath and is a very well looked after child.
Now, HCBM lost a significant amount of weight after she got together with PF. Her mother is also extremely thin. DH has told me about how they were always doing fad diets, they’d call themselves fat and critique their appearances constantly and clearly did not have a healthy relationship to their bodies or food.
At our home, SD is fed a balanced diet but I try to encourage a positive relationship to her body and food. No food is “good” or “bad,” they simply serve different purposes. For example, carbs give us energy, protein helps us grow, sugar makes us happy, etc. Creating guilt around eating certain types of food can lead to eating disorders, body image issues, I know because I had a poor relationship to food and my body for so long. SD loves fruits and veggies. She also loves chips and candy. She is allowed to indulge in sugar within reason and without guilt. I don’t think it's rocket science, and for us it has had fantastic results. We'll be at a gas station and ask SD if she wants a snack and the kid will want celery. I follow the instagram page “kids eat in color” very closely and when we prepare SD’s meals, the “treat” component is served together with the rest and not withheld until later. This is so SD doesn’t view certain foods as special or more desirable than others, and won’t associate treat foods with this rush of excitement and overwhelming positivity moreso than say chicken nuggets or carrots. When DH sets down her plate to eat, SD rarely if ever reaches for her treat food first. She eats everything on her plate until her body tells her she’s full.
HCBM constantly berates DH about SD eating “healthy.” She criticizes him for getting candy at the movies. Goes off about her having a cup of sugar-free pudding at 11 a.m. On Halloween, SD is allowed two pieces of candy from her trick or treat pile at her mom’s house.
Last Halloween at our house, we dumped all of our candy out in a huge pile and watched a movie. SD ate, I kid you not, four pieces of candy. She didn’t feel the need to binge on all this candy because she knew it wouldn’t be withheld if she asked for more in our home. There is still halloween candy in a bucket in our pantry and we weren’t even out trick or treating for an hour.
HCBM accuses us of “competing” with her. This. Is. Rich. SD loves visiting my parent’s and sometime last fall took a liking to playing my dad’s drumset. Later that week, HCBM bought her a kid-sized drumset. We adopted a kitten, HCBM adopted a kitten. We started playing barbies as a family, HCBM buys a barbie dreamhouse. We planned a weekend trip to a big city a few hours away, HCBM and PF take SD and their son to that city the week before we’re supposed to go. My husband is a Dungeons and Dragons fanatic, and recently he has been making kid friendly campaigns for the three of us to play as a family. SD loves playing dungeons and dragons with her daddy. It has become our family’s thing. The dungeons and dragons movie came out recently and DH and I got tickets for an early screening on a day we didn’t have SD. Who do you think we saw there while we were waiting in line to get popcorn? Their family does not play dungeons and dragons. You’ll be pleased to know that SD came down to sit with us for the last half hour of the movie, PF who had taken her had to give in because they were seated a row behind us and she kept leaning forward to excitedly whisper to DH about the movie.
I have suffered extreme emotional issues due to the abuse from HCBM. I’ve attended therapy specifically to address it. I developed severe social anxiety because HCBM will tell anyone who listens these fictions about me and DH. We live in a small community, one that HCBM and her family have been a part of for a long time and I am constantly afraid people I meet will know them and have these crazy ideas about who I am as a person. The flipside of this is that their family’s reputation is not as positive as they like to think it is, particularly to police in the area. In addition to HCBM’s drunk escapades involving police, her father has a court record pages long for tax fraud.
Thankfully, I work in the city 30 minutes from where we live and that has allowed me to build my own village and have a life untainted by HCBM and her crap. Through lots of work I have been able to establish firm boundaries. I’ve had to restrict HCBM and her friends from my social media accounts after being watched obsessively. HCBM’s mother even went as far as messaging my mother on Facebook to try and say DH is a narcissist and she should be concerned for me. DH and my mom are very close, and my mom was mainly worried about how far these people were going to go to untether my life.
HCBM doesn’t seem to understand the concept of equal guardianship. She views herself as the primary parent and believes she should have access to everything in our lives. This is legally not the case so luckily we’re just able to ignore those demands but it gets taxing.
HCBM’s parents pay for SD’s health insurance so HCBM makes all of her doctor and dentist appointments and acts as though that’s because DH is an uninvolved parent, despite the fact that he has asked to make appointments on his custody days so he could go. I have excellent benefits at my job and could take SD on as a dependent since she resides with us 50% of the time. We haven’t even proposed this idea to HCBM because god knows she would never agree despite the fact that this would probably save her parents a ton of money.
HCBM has SD involved in several activities on her custody days. A bit too many for a five year old in my opinion. Multiple gymnastics and dance classes and soccer. Since HCBM’s parents are always funneling her money and paying her bills they are constantly going out to do expensive activities, weekend trips, shows, you name it. HCBM thinks these things make her a good parent, but I personally don’t think that SD feels as emotionally attached to HCBM as she does DH. DH and I spend a ton of one on one time with SD. We play with her with her toys, we do crafts, we watch movies together. HCBM thinks dropping her off at some expensive activity makes her this stellar mom, but she doesn’t engage in the same level of connection with SD that DH does. HCBM’s parents of course bought them a trip to Disney World last year, and the day they came to pick up SD to leave for the airport she did not want to go. She began crying and insisting she wanted her dad to take her, and that she would miss him too much. What five year old objects to effing Disney World??
We have issues on the horizon with SD attending kindergarten next year. I know a battle will ensue about where she attends. The custody schedule does not give us any weekend time because when it was written, SD was one and DH was working weekends and the days they agreed on coincided with his schedule. This means that when SD attends school in the fall five days a week, we will not get a full day together as a family. DH and I are very nervous about addressing this. We don’t have any desire to change the 50/50 custody, just to adjust the days so that we can have some weekend time with SD. It is likely this issue will end up in court and cost us thousands.
I have had to come to the hard acceptance that this is just how our relationship with HCBM will be, likely forever. I hold on to selfish hope that she may screw up drinking again, but at the end of the day I want what is best for SD which is a healthy and stable mother and I will do whatever I can to encourage a positive relationship for them. At this point we have no proof of her drinking for the past few years. Either she miraculously stopped or her family’s response is just so calculated to protect her from getting into any shit and jeopardizing her custody. If that is the case, that can only go on for so long before SD is old enough to tell us what is happening.
I think that HCBM is deeply insecure and ashamed. I think she needs to make DH and I the villains so she feels better about herself. I think her upbringing has allowed her to shirk any and all accountability, she is surrounded by people who tell her she’s never wrong and she’s this great person and great parent.
I don’t know what the resolution is here. If you have read this far, thank you sincerely. Though I confide in my mom and friends about the situation with HCBM, I keep my venting to a minimum so as not to let her live rent free in my life. I am not going to spend all this energy being pissed at her and her immaturity. I’m not going to give her the satisfaction of getting on my nerves, being the subject of my conversations. I’m not even going to let her think I care enough to trash her to people. But it feels extremely therapeutic to get this all out to a group of people who understand.