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LAL Season 3 - Truth Tellers, Liars and Consequences

2020.10.25 23:15 OzzieSlim LAL Season 3 - Truth Tellers, Liars and Consequences

I’m changing the title again: Truth Tellers, Liars and Consequences. And by the way, how dare they leave us on a cliffhanger!!! But we do re-visit the train wrecks from Season 2!
Tyrice (Electric Blue Slide) and Chanda - hmmmm. Was it just me or did that feel like goodbye at the bus station? I just wasn’t getting that feeling like this train is leaving a station. I do like the way Tyrice is as a person and I loved that he acknowledged that it might not be right for Chanda either. Little Ty is the resident truth teller but, I think Tyrice has got this.
Joliet Dylan and Sybil (aka Heather). Why Sybil? 1000 kinds of cray cray wound way too tight. I said this was Brad and Juliette from “Kalifornia” and every minute that ticked by in a state of hypersexual mania only reinforced that feeling. And Joliet Dylan has only been arrested 35 times. You know how it is right? This is pure amour fou! Crazy love!
Chief Crazy Truck and his Squaw Halfway Runaway. Lord, beer me. Tailed by the mounties, the Chief and Halfway make their way through the great prairies of Dubuque. Not noticing the cavalry surrounding them, they and their vapes cleverly have mapped out chances to visit, vape and eat while asking for applications. The calvary grabs Halfway Runaway and takes her back to Fort Moneypit. There, our heroine bemoans her fate as a captive while Chief Crazy Truck vapes outside of the fort’s walls and considers a plan to save his bride. Stay tuned!!
Jeff Daniels and BabyBoy - Don’t talk about parole, don’t talk about parole, don’t talk about parole....BabyBoy essentially cases house for future lick and then breaks out the news that he’s breaking parole! Can these two numbskulls really be this stupid? What did you do for two days? Played video games. Is this the same person who pissed on CA and said it gave him nothing then started talking about his daughter he just left there? I’m not even getting into the cockroach story at breakfast! Jeff Daniel’s dad is not going to take any shit from this one.
Shovel and Quaylon - First, I think Q3 and DMark need to be a couple!! Two resident truth tellers, both have a lot of heart and soul! That’s a powerful couple right there! I think Q2 and Shovel’s mom both had great points. I thought they both kept it classy and I think they both are on the same page in looking out for their kids. I like them both and respect them both. Shovel does have Quaylon on a leash and I want to know who Quaylon had on the phone. But, right now, this thing is on some shaky ground.
Crazy Eyes and the Mullet. Thank you Hector!!!! I want DMark and Hector to just walk through life with me stopping me from mistakes. I love these two! I needed Veronica, Hector’s wife too, but.....yes. Too much, too fast. Crazy Eyes is literally on a Tracy Goddess like free for all!! We now know that if her drug of choice, heroin, isn’t available, then copious amounts of hand sanitizer with lots of kool aid will fill the bill! Covid be damned!!! As he combs through the high end store receipts and finds withdrawal after withdrawal at the casino! The casino! That 2k ring is already in a pawn shop next to Circus! Circus! on the strip. But the least he could do is blow up the pool toys for her. Right? How dare the Mullet lie to Crazy Eyes!! Assault him and demand a plane ticket! But she still has a date with Furniture Girl right?
Scott and Southern Gothic Lindsey - that house. Dude, you lived there a year and the sky was the limit on decorating. You have a two seat cab truck for potentially three of you. You couldn’t clean the house? Or put the kids room together? Or hang up the clothes? On the other hand, we have Norma Desmond throwing a Hollywood sized tantrum. Girl, you need to re-think your reality. The things in magazines are not reality personified. You were on the WRONG website if you were looking for a Sugar Daddy. Scott is not even a Sugar Baby! We leave Norma Desmond flinging her red hair around in her 5x8 half finished California closet with a dirty floor.
October feels a long time away. But we still have Angela and Tony!!!
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2020.10.25 21:07 91stAirborne [A3] [EU] [WW2] [RECRUITING] 91st Airborne: Beginner-friendly WW2-Airborne Unit is recruiting for 2nd Platoon!

[A3] [EU] [WW2] [RECRUITING] 91st Airborne: Beginner-friendly WW2-Airborne Unit is recruiting for 2nd Platoon!
tl;dr: WW2-Milsim Unit with emphasis on being beginner friendly and not too serious outside operations looking for more members for 2nd platoon. Apply through our forums if you´re interested!
Website (join forums to start recruitment process!): https://www.91st-airborne.com/
Official Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w-SC60Avmy8
Funny Video recorded and edited by Pvt. Marchione: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9jvx-GMvVQE&feature=youtu.be
Here´s some pics so you get the idea:

Preparing to liberate some french villages around Neaville

Pvt. Hastings, 1st Squads Medic, smoking in front of a FUEL TRUCK

Liberating France, House by House if we must

Freezing temperatures will not stop us, cuddling with your battle buddy in your foxhole is recommended
HOW DO I JOIN?
To be a part of the unit you just need to join our Forums: https://www.91st-airborne.com/forums/. There you can fill in your (very short) application form and then a staff member will be in touch with you after that to arrange a short interview on our recruitment discord. If you pass this small hurdle, we´ll tell you when the next Basic Combat Training sessions will be. We only do Basic Combat Trainings for serious applicants, so please make up your mind before you decide to join us. While we do not generally reject people who already play in another unit and we don´t have mandatory attendance rules when real life clashes with your wish to play arma, we will not commit to someone who is not willing to show the same commitment to our unit. Doing a basic training for someone who doesnt wish to join after all is just wasting the time of the applicant and the trainers alike. After you´ve passed the interview phase and the BCT you earned your jump wings and are considered a full member of the unit with the rank of Pvt. You´ll then be assigned to a squad with your role preferences in mind. After a short probation time you can start to rise up in the ranks of the 91st Airborne.
GENERAL INFORMATION:
As you can see, we are a semi-professional WW2 Milsim unit that plays as US Paratroopers. We might be quite a new unit but we´re growing fast nevertheless. Currently Fox Company only consists of Company HQ and 1st Platoon with a Platoon HQ Section, 2 Rifle Squads and 1 Support/Heavy Weapon Squad. The 91st currently has roughly 40 members, attendance rates at the operations range between 20 - 30 players. We do aim for a full Company sized unit in the future, which means we roughly want to double our numbers. Another goal of the unit is to go through different eras as time goes on, so World War II will most likely be followed by Vietnam at one point (in the far future). While the unit itself is relatively new, that doesnt mean we are utterly inexpierienced. Our Company HQ brings tons of Milsim experience to the table and we do have several veterans of different, now disbanded units. However, we are quite open to absolute newcomers and at least half of our players haven´t been in a Milsim Unit before. We consider ourselves as a beginner friendly unit, so nobody will do the "Drill Sergeant" on you if you make a mistake. Also we don´t take ourselves too serious, as you can see in the following video which was recorded and edited by Pvt. Marchione. It shows footage of First Squad´s Point of View during Operation Glacier: Operation Glacier - Fun Times in the snow We´re currently looking for recruits to fill up a 2nd Platoon so that is where YOU come in! We are currently fighting in France, early in our European Campaign, so now is the perfect time to join!
LEADERSHIP SPIRIT:
The 91st is led by the principle that, while we do act professionally and as realistic as possible during operations and training, after all we are NOT in the real US Army so we aren´t that rigid when we´re not on official stuff. While we are trying to be as professional as we are able to in the field, new players shouldn´t be afraid to join us. Our NCO´s and CO´s are not only selected by skill and competence, but by personality too. We do make sure that whoever is put in charge of a part of the unit is someone who is there for his guys and is always keen to help new players with problems they might have.
UNIT HISTORY:
91st Parachute Infantry Regiment, Fox Company:
The 91st Airborne was formed on the 4th of July 1940 as an experimental unit to be dropped behind enemy lines and disrupt enemy communication and supply lines, Recruitment started on the 9th of September 1940 and the unit was designated the 91st Parachute Infantry Regiment. [CLASSIFIED] was chosen as the location for the training facility under the name Camp Roanoke. On the 29th of April the recruits were in, under the command of Captain D. Winters and his back then XO Compton. Fox Company was the first to form. Unlike any other, this experimental unit had to meet the highest level of training as the soldiers were expected to fight without resupply for days as they jumped feet first into the chilly breeze of Axis occupied Europe. After the campaign in [CLASSIFIED] ended successfully, the 91st Airborne are currently fighting in France in the Western European Theatre of War.
WHAT WE DO:
We play as US Paratroopers in WW2, which means that the missions revolve around infantry based combat with little supplies. But the supply-situation is by far not the only difficulty we are facing during operations, since with the lack of any modern equipment, you´ll get challenged in ways you have never before. Because of that, there is a mandatory Basic Combat Training (BCT) that recruits will have to attend before they earn their Jump Wings and can join us in operations. It covers 3 phases that can be done on different dates since the training itself can be time-consuming and we see that recruits might have other plans. BCT Covers all the techniques, tactics and tools that are not part of your standard Arma III experience because of the setting or because they were added by mods. This includes but is not limited to: Our very own Code of Conduct, weapon and equipment familiarisation, formations and reaction to enemy fire, urban combat training, ACE and Enhanced Movement Mod familiarisation, Navigation without map markers or GPS and of course jumping and landing procedures. The BCT can be longer or shorter, depending on how familiar you are with the information provided. This ensures that you know the tools and tactics we use to fight and win our battles. Once BCT is completed, you are considered a full and equally respected member of the 91st Airborne. The BCT might be followed by a short instruction if you wish to play as a specialist role like medic, but other than that there are no mandatory trainings that you need to do before you can join us in actual operations. There are, however, Platoon and Squad level live fire trainings if the Platoon HQ or the Squad Leader thinks, his or her group could use some excercise in certain areas. Operations revolve typically around a single target that needs to be taken, with several secondary targets along the way. Primary targets can be villages, cities, strategically valuable positions or enemy officers we need to capture. Our excellent mission makers make sure that the missions are always balanced with the number of attending players and diverse in their setting and objectives while being part of a coherent campaign so it never get´s boring or frustrating. These operations are then, again, embedded into an consistent campaign where the outcome of our operations affect the following missions directly and indirectly.
WHAT WE DO OFFER:
A welcoming, friendly environment: We would rather see ourselves as a group of friends than a Milsim Unit if we are not on operations or official training. Professional Operations: That however does not mean our operations devolve to a band of headless chicken running around and probably shooting each other. Both the mission files and the execution are as professional as it gets Training that fits the needs of the recruits: If you´re a seasoned player we will try or best not to bore you, if it is your first time ever playing Arma we will make sure to help you getting to know everything you need Promotions based on skill and character: While a candidate for a NCO or CO position has to show that he is fit for said rank, that is not limited to an understanding of tactics and other game-related topics. A candidate also must have a certain character, he has to have an open ear for the game-related problems of his men and has to be helpful and not belittling. The NCO´s and CO´s job is first and foremost to ensure that everybody enjoys the experience. A new gameplay experience: The setting and the restrictions it brings as well as the mods we use to add tools create a rather unique experience that differs from your standard Arma III gameplay. The lack of equipment like GPS, NVGs or Scopes and Supressors as well as the added realism through mods like ACE and Enhanced Movement come together in a mix that might look hard but leads to an immersive and addictive experience that you don´t want to miss again after you´ve done your first operation. Fun Ops: Outside of our regular official Operations and Platoon Trainings, we do have a lot of Fun Ops. Dedicated Events are planned and held on Sundays whenever the mission makers got the spare time to prepare them. Apart from that we also play fun WW2-related gamemodes on the server when no mission or training is being held. For now we got a resistance scenario called "Vindicta" going, which is great fun and comes with era appropriate equipment and enemies. Flexibility on roles: While you can apply for a specialist slot, that doesnt mean you´ll only get to play as a rifleman when there are no vacant slots left. We do offer specialist trainings for all the different roles and encourage our squad members to play as different roles so things dont get boring. So switching classes with a squadmate or filling in for a medic who´s on vacation is absolutely possible and very much encouraged.
WHAT WE DO EXPECT:
- A legal copy of Arma III, no DLC´s required as of now
- Being 17+ (exceptions are possible, depends on maturity)
- Your willingness to learn and to follow orders
- Some knowledge of the english language. Since many of our members are not native speakers however, there is no need for perfect english, we just have to understand each other. By the way, be aware that the author of this text is no native speaker, so sorry for any errors I made along the way - A working microphone
- To respect your fellow paratroopers and in return to be respected
- A sense of humour is helpful
- Empathy towards new players, we will not tolerate anyone belittling someone else because of his lack of experience
- Some level of commitment, especially from players who play in other units as well. There´s no mandatory attendance rules when real life stuff happens, but we will not commit to someone who does not want to commit to us. We are, after all, a unit and not some sort of backup plan. So please do only apply if you actually want to join us. If you just want to have a look first, i can send you links to tons of video material from different operations.
ROLES:
The 91st Airborne do offer quite a few roles which work together like cogs in a wheel. The roles are as follows:
- Rifleman
- Autorifleman
- Machine Gunner
- Ammo Bearer
- AT Specialist
- Radioman
- Medic
Apart from that, there is a number of CO and NCO-Positions which you can be chosen for provided that a position is vacant and that you prove yourself character and skill-wise.
OPERATION AND TRAINING SCHEDULE:
As of now Operations start on Saturday 18:00 BST. Most of our Units members are from all around Europe so we schedule operations and trainings with that in mind. However, if you´ve got no problem with that fact, you are absolutely welcome in the 91st, wherever you might live. BCT Dates will be provided depending on how many recruits there are. As of now, Thursday is reserved for Platoon Excercises. If you can not attend our operations or excercises, we ask you to tell your Squad Leaders so they can relay that information to Company HQ. Keep in mind, the Operations need to be balanced to the number of players that will be attending so that information is vital.
That´s all, I think. Sorry for the wall of text. Feel free to PM me with any questions.
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2020.10.25 20:26 TrustAFluff Our First BAPT Event: Recap & Improvements

Scroll down for Date, Time, and Location of next BAPT Event.

What Worked

To Do

Completed

Improvements for next time

How do you want to be identified and where is your spot?
i.e. wearing a bright green shirt (can mark this by your username on the spreadsheet) and marking where your spot is on the parking lot map
Make sure you and your +1s have a clearly written and visible name tag.
Original owner or "from" u/username will help with writing reviews in the future.
There were non-BAPT folks randomly taking plants. If our spots are less spread out, we can keep a helpful eye on each other's trades.
Not comfortable being closer? Find a semi-nearby plant buddy to take turns walking around
We noticed folks getting closer to chat. While we do want to encourage discussion, please wear a better rated mask and please be careful of how close you're getting to others.
We definitely did not have enough photos at the event. If anyone would like to bring a camera next time and be our personal plant trade photographer - it is highly encouraged. This is recommended for perhaps the shyer members that want an excuse to chat with others and ask members permission to photograph.
Creating a multi-location poll and having a second poll with 2 locations2nd poll will list one SF/Oakland/central location as a choice and winning location from the 1st pollWe will vote and secure a location before filling out the spreadsheet.We’re not sure when the 3rd BAPT event will happen, it depends on the weather.

2nd BAPT Event:

Date: Saturday, November 14th, 2020

Time: 10 AM

Location: Ft. Funston

We made the location decision based on the results of the last poll.
Moving forward, weather permitting, we will try to have a BAPT event every 2nd Saturday.
The time was chosen for more warmth, light, and having an easy lunch after.
Wear layers! Ft. Funston can start to get a bit chilly and windy this time of year.

Wish List Loan or Small donation purchase for next event/check-in area:

I know there were folks that loaned and donated this last event, I don't want to make the assumption that you want to do it twice.
Last, but not least, for the next event, stop by to see your friendly neighborhood mods. Most likely, we have not moved from our parking spot, please stop by, chat, and show off your freebies.
It takes lots of time and effort to organize and improve our event.
We appreciate the patience and gratitude as we evolve and make changes to make our community a safer and nicer place to trade.
Our first BAPT event was so special because our community is so amazing!
Thank you all for attending, participating, and helping our community grow.
Happy Growing, Trading, and Exchanging! 🌱🍀🌿
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2020.10.25 20:00 DontKissMyGrandpa I (23M) gave my ex gf (21F) another chance for her to do the same thing. How do I make sense of why she’s like this if I even can

I’m sorry if this is long, I just think it’s important to give the minute details of the situation at hand to give a clearer understanding. Thanks you guys.
To preface the situation: I dated a girl who we’ll call Kate for 2 years that came to an end in May 2019 when she wanted to “work on herself” only to find out she jumped into another relationship. After the break up she told me she cheated on me and told me solely so I would leave her alone, not out of guilt. Throughout the next 11 months she would contact me at random points. The reasoning was always the same, something terrible happened to her (usually one of her new relationships failing) and she sought me out for comfort only to drop me off when things started to work out again in her favor. For the last 7 months out of those 11 she dates a guy who abused her, she contacted me the first time and I saw where this was going and told her that and she said that wouldn’t happen only for her to get back with him and her dropping me again. A couple months later around April this year she contacted me again saying the same thing happened and how she doesn’t know why I ever wanted to be with her and she wants to genuinely apologize this time and mean it for everything she did to me. She said she changed and realized I was the only person that cared about her. Now any logical person would say, “no I’m not talking to you go away” but I decided to give her another chance because I still loved her, epic right?
For 6 months Kates been great and pleasant. A couple weeks ago I took her skating as that’s something she loves to do. Skatings not really my thing so I just sat and watched her and she got upset saying that she wanted to spend time with me and do something with me which is a fair point. She also had qualms on how we don’t spend a lot of time together as we both work and I go to school as well. I told her I was planning on cutting my hours so I could spend more time with her and she seemed fine with it.
So two Wednesdays ago Kate told me she was going to stay at her friends house the next day as her friend lives closer to her job then where she lives and I had no issue with that. The next day she goes to work and is short with me all day, she gets off work around 1am and tells me that she’s going to her friends. I ask if she made it there around 2am and tried calling but she didn’t answer. So I checked the snap map on Snapchat (it’s a location feature on Snapchat) and it showed she was driving so I was like, “okay cool she’s alright”. So I text her around 3am and ask if she made it and she answers me and tells me she does. Then 15 minutes later she disabled her snapmap. The next day she tells me all of the sudden she’s thinking about moving closer to her job when her lease is up when a couple weeks earlier she was wanting to get a house with me. She also tells me she’s going to stay the night again as she may work Saturday, so I asked if I would see her tomorrow and she said she would. Saturday rolls around and she tells me she’s staying the night again. Now at this point bells are going off in my head, throughout these three days she’s been posting on her Snapchat continuously. If she normally did this I wouldn’t think anything of it but it’s out to the norm for her.
Sunday I tell Kate we need to talk. So I meet her at her house and she says how she wants to focus on herself and prioritize her job and do all these things on her own and be independent. I told her I don’t see how she can’t do that while being in a relationship, the only independence she wouldn’t have is talking to someone else. She says how we don’t spend time together other than sleeping next to each other and it doesn’t feel like a relationship and she wants to actually work on where she wants to be and won’t jump into another relationship like she did the first time. I told her how I told her I was going to cut my hours but she said that wouldn’t work as she’s going to be working the same hours (which doesn’t make sense). I ask if there is someone else and she says no. So I ask her what she wants to do, if she wants to take a break or break up and she just kept saying she doesn’t know. So to not leave any ambiguity I ask does that mean she goes does her own thing while I do mine and she responded with, “I don’t know”.
So for the next several days I gave her space. I asked her a couple days if she decided what she wanted to do and she still said “I don’t know”. Two days ago I texted her friend Abby about the whole thing as i wanted her insight as I genuinely wanted to make the relationship with Kate work. After talking to Abby for a while it came out that Kate is cheating on me. When she was “staying with her friend” for a couple days she was actually staying with this guy she works with as well as during the week I gave her time to make up her mind. She slept with him multiple times and would stay the night and “play housewife” while he was at work. Abby told me that initially Kate said, “it’s not cheating because I haven’t slept with him yet” so they have been talking for at least a couple weeks as she started her job about a month ago.
I freak out and drive up to her house to find out her car isn’t there, so she’s at this guys house again. So I text her and try calling her and tell her that I know. Yesterday she texted me saying she just woke up and I told her I wanted me stuff back. She said she didn’t know when she would be home and I told her that she’s at the guys house so she obviously doesn’t have anything going on at the moment. She tried to flip it on me saying “I see how you and Abby became best buds” and tried to say that we don’t view sex the same way and she had the intimacy of it taken away from her at a young age while I haven’t (she was molested at a young age).
So she gets home and gives me my stuff while I’m waiting in my car and starts to talk so I just tell her to sit down in my car. The entire conversation all she would say is “I don’t know what you want me to say” and was stone faced not showing any emotion and was staring forward the entire conversation. I don’t know if she turned off her emotions to run away from the problem or what. I asked her how she could do this to me again and this being even worse as it was premeditated and she literally just came from the guys house. She tried saying that it didn’t feel like a relationship because we didn’t go out and do things a lot (even though I proposed something to fix that). So the entire conversation I had with her a week earlier she was lying to my face the entire time. I told Kate how I asked her if there was someone else and how she told me she wasn’t going to just jump into another relationship. And she replied by saying, “there isn’t someone else and I’m not in another relationship”. Throughout the conversation she showed no remorse and was caught up on that Abby told me and called her a snake saying “she had no right to stick her nose in my business”. She wasn’t upset that she fucked me over again or that the relationship was coming to an end but how someone “wronged” her. She said she’s tired of putting other people before herself and she wants to put herself first. I asked her, “so did you not want Abby to tell me and for you to continue to leave me confused as to what’s going on while you were actively cheating on me?” And she responded by saying that she was going to tell me, which I don’t believe. She then said, “Abby made it out to be 100x worse then what it actually is” so I ask her to tell me how it is and she says, “no because Abby took that away from me”. So I tell her to have fun with her “side piece” which she referred to him as before to Abby and told her to never contact me again regardless if things are going to shit for her. I wished her the best and asked if she had anything to say then to say it now but I doubt she would as she was mostly silent the entire time saying I was “making her out to be a terrible person”. So she goes inside and I call and ask her for a gift back that I gave her prefacing it with saying that I know it was a selfish request. She said no and that it was selfish for me to ask that as if cheating me and playing housewife wasn’t selfish. So I told her she puts on this persona of putting other people first to convince herself when all she’s ever done is put herself first and what she wants and she was just as bad as her ex bf (which is the one who assaulted her). As soon as I said that she hung up. So her cheating on me and fucking me over again she has no feelings or emotions about but as soon as I compare her to her ex it’s the worst monumental thing to say. And that was that with what I can only assume was that she went back this guys house later last night.
So I know I fucked up by giving her another chance and I’m stupid for doing so. I know I need to not contact her but I just don’t know how to deal with all of this. I gave her another chance after she said she changed and put all the past things she did to me to the side and she does this again but it’s even worse. I can’t stop replaying all of this and thinking about how she has sex with this guy multiple times and was staying at his house all the while she knew I didn’t know what was going on and wanted to fix this. Any insight is appreciated as I can’t understand why someone would do something like this again to someone. I see a therapist because of the last time this happened and he always told me based off what I told him about Kate that she seems to have Borderline Personality Disorder. Any help is appreciated.
Tl;dr gave cheating ex another chance a year later just for her actively cheat again after 6 months and was lying to me about it and tried to gaslight me. How do I handle this and move on.
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2020.10.25 19:26 Agent0408 I feel like we don't talk enough about DCUO (DC Universe Online)

DISCLAIMER: This is just my opinion, please don't be toxic.
I started playing DCUO roughly 8 years ago today, and while I've taken various extended breaks (i.e skipping all of 2019 and most of 2020), I always come back to it. So, I want to talk about the leading superhero MMORPG for a bit.
First of all, this genre of MMO is probably my favorite. I love fantasy, and I've played ESO for most of 2020 and GW2 in 2018 and 2019, but I missed modern themes, cities, and of course superheros. As someone who grew up watching the Teen Titans, Young Justice, Batman Animated Series, Green Lantern animated series, and Justice League, I really appreciate that I can see most, if not all, of my favorite superheroes and villains. Moreover, since the DC Universe is so diverse, I still get a good amount of magic and traditional fantasy themes when characters like Raven or Wonder Woman are relevant. The voice acting is great too IMO.
I also love the combat and the powers. I like the wide range of weapons as well as the number (15) of powers you can choose from. The combat is a weird fusion of tab targeting and action combat and I love it. In fact, it's my favorite combat out of any MMO. I like it more than GW2 and I certainly like it a lot more than ESO's combat. And the choice of powers gives you a lot of freedom. You could be a tech guy like Batman or a magic wielder like Doctor Fate.
I think that the dungeons and raids (8 player) are fun too. I also like the duos, which I don't see in many MMOs. Over the years the open world aspect has had its ups and downs, and while it's not on the level of GW2 or ESO, I think that it has been steadily improving since 2018. I personally really like Atlantis. Their representation of Metropolis and Gotham are the best I've seen in any DC video game as well. While they reuse various parts of these maps very often, I don't particularly mind since the cities are quite large and I enjoy seeing them.
The game is still active on the PS4/PC servers, and the devs have steadily been releasing content about every 3 months with seasonal events often falling between them (Wonderverse came out in July or August, the Fall seasonal was a couple of weeks ago, the Halloween seasonal is current, and the next DLC comes out in November).
The game isn't perfect, and I do wish I could change some things (like make more content feel relevant), but I really enjoy it and just wanted to share. I think that now would be the perfect time to try it out since all of the DLCs that were previously locked due to a paywall are free now. A subscription offers you other perks, but at least the PvE content (not including the class associated with them) is free. As PS plus member, you get Green Lantern's power as well.
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2020.10.25 18:21 dothemaumau Moving company holding all my items hostage

I'm currently moving to Irvine from Portland and I'm running into some trouble with an unfortunate moving scam. I thought I did enough research but unfortunately not enough.
I worked with a moving company called Summit Moving to secure a pick up date for my furniture and belongings. They had great reviews and seemed to care about their customers so I went ahead and put down a security deposit with them. They outsourced my move to another moving company called MAPS Moving & Storage. Before MAPS came to pick up my stuff, Summit and I worked up an estimate of cost - an inventory of all furniture and boxes of belongings (furniture was precise to the exact measurement in cubic feet). It was around the $3500 mark. On the day of moving, the movers did not have me pay the rest of the balance - which was weird. After they picked up my things, they gave me a number to call to check on my ETA. I called the number the next day and they said they are loading the truck up as we speak and will let me know the delivery date in a day or so. I called back a couple days later and was told they can't give me an ETA until I pay up the remaining balance - and they sent me the bill. Now they are saying I owe them over $6100.
I started questioning why the amount nearly doubled on what we agreed on and they said it's because I had "extra furniture" - which is not true. They are now holding all my things hostage until I pay the balance in cash or personal check (payment options do not protect customers at all).
In hindsight, they probably did not collect the rest of the balance upon picking up my stuff because they wanted to manipulate numbers - it's my first time moving by myself with pets.
Any advice would be greatly appreciated, thank you.
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2020.10.25 18:10 Dil872 Looking for feedback on a fantasy book I am writing. First three chapters available

Hello!
So I posted a first draft chapter a while back and had some great feedback. I have now refined the fist chapter and written a further two, introducing more characters.
A few of the things I am looking for feedback on:
- Are there too many names/places being introduced too soon?
- Do the names seem appropriate? It is one of the things I dislike about writing, everyone and everything needs a name!
- I change perspectives between characters often, does this get jarring?
- Any mistakes/issues
- Things you really like :)
Google doc - https://docs.google.com/document/d/1TRwaB_HQQu7N7zFziO0RxGGWZLvI5PsmXlKy1B-V6Uc/edit?usp=sharing
Or, you could just read it below:
Book One
Part One
My acceptance of even my enemies is natural, for I recognise it is the same hand that writes our fate. From the writing of Rumbaldi
Chapter One
The arrow grazed his left shoulder and black blood poured out. The crowd erupted in cheers at the sight and Aben was once again reminded that they were here to see him die, or at least that’s what they hoped for. He ran to the boulder on his right only to realise that this too had been moved since his last fight, it was now nine steps further away. He was out in the open for too long and decided to dive instead of run the last few steps. Another arrow whistled a hand span away from where he had just been.
Arenas were generally speaking supposed to be circular but given the lack of regulations governing arena fights, rarely were two arenas the same in size or shape. Some in fact were more of a square than a circle. Around the fighting circle were erected stands for the paying crowds, most arenas had a single stand but the larger more prestigious venues had up to three tiers. A few years ago, it had become popular to have a random selection of objects within the arenas, sometimes with weapons hidden into them.
Berret never changed the layout of the arena, partially because it was against the rules but mostly because he was too lazy. The fact that he had bothered meant he really wanted him to leave the arena wrapped in white and not breathing. A new layout meant the memorized map in Aben’s mind was of little use.
He peeped around the boulder to see his latest opponent, he had his next arrow ready and aimed. At the sight of Aben’s red hair he released the arrow but he had moved back behind the safety of the boulder and heard the arrow ricochet off the side. That was his third arrow, fighters were limited to five arrows so he would have two more before he would discard the bow and revert to his sword. He knew he should run from cover to cover until he could get into sword range. But he thought, where was the challenge in that. He raised his wooden shield and rather than run out from behind the boulder, he leaped over it and charged. He felt the thud of an arrow hitting his shield before he saw the steel tip penetrating through, a finger length away from his left eye.
The fighter realised that his arrow had not hit, as Aben sped up. The fighter started to move back and drew his short sword, faster than he had thought possible he had closed the distance between them. The fighter was saved from Aben’s swing as he tripped over a stone and fell backwards. Aben had the opportunity to end the fight but stepped back and let the fighter get back to his feet. The fighter, surprised to still be alive, rose and nodded his appreciation toward Aben. Once ready he came sword thrusting right to left, it was predictable and slow. Aben deflected the sword with his shield and looked for the opening he knew his opponent would have left. The last thing the fighter saw was Aben’s sword slashing toward his neck.
The crowds cheering abruptly stopped as they saw the blood on Aben’s sword and the body of the fighter slump to the ground. Aben looked at the hundreds of faces that started jeering and hurling whatever they could afford to get rid of into the arena. There was that face again, the one that looked at him directly in the eyes, that never screamed for his death. She saw him look at her and nodded with a silent applause, this was the first time she had engaged in anything more than a steely gaze. Aben had to raise his shield to his face to protect it from the rotten vegetables being directed at him by the crowd, when he looked back, she was gone.
Aben looked down at the body and leant down to close the eyes. He whispered. ‘May the mother embrace you.’ He did not remember where he had heard the saying, but it was something he started to say to all his fallen foes.
Aben looked at the red blood pooling around the fallen fighter’s neck and was forever amazed to think that this difference in the colour of their blood, his own black as the darkest night and the fighter’s red as a rose in bloom, was the cause of such hate, war and death.
Berret walked into the arena, his arrival got the unhappy crowd somewhat more unhappy. They had paid for what they hoped would be a more engaging fight, one that would see him slain at the end of it. His booming voice proclaimed ‘My dear Edesans, what a thrilling fight! For a second, I too thought that arrow had pierced into his chest and we would have seen the black blood of his heart.’
Someone shouted. ‘Death to black bloods.’
Another shouted. ‘Mortals rule all!’
Berret continued. ‘With his victory today, Aben has secured his place in our championship final. He will face the winner of tomorrow’s fight, when Edesa’s very own war veteran, Palas will face a barbarian from the tribal lands. And the best part, it will be at a discount ticket price for everyone who had tickets for today.’ The crowd erupted in cheers, placated by the discount.
Aben left the arena quickly and after getting stitches for his shoulder, he entered Berret’s office. Like the man, the office was small and smelt like a latrine.
‘I see you’re patched up.’ Berret said.
Aben nodded. ‘You changed the layout.’
‘My arena, my layout.’
He did not want to argue with him around the rules of arena fights.
Berret threw a pouch of coins which Aben swiftly caught in one hand. The weight was wrong, he checked inside.
‘You owe me five hundred ru’el. This is three hundred.’
‘I told you to make the fight interesting and you would get five hundred. You killed Diel in less than fifty heartbeats! You are lucky you are getting paid at all. I nearly had a riot on my hands!’
‘I am paid to kill my opponent, how I kill them is up to me.’
‘And it is my arena, what I pay my fighters is up to me.’
Aben rested his hand on the hilt of his dagger. A gesture that did not escape the attention of Berret who suddenly changed his tone. ‘I tell you what, you win the final fight and I will pay you the one thousand ru’el winner’s prize and a bonus of five hundred ru’el.’
Aben knew he and his father could do with the extra money but his stony expression hid his consideration of the offer. Berret who was unable to read him thought he had not convinced the fighter yet. ‘Also, I will let you keep the armour.’ Berret said somewhat reluctantly.
He would never replace his father’s sword, but he could do with a new shield and an extra pair of daggers. Aben smiled.
Upon seeing Aben walk out of the fighter gate of the arena, Kyros ran to hug his son and then inspected his latest stitches.
Immortals did not age much beyond their thirtieth year, so for observers, Kyros did not look like Aben’s father. He in fact looked like his younger brother, although they shared the same dark red hair and something about their lips and jaw suggested a relation, but that’s where the similarities ended. Aben towered over Kyros, both in height and bulk. His skin colour was more tanned and his eyes were an unusual shade of brown-red.
‘That was too close, He almost killed you.’ Kyros said worriedly.
‘He would have had to be a lot better to do that.’ Aben replied with a smile. ‘She was there again today. Did you see her?’ he asked a little more seriously.
‘No. I was too busy praying to the angels for your safety.’
‘You worry too much father, these fools are not fast enough, strong enough or smart enough to hurt me.’
‘They do not need to be, they only need one lucky arrow shot that you do not see.’
This was an old argument and one that he did not want to repeat. ‘Let’s eat,’ Aben said as he hooked his arm around his father’s neck and started walking toward the town centre. ‘Fighting always makes me hungry.’
‘Just like your mother.’ Kyros said and then averted his eyes.
Aben had no memories of his mother and his father was reluctant to ever talk about her or how she had died. All he had was snippets of information that Kyros had unwittingly revealed in passing conversation.
‘My mother fought?’ Aben asked, he had never heard of women fighting in the arenas. He was fairly sure it was prohibited.
‘With me.’ Kyros clarified.
‘You and her fought with weapons?
‘Women need no weapons to fight with men.’ Kyros said. Aben knew he could maybe get one more sentence out of his father before he would change the topic.
‘Did she win?’
Kyros looked up surprised at the question, he smiled as if he were thinking of a fond memory.
‘Always.’ He said, almost to himself.
Aben added this to his small but growing list of things he knew about his mother.
A stone came flying at them, Aben saw it at the edge of his vision and reacted on instinct. He caught it in mid-air, it was missing him but would have hit Kyros. Aben immediately looked to stand in front of his father, his left hand shielding his face and his right hand went to draw his sword.
‘Eat shit you black blooded bastard.’ A man walking from the betting house said. He was joined by another man who spat at Aben but the phlegm did not travel far enough to land on him.
Before Aben could unleash his sword, Kyros had put his hand on his arm and firmly said ‘Abenthos no.’ He nodded in the direction of soldiers at the end of the road, who had noticed the commotion. ‘If you react, they will have us both in cells with your winnings gone missing.’ Kyros said quickly. Kyros knew that his son would not hesitate to kill anyone that even deemed even a slight threat to his father.
In all the seven Kingdoms of Uthan Immortals were not allowed to carry weapons. The Kingdoms of Edesa and Thurn made exceptions for fighters of the arenas. Even then, if an immortal was caught fighting with a mortal outside of an arena, the consequences would be harsh for the black blood.
Aben took a deep breath, withdrew his hand and straightened. The men walking toward them suddenly realised just how much taller and broader Aben was than them, they slowed their approach and kept their distance. ‘Lose some ru’el, betting against me?’ Aben asked.
‘That arrow should have taken you in your black heart.’ The man said.
Before Aben could respond the soldiers had arrived. ‘What’s going on here?’ One of them barked.
‘These men are fans of mine; they were just congratulating me on my victory in the arena’ Aben said. ‘Isn’t that right gentlemen?’
The men sneered but walked away.
The soldiers watched the men walk back to the betting house and turned to Aben, ‘I saw you fight today. You fight well, for a black blood.’ One of the soldiers said. ‘But fighting in an arena and fighting in a war are very different things.’
Ignoring the back handed compliment, Aben noticed the scar on the soldier’s arm and replied. ‘Thank you. Which campaign were you part of?’
Kyros had never seen Aben meet a soldier and not immediately want to talk about which wars they participated in, how the armies had set up, what tactics were employed and how the soldier fared. Luckily, most soldiers did not entertain his questions.
‘The Hurish incursion of Samdek.’ the soldier replied and then spat on the floor.
Edesa had lost a series of battles to the kingdom of Hur and ended up ceding their southern territory of Samdek. Aben had his next question at the tip of his tongue when Kyros interjected. ‘Thank you for your intervention, we will be on our way now.’ With that he grabbed Aben’s arm and started walking away.
‘I wanted to ask them...’ Aben did not get a chance to complete his sentence.
‘They are not interested in answering your questions.’ Kyros interrupted.
‘You don’t know that.’
‘Didn’t you just say you were hungry? I heard of a place a few streets away. They won’t let us sit inside of course, but will sell us hot food and we can find the shade of a tree.’
‘You think they will recognise me?’ Aben asked.
‘Your blood is still visible.’ Kyros said, pointing toward Aben’s shoulder.
Aben has forgotten about the wound.
‘Never forget who we are Aben. For surely they will never fail to remind us.’
Chapter Two
Idan was looking out at the green pastures, nothing but lush hills for as far the eye could see. The fresh evening air was caressing his skin, the sun in it’s slow ebbing away was filling the sky with a spectrum of colours. He could hear the distant chattering of birds and further away was the hustle bustle of the southern tribes. He was sitting atop his favourite hill and trying to internalise all that he could see, feel and hear. He slowed his heart beat and added this memory to what he called the anchors of peace. In moments of distress, Idan would close his eyes and revert to one of his anchors. He would force his mind to recall the feeling of the air brushing his hands, the rays of sun warming his face, and that feeling of peace. By the time he opened his eyes he would feel the calm forces pushing away his anxiety.
Idan was reflecting on what the future holds when he thought he could hear something coming up the hill in a hurry. He turned around and looked down the hill to see Hymer running up. Hymer stopped and held the side of his stomach, stretched, grimaced and continued up the hill, this time it was more of a fast walk. He was sweating profusely and when he looked up to see Idan staring down at him, he smiled, but his face then turned concerned and he ran the last few strides.
‘Why out of all the hills do you have to choose the highest one?’ Hymer asked, panting as he reached Idan’s side. He had bent to his knees and was breathing heavily.
Idan starched his hand out to the valley, as if to say behold. ‘Need I make a clearer case?’ He replied.
When Hymer looked up he stood still for a moment and took in the beauty of the tribal lands.
Idan looked at his best friend expectantly, Hymer looked confused for a moment and then remembered why he had trekked up the hill, frantically he said. ‘Shez is about to kill someone, we need to go right now.’
Idan thought about asking for an explanation but knew it would only slow them down and Shez rarely had a good reason to draw his sword.
Idan, Hymer and Shez were childhood friends. Although they hailed from different tribes, they had spent some of their formative years together. Tribal custom was for boys from noble heritage to be sent away from their families on their fourth name day. They would travel with the Bedouin tribes to the remote valleys of Nush, where they would spend up to six years learning the traditions of their culture. It was thought this time away from their families and in particular their mothers would make them stronger men. They would travel almost continuously, only stopping for a few weeks at a time. The harsh and often remote life of the Bedouins of Nush meant that not all of the boys returned to their families, sickness could often be fatal, as the Nush only had visiting healers. The boys that did return to their tribes would be adept at hunting, fighting, archery and would have started their training with the sword. They would also be taught the history of the tribes and their guiding codes.
‘Your word is your bond; your bond is your honour and your honour is your life. Never forget the greatest honour is that of your tribe.’ Malak, one of the Bedouin leaders would say to the boys every morning. The honour of the tribe was the most important aspect of their life and this was ingrained into Idan and the others every day.
Idan, Hymer, Solam and Shez had become the closest of friends during those six years. Solam did not make it back from the Nush valleys. He had fallen unwell in the third year of their time with the Bedouins and despite the prayers of his friends and the limited healing efforts of the Bedouin women, he had died after a month of holding on to life, waiting for the healer to arrive. The healer had arrived the day after his funeral was held. His loss still haunted Idan, who fasted on his death anniversary every year. He vowed that if he were to have sons, he would not send them away. Idan spent the remaining days questioning the healer with everything they could have done to save his friends life. A year later when Shez fell unwell with a high fever and chills, Idan took it upon himself to take care of him. Despite the warnings of the Bedouin leaders that he would be falling behind in his training, he refused to leave his friends bedside. He followed the advice of the healer on how to manage the fever and within a few weeks Shez was back on his feet albeit it would be weeks more for him to regain his strength. The Bedouins insisted on carrying on with their travel as soon as Shez was walking and often Idan and Hymer would stay back with Shez who was able to maintain a slower pace.
One night when the three friends were laying on their back and stargazing. Shez who was deep in thought suddenly got up and went on a single knee. He removed his dagger and presented it to Idan who had also stood up.
‘I owe you my life. On this night I give you my word, that should the time arise, my blade is yours to command.’
Idan and Hymer ran back to the market quarters and saw that a crowd had gathered. They pushed through the spectators and could hear an elderly man pleading with Shez. He was being held by two of Shez’s house slaves.
‘I promise you my son is due to return any day now. He has gone to sell our goods in Edesa, he will return with sufficient profit and I will pay you back your loan.’
By the stress in his tone, it seemed that this was not the first time he was explaining his situation.
Shez had fury in his eyes as he stormed back and forth. ‘You and I had an agreement. We had an agreement!’ He shouted. ‘And now you want to break your word, break your honour?!’ He spat on the floor. ‘I should kill you now, oath breaker.’
‘No, no, no. I can pay you some of it back now’ the old man was desperate now.
Idan had heard enough and broke through the crowd to stand in front of Shez.
‘Shez, enough of this. Take what he can give now and set a new date for the rest.’
‘You can even charge a higher interest or a penalty, or both.’ Hymer added, as he stood next to Idan.
‘This is why you had me wait?’ Shez asked Hymer accusingly. ‘So, you could get Idan here.’
Shez turned to Idan. ‘No, this time you do not get to talk me out of it. This old fool has broken his word to me. He has broken his honour.’ His every word increased in volume so that he was nearly shouting by the end. The murmuring crowd clearly agreed with Shez.
Idan looked into Shez’s eyes and saw the rage. Idan had seen this look before and it never ended well. He made an instant decision and turned his back to his friend and faced the old man.
‘How much do you owe him?’ Idan asked.
The old man looked confused; his lips were dry and crusting. Idan thought he needed water before he passed out. Idan turned to one of the slaves holding him by the arms and firmly said. ‘Let him go.’
‘How much?’ Idan asked more softly.
‘The loan was for two thousand ru’el. I can pay seven hundred now but the rest, only when my son returns.’ Idan unhooked the waterskin hanging at the man’s waist and gave it to him.
‘What are you doing?’ Shez protested but Idan ignored him and Hymer stood in between the two.
‘We are going to make a separate deal. I am going to loan you one thousand three hundred ru’el. I expect repayment with one percent interest in...’ Idan looked at him expectantly who clearly could not believe he was maybe going to walk out of this alive.
‘In one month, my son will be back in one month at the most.’ He said quickly.
‘Idan this has nothing to do with you.’ Shez said, but his anger had clearly waned.
‘And this has nothing to do with you Shez.’ Idan replied.
Idan reached into his cloak and withdrew two pouches. He looked over at Hymer and made a face that needed no words. Hymer quickly withdrew four pouches of his own. He removed some gold ru’el from the last pouch which he deposited in an inside pocket and handed everything else over to Idan. ‘You are lucky, Hymer here is from the Azqari.’ The old man's eyes widened in appreciation. The Azqari tribe being one of the most influential and wealthy of the southern tribes, were always recognised when named.
Idan handed the pouches to the old man who held onto his new found wealth for a moment and then gave the money to Shez, who reluctantly accepted his due.
The crowd dispersed, disappointed that they would not see any blood today.
The man turned back to Idan. ‘What is your name, son of honour?’ He asked.
Idan smiled and replied. ‘Idan Safarez from the Sinah tribe. My tribe does not hold titles.’ He said warmly. Select tribes were given titles of importance, it added prestige to the households of the tribe and the respect of the other tribes.
The old man gave a small smile and said. ‘Honour is not just a title. It is a quality of the soul.’ He turned to Hymer and held his hands. ‘Thank you too, son of honour.’ The Azqari were the actual holders of the honour title among the southern tribes. Saying that he walked away. As he turned away Idan noted that he still held himself well, his cloak was of good quality but the cut was of an older fashion. Idan realised he forgot to ask his name.
Idan turned to see Hymer already speaking with Shez. In itself it was an amusing sight. Shez was a head span taller than Hymer, he also had his broad sword, short sword, bow and arrows all strapped to his person. Idan knew he would also have a host of other weapons hidden away. But Hymer was talking to Shez, the way a father would scold a child. Now that Shez had calmed down, he would see the light of reason.
‘And you thought threatening his life would result in you getting your loan back?’ Hymer asked rhetorically.
‘But Hymer, he gave me his word.’ Shez said defensively.
‘And he came to you to explain his situation rather than hide from you.’
‘Well I guess he had some honour.’
Idan joined the conversation. ‘All that would have happened is that the man’s son would have returned to hear that you have killed his father, he would have sworn vengeance and challenged you in blood combat, and you...’ Idan stopped and looked at the swords Shez carried. He continued. ‘You will probably kill him.’ Shez actually smiled at that. Idan ignored him and continued. ‘And that would have resulted in a blood feud between your two tribes, resulting in nothing but more death. All because of a delay of a small loan.’ Idan emphasised the words delay and small.
Shez lowered his head. ‘Yes, yes, I see your points.’
Not wanting to labour the point further, Idan changed the topic. ‘The contest starts in a week. Do you feel ready?’ he asked Shez.
Every year the southern tribes held a contest to establish the order of the greatest swordsmen. The contest was an optional entry but at least a few men from every tribe would put their names forward. The tribe with the winning swordsman would be given the honorific title of sword; with each member of the tribe being referred to as the sons and daughters of the sword.
For the past twenty-five years the title had been held by only three tribes. The Baloq, the Estada and the Rivera tribes; Shez belonged to the Rivera. Three years ago, Shez’s elder brother had been defeated in the final against Urar, a fighter from the Baloq and for the last three years no one had come close to defeating him. Shez himself was defeated by Urar in last year’s contest. Shez later admitted to Idan and Hymer that at no point in the fight did he feel like he had the upper hand.
‘I am never going to be more ready.’ He said without great confidence. Shez was a great fighter, his size and strength alone were often intimidating enough for those stepping up against him. ‘But I have a problem. Anaros wants to participate.’
Anaros was Shez’s youngest brother. Idan had seen the boy since his birth and even the time with the Bedouins did not seem to change him much. He was ever confident with his tongue as sharp as the best of swords.
‘He is still a child.’ Hymer said
‘He reached his sixteenth name day this year.’
‘Is he any good?’ Idan asked.
‘He refuses to fight with me or anyone in the family.’ Shez said, clearly unhappy at that fact. ‘He trains only with that halfwit Bedouin who refuses to be a Bedouin and move on. I mean that is what they are supposed to do right? Not stay in a single place.’ Shez said frustrated.
‘Do you want me to speak with him?’ Idan asked. Anaros had always liked Idan and seemed to respect his views.
‘No, I do not think there’s any getting through to him. Let him fight, he will soon find out why boys should not fight men.’
‘Speaking about getting a beating. I saw some of your uncle’s men in the crowd.’ Hymer said to Idan.
Idan looked at the sky and groaned. This was not going to be a good night, he thought. Idan thought of the valley view from atop his mountain and went back to his anchors of peace.
Chapter Three
There were a lot of perks of being a prince Jace thought, but the greatest was the women. Being crown prince behind his grandfather meant Jace would one day become King of Hulentis, the first and foremost Kingdom of Uthan.
Jace was currently trying to convince the daughter of a noble family that she really did not need to be wearing clothes in his royal company. They were in a bedroom of the largely unused east wing of the Eonian palace. Although rarely used, Jace’s mother insisted that it still be kept in pristine condition and so there was not a speck of dust for the finger to catch. Jace however, was trying to get his fingers to unlatch the bodice of Lureva or was it Mureva. Let’s stick with the brunette he thought. He was kissing her lips and neck and she was finally reciprocating, her hands making a mess of his brown hair.
‘Are you sure no one is going to come here?’ She asked for the second time.
‘Here? No, no. No one ever comes here anymore.’ He said distractedly as he kissed her again.
He had just managed to undo the second hook of her bodice when the door flung open. The brunette jumped up with a shriek and covered her now nearly exposed chest with a cushion. Jace was about to shout, get lost, when he saw Onayza, his younger sister, walk in.
‘Ah there you are, brother mine.’ Onayza said with a satisfied smile. ‘And Kureva, you are here too, splendid. I was just showing your parents the gardens and they were mentioning your love of roses. Perhaps you would like to join them?’ She asked.
‘Yes, your grace.’ She squealed and hurriedly put her clothes back in order as she exited the room.
‘You are going the wrong way my dear.’ Onayza said. She immediately changed directions and headed the right way. ‘Down the first set of stairs, take a left and walk until you see the fountains, then take a right.’
She turned to look at the princess one more time, her face a red to match the roses she would soon be seeing and said. ‘Yes, your grace.’ She curtsied and practically jogged away.
Onayza turned to face his brother with a sly smile.
‘You could not have waited a half hour more?’ Jace asked.
‘I dislike rice, it makes me bloated. Which is why I largely stick to bread.’ She replied.
‘How is that an explanation?’ Jace asked, now annoyed a little.
‘Kureva’s father is the fourth richest man in our kingdom and the supplier of the best quality of wheat to the crown.’ Onayza said. ‘Getting his daughter with child would mean mother would insist you marry her, which you will not do. I do not think her father will want to sell us wheat thereafter. And I like bread.’ Onayza said with a smile as she roamed around the lavishly decorated room.
‘The fourth, really. Who knew?’ Jace said nonchalantly, as he stood in front of a mirror equal to his own height and tried to push down a part of his hair that would not stay down.
‘You would have if you actually paid attention to our tutors and not the maids.’
‘Now where’s the fun in that.’
‘Did you know this bedroom belonged to one of our late uncles?’ she asked without really expecting an answer. ‘After he was killed, grandfather had this section of the palace sealed off.’
‘The rapist or the traitor?’ Jace asked.
‘They were both traitors.’ Onayza stated.
‘Right. Well I do not think grandfather knows where his own bedroom is on the best of days, far less where the east wing is, or that he sealed it off, or that he once had traitors as sons. Jace said.
‘Oh, he still remembers his sons. At night he can be heard talking to them in his dreams.’
‘Tragic.’ Jace said.
Onayza and Jace were taught of their uncles as part of their tuition. It was a cautionary tale of ambition, greed and the King’s justice.
‘We have been summoned.’ Onayza said.
Jace gave up on the strands of hair that defied and him turned to his sister. Technically only the King could summon him but they both knew there was one other in the Kingdom who presumed such privilege.
‘That is never a good thing.’ Jace said
‘It rarely is.’ Onayza agreed.
He gave one final look in the mirror and said. ‘Shall we?’
With that they walked side by side to their summoning.
As they existed the east wing Jace asked. ‘Any ideas on what this is about?’
‘None.’ She lied.
‘Onayza, there is nothing in life that you know nothing about. It’s part of the reason I love you so.’
She smiled inwardly and looked at her brother. He was charming, that is for sure she thought.
‘If I had to speculate, I would say it is about the celebrations.’
‘Right, of course.’ Jace said. ‘Erm what about said celebrations, exactly?’
‘Jace, we are about to host the heads of the six Kingdoms of Uthan, in the greatest celebration the Kingdom has ever seen. Did you really think you would have no greater part to play other than to show up to the night festivities and look pretty?’
‘I was going to leave the looking pretty part to you.’ Jace joked. After a moment he asked. ‘So, I have to what, shake some hands?’
‘Oh, this is going to be entertaining.’ Onayza said as they approached the large double wooden doors. They had reached the grand war room. The immortal kings of old had mapped out campaigns of for the conquest in this very room.
Three hundred years ago a group of human revolutionaries started a campaign of independence from the immortal Kingdoms of old. In three bloody years of battles they defeated the final immortal armies and ushered in a new dawn for mankind, with mortal rule over Uthan. The leaders of the group, Menor, Naz, Aalm, Pele and Hur would split the old Kingdoms into new borders and crown themselves Kings, and in the case of Naz, Queen. Jace was the direct descendant of Menor, the leader of the revolutionaries. Every year the final defeat of the immortals and establishment of the new Kingdoms was celebrated, but as this was the three hundredth year a grand celebration was in order.
At the sight of the royal siblings the guards standing at the door bent to their knees. Despite being treated as the future king of Hulentis since his birth Jace was still uncomfortable at the formalities. Onayza knew that he disliked preferential treatment and wanted to be liked for he was and not what he would become. It’s why she loved him, but of course she did not tell him that, he really did not need more of an ego.
The guards opened the door to let them in, inside sitting around the table was their summoner, their mother. With her were the masters of arms, faith and law. The room was draped in red and gold, the colours of Hulentis and had a table that could seat twenty. Onayza knew it was no accident that her mother had chosen this room, she was looking to make a point. The room was thick with tension.
Jace whispered. ‘This keeps getting better and better.’ He turned to Onayza, ‘You knew it would be all of them.’
The men stood from their seats and bowed, each in their own style. Their mother stayed seated; she would only bow to the King.
‘Mother and the wise men!’ Jace said in mock happiness. ‘Such a venerated group. To what do I owe the pleasure?’ He asked.
‘My prince.’ The men said in unison.
‘Have a seat.’ The princess said.
The siblings looked at each other and took their seats.
Never one for pleasantries she said. ‘We need to discuss the health of the King and the upcoming celebrations.’ She stopped and stared at her children. ‘Quite simply, The King’s health has worsened in the past year and in particular over the last months. He is no longer fit enough to be presented to the visiting Kings and Queens least he makes a fool of himself and embarrasses us all.’ She took a breath and now looked at Jace exclusively. ‘We have decided that you must take the responsibility to sit on the throne.’
Onayza thought she had seen the stable master display more emotion when having to put down a horse that had broken a leg. She looked over at her brother who was clearly lost for words. A rare occurrence indeed.
‘But… how? Grandfather, I mean the King still…lives.’ He managed to get out.
‘We will simply tell everyone that the King has been taken unwell and the healers have insisted that he have bed rest. And that you are taking the role you are destined to inherit.’
‘I am not sure about this. What will you tell grandfather?’ Jace asked, looking for a way out.
For the first time the Princess showed some emotion, she squinted her eyes in what Onayza and Jace knew meant she was tired and frustrated.
‘We will not. I will position guards outside his chambers. He will not be let out.’
‘For a whole week?’ Onayza asked with incredulity.
The princess looked at her now. ‘You will be at your brothers’ side throughout the week. We all know that you are better informed of the political affairs of the other Kingdoms. You will help him navigate the details and dynamics.’
‘And what role will you be playing?’ Onayza asked.
‘Do not presume to question me girl.’ The princess snapped.
‘That is to say, how can we expect your expert guidance?’ Jace said before Onayza could respond.
After an extended glare at her daughter, she turned back to her son, the future king of Hulentis. ‘I cannot be seen to be too close to you.’ She glanced at the masters and then back at him. ‘I am not loved by the people or the other royals.’ The masters of arms shifted in his seat and the master of law simply looked away, suddenly more interested in the papers in front of him. Clearly this was the prickly topic which was the cause of the tension in the room before they had walked in Onazya thought.
‘Even though it is I who has been governing this Kingdom whilst your grandfather has been singing to the fairies and you have been trying to create an army of bastards.’ She said bitterly. She took a breath and composed herself, she continued. ‘So, you with your sister's help will lead the way in forging a new start with the other kingdoms. One of respect and apparently affection.’ She said the last word whilst rolling her eyes.
The old master of faith who had largely had his eyes closed until now stirred and said. ‘Hulentis is and always will be the first and greatest Kingdom in all of Utahn. The King of Hulentis is the leader of all Kings in the land. He must be respected.’ At that he nodded at the princess. ‘But he also must be loved by the people he rules and the kingdoms he leads. With respect and fear they will fight for you. But for love they will die for you.’
The princess said. ‘You have one week to read and understand every trade agreement between us and the other Kingdoms. Every minor and major conflict currently at play. Backgrounds on all the households of the Kings and Queens, and all the nobility that shall be attending. There shall be more agreements, deals and backstabbing in this one week than in the next two years. I want us in the best position possible.’ With that she pointed at the large stack of ledgers, scrolls and books on the other table in the large room. ‘That is to start with, more shall be on its way.’
Onayza groaned, as much she enjoyed learning, this was a near impossible task with consequences she did not completely understand.
‘Very well. Jace said. ‘You may leave.’
The masters all rose at once. The princess raised an eyebrow and then stood up herself, clearly not enjoying being dismissed. As they exited the room Onayza turned to Jace.
‘She’s going to make you pay for that.’
‘She can try.’ He said coolly.
‘You know we cannot possibly learn everything in one week.’
‘You know that, and I certainly know that. But I did not want to give her the satisfaction of knowing that we know that.’ Jace said with a smile. ‘Plus, I doubt any king knows all that. This is just another one of her tests. We will learn the essentials and guess the rest.’
‘You cannot charm your way to being a King.’
‘Technically I don’t even need charm to be King. That is just an added benefit.’ He said with a wink.
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2020.10.25 17:46 dogeman87 I found a dangerous treasure. [Final]

Part 1

Breaking into a museum is hard. The movies portray robbers as geniuses, heists as highly planned events that baffle security. The protagonists- criminals, really- smile and celebrate when they pull off the stunt, and authorities are left clueless.
In reality, it’s almost impossible to get away with robbery. There are so many ways it can go wrong. First you have to get out of the building. Security cameras, guards, eyewitnesses, alarm systems that contact the police… there are an infinite number of ways you can get screwed. And that’s only on the inside. When you come out, there are security cameras on every corner, ones on traffic lights and stores and even fucking parks that might pick you up. There’s the matter of a license plate that might lead back to you. There are people that can claim they saw a certain car leaving the scene of the crime. Hell, if you leave identifiable fibers or hairs on the scene you might be caught.
I did my research. Failure was not an option. No matter how hard it was, no matter what the person risk might be, I had to return the treasure. My family, my friends, possibly the world would be doomed if I didn’t pull it off. I don’t like to be overdramatic. In this case, I think I have underemphasized the importance of my mission. If I fucked up, I was committing the entire human race to a gruesome death. Who knew how the coins worked? Maybe they would convince Putin to start a nuclear war. Maybe the next American president would start World War III.
So I recruited help. I still was in contact with a friend who was up to the task. Jack is both a movie buff and a security guard. He had seen the best of both worlds. He knew what parts of heist movies were realistic and what parts were complete horseshit. He could recommend how I evade the guards and security measures at the museum, what I might expect to run into, the precautions that I would have to take.
I never told him what I was doing. He would never have helped otherwise. I told him I was interested in writing a book and that I wanted to make sure my heist was as accurate as possible. God bless him, he believed me. I don’t read much, have never written more than a couple essays in my life, and he thought that I was serious.
His advice also taught me one important lesson: guards are often naïve. You ever see a movie where security is laughably bad, oblivious to an ongoing robbery and incapable of containing it when they find out? That’s partially true. A lot of things in movies and books are true, especially the ones that seem unrealistic. Lawyers that harangue law enforcement to protect their client? It happens. Incompetent law enforcement that botches an investigation? I think we all know how real that is, given the current happenings of the world. The same applied to museum security… or so I thought.
There were a lot of hurdles to overcome. First, I had to master the entrance and escape. I could not be identified outside of the building. This would prove more difficult than I imagined. The first order of business was to get another car. I’m not exactly rich, so it was difficult, to say the least. I settled on my cousin’s Honda Civic, a white model that was indistinguishable from any others on the road. No bumper stickers, no scratches or mods. Unbeknownst to him, I visited a junkyard and purchased an old license plate as a “souvenir,” then used that on the Civic.
I purchased a ski mask. You might be thinking that wearing a mask is cliché, that only people in movies do it and that there are better ways of concealing yourself. Wrong again. True, there might be better ways of going undetected, but a mask was the easiest. I also got some baggy black clothing to blend in with the darkness and conceal any details about my body they might glean from cameras.
That was the final problem: the street cameras. Eyewitnesses, too. I was probably fine with the precautions I had taken. My clothes would get burned after I used them, the car was owned by someone three hundred miles away, and I and the car would not be identifiable. Still, I would probably be recorded, and they might see a man with a ski mask driving a Honda Civic. The odds of them tracing it back to the correct one- and to me, no less- were staggeringly low, but was there a way of being more cautious?
I decided it was impossible. For every camera I avoided or tried to sabotage, another might capture me. I had to hope that what I had done already would be enough.
My preparations up to that point were the easy part. Next, I had to deal with actually entering the museum.
I managed to get a floor plan of the archive rooms online. As sketchy as it was, I went onto the dark web and hired a hacker to help me out. He found records of exactly where the treasure was being kept. I did not tell him exactly what I was looking for, only that I wanted the floor plans. I made sure to use a VPN whenever I spoke with him and received his messages. I even bought an old laptop from a city fifty miles away so that I could use that instead of my own. I accessed the dark web in public places and then scrapped the laptop once I transferred everything over to a hard drive.
I determined the best route to enter and exit the museum. There were cameras everywhere. Disabling them would be difficult. They were impossible to avoid, and anything I might do to destroy them en masse- an EMP, for example- would tip security off. The police would be called, and if that happened there was no way I would escape in time.
There was also the alarm system. I had to get through two locked doors which, if broken through, would automatically call the police. They would be there in minutes, way before I exited with my treasure. I would be caught and put in prison. The evidence would be irrefutable. While I rotted in jail, I would only be able to watch as more family and friends died or were irreparably harmed.
I decided that the cameras were unavoidable. I could not disable them all, and even disabling certain ones might give clues about my movements and identity. I had no idea how, but I was aware that an investigation would reveal things I had not considered. Most stories you see show the protagonists thinking one step ahead of the police, of the FBI, of the entire fucking government at times. Truth is, you never are able to cover every angle. You always leave some bit of evidence behind, and it might not be enough to catch you, but it also might be a death sentence. You can’t consider every possibility. I liken it to a professor making an exam: the professor has all the power, they can create whatever questions they want, and no matter how much a student prepares he or she will encounter something that they never expected.
So I did nothing about the cameras. I figured my disguise would be sufficient. That obviously left the problem of being spotted. My hacker determined that only the alarms would call the police. Only the guards were watching the cameras. Some places like small banks do go through constant police surveillance, but a museum holding tens of thousands of artifacts? Good luck. It would take a hell of a lot of personnel to watch every room.
I had caught a break. All I had to do was ensure the guards in the video room didn’t alert the police. At the same time, it made my job a lot harder. I had to somehow distract or eliminate them. I say eliminate, not kill. Murder was always out of the question for me, and I suspect that it would have made the investigation much more rigorous had the police found bodies. I stood a greater chance of being discovered. And if I killed more than one man… well, I was looking at a long time in prison.
I couldn’t ask Jack to contact the museum for me. I might have been able to set up an interview with security there, learn about their patterns and their break times, but it was too risky. I had already told Jack about my intentions, and I didn’t know if he would make the connection. Most likely he wouldn’t, because I asked him questions a couple weeks in advance, and I figured the robbery would not be a big news story. Still, telling him my intentions had been a risk. It was a small risk, though, because I knew him and I knew the likelihood of him hearing about what would happen. No operation is without risk. If he was my only loose link, I was okay with that.
Talking to museum security, though? I’d be asking to get caught. What would they think if some guy started asking all kinds of questions and then something was stolen under their nose? I knew the police wouldn’t find more evidence than that to connect me to the crime, but I wouldn’t have an alibi, and, as I said earlier, the cops have fucked up investigations. Certainly the system has convicted innocent men, some with very little evidence at all. I had no illusions about my ability to defend myself at trial. If they found enough circumstantial evidence to their liking, I’d be arrested and tried, and at the very least I’d be under heightened scrutiny. At worst, I’d be found guilty, and that would be a disaster. Sure, I wouldn’t tell them what I did with the treasure- I could even lie and say I sold it on the dark web and that I’d lost track of it- but I also didn’t want to spend time in prison.
So I had two big problems to deal with. One: how was I going to get in without being spotted on video? I knew they’d find the footage later, when they realized something had been stolen, but I could not afford to be caught in the act. Two: I had to get past the alarm system. That meant getting a card key to the door. Breaking in was not an option.
The obvious solution was to pay a visit to the security guards. Knock out whoever was in the video room, steal their key, enter the room, return the key somewhere, and leave undetected. The problem was how I would do it. I had no idea where security guards would be in the hallways. I had mapped out a route through maintenance tunnels and back rooms that would take me to the archives, but getting into the video room? I’d have to go through main hallways, and I was not about to carry a gun. As I said, murder was not an option. It would also add one more thing to the case that could be traced, and I did not want to leave the police more evidence.
You might think that nonlethal weapons would be an option. Those were bad, too, because I suspected cameras would pick up on what I was using. I might have been able to buy some through the dark web, and I might have hidden them well enough after the crime, but it was another way I might have been discovered.
I struck gold when I discovered that the night shift was rather sparse. The information had been buried within other logistical nonsense that meant nothing to me. The hacker I had hired did a damn good job. He had found the rough plans for security guards at night. It had been determined that two guards were to stay in the video room, two were to roam the halls, and one was to be on-call if needed, which probably meant he was sitting somewhere playing on his phone.
This new detail made my life a lot easier. All I had to do was disable the two guards in the video room. I would hear one person coming down the hall. I would be wearing special boots that reduced sound from walking. I could quietly walk in the other direction and avoid the guard. The odds were good that I wouldn’t even encounter the two, as long as I entered the video room undetected. I even realized that, once I was in the room, I could see exactly where they were and check their position against my own map, then avoid them easily.
I had eliminated most of the risk. There was an extremely small chance that my escape would link me specifically to the crime. I did not think I would get caught by one of two guards in the hallways. I could sneak into the security room and disable the guards with a couple quick blows to the head. I had purchased an electrified police baton. I’d bash the first guy over the head, and I could shock the second before he or she could react.
My plan was as foolproof as it would get. Now all I had to do was wait.
*
I chose a Friday night. Fridays are when people go out to bars and parties, to friend’s houses for dinner or late-night movies. There would be a lot of traffic on the road, but not so much that it would slow my escape. I would be masked by the dozens of other cars and also able to make a quick getaway, driving down back roads that I had studied and driving calmly past traffic lights. In all likelihood, no one would know the treasure had been stolen, and no one would see what I was wearing in the dark. Surely there would be almost no good Samaritans that called the police on someone in a ski mask. And if they did? The police would laugh. They can’t do anything unless they see an actual crime in progress. My mask would not be enough to get me detained.
I parked on the street, a block over from the museum. I entered through the back door that I knew would be unlocked. I picked the other door on the inside that was not hooked up to the alarm system. I had for the past week practiced picking all sorts of locks, and I had become very proficient.
I entered without a hitch. The hallways were dead. I would have heard someone coming from half a mile away, and no one did. As I had suspected, the place was so big that no one encountered me.
You might think that I forgot one key detail: what about the guards in the video room? Wouldn’t they see me and call the police before I got there? As it turned out, there was a hallway that had no cameras which led to a breakroom. That breakroom had a maintenance shaft which led to a hallway which did not open up to any cameras. From there, I could enter the video room undetected and knock out the guards.
The shaft was dark. I was glad I wasn’t claustrophobic. I felt like I was going through an underground bunker, the way the walls and ceilings closed in around me. I had brought two headlamps, but I didn’t need the backup. My first one worked just fine.
I proceeded as silently as I could, slowly opening the door into the hallway that lead to the video room. When I approached, I inched the door open, waiting for it to creak. It did not. The door was solid metal, on hinges that were as new as the rest of the archival wing, and the guards were talking anyways.
A man and woman sat at a table, their backs to me. I had worried that they might spot me entering and yell up a storm, so I had 3D-printed a gun model. In the heat of the moment, there was no way they’d identify it as a fake. They would not be stupid. They’d cooperate, and I would knock them out without causing a commotion.
Sneaking up on them did not prove as easy. The woman spotted me, and when she did I raised the gun and told her to shut the fuck up. She did. They both stayed where they were, and I whipped out my baton then. I went for the man first because he was built like a tank. He went down with a quick jab of electricity. The woman screamed and whipped out her gun. Fortunately, I was faster, and I took her down too.
I scanned the camera displays. Finding the other two guards took a while. I had to scroll through a bunch of feeds. When I did find them, I determined that they were far from the video room. They did not look alarmed. They had not heard the woman, nor had they discovered any other signs of a break-in.
I was on an adrenaline high, and I realized I might get too cocky. I took a few deep breaths to calm down. I removed the guards’ guns and hid them in a cabinet. When I was sure they were out cold, I mapped out my route again and headed toward the archives.
The key worked like a charm. No one spotted me, and I guess the guards didn’t wake up while I was gone. I probably took five minutes getting to the room the treasure was held in. It was under a piece of cloth on a table in the center of the room. Thankfully it was not behind glass. I had known that was a possibility, and I had planned for it: I knew there were certain tools you had to use to break the seals on glass cases, I had researched where they might be held in the building, and I had been fully prepared to try removing said case. The walls were thick concrete, and I doubted anyone would hear what I was doing. Besides, I’d have to take the risk, and odds were that whoever heard the sound would have come to investigate, in which case I’d have knocked them out with my baton, ambushing them at the doorway.
Everything went smoothly. I did not have to break open a case, and no other guards pursued me. I gave the camera outside a thumbs-up for good measure, left the card key outside the door, and made my way out of the building.
I shoved the chest in a leather sack I had brought and made my way to the car. I half-expected someone to encounter me on the street and exclaim that there was a robbery in progress. The mask and bag would have been a pretty dead giveaway. I also was counting on the incompetency of police and that, even though I looked like I was robbing something, they wouldn’t have any evidence and would take their time getting to the scene. By then I’d be long gone.
I checked the streets and, thankfully enough, no one was out walking. I had expected as much. The part of town I was in did not often have people on the sidewalks at night. There were no restaurants or stores nearby that might invite late-night customers. I was safe.
No one questioned me on my way back to the car. I loaded the trunk, jumped in, and drove away, half-expected police to be waiting for me at my house. None were. I unloaded the treasure as quickly as I could, swapped back the original license plate, and shoved my clothes in a trash bag. I would burn them tomorrow at a campground nearby. In the meantime, no one would know they were hidden in my coat closet.
It was nearly midnight, but I couldn’t delay. The guards might have already woken up, and there was no way to know how quickly the police might identify the white Civic that had driven away from the museum. I suspected they might never make the connection, but I couldn’t be sure. I drove the car back to my cousin’s house, arriving two hours later and parking it in the driveway. When I was sure I had wiped it down for fingerprints, I took my own car back and drove it home.
See, I had told my cousin I was going on a road trip, taking advantage of the vacation time I had racked up over the years. My own Volkswagen is old, and it’s not great on highways. It had not been hard to convince my cousin I needed to borrow his car. He was very understanding. His Civic is brand-new, and compared to my car it drives like a McLaren.
I didn’t fall asleep that night. I was too worried about getting an early-morning call or visit from the police. But the call never came. I had taken every precaution to not get caught, and I hadn’t. I was safe.
*
The story made the second page of the local paper. I had subscribed a couple weeks ago. I wanted to make sure that the police did not discover any leads, and, while I knew it might not be in the article, I also knew I could afford the $10 for the monthly subscription.
If the paper was to be believed, they had no clue who had taken the treasure. The guards remembered nothing about the man that had knocked him out, only that they could identify him as a six-foot white male and that he had electrocuted them. Good luck with that description. I was actually five-eleven, and there was not even mention of the Civic I had used to escape. All they had was the guards’ accounts and the video footage of the masked man with the treasure.
I couldn’t believe it. I had actually pulled off a museum robbery. I had planned for weeks, all the while worrying about when the next family member would die, and I had gotten out unscathed. The next day I had taken the treasure back to where it belonged and buried it deep. No one had noticed me then, mostly because no one was at that stretch of beach. I hid the box just in case by putting it in a lunch cooler.
Maybe the curse had stopped because the treasure knew of my intentions. I had started crafting my plan days after my girlfriend had died. I could not guess as to what forces controlled what had happened. It was entirely possible that they had seen what I was doing and stopped the killings.
For a couple days, I was riding high, ecstatic that I had managed to steal from the museum undetected. I hate to admit it, but I was proud. I had done a lot of work making sure I wouldn’t get caught, and I think I was pretty smart about it. No one ever learned about the Civic, either, which made my escape more miraculous.
There were so many ways it could have gone wrong. I could have encountered a guard, I could have failed to knock out the guards in the video room, I could have been spotted leaving. None of it happened. Maybe the treasure was protecting me, begging for me to remove it from the museum. Maybe it was just luck. Either way, those things did not detract from what I had done.
Eventually I stopped feeling good about what I had done, and the grief returned. No matter what I had or would do, the people that had died would remain dead. I wanted more than anything to blame myself. At the same time, I knew I was innocent, as innocent as my girlfriend had been when she had dug up the treasure with me, as innocent as the scientists and museum personnel that had gushed about the artifact.
I do feel bad for the scientists. They were devastated when the treasure was stolen. They implored the police to find it, to uncover the perpetrator of the crime and bring them to justice. The police had no leads. They only had an eyewitness account of a white male and some footage of a guy in black leaving the building. It would be impossible to narrow down the search, let alone come to any sort of conclusion.
They would get over it. I would rather them be disappointed than go through what I had. I didn’t even care about them, really. I cared about my family. I cared about my mom and grandparents, my cousins that were still alive, my aunt and uncle that had sent me birthday cards since I was five. I was worried about my friends, the ones from college and work that could have dropped dead at any moment. I was scared.
In hindsight, I cannot believe I bought into the whole evil treasure theory. I would have scoffed at such an idea a month ago. Now that more months have passed and that no one else I know has died, I believe I did the right thing. Still, it does not help. I battle with grief every day. I have experienced more death than most people do in a lifetime. I still go to therapy, and I have not had the nerve to go on any dates since my girlfriend was killed.
Think of my actions as you will. Call me crazy if you want. I don’t care what you think. I did what I had to do to protect those I loved. You would do the same, if you had even the inkling of an idea of a supernatural being or entity. It doesn’t seem so outlandish when people you know start dying every other day.
It is over now, and that is all that matters. I have absolved my family of the curse. If I have done things right, the treasure will never be rediscovered by humans. Perhaps we will destroy ourselves or even leave the planet before anyone comes close to finding it. Regardless, I will live the rest of my life knowing that I have potentially saved the human race, and that I have by negligence killed several innocents, one that meant the world to me and others that have left me permanently scarred. If I have not made it clear, if anyone finds that cooler with the treasure inside: leave it the fuck in the ground. Do not remove it, or you will undo all that I have done. My suffering will be your suffering, and many others will pay for your ignorance.
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2020.10.25 16:46 Joker_ERP [M4A] (A playing as F) Massive RP drop! (Rule 34, fandoms, OC, Incest Ect.)

Hey there! Today I’ve got a massive list of rp ideas and have written out some starters along with some ideas to how I see the rp going. I’m open to change and ready to do other ideas too. So if you feel like you’ve got an idea I might be interested in feel free to talk to me about those: ).
As for my replies. I write in first person mainly and my reply length varies. I generally do anything from a few sentences to a paragraph or more and generally require my partner to do the same. Fair warning the less detail you reply with the less interested I’ll be in rping with you. (Not looking for a few words as a response)
I enjoy having a story to go along with the smut so it’s not just constant sex, some cute or action driven moments are fun as well. – Hand holding and cute dates are pleasant! I mainly do my rps on kik, discord or here. I also have an RP facebook account, so feel free to ask for my users for those! : )
My kinks and limits list might be a big read, but none are compulsory. I’m just here to have fun and hopefully meet some cool rp partners : )
Kinks: Harems (Which might be obvious with my post), Incest, Outercourse (Which is stuff like titjobs, thigh jobs, grinding, hot dogging) Risky public spaces (Toilet stalls, changing booths. That kinda thing where people could get caught.) Facials, Freckles (Face and body). Big/nicely shaped bums (Especially if they jiggle). Creampies, Cum on tits/body, big cumshots, Thigh high socks. showewater sex (pools, shower, hot tubs ect.) Mutual desire for sex.
Limits: Pregnancy (Hard limit sorry), Vomit, Piss, Blood, Toilet stuff, Rape, Gangbangs (Unless it’s multiple females) Male on Male, futas, rimming/pegging.
There might be more that I’m forgetting so if you’re unsure feel free to ask me! The rougher side of sex like Name calling, slapping choking spanking I can all do as well! : ) Without further ado let’s jump into the starters!
Here's the basic list of ideas if you wanted to look them over before reading the full posts. I’m also open to some ideas that I may have missed!
Rule 34/Fandom ideas: Idea 1: My Harem (Hero) Academia. Idea 2: Pokemon Idea 3: Naruto Idea 4: Bleach Idea 5: Avatar The Last Airbender Idea 6: Persona (Girls from 4 and 5) Idea 7: Harry Potter.
OC Ideas: Idea 8: Fantasy harem adventure. Idea 9: Only Man of the town. Idea 10: Zombie and Nuclear Apocalypse. Idea 11: Scifi space crew.
Incest Ideas: Idea 12: Brother sisteMother son (Or both). Idea 13: Aunt/Cousin. (Can be both) Idea 14: Incest family vacation.
Idea 1: My Harem (Hero) Academia.
(So my character will be a transfer into Class 1-A. His power is the power of persuasion. With the power he’s able to convince someone to do something as if it’s their own will. However, he’s hesitant to use it on other people and to tell everyone he even has it as he’s been outcast at his last school for the villainous nature of his quirk. As such he can’t use it to its full extent and can only issue small commands to begin with.
My idea with this is that one or more (cannon or non) of the girls decide to help him out in a private setting and overtime it gets more and more sexual in nature. And as he becomes more confident, he’s able to issue more longer-term commands. This can also be mixed in well with some story and some action to keep the plot interesting.)
Starter: It was a day which started like most others in Class 1-A. The students got ready in the dorms and headed to class to chat among themselves while they waited for Aizawa to enter. However, unlike most days there seemed to be an extra desk placed in the room. The seat caused some confusion which didn’t last long as the first bell rang and Aizawa entered the room.
“Morning everyone.” He stated in his mainly bored and sleepy tone which seemed to sound like he was stifling a yawn. “Today we’ve got a new student transferring in from another school. He’s from Shiketsu, some of you may recognize the name since it’s got the same level as prestige as U.A. but regardless make sure he feels welcome.” He said pointing a sweeping stare at everyone and finally resting on the problem child of the U.A class Bakugo.
With that he fell silent and I felt it was my cue to enter. Swallowing a little at the nerves I steeled them quickly and entered. My blue eyes sweeping over some of the familiar faces in the room. Many of the students had standout performances in the UA sports festival and as well in the news reports about the villain attack on the training camp.
I had a lot to live up to if I wanted to join these legends in training but regardless, I was determined to do just that. Breathing a little and shifting my auburn hair from my eyes I smiled the best I could. “My name is Schwarzer, Chris Schwarzer. It’s a pleasure to meet you all.” I say bowing to the class.
Satisfied with the introduction Aizawa nodded to the spare seat in the room. Taking that as an order I nodded back and headed over to my seat sitting down and getting my books out. Curiously I turned to the seat next to me noticing one of the girls in the class and gave her a slight smile as Aizawa began his lesson.
Idea 2: Pokemon: (So this one is super simple. Some trainers or a trainer and his Pokémon go on a grand adventure. For this one my favourite Canon female are: Marnie, May, Hilda and May. And my favourite Anthro Pokémon are Lopunny, Arcanine, Blaiziken That’s just for reference though and you can really play whoever you like!)
Trainer x Trainer Starter:
I like many others in the world of Pokémon have just started on my journey. Although I had done so a little late. Regardless me and my starter Pokémon Aipom which was a gift from my late father. Setting off with excitement to make a name of myself.
That excitement wore off pretty quickly however as an advanced trainer stepped in my path and soon, I realized how big the gap between us was. He wiped the floor with my aipom and laughed as he took my “Prize money” Scooping up my aipom I rushed through the rest of the route and over to the next town ducking quickly into the Pokémon centre.
Looking around there was a few new trainers who seemed to have fallen to the same fate as I had and I shook my head. Guys like that were total assholes and without hesitating I headed over to the counter where the nurse took my Aipom from me. Once he was gone, I was told there was going to be a short wait due to the amount of Pokémon they had to treat. I nodded as I headed over and sat down in one of the seats.
Trainer x Anthro Pokemon Starter. (So similar to the starter above, rather than having a trainer my character goes on adventures with it’s a Pokémon. Just being transparent that there’s NO circumstances that I’ll do feral, I’m looking for ANTHRO Pokémon only!)
A little way into my journey and I’ve heard reports of a rare Pokémon deep in the surrounding forest. Not wanting to miss the chance to catch it I braved the depths of the forest keeping an eye out for the Pokémon.
Soon I came across a large clearing with a rock. On top was the Pokémon in question no doubt about it. It was strangely human in appearance and without hesitating I sent out my Pokémon. An Aipom. “Alright buddy tackle!” I whispered. Aipom nodded as it charged out of the clearing and threw its body towards the Pokémon in question.
Idea 3: Naruto ( So for this one I like the idea that my character is a young nomadic mercenary hired by the leaf to help train the ninja of the village, maybe he also has some kind of hidden power that boosts his chakra but also increases his libido. Not too sure how I wanna go about this one. )
Starter: The Hokage Tsunade Senju looked over me with a curious gaze and then down to my application form. “You’re younger than I expected given everything you’ve done.” She stated honestly. “But the intelligence division did a thorough search into you and you check out.” She stated as she slammed the approved stamp down onto my paper.
“Just remember, if you do anything to endanger this village, I’ll snuff you out personally.” She said in an icy and threatening tone. Feeling a cold bead of sweat roll down the side of my face I nodded. “Of course. I wouldn’t dream of it.” I say. Internally I make a mental note not to cross her in any way. “Good.” She said putting a smile across her features. “Your first group is down on the training field waiting for you already.” She stated. “Your lodgings will be set up by the time you’re done, here’s the key.” She said tossing the key to me which I caught and stuffed into my pocket. I was a little shocked with how quick she wanted me to get to work but I nodded. “Right!” I say giving a respectful bow before heading out.
It took me a little longer than expected to actually find the training grounds as I hadn’t ever been here before. And when I got there much to her credit there were a few ninja standing around. Approaching them I gave them a sheepish smile. “Sorry I’m late guys.” I called out. “I got lost.” I added on.
Idea 4: Bleach ( So a new human soul reaper makes it into the soul society. His power isn’t captain level to begin with simply being enough to take out the average hollow. And with the resurgence of the hollow threat the Soul Society has offered to give him a substitute badge to take out those hollows deemed too small for the soul society to handle. Maybe he’s paired up with someone or someone like Orihime steps in to help him grow. )
Starter: Another boring day at school followed by a night of boring patrols. With all the big hollows being taken care of by “Full-fledged” Soul reapers it didn’t leave me with much opportunity to train against bigger enemies.
At least that’s what I thought originally. A few blocks from me there was a rift which opened up and the pure spiritual pressure that came from the hollow that stepped out of it was enough to make me feel as though gravity itself was pushing against me.
It was hard to breathe and even harder to stand as my hand clutched my blade in my left hand tightly. I shook my head as I heard the loud roar of the large breast and could even see it’s towering form from my position.
It was nothing close to a menos, but it was enough to tower over a three-story building for sure. “Shit.” I hissed to myself as I knew there were no soul reapers around at this stage. With a threat this big I was sure they’d come, but until then it was up to me to buy some time and make sure no humans or souls were consumed.
Pushing myself forward I reached the park that the Hollow had appeared in. Thankfully the park was deserted at this time of night. When he saw me the hollow. “You don’t smell like much, but you’ll do as a snack.” The hollow commented as it charged forward. “Just evade, buy time.” I comment to myself as I began to leap around the battle field looking a bit like and feeling like an idiot.
The hollow toyed with me a little while enjoying the chase before it seemed to ger bored. Just when I was thinking I was fast enough to keep avoiding it the creature’s mouth opened and its forked tongue shot out at me with faster speed than I was anticipating I raised my blade to defend myself but it was a feeble attempt and I knew it wouldn’t be enough.
Idea 5: Avatar The Last Airbender ( So for this one I guess it can go two different ways. My fave girls from Avatar would probably be Ty Lee, Suki and Toph. Maybe my character is a powerful bender that either the fire nation or team Avatar wants on their side. I think it might be cool to think that Aang isn’t the only airbender and instead a small faction managed to escape and continue the lineage. Either that or my character is a powerful firebender of some kind. I’ll leave whichever you prefer to you in your first reply as I’ll leave it open ended.)
Starter: The world was at war ever since the Fire nation attacked. With the intense fighting came mercenaries. Freelance benders or soldiers ready to fight on either side. For a fee of course. And despite my age, being only eighteen I was quite renown amongst the other bounty hunters for my bending.
Of course, there were talks of the Avatar returning, having repelled an invasion in the south pole, the liberation of Omashu and then the fire nation prison. It seemed they were making quite the stir in the earth kingdom.
It’d only be a matter of time before they reached the small town, I was in. Perhaps they were already here. But if that was the case surely there would be some kind of stir. Pushing my hair from my face I ordered another drink from the barkeep. “You know you’re my favourite customer Schwarzer…. You’re the only one who consistently pays his tab. Unlike the rest of these soldiers or the workers around here.” The older man says in clear annoyance.
“Well who knows, if I wasn’t so successful, I’d probably mooch off you too.” I admitted with a grin. “Try not to talk too ill of the soldiers on either side.” I added on flicking him an extra coin for a tip once my drink was finished. “Well I better check if anyone has a job for me.” I say as I pushed myself up from my seat.
Idea 6: Persona ( So basically this is just gonna be a fairly interesting idea. My character along with the girls of persona 4 and 5 get stranded in this strange dimension where they have to fight their way out to make it back to their own worlds. )
Starter: It all happened so fast. One minute I was in a team meeting with my group discussing what we should use our newfound powers for next. And the next second, I had blinked and I was in some kind of strange room.
One by one more people were added into this room. Some of which were dressed in some elaborate costumes. And I frowned as I looked to each one of them, all of which I didn’t recognize at all and judging by their looks they didn’t recognize me. Although before we managed to introduce ourselves a booming voice broke the silence.
“Welcome all!” The clearly male voice commented. “To the room of my design.” He added on. “I’m sure you’re all confused. And no doubt you’ll want to return back to your homes. However, to do so you’ll need to enter my labyrinth. “Make it to the end and you’ll all return home.” The voice explained.
“Of course, this maze isn’t without its dangers. Enemies, much like you encounter on a regular basis will roam these halls. As well as beasts of my own design far stronger than those… Fear no though for every check point you reach this room will become more furnished with amenities. For now, you simply have beds to rest on.” He said as there was an audible click and the dark room was suddenly lit up. Sure, enough there were rows of beds all lined up one for each person to sleep on.
“When you’re ready to test yourselves step through this door and enter the first level of the labyrinth.” He declared as a large door appeared and opened up in front of them. For a while nobody said anything probably all too stunned to even process the information. “So, I’m guessing we’re all persona users given what he just said.” I spoke up. “I guess we should probably start with names and strengths, right?” I questioned the group. “I’m Chris Schwarzer.” I say. “My persona Serapth focuses on ranged combat.” I explained.
Idea 7: Harry Potter ( So to keep this one interesting I’m thinking of having it set in an AU where Voldemort and Harry don’t exist. However, there are still dark wizards who are part of a cult around. Defs looking for a Hermionie, Luna or Ginny, you could even have other celebs/ecelebs as teachers or students for this one! )
Starter: Another year at Hogwarts, the last for some; and another year of learning was right around the corner. Although times were not peaceful in the wizarding world. Aurors who were the police of the magical world were going missing or showing up dead.
The ministry not wanting to make a panic kept it fairly under wraps, however some of the families have come forward with the information and rumours abounded about what was really happening. Stepping off the train I sighed a little rubbing my temple where a headache had begun to set in. During the train ride here, I found myself stuck next to a boy who wouldn’t stop going on about the rumours and conspiracy theories.
Glad to be off the train I looked around for a minute lost as to where I needed to go. “I know it’s around here somewhere.” I commented, although my sense of direction was always off. Usually I followed everyone else. But this time it seemed I was one of the last ones off the train.
Idea 8: Fantasy harem adventure. (This one is fairly basic in nature. Basically, a young man with little combat experience leaves his poor hunting village once he’s of age and sets off to join the adventurer’s guild to make a name for himself and also to send money back home. He’s fairly modest, naive and kind hearted. Which makes him likable and easy to take advantage of.
We could add a story with war elements, racism and darker themes to show him that the world he idolizes isn’t as cracked up as he thought it’d be. Ideally, I’d like a full harem party for this one but I’m cool with one on one too.)
Starter: It had been a few days since I was finally able to leave the small village, I was raised in behind me. Sword on hip and keen to become an adventurer. Of course, I also wanted to make a name for myself and I was even more excited to see everything the world had to offer. With driving me forward I headed from my village over to the closest city which had a guild branch. A city called Ruan. It was nearly five times the size of my village if not more and yet it was nothing close to the capital city of Grancel.
Smooth dirt paths soon gave way to cobblestone and my boots clacked rhythmically against the pavement as my steps soon got faster and faster as Ruan came into view. My stomach was in knots as I gripped the straps on my bag tightly and after steeling my nerves and taking in the sight of the large city, I headed through the large stone arch to the busy streets beyond.
My excited eyes looked around at every nook and cranny as I took in every detail that was on offer. Soon coming across the large marble and wood building of the adventurer’s guild in front of me. I stood in front of the large building clearly awestruck and for a moment I felt completely overwhelmed. This was it. This was the first step I was going to take on my journey and yet I felt far too nervous to head inside. Instead I stood there shaking slightly as I tried to work up the courage to push those large oak doors aside and declare my presence to the world.
Idea 9: Man of the town. (So again the premise is also pretty basic. My character wakes up in a town where there’s no men, as if they all vanished at once. Including his father which leaves him home alone with his sister and mother. (It’s up to you if you want incest in the plot or not.) We can have a story with an element of mystery to it too if you want! Or we can just bounce around the town having him bonk as many different people as you want. )
Starter: It’s been a few weeks since all the men in the town vanished one day. One day they were there and the next they were gone. There was of course a panic even though it is much calmer than originally, it continues to creep in the back of everyone’s mind. It doesn’t help the fact that no outsiders have come into the town and some strange thick fog seems to stop everyone from leaving.
However, with no answers it was left to the women of the town to pick up the slack and try to push for some level of normalcy. Except for me it seemed. Since the whole act started, I was in lockdown not being free to leave my home since my mother and sister was much too paranoid that I’d disappear too. With the amount of time I spent indoors going stir crazy I began to wonder if it was better to be wherever the rest of them are.
Today was different though and finally I was given the chance to leave the house while my mother was careless and rather quickly, I headed out into the street just glad to take in the scenery as I headed over to a nearby park. I headed over the soft grass feeling it beneath my shoes and then to the pond where I took a seat on one of the mounted benches.
Idea 10: Zombie and Nuclear Apocalypse. (Not a whole lot to say here other than it’s one of your run of the mill Zombie/Nuclear apocalypse scenarios. I might toy with the idea of having multiple zombie types like games such as Dying light and Left for dead in order to spice things up a little but we’ll see where we go with it. As for nuclear I’ll probably be following along the Fallout franchise. Being part of these worlds will probably make my character a bit more brash, blunt and even a little rude. However, given some time he’ll warm up.)
Zombie Starter: No one knows quite when the outbreak started, however it swept over the globe causing panic. People eating people. People dying and coming back to life as a shambling corpse joining the armies of similar creatures. Society crumbled over time and the cities which were now hot zones for hordes of the undead creatures were left abandoned to all but the most daring or desperate of individuals. However, these rabid hordes weren’t the only thing to look out for in the apocalypse.
Society had begun to reform in its most primal form. People grouped together for safety. Those who just wanted to live peacefully became easy prey for those who saw the end of the world as we knew it as a playground to kill pillage and steal what they’d like. These bandits created their own factions with their own fortresses and seemed to have an endless supply of guns and ammo as they used it quite liberally.
I had been on the trail of a particularly nasty group of bandits as they razed whatever small settlements, they had to the ground callously and without mercy. I had just arrived at one of these towns. Dying people lay scattered about while fires licked at the makeshift buildings. It was still quite fresh. Approaching a nearby body which seemed to be moving slightly I turned it over the man was in bad shape and was clearly on death’s door. His eyes looking into mine in a pleading sense.
“Do you want me to make it quick?” I asked him reaching my left hand down to my machete which hung on my belt. Weakly his hand reached out to grip my right as he gave a nod. I knew the death wouldn’t be clean, as I unsheathed my blade. However, I couldn’t waste any ammo on my pistol nor could I risk tipping off the bandits that did this that I was following them. With a quick swing I slammed the blade into the head of the man ending his life and after wiping the blade off on his shirt I slid it back into its sheath my eyes scanning the immediate area for any of the undead which had turned or for a slim chance of getting a glimpse of survivors.
Nuclear Apocalypse Starter:
The world as we knew it ended in a flash. A white light followed by a rumble which washed over the world in nuclear fire. Billions died then and there reducing the world’s population to the brink. Those who were lucky to survive a direct blast were mutated to become much different than humans and more akin to zombies. Those outside of it didn’t have much quality of life as the radiation created mutated creatures which made living in a barren wasteland that much harder.
There were others however who were lucky enough to be given a spot in giant underground vaults. There they lived out their lives separated from the horrors that this new world wrought. One by one these vaults opened to allow these vault dwellers into the wasteland that was our world.
Their blue suits and clueless natures made them stand out and become easy prey to raiders, giant creatures and everything in between. Many of them didn’t get far before being gutted and robbed for their illusive vault suits which earned enough to feed a scavenger or bandit for a month.
The world and society began to rebuild. And with small settlements and towns popping up here and there it wasn’t all doom and gloom for the wasteland. Many were able to create jobs in local milita, mercenary work. Even trading or bartending.
I was such a mercenary a few generations of my family lived through the bombing and the radiation which was lucky enough for me, I guess. I was hired to do whatever someone wanted for the right price. And today I was tasked with delving into a recently opened vault and check make contact with the inhabitants inside.
Colt python on my waist I headed over to the large vault door which at this point was sealed shut and knocked loudly. This job seemed rather easy and was paying a lot which made me wonder who I was working for and what purpose they had with these vault dwellers. However, I wasn’t paid to ask questions nor did I really care at the end of the day. The less I knew the less guilt I could feel.
Idea 11: Space/Scifi. (So this is a scifi adventure. My character is the captain of his own ship and is currently looking for recruits to join him and help run it. There will probably be lots of interesting planets our characters go to and I’ll certainly be making them up as we go along! Your character can range as anything from a human to android or even an alien.)
Stepping out of the tempest I breathed in the humid station air of Astra station. The station which was on the furthest reaches of the space ruled over the galactic council; was a haven for the depraved. Outlaws, mercenaries, drug dealers you name it Astra has it and in bountiful supply too.
Which made it a perfect spot to find someone who was desperate to get off the station. Someone who would work for cheap or for free. All I needed to do was to find them. “Schwarzer, don’t forget to stock up on food, military rations are sad.” A voice commented through the earpiece I had. “Yeah. I’ll head through the slums and to the market. Thanks, Evai.” I responded. “And don’t cause any trouble, I don’t wanna rot in this ship while you’re dead.” The voice added on. “Yeah yeah I’ve got it.” I responded as the communication line was severed and I started on my walk.
I headed through a nearby door and down into the depths of the station. Soon I the overcrowded and frankly smelly slums. Beggars and gang members lined every corner all looking at me with a cautious eye as I passed. There were even a few tweaked out drug users laying scattered about in some dark corners. Even a few corpses.
I didn’t stop though, if you stayed in one place too long down here you were asking to be jumped and quickly, I pushed on heading over to the bustling markets. The food quality here wasn’t the best although it was abundant. I even talked to a few of the store owners to see if they knew where I could find the extra hands to help me on my ship.
Idea 12: Brother sisteMother son (Or both). (So, this starter is gonna be fairly generic, however it’s open to allowing any of the familial ties to be easily included. I have a few ideas for immediate family and will post them below and if you have any ideas, I’m happy to hear them.)
Starter: It’s a hot and lazy day in the middle of summer break. I had laid splayed out on the couch at home. Despite the air conditioner being on full blast my skin underneath my tank top was getting stuck to the leather couch; which did little to alleviate the heat fluster that was going on. I sighed after looking over the back of the couch to the pool outback longingly. I sighed a little resigning myself to bite the bullet and peeled myself from the couch.
As much as I wanted to strip down and run out, I wasn’t entirely sure if I was home alone and as such, I headed up to my room to change into a pair of swimming trunks before heading back downstairs. Passing through the laundry and grabbing a towel on the way.
I headed onto the back deck and draped my towel over the railing before I rushed over and leapt into the pool immediately feeling the cool water wash away any of the heat I had been feeling. I resurface and breathed a sigh of relief as I pushed my messy hair back from my face.
Idea 13: Aunt/Cousin. (Can be both) Again like the incest scene above I’m not quite sure how to spruce this one up so I’ll leave it rather basic and we can go from there.)
Starter: My family has gone on holiday without me as I had to stay behind due to being caught up in exams. Rather than meeting up with them later they decided it would be more fun for me if I finished them up then headed over to spend some time with my Aunt and my cousin across the county. While I wouldn’t be leaving the country, I was still getting a vacation in a way and as such I tried my best to be upbeat and positive about it, even if I was envious of the others.
While it wasn’t the same pristine beaches and high-class resorts that the rest of my family was going to, I was still grateful for the hospitality. The plane lands in the airport and after collecting my bags and checking my phone for a confirmation I was going to be picked up I sent my family and my aunt and cousin a quick text telling them I landed safely. After gathering my small suitcase from the conveyor belt, I wheeled it through security and out to the meeting area keeping my eyes peeled for any sign of my cousin or my auntie. There was a little confusion about who was going to greet me so I wasn’t sure who to expect myself.
Idea 14: Incest family vacation. (So, this one is again going to be like the other two before it. They kinda roll off each other in a way. However, I believe it allows for a wide range of engagements with multiple characters at some kind of beach resort.)
Starter: It’s the dead middle of another scorching summer and rather than tough it out in our homes which has air-conditioning which never seemed to help, our large family decided to all go to a large resort (Could even be a cruise too) together. Many of the rooms were rather luxurious and I was more than excited to see what the rest of the hotel had to offer.
We pulled up into the lobby and while the parents were checking in I headed over to check out a map on the wall. It seemed there were quite a lot of different things to do around the resort. There was a pool with a poolside bar, a beach which had volleyball games, a massage parlour, hot tubs and many different activities ranging from native dances to eating competitions.
Just the realization we were here and the excitement at the many possibilities that could come from the vacation. Maybe I’d even meet someone nice and have a vacation fling. Although with so many family members running around, I doubted that I’d get much peace to do that. Regardless I was eager to get up to the room, have a shower and change into my swimming trunks to explore all the different places.
We headed up to the rooms where I noticed mine had a large double bed. However, judging by my mother’s comments outside It seemed there was some kind of mix-up in the rooms and I’d be sharing the room with one of my family members. Not that I minded too much. I placed my suitcase down and waited to see who would come in and if they were interested in joining me look around.
Closing words: So yeah that’s about it! Thanks for reading and if you have any questions or suggestions, I’m open to hearing them! I know this was probably a big read so thanks again for your time and I hope to talk to some of you soon!
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2020.10.25 16:46 Joker_ERP [M4A] (A playing as F) Massive RP drop! (Rule 34, fandoms, OC, Incest Ect.)

Hey there! Today I’ve got a massive list of rp ideas and have written out some starters along with some ideas to how I see the rp going. I’m open to change and ready to do other ideas too. So if you feel like you’ve got an idea I might be interested in feel free to talk to me about those: ).
As for my replies. I write in first person mainly and my reply length varies. I generally do anything from a few sentences to a paragraph or more and generally require my partner to do the same. Fair warning the less detail you reply with the less interested I’ll be in rping with you. (Not looking for a few words as a response)
I enjoy having a story to go along with the smut so it’s not just constant sex, some cute or action driven moments are fun as well. – Hand holding and cute dates are pleasant! I mainly do my rps on kik, discord or here. I also have an RP facebook account, so feel free to ask for my users for those! : )
My kinks and limits list might be a big read, but none are compulsory. I’m just here to have fun and hopefully meet some cool rp partners : )
Kinks: Harems (Which might be obvious with my post), Incest, Outercourse (Which is stuff like titjobs, thigh jobs, grinding, hot dogging) Risky public spaces (Toilet stalls, changing booths. That kinda thing where people could get caught.) Facials, Freckles (Face and body). Big/nicely shaped bums (Especially if they jiggle). Creampies, Cum on tits/body, big cumshots, Thigh high socks. showewater sex (pools, shower, hot tubs ect.) Mutual desire for sex.
Limits: Pregnancy (Hard limit sorry), Vomit, Piss, Blood, Toilet stuff, Rape, Gangbangs (Unless it’s multiple females) Male on Male, futas, rimming/pegging.
There might be more that I’m forgetting so if you’re unsure feel free to ask me! The rougher side of sex like Name calling, slapping choking spanking I can all do as well! : ) Without further ado let’s jump into the starters!
Here's the basic list of ideas if you wanted to look them over before reading the full posts. I’m also open to some ideas that I may have missed!
Rule 34/Fandom ideas: Idea 1: My Harem (Hero) Academia. Idea 2: Pokemon Idea 3: Naruto Idea 4: Bleach Idea 5: Avatar The Last Airbender Idea 6: Persona (Girls from 4 and 5) Idea 7: Harry Potter.
OC Ideas: Idea 8: Fantasy harem adventure. Idea 9: Only Man of the town. Idea 10: Zombie and Nuclear Apocalypse. Idea 11: Scifi space crew.
Incest Ideas: Idea 12: Brother sisteMother son (Or both). Idea 13: Aunt/Cousin. (Can be both) Idea 14: Incest family vacation.
Idea 1: My Harem (Hero) Academia.
(So my character will be a transfer into Class 1-A. His power is the power of persuasion. With the power he’s able to convince someone to do something as if it’s their own will. However, he’s hesitant to use it on other people and to tell everyone he even has it as he’s been outcast at his last school for the villainous nature of his quirk. As such he can’t use it to its full extent and can only issue small commands to begin with.
My idea with this is that one or more (cannon or non) of the girls decide to help him out in a private setting and overtime it gets more and more sexual in nature. And as he becomes more confident, he’s able to issue more longer-term commands. This can also be mixed in well with some story and some action to keep the plot interesting.)
Starter: It was a day which started like most others in Class 1-A. The students got ready in the dorms and headed to class to chat among themselves while they waited for Aizawa to enter. However, unlike most days there seemed to be an extra desk placed in the room. The seat caused some confusion which didn’t last long as the first bell rang and Aizawa entered the room.
“Morning everyone.” He stated in his mainly bored and sleepy tone which seemed to sound like he was stifling a yawn. “Today we’ve got a new student transferring in from another school. He’s from Shiketsu, some of you may recognize the name since it’s got the same level as prestige as U.A. but regardless make sure he feels welcome.” He said pointing a sweeping stare at everyone and finally resting on the problem child of the U.A class Bakugo.
With that he fell silent and I felt it was my cue to enter. Swallowing a little at the nerves I steeled them quickly and entered. My blue eyes sweeping over some of the familiar faces in the room. Many of the students had standout performances in the UA sports festival and as well in the news reports about the villain attack on the training camp.
I had a lot to live up to if I wanted to join these legends in training but regardless, I was determined to do just that. Breathing a little and shifting my auburn hair from my eyes I smiled the best I could. “My name is Schwarzer, Chris Schwarzer. It’s a pleasure to meet you all.” I say bowing to the class.
Satisfied with the introduction Aizawa nodded to the spare seat in the room. Taking that as an order I nodded back and headed over to my seat sitting down and getting my books out. Curiously I turned to the seat next to me noticing one of the girls in the class and gave her a slight smile as Aizawa began his lesson.
Idea 2: Pokemon: (So this one is super simple. Some trainers or a trainer and his Pokémon go on a grand adventure. For this one my favourite Canon female are: Marnie, May, Hilda and May. And my favourite Anthro Pokémon are Lopunny, Arcanine, Blaiziken That’s just for reference though and you can really play whoever you like!)
Trainer x Trainer Starter:
I like many others in the world of Pokémon have just started on my journey. Although I had done so a little late. Regardless me and my starter Pokémon Aipom which was a gift from my late father. Setting off with excitement to make a name of myself.
That excitement wore off pretty quickly however as an advanced trainer stepped in my path and soon, I realized how big the gap between us was. He wiped the floor with my aipom and laughed as he took my “Prize money” Scooping up my aipom I rushed through the rest of the route and over to the next town ducking quickly into the Pokémon centre.
Looking around there was a few new trainers who seemed to have fallen to the same fate as I had and I shook my head. Guys like that were total assholes and without hesitating I headed over to the counter where the nurse took my Aipom from me. Once he was gone, I was told there was going to be a short wait due to the amount of Pokémon they had to treat. I nodded as I headed over and sat down in one of the seats.
Trainer x Anthro Pokemon Starter. (So similar to the starter above, rather than having a trainer my character goes on adventures with it’s a Pokémon. Just being transparent that there’s NO circumstances that I’ll do feral, I’m looking for ANTHRO Pokémon only!)
A little way into my journey and I’ve heard reports of a rare Pokémon deep in the surrounding forest. Not wanting to miss the chance to catch it I braved the depths of the forest keeping an eye out for the Pokémon.
Soon I came across a large clearing with a rock. On top was the Pokémon in question no doubt about it. It was strangely human in appearance and without hesitating I sent out my Pokémon. An Aipom. “Alright buddy tackle!” I whispered. Aipom nodded as it charged out of the clearing and threw its body towards the Pokémon in question.
Idea 3: Naruto ( So for this one I like the idea that my character is a young nomadic mercenary hired by the leaf to help train the ninja of the village, maybe he also has some kind of hidden power that boosts his chakra but also increases his libido. Not too sure how I wanna go about this one. )
Starter: The Hokage Tsunade Senju looked over me with a curious gaze and then down to my application form. “You’re younger than I expected given everything you’ve done.” She stated honestly. “But the intelligence division did a thorough search into you and you check out.” She stated as she slammed the approved stamp down onto my paper.
“Just remember, if you do anything to endanger this village, I’ll snuff you out personally.” She said in an icy and threatening tone. Feeling a cold bead of sweat roll down the side of my face I nodded. “Of course. I wouldn’t dream of it.” I say. Internally I make a mental note not to cross her in any way. “Good.” She said putting a smile across her features. “Your first group is down on the training field waiting for you already.” She stated. “Your lodgings will be set up by the time you’re done, here’s the key.” She said tossing the key to me which I caught and stuffed into my pocket. I was a little shocked with how quick she wanted me to get to work but I nodded. “Right!” I say giving a respectful bow before heading out.
It took me a little longer than expected to actually find the training grounds as I hadn’t ever been here before. And when I got there much to her credit there were a few ninja standing around. Approaching them I gave them a sheepish smile. “Sorry I’m late guys.” I called out. “I got lost.” I added on.
Idea 4: Bleach ( So a new human soul reaper makes it into the soul society. His power isn’t captain level to begin with simply being enough to take out the average hollow. And with the resurgence of the hollow threat the Soul Society has offered to give him a substitute badge to take out those hollows deemed too small for the soul society to handle. Maybe he’s paired up with someone or someone like Orihime steps in to help him grow. )
Starter: Another boring day at school followed by a night of boring patrols. With all the big hollows being taken care of by “Full-fledged” Soul reapers it didn’t leave me with much opportunity to train against bigger enemies.
At least that’s what I thought originally. A few blocks from me there was a rift which opened up and the pure spiritual pressure that came from the hollow that stepped out of it was enough to make me feel as though gravity itself was pushing against me.
It was hard to breathe and even harder to stand as my hand clutched my blade in my left hand tightly. I shook my head as I heard the loud roar of the large breast and could even see it’s towering form from my position.
It was nothing close to a menos, but it was enough to tower over a three-story building for sure. “Shit.” I hissed to myself as I knew there were no soul reapers around at this stage. With a threat this big I was sure they’d come, but until then it was up to me to buy some time and make sure no humans or souls were consumed.
Pushing myself forward I reached the park that the Hollow had appeared in. Thankfully the park was deserted at this time of night. When he saw me the hollow. “You don’t smell like much, but you’ll do as a snack.” The hollow commented as it charged forward. “Just evade, buy time.” I comment to myself as I began to leap around the battle field looking a bit like and feeling like an idiot.
The hollow toyed with me a little while enjoying the chase before it seemed to ger bored. Just when I was thinking I was fast enough to keep avoiding it the creature’s mouth opened and its forked tongue shot out at me with faster speed than I was anticipating I raised my blade to defend myself but it was a feeble attempt and I knew it wouldn’t be enough.
Idea 5: Avatar The Last Airbender ( So for this one I guess it can go two different ways. My fave girls from Avatar would probably be Ty Lee, Suki and Toph. Maybe my character is a powerful bender that either the fire nation or team Avatar wants on their side. I think it might be cool to think that Aang isn’t the only airbender and instead a small faction managed to escape and continue the lineage. Either that or my character is a powerful firebender of some kind. I’ll leave whichever you prefer to you in your first reply as I’ll leave it open ended.)
Starter: The world was at war ever since the Fire nation attacked. With the intense fighting came mercenaries. Freelance benders or soldiers ready to fight on either side. For a fee of course. And despite my age, being only eighteen I was quite renown amongst the other bounty hunters for my bending.
Of course, there were talks of the Avatar returning, having repelled an invasion in the south pole, the liberation of Omashu and then the fire nation prison. It seemed they were making quite the stir in the earth kingdom.
It’d only be a matter of time before they reached the small town, I was in. Perhaps they were already here. But if that was the case surely there would be some kind of stir. Pushing my hair from my face I ordered another drink from the barkeep. “You know you’re my favourite customer Schwarzer…. You’re the only one who consistently pays his tab. Unlike the rest of these soldiers or the workers around here.” The older man says in clear annoyance.
“Well who knows, if I wasn’t so successful, I’d probably mooch off you too.” I admitted with a grin. “Try not to talk too ill of the soldiers on either side.” I added on flicking him an extra coin for a tip once my drink was finished. “Well I better check if anyone has a job for me.” I say as I pushed myself up from my seat.
Idea 6: Persona ( So basically this is just gonna be a fairly interesting idea. My character along with the girls of persona 4 and 5 get stranded in this strange dimension where they have to fight their way out to make it back to their own worlds. )
Starter: It all happened so fast. One minute I was in a team meeting with my group discussing what we should use our newfound powers for next. And the next second, I had blinked and I was in some kind of strange room.
One by one more people were added into this room. Some of which were dressed in some elaborate costumes. And I frowned as I looked to each one of them, all of which I didn’t recognize at all and judging by their looks they didn’t recognize me. Although before we managed to introduce ourselves a booming voice broke the silence.
“Welcome all!” The clearly male voice commented. “To the room of my design.” He added on. “I’m sure you’re all confused. And no doubt you’ll want to return back to your homes. However, to do so you’ll need to enter my labyrinth. “Make it to the end and you’ll all return home.” The voice explained.
“Of course, this maze isn’t without its dangers. Enemies, much like you encounter on a regular basis will roam these halls. As well as beasts of my own design far stronger than those… Fear no though for every check point you reach this room will become more furnished with amenities. For now, you simply have beds to rest on.” He said as there was an audible click and the dark room was suddenly lit up. Sure, enough there were rows of beds all lined up one for each person to sleep on.
“When you’re ready to test yourselves step through this door and enter the first level of the labyrinth.” He declared as a large door appeared and opened up in front of them. For a while nobody said anything probably all too stunned to even process the information. “So, I’m guessing we’re all persona users given what he just said.” I spoke up. “I guess we should probably start with names and strengths, right?” I questioned the group. “I’m Chris Schwarzer.” I say. “My persona Serapth focuses on ranged combat.” I explained.
Idea 7: Harry Potter ( So to keep this one interesting I’m thinking of having it set in an AU where Voldemort and Harry don’t exist. However, there are still dark wizards who are part of a cult around. Defs looking for a Hermionie, Luna or Ginny, you could even have other celebs/ecelebs as teachers or students for this one! )
Starter: Another year at Hogwarts, the last for some; and another year of learning was right around the corner. Although times were not peaceful in the wizarding world. Aurors who were the police of the magical world were going missing or showing up dead.
The ministry not wanting to make a panic kept it fairly under wraps, however some of the families have come forward with the information and rumours abounded about what was really happening. Stepping off the train I sighed a little rubbing my temple where a headache had begun to set in. During the train ride here, I found myself stuck next to a boy who wouldn’t stop going on about the rumours and conspiracy theories.
Glad to be off the train I looked around for a minute lost as to where I needed to go. “I know it’s around here somewhere.” I commented, although my sense of direction was always off. Usually I followed everyone else. But this time it seemed I was one of the last ones off the train.
Idea 8: Fantasy harem adventure. (This one is fairly basic in nature. Basically, a young man with little combat experience leaves his poor hunting village once he’s of age and sets off to join the adventurer’s guild to make a name for himself and also to send money back home. He’s fairly modest, naive and kind hearted. Which makes him likable and easy to take advantage of.
We could add a story with war elements, racism and darker themes to show him that the world he idolizes isn’t as cracked up as he thought it’d be. Ideally, I’d like a full harem party for this one but I’m cool with one on one too.)
Starter: It had been a few days since I was finally able to leave the small village, I was raised in behind me. Sword on hip and keen to become an adventurer. Of course, I also wanted to make a name for myself and I was even more excited to see everything the world had to offer. With driving me forward I headed from my village over to the closest city which had a guild branch. A city called Ruan. It was nearly five times the size of my village if not more and yet it was nothing close to the capital city of Grancel.
Smooth dirt paths soon gave way to cobblestone and my boots clacked rhythmically against the pavement as my steps soon got faster and faster as Ruan came into view. My stomach was in knots as I gripped the straps on my bag tightly and after steeling my nerves and taking in the sight of the large city, I headed through the large stone arch to the busy streets beyond.
My excited eyes looked around at every nook and cranny as I took in every detail that was on offer. Soon coming across the large marble and wood building of the adventurer’s guild in front of me. I stood in front of the large building clearly awestruck and for a moment I felt completely overwhelmed. This was it. This was the first step I was going to take on my journey and yet I felt far too nervous to head inside. Instead I stood there shaking slightly as I tried to work up the courage to push those large oak doors aside and declare my presence to the world.
Idea 9: Man of the town. (So again the premise is also pretty basic. My character wakes up in a town where there’s no men, as if they all vanished at once. Including his father which leaves him home alone with his sister and mother. (It’s up to you if you want incest in the plot or not.) We can have a story with an element of mystery to it too if you want! Or we can just bounce around the town having him bonk as many different people as you want. )
Starter: It’s been a few weeks since all the men in the town vanished one day. One day they were there and the next they were gone. There was of course a panic even though it is much calmer than originally, it continues to creep in the back of everyone’s mind. It doesn’t help the fact that no outsiders have come into the town and some strange thick fog seems to stop everyone from leaving.
However, with no answers it was left to the women of the town to pick up the slack and try to push for some level of normalcy. Except for me it seemed. Since the whole act started, I was in lockdown not being free to leave my home since my mother and sister was much too paranoid that I’d disappear too. With the amount of time I spent indoors going stir crazy I began to wonder if it was better to be wherever the rest of them are.
Today was different though and finally I was given the chance to leave the house while my mother was careless and rather quickly, I headed out into the street just glad to take in the scenery as I headed over to a nearby park. I headed over the soft grass feeling it beneath my shoes and then to the pond where I took a seat on one of the mounted benches.
Idea 10: Zombie and Nuclear Apocalypse. (Not a whole lot to say here other than it’s one of your run of the mill Zombie/Nuclear apocalypse scenarios. I might toy with the idea of having multiple zombie types like games such as Dying light and Left for dead in order to spice things up a little but we’ll see where we go with it. As for nuclear I’ll probably be following along the Fallout franchise. Being part of these worlds will probably make my character a bit more brash, blunt and even a little rude. However, given some time he’ll warm up.)
Zombie Starter: No one knows quite when the outbreak started, however it swept over the globe causing panic. People eating people. People dying and coming back to life as a shambling corpse joining the armies of similar creatures. Society crumbled over time and the cities which were now hot zones for hordes of the undead creatures were left abandoned to all but the most daring or desperate of individuals. However, these rabid hordes weren’t the only thing to look out for in the apocalypse.
Society had begun to reform in its most primal form. People grouped together for safety. Those who just wanted to live peacefully became easy prey for those who saw the end of the world as we knew it as a playground to kill pillage and steal what they’d like. These bandits created their own factions with their own fortresses and seemed to have an endless supply of guns and ammo as they used it quite liberally.
I had been on the trail of a particularly nasty group of bandits as they razed whatever small settlements, they had to the ground callously and without mercy. I had just arrived at one of these towns. Dying people lay scattered about while fires licked at the makeshift buildings. It was still quite fresh. Approaching a nearby body which seemed to be moving slightly I turned it over the man was in bad shape and was clearly on death’s door. His eyes looking into mine in a pleading sense.
“Do you want me to make it quick?” I asked him reaching my left hand down to my machete which hung on my belt. Weakly his hand reached out to grip my right as he gave a nod. I knew the death wouldn’t be clean, as I unsheathed my blade. However, I couldn’t waste any ammo on my pistol nor could I risk tipping off the bandits that did this that I was following them. With a quick swing I slammed the blade into the head of the man ending his life and after wiping the blade off on his shirt I slid it back into its sheath my eyes scanning the immediate area for any of the undead which had turned or for a slim chance of getting a glimpse of survivors.
Nuclear Apocalypse Starter:
The world as we knew it ended in a flash. A white light followed by a rumble which washed over the world in nuclear fire. Billions died then and there reducing the world’s population to the brink. Those who were lucky to survive a direct blast were mutated to become much different than humans and more akin to zombies. Those outside of it didn’t have much quality of life as the radiation created mutated creatures which made living in a barren wasteland that much harder.
There were others however who were lucky enough to be given a spot in giant underground vaults. There they lived out their lives separated from the horrors that this new world wrought. One by one these vaults opened to allow these vault dwellers into the wasteland that was our world.
Their blue suits and clueless natures made them stand out and become easy prey to raiders, giant creatures and everything in between. Many of them didn’t get far before being gutted and robbed for their illusive vault suits which earned enough to feed a scavenger or bandit for a month.
The world and society began to rebuild. And with small settlements and towns popping up here and there it wasn’t all doom and gloom for the wasteland. Many were able to create jobs in local milita, mercenary work. Even trading or bartending.
I was such a mercenary a few generations of my family lived through the bombing and the radiation which was lucky enough for me, I guess. I was hired to do whatever someone wanted for the right price. And today I was tasked with delving into a recently opened vault and check make contact with the inhabitants inside.
Colt python on my waist I headed over to the large vault door which at this point was sealed shut and knocked loudly. This job seemed rather easy and was paying a lot which made me wonder who I was working for and what purpose they had with these vault dwellers. However, I wasn’t paid to ask questions nor did I really care at the end of the day. The less I knew the less guilt I could feel.
Idea 11: Space/Scifi. (So this is a scifi adventure. My character is the captain of his own ship and is currently looking for recruits to join him and help run it. There will probably be lots of interesting planets our characters go to and I’ll certainly be making them up as we go along! Your character can range as anything from a human to android or even an alien.)
Stepping out of the tempest I breathed in the humid station air of Astra station. The station which was on the furthest reaches of the space ruled over the galactic council; was a haven for the depraved. Outlaws, mercenaries, drug dealers you name it Astra has it and in bountiful supply too.
Which made it a perfect spot to find someone who was desperate to get off the station. Someone who would work for cheap or for free. All I needed to do was to find them. “Schwarzer, don’t forget to stock up on food, military rations are sad.” A voice commented through the earpiece I had. “Yeah. I’ll head through the slums and to the market. Thanks, Evai.” I responded. “And don’t cause any trouble, I don’t wanna rot in this ship while you’re dead.” The voice added on. “Yeah yeah I’ve got it.” I responded as the communication line was severed and I started on my walk.
I headed through a nearby door and down into the depths of the station. Soon I the overcrowded and frankly smelly slums. Beggars and gang members lined every corner all looking at me with a cautious eye as I passed. There were even a few tweaked out drug users laying scattered about in some dark corners. Even a few corpses.
I didn’t stop though, if you stayed in one place too long down here you were asking to be jumped and quickly, I pushed on heading over to the bustling markets. The food quality here wasn’t the best although it was abundant. I even talked to a few of the store owners to see if they knew where I could find the extra hands to help me on my ship.
Idea 12: Brother sisteMother son (Or both). (So, this starter is gonna be fairly generic, however it’s open to allowing any of the familial ties to be easily included. I have a few ideas for immediate family and will post them below and if you have any ideas, I’m happy to hear them.)
Starter: It’s a hot and lazy day in the middle of summer break. I had laid splayed out on the couch at home. Despite the air conditioner being on full blast my skin underneath my tank top was getting stuck to the leather couch; which did little to alleviate the heat fluster that was going on. I sighed after looking over the back of the couch to the pool outback longingly. I sighed a little resigning myself to bite the bullet and peeled myself from the couch.
As much as I wanted to strip down and run out, I wasn’t entirely sure if I was home alone and as such, I headed up to my room to change into a pair of swimming trunks before heading back downstairs. Passing through the laundry and grabbing a towel on the way.
I headed onto the back deck and draped my towel over the railing before I rushed over and leapt into the pool immediately feeling the cool water wash away any of the heat I had been feeling. I resurface and breathed a sigh of relief as I pushed my messy hair back from my face.
Idea 13: Aunt/Cousin. (Can be both) Again like the incest scene above I’m not quite sure how to spruce this one up so I’ll leave it rather basic and we can go from there.)
Starter: My family has gone on holiday without me as I had to stay behind due to being caught up in exams. Rather than meeting up with them later they decided it would be more fun for me if I finished them up then headed over to spend some time with my Aunt and my cousin across the county. While I wouldn’t be leaving the country, I was still getting a vacation in a way and as such I tried my best to be upbeat and positive about it, even if I was envious of the others.
While it wasn’t the same pristine beaches and high-class resorts that the rest of my family was going to, I was still grateful for the hospitality. The plane lands in the airport and after collecting my bags and checking my phone for a confirmation I was going to be picked up I sent my family and my aunt and cousin a quick text telling them I landed safely. After gathering my small suitcase from the conveyor belt, I wheeled it through security and out to the meeting area keeping my eyes peeled for any sign of my cousin or my auntie. There was a little confusion about who was going to greet me so I wasn’t sure who to expect myself.
Idea 14: Incest family vacation. (So, this one is again going to be like the other two before it. They kinda roll off each other in a way. However, I believe it allows for a wide range of engagements with multiple characters at some kind of beach resort.)
Starter: It’s the dead middle of another scorching summer and rather than tough it out in our homes which has air-conditioning which never seemed to help, our large family decided to all go to a large resort (Could even be a cruise too) together. Many of the rooms were rather luxurious and I was more than excited to see what the rest of the hotel had to offer.
We pulled up into the lobby and while the parents were checking in I headed over to check out a map on the wall. It seemed there were quite a lot of different things to do around the resort. There was a pool with a poolside bar, a beach which had volleyball games, a massage parlour, hot tubs and many different activities ranging from native dances to eating competitions.
Just the realization we were here and the excitement at the many possibilities that could come from the vacation. Maybe I’d even meet someone nice and have a vacation fling. Although with so many family members running around, I doubted that I’d get much peace to do that. Regardless I was eager to get up to the room, have a shower and change into my swimming trunks to explore all the different places.
We headed up to the rooms where I noticed mine had a large double bed. However, judging by my mother’s comments outside It seemed there was some kind of mix-up in the rooms and I’d be sharing the room with one of my family members. Not that I minded too much. I placed my suitcase down and waited to see who would come in and if they were interested in joining me look around.
Closing words: So yeah that’s about it! Thanks for reading and if you have any questions or suggestions, I’m open to hearing them! I know this was probably a big read so thanks again for your time and I hope to talk to some of you soon!
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2020.10.25 15:03 CovidMdBot 10/25/2020 In the last 24 hours there have been 792 new confirmed COVID-19 cases in Maryland. There has now been a total of 140,279 confirmed cases.

SUMMARY (10/25/2020)
YESTERDAY'S TESTING STATISTICS IN MARYLAND
Metric 24 HR Total Prev 7 Day Avg Today vs 7 Day Avg
Number of Tests 31,865 26,370 +20.8%
Number of Positive Tests 989 777 +27.3%
Percent Positive Tests 3.10% 3.05% +1.8%
Percent Positive Less Retests 6.60% 6.13% +7.6%
State Reported 7-day Rolling Positive Testing Percent: 3%
Testing metrics are distinct from case metrics as an individual may be tested multiple times.
Percent Positive Less Retests is calculated as New Confirmed Cases / (New Confirmed Cases + Number of persons tested negative).
SUMMARY STATISTICS IN MARYLAND
Metric 24 HR Total Prev 7 Day Avg Today vs 7 Day Avg Total to Date
Number of confirmed cases 792 623 +27.2% 140,279
Number of confirmed deaths 5 8 -35.2% 3,950
Number of probable deaths 0 0 -100.0% 146
Number of persons tested negative 11,210 9,666 +16.0% 1,738,650
Ever hospitalized 52 50 +3.1% 16,757
Released from isolation 9 25 -64.0% 8,064
Total testing volume 31,865 26,379 +20.8% 3,266,149
CURRENT HOSPITALIZATION USAGE
Metric Total 24 HR Delta Prev 7 Day Avg Delta Delta vs 7 Day Avg
Currently hospitalized 446 -9 +5 -290.9%
Acute care 343 -3 +5 -165.6%
Intensive care 103 -6 0 -4300.0%
The Currently hospitalized metric appears to be the sum of the Acute care and Intensive care metrics.
Cases and Deaths Data Breakdown
CASES BY COUNTY
County Total Cases Change New Cases per 100,000 (7 Day Avg) Confirmed Deaths Change Probable Deaths Change
Allegany 635 11 14.1 (↑) 23 0 0 0
Anne Arundel 11,724 79 12.2 (↑) 258 2 12 0
Baltimore County 20,208 100 11.4 (↑) 642 3 23 0
Baltimore City 17,440 128 13.8 (↑) 484 0 17 0
Calvert 1,162 4 7.2 (→) 27 0 2 0
Caroline 732 3 12.1 (↓) 8 0 0 0
Carroll 2,202 10 5.6 (↑) 126 0 3 0
Cecil 1,322 12 7.5 (↑) 35 0 1 0
Charles 3,113 23 9.3 (↑) 100 0 2 0
Dorchester 769 8 35.9 (→) 10 0 0 0
Frederick 4,678 35 9.7 (↑) 130 0 8 0
Garrett 126 3 12.3 (↓) 1 0 0 0
Harford 3,529 16 7.8 (↓) 77 0 4 0
Howard 5,777 34 9.8 (↑) 120 2 6 0
Kent 338 0 6.4 (↓) 23 1 2 0
Montgomery 25,147 163 11.1 (↑) 827 3 40 0
Prince George's 32,225 104 13.0 (↑) 829 0 24 0
Queen Anne's 767 5 9.9 (↑) 25 0 1 0
Somerset 410 1 14.6 (↓) 6 0 0 0
St. Mary's 1,452 9 7.7 (↑) 60 0 0 0
Talbot 641 5 8.3 (↓) 6 0 0 0
Washington 2,229 18 12.6 (↑) 43 1 0 0
Wicomico 2,451 17 16.5 (→) 50 0 0 0
Worcester 1,202 4 10.3 (↓) 30 1 1 0
Data not available 0 0 0.0 (→) 10 -8 0 0
CASES BY AGE & GENDER:
Demographic Total Cases Change Confirmed Deaths Change Probable Deaths Change
0-9 5,466 38 0 0 0 0
10-19 12,326 85 2 0 0 0
20-29 26,546 153 24 0 1 0
30-39 25,206 145 52 0 6 0
40-49 22,233 137 129 2 3 0
50-59 20,440 106 324 0 17 0
60-69 13,746 74 647 1 13 0
70-79 8,057 35 979 1 28 0
80+ 6,259 19 1,791 2 78 0
Data not available 0 0 2 -1 0 0
Female 73,882 425 1,933 3 75 0
Male 66,397 367 2,017 2 71 0
Sex Unknown 0 0 0 0 0 0
CASES BY RACE:
Race Total Cases Change Confirmed Deaths Change Probable Deaths Change
African-American (NH) 43,512 206 1,606 4 55 0
White (NH) 37,021 268 1,687 5 73 0
Hispanic 29,633 120 453 2 12 0
Asian (NH) 2,687 14 146 0 6 0
Other (NH) 6,524 56 46 1 0 0
Data not available 20,902 128 12 -7 0 0
MAP OF CASES:
MAP (10/25/2020)
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MAP 7 DAY AVERAGE OF NEW CASES PER 100,000 (10/25/2020)
TOTAL MD CASES:
TOTAL MD CASES (10/25/2020)
CURRENT MD HOSP. & TOTAL DEATHS:
CURRENT MD HOSP. & TOTAL DEATHS (10/25/2020)
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2020.10.25 13:12 Matthew-BOZHILOV How do we insert our discount cards into our iPhone?

How do we insert our discount cards into our iPhone?
Hello Apple users, I guess this question has climbed not once in our minds. The iPhone's digital wallet, unfortunately, doesn't have this option, so we'll have to look at it in a different direction. Apple wallet is just one of the things that iOS and Apple outperform everyone else, but when it comes to "all in one" they have more to improve. Let's look at how many alternative ways to enter all our cards into one app. There are quite a few options on the market, but we will target those that are the most used in total and have the best rating( Keep in mind, this is for the European market )

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So, let's get started:
Pass2U Wallet –From free to a paid version?

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The app looks quite convenient, with a good interface and design, but the new problems come from the fact that the more cards you try to score in it, casually requires you to go to the paid version. Paying a fee of BGN 2-3 euros per month to have all the discount cards is quite pointless. You pay to have discounts when shopping. The original idea of this app was to fill the missing link in the Apple Wallet, but eventually, it became a paid app and it was a bit repulsive for people. Of course, I'm not saying it won't work for you, but how many and what your cards are, and whether you would pay to have them is a question you have to ask yourself.
Stocard – We should not always bet on the German

https://preview.redd.it/93wqe3hjf8v51.png?width=172&format=png&auto=webp&s=9fae4cd38a6d217f2fb6fafe09b7665863988d10
The German app is one of the leading when it comes to digitizing our discount cards. It has a good rating in the App Store, but what impressed me when I looked at user ratings is that very often their data disappears from the app itself, as well as maps that have scored in it. This is quite unpleasant in cases where you collect certain points or something in this regard because they simply disappear. This, of course, does not happen every day I guess, but it is certainly something they need to work on overtime. The good thing is that it is available in more than 20 languages, which is a big plus for non-English speakers.
VirtualCards – Great app for iPhone users up to X series

https://preview.redd.it/p5i30jrkf8v51.png?width=244&format=png&auto=webp&s=0afbb51155cf750d2d28fd53785c2dc3742de1bd
VirtualCards is a really good and reliable app for inserting your discount cards. Unfortunately, it's not fully developed for newer versions of the iPhone - with up to 8 everything fine. After the X series, the app looks somehow underdeveloped, for Android of course there are no problems for the latest models. To date, there has been an improvement in their iPhone performance, but if you're using any of the latest models, you'd better focus on one of the above suggestions.
iCard – The digital wallet of the first Fintech company in Eastern Europe

https://preview.redd.it/6dgcr0hmf8v51.png?width=316&format=png&auto=webp&s=1d23488daf781614cfeac37f8daaaddd16f2b7bd
iCard's wallet may be the one you'il find easiest to use. To put all your discount cards in one place, you only need to install the App without even verifying it. This happens again completely free of charge and only this wallet option can be used. It's quite okay in terms that a person is not engaged in anything, such as data or maintenance fees. Of course, if you decide to use the whole idea of the digital wallet, it is your will. Online payments, transfers without fees or with minimal ones, also payment of utility bills.
If you decide, you can try and see what will appeal to you the most.
Apple wallet and everyone else!!!
Apple's wallet is an app you can pay with using your phone, but the concept of a digital wallet these days is quite different. Instant transfers, payment of accounts through it, and of course -storage of discount cards are only part of their benefits.
Before deciding which of the above applications to use, ask yourself the question:
- What's my need for him?
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2020.10.25 09:00 frieren1 Question: Pi-hole stopped resolving DNS

Question: Pi-hole stopped resolving DNS
So like every third day, pihole stops resolving DNS over night until i restart it. Then it resolves my DNS queries normally again.
When i tried to flush my network table this came:

https://preview.redd.it/khvdd4v647v51.png?width=393&format=png&auto=webp&s=226a9858103076d4f3a05e7829f6846e9d32818c
My crontab:
SHELL=/bin/bash PATH=/uslocal/sbin:/uslocal/bin:/sbin:/bin:/ussbin:/usbin #update for this --> https://github.com/mmotti/pihole-regex 30 2 * * 1 /usbin/curl -sSl https://raw.githubusercontent.com/mmotti/pihole-regex/masteinstall.py /usbin/python3 #backups my pi to a usb drive 0 5 1 * * /home/pi/backup.sh > /dev/null 0 5 15 * * /home/pi/backup.sh > /dev/null 

Hopefully someone can help me with this :/
Here the debug log or download it from here https://ufile.io/e0wcvmlx:
This process collects information from your Pi-hole, and optionally uploads it to a unique and random directory on tricorder.pi-hole.net.
The intent of this script is to allow users to self-diagnose their installations. This is accomplished by running tests against our software and providing the user with links to FAQ articles when a problem is detected. Since we are a small team and Pi-hole has been growing steadily, it is our hope that this will help us spend more time on development.
NOTE: All log files auto-delete after 48 hours and ONLY the Pi-hole developers can access your data via the given token. We have taken these extra steps to secure your data and will work to further reduce any personal information gathered.
[95m*** [ INITIALIZING ][0m [i] 2020-10-25:08:29:59 debug log has been initialized.
[95m*** [ INITIALIZING ][0m Sourcing setup variables [i] Sourcing /etc/pihole/setupVars.conf...
[95m*** [ DIAGNOSING ]:[0m Core version [i] Core: [33mv5.1.2[0m ([96mhttps://discourse.pi-hole.net/t/how-do-i-update-pi-hole/249[0m) [i] Remotes: origin https://github.com/pi-hole/pi-hole.git (fetch))origin https://github.com/pi-hole/pi-hole.git (push)) [i] Branch: [32mmaster[0m [i] Commit: v5.1.2-0-g6b536b7
[95m*** [ DIAGNOSING ]:[0m Web version [i] Web: [33mv5.1.1[0m ([96mhttps://discourse.pi-hole.net/t/how-do-i-update-pi-hole/249[0m) [i] Remotes: origin https://github.com/pi-hole/AdminLTE.git (fetch))origin https://github.com/pi-hole/AdminLTE.git (push)) [i] Branch: [32mmaster[0m [i] Commit: v5.1.1-0-ga03d1bd
[95m*** [ DIAGNOSING ]:[0m FTL version [[32m✓[0m] FTL: [32mv5.2[0m
[95m*** [ DIAGNOSING ]:[0m lighttpd version [i] 1.4.53
[95m*** [ DIAGNOSING ]:[0m php version [i] 7.3.19
[95m*** [ DIAGNOSING ]:[0m Operating system [[32m✓[0m] Distro: [32mRaspbian[0m [[32m✓[0m] Version: [32m10[0m
[95m*** [ DIAGNOSING ]:[0m SELinux [i] [32mSELinux not detected[0m
[95m*** [ DIAGNOSING ]:[0m Processor [[32m✓[0m] [32marmv7l[0m
[95m*** [ DIAGNOSING ]:[0m Networking [[32m✓[0m] IPv4 address(es) bound to the eth0 interface: [32m192.168.178.202/24[0m matches the IP found in /etc/pihole/setupVars.conf
[[32m✓[0m] IPv6 address(es) bound to the eth0 interface: [91m2003:f2:c717:1500:79f8:df05:12bc:89ae[0m does not match the IP found in /etc/pihole/setupVars.conf ([96mhttps://discourse.pi-hole.net/t/use-ipv6-ula-addresses-for-pi-hole/2127[0m) [32mfd00::3663:f580:d70d:f50d[0m matches the IP found in /etc/pihole/setupVars.conf [91mfe80::3762:e741:15d8:3056[0m does not match the IP found in /etc/pihole/setupVars.conf ([96mhttps://discourse.pi-hole.net/t/use-ipv6-ula-addresses-for-pi-hole/2127[0m)
Please note that you may have more than one IP address listed. As long as one of them is green, and it matches what is in /etc/pihole/setupVars.conf, there is no need for concern.
The link to the FAQ is for an issue that sometimes occurs when the IPv6 address changes, which is why we check for it.
[i] Default IPv4 gateway: 192.168.178.1 * Pinging 192.168.178.1... [[32m✓[0m] [32mGateway responded.[0m [i] Default IPv6 gateway: fe80::2e3a:fdff:fe01:a194 * Pinging fe80::2e3a:fdff:fe01:a194... [[32m✓[0m] [32mGateway responded.[0m
[95m*** [ DIAGNOSING ]:[0m Ports in use 127.0.0.1:5053 cloudflare (IPv4) 127.0.0.1:45153 cloudflare (IPv4) *:22 sshd (IPv4) *:22 sshd (IPv6) [[32m80[0m] is in use by [32mlighttpd[0m [[32m80[0m] is in use by [32mlighttpd[0m [[32m53[0m] is in use by [32mpihole-FTL[0m [[32m53[0m] is in use by [32mpihole-FTL[0m [[32m4711[0m] is in use by [32mpihole-FTL[0m [[32m4711[0m] is in use by [32mpihole-FTL[0m
[95m*** [ DIAGNOSING ]:[0m Name resolution (IPv4) using a random blocked domain and a known ad-serving domain [[91m✗[0m] [91mFailed to resolve[0m www.lnstagramcopyrightform.net via [91mlocalhost[0m (127.0.0.1) [[91m✗[0m] [91mFailed to resolve[0m www.lnstagramcopyrightform.net via [91mPi-hole[0m (192.168.178.202) [[32m✓[0m] doubleclick.com [32mis 172.217.23.14[0m via [96ma remote, public DNS server[0m (8.8.8.8)
[95m*** [ DIAGNOSING ]:[0m Name resolution (IPv6) using a random blocked domain and a known ad-serving domain [[91m✗[0m] [91mFailed to resolve[0m revengehostage.com via [91mlocalhost[0m (::1) [[91m✗[0m] [91mFailed to resolve[0m revengehostage.com via [91mPi-hole[0m (fd00::3663:f580:d70d:f50d) [[32m✓[0m] doubleclick.com [32mis 2a00:1450:4016:804::200e[0m via [96ma remote, public DNS server[0m (2001:4860:4860::8888)
[95m*** [ DIAGNOSING ]:[0m Pi-hole processes [[32m✓[0m] [32mlighttpd[0m daemon is [32mactive[0m [[32m✓[0m] [32mpihole-FTL[0m daemon is [32mactive[0m
[95m*** [ DIAGNOSING ]:[0m Setup variables PIHOLE_INTERFACE=eth0 IPV4_ADDRESS=192.168.178.202/24 IPV6_ADDRESS=fd00::3663:f580:d70d:f50d QUERY_LOGGING=true INSTALL_WEB_SERVER=true INSTALL_WEB_INTERFACE=true LIGHTTPD_ENABLED=true BLOCKING_ENABLED=true ADMIN_EMAIL= WEBUIBOXEDLAYOUT=boxed WEBTHEME=default-dark PIHOLE_DNS_1=127.0.0.1#5053 DNS_FQDN_REQUIRED=true DNS_BOGUS_PRIV=true DNSSEC=true REV_SERVER=true REV_SERVER_CIDR=192.168.178.1/24 REV_SERVER_TARGET=192.168.178.1 REV_SERVER_DOMAIN=fritz.box DNSMASQ_LISTENING=local
[95m*** [ DIAGNOSING ]:[0m Dashboard and block page [[32m✓[0m] Block page X-Header: [32mX-Pi-hole: A black hole for Internet advertisements.[0m [[32m✓[0m] Web interface X-Header: [32mX-Pi-hole: The Pi-hole Web interface is working![0m
[95m*** [ DIAGNOSING ]:[0m Gravity List and Database [32m-rw-rw-r-- 1 pihole pihole 66781184 Oct 25 04:32 /etc/pihole/gravity.db[0m
[95m*** [ DIAGNOSING ]:[0m Info table property value -------------------- ---------------------------------------- version 12 updated 1603596759 gravity_count 999359 Last gravity run finished at: [96mSun 25 Oct 04:32:39 CET 2020[0m
[96m----- First 10 Gravity Domains -----[0m localhost.localdomain n2019cov.000webhostapp.com webmail-who-int.000webhostapp.com 010sec.com 01mspmd5yalky8.com 0byv9mgbn0.com ns6.0pendns.org dns.0pengl.com ios.0pengl.com 0x4fc271.tk
[95m*** [ DIAGNOSING ]:[0m Groups
id enabled name date_added date_modified description ---- ------- -------------------------------------------------- ------------------- ------------------- -------------------------------------------------- 0 1 Default 2020-09-08 12:47:42 2020-09-08 12:47:42 The default group
[95m*** [ DIAGNOSING ]:[0m Domainlist (0/1 = exact white-/blacklist, 2/3 = regex white-/blacklist) id type enabled group_ids domain date_added date_modified comment ---- ---- ------- ------------ ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------- ------------------- -------------------------------------------------- 1 3 1 0 .+[_.-]?adse?rv(er?ice)?s?[0-9][.-] 2020-09-08 13:03:29 2020-09-08 13:03:29 github.com/mmotti/pihole-regex 2 3 1 0 ^(.+[.-])?telemetry[_.-] 2020-09-08 13:03:29 2020-09-08 13:03:29 github.com/mmotti/pihole-regex 4 3 1 0 ^adim(ageg)s?[0-9][.-] 2020-09-08 13:03:29 2020-09-08 13:03:29 github.com/mmotti/pihole-regex 5 3 1 0 ^adtrack(ering)?[0-9]*[.-] 2020-09-08 13:03:29 2020-09-08 13:03:29 github.com/mmotti/pihole-regex 6 3 1 0 advert(sis(ingements?))?[0-9]*[_.-] 2020-09-08 13:03:29 2020-09-08 13:03:29 github.com/mmotti/pihole-regex 7 3 1 0 aff(iliat(es?ion))?[_.-] 2020-09-08 13:03:29 2020-09-08 13:03:29 github.com/mmotti/pihole-regex 8 3 1 0 analytics?[_.-] 2020-09-08 13:03:29 2020-09-08 13:03:29 github.com/mmotti/pihole-regex 9 3 1 0 banners?[_.-] 2020-09-08 13:03:29 2020-09-08 13:03:29 github.com/mmotti/pihole-regex 10 3 1 0 beacons?[0-9]*[_.-] 2020-09-08 13:03:29 2020-09-08 13:03:29 github.com/mmotti/pihole-regex 11 3 1 0 count(ers?)?[0-9]*[_.-] 2020-09-08 13:03:29 2020-09-08 13:03:29 github.com/mmotti/pihole-regex 12 3 1 0 mads. 2020-09-08 13:03:29 2020-09-08 13:03:29 github.com/mmotti/pihole-regex 13 3 1 0 pixels?[-.] 2020-09-08 13:03:29 2020-09-08 13:03:29 github.com/mmotti/pihole-regex 14 3 1 0 stat(sistics)?[0-9]*[_.-] 2020-09-08 13:03:29 2020-09-08 13:03:29 github.com/mmotti/pihole-regex 17 0 1 0 api.cleverpush.com 2020-09-09 10:49:45 2020-09-09 10:49:45 Added from Query Log 18 0 1 0 static.cleverpush.com 2020-09-09 10:49:56 2020-09-09 10:49:56 Added from Query Log 19 0 1 0 liveapi.cleverpush.com 2020-09-09 10:50:21 2020-09-09 10:50:21 Added from Query Log 20 0 1 0 heise.cleverpush.com 2020-09-09 20:04:05 2020-09-09 20:04:05 Added from Query Log 23 3 1 0 ad([sxv]?[0-9]*system)_.-{1,}[.-]ad([sxv]?[0-9]*system)[.-] 2020-09-21 02:30:02 2020-09-21 02:30:02 github.com/mmotti/pihole-regex 35 0 1 0 interia.hit.gemius.pl 2020-09-24 08:39:41 2020-09-24 08:39:41 Added from Query Log 64 0 1 0 prophet.heise.de 2020-10-19 09:26:44 2020-10-19 09:26:44 Added from Query Log
[95m*** [ DIAGNOSING ]:[0m Clients
[95m*** [ DIAGNOSING ]:[0m Adlists id enabled group_ids address date_added date_modified comment ---- ------- ------------ ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------- ------------------- -------------------------------------------------- 1 1 0 https://raw.githubusercontent.com/StevenBlack/hosts/mastehosts 2020-09-08 12:47:42 2020-09-08 12:47:42 Migrated from /etc/pihole/adlists.list 2 1 0 https://mirror1.malwaredomains.com/files/justdomains 2020-09-08 12:47:42 2020-09-08 12:47:42 Migrated from /etc/pihole/adlists.list 3 1 0 https://dbl.oisd.nl/ 2020-09-08 13:02:41 2020-09-08 13:02:41 https://oisd.nl/?p=inc
[95m*** [ DIAGNOSING ]:[0m contents of [96m/etc/pihole[0m
[32m-rw-r--r-- 1 root root 124 Oct 25 04:32 /etc/pihole/local.list[0m 192.168.178.202 raspberrypi fd00::3663:f580:d70d:f50d raspberrypi 192.168.178.202 pi.hole fd00::3663:f580:d70d:f50d pi.hole
[32m-rw-r--r-- 1 root root 234 Sep 8 12:47 /etc/pihole/logrotate[0m /valog/pihole.log { su root root daily copytruncate rotate 5 compress delaycompress notifempty nomail } /valog/pihole-FTL.log { su root root weekly copytruncate rotate 3 compress delaycompress notifempty nomail }
[32m-rw-rw-r-- 1 pihole root 15 Sep 8 12:47 /etc/pihole/pihole-FTL.conf[0m PRIVACYLEVEL=0
[95m*** [ DIAGNOSING ]:[0m contents of [96m/etc/dnsmasq.d[0m
[32m-rw-r--r-- 1 root root 1575 Sep 8 13:38 /etc/dnsmasq.d/01-pihole.conf[0m addn-hosts=/etc/pihole/local.list addn-hosts=/etc/pihole/custom.list localise-queries no-resolv cache-size=10000 log-queries log-facility=/valog/pihole.log local-ttl=2 log-async server=127.0.0.1 domain-needed bogus-priv dnssec trust-anchor=.,20326,8,2,E06D44B80B8F1D39A95C0B0D7C65D08458E880409BBC683457104237C7F8EC8D local-service rev-server=192.168.178.1/24,192.168.178.1 server=/fritz.box/192.168.178.1 server=/use-application-dns.net/
[95m*** [ DIAGNOSING ]:[0m contents of [96m/etc/lighttpd[0m
[32m-rw-r--r-- 1 root root 0 Sep 8 12:47 /etc/lighttpd/external.conf[0m
[32m-rw-r--r-- 1 root root 4066 Sep 8 12:47 /etc/lighttpd/lighttpd.conf[0m server.modules = ( "mod_access", "mod_accesslog", "mod_auth", "mod_expire", "mod_compress", "mod_redirect", "mod_setenv", "mod_rewrite" ) server.document-root = "/vawww/html" server.error-handler-404 = "/pihole/index.php" server.upload-dirs = ( "/vacache/lighttpd/uploads" ) server.errorlog = "/valog/lighttpd/error.log" server.pid-file = "/run/lighttpd.pid" server.username = "www-data" server.groupname = "www-data" server.port = 80 accesslog.filename = "/valog/lighttpd/access.log" accesslog.format = "%{%s}t%V%r%s%b" index-file.names = ( "index.php", "index.html", "index.lighttpd.html" ) url.access-deny = ( "~", ".inc", ".md", ".yml", ".ini" ) static-file.exclude-extensions = ( ".php", ".pl", ".fcgi" ) compress.cache-dir = "/vacache/lighttpd/compress/" compress.filetype = ( "application/json", "application/vnd.ms-fontobject", "application/xml", "font/eot", "font/opentype", "font/otf", "font/ttf", "image/bmp", "image/svg+xml", "image/vnd.microsoft.icon", "image/x-icon", "text/css", "text/html", "text/javascript", "text/plain", "text/xml" ) mimetype.assign = ( ".ico" => "image/x-icon", ".jpeg" => "image/jpeg", ".jpg" => "image/jpeg", ".png" => "image/png", ".svg" => "image/svg+xml", ".css" => "text/css; charset=utf-8", ".html" => "text/html; charset=utf-8", ".js" => "text/javascript; charset=utf-8", ".json" => "application/json; charset=utf-8", ".map" => "application/json; charset=utf-8", ".txt" => "text/plain; charset=utf-8", ".eot" => "application/vnd.ms-fontobject", ".otf" => "font/otf", ".ttc" => "font/collection", ".ttf" => "font/ttf", ".woff" => "font/woff", ".woff2" => "font/woff2" ) include_shell "/usshare/lighttpd/use-ipv6.pl " + server.port include_shell "find /etc/lighttpd/conf-enabled -name '*.conf' -a ! -name 'letsencrypt.conf' -printf 'include "%p" ' 2>/dev/null" $HTTP["url"] =~ "/admin/" {
setenv.add-response-header = ( "X-Pi-hole" => "The Pi-hole Web interface is working!", "X-Frame-Options" => "DENY" ) $HTTP["url"] =~ ".(eototftt[cf]woff2?)$" {
setenv.add-response-header = ( "Access-Control-Allow-Origin" => "" ) } } $HTTP["url"] =~ "^/admin/.(.)" { url.access-deny = ("") } expire.url = ( "" => "access plus 0 seconds" ) include_shell "cat external.conf 2>/dev/null"
[95m*** [ DIAGNOSING ]:[0m contents of [96m/etc/cron.d[0m
[32m-rw-r--r-- 1 root root 1755 Sep 8 12:47 /etc/cron.d/pihole[0m 32 4 * * 7 root PATH="$PATH:/ussbin:/uslocal/bin/" pihole updateGravity >/valog/pihole_updateGravity.log cat /valog/pihole_updateGravity.log 00 00 * * * root PATH="$PATH:/ussbin:/uslocal/bin/" pihole flush once quiet u/reboot root /ussbin/logrotate /etc/pihole/logrotate */10 * * * * root PATH="$PATH:/ussbin:/uslocal/bin/" pihole updatechecker local 24 13 * * * root PATH="$PATH:/ussbin:/uslocal/bin/" pihole updatechecker remote u/reboot root PATH="$PATH:/ussbin:/uslocal/bin/" pihole updatechecker remote reboot
[95m*** [ DIAGNOSING ]:[0m contents of [96m/valog/lighttpd[0m
[32m-rw-r--r-- 1 www-data www-data 1473 Oct 25 08:30 /valog/lighttpd/error.log[0m 2020-10-25 00:00:01: (server.c.1759) logfiles cycled UID = 0 PID = 9393 2020-10-25 08:28:17: (mod_fastcgi.c.421) FastCGI-stderr: PHP Warning: dns_get_record(): A temporary server error occurred. in /vawww/html/pihole/index.php on line 227 2020-10-25 08:28:17: (mod_fastcgi.c.421) FastCGI-stderr: PHP Warning: array_key_exists() expects parameter 2 to be array, null given in /vawww/html/pihole/index.php on line 228 2020-10-25 08:28:29: (mod_fastcgi.c.421) FastCGI-stderr: PHP Warning: dns_get_record(): A temporary server error occurred. in /vawww/html/pihole/index.php on line 227 2020-10-25 08:28:29: (mod_fastcgi.c.421) FastCGI-stderr: PHP Warning: array_key_exists() expects parameter 2 to be array, null given in /vawww/html/pihole/index.php on line 228 2020-10-25 08:30:27: (mod_fastcgi.c.421) FastCGI-stderr: PHP Warning: dns_get_record(): A temporary server error occurred. in /vawww/html/pihole/index.php on line 227 2020-10-25 08:30:27: (mod_fastcgi.c.421) FastCGI-stderr: PHP Warning: array_key_exists() expects parameter 2 to be array, null given in /vawww/html/pihole/index.php on line 228 2020-10-25 08:30:40: (mod_fastcgi.c.421) FastCGI-stderr: PHP Warning: dns_get_record(): A temporary server error occurred. in /vawww/html/pihole/index.php on line 227 2020-10-25 08:30:40: (mod_fastcgi.c.421) FastCGI-stderr: PHP Warning: array_key_exists() expects parameter 2 to be array, null given in /vawww/html/pihole/index.php on line 228
[95m*** [ DIAGNOSING ]:[0m contents of [96m/valog[0m
[32m-rw-r--r-- 1 pihole pihole 188 Oct 25 04:32 /valog/pihole-FTL.log[0m [96m-----head of pihole-FTL.log------[0m [2020-10-25 00:07:30.396 704M] Resizing "/FTL-dns-cache" from 352256 to 356352 [2020-10-25 04:32:52.432 704M] Reloading DNS cache [2020-10-25 04:32:52.432 704M] Blocking status is enabled
[96m-----tail of pihole-FTL.log------[0m [2020-10-25 00:07:30.396 704M] Resizing "/FTL-dns-cache" from 352256 to 356352 [2020-10-25 04:32:52.432 704M] Reloading DNS cache [2020-10-25 04:32:52.432 704M] Blocking status is enabled
[95m*** [ DIAGNOSING ]:[0m contents of [96m/dev/shm[0m -rw------- 1 pihole pihole 323584 Oct 23 20:45 /dev/shm/FTL-clients -rw------- 1 pihole pihole 144 Oct 19 09:29 /dev/shm/FTL-counters -rw------- 1 pihole pihole 356352 Oct 25 00:07 /dev/shm/FTL-dns-cache -rw------- 1 pihole pihole 131072 Oct 21 07:26 /dev/shm/FTL-domains -rw------- 1 pihole pihole 28 Oct 25 02:59 /dev/shm/FTL-lock -rw------- 1 pihole pihole 77824 Oct 19 09:29 /dev/shm/FTL-overTime -rw------- 1 pihole pihole 4096 Oct 19 09:29 /dev/shm/FTL-per-client-regex -rw------- 1 pihole pihole 2293760 Oct 24 10:02 /dev/shm/FTL-queries -rw------- 1 pihole pihole 12 Oct 19 09:29 /dev/shm/FTL-settings -rw------- 1 pihole pihole 258048 Oct 24 20:52 /dev/shm/FTL-strings -rw------- 1 pihole pihole 20480 Oct 19 09:29 /dev/shm/FTL-upstreams
[95m*** [ DIAGNOSING ]:[0m Locale LANG=en_GB.UTF-8
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2020.10.25 05:47 ModeratorsOfArmenia Azerbaijan-Turkey war against Artsakh [Day 29]

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What is all this about? (updated Oct 24)
  • On Sept 27 Azerbaijan with direct involvement of Turkey using its Jihadist mercenaries from Syria and elsewhere launched a devastating war against the de facto Nagorno Karabakh Republic in an attempt to resolve the lingering Karabakh conflict using extreme and remorseless violence despite the existing peace process while rejecting UN's calls to stop fighting and also rejecting UN's appeal for a global ceasefire due to the pandemic.
  • Independent organisations have raised alarms of genocide (23 Oct), ethnic cleansing and a humanitarian catastrophe for the sieged indigenous Armenian population of Nagorno Karabakh.
  • Azerbaijan has intentionally violated international law by severely damaging 130 cities and villages including the capital of Nagorno Karabakh Stepanakert using aerial bombings, drone attacks, precision missiles, smerch, semi-ballistic strikes and artillery means as well as usage of cluster bombs against civilian settlements causing half of the Armenian civilians to be forced to leave and the remaining to live in underground shelters.
  • As of Oct 24 Azerbaijan's concerted destruction against the ethnic Armenian civilians of Nagorno Karabakh has resulted in 40 civilian killed, 120 wounded and 13100 civilian infrastructure destroyed, including homes, apartments, hospitals, schools, civilian vehicles as well as key civilian infrastructure vital to the survival of the civilian population. The destruction includes cultural heritage manifested by the bombing of a 19th century Armenian church.
  • As of Oct 24, Armenian KIA amount to a thousand, making it higher per capita than the KIA of the Vietnam War.
  • Neither the maxim of "there is no military solution to the conflict" always repeated by the US, France, EU, NATO, among others, nor all the calls for an unconditional ceasefire and resumption of negotiations made by the UN, EU, NATO, France, Russia and the US, among others, nor the two humanitarian ceasefires brokered by Russia and France which were summarily violated by Azerbaijan with backing from Turkey, have persuaded the latter to halt the violence.
  • As of Oct 24, after all the devastation, heavy destruction of armour of both sides, and over 6000 killed personnel of the Azerbaijan Armed Forces, Turkish-backed Jihadi mercenaries, and Turkish Armed Forces, as per the military leadership of Armenia, Azerbaijan is in control of some of the southern areas of the surrounding territories to the south and a small portion to the north east - all of them low lands.
What's up with Nagorno Karabakh?
  • Nagorno Karabakh has been an officially bordered self-governed autonomous region since 1923 which de facto became independent from the Soviet Union before Armenia and Azerbaijan gained their independence. Nagorno Karabakh has never been governed by the state of Azerbaijan and has never been under control of an independent Azerbaijan.
  • Nagorno Karabakh has had continuous majority indigenous Armenian presence since long before Azerbaijan became a state in 1918. Karabakh Armenians have their own culture, dialect, heritage and history going back millennia.
  • Nagorno Karabakh does not have the status of an occupied territory and it is not referred to as such by the international community, the UN, OSCE, third party experts, and all reputable international media. Nagorno Karabakh is considered by the international community as a break-away enclave where its Armenian indigenous population has agency with legal backing. Nagorno Karabakh Autonomous Oblast as was known during the USSR-era made several petitions to join Armenia, the last one backed by the European Parliament in 1988, culminating in an independence referendum.
  • The final status of Nagorno Karabakh is pending the UN-mandated OSCE settlement as also agreed to by Azerbaijan on the basis of the Helsinki Final Act of 1975 among other norms of international law. The UN-mandated OSCE led by the US, France and Russia, and backed by the UN, EU, NATO and Council of Europe, among others, non-optionally applies the principle of self-determination to Nagorno Karabakh.
  • There are four existing UN Security Council resolutions from 1993 which called for cease of hostilities and mandated the conflict to be settled under the OSCE framework, with the latter determining the final status of Nagorno Karabakh. These resolutions were triggered because of the capture of surrounding territories around Nagorno Karabakh by the Nagorno Karabakh forces during the final months of the Karabakh War in 1993. These resolutions do NOT recognise Nagorno Karabakh as occupied; do NOT demand withdrawals from Nagorno Karabakh; do NOT recognise Armenia as having occupied any territories; do NOT demand any withdrawals by Armenia from any territories - which is why there were no grounds for invoking Chapter VII either.
  • Same as above also applies to the only other existing non-binding 2008 UN General Assembly resolution which was rejected by the OSCE co-chairs (US, France and Russia) for attempting to bypass the UN-mandated OSCE framework to determine the final status of Nagorno Karabakh. The vast majority of UN member states abstained from voting in favour of this Azerbaijani-drafted unilateral resolution, and the vast majority of states which voted in favour were members of OIC and GUAM.
  • The ceasefire agreement of 1994 had three signatories: Armenia, Azerbaijan and Nagorno Karabakh.
  • This is an authoritative map of Nagorno Karabakh with the surrounding territories with original place names courtesy of Thomas de Waal.
  • The Crisis Group's Karabakh Conflict Visual Explainer has a detailed timeline of the conflict.
  • The constitution of the de facto republic states that Nagorno Karabakh Republic and Artsakh Republic are synonymous, while not laying claim on the surrounding territories.
Is there a peace plan?
Is there a neutral narrative of the conflict?
  • UK-based Conciliation Resources helped Armenian and Azerbaijani journalists to jointly produce a neutral documentary where everything you see and hear is agreed by both parties, watch it online here. Tom de Waal's Black Garden book is considered to be a comprehensive and balanced work on the conflict.
I do not live in Armenia, how can I help?
Disclaimer: Borders are fluid in 5th generation wars. Fog of war exists. Official news is not independent news. Some sources of information are of unknown origin, such as Telegram channels often used to report events by users. There are independent journalists from reputable international media in Nagorno Karabakh.
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2020.10.25 04:41 Megabyte_King How do I stop from catching feelings if I shouldn’t catch feelings. (Please help)

So I’m a freshman in college and don’t want a relationship but would love to have fun! I met this girl who feels the same way but just broke up w her bf of 2 years about a month ago. We get some action but aren’t dating and agree to keep it where it is.
The problem is I’m a very emotional person (also feels like they are being judged) and can notice the smallest details. We were planning on hanging out tonight but she canceled during the day after she went to her ex’s place for the first time since they broke up. Nothing wrong w that but she is now back over there. So she canceled our plans to be with him.
This isn’t 100% true Bc I only saw her location on Snapchat (I just casually check the map sometimes) and I think it’s his house. She COULD be hanging w some friends in the same apartment complex but it’s very unlikely.
I know I should “just enjoy it, no stress. You got time for feelings later”, but this really hurts if she did choose to go back to him. If they ARE doing stuff I would not be comfortable with her and me. This is been on my mind all night even though it shouldn’t and would really appreciate some advice.
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2020.10.25 03:28 james_manor There’s Something in Pine Cove (Part 2)

Hey everyone,
I wanted to post the follow up to my first post and let you know what all happened this past week.
I looked into the wendigo and revenant as suggested in the comments and those both sound remarkably similar to what my grandfather experienced.
Thanks for all the suggestions and help. Keep it coming!
Part 1
As I told you in the last post, the lawyer informed me that I stood to inherit my late grandfather’s house and land. I knew my entire life that I would inherit the property one day (my grandfather always made it a point to remind me), but I never thought it would happen so soon. In fact, I am inheriting the property at the exact same age as my grandfather when his grandmother mysteriously disappeared. Talk about your spooky coincidences.
The lawyer also informed me that I needed to visit his office in person to finalize my grandfather’s estate, so I packed up and began the journey back to Pine Cove. It was about a day and half of steady driving to reach Pine Cove. I stopped off the interstate to stay at a small hotel before branching off onto a smaller local highway to finish the journey the next day. After a few hours, I began to pass through the forest that surrounded and weaved through various parts of Pine Cove. At one point, I even passed by the dirt road that heads to the house, but had to continue on to get into town before noon.
When I finally parked in front of the lawyer’s office, I felt a bit of nervous anticipation. Part of me was excited to inherit the property, but another part of me felt uneasy. I thought back to my grandfather’s story from so long ago and shuddered. I wondered, for a moment, how my grandfather lived in that house for so many years after that incident. Regardless, I had to clear my mind and focus on the task at hand. I turned off the car and headed into the lawyer’s office.
The lawyer greeted me as soon as I walked in the door. There was no secretary or anything like that, just an empty front desk and an office in the back.
“Mr. Manor, I presume?” the lawyer asked.
“That’s me alright, but feel free to call me James.” I replied.
“James it is, then. I’ve been expecting you, right this way please.” The lawyer then led me to his office in the back. “Now I need to explain a few things to you, then all I need from you is your John Hancock on some documents. I should be able to get you out of here in just a few hours. How’s that sound?”
“That sounds pretty good. I’m glad this is all going so quickly. I expected it to take a lot longer.” I replied.
The lawyer laughed. “Well, it’s not every day that I get to manage the estate of someone so prepared. Your grandfather had everything taken care in the event of his death. In fact, you have absolutely no bill or loan that was not provisioned or accounted for ahead of time. In fact, he made most of the preparations as far back as 5 years ago.”
I shrugged, “My grandfather was always three steps ahead. He would have my entire summer trip to his house planned out months before I even arrived. He was also fiercely independent. I guess he didn’t want to be a burden on anyone, even after he died.”
“I can see that. Let’s get started then, so you can be on your way. I suppose first I should describe the exact property you’ll be inheriting. Obviously, you know the house that your grandfather occupied up until his death, but you should know that house sits on approximately seven acres of land, which is now also yours. There is also the other property your grandfather owned.“
“Other property?” I squinted my eyes in disbelief.
The lawyer replied with confidence, “Yes sir, your grandfather also owned a property near Bluebeard Swamp.”
“How come he never said anything about it?” I asked, wondering what in the world this place could be.
“It’s a fairly recent acquisition, perhaps he was going to tell you about it on an upcoming visit?” The lawyer was probably right. Perhaps this was what Grandfather wished to tell me before he died.
I just knew that I needed more information. “Of course, you’re probably right. Can you tell me a bit more about this property?” In lieu of my grandfather I hoped the lawyer knew something about it.
“It’s a rather old homestead actually. There used to be lots of houses out in the woods around where your house is now. Over time, people moved closer to the city and only your family home was left out there. Most of the houses have been left to rot, but your grandfather took a shine to one of them apparently. He bought this place just 6 months ago and the tiny plot of land leading up the edge of Bluebeard Swamp.” The lawyer reached back and grabbed some more papers. “Here’s the blueprint of the property, and a photo.” The lawyer spread both out on the table. I instantly recognized the photo as one my grandfather had sent me. “And here is the last thing you need to sign. After this, you’re free to go.”
I signed the last document, thanked the lawyer, and made my way back to my car. I thought to myself for a moment about what the lawyer had told me. Were there really so many properties sprinkled throughout the woods near the house? How had I never noticed them before? I figured that the librarian might have some leads for me to look at. After all, he worked closely with my grandfather for many years, so he must have been a valuable source of information. I tidied my stack of copied legal papers then headed to the library.
Pine Cove is not a particularly large town and its library is not a particularly large building. As a child, however, they never failed to have something that piqued my interest. They also kept lots of documents about the history of the town, of which my grandfather was intimately aware. On my way in I noticed that the library was in a bit of disrepair, more so than when I was young. I hoped the contents inside remained up to the same standard at least. After pushing through the doors, I walked over to the librarian’s desk at the head of the library.
Mr. Carl, as he always told me to call him, was a thin man with a bald top and glasses. He looked even more pale and thin than the last time I saw him. As soon as he saw me, he gave me a “Hello” and then took a moment to study my face. “Why, if it isn’t young Oliver. I never forget a face. Even one I haven’t seen in so many years. What brings you in today my boy? I’m so sorry for the loss of your grandfather, he was one of my best friends.”
“Thanks Mr. Carl. I thought I would stop by and ask you about something the lawyer just told me. He said that people used to live all around the area my grandfather’s house is in now and that they all eventually moved inward to the city. Is there some sort of map of the town when it was more spread out?”
“Yes, there are several maps actually, dating all the way back to the 18th century. We have a bit of a collection if you would like to look through them?” The old man knew his stuff, that was certain.
“That sounds amazing actually, can you show me?”
“Yes, right this way, just follow me to the archives. There’s a young lady back there too looking through some old newspapers.”
“A woman?” I asked.
“She came in a few weeks ago and started doing all sorts of research in town. Haven’t seen anyone so enthusiastic about it since your grandfather. You should go say hi before you start. Ah, here it is.” The old librarian grabbed a large spiral bound binder from a shelf. He placed it gently onto a nearby table. “Here’s all the maps we have on record dating as far back as 1790 during the first US census. Just let me know when you’re done. I’ll be here till closing time, right around 7pm.”
I stared at the large volume. “Thanks, Mr. Carl, this should be interesting.”
Mr. Carl pushed up his glasses and smiled. “I’ll leave you to it then.” He turned around and headed back to his desk, nodding at the woman as he passed her. I had almost forgotten about her. I decided to go say hey, both out of curiosity and because she looked really cute. “Hey” I said as I approached her table, “I’m James, I guess you’re new around here?”
“Hello, James, I’m Victoria. And yes I am. Just temporary though, I’m passing through for my research.” She replied in an English accent.
“What is your research exactly?” I asked.
“I do a blog and podcast about obscure true crime events from the past. I’m highlighting a lot of American true crime from the last few centuries and doing some research while traveling. I found a particularly grizzly one in this little town.” She brushed her hair off her face and smiled.
“Oh really, what was it? Honestly, I never really learned much about the history of this place.” In fact, I never even considered the fact that it had much of a history at all. It seemed so sleepy and forgotten.
“In 1900, right at the turn of the century, an older man murdered his daughter, her husband, and his grandchildren in the middle of the night.”
I looked at her with a shocked face. “Why in the world would he do that?” I asked.
“That’s not even the worst part of it. He not only murdered them, but he ate them. As in, he went full on cannibal. He didn’t even cook the meat, just ate them as they were. All the softest bits of flesh anyway. He did this in just a day or so. The weirdest part is, after they caught him, he seems to have gone missing. Just like vanished into thin air. No one ever saw him again.”
“That’s wild. I never knew anything that insane ever happened here.” I then told her about my grandfather and that I’d taken over the house just outside the city. I mentioned what the lawyer told me earlier and that I was interested in learning about how the shape of the city changed over its life. We agreed to meet up later in the week to discuss our results.
I studied the maps for several hours in great detail. To start with there was a small town built around the cove and dock, and a lot of smaller houses scattered around the woods. I see notes in the volume Mr. Carl gave me about a high number of fur trappers in the area. Around the mid 19th century, the number of occupied houses plummeted and the city grew to roughly the size it is now. I also noticed that Bluebeard Swamp and the surrounding woods weren’t as expansive in 1790 as they are around this time. In fact, the swamp actually grew in every map made since then. The property my grandfather recently acquired was one of the first houses on record in the town.
I got up from the table after I finished the most recent map. Victoria left about an hour earlier and I was the only one left in the research area of the library. It was about 10 minutes to closing time, but Mr. Carl was still sitting at his desk up front, waiting for 7. I told him I was all finished and thanked him. He told me to come back anytime, he’d like the company.
I finally made my way to my new home. It had been a year since I’d been there and I’d only ever driven myself there once, but it was easy to find. Just drive west on the highway until you come to a dirt road on the right. Take it and drive all the way down past Bluebeard Swamp and you’ll eventually arrive at the house.
The house looked to be in disrepair. My grandfather had only been dead a couple weeks, but it looked like he’d left the house disregarded for months. I walked slowly up to the front door, taking note of all the things I’d need to clean or repair later. The inside wasn’t quite as bad as the outside, but still needed a good cleaning. I headed upstairs and set my things down in the old room I always occupied during the summer. I intended to eat as soon as possible since I hadn’t since before I arrived in town and was starving. I headed downstairs to the kitchen.
The kitchen looked almost untouched. It was dusty, but didn’t look like anyone had prepared a meal there in quite some time. I sat down and started on the food I brought from town. While I was there, I stared at the wall where my grandfather had covered up the entrance to the old root cellar. I imagined living through the story my grandfather had told me and empathized with the decision to cover up the painful memory. All that remained was the dumb waiter chute that carried food back and forth from the basement. Grandfather had removed the actual dumb waiter and covered up the chute so no one would fall in.
My mind then focused on my grandfather’s research and how he never really told me anything about it. Now that I was owner of the house, I realized, I had full reign over all his journals that he kept in his office. I could finally know what he was doing all those years. After finishing my dinner, I walked over to the office to find the door shut like it always was when I was a kid. I inched it open and looked inside, half expecting to see my grandfather sitting in his chair as always. Of course, he wasn’t there, but I noticed the disarray the office was in. Papers were scattered everywhere, but in the center of his desk were the 5 journals that he had more or less formally documented his findings.
The journals were handwritten for the most part, with occasional articles and pictures taped in. My grandfather never did learn much about computers, but I think they would have helped him. Regardless, his handwriting was neat and his journals were impeccably labeled. Reading over 3 of them in the course of the entire evening, I summarized this information:
1660
Shortly after the town was founded, many of the original settlers went missing. None were ever seen or heard from again. Reports of missing livestock and provisions were also noted.
1730
This year featured what was known as The Blight of 1730. The blight consisted of outbreaks of both rabies and leprosy. People were described as incoherent, ravenous even. Many then were infected with oozing skin pustules and rapid skin decay.
1840
The mayor of the town vanished without a trace. He was known to be suffering from a bad case of tuberculosis and treatment had been unsuccessful. He did not mention any plans to travel, nor was a motive for murder or kidnapping ever established.
1900
The town had what they called The Storm of the Century. Shortly afterward, the same cannibal crime spree that Victoria told me about at the library occurred. The criminal was caught then mysteriously vanished from the city jail.
1930
Incredibly, the town had another incidence of the blight seen in 1730. Penicillin (a recent discovery at the time) was tried, but to no effect.
1960
This is the year my grandfather’s grandmother went missing. He noted this simply, “Grandmother dies?”. That concluded the third journal.
While reading through the journals I heard the house settling all around me. I was aware of every sound and creak. It was almost as though the house was alive and moving underneath me. I shook it off at the time, thinking it was just my nerves getting to me while reading the detailed accounts my grandfather filled his journals with. At some point, sitting in my grandfather’s comfortable reading chair, I nodded off, still tired from the long trip up here.
I awoke hours later with a stiff neck and sore back. I still held one of the journals in my lap, but when I looked upon the desk, I noticed that the last 2 journals were missing. I haven’t a clue what happened. The house is still locked up tight as I left it, and there were no signs of a break in. I will have to get to the bottom of this soon, though I was not in the mood for yet another mystery in this strange town.
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2020.10.25 02:59 MandyMod Fleshing Out Curse of Strahd: Vasili, Ireena, and The Shrine of the White Sun

Hello everyone! In my last post, I said that I'd be writing about Vampyr next. But I've realized that there are a few subjects I haven't covered in my series yet and I tend to get a number of questions about that missing content. So before finishing up Fleshing Out, I want to go ahead and fill in the blanks. Is this just a way for me to avoid saying goodbye to this series? Mayyybeeee. XD But I also don't want to leave you guys hanging. So instead of Vampyr, you guys get my take on Vasili and Ireena. Enjoy!
**** Master Table of Contents **** - Click here for links to every post in the series
Prepping the Adventure
Death House
The Village of Barovia
- Vasili, Ireena, and The Shrine of the White Sun
Tser Pool, Vistani, and Tarroka
Old Bonegrinder
Vallaki
The Fanes of Barovia
The Winery
Yester Hill
Van Richten's Tower (and Ezmerelda)
Kresk
The Abbey of St. Markovia
Argynvostholt
Berez
Running Werewolves and Lycanthropes
The Amber Temple
Castle Ravenloft

Vasili von Holtz

Vasili von Holtz is the alter ego that Strahd uses when he doesn't want to be recognized. Vasili is only mentioned a grand total of three times in the module: once in the Coffin Maker's Shop, once in Watcherhaus, and once in the appendix in reference to the Abbot. Each of these name drops is quite small, so if you missed the references it's not terribly surprising.
Like many things in Ravenloft lore, Vasili's character has been recently expanded on by the subreddit and other sources to become more prominent in the campaign. And until this point, I haven't written about him at all. So, to alleviate the questions I get about him, I'll go ahead and give you my thoughts.

The Shrine of the White Sun

Ireena

Ireena's Endings

As written, there are three endings that you can expect for Ireena. Only one is mildly acceptable.
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I hope that all helps answer any questions you have regarding Vasili, Ireena, and the pool! As I mentioned in the very beginning, I'm trying to fill in any gaps I've left in my Fleshing Out series before finishing it. If there are any subjects you think I've missed, feel free to suggest them!
- Mandy
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2020.10.25 00:59 molohanpo 4v4 is causing Quitters and Your Dissatisfaction.

I will write this only once and hopefully in doing so will garner enough attention to have a game developer see it and respond.
Most of the discussion regarding why this game is “4v4” on this sub could be categorized by baseless opinion. There are very important effects of having 4-a-side as opposed to 5 or 6 a-side, that go beyond “fun” or “tactical”. One of these effects, is the effect of increased AFK/Quitters, and increased dissatisfaction amongst the remaining team members who have to deal with the AFK/Quitter.
When you have 4 a-side, the weight to win distribution is ¼ each payer. Each player, generally, accounts for 25% of team performance. When one of these four players leave, the team continues to operate at 75% and almost always loses, or decides to equally or unequally distribute the excess 25% between the three remaining players. Regardless of what choices these players make, a substantial burden is presented that makes the game unplayable. How does a 5v5 or 6v6 help to resolve this? When you have five a side, the weight to win distribution is now 20%. If a player AFK’s/Quits, only 20% of team performance is lost, and now can be distributed amongst FOUR other players. This makes the burden of an AFK/Quitter much easier to deal with. Which means players will be less dissatisfied/annoyed.
Now lets look at the AFK/Quitter, because this is, although inevitable in all games, the real problem. Is it possible that the game merely being a 4v4 is enough to encourage people to AFK/Quit, yes. Ok, so first lets consider the main reason a player decides to AFK/Quit -recurringly, because this is the problem, no one cares about people who are getting into their first game and quitting and never playing again, it’s a short term problem that solves itself once the game establishes itself – so back to these recurring quitters, why do they do it? They didn’t get their preferred rogue pick They aren’t having fun/losing/have decided they cant carry
This is fine, happens to everyone, this isn’t a post bashing AFK’ers. But the real concern is why do the above two points encourage players to AFK/Quit. It does not necessarily, but when the player accounts for a large performance, or weight to win, of the team (25%), there’s inherently a greater burden to perform. When the player is performing at this greater burden, and yet he finds he can’t win, hes going to be further encouraged to quit. Likewise, when the player does not get his first rogue pick, hes not going to play at a sufficient level that accounts for 25% contribution to team performance. Maybe, he’ll play to contribute 10%, or 15%, or 20%, but evidently not 25%. Why would he? Why would he try hard, since that is what is needed to win when you’re responsible for ¼ of the game outcome, when you can just afk. Ultimately, if this individual accounted less for team performance, he may very well be contempt playing casually on autopilot while still winning/ feeling adequate. When he accounts for an incredible degree of the teams performance, the AFK/Quitter will come to the conclusion he/she cannot fulfilll its obligation to carry 25% and just AFK/Quit.
Ofcourse you can take the flip side, and say that accounting for a larger percent of team performance will motivate you to perform well and perhaps not AFK, but in the case of an AFK/Quitter, the odds are already stacked against them, and this is why we’re talking about them in the first place. They’re already primed to underperform, because they perceive the game is unwinnable, or they’re simply not as interested in playing the rogue that isn’t their first choice.
The ultimate consideration now is, can we increase players a side, without running the nature/style of the game. Absolutely? To date I haven’t played a shooter, first nor third, with 4-a-side, I think for obvious reasons as stated above. Additionally, the maps are large enough to easily accommodate (5v5,6v6), made evident by the fact that flanking is so god damn easy to do. The rogues are simplistic in that 5 or 6 a side wont cause any synergetic/tactical confusion.
The only people adamant on 4v4 are those who have never played third person shooters in a non battle royale fasion. They’re enjoying their new experience of this game, which is good, but does not somehow negate that it could be SO MUCH BETTER, with 5v5. 4v4 creates problems with AFKS, it makes the game feel incomplete, hollow and boring. I have no clue why there’s been no real indication that this is a top priority for Rogue Company. I’ve said it before and Ill say it again, if this game sticks to 4v4 exclusively, I wont be playing for long, nor will many others. As much as you try to implement methods for anti afking, it’s always going to hit hard and infuriate in a 4v4 game.
Good luck.
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2020.10.24 23:41 busybusinessperson [Hiring] UI/UX Designer

We are looking for a dynamic UI/UX Designer who will be responsible for the user experience (UX) and user interface (UI) design of our clients’ various digital assets. You will ensure that all elements of the online user experience are optimized for improved usability, usefulness, and exceptional visual design. The successful candidate will evidence a passion for delivering adaptive and creative solutions to UI/UX design problems by staying up to date with best practices and emerging trends in user experience design and user interface technology.
DracoVisuals is a growing software company that thrives on building beautiful applications from back- to front-end. Our goal for each client is to create systems and products to maximize their company’s efficiency and revenue. The individual(s) filling this position should feel passionately about providing this to clients and understand the importance of phenomenal design and development to companies’ success.
Job Responsibilities:
• Investigating user experience design requirements for our suite of digital assets.
• Developing and conceptualizing a comprehensive UI/UX design strategy for the brand.
• Producing high quality UX design solutions through wireframes, visual and graphic designs, flow diagrams, storyboards, site maps, and prototypes.
• Designing UI elements and tools such as navigation menus, search boxes, tabs, and widgets for our digital assets.
• Testing UI elements such as CTAs, banners, page layouts, page designs, page flows, and target links for landing pages.
• Collaborating with the marketing team, and internal and external designers to ensure the creation and delivery of tailored experiences for the digital user.
• Providing advice and guidance on the implementation of UX research methodologies and testing activities in order to analyze and predict user behavior.
• Adhering to style standards on typography and graphic design.
Work Hours & Benefits
Your hours are entirely flexible! Our team is generally available all week but primarily Monday-Friday. We are happy to communicate and if there is a lapse in your availability for whatever reason, just let us know as soon as possible and we will make arrangements to accommodate your needs.
This initial position is a contract position at a rate of $25/hr (negotiable), for now; however, we are hoping to transition the right person to a full-time with-benefits position once we’ve determined the candidate is a good company fit (ideally around January).
We appreciate a laid-back and friendly atmosphere while also getting things done efficiently. Our number one goal is to build systems to help transform our clients’ businesses, and this should be prevalent in all work we output. We communicate internally via Slack, share updates and documents in Asana and Google Drive to keep everyone on the same page.

UI/UX Designer Qualifications/Skills:
• A Bachelor's degree and/or 2 years’ UI/UX design experience for digital products or services preferred.
• A portfolio of professional UI/UX design work for both web and mobile platforms.
• Working knowledge of the following technologies and software: Figma, Adobe Creative Suite, HTML, CSS (SCSS), iOS, Android, Design Systems.
• A team player but can work independently too.
• Excellent written and verbal communication skills.
• Multi-tasking and time-management skills, with the ability to prioritize tasks.
Please reach out with your portfolio if interested!
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2020.10.24 20:00 Gorynch 1v1 Tournament: Medieval: Group B: Round 28

Group B: Round 28

Story

You’ve been feeling it for weeks.
This pull…
Something was drawing you in.
You followed this energy to a small village in the middle of nowhere. A land that time forgot.
You hear about some recently unearthed ruins, dating back to a time of kings and knights.
The energy was stronger there.
You won the Crown Game.
But only one person can claim the crown.
Fight to claim the power of the crown.

Fighters

Hamon Marteau u/BestOnixEver
Vs.
Hope Brinkmann u/ToyFalcon

The Arena

Medieval Cornfield

Who Would Win?

Vote here

The Bracket

Bracket
Next Fight
Group B:
Brock u/Horcruxia vs. (winner of this round)

Which map do you choose?

King of the Hill
Grave Mistakes
Medieval twin towers
Divine Wind
Vote here
FAQ
How do I join this tournament? Sign-up for this tournament is currently closed. But the next sign-up thread will be posted sometime after this tournament has ended.
What even is this tournament thing? This is a tournament where we create fighters/OCs and then make them fight. Each round two fighters are placed inside a map and the community analyzes each fighters skills, equipment, abilities, how well they adapt to the map and how they interact with their opponent by making a comment in the post.
How long is each round? I will usually make each round about 4 days long. However, I will make it shorter if I feel like if there isn’t a lot of discussion going on and nothing is going on. I will also post a warning before each round ends (usually around 24 hours before I intend to end the round.)
How are you today? I’m fine. Thanks for asking :)
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2020.10.24 19:00 wil KTLA has an interactive map of in-person voting centers, including times and dates they are open, for anyone who wants to cast their ballot early.

KTLA has an interactive map of in-person voting centers, including times and dates they are open, for anyone who wants to cast their ballot early. submitted by wil to LosAngeles [link] [comments]


2020.10.24 18:25 CircadianWrites Surov's wild ride into the apocalypse broke me...

This game.
This fucking game.
And I do mean game, not mod. I don't play HOIIV, I play TNO. This game broke me. I got through Funni Clock Man with most of my sanity this side of midnight. But this Surov run...
It wasn't even anything I did. I just wanted to play Funni NazBol man and the playthrough was enjoyable enough, with just the right touch of "let's unite the proletariat of Russia" mixed with "And kill all the subhuman scum!" to keep me from getting too complacent. The economic bonuses were pretty dope though.
It all started just after I reunified Western Russia. I just got done snaking around enemy lines with my 3 inf trash divisions, Bormann was vöring the last bits of Goering, everything as you would expect.
Then I got a message.
The Italian Empire has joined the Organization of Free Nations.
Wait, what?
Yes, in the grand old Italian tradition they once again switched sides. Now with the benefit of hindsight this was of course a monumental shift in global politics, sure to herald great and terrible change, but I was busy readying my shovel to cave Yazov's face in so I just ignored it. The game went on with nothing much of note happening, I was doing my focuses, building my legions of 7/2's, all good so far. That all changed when The Event happened. I was just starting my conquest of Omsk, having declared on them as they tried to conquer the Southern Urals. Then for some reason my game froze.
Huh. German civil war was long over by this point. Is Mittelafrika exploding? No wait wrong mod, It's Huttig's burgsys hellscape here. Nope, not it either.
Then The Event Popped up.
The großgermanisches Reich has declared war on the Italian Empire.
World War Three had begun.
No. Noooo, this can't be happening right now. I just got done with several hours of warlord slog. It can't just disappear in a blaze of nuclear fire. I didn't even see a single shrimp boat! COME ON, FUCKING G*RMS. FUCKING PASTA SNIFFERS! MY TIME IS VALUABLE! YOUR LIVES AREN'T! JUST YOU WAIT, IMMA GO FULL ON S7VEN GREED DEATH ON YOUR MEDITERRANEAN ASSES. AND YOU BORMANN, I'LL MAKE YOU MY PERSONAL SECRETARY! Ok, calm, we can work this out. What do you guys need to stop fighting? Guns, I got guns. Food, cars, computers? Just let me know and I'll get it for you. This is just unfair, not even the shrimp meme? Stupid game. Welp, guess it's back to election day in Komi. AGAIN. Fine, you know what, I've never seen the nuclear war super event. This will be a new experience. And now I know Italy can join the OFN. That's nice I guess.
So I just kept playing. Capitulated Omsk pretty quick since they had almost no divisions. Southern Urals, check. Got that squared away before we all die, I guess. But then the strangest thing happened. Nothing. The war war was going on, I could see that. But no nukes. So I kept going through my focus tree, balancing the left and right factions of my ideological abomination and keeping an eye on the war. Late 1969 the Italian Empire was on the brink of collapse and I thought "Aha, here we go. Italy capitulates, then the nukes start flying."
Italy capitulated. No nukes.
It was then that I was struck down by that most horrible of human afflictions. They say that there is no hope under the Black Sun. This is true, I've seen it during my Taboritsky playthrough. There is, however, a sense of calm that comes with having no hope. This is it, you've reached rock bottom. But as long as you have hope, you always have further down to fall.
So I hoped that maybe I could finish this game after all. Even as the remnants of the Italian Empire entrenched themselves in Africa I kept hoping. When the Balkans fell to the Germans I kept on hoping. As the USA capitulated Reichskommissariat Niederlande for the hundredth time, over a million of their dead covering the beaches, I kept hoping.
Here we go. 1 january 1971. I can do this. My armies are ready. All super divisions of the most elite infantry carrying the most up-to-date weapons I could get. Armor divisions with almost a thousand soft attack. My final enemy: the Siberian Free Territory. Seems oddly poetic: NazBols vs. Anarchists. Declaration of war. Armor divisions surge forward, barely noticing the feeble attempts to stop them. The blood of anarch filth will dye the lands of Siberia a deep crimson. Forward for Ordosocialism. Capital captured, capitulation close. So close. 80 percent towards capitulation. 90.
Hope is a funny thing. As long as you have hope, you always have further down to fall. It didn't register at first, the event that popped up. Some strange mushroom cloud. Hey, maybe it's friendly. But wait, shouldn't Burgundy already have nukes? Getting slow there, Himmy-chan. Maybe this is one of tho-
Italy. It was Italy. Italy got nukes.
I clicked the event away and for the third time my game froze. But this time I knew. I knew what was in store for me. Except I didn't. I did not.
A message to anyone reading this that hasn't yet seen the thermonuclear war super event: Don't look it up. Let it happen.
I can honestly say this was one of the most profound moments I've ever experienced in gaming. The sounds when you see that pop-up. Watching the whole world go dark, one province at a time. Almost there... I was almost there. I HAD IT. I HAD VICTORY IN. MY. HAND. But now it's all gone. Staring at the blank map for a while I was just about to close the game when i got an event. Then another one. And another. Each better written than the last. I made a special save, so I can come back here, watch the empty world and read the events. I'm taking a break from TNO for a while, let this sink in for a bit. Old World Blues just got updated.
One last thing to be done:
Load game
Save 5
Tilde
tdebug
Annex KHA
Re-Unify the Motherland.
The Triumph of Ordosocialism indeed...
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