Siren head

Harrison combed through his silky hair with his patented congealed urine goo. The aroma was scintillating. Vroooom! Screech! A big monster truck pulled up right next to his front door shooting dirt and mud up everywhere all over his trailer house.
"All aboard! Motha trucka!" shouted his friend, Teddy. Harrison kicked the combination cardboard plywood door off the front of his trailer house, breaking one hinge off some moldy wood while the upper hinge hung from some twisted duct tape up top.
Screeeeech! The monster struck spun out on Harrison's front lawn, kicking up more debris onto the side of the house. His dad had a busted window half open and a piece of dog shit came flying through and landed in his mouth while he was sleeping with his mouth open. Pa coughed a couple times and ground his teeth as he gagged it down and continued with his afternoon slumber. Pa would wake up later in the evening to go bar and strip club hopping with his buddies.
As the monster truck sped off, several police cars emerged and turned on their sirens and lights. Teddy flipped off the cops and kept driving. Prom was starting in 2 hours and he didn't want to be late.
Thirty minutes later Teddy pulled up to his girlfriend's house. Teddy and Harrison both got out and after a gunfight with the police, headed to the front door. They rang it and out came Julia and her mom. Teddy gave Julia a big kiss and Harrison gave Julia's mom a big kiss. Harrison had just turned 19 so he thought it best to start dating older women with more life experience.
The lot piled into the monster truck. They had Fred, Julia's dad, man an anti-aircraft gun mounted in the back because they figured the police would probably send a helicopter next, as usual.
They went cruising down the highway mostly unabused by cops to their surprise. They pulled up to a McDonald's and ordered a lot of food. They ate the food and they all got sick and died cuz it was laced with ricin poisoning.
See, Walter White had been hired by the gub'ment to deal with these crooks. They struck a deal to let him off drug charges if he would just be a secret agent for them instead. He was an excellent one!
THE END.

As the Queen of mages stepped into the throne room, a clear face of fury was across it “WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE DRAGONS ESCAPED!” she screamed as she entered the room the priestess who stood next to the seemingly endless stairs that sat in the middle of the room her face was calm she had light-reddish brown hair and she wore a gorgeous teal dress decorated with sacred pearls and golden thread from time to time a golden tiara that was more like a headband around her head feathers decorated it the tilted crown as if it was a reef of gold. “It seems the phoenix warrior assassination failed to full fruition” she muttered her voice more in a dream like trance than being physically in the room the Queen growled in rage, “Are you saying the aqualina magic coven head failed to kill him!” she asked her fury extending the ancient laws that the Soul coven possessed suddenly the dream walker cleared her throat “your highness as your high priestess I understand that this failed attack only brought 3 years of peace but it maybe a possibility that it was a copycat due to the fact he didn’t result into setting his sword or bow ablaze like other encounters and Lady Siren confirmed his passing herself” She advised this seemed to wear down some of the queen’s fury, the priestess did make a excellent point, but still the announcement of his death spreaded across the lands with that a peace treaty was signed for respect for his legacy. Suddenly 2 guards dragging a old frail woman into the room “my lady, your child has escaped” one exclaimed as the old lady sat their in rags instead of important garments, I walked up to my throne and sat down resting against the back of the chair “Selena of the Dream'walkers, you have committed crimes against us. But I’m in a generous mood, so tell us where your grandchild is and we’ll release you” she commanded, the old hag looked up at her before looking at her daughter, “I am truly ashamed of what this kingdom has become, Queen Methis descendant of the Goddess Saya and Jacob of the fire and fate coven. Your fate had been set in stone before your birth, and my dear daughter I remember the day you were born, blessed with the powers greater than the past oracles and dreamwalkers combined…you were meant to help the Phoenix not to kill him, so kill me if you want I’ll take the secret of her location to my grave." She declared truly that this woman was not afraid of death even in her old age. Suddenly the priestess spoke up, “Mother, my job is to protect my people not to help one being. My loyalty is to my Queen not to some prophecy.” she declared, I took a moment “Lock her up. Let’s give her some time.” the Queen declared with a menacing look the two guards nodded and dragged the woman off the priestess turned to face the woman, she was obviously trying to hold back tears, “Oh, Elian. Your mother is old and her mind is clouded” she comforted the Priestess nodded it was true her mother’s mind was clouded but she was no fool “Wish for me to send out a ‘auctioneer party’ to Ceara again?'' The girl asked, (this wasn’t me… this isn’t who I am! A small voice whispered “THAT’S NOT ME” the voice cried) her voice now timid. The Queen nodded “Make sure that these ones are equipped with weapons in case he comes with his little friend” she commanded, the priestess nodded and walked off in a sad and solemn mood. The Queen rose and walked out through the empty halls of her castle, the Phoenix and dragon from the last auction were bought but the spy said the person signed the document with the alias ‘pheo livton’ and when he went to check to see if anyone had that name, he discovered it was so. So now only one question remained ‘where is the phoenix, and was he alive? And if so how?’. When the woman arrived on the balcony, she sighed he’ll show himself eventually, and when that happens I’ll be ready besides the man was smart yes but he’ll know time will catch up to him. The woman looked out upon her kingdom, thinking of her next move. Though this was no queen…this woman was in a way a doll, a vessel... not fully in control. Only her thoughts were in her thoughts, and only that.
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Note:
Until the release of the new series I will be giving updates to the original, for the fact I can't have you all be left on a cliff hanger, I will be posting 2 more chapters today.
Have a good day, biscuits!

Edit: edit: Jesus christ its 4 hours long. I enjoyed it tho, kind of a neat little ridearooski or whatever. Originally posted in the bipolar subreddit. Man I know a lot of kpop songs. Make sure and use the YouTube app if you're on mobile, when it was pulling up in browser the subtitles weren't working. Not all of them have subtitles. Enjoy the music.
Don't read ahead, don't watch ahead, just go down the path, or turn back now. It doesn't matter either way, you can stop at any point. I made a playlist with my bipolar ass... I'm not sure how long it is or I'd warn you, i wanna say around 3 hours, it's all music. I'm gonna post it here, and then start it and see how long it takes to get thru the whole thing. Then I'll update the beginning. Have fun, wear headphones to have the same experience that I had. <3
Instructions: next paragraph to be read after preceeding song, but, honestly, I don't know why I even bothered trying to make a note about something because all anybodies going to get out of this post is extreme mental illness, but like, it might make you feel something, i dunno. Sorry you guys, I'm chill. Have a good one, homies. Listen to some music if youre bored. It's just my sillyhead mind on full display. I wanted to play Danny Brown so many times, that just wasn't what the story was about this time. Yall stay safe. Lemme know if you need anything. Take your meds. ✌️🤙
(This is going to be long but its all optional) What's up homies! I'm diagnosed as Bipolar 1. It was funny, like, in highschool, so like 2008 - 2012, anyways, I knew that the rock band Avenged Sevenfold were angels. The lead singer is Gabriel, and the other guys are other Archangels, that's why they do the naming scheme that they do, Johnny Christ, Snynsyter Gates, M Shadows, ect, because they're some ancient dorks and that's the kind of nerd trash we like to pull. So I forgot about that because I pushed it away because like, um, hello, not a moron.
Then a couple years go by, I'm on psychedelics at my friend's house. Long story short, I have a conversation with Gabriel, I give them a song, I tell them to put a Mexican restaurant song on their album if the conversation is real, and I left it at that. So a couple of months go by, their new album comes out. The song that I gave to the voice on the trip is on the album, here, I'll link it to you. It's this one. https://youtu.be/5N-tTKERxj8
So I like wrote it about myself and what I needed to do and stuff... like it was a message to me. And avenged sevenfold, they've got a ton of angel imagery in all of their stuff, I mean their symbol, the deathbat, which is a skull with wings. Then there's their music, I'll link some of the more obvious stuff.
https://youtu.be/7bDg7n-chhU << Exhibit A https://youtu.be/HIRNdveLnJI << get it? https://youtu.be/94bGzWyHbu0 << I mean watch this video.
That's all I'll show you of a7x... look into them though, if you're in any way curious. I could be way off the mark, but that's what happened... it is what it is. I'm not worried about it, you shouldn't be either. But like, that's my band. Those are my bros. Or, you know, I have something. But I don't live my life like I'm sick: I live my life like I'm going to change yours. Because that's what I do.
So like... haha, this is gonna be hilarious. So you guys know all about receiving messages in songs type of deal.... me and Red Velvet and Everglow have been doing that since like... I dunno... 2014? Whenever everglow came out... but, basically, Red Velvet are uh... my girlfriends, back home, and they all came down with me to be my message system to wake me up. Because I got woken up, I remembered who I was in 2016. After that, it's just been messages in Kpop songs keeping me afloat. I'll show you. So Red Velvet has been sending me messages for a long time. Here's probably one of the most impactful ones. Remember, from your perspective, you're Archangel Michael, and you've planned all of this. You've put these people where they needed to be. You've designed the whole set. So to receive the messages is no big deal, right? So here, check it. I'm actually gonna watch this one with you guys, because it always hypes me up. https://youtu.be/c9RzZpV460k
Ok, so, maybe you can see a little bit why I'm at least getting screwed with a little bit, you see the lyrics? It's like they're talking straight to me man. And its like, kpop has been nudging me along, no matter what mood I'm in in reality or whatever place I'm at, the right song always comes out at the right time. For instance I was struggling with myself on whether or not I was going to move forward with any of this. This is my choice, I'm not suffering from a maladiction. I can choose to tell people or not tell people, I choose to share, I want connection. So anyways, look at this one, it was exactly what i needed to hear: https://youtu.be/JUJ3Pq74H4c
I know, I know... kpop girls aren't telling me to come pick them up. They are driving me to do something, though, however small that ever may be. And there's this thing I've always done to show people that I'm an angel without actually telling them. I put my thumbs together and spread my hands out, it's like code. And remember, these are all coming out at specific times. Watch this one, look at all the symbolism: https://youtu.be/R9At2ICm4LQ.
Man, I don't even know what to play after that one. Thats pretty much it you guys, that's basically all I wanted to show you, everything else is just going to be extra. It's all a complete waste of time anyways. I'll show you some more... let's see, there's other bands. There's Everglow. Like how it works is, we get everything ready in Heaven (we've got time), and then we like funnel everything to the earth to be put in when and where we will it to. Angels are like mega consciousness, we write scripts and, whatever, you're not going to believe me anyways. Let's see.
https://youtu.be/Z3RA7bi5FUM << fantastic song, really great message. I just don't think everglow is talking about themselves here. I know, I know, this is High Octane Narcicism if it's ever existed... if I'm such a narcicist then why are you such a sweet lil puppy dog huh, I could just numnumnum, oh why yes I could, I could just numnumnum all on those wittwe toesies, oh yes I could. Alright, one more everglow and we'll move on. Everglows a pirate, you say? Hmmm, what could that be code for... https://youtu.be/-2X-pL06628
I get it... but at least you guys aren't gonna judge me for it, because you guys can relate, right? Don't yall have stuff like this in your own lives? Anyways, there's one line in particular in this aespa song that gets me... see if you can figure out which one is the one messing with my head https://youtu.be/WPdWvnAAurg
Because like... I lost my memories and... it's whatever. Let's wrap back around to another Red Velvet video. You know how like, it's scripted? And like, I'm controlling the page? Well check out the symbolism and more obvious stuff in this next one... maybe you won't see it... it's obvious to me, but, well, you know 🤪 https://youtu.be/XGdbaEDVWp0
There's just... I dont know what to play next... that's really it, basically. I know it's dumb, but, I mean, I'm undettered, you know? Like I don't mind being classified as mentally ill, it's fine. I can still work something out. Let's see... dang feel my rhythm.... see they're all timed.... I'm like a sleeper agent haha and they had to wake me up but... it's stupid, I know.
https://youtu.be/xGr53sCo62c << this ones just a phenomenal song
Here's another one, straight up about God. Is Red Velvet a Christian band? I thought they were just general pop. https://youtu.be/YBnGBb1wg98
You cant take it away from me. I'm stronger now than I was when I didn't know. I fell for anything. Now I know which side I'm on. I don't listen to human beings about reality bro... I dont care how many degrees you've got. I'm God's Son, what are you going to do about it? I'm mentally ill? No I'm not. What else? I'm a narcicist? I love you, what else you got. I'm a troll? Go ahead.
My point is, I'm as mentally ill as you want me to be. If you want another patient... another sad case to be kept away, here I am. If you want me to do what I'm supposed to do, and free the earth, then I'll do that instead. You all are my guests, please, do whatever you wish with me. Let's see, what else should we play. Should I go? I guess I'll just show you guys some more cool songs while I'm here. This next ones a bop, I'm gonna listen to it too. I've been watching all the kpop vids with you.
Check this one out https://youtu.be/I3dezFzsNss
This one goes hard https://youtu.be/7OSSI5hgQVok
What about this one, you guys like adtr? https://youtu.be/Pn-6eOxnEMI
Yo you guys wanna listen to some Capitol Records while I'm gone? Me and my mom are going thrifting for chic new straight jackets. https://youtu.be/6CtVIHbi6bE
This ones awesome https://youtu.be/wapOqjQ4r_M
This ones super dope for those of us that have been in and out of the mental hospital, man, it sucks, they never have a guitar, I get crazier while I'm in there haha my guitar is like water to me, if I don't have access to it I'm like, gosh, like I can go on vacation or whatever it's just... I'm designed to play the guitar, you know what I mean? Here https://youtu.be/94bGzWyHbu0
https://youtu.be/7bDg7n-chhU << absolute classic.
Yo https://youtu.be/WumCI56iYUk
https://youtu.be/DWaB4PXCwFU
https://youtu.be/IHS3qJdxefY they really do be some boiz
This ones super cool, I love a7x they've always been my favorite band https://youtu.be/iJ-WsnaYDCg Tonight or Crime Stoppers: local lunatic "je" finally imprisoned today after, what some are calling, the funniest whoopee cushion prank gone SEXUAAL that we've ever seen. It was a fail but my God, the agility on that panda bear.
https://youtu.be/Z5NoQg8LdDk << these guys are so cool
Yo this ones hard too https://youtu.be/i7UkKEEGgAQ
This one goes hard https://youtu.be/wLdlw46Ru9I
https://youtu.be/lCPwR7R4hlA yuhhh it stayin hard bro, love chillin with yall
Have we already listened to ptv? I know we haven't heard this song yet https://youtu.be/icXUkIfZxyg
Sleeping with sirens is a cool band too, that's one of, that's the other guys band or whatever. They're not both in one band. https://youtu.be/_UwWYtLWEZg
This ones short but it's kind of cool https://youtu.be/xIQfK2fRNAg
Oh this one too https://youtu.be/yd4xjiRRVrI
https://youtu.be/nDcD62i0MpI
https://youtu.be/36stRPPIy2w this ones cool
https://youtu.be/bQ1yhsYr-hg interesting
This is terrifying, but in like, a good guys kind of way https://youtu.be/21dNBtcDzUg
https://youtu.be/4-NHVWecj2U
Yooooo fr tho like whaaaaat like no way dude https://youtu.be/Os_heh8vPfs
Yoooo this one you guys https://youtu.be/iTgcp1oDk2M
This one dude https://youtu.be/DcLfutPGouk
This one is also fire my dudes, you guys don't have to stay for these, I'm just playing music https://youtu.be/XA2YEHn-A8Q
This was one of their firsts https://youtu.be/0rtV5esQT6I
This ones pretty new, it's got a good beat https://youtu.be/vPwaXytZcgI
I haven't heard this one a ton of times, but nayeon is so cool https://youtu.be/f6YDKF0LVWw
https://youtu.be/rRgTMs_bGuI haha this ones so weird, like what are they even talking about?
I just wanna listen to this one one more time, then imma head out. I should probably be doing something with my day instead of posting random videos on like, random subreddits. But I guess this one isn't random, because I have bipolar too. Well, bipolar 1, too. Bipolar 1, as well. Also. I, you and i; gosh man, you guys should see me, I'm always swinging for the fences. Can't; in a crowd dude, my gosh bro, you wouldn't believe the carnage. Like upset me, you know what I mean? Like see what happens. Rrrrrgghh...... rrrrRRRRRGGHHHHH RADLEBLARABLEDABLABLE ... oh, right, alright, peace homies. Hope we all get feeling better soon. https://youtu.be/R9At2ICm4LQ
Ok I guess there's time for at least one more, https://youtu.be/QRN12TaTFlU is sooo cute.
I haven't actually heard this one many times, let's check it out, she's cute https://youtu.be/ShGVCembq70
This is another I haven't heard a whole lot of, I'm just going off recommended vids for a lot of these. https://youtu.be/SVgkNW2cENQ
How did I forget about this one, this one, mm, dude, this ones got like pop you know what I mean like, they bop it they're not crunching it like do you know what im saying? Like the whole thing is like a ring tone you know what I mean? https://youtu.be/EkSOOiMDGiY
Yo you guyssssss girls generation man, you guys wanna go on a girls generation run? 서녀시대 you know what my 글s are? Face it 남자, you're dead in 이믈을. You're going 아래 and face it, 퉁퉁해수퍼맨, https://youtu.be/F4-SxcCO5d0
https://youtu.be/Z6FPJOgfCkc
Oo first few seconds of this one are a vibe, yall check this one out with me https://youtu.be/zvBNoSjlKG0
Dang, that was honestly really pretty. Ok, here's one more. https://youtu.be/0xdB_vo4r2c this ones so pretty have you guys heard this one?
I've honestly never heard this one before, let's see if it's cool https://youtu.be/eNmL4JiGxZQ
Man, turns out it was a total bop. Well guys I guess that wraps things up for me. If you stayed for any of the music I hope you had a good time, I don't really have anybody to DJ for so I thought maybe fellow bipolars would be able to relate to some of these songs. Anyways i hope all you guys have a massively tubular dube tube, my dude form, whoa man, get nebulous on it my waveform, hawhoa, my guy is riding the wave my dude, ahwha, my dude, he is hitting only the gnarest of half bowl wave cuts my energy saw. I should go. Uhhh I guess I'll go see Hannah and nova, I can work on the homework that I missed later tonight. Sure is rough running 3 jobs you guys; server, student, and speaker for bipolar awareness. I honestly can't think of a more noble cause. Huh. Yeah so 🫱🤌🤙👌🫷👌🤏✌️👇👅👅🧠🧠🧠🫀🫀🫀🫁🫁🫁🦷🦴👀👁🫃😇👽🙈🙉🤖🤖👾👾💫💥💢💯🖤🗯💨🕳🧡🧡🧡🩷❤️💜🩵💙🩵💜🩵💙💙💚💛💚💙🩵💙💚💙🩵💜🩵💙💜🩵💙💚🩵💜💙💚💚 peaceee, yall stay lazy.
https://youtu.be/Qpf26PtBXgo
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Hush, Hush, My Juliet
Sophie was always worried about her unwavering feeling of being watched by something sinister lurking beneath the veneer of her normal life. Sophie soon started acting distant, and complained to her family about an unshakable feeling that she was being watched. Most of the family brushed her off, but her brother was the only one who took her seriously. At first, her paranoia was subtle. She reported a flicker of movement caught in the corner of her eye, a shadowy figure disappearing behind the trees. But as the days went by, Sophie's unease grew, and the stalker's presence became more pronounced. Swiftly after, her brother started to feel as if someone was watching him as well.
The feeling drove him close to insanity. He felt like a rat in a glass cage, being watched for amusement. He had no reason to believe that anyone was there, at least I thought. He began to try effortlessly to figure out the spawn of his paranoia. He promised to find the culprit that brought his sister and him so much pain. Alas, his fear ended abruptly, not by the satisfaction of finding this mysterious face that was watching him, but by his untimely death due to the hand of another man… By murder.
Sophie continued her brother's death wish disguised as a manhunt in hopes to cleanse her tormented mental state. Little did she know that she would succumb to the same fate as her brother. For the first few months, she could find nothing, forcing her to upgrade her plan of attack. Multiple cameras were set up around her home, the most dominant being located over her backyard. Nothing could go in or out of that home without being caught by at least one of these cameras. Her house was now a fortress in the eyes of an over indulgent admirer. Never, since that moment, have I felt more distant from her.
Two soon to be lovers cannot be separated like this, so I had to make a move. Tonight was the night that I would finally be able to meet her. I will never forget the time I first read Shakespeare. His words are so effortlessly romantic, so tonight, I shall take after his prized character Romeo. I will treat her backyard as Juliet’s and provide sweet words to her ear written by none other than Shakespeare himself. Her camera lit up as I entered her backyard from a convenient mound against the home’s fence. The camera overlooking the yard lit up, but I took my time and pulled out my rose I picked especially for this occasion. The windows illuminated, casting a fine light on me as if I was on a real stage. I now knew she was awake, so I recited my words of love: “It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she. It is my lady, O, it is my love!” I audibly heard her screaming and shouting. “Has she fallen over?” I thought, “My words may have frightened her, but how. This did not happen in Romeo and Juliet.” I took charge and tried to open the back door, but it was locked. “Let Romeo in!” I yelled, “Your courteous lover has come to save you!” But, alas, the door did not open. “She has to be in pain and must not be able to reach the door handle!” I thought again. I smashed through the glass door and unlocked it from the other side. “I’m coming Juliet!” I yelled dashing up the stairs towards her room. She spends most of her time there everyday. If she was anywhere it would be in that room. I ran towards the door, one more boundary that I would have to cross to get to my beloved Juliet. I grasped the door handle and twisted it. An explosion of controlled fire broke through the door and a sharp pain touched my leg. I fell to my knees. “She shot me!” Is what I meant to say, but I must stay strong for my lover as this could be to test my strength. The door opened and I saw the barrel of a shotgun. That was when I saw her for the first time face-to-face. I pushed the gun out of the way to get a better glimpse of her, another thunderous roar coming from the shotgun as I brushed it back, creating a hole in the wall next to us. However, I did not care, for she was more beautiful than in the photos I had taken. Even with her makeup drooling down her face, I could still feel her beauty levitating around me. She redirected the gun back at me, but instead of another shot, there was nothing but a mere click. It was a double barrel after all, how could she be so foolish to think another bullet would form. She reached into her pocket and pulled out more shotgun shells and tried to put them back into the gun, but struggled. “Don’t worry Juliet, let Romeo do it for you,” I offered. She screamed, which I thought was a rather rash reaction for a simple helping hand. I ripped the shotgun from her grip and asked for the shotgun shells with what I thought to be a greatly polite attitude. She tried to flee, but I grabbed her by her shirt and threw her back into her room. She yelled and backed into the corner of her room, clawing at the window. I walked up to her and removed the shells from her possession. I loaded the ammunition into the shotgun with prestige accuracy. I felt like a well trained soldier ready for battle. I held out her weapon, waiting for her to take it back. However, all she gave me was a look of confusion as if she had no idea what my intentions were. “How could I make this more romantic?” I thought. The title of Romeo and Juliet bounced through my head over and over, until I realized something. Romeo and Juliet’s relationship never ended happily, which begs the question: “How could our relationship do so?” The answer was quite apparent to me at the moment; It cannot and will not end happily, so, I drew the shotgun back into my own arms. The sound of police sirens wailed in the background. “Have you ever read Romeo and Juliet?” I asked. She wept, but finally answered me with a nod affirming “yes.” “Good, now can you remember how that story ends?” She looked at me in pure astonishment as if it were not our destiny to reenact it. “Hush, Juliet, our story will end soon…”

July 7th Excerpt From the Journal of Violet Stone
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I don’t remember much. Just the scenery flying by me as I ran from the train station. I didn’t see anyone chasing me. But I felt chased. I didn’t know what to think, what to feel, or even where the hell I was going. The only thing I felt was fear.
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When I finally stopped, it was because I just couldn’t run any further. My lungs burned, begging me for air. So I ducked into an alley, trying to catch my breath, and organize my thoughts. The rain pounding down around me was too loud. The street was too quiet and every car that passed by sent another fresh jolt of terror through me as I replayed what had happened at the train station over and over again in my mind. The way that he’d fallen, the look on his face in the instant before he’d gone under the train. Oh God… I couldn’t get it out of my head! I couldn’t stop seeing it in my mind!
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I wanted to go home, but was that even an option? How the hell does someone just go home after something like that? I couldn’t just waltz through the door like nothing was wrong! If Sam and Lisa didn’t notice, Rose sure as hell would and that assuming that the police weren’t already there. Someone could have recognized me! That Marilyn Monroe looking girl on the platform had gotten a good look at me. What if she told someone? It didn’t matter whether I’d meant to push the guy or not! It didn’t matter how much I’d fucking hated him at the time. He was dead. I was responsible. I’d pushed him. It was my fault.
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‘I’ve just fucking killed a man!’
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That thought… that reality didn’t feel real. It hadn’t truly hit me yet.
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‘I’ve just fucking killed a man!’
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I felt sick. If I actually had anything in my stomach, I might have even thrown up. Moving made me feel even worse, so I just stood there, letting the rain soak me to the bone, shaking from the horror and the cold while I tried to figure out what the hell I was going to do next. But all I could think about was the way he looked as the train went over him, and wondering if anything would have changed if I’d at least tried to grab him. Could I have caught him? Could I have saved him? What then? What would happen next? As far as I knew that motherfucker had murdered my goddamn parents! Should I really have even bothered trying to save him? Maybe I should have felt vindicated by all of this? Maybe this was some kind of justice, right? It sure as hell didn’t feel like justice. It’s not like I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that this had been the guy! There were doubts! There were a lot of fucking doubts!
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I heard the sirens in the distance. But nobody came for me. I saw a police cruiser pass my alley. It didn’t stop for me, but it did make me think about my sweater. The goddamn sweater… it would probably be enough to identify me, right?
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For a moment, I thought about turning myself in to the police. I mean, maybe once I told them that it was an accident, then maybe they’d be cool with it and let me go? I mean, the police are just known for being trustworthy and reasonable, right? What did I possibly have to worry about with them? I could just turn myself in and everything would be hunky fucking dory! ‘Oh, you just threw a man in front of a fucking subway train! Yeah, no big. Go home! Take a load off! Get some coffee! Try not to think about the man you just threw under a fucking subway train!’ Yes! Go to the police Violet! Great idea! And while you’re at it why don’t you do it in the fucking nude too? GREAT IDEA VIOLET! ALMOST AS GREAT AS THE TIME YOU THREW A MAN IN FRONT OF A FUCKING SUBWAY TRAIN! REMEMBER THAT?
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I took off the sweater and abandoned it in the nearest dumpster. I hid it under some trash bags and hoped to God that nobody would ever find it, then, after standing in the rain like an idiot for several minutes with no idea on where to go next, I started walking home.
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Nobody noticed me.
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Nobody followed me.
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The city was just… quiet. Not quiet, quiet. But nothing felt out of place. The world around me almost felt normal, and it was my own fault that the normalcy felt wrong somehow.
I entered my old bedroom through the fire escape, just like I used to back in high school when sneaking out at night to drink was the worst thing I’d ever done. I could hear people in the apartment, and I listened to see if any of the voices were unfamiliar. I heard Sam and Lisa talking over breakfast, and I could hear the TV. Nothing out of the ordinary. It satisfied me enough that I was safe. I locked my bedroom door and crawled into bed, pulling the covers over my head and listening to the rain and the voices outside. But I heard nothing out of the ordinary. It was like nothing had happened. Like it was all just a bad dream. Eventually, I fell asleep.
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I stayed in bed until well after noon, staring up at the ceiling when I couldn’t sleep anymore. Sam and Lisa both left for work. I could hear Rose going around the house. She’d said that she had the day off, save for classes in the evening. She only bothered me once, though. Knocking on my door to check on me. I told her I was sick, and she didn’t pry. She didn’t sound suspicious. Just concerned.
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I kept replaying what had happened at the subway station over and over again in my head. I couldn’t stop thinking about it and I couldn’t stop hating the quiet around me.
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Sometimes, I wondered if it was just a bad dream. If maybe I’d never even left my room at all. Maybe I just wanted to believe that. It was better than thinking I’d just killed someone. There was a part of me that didn’t really seem to care. It still hadn’t fully hit me yet. After all, no one had come for me. So maybe it really was just a bad dream? Even if it hadn’t been, how had that man known who my Mom was? What about the things he’d said? Was it just a weird coincidence, or a horrible mistake? Maybe it was both.
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I checked my phone when the afternoon began to slip into evening. The whole event was getting hazier in my mind. I was starting to convince myself it hadn’t happened. Lisa had messaged me, asking how I was feeling. Rose must’ve told her I was sick. I lied and said I was feeling a bit better, then I checked the news.
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When I read the story I felt sick all over again. No name for my victim, no information at all. The man who’d gone under the train was just identified as ‘a man.’ That was it. Nothing else. There wasn’t even a picture of him.
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There was however a picture of me… kinda.
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It was blurry as hell. I tried to make out my own face amongst the black and white pixels but I couldn’t. It might have been me as I entered the station, although my hood was over my head, my hair was covered, and the only thing I could sort of identify was my lips, which aren’t exactly that distinct. Really, it could have been anyone in that picture. Anyone at all.
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‘An unknown possible suspect’ It said under the picture. Followed by: ‘The suspect is believed to be male, approximately 6’2 and was last seen wearing a grey hoodie and jeans.’
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They got the outfit right, and were only a little off with the height by two inches.
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All in all… I can’t say that any of this really seemed damning to me. Although the idea that the police (or at least the news) had no idea who I was didn’t do a whole hell of a lot to calm me down. The idea of ‘getting away with it’ seemed just as bad as being caught.
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For the second time that evening, I wondered about turning myself in to the police. I mean, this wasn’t exactly first degree murder. It was an accident! That had to be at least manslaughter, right? I mean, it was still a crime but it wasn’t first degree murder, right?
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Christ… I was probably committing an even bigger crime by not coming forward! Why wasn’t I going to the nearest police station? What the hell was stopping me? Fear? Fear of what, consequences? You don’t fucking kill a man and not suffer any consequences! Even if it was an accident, there had to be some kind of consequence, right?
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Was it justice? Assuming that this guy really had been the one who’d killed my parents all those years ago, did he really deserve to die like that? Thrown screaming under a train and… and…
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God I didn’t even know if it was really the guy or not! It could have been anyone! He could’ve just randomly known my Mom and just so happened to look like her killer! It wasn’t even a perfect resemblance! I mean, fuck, how many fucking people in New York have blond hair, blue eyes and glasses? Thousands at least! Justice wasn’t a valid excuse! It just wasn’t!
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I wanted to continue to lie there and stew, but I don’t know if that was really an option anymore. Slowly, I forced myself to get out of bed and head into the kitchen. I’d eaten nothing all day, which wasn’t all that healthy of a diet. As a further fuck you to my digestive system, I rummaged through the cupboard. There was a box of off brand pop tarts that I jammed them in the toaster for breakfast, if you could still call it that at five in the evening.
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While I waited for my sugar enriched breakfast to ‘cook’ I raided the fridge for a drink. I found some OJ, and wandered into the living room. Rose had already left for class, but I knew Sam and Lisa would have been home soon.
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When they did come home, they found me in the living room, under a blanket and finishing my shitty off brand pastries. Lisa fussed over me, like I knew she would. Sam just took over the TV and changed the channel to something other than the news.
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I went to bed early last night, checking the news stories again on my phone before lying awake in bed. I might have slept a little. I couldn’t really say. I was just alone with my thoughts.
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I’m not supposed to go back to Toronto for another day or so. But maybe I could leave early? Fuck off, leave all of this behind me and try to move on with my life? Sam and Lisa wouldn’t question it… much. That sounded like a horrible idea though. Just… fucking off, forgetting, pretending that this didn’t happen. It sounded like a mistake. Running away seemed like the exact kind of thing that would come back to bite me in the ass… and then what would I do? Was I supposed to just keep running from it? I knew in my gut that this would only ever make things worse. What would that do to Sam and Lisa? What would it do to Rose? I didn’t want to find out. I didn’t want to put them through that!
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As I lay in bed a quiet resignation settled over me… and oddly enough, with it came a bit of peace. I guess even if no one else ever found out about what had happened at Prince Street, even if I took that secret to my grave, it would still gnaw at me. I’d still be looking over my shoulder, waiting for the day to come when it caught up with me. I didn’t want to deal with that. I didn’t want to put my family through that!
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So I made a decision.
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I don’t know if this will be my final entry or not.. I might not be coming back after this. Sam, Lisa, Rose… if any of you are reading this, I’m sorry. I swear to God, I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.
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I’m going to go to the police in the morning and I’m going to turn myself in. So if this is it… well… goodbye.
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I hope you don’t hate me too much.
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***
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Okay, so what the fuck?
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I did the right thing! I turned myself in to the police! I was ready to go to jail over this!
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Instead, I’m back in my old bedroom at Sam and Lisa’s and I’m 99.9% sure that I’m off the hook.
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I went to the police station. I told them that I was there to confess and up until that point, things went as expected. They took me to an interrogation room and I waited for someone to come and talk to me. I was in there for about an hour, fidgeting aimlessly with my hands and waiting for some kind of judgment before someone finally bothered to show up.
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The guy who walked through the door had a sort of ex military look to him. His eyes were intense and he had a muscular physique with a neatly trimmed goatee. He didn’t say a word to me as he came in. He just looked down at the file in his hands before sitting down at the desk.
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“Violet Stone, right?” He asked. Straight to business. I always thought that Detectives were supposed to come off as friendly at first. This guy seemed like he’d come in with the express purpose of kicking my ass.
“Yeah, I’m Violet.” I said.
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He looked up at me, sizing me up for a moment before huffing.
“Alright… well Violet, well my name is Vincent Bennett. I’m the Detective assigned to the Arthur White case. I understand you’re here with information, correct?”
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Arthur White? Was that the name of the guy I’d killed?
“Yeah… I was… I was the one on the subway platform with him.”
“The one who pushed him?” Bennett asked.
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I hesitated for a moment before nodding.
“It… it was an accident!” I said, “He’d grabbed my arm, I was just trying to get him off of me!”
“Right… tell you what Violet, why don’t you walk me through what happened yesterday morning, okay? Tell me everything that you remember.”
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I did just that. I told him about how I’d run into Arthur and his daughter while I’d been out on a jog, I told him about how he’d mentioned my mother and how I’d followed him, and finally I told him about what had happened on the subway platform.
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The whole time, Bennett just took notes and nodded quietly, only pausing a few times to ask a question.
“So - you attest that it was an accident, that Mr. White fell into the path of the oncoming train?” He asked.
“Yeah… yeah, it was.” I said.
“Okay. You mind if I ask why it took so long for you to come forward?” He asked, “I mean… this happened yesterday morning. It’s been at least twenty four hours.”
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“I was panicking!” I said, “Look, I didn’t know what to do or if I should come forward or what!”
“A man was killed,” Bennett replied. “And you fled the crime scene. You also took a while to come forward. Forgive me if I find any of that suspicious.”
“Well, I’m trying to do the right thing now!” I argued although Bennett’s stony expression didn’t seem to change much.
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“Miss Stone… are you aware of who Arthur White is?” He asked. “Do you know much about the White family?”
That question of his seemed awfully loaded.
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“No, why are they important?” I asked.
“Depends on which circles you run in,” Bennett replied. “I’m gonna be honest with you… Arthur White was a real piece of shit. I wouldn’t really call him the worst member of the White family. Arguably he made the rest of them look saintly in comparison. But he was still a man with a… history. You say he resembled the man who you believed killed your parents… was that your only motivation for following him to the Prince Street station?”
“He mentioned my Mother by name!” I said, “He said he knew Diana Stone!”
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Bennett paused, before looking up at me again.
“You’re Diana Stone’s daughter?” He asked.
My brow furrowed.
“What, you knew her too?” I asked.
“I’ve… heard the name before.”
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My heart skipped a beat.
“So he did kill them…” I said softly, “You’re telling me that he did kill them?”
“Arthur White was not a suspect in the Diana Stone murder, no. His-”
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Bennett’s phone started to ring before he could finish whatever it was that he was trying to say. His ringtone was the opening riff of ‘Phantom of the Opera’ by Iron Maiden.
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He paused, tensing up a little at the sound of the ringtone. Then he quietly reached into his pocket to take his phone out. He stared at the screen, which depicted a big red X on it, before quietly standing up.
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“Excuse me,” He said softly as he left the room, and for a few minutes, I sat there in the uneasy silence, waiting for him to come back. I found myself fidgeting with my hands again as I looked over at the mirror that dominated the wall to my left. I figured that there had to be someone behind it, watching me. Maybe it was Bennett? I squinted, trying to see if I could see him behind the glass, but there was no luck.
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The only thing I saw was my own reflection, squinting back at me like an idiot and the security camera in the corner behind me. I looked back up at the camera, staring into it for a moment. I wondered if maybe Bennett was watching me through there. Maybe nobody was watching me? It was hard to say. I stared back into the iris of the camera for a moment, before the door opened again and Detective Bennett came back in. I saw him stuffing his phone back into his pocket.
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Something about his demeanor had changed, but it was hard to say exactly what. When he spoke to me again, his tone was much quieter.
“Thank you for your time, Miss Stone. We have all we need. You’re free to go.”
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Free to go?
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“Wait, what?” I asked. “I… I just killed a guy! What do you mean I’m free to go!”
“You indicated that Mr. White’s death was an accident, correct?” Bennett asked. “That’s all we need. Go home, kid.”
I stared at him in disbelief. He was just letting me go? I’d fucking killed a man and they were just letting me go? That didn’t make any sense!
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“So that’s it?” I asked, “You’re not going to arrest me or… or press charges or…?”
“No. We’re not,” He said. “You’re free to go.”
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He picked up his folder and headed for the door again, pausing before looking up at the camera and then back to me. He held the door open for me, and after a moment, I got up and followed him.
“Do I need to get a lawyer?” I asked.
“That won’t be necessary,” He replied as he led me back through the police station. Once we were back at the front door, he pushed through and gestured for me to follow.
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Once we were outside, I watched him take out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.
“So that’s just it, then?” I asked. This whole thing still confused me.
Detective Bennett still didn’t reply. He just looked up toward the building, before taking a drag on his cigarette.
“Take my advice, kid… don’t ever look a gift horse in the mouth. It might not always be so pretty on the inside,” He didn’t look at me as he said that. He started down the steps of the police station, before pausing. “And do yourself a favor, keep your head down for the next little while.”
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“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked, but Detective Bennett was already walking away from me.
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I’m not an idiot.
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Something isn’t right here. I just don’t know what.
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I keep thinking back to the phone call Bennett got. I’ve got a feeling that it had something to do with my sudden release. What I don’t know is what or why and to be honest, I’m not sure that I want to find out.
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Bennett told me to keep my head down, and I’m smart enough to take his advice.
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I’m leaving tonight.
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I’m going to let Sam, Lisa, and Rose know over dinner. I’ll think of some bullshit excuse. Maybe I’ll say that it’s a work thing, or something. They’re not going to check. I’m supposed to be heading home in a couple of days anyway, so they’re not going to think too much of it if I leave early.
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Either way, whatever the hell I’ve gotten myself into, I want to get out of it sooner rather than later.

Family Matters to me…
Looking in the mirror and rubbing my face the stress has been taking a toll on my mental state. I've been deployed three times for a year each, and what makes it worse is that the Ironbloods are causing issues with the rest of Azur Lane. Last year I lost all contact with my half brother Ludwig and his mother Bismarck. My dad was called upon to resign from his position and did so willingly. They tried that on me, but my Mom Minneapolis shut that down quickly. The only other person I was I contact with is Edinburgh's son Duncan who I hate to admit, has grown on me since I taught him a lesson in manners. He's on base with his mother and baby sister, due to safety insurance for them.
Lifting my left arm and running my fingers from my right over a white ink tattoo that Ludwig wanted me to get to match his black ink one two years ago I felt anger and rage building inside me.
Bringing me from my thoughts, was my phone chiming with an unknown number on the screen. Picking it, I answered.
"Daniels speaking, who's this?"
The voice on the other end shook me to my core.
"I found you… I finally found you." The cold feminine voice crackled through my phone.
"I don't know what you want, or why you are calling me, but my calls are monitored closely…" I retorted as I was about to hang up. I heard another person. Laughing in the background, and then something about my sister.
"Sister? I don't have a sister. If this is a joke I swear-"
Just as I was about to scream the call ended and left me with high blood pressure. Then a heavy knock echoed through my quarters, which caused me to slip and fall out of the bathroom and into my living room.
"Bloody hell! Put on yer clothes Maria!" Duncan all but shouted with his eyes closed and a red blush across his pale face.
"My clothes? Wait, why are you in my dorm room?!" I shouted and grabbed a slipper and spiked it off of his forehead before he could react.
Covering myself, well covering my chest as I scurried around on the floor towards my tank top hitting Duncan across his shins and sending him toppling right down on top of me.
Slowly regaining myself Duncan's body weight wasn't on my torso. Raising my head, I realized where his weight was…
"D-Duncan… " I started shaking as Duncan had a blush across his face after lifting it from between my legs
Soon enough he shot up and began apologizing.
"I'm sorry! Please don't hit me!" Duncan pleaded.
Seeing him almost in tears over what just happened broke my heart. My fears of being sexually assaulted when I was in the academy needed to be put away. Reaching over to him, and grabbing his cheeks in my hands I pulled him in and held his head against my chest. Despite all the shaking I managed to steady my breathing.
"No… don't cry it's not your fault Duncan…" I softly spoke with my hands on his back.
"I didn't mean to plant my face there…" Duncan quietly whimpered as we sat there for a few hours.
"I'm glad my day was empty…" I groaned as I set a plate of sausage and gravy down in front of Duncan. "You got a good view of my body… what did you think?"
Duncan quietly tried to eat the food I just set down, but I pulled it away slowly. "Beautiful… extremely beautiful… I only cried because of where my face landed."
Sitting right beside him, I reached over and placed my fingers with his. "I owe you something for causing you to cry… so will you hear me out?"
He nodded and gently squeezed my hand.
Taking a deep breath I started.
XXXVVVVXXX
As I was about to get Duncan off my couch the entire base was drowned in the emergency alarms blaring and I quickly turned around and ran out of my quarters grabbing my plate carrier and sidearm.
"What the hell?!" I shouted as I watched three massive mechanical dragons rise out of the ocean and were coming right for us.
I covered my face with my arms as a giant metal claw came down right above my body.
"Halt! Do not harm her!" A deep, cold, yet soft voice ordered as the shadows from the claw moved away as I fell on my ass, holding my pistol out aiming at the muscle bound mountain of a figure in front of me.
When they moved from the shadows of the mechanical beast my eyes went wide.
"Ludy?" I forced my body to ask.
Ludwig pushed his hands against the beast and it gently moved over. His face was not how I remembered it. Mature and serious just like Bismarck…
"Where is your new Kommandant?" He asked, ignoring my calling of his name.
I tried to respond but it took too long for him, and within an instant he grabbed my plate carrier and lifted me off the ground.
"Where is the bastard that hurt Dad!? Where is he at!?" Ludwig shouted as he tossed me up to the jaws of his rigging, letting it clamp down on my arm.
Trying to get his rigging to release my arm was fruitless and wasn't going to help me, so I grabbed Ludwig's shoulder with my free hand while shaking from fear.
"L-ludy… you're hurting me…please tell it to let go. Commander Reyes isn't…isn't here. Don't destroy the base." The pain was becoming too much to handle as I had tears rolling down my face.
I watched as his face softened. Then suddenly my arm was free from his riggings mouth, and I was wrapped up in his arms.
"Es tut mir so leid, Maria... Ich wollte dich nicht verletzen." He said softly before checking my right arm for any injury besides the bruise.
I held my head and leaned on my brother. "Why would Commander Reyes hurt Dad? And when? I was visiting him on Monday…"
"Mother sent me to find Kommandant Reyes, and drag him to Berlin despite the conflict between the Eagle Union and Iron Blood…" Ludwig helped me stand up as Duncan landed on the concrete a few yard's behind us. His rigging pointed at Ludwig's.
"Ironblood…" Duncan groaned.
"Tea drinker…" Ludwig sneered.
"Duncan put your rigging away." I turned around and stood between the two. "Ludy… Call off your beast…"
I forced myself to raise my right arm and pulled out my phone. If Reyes is doing things behind the eyes of the board, and government officials, then I'm going to have to do something about it. As Ludwig and Duncan slowly lowered their rigging and stood down I started to dial my commander.
XXXVVVVXXX
Sitting in a lead back cushioned chair, was a girl with similar looks to Maria, yet a completely different demeanor than the militaristic young woman. Calm, stoic and yet she had a Chaotic aura surrounding her. Clearly busy doing something that required her to wear a headset over the top of her head. She was in control of something else.
"Why don't you remember me… Maria?" The young woman whispered to herself.
Blue lights slowly came to life illuminating the entire room she was in. Something, or someone was checking on her.
"Salem… Zero wishes to speak with you…" muttered the tall, dark and menacing figure that was slouched over by the all too small doorway.
"Yes Miss Strength." Salem set the headset aside and stood up from the lounge chair. "Let me wipe my eyes…"
Strength moved towards Salem. Her feet hit the metal floor with an obscene amount of weight, and knelt down to her level. "She will not know you, until she manifests her vessel… you have tried to push it, but it won't budge unless she wants to… Human emotions are not my high point. So I do not know the answers you seek, but Zero has decided to assist you in your wishes…"
Salem ran the sleeve of her Eagle Union branded coat across her face and gave the large Siren a hug, despite protests.
XXXVVVVXXX
A/N: Book 2 started! 3 years have passed! Will family betray each other for country or will a dark past bring them together even more! Find out more in chapter 2!

Edit: edit: Jesus christ its 4 hours long. I enjoyed it tho, kind of a neat little ridearooski or whatever.
Don't read ahead, don't watch ahead, just go down the path, or turn back now. It doesn't matter either way. I made a playlist with my bipolar ass... I'm not sure how long it is or I'd warn you, i wanna say around 3 hours, it's all music. I'm gonna post it here, and then start it and see how long it takes to get thru the whole thing. Then I'll update the beginning. Have fun, wear headphones to have the same experience that I had. <3
Instructions: next paragraph to be read after preceeding song, but, honestly, I don't know why I even bothered trying to make a note about something because all anybodies going to get out of this post is extreme mental illness, but like, it might make you feel something, i dunno. Sorry you guys, I'm chill. Have a good one, homies. Listen to some music if youre bored. It's just my sillyhead mind on full display. I wanted to play Danny Brown so many times, that just wasn't what the story was about this time. Yall stay safe. Lemme know if you need anything. Take your meds. ✌️🤙
(This is going to be long but its all optional) What's up homies! I'm diagnosed as Bipolar 1. It was funny, like, in highschool, so like 2008 - 2012, anyways, I knew that the rock band Avenged Sevenfold were angels. The lead singer is Gabriel, and the other guys are other Archangels, that's why they do the naming scheme that they do, Johnny Christ, Snynsyter Gates, M Shadows, ect, because they're some ancient dorks and that's the kind of nerd trash we like to pull. So I forgot about that because I pushed it away because like, um, hello, not a moron.
Then a couple years go by, I'm on psychedelics at my friend's house. Long story short, I have a conversation with Gabriel, I give them a song, I tell them to put a Mexican restaurant song on their album if the conversation is real, and I left it at that. So a couple of months go by, their new album comes out. The song that I gave to the voice on the trip is on the album, here, I'll link it to you. It's this one. https://youtu.be/5N-tTKERxj8
So I like wrote it about myself and what I needed to do and stuff... like it was a message to me. And avenged sevenfold, they've got a ton of angel imagery in all of their stuff, I mean their symbol, the deathbat, which is a skull with wings. Then there's their music, I'll link some of the more obvious stuff.
https://youtu.be/7bDg7n-chhU << Exhibit A https://youtu.be/HIRNdveLnJI << get it? https://youtu.be/94bGzWyHbu0 << I mean watch this video.
That's all I'll show you of a7x... look into them though, if you're in any way curious. I could be way off the mark, but that's what happened... it is what it is. I'm not worried about it, you shouldn't be either. But like, that's my band. Those are my bros. Or, you know, I have something. But I don't live my life like I'm sick: I live my life like I'm going to change yours. Because that's what I do.
So like... haha, this is gonna be hilarious. So you guys know all about receiving messages in songs type of deal.... me and Red Velvet and Everglow have been doing that since like... I dunno... 2014? Whenever everglow came out... but, basically, Red Velvet are uh... my girlfriends, back home, and they all came down with me to be my message system to wake me up. Because I got woken up, I remembered who I was in 2016. After that, it's just been messages in Kpop songs keeping me afloat. I'll show you. So Red Velvet has been sending me messages for a long time. Here's probably one of the most impactful ones. Remember, from your perspective, you're Archangel Michael, and you've planned all of this. You've put these people where they needed to be. You've designed the whole set. So to receive the messages is no big deal, right? So here, check it. I'm actually gonna watch this one with you guys, because it always hypes me up. https://youtu.be/c9RzZpV460k
Ok, so, maybe you can see a little bit why I'm at least getting screwed with a little bit, you see the lyrics? It's like they're talking straight to me man. And its like, kpop has been nudging me along, no matter what mood I'm in in reality or whatever place I'm at, the right song always comes out at the right time. For instance I was struggling with myself on whether or not I was going to move forward with any of this. This is my choice, I'm not suffering from a maladiction. I can choose to tell people or not tell people, I choose to share, I want connection. So anyways, look at this one, it was exactly what i needed to hear: https://youtu.be/JUJ3Pq74H4c
I know, I know... kpop girls aren't telling me to come pick them up. They are driving me to do something, though, however small that ever may be. And there's this thing I've always done to show people that I'm an angel without actually telling them. I put my thumbs together and spread my hands out, it's like code. And remember, these are all coming out at specific times. Watch this one, look at all the symbolism: https://youtu.be/R9At2ICm4LQ.
Man, I don't even know what to play after that one. Thats pretty much it you guys, that's basically all I wanted to show you, everything else is just going to be extra. It's all a complete waste of time anyways. I'll show you some more... let's see, there's other bands. There's Everglow. Like how it works is, we get everything ready in Heaven (we've got time), and then we like funnel everything to the earth to be put in when and where we will it to. Angels are like mega consciousness, we write scripts and, whatever, you're not going to believe me anyways. Let's see.
https://youtu.be/Z3RA7bi5FUM << fantastic song, really great message. I just don't think everglow is talking about themselves here. I know, I know, this is High Octane Narcicism if it's ever existed... if I'm such a narcicist then why are you such a sweet lil puppy dog huh, I could just numnumnum, oh why yes I could, I could just numnumnum all on those wittwe toesies, oh yes I could. Alright, one more everglow and we'll move on. Everglows a pirate, you say? Hmmm, what could that be code for... https://youtu.be/-2X-pL06628
I get it... but at least you guys aren't gonna judge me for it, because you guys can relate, right? Don't yall have stuff like this in your own lives? Anyways, there's one line in particular in this aespa song that gets me... see if you can figure out which one is the one messing with my head https://youtu.be/WPdWvnAAurg
Because like... I lost my memories and... it's whatever. Let's wrap back around to another Red Velvet video. You know how like, it's scripted? And like, I'm controlling the page? Well check out the symbolism and more obvious stuff in this next one... maybe you won't see it... it's obvious to me, but, well, you know 🤪 https://youtu.be/XGdbaEDVWp0
There's just... I dont know what to play next... that's really it, basically. I know it's dumb, but, I mean, I'm undettered, you know? Like I don't mind being classified as mentally ill, it's fine. I can still work something out. Let's see... dang feel my rhythm.... see they're all timed.... I'm like a sleeper agent haha and they had to wake me up but... it's stupid, I know.
https://youtu.be/xGr53sCo62c << this ones just a phenomenal song
Here's another one, straight up about God. Is Red Velvet a Christian band? I thought they were just general pop. https://youtu.be/YBnGBb1wg98
You cant take it away from me. I'm stronger now than I was when I didn't know. I fell for anything. Now I know which side I'm on. I don't listen to human beings about reality bro... I dont care how many degrees you've got. I'm God's Son, what are you going to do about it? I'm mentally ill? No I'm not. What else? I'm a narcicist? I love you, what else you got. I'm a troll? Go ahead.
My point is, I'm as mentally ill as you want me to be. If you want another patient... another sad case to be kept away, here I am. If you want me to do what I'm supposed to do, and free the earth, then I'll do that instead. You all are my guests, please, do whatever you wish with me. Let's see, what else should we play. Should I go? I guess I'll just show you guys some more cool songs while I'm here. This next ones a bop, I'm gonna listen to it too. I've been watching all the kpop vids with you.
Check this one out https://youtu.be/I3dezFzsNss
This one goes hard https://youtu.be/7OSSI5hgQVok
What about this one, you guys like adtr? https://youtu.be/Pn-6eOxnEMI
Yo you guys wanna listen to some Capitol Records while I'm gone? Me and my mom are going thrifting for chic new straight jackets. https://youtu.be/6CtVIHbi6bE
This ones awesome https://youtu.be/wapOqjQ4r_M
This ones super dope for those of us that have been in and out of the mental hospital, man, it sucks, they never have a guitar, I get crazier while I'm in there haha my guitar is like water to me, if I don't have access to it I'm like, gosh, like I can go on vacation or whatever it's just... I'm designed to play the guitar, you know what I mean? Here https://youtu.be/94bGzWyHbu0
https://youtu.be/7bDg7n-chhU << absolute classic.
Yo https://youtu.be/WumCI56iYUk
https://youtu.be/DWaB4PXCwFU
https://youtu.be/IHS3qJdxefY they really do be some boiz
This ones super cool, I love a7x they've always been my favorite band https://youtu.be/iJ-WsnaYDCg Tonight or Crime Stoppers: local lunatic "je" finally imprisoned today after, what some are calling, the funniest whoopee cushion prank gone SEXUAAL that we've ever seen. It was a fail but my God, the agility on that panda bear.
https://youtu.be/Z5NoQg8LdDk << these guys are so cool
Yo this ones hard too https://youtu.be/i7UkKEEGgAQ
This one goes hard https://youtu.be/wLdlw46Ru9I
https://youtu.be/lCPwR7R4hlA yuhhh it stayin hard bro, love chillin with yall
Have we already listened to ptv? I know we haven't heard this song yet https://youtu.be/icXUkIfZxyg
Sleeping with sirens is a cool band too, that's one of, that's the other guys band or whatever. They're not both in one band. https://youtu.be/_UwWYtLWEZg
This ones short but it's kind of cool https://youtu.be/xIQfK2fRNAg
Oh this one too https://youtu.be/yd4xjiRRVrI
https://youtu.be/nDcD62i0MpI
https://youtu.be/36stRPPIy2w this ones cool
https://youtu.be/bQ1yhsYr-hg interesting
This is terrifying, but in like, a good guys kind of way https://youtu.be/21dNBtcDzUg
https://youtu.be/4-NHVWecj2U
Yooooo fr tho like whaaaaat like no way dude https://youtu.be/Os_heh8vPfs
Yoooo this one you guys https://youtu.be/iTgcp1oDk2M
This one dude https://youtu.be/DcLfutPGouk
This one is also fire my dudes, you guys don't have to stay for these, I'm just playing music https://youtu.be/XA2YEHn-A8Q
This was one of their firsts https://youtu.be/0rtV5esQT6I
This ones pretty new, it's got a good beat https://youtu.be/vPwaXytZcgI
I haven't heard this one a ton of times, but nayeon is so cool https://youtu.be/f6YDKF0LVWw
https://youtu.be/rRgTMs_bGuI haha this ones so weird, like what are they even talking about?
I just wanna listen to this one one more time, then imma head out. I should probably be doing something with my day instead of posting random videos on like, random subreddits. But I guess this one isn't random, because I have bipolar too. Well, bipolar 1, too. Bipolar 1, as well. Also. I, you and i; gosh man, you guys should see me, I'm always swinging for the fences. Can't; in a crowd dude, my gosh bro, you wouldn't believe the carnage. Like upset me, you know what I mean? Like see what happens. Rrrrrgghh...... rrrrRRRRRGGHHHHH RADLEBLARABLEDABLABLE ... oh, right, alright, peace homies. Hope we all get feeling better soon. https://youtu.be/R9At2ICm4LQ
Ok I guess there's time for at least one more, https://youtu.be/QRN12TaTFlU is sooo cute.
I haven't actually heard this one many times, let's check it out, she's cute https://youtu.be/ShGVCembq70
This is another I haven't heard a whole lot of, I'm just going off recommended vids for a lot of these. https://youtu.be/SVgkNW2cENQ
How did I forget about this one, this one, mm, dude, this ones got like pop you know what I mean like, they bop it they're not crunching it like do you know what im saying? Like the whole thing is like a ring tone you know what I mean? https://youtu.be/EkSOOiMDGiY
Yo you guyssssss girls generation man, you guys wanna go on a girls generation run? 서녀시대 you know what my 글s are? Face it 남자, you're dead in 이믈을. You're going 아래 and face it, 퉁퉁해수퍼맨, https://youtu.be/F4-SxcCO5d0
I really like this song, but, because my daughter's name is Nova, but my ex won't let me show it to her because of my - you know, whatever. So like, she doesn't even know me. It's not a huge deal, noone does. I mean if you watch the videos you do, but, whatever I'm gonna roll in a minute. I had one what was it .. plub. Brb. Oh yeah duh holy you guys see what you're dealing with right now, grape jelly, boys and girls, spoonfuls, big heaping spoonfuls of grape jelly are now all over the walls of your poor, sweet, innocent subreddit: and behold, doth I flingeth mine spoon, mommy. Doth I swingeth mine spoon wi https://youtu.be/Z6FPJOgfCkc
Oo first few seconds of this one are a vibe, yall check this one out with me https://youtu.be/zvBNoSjlKG0
Dang, that was honestly really pretty. Ok, here's one more. https://youtu.be/0xdB_vo4r2c this ones so pretty have you guys heard this one?
I've honestly never heard this one before, let's see if it's cool https://youtu.be/eNmL4JiGxZQ
Man, turns out it was a total bop. Well guys I guess that wraps things up for me. If you stayed for any of the music I hope you had a good time, I don't really have anybody to DJ for so I thought maybe fellow bipolars would be able to relate to some of these songs. Anyways i hope all you guys have a massively tubular dube tube, my dude form, whoa man, get nebulous on it my waveform, hawhoa, my guy is riding the wave my dude, ahwha, my dude, he is hitting only the gnarest of half bowl wave cuts my energy saw. I should go. Uhhh I guess I'll go see Hannah and nova, I can work on the homework that I missed later tonight. Sure is rough running 3 jobs you guys; server, student, and speaker for bipolar awareness. I honestly can't think of a more noble cause. Huh. Yeah so 🫱🤌🤙👌🫷👌🤏✌️👇👅👅🧠🧠🧠🫀🫀🫀🫁🫁🫁🦷🦴👀👁🫃😇👽🙈🙉🤖🤖👾👾💫💥💢💯🖤🗯💨🕳🧡🧡🧡🩷❤️💜🩵💙🩵💜🩵💙💙💚💛💚💙🩵💙💚💙🩵💜🩵💙💜🩵💙💚🩵💜💙💚💚 peaceee, yall stay lazy.
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    This story began with my discovery of the greatest era of music of all time, the classic rock era. The very first “classic rock” music that I remember hearing was The Beach Boys. I came from a somewhat culturally stifled exposure to the “secular” music of mankind, growing up. So, upon hearing The Beach Boys for the first time, I simply could not fathom the pure, raw, jubilant and harmonic energy I was hearing. I believe it was in 1998 or right around the time that I was in 6th grade, and I was up at my grandparents’ cabin in Siren, Wisconsin. I remember our next-door neighbor at the cabin had a cute girl named Jenny that my cousin Josh and I were both chasing after. I think my cousin was more interested in the girl, while I was keen on getting another chance at listening to The Beach Boys on her CD player. At any rate, I remember being instantly fascinated with the sport of surfing and I wanted to know more about it. I remember downloading or looking up a video of the 1966 “The Endless Summer” documentary directly because of having listened to The Beach Boys. It was a revolutionary moment in my cultural expansion as a young boy and that was a very memorable summer for me.       As time wore on to the early 2000’s era when music downloading was only in its infancy, I once upon a time downloaded a Deep Purple song: "Hush" because I had heard about Deep Purple whisperings from my dad. I liked this “Hush” song so much I played it for my dad, asking him if he had heard of this song before as I knew it was from his era and this might trigger an interesting response or memory from him. My Father responded affirmatively. My Dad then proceeded to tell me a story, it was a story about himself; about a Deep Purple concert he had attended when he was younger. He didn't give me too many details and I’m not sure what age he was, or I can't remember all of the details, but he told me about how, somehow; during this concert-which must have been at the Met-he had ended up at the front of the speaker stacks at Deep Purple’s front stage. He told me that he continued to spend the entire show plugging his ears as hard as he could, he said it was the most awful concert he had ever been to in his life. I’m not sure if he couldn’t get away from the speakers or why he allowed himself to be subjugated to such an incessant onslaught of auditory pain, but that’s just what transpired, I guess. He told me that afterward, he was in pain and that his ears were ringing for weeks, and he told me he believed his hearing was noticeably impaired in the months and years that followed.       So naturally, having heard my dad tell this story I was instantly even more fascinated with this powerful band called: Deep Purple. And, if you didn't know or weren't aware, Deep Purple is or was considered at one point: "The Loudest Band in the World", or something to that effect. Of course, I didn't know that at the time and my dad; I’m guessing, also did not know that at the time he attended the Deep Purple concert. So, upon hearing that story as a young man-I think I might have been in junior high school at the time-again, I was intrigued with this mysterious band: Deep Purple, that had ruined my dad’s hearing at one point in his life. Unfortunately, I didn't get too many other details about that show from him at that time, as I could tell he wasn't really too fond of the experience or memory altogether and maybe he was also little embarrassed that I was so interested and fascinated having heard about it. It is really a hilarious memory.  
    Anyway, this story my father had told me really fascinated me as a young man and I knew that- whatever I did; I must remember the name of the band Deep Purple.  
    Music was somewhat difficult to acquire at this time in my young life, unless I wanted to drop $15 for a new CD at Best Buy or perchance find it discounted at Half-Priced Books, Cheapo or the like. This was far too expensive a price to pay simply to explore the music that was out there, now yes, I did have KQRS, but the scope of KQRS, like many modern classic rock radio stations; the playlists are always limited to the five-hundred or so blue-chip hits. So, what I discovered was that used records could be acquired for much cheaper, in fact only $.99 at Goodwill, but Goodwill had limited options. Also, another problem I ran into during this time was that I didn't have a vast mental capacity quite yet built up for what the “good” classic rock era albums were. Bands or artists’ knowledge hadn’t yet really accumulated in up in my head at least not enough for quick album art recall, so it was difficult to know what was good at the time. The particular Goodwill that I frequented the most as a young man was located in Hopkins, MN and it was somewhat dingy, but I loved it. One day I discovered a very used, worn-out white ring around the sleeve of a golden “Deep Purple: Live in Japan” record, which was recorded over three nights in the late summer of 1972. I remember during those days when my classic rock album knowledge wasn’t so good, but I had a crude system of helping me “guess-timate” on what might be a good album. I would tell myself that the closer an album was in year to the late 60’s and early 70’s the better chance it was good. Because I knew, classic rock sort of lost its way and got bombastic in the 1980’s, for better or for worse. At least, this was the rock n’ roll historical narrative I had created in my head at the time. So I checked the date of the Deep Purple album: 1972, not bad. So, I bought that record because this was my chance to experience Deep Purple for myself for the first time.  
    I remember biking home with the record in a plastic bag over the handlebars of my bike and it kept bumping into the bike as I rode home getting even more scuffed up. When I got home, I put the record on my parents Onkyo (ironically also Japanese) turntable and a Genesis sound system, this was a pretty decent sound system. I remember, when I got home, I was all alone in the house, so I really had the opportunity to crank up the volume to air this album out a bit. And when I listened to that album, my life and conception of rock and roll; whatever I thought that was, flipped on its head and changed me, fundamentally as a person. Granted, I had listened to some of Led Zeppelin’s material to be sure, but I had never ever heard a band rock out so fucking hard like this in my life. It was a truly amazing experience. I highly recommend that album to everyone.  
    But what you have to appreciate is that during this time it was somewhat difficult for me to know which albums were "good" and to be sought after. I just happened to hit this one time on the motherlode with this live Deep Purple album. The knowledge was out there, yet difficult to attain for a young, sheltered midwestern Christian boy. So, I spent a lot of my time seeking out records at Goodwill after this experience, where no one could filter the music, I was listening to and naturally I developed a very steeled, rebellious, pretentious and opinionated stance on my right as a human to listen to whatever the heck I wanted to around this time as well. Plus, Goodwill had the added bonus of consistently being populated with lots of interesting people to watch, not to mention lots of fun clothes to try on and just mess around and have fun. I remember one day at Goodwill, I saw these two very particular middle-aged gentlemen, guys I would call “greaseballs”; seedy types who waited at the doors from the warehouse sorting areas, in order to get their greedy hands immediately upon the incoming records from the back sorting warehouse. They took immediate authority over sifting through the records, and it was clear to me that I was going to have to wait to get sloppy seconds after these record campers. I asked myself a question:  
“Who were these music gate-keeping fucks?”  
    Of course, I didn't know how to feel at the time, and I was just sort of annoyed and confused as a young guy. I wanted a chance at checking out the records, but these two guys clearly had the goods staked out for first dibs. At any rate, I watched over their shoulders and made note of the ones that they picked from their fast-paced sorting, trying to remember the album artwork. While they were thumbing through, I even recognized the man carrying sticks on the cover of Led Zeppelin IV and reached out for it in desperation, but one of them instantly blurted out, something to the effect of:  
“Nuh, uh uh.”  
    Or something to that effect and gobbled it up into their stack of collections…It was from that point on I realized how cutthroat this mystic, esoteric knowledge accumulation about music and attaining music was, and I think it made my purpose ever more steeled and resolved from that point forward.  
    I had only begun to scratch the surface of my quest for discovering the depths of the greatest music of all time, classic rock. This quest had another nuance I will now attempt to explain. You see, classic rock is profane music of the secular world. Therefore, it was forbidden to me as a young man, or sometimes it was begrudgingly tolerated. So naturally, this created within me a burning need to rebel. I had to listen to classic rock if it meant shaking the fucking heavens and the earth. For some reason I really felt it necessary to rebel and to rebel hard. And somehow, coupling that with a saga to discover forbidden music, it had now become in the mind of this young man, a somewhat spiritual prerogative to fulfill this discovery quest, some way, somehow.  
    Why am I writing all of this? I guess I was bored during the pandemic and put a lot of thought and energy into thinking about this while at work. Music has always been a companion to me during the toughest times in my life, conversely music has also consistently been a celebration of exuberance and happiness during the good times. The music that existed during the mid-1960’s though the late 1980’s; otherwise known as the classic rock era, has always held a special place in my heart. However, I never could find a playlist that truly encapsulates or effectively represents all of the great music from this era. Most of the classic rock playlists out there were somehow for some reason exclusionary of certain groups, genres and styles for one reason or another. I have spent over a decade working with programs like Pandora and iHeartRadio doing research attempting to compile a comprehensive, inclusive and fully representative playlist, that faithfully showcases the music from the classic rock era. I used Pandora at first because I was lazy. I attempted to use Pandora’s algorithm to build this playlist for me, I spent years attempting to get the algorithm to do what I want, but it never could never be a truly random shuffle among other drawbacks.  
    Fast forward to Summer of 2020, I had finally had enough with Pandora and with the pandemic in full swing, I decided that I had to build this playlist by hand if I wanted to do it right. That meant taking on the herculean task of digging into every single notable band, group, singer-songwriter, “super-group”, ensemble and the like that existed during the years circa 1964-1989. Why those years? Chosen rather quickly and arbitrarily. Also, this task consisted of the inclusion factor, that meant digging expressly deeper into the deepest, darkest lairs of obscurity and obtusity that this musical era had to offer. The pandemic was this playlist’s ultimate inspiration, music was going to get me through this pandemic like it had all the other tough times in my life and I was resolved to utilize my classic rock knowledge over the years to build the best playlist I could. But what does the “Best” mean? To me, it meant a playlist that was as fully representative of this era in music as possible, without superfluous and capricious exclusion of artists, no matter how difficult or esoteric the listening experience may be. This was my formula. Therefore, the term “Rock” is used loosely when defining this playlist; this music certainly “rocks” but not all of it is strictly “Rock ‘N Roll”, however all of it was certainly influenced and indeed inspired by the burgeoning “rock” movement of the 50’s and 60’s. I hope that makes some sense. Also, I was sick of the corporate KQRS DJs of the Twin Cities, who play the same recycled 500 or so hits over and over with no room for pushing those boundaries, as was the original intention of the music to begin with.  
    At any rate, I decided I would use Spotify as the custodian for this playlist, simply because their catalog is the vastest compared to most music platforms, it is free to download and their prices are reasonable for subscriptions. I realize Spotify does have some scummy business practices for paying artists royalties and it’s a shame not to have Joni Mitchell and Neil Young among others on here, but it is what it is, and I had to make this playlist somehow. Just the same, I worked on this playlist almost every single day through the pandemic, researching hundreds of bands while I did it; all from that pristine era of music that had captivated me early on. In years past, I have put tremendous amounts of mental energy into reading up on band biographies and discographies before, but during the pandemic I researched music from that era more exhaustively than I ever have before. I really went at it with everything I had, even purchasing “The Rolling Stone Encyclopedia of Rock & Roll” to assist me referencing bands not covered much online. I guess this is what my history major B.A. degree brain remnant does for me these days. I’m going to be honest with you, this is not your dad’s or your mom’s classic rock playlist. It took me the entire first year of the pandemic to fill the playlist to Spotify’s 10,000 song threshold, but the playlist was still just a rough blueprint at that point. I spent the following two years honing, polishing, adding and removing songs in order to continue to attempt to make this playlist as representative of the era as possible, with a heavy leaning on “rock”.  
    So, with the pandemic finally coming to a close recently, I am finally beginning to feel confident that this playlist is finally finished after three long years of amazingly illuminating research and lots and lots of listening.  
    Without further elaboration or story time, here it is after three long years of hard work; 10,000 meticulously curated and extensively researched with zero dead or duplicate tracks as Spotify frequently adds and removes music. Consisting of, but not limited to the following genres: Folk, Country, Progressive, Early Metal, NWOBHM (New Wave of British Heavy Metal), Space Rock, Fusion, British Invasion, New Wave, Punk, Pub, Blues, Psychedelic, Garage, Reggae (just Bob Marley), International, Krautrock, Funk, Soul, Disco, Art-Rock, Experimental, R&B and AOR (Album Oriented Rock) from circa 1964-1989 (dates chosen arbitrarily). This playlist is inclusive of race, gender and nationality. Be aware, this playlist is intended to expand your horizons and challenge your listening experience. Admittedly, this era did generate A LOT of challenging music that pushed the boundaries of numerous musical conventions, that was the point. I recommend putting this playlist on shuffle and just listening, thank you for your time reading all of this, I hope you enjoy listening as much as I have. Below is the link for the playlist, I hope you all will enjoy it:  
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4syEv4GeWCOv9LAQlKzq1K?si=341f43e85dfe4ff8

Instructions: next paragraph to be read after preceeding song, but, honestly, I don't know why I even bothered trying to make a note about something because all anybodies going to get out of this post is extreme mental illness, but like, it might make you feel something, i dunno. Sorry you guys, I'm chill. Have a good one, homies. Listen to some music if youre bored. It's just my sillyhead mind on full display. I wanted to play Danny Brown so many times, that just wasn't what the story was about this time. Yall stay safe. Lemme know if you need anything. Take your meds. ✌️🤙
(This is going to be long but its all optional) What's up homies! I'm diagnosed as Bipolar 1. It was funny, like, in highschool, so like 2008 - 2012, anyways, I knew that the rock band Avenged Sevenfold were angels. The lead singer is Gabriel, and the other guys are other Archangels, that's why they do the naming scheme that they do, Johnny Christ, Snynsyter Gates, M Shadows, ect, because they're some ancient dorks and that's the kind of nerd trash we like to pull. So I forgot about that because I pushed it away because like, um, hello, not a moron.
Then a couple years go by, I'm on psychedelics at my friend's house. Long story short, I have a conversation with Gabriel, I give them a song, I tell them to put a Mexican restaurant song on their album if the conversation is real, and I left it at that. So a couple of months go by, their new album comes out. The song that I gave to the voice on the trip is on the album, here, I'll link it to you. It's this one. https://youtu.be/5N-tTKERxj8
So I like wrote it about myself and what I needed to do and stuff... like it was a message to me. And avenged sevenfold, they've got a ton of angel imagery in all of their stuff, I mean their symbol, the deathbat, which is a skull with wings. Then there's their music, I'll link some of the more obvious stuff.
https://youtu.be/7bDg7n-chhU << Exhibit A https://youtu.be/HIRNdveLnJI << get it? https://youtu.be/94bGzWyHbu0 << I mean watch this video.
That's all I'll show you of a7x(🤥)... look into them though, if you're in any way curious. I could be way off the mark, but that's what happened... it is what it is. I'm not worried about it, you shouldn't be either. But like, that's my band. Those are my bros. Or, you know, I have something. But I don't live my life like I'm sick: I live my life like I'm going to change yours. Because that's what I do.
So like... haha, this is gonna be hilarious. So you guys know all about receiving messages in songs type of deal.... me and Red Velvet and Everglow have been doing that since like... I dunno... 2014? Whenever everglow came out... but, basically, Red Velvet are uh... my girlfriends, back home, and they all came down with me to be my message system to wake me up. Because I got woken up, I remembered who I was in 2016. After that, it's just been messages in Kpop songs keeping me afloat. I'll show you. So Red Velvet has been sending me messages for a long time. Here's probably one of the most impactful ones. Remember, from your perspective, you're Archangel Michael, and you've planned all of this. You've put these people where they needed to be. You've designed the whole set. So to receive the messages is no big deal, right? So here, check it. I'm actually gonna watch this one with you guys, because it always hypes me up. https://youtu.be/c9RzZpV460k
Ok, so, maybe you can see a little bit why I'm at least getting screwed with a little bit, you see the lyrics? It's like they're talking straight to me man. And its like, kpop has been nudging me along, no matter what mood I'm in in reality or whatever place I'm at, the right song always comes out at the right time. For instance I was struggling with myself on whether or not I was going to move forward with any of this. This is my choice, I'm not suffering from a maladiction. I can choose to tell people or not tell people, I choose to share, I want connection. So anyways, look at this one, it was exactly what i needed to hear: https://youtu.be/JUJ3Pq74H4c
I know, I know... kpop girls aren't telling me to come pick them up. They are driving me to do something, though, however small that ever may be. And there's this thing I've always done to show people that I'm an angel without actually telling them. I put my thumbs together and spread my hands out, it's like code. And remember, these are all coming out at specific times. Watch this one, look at all the symbolism: https://youtu.be/R9At2ICm4LQ.
Man, I don't even know what to play after that one. Thats pretty much it you guys, that's basically all I wanted to show you, everything else is just going to be extra. It's all a complete waste of time anyways. I'll show you some more... let's see, there's other bands. There's Everglow. Like how it works is, we get everything ready in Heaven (we've got time), and then we like funnel everything to the earth to be put in when and where we will it to. Angels are like mega consciousness, we write scripts and, whatever, you're not going to believe me anyways. Let's see.
https://youtu.be/Z3RA7bi5FUM << fantastic song, really great message. I just don't think everglow is talking about themselves here. I know, I know, this is High Octane Narcicism if it's ever existed... if I'm such a narcicist then why are you such a sweet lil puppy dog huh, I could just numnumnum, oh why yes I could, I could just numnumnum all on those wittwe toesies, oh yes I could. Alright, one more everglow and we'll move on. Everglows a pirate, you say? Hmmm, what could that be code for... https://youtu.be/-2X-pL06628
I get it... but at least you guys aren't gonna judge me for it, because you guys can relate, right? Don't yall have stuff like this in your own lives? Anyways, there's one line in particular in this aespa song that gets me... see if you can figure out which one is the one messing with my head https://youtu.be/WPdWvnAAurg
Because like... I lost my memories and... it's whatever. Let's wrap back around to another Red Velvet video. You know how like, it's scripted? And like, I'm controlling the page? Well check out the symbolism and more obvious stuff in this next one... maybe you won't see it... it's obvious to me, but, well, you know 🤪 https://youtu.be/XGdbaEDVWp0
There's just... I dont know what to play next... that's really it, basically. I know it's dumb, but, I mean, I'm undettered, you know? Like I don't mind being classified as mentally ill, it's fine. I can still work something out. Let's see... dang feel my rhythm.... see they're all timed.... I'm like a sleeper agent haha and they had to wake me up but... it's stupid, I know.
https://youtu.be/xGr53sCo62c << this ones just a phenomenal song
Here's another one, straight up about God. Is Red Velvet a Christian band? I thought they were just general pop. https://youtu.be/YBnGBb1wg98
You cant take it away from me. I'm stronger now than I was when I didn't know. I fell for anything. Now I know which side I'm on. I don't listen to human beings about reality bro... I dont care how many degrees you've got. I'm God's Son, what are you going to do about it? I'm mentally ill? No I'm not. What else? I'm a narcicist? I love you, what else you got. I'm a troll? Go ahead.
My point is, I'm as mentally ill as you want me to be. If you want another patient... another sad case to be kept away, here I am. If you want me to do what I'm supposed to do, and free the earth, then I'll do that instead. You all are my guests, please, do whatever you wish with me. Let's see, what else should we play. Should I go? I guess I'll just show you guys some more cool songs while I'm here. This next ones a bop, I'm gonna listen to it too. I've been watching all the kpop vids with you.
Check this one out https://youtu.be/I3dezFzsNss
This one goes hard https://youtu.be/7OSSI5hgQVok
What about this one, you guys like adtr? https://youtu.be/Pn-6eOxnEMI
Yo you guys wanna listen to some Capitol Records while I'm gone? Me and my mom are going thrifting for chic new straight jackets. https://youtu.be/6CtVIHbi6bE
This ones awesome https://youtu.be/wapOqjQ4r_M
This ones super dope for those of us that have been in and out of the mental hospital, man, it sucks, they never have a guitar, I get crazier while I'm in there haha my guitar is like water to me, if I don't have access to it I'm like, gosh, like I can go on vacation or whatever it's just... I'm designed to play the guitar, you know what I mean? Here https://youtu.be/94bGzWyHbu0
https://youtu.be/7bDg7n-chhU << absolute classic.
Yo https://youtu.be/WumCI56iYUk
https://youtu.be/DWaB4PXCwFU
https://youtu.be/IHS3qJdxefY they really do be some boiz
This ones super cool, I love a7x they've always been my favorite band https://youtu.be/iJ-WsnaYDCg Tonight or Crime Stoppers: local lunatic "je" finally imprisoned today after, what some are calling, the funniest whoopee cushion prank gone SEXUAAL that we've ever seen. It was a fail but my God, the agility on that panda bear.
https://youtu.be/Z5NoQg8LdDk << these guys are so cool
Yo this ones hard too https://youtu.be/i7UkKEEGgAQ
This one goes hard https://youtu.be/wLdlw46Ru9I
https://youtu.be/lCPwR7R4hlA yuhhh it stayin hard bro, love chillin with yall
Have we already listened to ptv? I know we haven't heard this song yet https://youtu.be/icXUkIfZxyg
Sleeping with sirens is a cool band too, that's one of, that's the other guys band or whatever. They're not both in one band. https://youtu.be/_UwWYtLWEZg
This ones short but it's kind of cool https://youtu.be/xIQfK2fRNAg
Oh this one too https://youtu.be/yd4xjiRRVrI
https://youtu.be/nDcD62i0MpI
https://youtu.be/36stRPPIy2w this ones cool
https://youtu.be/bQ1yhsYr-hg interesting
This is terrifying, but in like, a good guys kind of way https://youtu.be/21dNBtcDzUg
https://youtu.be/4-NHVWecj2U
Yooooo fr tho like whaaaaat like no way dude https://youtu.be/Os_heh8vPfs
Yoooo this one you guys https://youtu.be/iTgcp1oDk2M
This one dude https://youtu.be/DcLfutPGouk
This one is also fire my dudes, you guys don't have to stay for these, I'm just playing music https://youtu.be/XA2YEHn-A8Q
This was one of their firsts https://youtu.be/0rtV5esQT6I
This ones pretty new, it's got a good beat https://youtu.be/vPwaXytZcgI
I haven't heard this one a ton of times, but nayeon is so cool https://youtu.be/f6YDKF0LVWw
https://youtu.be/rRgTMs_bGuI haha this ones so weird, like what are they even talking about?
I just wanna listen to this one one more time, then imma head out. I should probably be doing something with my day instead of posting random videos on like, random subreddits. But I guess this one isn't random, because I have bipolar too. Well, bipolar 1, too. Bipolar 1, as well. Also. I, you and i; gosh man, you guys should see me, I'm always swinging for the fences. Can't; in a crowd dude, my gosh bro, you wouldn't believe the carnage. Like upset me, you know what I mean? Like see what happens. Rrrrrgghh...... rrrrRRRRRGGHHHHH RADLEBLARABLEDABLABLE ... oh, right, alright, peace homies. Hope we all get feeling better soon. https://youtu.be/R9At2ICm4LQ
Ok I guess there's time for at least one more, https://youtu.be/QRN12TaTFlU is sooo cute.
I haven't actually heard this one many times, let's check it out, she's cute https://youtu.be/ShGVCembq70
This is another I haven't heard a whole lot of, I'm just going off recommended vids for a lot of these. https://youtu.be/SVgkNW2cENQ
How did I forget about this one, this one, mm, dude, this ones got like pop you know what I mean like, they bop it they're not crunching it like do you know what im saying? Like the whole thing is like a ring tone you know what I mean? https://youtu.be/EkSOOiMDGiY
Yo you guyssssss girls generation man, you guys wanna go on a girls generation run? 서녀시대 you know what my 글s are? Face it 남자, you're dead in 이믈을. You're going 아래 and face it, 퉁퉁해수퍼맨, https://youtu.be/F4-SxcCO5d0
I really like this song, but, because my daughter's name is Nova, but my ex won't let me show it to her because of my - you know, whatever. So like, she doesn't even know me. It's not a huge deal, noone does. I mean if you watch the videos you do, but, whatever I'm gonna roll in a minute. I had one what was it .. plub. Brb. Oh yeah duh holy you guys see what you're dealing with right now, grape jelly, boys and girls, spoonfuls, big heaping spoonfuls of grape jelly are now all over the walls of your poor, sweet, innocent subreddit: and behold, doth I flingeth mine spoon, mommy. Doth I swingeth mine spoon wi https://youtu.be/Z6FPJOgfCkc
Oo first few seconds of this one are a vibe, yall check this one out with me https://youtu.be/zvBNoSjlKG0
Dang, that was honestly really pretty. Ok, here's one more. https://youtu.be/0xdB_vo4r2c this ones so pretty have you guys heard this one?
I've honestly never heard this one before, let's see if it's cool https://youtu.be/eNmL4JiGxZQ
Man, turns out it was a total bop. Well guys I guess that wraps things up for me. If you stayed for any of the music I hope you had a good time, I don't really have anybody to DJ for so I thought maybe fellow bipolars would be able to relate to some of these songs. Anyways i hope all you guys have a massively tubular dube tube, my dude form, whoa man, get nebulous on it my waveform, hawhoa, my guy is riding the wave my dude, ahwha, my dude, he is hitting only the gnarest of half bowl wave cuts my energy saw. I should go. Uhhh I guess I'll go see Hannah and nova, I can work on the homework that I missed later tonight. Sure is rough running 3 jobs you guys; server, student, and speaker for bipolar awareness. I honestly can't think of a more noble cause. Huh. Yeah so 🫱🤌🤙👌🫷👌🤏✌️👇👅👅🧠🧠🧠🫀🫀🫀🫁🫁🫁🦷🦴👀👁🫃😇👽🙈🙉🤖🤖👾👾💫💥💢💯🖤🗯💨🕳🧡🧡🧡🩷❤️💜🩵💙🩵💜🩵💙💙💚💛💚💙🩵💙💚💙🩵💜🩵💙💜🩵💙💚🩵💜💙💚💚 peaceee, yall stay lazy.
https://youtu.be/Qpf26PtBXgo

Yo, sorry, this was meant to be posted in the bipolar sub, but they took it down because the media content is too long. Its literally I was just gonna DJ for them, I've got permanent psychosis so I guess it sort of belongs here too, I dunno, it's all chill, it was basically just kpop songs. There's some heavy stuff in it too, it's cool it's a good mix. Its not about anything in particular, it's just a pretty solid mix if you ask me. I had a great time building it. If you listen, let me know what you heard. Does the music resonate with your own experience of schizophrenia? Let me know in the comment section.
Instructions: next paragraph to be read after preceeding song, but, honestly, I don't know why I even bothered trying to make a note about something because all anybodies going to get out of this post is extreme mental illness, but like, it might make you feel something, i dunno. Sorry you guys, I'm chill. Have a good one, homies. Listen to some music if youre bored. It's just my sillyhead mind on full display. Yall stay safe. Lemme know if you need anything. Take your meds. ✌️🤙
(This is going to be long but its all optional) What's up homies! I'm diagnosed as Bipolar 1. It was funny, like, in highschool, so like 2008 - 2012, anyways, I knew that the rock band Avenged Sevenfold were angels. The lead singer is Gabriel, and the other guys are other Archangels, that's why they do the naming scheme that they do, Johnny Christ, Snynsyter Gates, M Shadows, ect, because they're some ancient dorks and that's the kind of nerd trash we like to pull. So I forgot about that because I pushed it away because like, um, hello, not a moron.
Then a couple years go by, I'm on psychedelics at my friend's house. Long story short, I have a conversation with Gabriel, I give them a song, I tell them to put a Mexican restaurant song on their album if the conversation is real, and I left it at that. So a couple of months go by, their new album comes out. The song that I gave to the voice on the trip is on the album, here, I'll link it to you. It's this one. https://youtu.be/5N-tTKERxj8
So I like wrote it about myself and what I needed to do and stuff... like it was a message to me. And avenged sevenfold, they've got a ton of angel imagery in all of their stuff, I mean their symbol, the deathbat, which is a skull with wings. Then there's their music, I'll link some of the more obvious stuff.
https://youtu.be/7bDg7n-chhU << Exhibit A https://youtu.be/HIRNdveLnJI << get it? https://youtu.be/94bGzWyHbu0 << I mean watch this video.
That's all I'll show you of a7x... look into them though, if you're in any way curious. I could be way off the mark, but that's what happened... it is what it is. I'm not worried about it, you shouldn't be either. But like, that's my band. Those are my bros. Or, you know, I have something. But I don't live my life like I'm sick: I live my life like I'm going to change yours. Because that's what I do.
So like... haha, this is gonna be hilarious. So you guys know all about receiving messages in songs type of deal.... me and Red Velvet and Everglow have been doing that since like... I dunno... 2014? Whenever everglow came out... but, basically, Red Velvet are uh... my girlfriends, back home, and they all came down with me to be my message system to wake me up. Because I got woken up, I remembered who I was in 2016. After that, it's just been messages in Kpop songs keeping me afloat. I'll show you. So Red Velvet has been sending me messages for a long time. Here's probably one of the most impactful ones. Remember, from your perspective, you're Archangel Michael, and you've planned all of this. You've put these people where they needed to be. You've designed the whole set. So to receive the messages is no big deal, right? So here, check it. I'm actually gonna watch this one with you guys, because it always hypes me up. https://youtu.be/c9RzZpV460k
Ok, so, maybe you can see a little bit why I'm at least getting screwed with a little bit, you see the lyrics? It's like they're talking straight to me man. And its like, kpop has been nudging me along, no matter what mood I'm in in reality or whatever place I'm at, the right song always comes out at the right time. For instance I was struggling with myself on whether or not I was going to move forward with any of this. This is my choice, I'm not suffering from a maladiction. I can choose to tell people or not tell people, I choose to share, I want connection. So anyways, look at this one, it was exactly what i needed to hear: https://youtu.be/JUJ3Pq74H4c
I know, I know... kpop girls aren't telling me to come pick them up. They are driving me to do something, though, however small that ever may be. And there's this thing I've always done to show people that I'm an angel without actually telling them. I put my thumbs together and spread my hands out, it's like code. And remember, these are all coming out at specific times. Watch this one, look at all the symbolism: https://youtu.be/R9At2ICm4LQ.
Man, I don't even know what to play after that one. Thats pretty much it you guys, that's basically all I wanted to show you, everything else is just going to be extra. It's all a complete waste of time anyways. I'll show you some more... let's see, there's other bands. There's Everglow. Like how it works is, we get everything ready in Heaven (we've got time), and then we like funnel everything to the earth to be put in when and where we will it to. Angels are like mega consciousness, we write scripts and, whatever, you're not going to believe me anyways. Let's see.
https://youtu.be/Z3RA7bi5FUM << fantastic song, really great message. I just don't think everglow is talking about themselves here. I know, I know, this is High Octane Narcicism if it's ever existed... if I'm such a narcicist then why are you such a sweet lil puppy dog huh, I could just numnumnum, oh why yes I could, I could just numnumnum all on those wittwe toesies, oh yes I could. Alright, one more everglow and we'll move on. Everglows a pirate, you say? Hmmm, what could that be code for... https://youtu.be/-2X-pL06628
I get it... but at least you guys aren't gonna judge me for it, because you guys can relate, right? Don't yall have stuff like this in your own lives? Anyways, there's one line in particular in this aespa song that gets me... see if you can figure out which one is the one messing with my head https://youtu.be/WPdWvnAAurg
Because like... I lost my memories and... it's whatever. Let's wrap back around to another Red Velvet video. You know how like, it's scripted? And like, I'm controlling the page? Well check out the symbolism and more obvious stuff in this next one... maybe you won't see it... it's obvious to me, but, well, you know 🤪 https://youtu.be/XGdbaEDVWp0
There's just... I dont know what to play next... that's really it, basically. I know it's dumb, but, I mean, I'm undettered, you know? Like I don't mind being classified as mentally ill, it's fine. I can still work something out. Let's see... dang feel my rhythm.... see they're all timed.... I'm like a sleeper agent haha and they had to wake me up but... it's stupid, I know.
https://youtu.be/xGr53sCo62c << this ones just a phenomenal song
Here's another one, straight up about God. Is Red Velvet a Christian band? I thought they were just general pop. https://youtu.be/YBnGBb1wg98
You cant take it away from me. I'm stronger now than I was when I didn't know. I fell for anything. Now I know which side I'm on. I don't listen to human beings about reality bro... I dont care how many degrees you've got. I'm God's Son, what are you going to do about it? I'm mentally ill? No I'm not. What else? I'm a narcicist? I love you, what else you got. I'm a troll? Go ahead.
My point is, I'm as mentally ill as you want me to be. If you want another patient... another sad case to be kept away, here I am. If you want me to do what I'm supposed to do, and free the earth, then I'll do that instead. You all are my guests, please, do whatever you wish with me. Let's see, what else should we play. Should I go? I guess I'll just show you guys some more cool songs while I'm here. This next ones a bop, I'm gonna listen to it too. I've been watching all the kpop vids with you.
Check this one out https://youtu.be/I3dezFzsNss
This one goes hard https://youtu.be/7OSSI5hgQVok
What about this one, you guys like adtr? https://youtu.be/Pn-6eOxnEMI
Yo you guys wanna listen to some Capitol Records while I'm gone? Me and my mom are going thrifting for chic new straight jackets. https://youtu.be/6CtVIHbi6bE
This ones awesome https://youtu.be/wapOqjQ4r_M
This ones super dope for those of us that have been in and out of the mental hospital, man, it sucks, they never have a guitar, I get crazier while I'm in there haha my guitar is like water to me, if I don't have access to it I'm like, gosh, like I can go on vacation or whatever it's just... I'm designed to play the guitar, you know what I mean? Here https://youtu.be/94bGzWyHbu0
https://youtu.be/7bDg7n-chhU << absolute classic.
Yo https://youtu.be/WumCI56iYUk
https://youtu.be/DWaB4PXCwFU
https://youtu.be/IHS3qJdxefY they really do be some boiz
This ones super cool, I love a7x they've always been my favorite band https://youtu.be/iJ-WsnaYDCg Tonight or Crime Stoppers: local lunatic "je" finally imprisoned today after, what some are calling, the funniest whoopee cushion prank gone SEXUAAL that we've ever seen. It was a fail but my God, the agility on that panda bear.
https://youtu.be/Z5NoQg8LdDk << these guys are so cool
Yo this ones hard too https://youtu.be/i7UkKEEGgAQ
This one goes hard https://youtu.be/wLdlw46Ru9I
https://youtu.be/lCPwR7R4hlA yuhhh it stayin hard bro, love chillin with yall
Have we already listened to ptv? I know we haven't heard this song yet https://youtu.be/icXUkIfZxyg
Sleeping with sirens is a cool band too, that's one of, that's the other guys band or whatever. They're not both in one band. https://youtu.be/_UwWYtLWEZg
This ones short but it's kind of cool https://youtu.be/xIQfK2fRNAg
Oh this one too https://youtu.be/yd4xjiRRVrI
https://youtu.be/nDcD62i0MpI
https://youtu.be/36stRPPIy2w this ones cool
https://youtu.be/bQ1yhsYr-hg interesting
This is terrifying, but in like, a good guys kind of way https://youtu.be/21dNBtcDzUg
https://youtu.be/4-NHVWecj2U
Yooooo fr tho like whaaaaat like no way dude https://youtu.be/Os_heh8vPfs
Yoooo this one you guys https://youtu.be/iTgcp1oDk2M
This one dude https://youtu.be/DcLfutPGouk
This one is also fire my dudes, you guys don't have to stay for these, I'm just playing music https://youtu.be/XA2YEHn-A8Q
This was one of their firsts https://youtu.be/0rtV5esQT6I
This ones pretty new, it's got a good beat https://youtu.be/vPwaXytZcgI
I haven't heard this one a ton of times, but nayeon is so cool https://youtu.be/f6YDKF0LVWw
https://youtu.be/rRgTMs_bGuI haha this ones so weird, like what are they even talking about?
I just wanna listen to this one one more time, then imma head out. I should probably be doing something with my day instead of posting random videos on like, random subreddits. But I guess this one isn't random, because I have bipolar too. Well, bipolar 1, too. Bipolar 1, as well. Also. I, you and i; gosh man, you guys should see me, I'm always swinging for the fences. Can't; in a crowd dude, my gosh bro, you wouldn't believe the carnage. Like upset me, you know what I mean? Like see what happens. Rrrrrgghh...... rrrrRRRRRGGHHHHH RADLEBLARABLEDABLABLE ... oh, right, alright, peace homies. Hope we all get feeling better soon. https://youtu.be/R9At2ICm4LQ
Ok I guess there's time for at least one more, https://youtu.be/QRN12TaTFlU is sooo cute.
I haven't actually heard this one many times, let's check it out, she's cute https://youtu.be/ShGVCembq70
This is another I haven't heard a whole lot of, I'm just going off recommended vids for a lot of these. https://youtu.be/SVgkNW2cENQ
How did I forget about this one, this one, mm, dude, this ones got like pop you know what I mean like, they bop it they're not crunching it like do you know what im saying? Like the whole thing is like a ring tone you know what I mean? https://youtu.be/EkSOOiMDGiY
Yo you guyssssss girls generation man, you guys wanna go on a girls generation run? 서녀시대 you know what my 글s are? Face it 남자, you're dead in 이믈을. You're going 아래 and face it, 퉁퉁해수퍼맨, https://youtu.be/F4-SxcCO5d0
I really like this song, but, because my daughter's name is Nova, but my ex won't let me show it to her because of my - you know, whatever. So like, she doesn't even know me. It's not a huge deal, noone does. I mean if you watch the videos you do, but, whatever I'm gonna roll in a minute. I had one what was it .. plub. Brb. Oh yeah duh holy you guys see what you're dealing with right now, grape jelly, boys and girls, spoonfuls, big heaping spoonfuls of grape jelly are now all over the walls of your poor, sweet, innocent subreddit: and behold, doth I flingeth mine spoon, mommy. Doth I swingeth mine spoon wi https://youtu.be/Z6FPJOgfCkc
Oo first few seconds of this one are a vibe, yall check this one out with me https://youtu.be/zvBNoSjlKG0
Dang, that was honestly really pretty. Ok, here's one more. https://youtu.be/0xdB_vo4r2c this ones so pretty have you guys heard this one?
I've honestly never heard this one before, let's see if it's cool https://youtu.be/eNmL4JiGxZQ
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This is the last post for this campaign. I want to thank the LFG community so immensely for how supportive you've all been. D&D has become my passion to the point of (healthy) obsession. Hundreds of NPC's, thousands of elements, resources, gosh even fish that populate our next campaign region. And even in the last 3 posts I've made friends that will last forever. Genuinely, I'm so grateful. So from the deepest, most genuine corner of my heart - THANK YOU. 🙏 Your enthusiasm, your spirit, your shared love for D&D – it's been a beacon of light in the darkest dungeons, a guide in the most confounding mazes. See you in "The Stranger"! 🎲💕
Original post: https://www.reddit.com/lfg/comments/13gfsqa/online5eetutc4_the_stranger_cosmic_horro (graciously reviewed and approved by the subreddit mods)
This is Post (4/4), we're posting this four weeks in a row before making final picks.
Preface
This is a long post - crazy long even. That's because we care so much to find those just as impassioned as we are about this amazing hobby. We love high quality D&D campaigns, and we believe it takes effort and time to make it happen. If you take the effort to get through learning about us in this post, reading every word with care and interest, we will do the same with your application.
Our commitments:

• We will respond personally to each and every application, giving constructive feedback and/or move you to the next stage!

How to Apply

• Application Link: https://www.avarra.world
• Promo Video: https://youtu.be/RbfQWegafX8
• Sample session: https://youtu.be/FDNHxkNXM5Y?t=13120 (We're doing something new for the next campaign, and while not quite full-effort, this is a closer example of what we're going for)
• Ask a question about the lore or world in the comments! And we'll respond in character (from one of our many current character). Thumbs us up or down this post, interact to help us be visible!
• The rest are provided after application has been submitted.
• Need to get in touch privately? My discord is Wes#8045.

World Preface

In the enchanted realm of Avarra, where high magic weaves its intricate web through the fabric of existence, a burgeoning form of sorcery takes root. Secluded on the island city of Crowperch, the pursuit and mastery of void magic are richly rewarded, enticing arcanists from the farthest reaches of the world to unravel its mysteries. Yet, the enigmatic allure of Crowperch extends beyond the arcane; a diverse tapestry of industry, history, and craftsmanship entwines the island's very essence.
Beneath the surface, the island's riches reveal themselves: the mines and quarries, abundant with untapped potential, and the surrounding seas, offering bounties from the ocean's depths. Ancient archaeological sites whisper secrets of bygone eras, while artisans ply their remarkable skills on the bustling city streets. Tales of a long-forgotten, rumored treasure continue to captivate the imaginations of adventurers and sightseers alike.
But one must pay a steep price for this wealth of opportunity and intrigue. It is wise to avert one's gaze from the iron grip of autocratic rule and the unyielding scrutiny that looms over the island's denizens. For those who venture to Crowperch, a single obligation remains: seek your heart's desire, and then depart – for the island's enigmatic embrace is not meant to last forever.

Application Overview
In this sacred fellowship, we stand steadfast in the face of the dreaded D&D group killers. Our commitment to this game is unwavering, for it is not just a hobby, but a way of life - an appointment that must be kept at all costs. For us, the work does not end with character creation or worldbuilding. Nay, we strive for a deep understanding of each character, for their hopes and dreams, their fears and flaws, so that we may weave a complex and enthralling campaign that will leave you breathless. We implore you, dear adventurer, to show up regularly and with a burning passion in your heart. Let your excitement be infectious, let your dedication be unwavering.
Overview

• Game Day: Saturday
• Players: 6 (5 Regular, 0-1 Floating/Guest)
• DM(s): 2 (1 Regular, 0-1 Floating/Guest)
• Game Length: 3 Months mini-arc, then decide whether to continue. However accommodate for 1-2 years on your schedule.
• Start Date: First week of September (Yes, 5 months away)

Selection Criteria (In order of importance)

• Qualification: TTRPG Experience, RP/Improv Ability
• Questionnaire answers
• Participation in One-Shots & Community so we can get to know you.

Investment
This campaign is getting some big investment. All players will get custom commissions of their characters, animated. Additionally, we are commissioning all maps, tokens, flairs, and elements to make this truly something special.
Campaign Preface

As twilight descended upon the restless sea, the ancient ship, Her Royal Rose, creaked under the weight of its cargo. Its passengers, a motley assortment of scholars, fisherman, guard and others with business on the island of Crowperch, sit tightly in cramped quarters. Even as the tempestuous winds moaned through crevasse and open windows, the opportunities and tasks that beckon them to the island keep them going, a siren's call that drowned out the ocean's roar.The skies above were an oppressive tapestry of writhing clouds, their tendrils suffocating the last vestiges of daylight as if to obscure the path to the island. A shroud of mist swallowed the horizon, leaving the ship to navigate through a nebulous labyrinth, its destination only guaranteed by Captain Alaric Thorne.
As Her Royal Rose inched closer to Sove, the air grew heavy with mist and sea salt which deposited itself gradually on the railings, sails and masts. Little Henry Williams, the ship's messenger runs throughout the halls pattering on each door, "The captain has an announcement, all to the deck. The captain has an announcement, all to the deck." The clacking of his wooden foot pattering one after another with each step, a disfigurement he earned while working aboard Her Royal Rose.
Captain Alaric Thorne stood on the deck, the salty wind tugging at his weathered features. His voice rang out, its timbre heavy with authority and unease, as he addressed the gathered passengers."Ladies and gentlemen, I must bring to your attention an unfortunate turn of events. It seems the Saturation has arrived earlier than anticipated this year. As many of you know, this phenomenon causes an unnaturally heavy accumulation of salt in the air, resulting in deposits that weigh down our vessel."He paused, letting the gravity of the situation settle upon his passengers before continuing, "This unexpected occurrence has forced us to halt our usual schedule, for the safety of both the ship and her passengers. Once Her Royal Rose arrives, she will remain anchored at Sove until the Saturation clears, as navigating these treacherous waters under such conditions would be inviting disaster."
A murmur of concern rippled through the crowd, many who were on this voyage planned their departure prior to The Saturation. The captain raised his hand to quell their rising unease. "I understand this may cause you some inconvenience, but I assure you, we will resume our journey as soon as it is safe to do so. In the meantime, you may continue your research, tasks and exploration on the island. Sove is well stocked and very hospitable to travelers especially those displaced during our seasonal shifts."
With that, Captain Thorne turned away, leaving the passengers to ponder the implications of his words as the first tendrils of salt-laden mist began to coil around the ship, heralding the arrival of the Saturation.
In the dimly lit corners of their minds, the passengers could sense a truth they dared not confront: Their voyage to Crowperch was going to be a lot longer than they had hoped. As the ship drew nearer to the island, the shadows beneath the spires of the fortress atop the mountain loomed over the ship, casting a shadow over what little moonlight illuminated the darkness.

Technology

• D&D Beyond: We own ALL books on D&D Beyond, and all of them will be at your disposal for your campaign.
• Owlbear Rodeo 2.0: This new VTT is extremely promising, and has the customization ability for us to do VERY interesting unique things. We're switching here from Roll20.
• Discord: Voice chat & messenger for our campaigns. Video is required, however is not recorded. Offline RP included!
• Obsidian: How players track the world's expanding lore, and how we the DM's keep track of things. You don't have to use this, but it's a highly recommended tool for note taking.
• Recorded Sessions: Sessions will be recorded, edited and posted online. Proceeds from monetization will be used to level up our recording, roleplaying, technology and setup, get commissions, maps and such. Players will not be paid for participation, however this is possible for the future if we grow. Sessions are recorded using OBS.

Monetization
So we are still small, so monetization isn’t at the top of our list. That said, our goal is to

1. Play Excellent D&D
2. Donate to charity
3. Re-invest to make better content and
4. Compensate players to allow them to play more D&D.

How specifically that all happens is still obscured by the mists of time. By participating in this campaign players release all intellectual property created for the campaign to Roll for Impact and related brands. Please note that this is meaningless while we're still small, but consider this hopeful thinking for our success. The next campaign is getting SO much effort, so we want to stay safe.
Campaign Rules

• Backstory: Crafting a compelling backstory for your character is essential for a great adventure. By providing a reason for your character to be adventuring with others and offering plot hooks for the DM to work with. Rather than focusing on build concepts, take this opportunity to create a real, relatable character. Who knows what unexpected twists and turns your backstory might bring to the campaign? So, let's get to writing - your character's fate is in your hands!
• Stats: Ah, stats - the bread and butter of any adventurer's character sheet. But let's face it, nobody likes a Mary Sue or a Jim The Commoner. That's why we're going to be rolling 4d6 drop the lowest, but with a twist! Each player will only generate one stat, which will then be compiled into one array for everyone to use. That way, you still get the fun of rolling, but we won't have any lopsided parties where one person is carrying the whole team. Because let's be real, nobody wants to be stuck playing the equivalent of a wet noodle while someone else is shooting laser beams out of their eyes. So, roll those dice and let fate decide your fate!
• Starting Level: Starting our campaign at level 3 makes sense because many classes get their major features at level 3, avoiding the issue of players missing out on the fun stuff. This also prevents weird mid-game transformations that can come from certain builds and allows for multiclass combos right out of the gate. So, let's start the adventure with confidence and balance, knowing that we've got all the good stuff from the get-go!

Homebrew

• Free Feat: We're giving you an extra feat at first level, but with a catch - it must tie into your backstory or character design in a compelling way. By doing this, we hope to reduce the cookie-cutter nature of low level characters and encourage backstory development. Rather than just taking a feat because you need it, we want you to create a unique and interesting character from the get-go. So, let's spice things up and see what kind of story you can bring to the table!
• Healing Potions: Get the max benefit as an action, or use a bonus action to get the rolled benefit.
• Flanking: Flanking now grants a +2 to hit instead of advantage, and you can't flank someone if you're being flanked yourself. But that's not all - if three or more combatants are flanking a single enemy, that enemy is officially Surrounded, and you get a +5 to melee weapon attacks. So, let's get out there and show those enemies what it means to be surrounded by a bunch of hyped-up adventurers! (But remember, enemies get the same benefit too.)
• Zero HP & Exhaustion: Everyone takes the homebrew feat Battle Fatigue. This homebrew rule makes repeated downs more punishing on players in a campaign. You may be downed (Con Modifier) times before receiving one point of exhaustion. Each time this ticker fills up, reset it and add one point of exhaustion.
• Starting Common Magic Item: At first level, all characters get a common magic item of their choice. Similar to feats, this must be related to your backstory.
• Dual Wielding: RAW, DW doesn't allow you to add the modifier to the attack, so we add the modifier to the roll like a normal roll. You still get a weaker weapon, but now at least you get to get more power from the attack.
• Resurrection: (Modified Critical Role Rules) Resurrection isn't easy, folks - you'll need to pass a DC of 10 just to be brought back. But that's just the beginning. The party can all contribute to aiding in your resurrection with multiple ability checks, and even sacrifices in the deceased's name. The Dungeon Master determines the DC for each check and makes a final resurrection roll to see if the ritual is successful. The DC for this final roll depends on how many times the character has been resurrected before and how successful the contributions were. So, bring your A-game (and maybe a goat or two) if you want to make it back from the great beyond. Each resurrection adds +5 to the DC, before party contributed modifiers.
• Death Saving Throws: These are rolled privately to the DM.
• Slow Natural Healing: Characters don't regain hit points at the end of a long rest. Instead, a character can spend Hit Dice to heal at the end of a long rest, just as with a short rest. A long rest allows the use of up to half of your total Hit Dice, +1 for sleeping somewhere comfortable, +1 for having a meal/ ration. Order: The character regains half their hit dice, then they can spend their hit dice to recover hit points.
• Silvery barbs: Silvery barbs is a second level spell.

Table Homebrew

• Turn Time Limits: We're keeping things moving with turn time limits, folks. Pay attention on other player's turns and avoid flipping through your PHB or counting dice ad nauseam. Exceptions are made for new players or chaotic combat, but we want you to look up spells and rules off-turn whenever possible. Slow combat leads to mental check-outs and boredom, so let's keep things snappy. If your turn takes too long, someone else will jump in front of you. It's like musical chairs, but with spells and swords instead.
• New Homebrew: If you've got some hot new content you want to play with, I'm your guy. Just slide into my DMs and let me take a look. Now, I'm not saying I'm gonna approve everything - I mean, some of you are out here trying to create a race of sentient cheese wheels (looking at you, Matt) - but I'll do my best to give you clear, concise well informed ruling on it.

Scheduling

• Session Length: ~7 Hours
• Scheduling Firm Up: Sessions are scheduled concretely, but we will firm up every 4 weeks on the next month's schedule for conflicts. Exceptions are always made for life events or serious circumstances. Life happens, and we understand that sometimes we or you may need to cancel. This is always fine, provided it is not regularly occurring. Our schedules are made every 4 weeks in advance. If your game days are always difficult to schedule, this may not be the campaign for you. In regards to scheduling, you must be able to open a clear line of communication between the DM throughout the week, in case of any emergency schedule changes or conflicts. If you are a hard person to get in touch with every week, again, this may not be the campaign or group for you.

Session Structure

• Start: Everyone arrives to the table and calls in on Discord. Players should also take this time to open up all the required programs and have all their materials ready. We also suggest getting some snacks here too! Bonus points for a tasty beer as well!
• Recap & Warmup (30 min): After arriving and having all our materials prepared, we begin our first activity of the session: Player Recaps! We will do this every single week, and it should be a great tool for getting insight into each character’s head and getting us caught up. We may play warm up games, and roleplay challenges.
• Session (2.5 hours): Well, this is of course where the magic happens! We roll dice, we laugh, the DM laughs, the dice laugh, the dice are mimics, oh no…
• Break (30 min): These breaks do not include bio breaks or your need to use the restroom. If you ever need to run to the bathroom or refill your glass real quick, you’re good!
• Session Continued (2.5 hours): We’ll carry on through the second part of the session!
• Session Recap (30 min): We'll discuss what happened during the session, as well as what we plan to do next session, while we finalize session notes.

Playstyle

• Roleplay: Get ready for some serious roleplaying, folks, because that's what we're all about. We're looking at a 70/30 split of roleplay to combat, maybe even heavier on the roleplay. It's all about immersing ourselves in the world of Avarra and telling a great story together. Sure, there may be some deviations depending on the scenarios and encounters, but we're here to communicate and engage with each other and the world on a deeper level. So, let's put on our acting hats and dive headfirst into the magical realm of Avarra.
• Hyper immersion: We're not just here to hack and slash our way through this world - we're here to really get into the nitty-gritty details. I'm talking about the flavors in each mug of ale or wine at the local tavern (because let's be real, nobody likes a bland drink), cooking around the campfire under a tree during a cool and rainy night, and even delving into the plot of that book you just picked up on your way out of town. And let's not forget about forming real relationships with your fellow characters. After all, who wants to adventure with a bunch of strangers? We're here to create meaningful connections and really bring this world to life. And to all you hack-and-slashers out there - sorry, but this might not be the group for you.
• Note Taking: The pen is mightier than the sword! And let me tell you, if you want to get the most out of Avarra, it's better to be a note taker. Especially in this next campaign! We're talking about a world that's drenched in complexity and nuance, from the setting to the story to the characters that inhabit it. And let's not forget about those intricate and subtle webs that outline the machinations of the antagonists. Oh yeah, we're going deep. But here's the deal - nothing is handed to you on a silver platter in this campaign. You're gonna have to work for it. That means constantly paying attention, working with each other, and using those note-taking skills to uncover all the hidden secrets this world has to offer. And who knows, maybe you'll even uncover some secrets about your fellow adventurers along the way. (Hey, it's possible, right?) So grab your pens, folks, because we've got a lot of worldbuilding to do.
• Teamwork: teamwork makes the dream work! We're not just a bunch of individual characters running around doing our own thing - we're building a story together that encompasses every player and character. This isn't just your story, and it's not just the DM's story. This is OUR story, and we're all playing a crucial role in it. That means you need to be a team player and work together to overcome the challenges ahead. Trust me, you're gonna need each other to survive this campaign. And hey, who knows - maybe you'll even make some lifelong friends along the way.
• Immersion: If you can be in character, you should be in character! Roleplaying is all about improv, saying yes, and going with the flow. And let's be real, the best roleplay experiences can't happen if people are constantly breaking character for no reason. I mean, that's just not good improv, folks. So, here's the deal - we expect our players to remain in character as often as possible at the table. This is theater, after all, and we need to act like we're on stage. So let's embrace our inner thespians, folks, and get ready to bring this story to life like never before.
• Rules and Terms & Conditions: Excluding homebrew, the overall rules of “gameplay” are pretty standard and in accordance with RAW.
• Milestone Leveling: You'll level up according to the story. This means that we can focus less on the grind and more on a steady progression as the story builds. And let's be real, who wants to spend all their time grinding anyway? (Not me, that's for sure. #worldbuilding).
• Table Etiquette: Be willing to listen to others and grow. I mean, let's be real - part of growing close to others and forming real relationships is learning that you can't just have carbon copies of yourself. And let's face it, none of us are perfect. So, here's the deal - emotions might flare up, idiosyncrasies might arise, and sometimes, there might be a little friction. But that's all part of being human, folks. And to be a truly good friend and player, you must always be willing to listen to your peers and adapt accordingly. I mean, that's just part of being an adult. And who knows - maybe you'll learn a thing or two about yourself along the way. (Or maybe you'll just learn that you're really bad at listening. Either way, it's a learning experience.) So let's embrace our humanity, folks, and get ready to form some real relationships at this table.
• Communication: Poor scheduling and bad communication are like the kryptonite of D&D campaigns. And we don't want any kryptonite around here, do we? (No, we do not.) So, if you're part of this group, that means you've gotta keep those communication lines open. If you're someone who likes to manipulate your availability or you're just plain untrustworthy when it comes to communication, well, let's just say that you'll be removed faster than a married paladin in a brothel. (Okay, maybe that's not the best analogy, but you get the idea.)
• Showtime: Alright folks, it's time to shine! When we all arrive at the table, it's like the lights come on and the show begins! I mean, we take a lot of pride and care with our performance here, and we treat it like real theater most of the time. (No, we don't have an intermission or a concession stand, but we're working on it.) It's okay if you're not the best voice actor or you don't have a Shakespearean-level monologue prepared. (Although if you do, please share. We're always looking for some high-quality entertainment.) What matters to us is that you tried and put in the effort. Because at the end of the day, that's what makes this campaign special - the effort and enthusiasm that we all bring to the table.
• Pay attention: When someone's consistently getting distracted it's easy to derail the immersion and fun, it's like throwing a wrench in the whole machine. And let me tell you, it's not a fun sound. That's why we have specific policies in place to make sure everyone's time and effort is being respected. And listen, we all get it - sometimes the outside world can be pretty darn distracting. (Have you seen TikTok lately? It's a black hole, I tell ya.) But here's the deal - we hold each other accountable for paying attention and staying focused, because we all want to have a good time and make the most of this campaign.
• Spotlight: Do you find yourself hogging the spotlight/air every session? Are you someone who constantly talks over others? Are you selfish about the story and really only care about where your character is going every episode? Are you hoarding all the gold and being a murder hobo? This group isn’t for you.

What We Expect & Ask of You

• As the Dungeon Master, I want to make it clear that we're not just looking for players - we're looking for friends. Our aim is to build real, lasting friendships through this game. We've been playing together for a while and plan on playing for even longer. As we add more people to our community, we hope to grow together as a team!
• We don't want any satellite players here. We want active members who will contribute to the group beyond just showing up and playing.
• Honesty is crucial to us. We demand that everyone in our group has integrity not only for us, but for themselves as well. Whether it's scheduling conflicts, personal issues, or anything in between, we want friends who will be honest with each other. As the saying goes, "If you don't heal your wounds, you end up bleeding on others you might care for."
• Players are here to play, not watch. We want everyone at the table to engage with the world, the DM, and their fellow players. If you're taking up a seat at this table, you must actively participate in the story every session. You cannot sit back and listen to it.
• This campaign is meant to be challenging. It's supposed to be deep, confusing, and enthralling around every corner. There are no billboards telling you where to go next, no tutorials, and no easy modes. The intricate web being spun by the many powers of this story and world will take all of your combined minds to figure out. Our group wants a game that keeps us on our toes, so if you think you can just "fight" your way to victory, you'll be dead by morning light.
• Lastly, we love theory crafting. We want everyone to give their input and help us figure out the best moves for the group. Part of being an active player here is contributing to the campaign and helping us navigate this crazy world. So let's get ready to play and work together to make this an unforgettable campaign!

Timeline:

• Stage 2 Interviews: 5/29/23-6/22/23
• Public Applications Close: 6/12/23
• Stage 3 Interviews: 6/23/23-7/1/23
• Final Picks: 7/15/23 (or as soon as possible)
• Campaign Start Date: 8/5/23 or 8/6/23

I realize this might seem like a very intensive process, however we're being very thorough. Because we have gotten so many excellent applicants, we are going to have no choice but to make some hard decisions.
Picks:

• 1 Full-time Player
• 5-6 Guest Players; These will play notable NPC/PCs for dedicated sections or arcs. Arcs will be designed with YOU in mind. We might expand this list depending on how this goes with the first few people, and how many sessions it takes to close out an arc.
• (Maybe) some Alt/Guest DMs; These will voice one or more characters, recurring antagonists, etc.

Are you a dungeon master?
Making campaigns like these is our passion. We love going HIGH production value, HIGH quality. If this is something that you love too and you want to dungeon master in our world, we would LOVE to talk to you. As you can tell from this post, there's not enough dungeon masters out there doing this (clearly way overboard) level of effort.

I had a few minutes, and have been thinking over and over how I expect an ending of BTSV to go. Here’s my script-based version of what I’m betting on, assuming a happy ending route.
Not looking for feedback necessarily, as I’m not exactly a screenwriter (thank goodness), but this is what was swirling around in my head considering that, I believe, 1610 Miles is the one that, in canon, ended up on Earth 8 marrying Gwen Stacey. And I try to insert callback references that I think would be likely.
More interested to see if people think something along these lines is relatively likely to happen 🤓. Probably more fan-fiction than anything else.
Calling my shot now to see if this is anywhere close to BTSV next year!

• End Movie Scene -

[Screen pans to the Morales’ apartment complex, to Miles’ old bedroom. And then scans quickly up to an identically placed bedroom at the top floor].
ADULT MILES: [in seated position] And that’s how we saved the multiverse!
[Miles closes Spider-Man comic book that he was reading from. He gets up and leans over something, smiling softly. He is wearing his Spider-Man outfit, sans mask.]
MILES: [Sighs, still smiling softly]. What a day.
[Panel cuts to someone walking through the house to the bedroom. Panels scan over several items shown on the walls as they walk by, showing some major events of Miles’ life. You see a couple Princeton degrees on the wall, next to an unidentified degree, and a record on the wall. There is a Nobel Prize award for quantum particle/dimensional research for a team including Miles. Screen pans to a wedding photo of Miles and Gwen, with Rio and Jefferson, George Stacey, and a bunch of the Spider- People in the background (Peter B. as best man).
[Screen pans back to MILES, focusing in behind him. ADULT GWEN comes into screen behind Miles, resting on the door frame, arms crossed. She is wearing her Spider-Woman outfit, also sans mask.]
GWEN: [Teasingly] Charlotte fell asleep to the spider-verse story again, didn’t she?
MILES: [Nods.] Hey, it’s a great story though!
GWEN: [Still teasingly] I know. I was there, remember? The fate of the multiverse and everything. You ready to get going?
MILES: [Half turns around] In a minute! I just texted the padres, they’ll be up soon to babysit.
[Gwen smiles and turns to leave. Miles shoots a web at her, Andrew Garfield style, and twirls her into his arms.]
GWEN: Oh! [Laughs Shortly] Hello!
MILES: [Gestures.] How’d we get so lucky?
[Panel opens to show a baby sleeping in a crib (roughly Mayday’s age), clutching the knitted Spider-Man mask that Peter B.’s Mayday had.]
GWEN: [Smiles and pokes his chest.] Oh, probably because I’m awesome. [Miles chuckles, nodding his head.]
Gwen puts her hand on his cheek] And so are you, Miles. Luck had nothing to do with it. Don’t ever forget that. [They kiss briefly.]
[They are interrupted by the sound of sirens going by. You hear a staticky announcement over their police scanner. “10-30 in Progress, Shocker and Doc Ock involved, all units please respond.”]
[Camera pans to Gwen, with her mask on.]
GWEN: Ready?
[Camera pans to Miles, now with his mask on.]
MILES: Always.
[Miles clicks a button on his web shooter that starts beeping. The two swing out of the apartment.]
MILES: Let’s run this back one final time. For real this time. My name is Miles Morales. For the last 15 years, I’ve been this Earth’s one, and only, Spider-Man.
I got bitten by a radioactive spider. Made some lifelong friends. Found a mentor. Lost my Uncle Aaron. Saved my dad. Oh, and saved New York. Again, and again, and again. Connected the multiverses together. And married my best friend.
GWEN: [Swings ahead of Miles] Who, since, has been the one, and only, Spider-Woman, thank you.
MILES: Oh, and we also saved the entire multiverse together. Ask Miguel. He really doesn’t like to talk about that.
Who am I? I’m Spider-Man. But I’m not the only one. Not by a long shot. And with our family, and friends, alongside us, no matter how many hits we take, we will always find a way to come back.
[Dimensional portal opens up, and PETER B. swings in, with TEENAGER MAYDAY in superhero costume joining him. NOIR, HAM, PAVITR, HOBIE, and PENI follow.]
MILES: Just remember, anyone can wear the mask. YOU, can wear the mask. But no matter what: what you do with your story, your life? Well, that’s up to you. Nobody else decides that for you. If you didn’t know that before, I hope you know that now.
[The Spider-group swings across buildings into the sunset]

• End Scene -
  
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Involves 90s Spider-Man interrupting THE SPOT in some inter-dimensional hijinx.

What is everybody's favorite head/skin combo for our favorite siren? For me it's Trigger Pull/All-Seeing Eye.

Original Prompt: [WP] You’ve recently started a new job as a lighthouse attendant. The job is great, and most days the peace and quiet are almost enough to make up for the others. Almost. See, when Eldritch abominations arise from the ocean, you’re the first place they go. Lucky for you, you’ve got a secret weapon. (link)
It was obvious that the lighthouse was out of the way, but only walking all the way from the nearest town truly reinforced what that meant. If help was needed, it would take almost an hour of driving, followed by twenty minutes of walking just to get here, much less to get back. While that alone put me on edge, it only got worse as I got close enough to see the building itself properly. The walls and door seemed to be covered in scratches, and the smell of dead fish and salt hung in the air.
I knocked on the door, and waited for a minute. Then I knocked again, harder this time. Finally I pounded on the door as hard as I could. As my efforts continued to be fruitless, I pulled out my cell phone and began dialing the lighthouse keeper's phone, thinking that he may have already left. As I was typing in the number, the slot on the door opened, and a pair of eyes peered out.
"Who are ya?" the old lighthouse keeper asked from within.
"Uh, I'm the housesitter. Jon Nemoy hired me, he said to tell you not to be late. Not sure what he was referring to, but that's what he said," I said.
"Of course he did, the crotchety old recordkeeper just loves to take away our excuses for not attending these wastes of time," he said. The slot in the door slammed shut before the door itself swung open. The man behind it was definitely in his later years, his muscular frame etched with scars and an old-fashioned heavy linen coat hanging off his shoulders. "Well, you might as well come in, I'm not going to say I couldn't use a break..."
As the aged man held open the door, I stepped inside. The inside looked just as derelict as the outside, though it was less because of physical damage and more a simple lack of cleaning and housekeeping. Sand and dirt covered the floor, and the wallpaper was discolored and peeling off. There was a large harpoon hanging on the wall, which was covered in some sort of dried fluid I wasn't inclined to ask about.
"The job itself is simple enough. Stay here, turn the light on when it's needed, turn it off when it's not," he said, leading me up the stairs.
"How do I know when it's needed?" I asked.
"Well, my predecessor put up this chart to gauge the light," he said, tapping on an old, sunbleached poster that hung on the wall near one of the windows. "But it's gotten a bit faded. There's a better way though, you see that rock out there in the sea?"
The old man gestured out the window toward a white rock that stood just off the coast, hard to miss compared to the vast nothingness of the open sea.
"When you stop being able to see it, the light needs to be on," he said, continuing up the stairs.
As we reached the top, he gestured toward the massive light.
"This place was built centuries ago, but the light got replaced recently so it shouldn't give you any trouble. Just flip that lever and it'll start up," he said, patting the heavy iron level sticking out of the floor. Despite his flippancy, it looked like it would be difficult to move it without six inch biceps.
"I should probably ask, how long will you need me to stay?" I asked.
"Who the hell knows? Grandmaster Nemoy could be done in an hour, in which case I'll be back in the morning, or it could be weeks before whatever vote he's calling us in for gets resolved," the keeper said.
"I see," I said, pulling out my cell phone. I quickly began composing a text to my boss, to give her a head's up about the details of the job that I hadn't been informed of, such as the fact that we didn't have a solid timeframe for it.
"Oh, I see, yes that could be a problem," the old man said. From the angle, it was unlikely he could see my phone, but he quickly began walking back down the stairs. They squeaked like angry seagulls as we descended. He stopped at the bottom, planting a hand on the rotary phone that jutted out of the wall.
"Phone numbers are in that book. The first page is Marina's restaurant, they'll deliver here but make sure you tip at least 30% since they have to come so far. Second is the grocer, they won't deliver but if you put the order in before you head out then they'll have everything ready by the time you arrive. Third is... Ah, I really am becoming a salty old dog, I nearly forgot to warn you," the keeper said, turning back toward the door. From this angle, I could see that there was a large wooden beam that could easily be dropped over the brackets on the sides of the entryway to hold the door shut.
"If you see anything... weird at the door, don't let it in. This place is so out of the way you shouldn't be getting any visitors at all, so treat anyone who comes with suspicion. In case they DO get in, well, that harpoon isn't just for show," the old man said. "There's a rifle hidden under the light upstairs if you need it, but that's more in case you're up there when something happens. If all else fails, and ONLY if all else fails, go into the basement."
I looked around, not seeing any way to the basement. The old keeper tapped his foot on the ground, a hollow sound revealing the hatch near our feet. It was sturdy, and nearly invisible thanks to all the sand.
"And in case you didn't catch it the first time, DO NOT go into the basement unless you absolutely NEED to. Davy Jones hates to be woken up, and he will absolutely try to escape if given the chance, but he will protect you from whatever is trying to get you... In any case, the third page of that book has the number for the Order of the Purging Light, make sure you report anything that happens to them. It's not my job to hunt monsters, and it certainly isn't yours, so let the people who are meant to do that job know that there's work to be done," the keeper said.
"Uh... I'm not sure all of this is in my contract," I said.
"I'm sure the Grandmaster can afford to pay you extra for the trouble, and it's not as hard as it sounds. Most nights you'll just be sitting around anyway," the keeper said. "Oh, and if you need to go to town for any reason, there's a key under the phone book and a dock down the right-hand path from the front door. It's only a twenty minute trip by boat, even with that shoddy old dinghy I keep down there."
"Twenty minutes? But it took over an hour to get here by car!" I said.
"This place is older than the steam engine, it was meant to be trafficked by boat. Yes, it's a bit of a flaw that the main line of access is by sea given that the building is meant to warn away ships, but you can blame the first keeper for that," the old man said. "Anyway, that's the job, I should get moving before Ol' Nemoy gets his hackles up over me being late."
As he turned toward the door, someone knocked on it from the outside.
"Oh for fuck's sake..." the old man said. He walked over and opened the eye-level slot to peer outside. I crept up next to him and got just enough of an angle to see what looked like me standing outside.
"Hello! I'm the housekeeper! Let me in so I can keep the house for you!" Not-me said. Even through the door, the smell the sea wafting off of them, overwhelming the ambient stink of the lighthouse interior.
"You're too late, Cindy, the housekeeper is already here," the old man said.
"I am not Cindy, I am the housekeeper known as Crawfish," my doppelganger said. I was already starting to feel a little offended at her terrible accent, even though it didn't resemble my own voice at all.
"Actually it's Crawford," I said.
"Of course, what a silly mistake! I am the Crawford known as Crawfish," the doppelganger said.
"Kid, don't help the siren. She will try to eat you if you let her in," the keeper said.
"Please open the door soon! I am very tired and need to sit down!" the siren said.
"Just go back to the sea, Cindy, we're not fooled," the keeper said.
"I am not this Cindy, but I do suddenly have to do something back at my land vehicle. I will return soonly," the siren said.
The keeper waited as my doppelganger walked away from the door and down toward the dock path. She moved awkwardly, as if her bones were aligned in a manner that could be considered somewhat unconventional for a human.
"Yeah, she'll probably be back in a few hours, maybe several times before she gets bored. Like I said, don't open the door for anything, not even me. I have a key if I need to get back in, and while she's a terrible actor she's quite a proficient shapeshifter," he said.
The old man opened the door, stepping through and slamming it shut behind him. I could hear the door lock, and began settling in for what could end up being a very long job.

"It hit me from out of the blue. Breaking me out of the spell I was in, Making all of my wishes come true" -Joey Scarbury, Believe It Or Not, 1981

"Police!!!" Anastasia chimed. "I love this song...every li'l thing...she does is tragic...hanging my umbrella...But its always you that ends up getting..."
"That isn't the words." Cynthia glared.
"At least I'm not a prude." Anastasia shoved her friend playfully.
The two girls had walked into Belly's Arcade of the Lloyd Center Mall. They had escaped the thundering cloudburst outside as the storm predicted on the radio finally hit Portland with nearly two inches of rain on the way. The downpour could be heard above the sounds of games like Defender, Tempest and Galaga.
"Let's play Mizz Packa Mon." Anastasia deepened her voice and made a beeline for her favorite game. She had an entire roll of quarters burning a hole in her pocket. Cynthia just came to watch. Her five dollars was spent earlier when the two girls had gone to see Clash of the Titans. They stopped at the machine named Ms. Pac-Man and Anastasia got right into it, lining up some quarters atop it. "I can't believe nobody was in line for our girl."
"There is Raymond." Cynthia was looking around for the older boy. He was playing something else instead. His high-score on Ms. Pac-Man, of 633,580, was unbeatable and he had lost interest, apparently.
"Just because he goes to Lincoln, doesn't make him smart. This is the best game ever and it will always be the best game ever. In fact, he is very stupid." Anastasia said as she played the game. "He should ask me out, but he is too stupid."
To this last comment, both girls giggled.
Cynthia soon quoted: "He's equipped with the right brains and education, but wholly out of the habit of using them."
"Clark Ashton Smith?" Anastasia guessed which one of Cynthia's Poe's quotes that one was.
"Lovecraft." Cynthia said dreamily.
"Yeah right." Anastasia rolled her eyes and lost a life. "Raymond." she said with the same dreamy tone-of-voice and pointed at the teenager behind them with her thumb.
"What?" Cynthia asked defensively.
"I heard from my dad that all your favorite authors were creepy in real-life." Anastasia teased.
"No he wasn't." Cynthia got more defensive. She decided to leave Anastasia standing there and go talk to Raymond; because her friend had upset her with that comment.
She went over to the older boy and watched him playing the new game. It was called Polybius. Cynthia recognized this as Greek for something, but wasn't sure what it meant.
"It is booked." Raymond noticed her standing there. "Go play Ms. Pac-Man. Its all yours."
Cynthia stood there, transfixed by the flashing graphics. It was like no other game she had ever seen before. Polybius was a puzzle-shooter with intense graphics and detailed animation and had beautiful theme-music and smooth game play.
Polybius was like a window to another world; where blocks were hit with a beam controlled by the player and moved or destroyed at will. Some fell slow while others fell fast, trying to assemble something that looked like a boat. But Raymond had done it and another level began. This time a castle was shown and then it flew apart into the different blocks and he began controlling the beam to assemble that object next. Some blocks didn't fit and he could blow them up. If he made a mistake the block would reappear and fall faster. Some of the unfit blocks gave out power ups or extra lives as a reward. The beam could split, with the power-ups, or become a net or move quicker across the screen. The music was surreal and ethereal and the graphics made it look intense and mature. She couldn't look away.
"What is this game?" Cynthia asked, mesmerized.
"Polybius." Raymond said simply. His usual superlicious tone was gone. He sounded charmed and attentive. Like he was saying "Jesus saves and all is forgiven."
"Its so gnarly." Cynthia agreed, echoing the reverence in her own voice.
"It is gnarly, isn't it?" Raymond was losing on level three of the game but suddenly a knight appeared on the bottom of the screen, like a cartoon character, and blocked a number of the fast falling blocks with his shield before saluting the player with his sword. Then the apparition was gone.
"Did you see that?" Raymond was amazed. "I got that power up earlier but I couldn't use it until I got here. I had to hit a block with the same edges, the rounded edges. Look, there is another one."
"For the next level?" Cynthia grasped the mechanic quickly.
"Yes but I haven't gotten that far. In level two it is a fisherman with a net for the rounded block from level one. Gnarly, huh?"
"So." Cynthia nodded, wide-eyed.
Raymond lost his last life and the screen went back to the title screen after showing his new high-score. It was just a list of numbers, anonymous.
"No initials input?" Cynthia frowned.
"That's the only part that's bogus. The rest of the game rules." Raymond looked at her. He was done playing and offered her his spot. Some other boys made disapproving grunts and comments. They were waiting nearby to play Polybius next after Raymond.
Raymond ceremoniously put in two quarters off of the machine where he had left them and then stepped aside for her.
"Ladies first." Cynthia was grinning as she began to play Polybius at the head of the line. She only got to the beginning of the second level on her first attempt before she too had failed to assemble the boat, as that level came to be called. She had made the word 'Polybius' of the first level but the boat level was much more difficult. In fact, on that first day, only Raymond beat the boat level and only he and Cynthia even knew that level three was a castle, as nobody else had seen his eventual defeat.
Raymond pulled his hood on and left Belly's at a quarter past five. He walked all the way home thinking about the gnarly new game Polybius. At home his step father slurred some pedantic platitudes about homework that sounded like he was congratulating his step son for failing at life, while he himself was drunk on the couch. Raymond's mother was in the kitchen making some meatloaf for dinner.
Raymond went to his room where posters of Kool & The Gang were across from REO Speedwagon. Raymond liked all of it, loved life, in general. The girls weren't his thing. He stared at guys, always wondering if there was actually something wrong with that. He had plenty of girlfriends, all the girls liked him, but he just didn't feel it for them. He kicked off his shoes and wondered if he would ever be some kind of hero. He felt like he would, someday be alright. Just not today. He put on his headphones and listened to his favorite: Ray Parker Jr.
He wished Ray was his dad instead of Mel. He hated Mel almost as much as Mel hated Raymond. Sleep overtook him and he missed the call for dinner. His dreams were of the blocks, forming into something strange. It was a field, a plane, a world and it was full of light and the important sounding and mystical game music. Cynthia and her friend Anastasia were lost and he was trying to guide them out like in a Pac-Man maze of some kind. But fell through the tiled floor and vanished into the darkness. He awoke with a strange feeling, like those kids were in some kind of trouble. He looked at the clock: three AM. He couldn't sleep, insomnia had him tossing and turning, the awful feeling gnawing at him.
The next day was Saturday and the world was soaked from the thunderstorm the day before. He trudged out in the mud puddles and arrived at Belly's as they opened. He went in and stared at Polybius. Then he put in a couple quarters and started playing.
On level four there was a pyramid and a winged snake helped him from the block he had unlocked it from in the castle. Level five was a tree but he got no help and level six was a bridge, London bridge maybe. He had played for an hour to get this far and some onlookers watched in silence as he got to level seven with just two quarters. It was a staircase and he got help from Cinderella. She carried blocks back up the steps, her animation the best sofar of the animated characters. Then she lost her glass slipper and vanished.
Abba was playing The Winner Takes It All and he finally lost before beating level seven. The contrast between the arcade's music and the game's music was an odd blend but the game was louder, standing in front of it. Each level had its own theme music and each was more haunting and beautiful than the last.
He only had two quarters and had played like his life depended on it. His high score of seventy thousand was twice what he had gotten the previous day and nobody else even compared. No initials on any of the scores, but everyone who was anybody at Belly's knew whose score was at the top.
He turned up his collar as a quiet applause went up as he left to go do something else with the rest of his day. He saw the girls walking by and they were alright, none of the horror he had felt.
Raymond got a Big Mac and a Coke and was eating on the outdoor pavilion after wiping up the seat with some napkins, still wet from the shower. He heard an ambulance siren and watched as Belly's had a visit. Concerned, he went over an discovered that it was one of the girls: Anastasia, she had some kind of seizure while playing Polybius. Raymond felt sick. He saw her friend Cynthia standing there crying.
"You okay?" he asked her while Kenny Rogers sang I Don't Need You like nothing had happened.
"No, she fell over and she was shaking and stiff. Is she going to live? They took her to the hospital." Cynthia was trembling with fear.
"It could be epilepsy." Raymond sounded smart all-of-sudden. He tried to hug her but she frowned and stepped back.
Not knowing why, Cynthia punched his shoulder and ran away crying.
Raymond went into Belly's and looked at the game. Everyone had gone. Polybius stood there asking for another player. Under the title it read: Sinneslöschen and he wondered what this was.
He went to look it up in the phone book but found nothing there. All weekend he felt troubled by what had happened to Anastasia. Then the phone rang and his mom picked it up.
"Raymond it's for you." she said: "it's a girl." she mouthed.
"Hello." Raymond took the phone, stretching the curly cord around the corner out of the kitchen. Mel was asleep on the couch while the Bulldogs played against the Volunteers on the television.
"Its Cynthia. I am sorry I hit you. Anastasia just called me from her hospital room, she will be fine." Cynthia apologized. "My mom said you can come over for dinner if you want to. We are having spaghetti."
"I will come over." Raymond promised, forgetting to confirm where she lived; he was only mostly sure she lived in the blue house on the corner. He had already hung up as Mel stirred and looked at him.
"Gonna go fag it up?" Mel asked.
"I am gonna go have dinner at Cynthia's. Her mom is making spaghetti" Raymond defended himself and left his parents. It was dark out already when he got there. He had recalled correctly where she lived and the whole family was there to greet him.
He ate dinner with her and her folks and their dog before he managed to say goodnight. Her dad liked him even though he was too old for Cynthia. He had whispered to his wife that Raymond was a good kid.
He walked home and on the way he was startled by a vision of the winged snake from Polybius. It crawled out at him and spit a fireball like in the game.
Very frightened he ran the rest of the way home and when he got inside he ran up to his room. His heart was racing in terror at what he had seen.
On Monday he had The Alan Parsons Project's Prime Time stuck in his head. He had that song on his mind all week. Raymond often associated his experiences with different music that he liked. He avoided Belly's but strange rumors and activities kept contrasting his absence.
Other players got to level seven and beyond. He had asked his friends Joel and Cassie, who were both there when it happened, what level Dwayne Rodriguez was on when he had hit the floor. Level eight was a tree while nine was a flying saucer. Then Dwayne had simply stopped playing and walked around the arcade humming the theme from level seven. Each level had a different soundtrack, all of them very haunting and beautiful melodies that sounded like a great legend was underway. Sweet and insistent the music alone had a strange effect on the player. The images of animated characters helping the player from previous levels efforts and the rest of the gameplay made the whole experience almost like being in another world entirely.
Dwayne was dazed and walked around just humming Cinderella's theme before he fainted and fell to the floor. Joel had taken over the game but had quickly lost. A player needed to try harder with each level and it was hard to jump into a hot game without warming up. Polybius took the player on a journey into an intense and pleasurable place, like a ballroom of wondrous harmonies.
"But you got to level ten first, Dwayne had almost beat level nine." Cassie nudged her boyfriend.
"I don't remember. It all happened so fast. I just remember Dwayne and the saucer level and the tree level."
"Level five was the tree level." Raymond interjected, recalling this detail.
"That is right, after the staircase it was a volcano. A dinosaur waved its tiny little arms and then chomped the bad bricks for you." Cassie recalled.
"Was anyone else there, like Cynthia or Anastasia?" Raymond sounded concerned. He'd had more dreams of them falling like the bricks while in a weird arcade landscape from Polybius.
"I really don't remember much." Joel apologized, holding his head.
"They weren't there." Cassie confirmed.
The next day Raymond went back to Belly's with some quarters. He knew what he had to do.
He saw Dwayne sitting on a bench watching the arcade and he walked over to him before he went in.
"You okay? I heard you got really far and then had a problem."
"I don't remember anything from that day." Dwayne sounded worried. "It is all just a blank. People told me what happened but it is all...its all gone up here." he pointed to his head.
"I am gonna beat it. Somebody has got to beat that game." Raymond looked up from where he had his hand on Dwayne's shoulder.
He went into Belly's where Mark and Sean where shoving each other and about to come to blows. They were fighting over who's turn it was to play Polybius and the crowd was urging them to fight or not fight. There was confusion.
Then a kid named Eglantine with her pigtails pointed and shouted:
"Look, Raymond, everybody!"
He walked through the parting crowd as Styx's Too Much Time On My Hands started playing. He walked between the two boys who were glad they were done fighting over who was next to play. He got to the machine and started it up with his quarters. The crowd was watching as Raymond started to play Polybius.
It felt like the game had waited for him. Its music drowned out the music playing in the arcade and it felt like something very epic and important was happening.
"Raymond, be careful!" it was Anastasia.
"You got this, man!" Joel encouraged him.
Level by level he played. The first level he spelled out 'Polybius' and then on level two he built the boat. Brick by brick he put together the castle and the pyramid and then on the tree level he got help from a druid nobody had ever seen before. He threw lightning bolts that flashed across the screen and in one instant all the fast-falling blocks slowed and the bad blocks exploded, many of them with extra lives and other goodies. The crowd cheered.
The bridge level had a Queen's Guard show up and stare at all the blocks, slowing them. He winked and shot just one block with an extra life. Cinderella helped on the staircase of level seven and then level eight started, the volcano. Here Raymond lost a couple lives but he got past it. The flying saucer was next and he beat it as well, although it was a hard level and he got no help from any aliens showing up. Everyone had guessed an alien would be the character helper on level nine but hardly anyone had gotten this far and nobody had seen it.
Then level ten started and it was a meditating elephant headed statue of a god of some kind. The helper was a multi-armed monkey with a crown, that caught blocks and hurled them three-dimensionally, as though towards the player, where they detonated in flashes of light and gave up all sorts of new power-ups.
When the sunken ship level started, Raymond had so many power-ups still going that he breezed through it and didn't get the next helper. He might have needed it because level twelve was the moon and it kept changing phases making it very challenging as the puzzle on the screen changed as he assembled it. He lost all but one of his remaining lives.
Then another level began and to everyone watching it seemed to be the last. It was a ruined skyscraper with fiery skies behind it. An angel arrived to help and deflected enough blocks to save the day. Raymond seemed to have beaten the game. It started again at the first level of Polybius but no blocks fell. Instead the game prompted for his name and the blocks he could use the beam on had letters for him to assemble his name with.
Raymond entered his name, all seven letters and not just his initials, but his whole first name. Then the screen went black. He turned around with sweat beaded across his forehead and he looked pale.
Everyone was staring at him in awe as he staggered out the door and outside where it was growing dark. He kept walking and disappeared down the street, heading home presumably.
He was in class the next morning when he was next seen again, but he stared absently out the window. He felt weird, knowing he had beaten Polybius and that it was still sitting there at Belly's with its screen all dark. Nothing the owner could do would turn it back on. It was dead, the game was dead. He'd won, but he couldn't remember it.
Except in his dreams and even in his daydreams. It was there all around him as he sat there. All the world was Polybius and nothing else mattered. Everyone was in awe of him at first, but began to leave him alone as he became withdrawn and unresponsive.
Time marched by and he somehow kept up with school but felt nothing, noticed nothing. Only Polybius was with him as he sat alone.
Senior year was when Anastasia became a freshman at Lincoln and was seen with him everywhere he went. She spoke for him and told people he was just feeling quiet, that was all.
One day he felt somewhat lucid and noticed she was sitting there on the bench with him outside of Belly's Arcade.
"Is it still in there?" he asked his constant companion.
"They came and took it away, these guys in black suits and sunglasses." she informed him of the fate of Polybius.
"You've gotten older." he noted Anastasia there.
"So have you, your hair turned gray." she said matter-of-factly.
"What are we doing here?" he asked slowly.
"We walk here every day and sit here. I sit with you and make sure you are alright." she told him carefully.
"Why?" he wondered.
Anastasia hadn't heard this many words from him all year since she started high school and her eyes watered with tears of relief and she said:
"To thank you. Everyone else leaves you alone here, but I remember falling, and you caught me. So...so thank you..."

Part 25: https://www.reddit.com/Viidith22/comments/13yj6jh/my_roommate_is_slenderman_part_25_revised/
(Joseph)
The slush sloshed under my feet with each step, giving the dead streets some much-needed sound. As I made my way to the house, a sense of regret took hold. Along with a desire, a desire to have the last bit of my memories come back. Despite everything, the only set of memories I still lacked was where Scott had taken me on the day that started everything.
“Damn Terry, why couldn’t you have just been home?” I grimaced, rubbing my arm at the statement. A quick flash of the USPM Commander knocking me out shook my head. “Why couldn’t I have just…” I sighed, “No…”
I gazed up, snow clouds still looming overhead. I took in a deep breath, releasing it slowly, hearing nothing but the crunching of snow under my feet, reminding me of snapping bones. The thought made my mouth water, “When I finally get out of here, I needa see Rachel.”
“God, this asshole better be home.” I knocked to no response. Twisting the knob, I pushed the door open. Taking a deep breath, I tried to ease my nerves. Focusing on my ears, it didn’t take long for me to hear my heartbeat, then my nervous system, and just before I stepped in, there was a third thing, a writhing inside me.
I pushed the door open, keeping my eyes shut, I listened for any subtle change as I shut the door behind me. I could feel the vibration of the air in my ear canals bringing them to a ring. I took a breath, stepping further in. I side-stepped into the kitchen, flinging my eyelids open. A man stood, holding an extendable baton that made a clicking sound when he pressed a button. Next to him on the counter, a knife block.
Opening a drawer behind me, I pulled out the first thing I touched right as he lunged at me. I blocked the rubber-gripped metal spatula I’d pulled out, “Oh you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” I backed into the living room as the man pulled out a second baton.
Then I heard something behind me, I rolled over the couch, getting both men in my line of sight. The throbbing in my side returned, not painful this time, it was invigorating, “Come at me!” The second man pulled out a short sword and I couldn’t help but notice they didn’t have guns.
They charged me from both sides, I held up my left arm to the guy with the short sword, hitting the second guy’s batons to the side and kicking him back. The short sword guy was reeling back for another swing. I lunged back over the couch running to the kitchen, dropping the spatula and ripping a bread and chef’s knife from the knife block. The short sword plunged into my back and I whipped around, slicing the guy with my chef’s knife, slicing open his cheek.
Then, a tasing in my left arm, and I swung, but he knocked the bread knife away with a baton. He reeled back for another shot at me when I swung the chef’s knife as hard as I could down at his left baton. It made a crackling sound and he dropped it, hitting me in the neck with the good one. I fell to a knee, reaching and pulling the sword out of my back. The unarmed man tried to punch me in the face, but I swung the sword wildly and he fell back, waiting for an opening.
The baton guy staggered back just long enough for me to stand back up. I dropped the Chef knife, the pain in my forearm growing too strong as it went through the healing process. I swung at the man with the baton, he jumped back, blocking the blade with his shock stick, which bent before frying just like the last one. He took a couple steps back before turning and running out the door. I turned back, the other man was trying to book it too. I chased him out of the kitchen and tackled him to the floor.
“Look buddy, I’ve had to deal with assholes like you since I got here, so I hope it’s not too much trouble for you to give me just a tad bit of information.” He seized in response, flopping under me like a goldfish. Flipping him over, he was frothing from the mouth, pupils dilated, “God damnit.”
The man convulsed as I pulled his wallet and cell phone from his pockets. Turning the phone on revealed I needed a four-digit pin code, “I hope you were an idiot when you were alive.” I flipped open his wallet, sure enough, his social security card was in there. I checked for the last four digits and dialed them into the phone, unlocking it. “Wow man, wow.” I dropped his wallet on him and staggered to my feet, feeling the hunger take hold again. But looking down at the dead man on the floor, I didn’t wanna take any chances, so I left him be, promising myself I’d get some food soon.
I scrolled through notes, then texts, eventually finding myself at emails. One had stood out to me while scrolling, an exchange with a guy he called, ‘The Jack' from a couple weeks before. They were talking about the revolution, and that, “the men need to be ready in three weeks.”
There was an address that felt vaguely familiar, as well as a bunch of other details about everyone in the rebellion. Basically, a bunch of stuff to make sure there wouldn’t be the issue of a revolution anymore. The wordplay and deceptive speech patterns were just way too familiar, “Make that five, asshole.” I headed out the door, and as I walked, I couldn’t help but notice the car that pulled around a corner a few blocks behind me.
I never looked back, but my ears were too in tune to not notice the consistent crunching of snow and pistons firing. They were quiet for sure, but my paranoia was quieter. I heard them inching ever closer. With each foot gained, I could sense where they were that slight bit better. Every second pumped me with more adrenaline, and when I could see the bumper out of the corner of my eye, I readied myself, that’s when the window rolled down.
“Ahhhh, Joseph, care to take a ride?” The question flung me through a wall.
“Huh?” I looked over, metaphor man held a gun at me.
“It’s been a little while, I thought since you were in the neighborhood, you wouldn’t mind riding around with me for a bit. You know, since you so graciously took me where I needed to go last time.”
I swallowed, “Those aren’t normal bullets.”
He smiled, “Would you like to get in the car?”
I opened the door, sitting patiently, biding my time, until a wide barrel pressed against my neck, angled up. “It’s been a bit, how are you?”
“I’m doing quite well, how’s my spark plug doing?”
“Seen better days.” The suppressor shoved into my neck, “Look, I was kidnapped by Scott.”
“Yes, I’m well aware, but that mess you made, that was far too close of a call, and you didn’t even call us. While you staying alive is important, you aren’t necessary. What about our mystery man?”
“How am I gonna–” The barrel stabbed me, “Sorry, I just, wanted to know who I was. I haven’t figured out who that guy is yet. I thought maybe my memories could give me some insight.” I almost blew a raspberry out of surprise, I couldn’t believe how quickly I came up with it.
“I see, well?”
“Sorry, nothing yet, but I’m sure–”
“How was Scott? Anything you feel you should tell us?”
“It sounds like he’s in with a bunch of other groups in town. Also, any time he’s around, I’m calm, not intentionally or anything though, I just can’t get pissed at him.”
“We’re aware of a couple of other organizations he’s a part of, how many can you be certain of?”
“He told me four when I was locked up, but there’s also this phone.” I pulled it out, typing in the password and pulling up the email, “Sounds like–”
“Hand it back, he’ll look over it.” Doing as he said, we sat in silence for a few minutes.
Then the voice behind me sounded, “Yeah, big raid on the rebellion.” He handed the phone back to me.
“That would be nice for us, if only so many of them weren’t such big parts of this town.” Metaphor man paused, then said, “You were headed there when we picked you up.”
“What of it?”
“I have a proposition. You find a way to end this farce, and you will gain access to the file on your friend, Terry.”
“That’s one hell of a trust violation. How about I just follow through on what I already planned on doing?”
“Call it a hunch. It sounds like you want to get out of this town, whether it be stubbornness or knowing you’ll die the moment you leave, you’ve decided to stay in town despite regaining your memories. How about we leave it at that, you get the revolution you want, as well as some information you need.” He pulled over.
“I can just not read it.”
“I never said you had to, it’s a gift is all.”
“Okay fuckfa–” The barrel hit me so hard my vision faded for a moment.
“Please, we’re all friends here now. Let Joseph go.”
I opened the door, stepping onto the slushy sidewalk.
“Oh, right, before you’re off, be careful with Scott.” I turned to face him as I grabbed the door, “He can pacify people if their emotions aren’t strong enough, so get pissed at him or something along those lines before going down there.” He drove off, leaving the door to slam shut with the speed.
I watched as they turned a corner, nearly skidding out on the slurpie-covered road. Then I looked around, trying to figure out where they’d dropped me off. Soon enough, I noticed the wall, and the vaguely familiar building beside me, everything cleared, and I stomped into the building, keeping everything Scott had done to me at the forefront.
“WHERE’S SCOTT!?” Everyone stopped what they were doing, turning to me.
“Who’s asking?” The man behind the bar counter asked, with a vague sense of familiarity.
“JOSEPH, I was in here the other day! You guys have a snake down here, and I need to have a talk with it!”
“I don’t know a Joseph, but you oughtta be out of here if you’re gonna claim something like that!”
Some of the people nearby stood, approaching me, “I have evidence! Each one of you can look it over while I beat the shit out of Scott if you need!”
“Quiet down.” It pierced through every other sound, like a dog whistle, bypassing everyone’s voices, and silencing them. From the back of the room, I saw the older woman from before coming out from the back room. “Come with me, we should discuss this in private.” Her voice was so crisp, I almost followed her on instinct. Taking a breath, I made my way to her.
The back room wreaked of vodka and body odor. Heading through another door, I found the source of it. Scott sat chained to a table, and they’d apparently given him a bottle of cheap liquor to go to town on, which lay empty beside him.
“What the hell?”
“We can’t get anything out of him, we thought some alcohol would loosen him up, make him more willing to talk. But not even a 5th was enough.”
“So you already know about the raid?”
“Excuse me?”
I looked at Scott, “He goes by ‘The Jack.” I saw Scott’s giggly face falter ever so slightly as he rolled his head around the table. “Said their team needed to be ready in three weeks, that was two weeks ago. Any idea on that?”
“No… We’re all set to leave in two…” She stared hard at Scott, “You will die for this.” Turning back to me, she asked, “How can you be sure it was Scott if they never used his name?”
“Here, just read some of these messages, sounds like a certain fuckhead if you ask me.”
Taking the phone, she scrolled a bit, backing out a few more times to scroll some more. I could see the moment she got to THE email, something behind her eyes cracked, along with the phone. She dropped the now broken phone on the table. “We need to speed up our plans. While we appreciate your help, Joseph, we can take it from here.”
“No.”
She looked at me, indignant, “Oh?”
“I didn’t come to sit on the sidelines, I want out of this shit town too.”
“I’m afraid you can’t help us. Everyone you met the other day has already forgotten who you are, as per you not joining us.”
“Hold the fuck up! What!?”
“I advise you be on your way.” My muscles twitched at the suggestion, “Now!” My body turned to leave.
“You killing him? He’s my brother you know.”
“You want us to let him go?”
“No, I’d rather be sure he’s gone. Not to be a dick, but I don’t think I can take you at your word.”
“We have other intentions, his abilities are too useful to kill him outright.”
“Do you mind giving me a moment then?”
“I’m staying here, but if you want to say goodbye go ahead.”
I walked over to my brother, looking him up and down, “God you’re pathetic. But maybe the next time around, you’ll have a better go of it. Must’ve been hard being raised here by yourself.” I reached into his shirt, ripping the crystal off his neck and pocketing it. “That doesn’t mean you’re not still the worst kind of person.” I turned to leave, “Do whatever you want with him, make sure he regrets his existence for me if you can.
As I stepped out the door, she stopped me, “Hold on. What was that?”
“Family heirloom.”
“Let me see it.”
I took a step back in, holding the glowing crystal out, “Nothing special.”
“Alright, get going then.”
I put the necklace back in my pocket, “When can I expect the revolution? I wanna slip out in the chaos.”
“Four days, if you see any of us fighting anyone, just ignore it, leave town, I don’t want any debts.”
I walked out, muttering to myself, “Could just get the memory of the debt erased.”
I pushed open the door, wiped. Locking it, I made my way through every room, locking every window. Pulling my pillow and blanket into the bathroom and dropping them in the tub, I locked the bathroom door and quickly passed out. The only dreams I had were reforming memories, things like the giant dildo attack, the fight against Takeo, the name that pissed Terry off so much. What happened back then? Why was it such a sore spot?
I shot up, already in fight or flight, looking around, I was still in my bathroom. I let out a sigh, allowing myself to relax. Getting out of the tub, I rubbed my aching side, throwing the pillow and blanket to the side. After some time, I’d thrown them into the wash from all the dried blood I’d rubbed into them, then took a shower, and went to the store for a meal.
Once I’d had some food, the daze I didn’t know I was in passed. I was about halfway home when my brain seemed to boot back up. “How long was I out?” The question made me reach for my phone, only to remember I didn’t have one anymore. “Great, can’t even message metaphor man and tell him I took care of it.” I walked in silence for a few moments, “Why would I want to?”
Turning the corner, my house came into view, and I noticed something weird. My car was parked in front of the house. I sped up, splashing the slushy concrete under me, soaking my shoes. When I got to it, I pulled out my keys, pressed the unlock button on my fob, and sure enough, the lights flashed. I opened it, a phone sat atop an envelope. I picked them up, looking around me, but no one was in sight. I checked behind the Camry, but while there were light tracks, snow from the night before had faintly covered them.
Looking around one more time, I hurried into the house, locking my car with the key fob. My socks and shoes flopped to the floor as I made my way to the couch.
I emptied the contents onto my coffee table. A flash drive, a few hundred bucks, and a note, “We appreciate you going through with your decision to aid us, and in such a timely manner. As thanks, we have left you with your friend ‘Terry’s’ file. As well as a few other items, including your car, we hope for a long-lasting relationship. Don’t forget what you owe us. -The Mechanics”
I threw the money in my wallet, staring at the note, occasionally glancing down at the drive. “Yeah, what I owe you… assholes.” I crumpled the note, tossing it in the trash as I entered the kitchen. I twirled the flash drive in my fingers, leaning against the counter, nothing occupying my mind. I stared at the opposing wall as if it held some deep secret to the universe.
Some time passed with me sitting on the couch, watching tv. At some point, I’d reached into my pocket, feeling the smooth plastic on my fingers. I spun it around in my pocket for an episode or two before standing and heading to my office.
Slipping the drive into the back of my computer, I turned it on and opened the storage device.
There were two folders. One marked Terry, and one named Tresca. I hesitated and clicked on Terry’s folder. There were hundreds of pages, on the main document. I didn’t read all of them, but there were parts I did go through in depth. His history with Maerod, the contract association, the people he’d left behind, the names he’d dropped before starting new lives. Most notably, his past with a woman named “Tresca.”
It didn’t say what she was; but made it very clear she had an extremely fragile soul, even weaker than a human. He took her in one day, and eventually, grew a fondness for her. Some time passed and he decided to give up contract killing for her. But when he confronted Maerod to tell her he was giving it up, she warped his memories, twisting his love into hatred of Tresca. She’d used an ability not unlike Smudge’s to do it.
When he came home later that day, he put a tentacle through Tresca’s head and threw her body outside where it got ravaged by wolves later that night. Over time, and with him choosing to live secluded from the world, keeping to himself in the cabin he’d made in the woods, the memories would return to him. He’d remember all the happiness he’d held with Tresca, and eventually moved into civilization, using some of the contacts he’d made previously to move into an apartment and eventually make enough money to buy the entire complex.
A few years later, he picked up a new name and decided to settle down. But when he didn’t have anything to do, his mind would return to the person he shouldn’t have killed. He used every possible thing to distract himself, from drinking to hobbies, when he wasn’t capturing atypicals for FetchQuest, he was doing what he could to forget. Eventually, he picked up drawing, taking to the art style of his favorite medium of entertainment. This eventually led to painting, but for a reason unspecified, he gave up art as a whole not long after.
That’s around where I came into the picture, so that’s where I stopped. I sat there afterward, processing the details I’d gleamed. I shook my head in disgust with myself. But there was still that tinge of curiosity perched in the center of my mind. “What about Tresca’s side?”
After grabbing a glass of water, I sat back down, closed Terry’s document, and hit back on the folder. I stared at the second name. Double-clicking the folder revealed several documents. I leaned back, sipping from my glass, mind empty. I swirled the water around, staring at the blank ceiling.
“What haven’t I done yet?” A dry chuckle pushed out of me. Leaning forward, I downed the glass of water, grabbed a bottle of whiskey, and opened the document.
I avoided all the pages that didn’t involve Terry, it felt the least disrespectful between that and reading everything. But in all honesty, it’s because I didn’t really care about her, I wanted to know why the file was on the drive.
She’d come across his cabin one day, apparently running from something that I didn’t have the context for. She hid there, and when the people showed up, Terry, or Kenet at the time, came home shortly thereafter. They were disposed of when they attacked him, and soon enough Terry found the woman hiding out. They talked about what she’d been through and he offered to let her stay with him until everyone thought she was dead. Terry never really minded people, but he had to eat human children to survive, so he was despised by any people that knew about him.
The strange thing was, she never minded that aspect of him, and she never went insane. He wasn’t sure why, but eventually, it passed him by. As time went on, they forgot about their deal and she stayed with him on a permanent basis, learning to hunt and survive on her own when he went on his trips, a word he used so she wouldn’t know he was killing people. She found out one day while cleaning the cabin when she found his pile of contracts stashed away. But it didn’t change anything, and she never told him.
She read books in her spare time, going into the city to buy new ones every so often when she ran out of stuff to do. Eventually, Terry started reading some of them. They’d discuss the stories day in and day out, and Terry progressively took fewer and fewer contracts, thinking up countless ways to spend more time with her. They ended up getting into board games and even manage to jimmy rig a tv using a generator and a VCR. They’d spend days with each other, and when the time came, Kenet gave up his old name and told Maerod he was giving up contract killing. Which is where her story ended.
By the time I’d finished reading, the bottle of whiskey was empty beside me. I rubbed my temples. My brain holding loose connections it didn’t know what to do with. I wanted to see Terry again, but something made me nervous. It wasn’t the murders, not even killing Tresca, but I couldn’t tell what. Something about her felt… familiar to an extent.
I stood from my seat, crossed my arms, and looked around, “Guess I should start packing?” I shut my computer off, pulled the drive out of my computer, and took it to the kitchen where I smashed it to fragments with a meat tenderizer.
The day of the revolution had come, and I was squeezing the last of my stuff into the trunk. Heading back into the house for the last time, I looked back at my car, cringing when I saw my pc in the back seat.
I looked around, seeing if I’d missed anything I wanted to keep around, my eyes eventually falling on the business card on the ground. Walking over to it, I picked it up, “The Remnants of the Crystal Age.” I flipped it in my hand a few times, sliding it into my overflowing wallet.
“Maybe later.”
I walked about, just kinda looking at everything. My eyes passed over the painting I’d seen one night. Despite all the memories that had returned, I could only remember seeing the three figures in that office one other time, the night I was kidnapped, which started this whole crazy shitshow. I smirked to myself, a tear forming. “This really is it huh? I don’t even know how things are gonna go down when I see him again. Will he even be home?” I rubbed the wall, “Maybe I’ll have to take another road.” I turned my head around, staring at the door.
Leaving the house behind, I pulled the key from my chain, looking down at it, then into the sky as I tossed it off to my side.
Snow had already started falling, “Damn.”
Sitting in my car, I checked my phone, “8:13 pm.” An explosion triggered the first siren. I took a deep breath, backing out of the driveway.
Finale/Epilogue: Coming Very Soon!

I'm Dr. Sarah Harper, a psychologist with over a decade of experience under my belt. I've always been fascinated by the human mind, its complexities, its resilience, and its fragility. I've seen patients with a myriad of issues, and I've always prided myself on my ability to remain detached, to treat each case with clinical precision. But this isn't about my patients, or at least it didn't start that way. It's about me, about a terror that's difficult to put into words, a terror that has shaken me to my core. It all started with a young woman named Emily. Emily was different from my other patients. She was young, vibrant, full of life, but there was a fear in her eyes that I couldn't ignore. A fear that, in retrospect, I didn't understand as well as I thought I did.
"Dr. Harper," Emily's voice had trembled during our first session, "it's my reflection... it's not... me."
I remember raising an eyebrow, "What do you mean, Emily?"
She took a deep breath, "I mean... she doesn't copy me. She... she watches me. Smiles at me when I'm not smiling. And her eyes... they're cold, empty..."
The stark terror in Emily's eyes had given me a chill, but I brushed it off. After all, I was a psychologist. My job was to find the rationale in the irrational, to bring sense to the senseless.
"Sounds like depersonalization disorder," I had reasoned, scribbling down notes. "We can work through this, Emily." But even as I said it, a chill ran down my spine. There was something in Emily's voice, a raw terror that I couldn't ignore. I shook off the feeling, but it lingered, a dark premonition.
But we didn't.
Emily stopped coming to our sessions. I should have reached out, should have checked on her sooner. But I didn't. And then, one day, I found myself standing outside her apartment, the wail of police sirens echoing in my ears.
"She's... she's dead," Officer Daniels, a burly man with a soft voice, told me. "Seems she shattered every mirror in her apartment before... well, before she did it."
Emily's death shook me. I couldn't help but feel responsible. I should have done more. I was her psychologist, wasn't I? As I stood there, the chilling memory of Emily's terrified face during our sessions came rushing back. I remembered her words, her fear. Little did I know, I was about to experience the same terror.
But then, things started happening. Things I can't explain. The first time I saw her... my own reflection... it was a week after Emily's death. I was washing my hands in the office restroom when I looked up into the mirror.
I froze. There I was, my brown hair tied back in a messy bun, my glasses perched precariously on the bridge of my nose. But my eyes, usually warm and inviting, were cold and distant in the reflection. And the smirk on my face was a grotesque parody of my usual smile. But something was horribly wrong. My reflection... she was smiling. It wasn't a warm, comforting smile. It was a cold, cruel smirk that twisted her face into a grotesque mask of delight. And her eyes... they were voids, empty chasms that seemed to suck away all warmth and light.
I stumbled back, heart pounding. I blinked, shook my head, and looked again. The reflection was normal, mirroring my terrified expression perfectly. I let out a breath, attributing the earlier sight to stress, grief, fatigue.
But the figure in the mirror kept returning. And each time, she seemed more real, more tangible. At times, I could almost hear her laughter, a cold, hollow sound that echoed in my mind. I could see her reaching out, her fingers inches away from the glass, as if ready to break through.
Days turned into weeks, and each time I saw my reflection, she was there. Not always, not predictably, but often enough to make my heart race every time I passed a mirror or a reflective window. Her cruel smirk, her empty eyes, they haunted me. And then, things started to change. I would find objects in my house moved, my research notes scattered. Once, I woke up to find my bedroom mirror shattered, shards of glass scattered across the floor. Each time, my reflection would just smirk, as if she was behind it all.
One day, while sipping my morning coffee, time seemed to slow down. The room fell into an eerie silence, and my senses heightened. As I raised the cup to my lips, the reflection in the kitchen window caught my eye. A sudden jolt of fear surged through my veins, causing my hand to tremble. The coffee cup slipped from my grasp, the scalding liquid splattering across the counter. I winced in pain, but my attention remained fixated on the chilling image in the reflection. The seconds stretched into an eternity as the smirk on my doppelgänger's face seemed to widen, as if mocking my fear and torment. That night, I had a nightmare. I was trapped in a house of mirrors, each one showing not my reflection, but hers. She was everywhere, smirking, watching. I woke up in a cold sweat, her image still burned into my mind.
"Sarah," My friend and colleague, Dr. Helen Brown, had noticed my growing distraction, "You've been... off lately. Is everything alright?"
I managed a weak smile, "Just a bit stressed, Helen."
"Do you want to talk about it?" She asked, her gaze filled with concern.
I hesitated, my gaze drifting to the mirror on the wall. As if on cue, my reflection smirked back at me. How could I explain it? Would she even believe me? Or would she think I was losing my mind? Yet, I couldn't bear it alone any longer. "It's... it's my reflection, Helen. It's not me."
Helen stared at me, her eyes wide. "What do you mean?"
"It's like... she has a mind of her own. And her eyes... they're cold, empty..."
Helen looked at me for a long moment, "Sarah, it sounds like you're describing Emily's symptoms."
I nodded, "Yes, it's exactly like that. And I don't know what to do."
Over the next few weeks, my life spiralled into chaos. I couldn't focus on my work. I avoided mirrors and reflective surfaces. I felt constantly watched, constantly under scrutiny. The figure was always there, a silent observer, a dark shadow. I was living in a constant state of paranoia and fear. I felt like I was losing my mind.
In my desperation, I started researching. Anything and everything that might explain what was happening. I stumbled upon old legends of doppelgängers and evil spirits that could mimic human form. I read about haunted mirrors and cursed objects. Each story sent a fresh wave of terror through me, making my heart pound and my palms sweat. I dug into medical journals, looking for similar cases. I poured over old books on psychology and folklore, on superstition and the occult. I was grasping at straws, trying to understand, to find a way out of the nightmare.
One night, after hours of fruitless research, I was about to shut down my computer when I heard a soft, almost imperceptible noise coming from the bathroom. The room was dark, and the screen was the only source of light. I froze, my heart pounding in my chest. The house was supposed to be empty. I got up, my body stiff with fear, and slowly made my way towards the bathroom. The door was slightly ajar, and a sliver of light was seeping out. I pushed the door open, my breath hitching in my throat. The bathroom was empty. I let out a sigh of relief, but as I turned to leave, I caught a glimpse of her in the mirror. Her smirk, her cold eyes. I felt a shiver run down my spine. But this time, I didn't look away. I couldn't live like this, couldn't continue in fear.
"Who are you?" I asked my reflection, my voice trembling.
Her lips curled into a wider smirk, but she didn't respond. I continued to stare at her, my heart pounding in my chest.
“I'm not afraid of you," I said, my voice barely a whisper. But as I said it, the lights in my apartment flickered, casting long, ominous shadows on the walls. A cold wind swept through the room, making me shiver. Was it just my imagination, or was she growing stronger?
But she just continued to stare, her cold eyes boring into mine.
I had stopped working, stopped seeing my friends. I spent my days holed up in my apartment, researching, watching, waiting. I started to see her in my dreams, her cold, cruel smirk haunting my every moment. I would wake up in the middle of the night, her face etched into my mind. My once orderly life had turned into a realm of fear and uncertainty. The figure in the mirror had become my constant companion, always watching, always waiting.
One evening, as I was staring at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, I finally broke. The reflection moved, her hand reaching out from the mirror, fingertips grazing the glass. I stumbled back in horror, my heart pounding in my chest.
"Enough!" I shouted, my voice echoing in the small bathroom. "What do you want from me?"
The figure simply smirked, her cold eyes reflecting no emotion.
"I won't let you ruin my life," I continued, my voice trembling. "I won't let you win."
The figure remained silent, but her smirk seemed to grow wider.
Suddenly, a thought struck me. Could this be me? A projection of my guilt, my fear, my regret? Or was it something else, something more sinister? The uncertainty gnawed at me, keeping me awake at night. Emily's death had affected me more deeply than I had realised. I was projecting my emotions onto my reflection, giving them form, giving them power.
"I'm sorry, Emily," I whispered, tears welling up in my eyes. "I should have done more. I should have helped you."
The figure in the mirror continued to stare, but her smirk seemed to fade. Her eyes seemed a bit less cold. I didn't know if it was real or just my imagination, but it gave me hope.
In the days that followed, I sought help. I reached out to a psychologist, a colleague I trusted. I told her everything, from Emily to my reflection. She listened, didn't judge, didn't dismiss my fears. We began to work through my guilt, my fear.
The figure in the mirror didn't disappear overnight. She was there, always watching. But as I worked through my feelings, her presence seemed less ominous, less menacing.
Today, I still see her, my reflection with her cruel smile and cold eyes. But she no longer scares me. I've come to understand her, to understand myself. She is a part of me, a part I had tried to ignore, to suppress. But not anymore. Yet, every time I look in the mirror, I can't shake off the feeling of dread. Is she really just a part of me, or is she something more? Something darker?
I'm Dr. Sarah Harper, a psychologist. And this is my story, a story of fear, guilt, and self-discovery. A story of how I faced my own reflection and survived... or at least, how I hope I have.

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Continued From Part 4
Bittu scratched his wrist idly as he stood next to his newly assigned cruiser. It wasn't the new ride that had him nervous though, it was the huge armoured cyborg standing across from him on the opposite side of the vehicle.
At first he had been shocked by the thing’s, no, the man’s true identity. The fact that he had originally mistook Abel for some sort of new combat robot still rankled his pride. He should have noticed the man’s demeanor when they first met, instead he had let his bias get the better of him. Well, no more.
Trying as hard as he could to ignore the fact that his new partner was not exactly a living being anymore he unlocked the cruiser and opened the driver side door. Abel opened his door and they both sat at the same time.
Abel stared straight ahead for a moment before turning to look at him, his helmet visor dark enough to hide his limited biological features. “Well, this is it. I finally get to do something more than running laps for testing.”
Bittu just nodded, not knowing exactly what to say to the man. He had been mind wiped, he had no memory of his past or who he was. Bittu found the entire situation exceptionally dark and twisted. Now he was no stranger to such concepts as internment and forced labor, criminals were treated to such activities all the time. But to wipe the mind of someone and then turn them into that. He shuddered at the thought.
“Hey what’s wrong, are you cold or something partner?” Bittu heard Abel ask him. The genuine concern in the man’s voice made up his mind. He would do everything in his power to find out what had happened to the man. He needed to know.
Bittu sat up and shook his horned head. “No, I was just thinking about something chilling. Anyways, we should get moving. We have patrol duty on level ninety eight it seems.”
Abel nodded. “That sounds like a plan.”
Bittu turned on the car, its promethium powercells warming up before the electric motor turned on. Checking his mirrors he pulled out of his spot and drove them quickly to the exit ramp. Not a moment later they were out of the station and moving down the wide boulevard that connected the Hollow Pass precinct to the rest of the city.
Bittu adjusted his dark polarized glasses as they stopped at an intersection, the lights a solid red indicating that it was not yet time to go. As the traffic passed in front of them Abel remarked “Wow, there are so many. I wonder how many people there are in Shikago in total?”
Bittu responded automatically “Shikago stratocity, population of two hundred million souls this time of the year. The second largest stratocity on all of Kondirak.”
Abel whistled softly. “Two hundred million? How is that possible, where do they get the food to sustain that many people? There are no farms around the city, the area is a wasteland from what I have read.”
The light turned a solid green and Bittu checked both ways before pulling through the intersection. Too many times he had almost been hit by some asshole running the red because they thought they could make it. He glanced at Abel and answered his question “There aren't aboveground farms you are correct. But about twenty miles out where the pollution belt ends there are large substacks filled with hydroponics. Those alone wouldn't be quite enough however so the city imports from Draken V in the Draken system. Are you familiar with it?”
Abel shook his head “I must admit that my knowledge of the place is fragmented at best. I assume that it is an agricultural world?”
Bittu chuckled “Yeah, kind of. More like a massive slave plantation.”
Abel looked at him sharply. “Slave plantation? What do you mean, the Union does not allow slavery on account of…” The cyborg started to say but Bittu cut him off.
“Slavery by any other word is still slavery. The people of Draken V might as well be slaves, wage slaves at the very least. The plantations are all owned by a single family, one man controls the entire planet and all the trade that happens on it. They set the prices of everything, from the food to clothing to the price of clean water. They use their power to keep the farmers poor and dependent on the company for support. It should be illegal, but through some quirk of fate a loophole allowing such treatment under the law exists.” he said with some bitterness, his fingers tightening on the steering wheel till his knuckles turned lavender.
Abel seemed to think for a few moments. In the hige man’s silence Bittu took them off the main road and onto one of the elevated highway ramps. As they passed from the ground level to the raised roadway Abel finally spoke.
The cyborg spoke with a bit of anger in his modulated voice. “That is wrong. That's sick, how can the Union just stand idly by and allow such injustice to happen?”
Bittu nearly shouted as the anger burning in his gut threatened to get the better of him “The Union doesn't care that's why! What are the lives of a few tens of thousands of peasant farmers to the billions that rely on their labor!?” he stopped himself, his breath coming in short gasps such had been the force of his outburst. He could feel his tail lashing in the small space behind his seat.
Abel looked at him, the mechanical servos in his neck whirring softly as he cocked his helmeted head. “You sound like this is personal.”
Bittu glanced at his new partner, the large metal man seemingly impassive and uninterested. But Bittu got the impression that the man did care, that he cared a lot. Otherwise why would he have even bothered asking, Abel didnt know him. He had nothing to prove. Bittu made up his mind, sighing deeply he dodged a slow moving transport truck and then began speaking.
“I was born on Draken V Abel. I watched my parents toil their lives away in those fields. They could have provided us with modern equipment, but they didn't. The most sophisticated thing we had looked like the rejects from some Aumite colony. Steam powered tractors and livestock drawn plows, of course we didn't know any better. It was the way things were.” he paused as he had to maneuver around another slow moving vehicle on the skyway.
Abel butted in “That sounds wrong. There are no laws against that kind of treatment?” the big cyborg asked him.
Bittu shrugged and said “No, it appears not. That's why I left. I wanted to find justice, but all I ended up finding was more corruption. Everywhere I looked I found pain and suffering, the strong exploiting the weak. I figured if I wasn't going to make a difference I might as well take some of the evil bastards with me you know?” He said with a savage grin.
To his surprise Abel started to laugh. Bittu was a bit upset, the whole story and he laughed? Before he could give the human a piece of his mind the man spoke “Well, then you certainly picked a good place to do it. Shikago is almost as corrupt as it gets. I feel the same way, I only have a few weeks of memory to draw from, but already I have seen debauchery and greed. Up at the highest possible levels too. It's my mission to expose this corruption and take the guilty down a few pegs.” Bittu smiled as the man finished.
What a grand day that would be, the high and mighty of the city's elite no longer being untouchable. It would never happen of course, but who was he to crush a poor cyborg’s dreams?
Instead he turned his attention back to the road. They had already moved a few levels down and were approaching their patrol zone. He shifted to the exit lane and drove onto the ramp down to the elevated highway that circumnavigated the city level. The level looked markedly different from the ones they had just descended through. In his years in the massive stratocity he had noticed a distinct hierarchy to the city. The higher up the structure one traveled the more opulent the construction became till you reached the administrative spires near the VIP space port at the tip.
The buildings on level ninety eight looked well built, but worn down by the passage of time. The city itself was a few hundred years old, its infrastructure slowly deteriorating as the city work crews fought an ever losing battle to maintain the behemoth structure.
Abel pointed out the window and asked “What is that?”
Looking towards the man’s gesture he saw a large structure in the distance. Its exterior was painted a ruddy rusting orange color and it was tall, almost reaching the ceiling far above. “That? That's the level ninety prison megacomplex. Its minimum security and houses most of the criminals we pick up on day to day operations. Petty thieves, tax evaders and the like. Maximum security lockup is three levels down, and it's not a place you want to visit. Trust me.” he said ominously.
Abel asked “Why not?” to which Bittu sighed.
He looked around for an exit ramp and then took it saying “It’s just not a very nice place. The people are scum, the guards are scummier. You don't get assigned to work a position guarding that festering shithole by being on your superior's good side. That posting is a punishment, the worst of the worst get sent there. Life without parole, lock the door and throw away the key types.” he explained as concisely as he could.
“Oh.” was all Abel said in response.
Bittu shook his head, his patrol glasses dampening the glare of the prevalent halogen lights bordering the main road they were driving down. He turned a corner and pulled to the edge of the road.
Abel looked around and asked “What's happening, where are we?”
“Nothing’s happening, yet at least. And we are in the side alley behind a Shabino’s sandwich joint. We are holding position till we get a reasonable report to move on.” Bittu informed the man.
He suddenly wondered if Abel could eat. Before he could ask him however he heard the scanner fizz as it picked up a local transmission. “All level ninety-eight responders we have a reported break in on Seventy-fifth and Twenty. Please be advised there are reports of gunshots in the area.”
Bittu looked at Abel and smiled as he turned on the lights and sirens. “That was fast, looks like it’s time to get to work!” He said cheerfully as he stomped on the gas pedal.
The cruiser shot forwards with powerful acceleration and Bittu smiled even harder. This was what he lived for, the rush that preceded bringing justice to the scum that rummaged around the city. He took the first corner a little hot and Abel exclaimed as they nearly sideswiped a delivery van.
“What the, whaaoh! You almost flattened that pedestrian Bittu!” The cyborg exclaimed as they whizzed down the street, civilian vehicles screeching out of their path.
Bittu grinned and said “They had plenty of room. Besides, they should know to get out of the way.”
He saw Abel shake his head from the corner of his eye but the man said nothing more, instead he pulled his gun from the partially internalized leg holster that Bittu hadn’t seen before.
It looked like they were going in full bore, he grinned again as they neared their target. The bad guys wouldn't even know what hit them.
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Abel sat back into the padded seat of the cruiser as he tried to ignore Bittu’s somewhat erratic driving.
They took another corner at high speed and Bittu finally started to slow the vehicle down. Abel looked around and noticed that they had arrived at the location of the call. Several buildings down there was a small group of people standing huddled under the awning of a large apartment complex.
Bittu parked the car across the street and Abel climbed out with his gun drawn. He was using a modified variant of an EMP50, a popular electromag pistol well known for its stopping power.
As soon as Bittu exited the cruiser he spoke to his assistant “Sirens off, crowd control mode.”
The cruiser’s siren shut off followed by a repeating message from the vehicle “This is a police action, do not interfere. Interference with a police action is punishable by a three month sentence in minimum security lockup.” Abel shook his head slightly at the message. What a world they lived in.
Bittu motioned for him to follow and crouched down behind the cruiser on the opposite side from the building. Bittu looked at him and asked “Alrighty then rookie, this is your first crime scene. What do you think?”
Abel looked over the edge of the cruiser’s roof. He could see the entrance to the building. A brick facade with small windows and a side escape stairway. It looked to be some manner of apartment complex complete with a front lobby area. The small crowd of onlookers had moved back from the building when they rolled up but were still close enough to be in danger. He thought about it and then turned to his partner.
Abel gestured to the onlookers and said “We need to get these people back, then we should breach the atrium.”
Bittu nodded and flicked his violet eyes over towards the rubberneckers. Standing he shouted loudly in his tenor voice “Hey, get back. What do you want to get shot!?”
Abel frowned at the nerivith man’s lack of tact but had to admit it was effective. The crowd dispersed almost instantly at the sight of an angry officer waving a shotgun.
With the crowd dispersed and out of immediate harm's way Abel looked at Bittu and said “Let me go first. I have a much better chance of surviving a bullet than you do. Even with that vest on.” He said pointing to the shorter horned man’s aggregated hyperdiamond buckyweave vest.
The vest was capable of stopping even small caliber hypervelocity rounds and some types of laser and beamer shots. Though Abel was pretty sure the man wouldn't want to test the claim.
Bittu nodded and motioned to move out saying “Ok then fair enough. But don't get blown away on your first mission. Tegu will take it out of my tail.”
Abel gave the man a reassuring pat in the shoulder and the stood. With all the speed he could muster he shot across the narrow road and to the front of the building. His back slammed against the brickwork, shattering it in a few places as he held his gun at the ready. Nothing shot at him and so he eased over to the front entrance.
Pulling up his wrist embedded computer he reported “Officer Abel responding to an altercation. Reports of gunshots in the area.”
After a moment he motioned for Bittu to cross and waited till the pink man was standing on the other side of the building's interior entrance.
Bittu looked at him and asked “You're not calling in for backup are you?”
Abel shugged and said “Not unless you think we need it.”
Bittu grinned widely and shook his horned head. “We have got this. From what I can see its a standard break in, smash and grab. The gunshots could be anything from hostile action to self defense. We should proceed with caution.” the smaller man nodded.
Nodding back Abel cracked open the front door of the building. It was regular glass not glazmite and so it would offer no protection against potential attack. Peeking around the corner he saw the coast seemed clear. He threw the door open fully and Bittu grabbed it and secured it to the wall to keep it propped open. They moved into the building’s atrium together. The large decorative room a little worse for wear.
The wallpaper was faded, the chandeliers dusty and the decorative pillars were chipped and damaged. All in all it looked like any of the other buildings on the same block. Cheap and affordable housing to those less fortunate and of lesser means.
“This place is a dump.” Bittu hissed.
Abel was inclined to agree but instead replied “And yet this is far from the slums. I wonder why our guy decided to rob this place. The inhabitants clearly don't have much in the way of wealth.”
Bittu shrugged his narrow shoulders and stalked alongside him. “Who the hel knows. Or cares, we get the baddie and then we haul em back to the station for questioning. As long as they don't resist arrest that is.” he said a little darkly.
At the end of the tiled floor there was an elevator. Abel looked at it and then decided that the stairs might legitimately be the safer option. “Do we know what floor the disturbance was on?” he asked his partner.
Bittu shook his head “No specifics, just that it was in this building and on one of the upper floors.”
‘Great.’ Abel thought silently. Just their luck to get put on a unknown altercation. All they had to go on was the rumor of a crime, not a report of the crime itself. He squared his shoulders and started up the stairs.
Bittu halted and asked “What are you doing? The elevator is right here, Abel?”
Abel shook his head. “I wouldn't trust that elevator with my life, much less the lives of multiple others if we alert the criminals to our presence.”
Abel continued up the stairs, smiling slightly as he heard Bittu sigh and move to follow him. He lifted his EMP50 up and into a ready position. He looked around a solid stairwell wall quickly before ducking back into cover, he hadn't seen anything.
It was then that Bittu moved up to his side and produced a small electronic scope. “It pays to come prepared. All clear, see?” the man said as he poled the tool around the corner and continued up the stairs ahead of him.
Abel shook his helmeted head. He was definitely still learning the ropes it seemed. It was his first day actually on patrol afterall.
Bittu and Abel continued on in that fashion, checking floor after floor for signs of the disturbance when Abel stopped. Another sound reached his enhanced hearing, a crying baby, the sound of someone treading over broken glass, the click of a hard object bumping into something.
Abel motioned for Bittu and whispered “This is the floor.”
His lanky partner adjusted his bullet resistant vest and asked “How can you be so sure? You know something I don’t rookie?”
Abel tapped his helmet and said “I am possessed of greatly enhanced hearing than you. I can hear suspicious activity on this floor, trust me.” Turning from his more experienced partner he approached the landing door. The building was old, low tech, the door was an old manually operated swinging design. This made it a relatively easy affair to open it a hair so he could peek down the long apartment hallway. He saw nothing immediately out of the ordinary and so switched his helmet to alternate frequencies.
Looking at the carpeting he noticed a slight thermal residue that picked out a series of overlapping footsteps. He cocked his head.
“Bittu, we have more than one potential hostile.” Abel said as he closed the door silently.
Bittu opened his mouth and said “What? How could you possibly, you know what. Nevermind. Another fancy gadget of yours I assume?” Abel nodded and the man just huffed. Bittu passes a long fingered hand over his face, his features a mask of different conflicting emotions.
From what Abel knew of the nerivith they didn't suffer from anxiety and stress in the same manner that humans did, though if he had to guess he would say that Bittu looked a little stressed at the moment.
“Should I call for some backup Bittu?” Abel asked him.
The man seemed to think about it for a few moments before saying “I don’t think we should wait. We are here on scene, we can call for assistance if you want Abel, but we are going in now.”
Abel nodded and quickly sent out a general alert saying “Officers need assistance on Seventy-fifth and Twenty, the Greystone Plaza building. Multiple suspects, potentially armed and dangerous. Over and out.”
Bittu nodded and Abel flung the door open before rushing into the cover of a nearby doorway. Bittu followed him on the opposite side. The door was caught by its hydraulics and closed with a soft sigh, not giving them away.
Bittu made the hand motion for advance, putting his shotgun away and pulled out his sidearm. A compact black pistol that looked like a field modified IAC Port-25 high capacity handgun. The twenty five round pistol was common in law enforcement for its ability to reliably put out a lot of rounds and keep on spitting lead in the dirtiest of environments.
They crept towards the sounds of the disturbance. After a few meters Bittu cocked his head and looked at him sharply, it seemed as though they had gotten close enough for him to hear the sounds as well.
Abel was soon able to hear a set of voices arguing quietly. The first was a high pitched yet strangely masculine sounding voice, perhaps a swanith male. The other sounded like a slaaveth, the low throaty gurgling accent markedly different from the first.
The swanith voice asked “Why did we have to keep this little shit alive again?”
The slaaveth gurgled back “Because that's the job we got sent to do. We intimidate the bastard, maybe take a hostage so he pays up. Now stop arguing and grab the bitch. We need to go before some blueskins show up.”
They were almost to the opened door now, Abel was just reaching out for it when Bittu cursed loudly and threw himself flat to the ground. Abel only had time turn his head to the far end of the hall before he was struck by a powerful blow to the upper chest.
The force of the impact knocked his heavy cybernetic body backwards and onto his back. He maintained his grip on his gun though and let off a trio of low powered shots towards the newcomer. He missed, the large trench coated attacker ducking back into the cover of the hall’s end.
Bittu asked “Are you alright Abel? Talk to me buddy!”
Abel growled “I’m fine, not a scratch. That was very unfortunate timing, I never even heard that guy come up the stairs.” He climbed to his feet and shoulder charged the door he had heard the thugs hiding behind.
He burst through the flimsy wood in a shower of splinters and scanned the room for targets. There were none, Bittu followed his grand entrance as Abel moved towards the bedroom area of the small apartment. He popped around the corner and found a human man’s body lying on the ground. The man was alive but appeared to be badly beaten, what's more the window of the bedroom was open.
Abel moved to the window and found it led to the escape ladder and into a narrow alley. Looking out the window he saw the two thugs were busy trying to escape, they had almost reached the ground by that point.
Abel smiled and glanced at Bittu behind him in the doorway “Hey, check this out.” Before Bittu could comment, Abel jumped off the edge of the escapeway.
He had pulled the same stunt before from three stories, now they were six stories up, fully double what he knew his body could handle. As he fell through the air he thought about the consequences of his actions if he had taken it too far. There was a chance he wouldn't be walking away from this. But what choice did he have? His only other option was to let the two escape, and that was not an option he was willing to consider.
The dark asphalt of the alley rushed up to meet him at tremendous speed, he heard one of the crooks just before he landed.
“Hey, do you hear that?” The swanith male asked the other.
Before either of them could so much as utter another word, Abel hit the ground like a meteor. The asphalt cracked and a cloud of debris was thrown out from the force of his armoured feet digging craters into the ground. His right leg took the brunt of the strain without too much difficulty, the limb going dark yellow in his internal monitors. Abel heard a terrible snap as his left leg failed under the extreme load. The limb folded under the impact, pieces of alloy spiraling off towards the two goons. The slaaveth man grunted as he was struck in the leg, yelling in alarm and limping off with a small bundle in his arms. The swanith wasn't so fortunate, a large sprocket caromed off the small avian’s cranium and instantly knocked them unconscious.
Abel grunted in shock and tried to aim his gun at the fleeing man, but found that in the confusion it had fallen from his grip. Abel growled in frustration as he ignored the abundant warnings flashing through his mind. His internal organs had handled the strain almost without issue, but his legs were both fucked.
His left leg was scrap metal, it wouldn't respond to his commands at all. His right leg wasn't much better, the limb twitching spasmodically at random intervals. He had limited control over it but the feedback from the damage was starting to give him a headache and so he forcibly severed the connection to his lower extremities.
Immediately a horrible sense of cold numbness swept through his whole body, the slow burning ache returning. That all too familiar sensation, as if something vitally important was gone. He felt empty, his insides hollow and his mind swam for a while before he heard a voice.
“Buddy, Abel? Come on man, wake up. What the hel were you thinking, by the lords that was a fucking stupid thing to do.” Bittu almost screamed at him in a near panic.
Abel lifted an arm and pointed at the still unconscious swanith male lying at the bottom of the stairs. “I got one though.” he wheezed, laughing painfully.
Suddenly Bittu smiled as well, shaking his head. “You are one crazy son of a shrij, but yea. You sure got one alright. Was that a piece of your leg that knocked him out?” The man asked in wonder.
Abel chuckled again “Heh heh heh, yeah. Mutherfucker wasn't expecting that for sure. What a rush eh?”
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End of Part 5
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