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I'm trapped in the house atop the hill, and now hate secret tunnels [Part 2]

2020.12.01 22:53 SouthvaleHorror I'm trapped in the house atop the hill, and now hate secret tunnels [Part 2]


Part 1
It feels like it’s been forever since I last sat down to write anything. So much has happened and it’s been too long since I was last given the time to get the words out. Though I bet if I had, for the most part, it would all have been incomprehensible garbage. Now that I’ve discovered another safe room, and after all, that has happened, I am in dire need of a good break. I’m still alive in case you’re wondering and now with more answers than before. As few as they may be. So without further adieu, I’ll do my best to pick up where I left off.
I sat in the little room having just finished writing up the events I experienced a few hours prior, and I’m not gonna lie the sticky note was right. Getting it all out of my head helped calm my mind in a way I desperately needed. It made me feel sane again. As I previously mentioned the room was heavily cluttered and filled with tons of junk. Two large shelves sat in the center of the room, while objects both large and small guarded the walls. I was scared to venture back into the house and leave my new-found paradise, at least in contrast to everything else out there. Sitting in my little storage room, I felt a sense of safety and while it was both distant and mangled, the feeling was close to the warmth I initially felt upon first laying eyes on the house. Sure I wanted to escape but with everything I had gone through already, I wanted to enjoy the safety as long as it lasted, even if I felt it was too good to be true.
In my attempt to try and find a way to distract myself from the ever-looming thought of escape, I took another look through the items around the room. It felt like if I was going to make it through this place, and back into the world I once knew, I was in serious need of some form of aid. Tucked beneath the bed I had found three boxes. After digging through them I was able to acquire the two first useful items in my search. The first box held nothing but old comic books, and the second a selection of ancient records, but in the last one, I opened it to find a pair of dirty old running shoes sat atop a mountain of clothes. After digging through the pile I found an old backpack had been left to rot below. I slapped the shoes on my feet and the straps of the old bag around my shoulders.
With a careful look, I searched through each of the shelves and found some things of interest hidden in plain sight. On one of the bottom shelves was a small box of miscellaneous batteries. After popping them into my flashlight I was lucky to find that they still worked. I tested out a few others as well, but my little torch was only able to produce light about a quarter of the time. Taking all the working ones I left the defective ones behind, which left me with a grand total of eight batteries. Sitting on the top of the shelf to my right was a big ass maglight, which made my current flashlight look like something you would avoid giving to a child, in case they found a way to choke on it. I threw my new items in my bag and did what I could to find something I could use as a weapon.
Taking a carefully placed lean on a wall in the back of the room, was a dusty old broom. I considered taking it and wielding it like a staff, but thinking about how cramped this place could get, I instead chose to take a different route. Grabbing close to the top of the long wooden object with my right hand, I slammed a foot into its center and pulled back with all my might. The loud snap of the wood breaking around my foot rose from the object as I stumbled backwards into the shelve behind me, causing various items to fall to the ground. Tucking my new spear into my backpack, I took a look at the fallen items seeing if I had missed anything.
While the majority of the objects lying around the floor were of no use to me, I couldn’t help being intrigued by a small plastic case. Pushing up on the button, the case unlocked itself and I swung it open. Nestled in between two sheets of dark velvet was a small pocket knife, branded on one side of the knife was the initials C.T. Flipping it open I ran a finger down the blade, it was duller than I would have preferred, but I bet if I applied enough force it would be able to cut something if I needed it too. I tucked the knife in my pocket and put the broom handle in my bag with just enough of it sticking out for me to grab, if and when I needed it.
As previously mentioned I had also found newspapers in the room. To be more specific they were a few scattered pages that had previously belonged to newspapers, but now were plastered on the wall above the computer. It looked like someone was trying to solve something. The condition of each of them was vast, to say the least. Some looked well used and beaten to a pulp while others appeared to be brand new. The thing that confused me to no end was their dates, all of which had been underlined and seemed to jump through time. The oldest I saw was from 1853, just a handful of the others were 1871, 1890, 1908, 1923, 1940, 1961, 1984, and 1990. Two years ago. The strange part was it didn't stop there. There were dates from 93, which I had previously mentioned, the year 2000, 2012, and the highest date I saw was the year 2018. They all looked to be legit, I’m no expert of course, but what I saw didn’t seem to be possible, though I guess that’s what’s special about this place, forcing you to see the impossible that is.
The last thing I did was rummage through the desk and was able to find a few scattered pieces of paper throughout all its drawers. Just like the newspapers, there were considerable differences in the writing found on the pages. None of the writing matched as I cycled from page to page. From the color of the pen to scratches made in pencil, to the physical handwriting itself, all pages were completely different from one another. The one thing in common I can say they had was the repeated mentioning of the house. Reading from one page to another I found it came up in all of them, as I read through others' experiences in this place, ultimately however I was unable to gather any information I didn’t already hold within my limited spectrum of knowledge.
One specifically did manage to stand out to me though. As I pulled open the bottom drawer I found it completely empty but something was off about it. The surface area didn't add up, the bottom of the outside of the drawer lined up perfectly to the empty space it pushed into, but the inside didn’t appear to be deep enough. With a few good knocks, I could tell the area between where the drawer seemed to end and the bottom of it was hollow. With my newfound pocket knife I released, I could slip the blade through the thin gap between the panel and the side of the drawer. After a few quick shimmies, the panel lifted and I was able to pull it out. What I found was a yellow ripped piece of lined paper that sat in solitude.
“At this point, I’ve lost all ability to track the passage of time within the house. Since my arrival, I’ve watched as the watch on my wrist has sped up, slowed down, gone backwards, as well as come to a complete stop, only to start up again without my interference. While there may be clocks in here, I am certain trusting them would be a mistake, though how large I cannot determine. All my attempts to map out this place have also continued to fail as well, but if I am to find an exit, I can only hope I can eventually chart a path free of this prison. I don’t believe in any god, but knowing the likelihood of others being trapped in here along with me, I pray whatever knowledge I am able to ascertain will aid them in their escape.” Standing out from the others in such a drastic fashion, I stuffed the note into my bag.
I didn’t know what to think, the idea of other people actually being trapped in here with me was both a comforting and horrifying thought. My mind tiptoed back to the man who had attacked me earlier. Was he just another one like me, someone trapped and lost in here unable to make his way out? Why did he attack me? Oddly enough I found myself hoping that all this new information, as well as that man, was just the house messing with me.
As strange as it might sound a part of me still didn’t want to believe any of this was actually happening. It’s hard to deny evidence when it’s right in front of your face, but I grew up in a world where when you leave a room it doesn’t disappear behind you. I don’t know, maybe it sounds dumb, but I struggled to believe the events around me were real. Sure I was no saint, I had made plenty of mistakes, but I never thought I was actually that bad of a guy. I always figured things like this only happened to bad people. If they happened at all that is. Which if you asked me prior to all this I would have said that it doesn’t, and as I sat in that room, I hoped that I had simply lost my mind rather than let this shape a new reality for me.
I must have sat on that bed for hours just staring at the door, anxious to leave but knowing that crossing the threshold was my only chance to escape. Eventually, with a pit in my stomach, I stood and approached my only exit, but I stopped when I heard the sound of a phone ringing somewhere within the room. With a quick look, it didn’t take me long to find where the ringing came from. Sitting on a shelf above the sink, right at eye level, was a seemingly new Motorola cell phone. While I was positive it was possible I missed tons of things in that room, I was sure that nothing sat on the shelf above the sink. Big and blocky it called out to me. Curiosity fusing with confusion I walked to the device as it sat there in its vibration fueled dance. Picking it up I pressed the talk button and placed the large object to my ear. Hearing a brief moment of static, I didn’t say anything at first, but wouldn’t have to as the voice on the other end spoke.
“Markus Sullivan I presume?” The voice carried a deep age to it but didn’t sound aggressive.
“Speaking.”
“This is just a formality of course, but nonetheless, duty is duty, I am calling to tell you that you’ve been invited to the long man's masquerade. While I don’t mean to rush you, I would have to ask that you do not dilly dally. Thank you that is all.”
“Wait!” I found myself saying but the man was gone, his voice replaced by static.
The first nonaggressive human interaction I had since entering the house was gone, with no answers given, I was alone again. I dialed all the numbers I could remember, the police, my parents, but the connection never went through. Hoping that if I discovered a new area of the house I could contact someone outside I stuffed the phone into my bag.
Opening the door I stood at its precipice, the light from the room illuminating the area ahead, one I did not recognize. The floor was made of dirt and the walls were lined with bricks as wooden beams below floorboards created a ceiling. I assumed that this was the basement I had semi intentionally avoided earlier, if not, I can’t say I was excited to see where it led. After giving my flashlight one last test and holding it firmly in my left hand, I exited the room as the door came to a close behind me.
I sank into the dirt slightly as it formed barriers around my shoes, it’s cold temperature breathing a chill on my feet. I searched the room for any clues as to where I should be headed but found nothing. The room had no exit. When I turned around the room I excited had vanished, instead of a door, solid brick now stood in its place. I walked around the room for a few minutes trying to find anything that could help me but ultimately come up with nothing. I tried digging through the dirt but discovered concrete below it about one to two feet down. I inspected the bricks to try and see if anything stood out but again found nothing. I pushed on the walls and used what remained of the broom to see if any of the boards above lifted. No matter what I tried it all ended in failure.
Thinking back to the secret compartment in the drawer I put my right hand on the wall and began circling the room feeling for any difference that couldn’t be caught with my eyes. Like a loose brick ready to give way. When I was about halfway around the room my hand slid inside one of the bricks. I pulled my hand back as quickly as possible, scared it might not be there any longer and to my relief, I still had my hand. I scanned the wall with my light and saw nothing out of the ordinary, it looked no different from the rest of the room. Once more I took my right hand and tried resting it on the wall, I was unable to as I soon found it sliding through once again. From where I stood it looked like I only had half an arm. Carefully I walked forward and passed right through the wall as if there was nothing there, to begin with. I won’t lie, I wasn’t expecting that. Shining my flashlight down the new area I saw I now stood in a dark corridor.
The hall wasn’t small but likely wouldn’t be able to fit two people walking next to one another. Also, the ceiling had changed from boards and flooring to solid concrete. I walked through the darkness until the path behind me was replaced by the empty void ahead. The pain of my injuries still coursed through my body, slowing down any and all progress I could make. As I made it further ahead the tunnel began to curve from left to right but never made a hard turn. After a few minutes of walking, I began to notice the dirt was rising on a slight incline, the cement ceiling slowly making its way down towards me. As I kept going this became more gradual. With no room left for me to stand I crouched down and placed my free hand against the wall for support. This didn’t last long however due to my confines growing more narrow I soon was forced to drop onto my knees, the feeling of claustrophobia growing inside of me, as I crawled deeper in.
I came to a stop as I practically hit a wall, the chamber had grown so tight that the only way I could progress was to get down on my stomach and army crawl through the thin passageway. Nervous to trap myself any further I looked behind me to see my way of escape gone. A solid brick wall in its place. A little desperate not to go on I tried pushing on the wall but sadly found it was rock solid.
“I should have figured.” I said under my breath.
Getting down on my stomach and placing my flashlight into my mouth, I started my crawl through, hoping these catacombs wouldn’t end up as my tomb. Dirt worked its way into my mouth and blurred my vision, as it saw fit to fill any other locations available to it. Inch by inch I could see the sides of the tunnel making their way towards me, closing me in as much as possible without ever making movement an impossible task. My fear of being forever trapped in here only grew as my elbows scraped off the walls with every pull of my body. Trying my best to comfort myself I forced the thought of how I’d laugh whenever anyone talked about pain after I got out of here, all the while knowing I may never get the chance to leave the house, let alone my current predicament.
I must have spent around ten minutes pulling myself through the fissure when hope finally began to fail me. No matter how far I went, and no matter what I told myself the path ahead never came to an end.
Exhausted and overwhelmed with the feeling of hopelessness, I laid my head on the cold dirt. The path was far too cramped to turn around even if that was an option. I felt around my confines as best I could but found no hints of escape. Trapped there in my small prison, my mind walked it’s way back to when I laid under that man. I had done all I could to avoid thinking of him, and the face he made when I plunged that shard of glass plunged into his neck. As the blood flowed from his wound, was this what he felt in that brief moment before death. Did he know that there was no getting out of this and that his journey was over or was he unable to believe what was happening right up until the darkness rolled in, and he faded away? Though his final moments were short, was he wondering how long his suffering was going to last, or did he just accept it? Was I just going to accept it? That there might not be a way out. This potentially being my tomb. Was that even something you can accept, the thought of living one moment and being gone the next? Not in the way you can be walking down the street knowing you might meet your end someday, but instead, accepting the fact that in a moment from now your life will be over. Trapped and hardly able to move, I closed my eyes not knowing what to do, and just laid there. For the shortest of seconds, off in the distance, I thought I heard the sound of footsteps. The running of shoes on hard concrete.
“Where is it!?” A voice so faint I almost shouldn’t have been able to hear it.
“I don’t know.” This voice was consumed with panic and then paused for a moment. “Have you guys seen Tyler? Where is he?”
“There ain’t any time for this, both of you shut the fuck and get a move on.”
“I guess there really are other people here.” I thought to myself.
Footsteps. I could just barely hear six human feet running somewhere down at the end of my tunnel. My eyes shot open and I raised my head realizing what I just heard. People. There were people and I could hear them. Mustering all the strength that I could I began pulling myself forward once again. After a minute of crawling, I looked on, and with my light still in my mouth, I was slowly starting to be able to make out an exit. An opening off in the distance. As I got closer I began to see past the exit and into the room beyond. From where I was I could tell It appeared to be high up in proportion to the room. I dragged myself as best I could, ignoring the exhaustion and my bleeding elbows, and before I knew it I had reached the end. I gripped the edges of the hole with both hands, kicking into the dirt as I did so. I pulled with all my might and began my plummet into the room beyond. The fall was shorter than I had expected and still hurt all the same, but I didn’t care. Tears of joy filled my eyes as I had escaped from my coffin. In the rush, I jumped to my feet and threw my arms up in the air just happy to be free of the tunnel. After a moment of celebration, I now realized I stood in a large circular room with three paths in front of me.
I had come to a crossroads. Standing there ignoring all the pain in my body I shined my light, luckily no worse for wear, down each of the three paths. I thought for a moment about following the voices I had heard, but when I looked to my right, remembering the fear held within their voices, I decided against the idea. While having other people to work with was an enchanting thought, I couldn’t bring myself to risk getting attacked once again. Wishing I had some chalk stuffed away in my backpack, I contemplated which of the remaining two paths I should take. The left path was out of the question, screw that, but as I stared off to the right, I knew I couldn't force myself to go down that path either. Whoever else was down here came from that direction, if they were trying to outrun someone or something, for all I knew it was still back there. Going straight ahead felt like the only decision I could make that would provide any form of safety.
The entirety of the area that now surrounded me was made up of large blocks of stone, smooth to the touch, with the distance from wall to wall providing me with far more room to maneuver than ever before. As I walked deeper in, the air around me started to grow cold, and moisture-filled the air. It hadn’t taken long for me to find a few things that stood out down there. As I walked, I started to notice puddles of some strange liquid on the ground, it had both the color and smell of bile. I was ultimately disgusted when I found one of my shoes trying to stick to the ground as I lifted it. Looking around it seemed to ooze from within the walls and further ahead began dripping from above. As if so much of the liquid had built up behind the walls that it had to find a way through.
Above me, the worst offender of these acts lay. A hole just slightly bigger than what I had previously crawled through, let the strange fluid seep out from within, pouring down the sides of the crater in the roof running like thin slowly falling waterfalls. Below it the substance had pooled stretching from wall to wall, the stone blocks from above lying crumbled around the ground.
With an uneasy touch, I poked the substance with a finger and as I pulled away long strands of it led from me and back to its source. Suppressing my disgust I walked through the puddle of sticky goop, that sadly now seemed to have surrounded me on all sides. Reaching the end of my chosen hall I stood before a large wall, a square hole nesting down in the center of the obstruction in my path. Peaking through I could see the hall continued on the other side. To my left however was another break in the stonework like before, leaking its vile substance, more shattered blocks below it. This one stood at about eye level and leaning forward I inspected this strange blemish on the scenery.
The hole wasn’t just a small cavity behind the wall like I had hoped and instead looked closer to a burrow. Dugout through the dirt behind the wall, this small passageway led ahead a few feet before bending up and out of my sight. Covering every inch of the tiny channel, were deep human-looking scratch marks, flooded over by the slow-moving flow of the putrid river that ran throughout.
Getting down onto my hands and knees I crawled through the square path at the bottom of the wall. Like before this corridor was covered in those strange holes all leaking that sludge. Made uneasy by all this I avoided them as best I could as I walked to whatever was ahead. At the end of my new path, I discovered another crossroads identical to the one I had left prior, although to my surprise I found that I was no longer alone down here. Standing with one arm against a wall, resting at the path ahead, was a young man. He breathed heavily and stared at me horrified just as unnerved of my presence as I was of his. All along his body were what appeared to be scratches cut deep into his skin.
“My name is Mark, I’m not gonna hurt you, so please don’t hurt me!” I took a few steps forward trying my best to appear peaceful.
As I slightly closed the distance between him and I, he began shaking his head back and forth, I couldn’t be sure, but it sounded like he was saying no under his breath. With a closer look, I realized who I thought was a young man, seemed to only be a teenager, scraggly chin hair and all.
“Holy shit,” I muttered to myself. “you’re just a kid. Look I don’t know what’s going on here, but I feel like I can maybe help you out!”
“Shut up shut up shut up.” He shook his head in a manic fashion looking around as fast as he could.
Kid or not he could still be dangerous. About halfway across the room, I planted both feet firmly on the ground as I slowly reached back and placed a hand on my spear.
“I’m friendly I swear, so I’m not gonna hurt you unless you hurt me! Let's be peaceful about this!”
“Please just shut the fuck up!” he screamed before covering his mouth with both hands, tears, wasting no time, poured from his eyes.
Before I could react to this outburst, I watched as two long arms dropped down from the ceiling, and grabbed the kid by the head. He screamed in absolute terror for a fraction of a second and then was viciously lifted from the ground and dragged into a hole above. As his screams echoed out from within, I felt panic grip the inside of my chest and without thinking I ran down the tunnel to my left.
In my race away from what I had just witnessed, I saw the similarities between the corridor I now spirited down and the one I had just left. A key difference between the two being that the holes I had seen prior had multiplied and now littered all sides of the hall. Doing my best to keep as much distance between me and them as I could, I ran down the center of the passageway but soon found myself bobbing a weaving as the holes began appearing on the ground. I ran as the tunnel opened in more directions, slowly forcing me to lose track of where I had traveled, all the while doing my best not to slip on the substance that coated the ground. As I sprinted the boy’s screams seemed to resonate from within the dirt tunnels taking away my ability to determine where his voice was truly coming from. Taking a turn to my right I quickly saw a room much like the one I had first left, the floors made of dirt and the walls made up of thin red bricks.
Much like the room I had entered after leaving my sanctuary, this room held only one thing. A large wooden staircase that led up to a white wooden door. My freedom now before me, I left wet tracks in the dirt as I leapt up the staircase as fast as I could. The old thing creaked and moaned as sheats of dust were launched up from the wooden boards. I was about halfway up when I heard a sharp crack from beneath one of my feet. Whipping my head towards the sound, I watched as the board snapped beneath my weight and my foot plummeted through the fresh gap. In my forward momentum, all my weight was thrust upon my left foot, with no effort of my own, it slammed down on the board ahead. Fearing the worst I threw my arms onto the railing as the other board was pushed from its spot on the staircase. My flimsy grip failing me I began to fall back down into the basement. In a last-ditch attempt towards salvation, I tried my best to grab onto one of the remaining stairs. This was fruitless however as my nails dug into the board they shattered and were ripped from my fingers. Screaming I was sent crashing down onto the dirt floor as the remaining air in my lungs was launched from within.
My desperate cries now faded, all I could do was quietly lay there, the now oh so familiar feeling of defeat making itself at home once more. My face grew red as piping hot tears leaked from my eyes, a new pain sending shock waves coursing throughout my body. Visions of the fate that had befallen that poor kid raced through my mind as I was now trapped with no known way of escape. While my elbows had previously been scrapped to all hell, I could now feel fresh wounds across my legs, the skin having been torn from my body in the fall.
Catching my breath as best I could, I painstakingly pulled myself to my feet, and looking up at the door, I screamed in an angered panic. Stumbling back to the way I had come, exhaustion began to take its toll once again as I tried to push through it. My time to think was cut short as the sound of something large and fast-moving escaped from within the tunnels, in my excitement I had failed to pay any attention to the screams of the kid, and now noticed their vacant absence. Panicked I Waved my flashlight around all the cavities I could see, trying to pinpoint where the sound was coming from, hoping that if I saw it before it saw me I would be able to escape. I stopped my search as I focused the light on one of the burrows that sat atop the entrance of my only path out.
I went to run but was too late as fear and pain took control of my body and had glued me to the spot where I stood. With bated breath, I watched as slimy strands of long black hair fell from the hole, as dirt encased fingers preciously wrapped themselves around its edges. As if intentionally trying to torture me, the body inched its way from within the cavity, twisting and contorting its self in a way that would have almost looked elegant under normal circumstances. Slowly the abnormally long torso of a young woman revealed itself and with a gooey plop, the woman hit the ground, her body flipping in the air as she fell. standing at roughly seven feet the creature towered over me.
While the upper half of the creature was indeed that of a young woman, it’s lower half looked like a massive slug. The woman held a terrifying presence. The torso stretched from her waist at an abnormally long length, far longer than that of any normal person. The arms were bone-thin but carried the same macabre length as this unholy chimera of a human and slug was forced to keep its arms bent as it stood. If it hadn’t they likely wouldn’t have been able to fit between it and the ground. Its spine was hunched holding the head of the malformed thing down, hair blocking any view of its face. It sat there for a moment craning its neck like it was looking for me. With a quick glance towards the door, in a poorly attempted hope for escape, I was forced to remove any doubt that that was still a viable option. With no time to spare, I ripped forth my makeshift stake from within my bag and plunged it into where I assumed the beast’s heart lay. This managed to do nothing but seemingly piss off the creature as it grabbed onto my weapon and crushed it within its hand.
The monster now far too aware of where I was equally didn’t waste any time. Before I could react it slammed both of its claw-like hands around my head, its fingers interlocking at the back of my skull. I could do nothing but scream as the creature pulled me towards it and echoed my sentiment with a ferocious roar of its own. Now face to face with the thing that’s when I saw it. As the beast pulled me in closer, it’s hair no longer blocking my sight, I could see that this thing didn’t have any eyes. I realized that’s why the kid had been so adamant on keeping me quiet, this thing couldn’t see, but it could hear. I had no one to blame but myself. With one hand the creature held a ferocious grip on my head and raised its other arm towards the tunnel it had come from.
As I was lifted from the ground, refusing to give up I pulled the pocket knife from my pocket and slashed at the creature's arm. At first, the dull blade was unable to make any noticeable impact towards the thing. Sawing away at its arm I kept trying, and with my final thrust, I was able to cut deep into the beast's flesh. In reaction, the creature loosened its grip on my head dropping me to the floor. It bellowed in a pained rage pulling itself back into its hole.
With no time to lose, I took off down the corridor as fast as I could, above I could hear it slithering through its tunnels chasing after me. I moved as the ever-changing path ahead ran me through its twists and turns, the monster forever hot on my heels. Completely lost I knew I wouldn’t be able to get back to where I had come from, instead I tried to take as many turns as I could in the hopes I would be able to lose the creature. As I approached another crossroads I could hear the beast crawl its way ahead of me before bursting out from the ceiling. Turning as quick as I could I swung my body to the right trying my best to stay out of the things reach, having taken the turn too hard and too fast I was unable to control myself and I came crashing knee first into the ground. I let out a pain soaked moan as the thing swung at me, ripping its claws down the side of my arm, cutting me wide open and leaving strands of shirt where my sleeve once was. Pushing myself back onto my feet I picked up my pace again, there was no need to look back as I could now hear it raging below me.
It screamed like a banshee from its chambers. Carefully I avoided all the holes around me doing my best to make note of them before I crossed their path. Inraged from the chase I could hear it on my heels as it's a hand burst from below, the nasty thing quickly wrapping its fingers tightly around my leg. Stumbling forward I was luckily able to prevent myself from falling once more and spinning around I turned and kicked at its arm as it pulled on my leg, trying to drag me down there with it. This only helped slightly but with gravity not on my side I was slowly starting to be pulled into its hole. Losing the battle I jammed the knife through the gaps between its fingers, and cutting through my pants I twisted the blade as hard as I could, trying to pry my leg free from its grasp. While it worked a little strength was not on my side and fearing the knife would snap before I could get this to work, I did the best that I could to think of another option. With time not on my side I jammed the flashlight into my pocket, with my now free hand I pulled back on the beast’s own, trying my best to grow the room between its fingers and my blade. While the effect it had was small, with the added pull I was able to twist the knife ever so slightly. With my full strength, I pulled back as quick as I could slicing across its fingers and freeing myself from its grip.
Just ahead of me I was slowly able to make out another room, as I grew closer I could see that this one was just like the other two, this time with a ladder at its center leading up to a hatch. I picked up my speed as best I could, the howls of the beast stinging my ears as I heard it travel to my right and into the wall. Seconds away from the ladder I felt a cold hand wrap around my mouth and pull me away from my destination. With zero hesitation left in me, I instantly went to plunge my knife into the arm of the beast but found a second hand had come to catch my strike. As I was pulled back into whatever held me, an annoyed groan came from it. As I turned to look at the monster which wrapped itself around me, I saw a horrified young man crouched in the corner. He held a single finger in front of his lips. When my eyes met the thing that held me I discovered that it wasn't a monster, and was instead an older looking man. Fear and anger consumed his face. Giving up on my assault my arm went limp as I held the knife at my side. The man’s grip never loosened as he tightly covered my mouth. We stood there the only light being the one still tucked in my pocket, as we waited for the beast to arrive.
It came flying out from one of the holes above and slid on the ground as it landed. It roared once more, stinging my ears as it did so, and swung it’s head as it looked for us, straining its ears as it tried to pick up on any sound. The three of us stood there each holding our breath refusing to make any noise. In its rage, the beast began sliding around wildly swinging its arms as it searched for us. As it searched for me. Slowly the man pulled me to the ground as the beast inched closer to the two of us, just barely missing our heads with its wild swings. It roared one final time, before lifting itself into a hole we had all failed to notice in the confusion. One which sat right above our heads. As it crawled back into its cavern, its slime dripped down onto me, it’s slug-like tail inches from my face.
We stayed like that, the man’s hand still wrapped around my mouth, for a few minutes. Carefully he removed his hand from my mouth, and as I looked at him he held a solid finger to his own. A scornful look in his eyes. Wordlessly one after another we climbed the ladder and excited those horrible catacombs. We pulled ourselves up into the large open space of a barn.
Now no longer alone, I could only wait and see if things were about to go from bad to worse, or if these two would be able to help me on my way out of here.
- Mark Sullivan
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2020.12.01 21:15 334sissyboy Aspen: Sissy Cuck

Aspen held the phone in font of his face as he laid on his side. His mistress, Em, was rhythmically thrusting into his tight sissy ass as she pegged him. Em loved to fuck Aspen as they spooned, she could look over his shoulder and direct his actions on the phone as he swiped left or right on her tinder account. Each thrust made the sissy’s dick (or clit as Em called it) throb in the chastity cage he was locked in. It had been six days sense Em had locked Aspens clit in the small, restrictive cage as she explained to him that he wouldn’t be let out until she fucked a real man.
“No... no...” Em whispered into Aspens ear. “Keep swiping sissy.”
Em reached over Aspen and started to gently massage her sissy’s balls. The sensation made Aspen moan and push his ass back onto his mistress’s strap on.
“Stop... click on his picture” Em said thrusting deep into Aspen. “Is that Marcus Black?”
“Yes Mistress...” Aspen moaned as the strap on penetrated him deep.
“God he’s hot, show me his pictures” Em directed her sissy as she sped up her thrusts.
Marcus Black was a linebacker for the college that the kinky couple attended. He was listed as 6’3” 240lb, and judging by the shirtless pictures on his tinder profile it was all muscle.
“Swipe right.” Em said “Swipe right, right fucking now.”
Aspen swiped right as Em pulled him to his knees and started to fuck him doggie style. Em started fucking Aspen hard with a new level of aggression. She and slapping his sissy ass making her sissy moan grunt noises of lust. Aspen’s locked sissy clit swung between his legs as the pressure built up making him feel like he was going to burst.
“Oh god, Mistress” Aspen moaned, a long string of pre cum hung down from his chastity cage. “I’m so close!”
Em stopped her thrusting and pulled the strap on out of the sissy’s ass.
“You think you can cum? I haven’t even cum...” Em pulled the strap on harness off and laid on her back with her legs spread. She yanked her phone from Aspen. “Eat up, you useless sissy”
Apron crawled between the long legs of his mistress and started to lick her pussy. Em cooed as his tongue licked up her wet clit; the sounds filled the feminized sissy with pride. Aspen loved being between his mistress’s thighs as she moans and sighs. He loved looking up as her body went through an orgasmic dance as her breath quickened and caught in her throat. Seeing the way she reacted during any sort of sexual play was his favorite.
“Oh fuck you’re so good at that Aspen, it’s the only reason I keep you around sissy!” Em cried out as Aspen swirled his tongue over her clit. Aspen went to town licking between the fold of her pussy lips, greeted by sweet tastes of Em’s juices. Em slid her hand to the back of Aspens head interlocking her fingers in his shoulder length hair that he had been growing out.
“Omg we matched!” Em said at the cusp of an orgasm.
After Aspen licked Em to two orgasms, she quickly exchanged numbers with Marcus and their conversation turned sexual almost immediately. The next day was a sexual blur for Aspen as he spend the majority of his free time with his face between his mistress’s legs or getting her ready for her meet up with Marcus. Em would send screen shots of her conversation and pictures with the large black bull to Aspen. Even if aspen wasn’t in chastity he was no man compared to Marcus. Some of the pictures Marcus sent showed his cock. Even soft the large black man was three times the size of Aspen; hard Marcus was probably 10 inches.
“Baby, we need to get something special...” Em announced.
“What do we need” Aspen asked.
“I ordered you two new toys, and need lingerie, I think we will go to the mall and pick some out” Em said as she walked to the closet to get dressed before they left.
Aspen sat in the passengers seat enjoying the feeling of his overly full balls being cradled by soft panties and the stocking that he wore under his pants. Even the jeweled plug in his sissy ass felt good.
“Mistress?” Aspen asked as they turned into the mall parking lot.
“Yes, honey?” Em inquired.
“Does Marcus know about me?” Aspen followed up.
“Does he know I have a boyfriend or that my boy friend isn’t a real boy but rather a sissy gurl” Em said teasingly.
“Any of it Mistress.” Aspen replied feebly.
“He knows....” Em replied as she put the car in park and hopped out.
Aspen got out of the car and followed her into the mall. Em led they way to a lingerie boutique where the couple started browsing the racks. Eventually Em directed Aspen to find a set of lingerie that he would like to see her in.
“Do I get to see you in this?” Aspen asked.
“Of course you do. It might be ripped and in tatters by that point after Marcus fucks me senseless.” Em replied.
“Okay what about these panties?” Aspen asked. “With a matching bra!”
Aspen held up a set of black lace panties and a matching bra. Em broke into a smile.
“And we could add these stocking and a garter belt too...” Em said pointing out a set of stockings.
“Yes Mistress.” Aspen said imagining his mistress in the black lingerie.
“And because you’re such a good sissy ‘gurl’ I’ll get you a matching set” Em said as Aspens clit swelled in its cage at the word “gurl.”
Humiliation is what drove Aspen into being Aspen. Before he had met Em, Aspen was a normal guy named Jay. He watched sports, drank beer with his buddies and dated girls like an average guy, but then he started dating Em and things changed. Em took over Aspens’s world and before he knew it he was asking for permission to cum, and begging to be feminized.
“Come on, let’s check out, sissy” Em said a little louder than Aspen would have liked.
Em led Aspen to the check out counter. A girl around their age who odds would say attended the same college was at the register.
“Did you find everything okay?” The attendant asked.
“Yes we did” Em replied.
“Oh my god, these are so pretty you’ll look so good in them!” The girl remarked.
“WE will look good in them” Em corrected her, smirking and raising her brow when she emphasized the word “we.”
“One set for me... and one for my pathetic excuse of a boyfriend” Em added.
Aspen’s stomach twisted into knot as Em said this. The girl at the register was blushing but not nearly as hard as the embarrassed sissy.
“Well, have a fun time” the girl said with a giggle as Em led Aspen out of the store.
Back in the car Aspen was still blushing. His clit struggled in the confines of its cage. The plug filled his ass. The humiliation and public display under his mistress had him at his limit.
“Mistress, I need to cum so bad” Aspen wind.
“Ohhh is my sissy turned on?” Em teased as she reached over and grabbed Aspen’s locked clit. “Show me sissy.”
Aspen obediently spilled his pants down to the top of the lace stocking showing his locked panties off. There was a small wet patch of precum that had leaked out from the small prison locking up his manhood.
“Oh that’s so cute you get wet when you’re turned on!” Em remarked as she swirled a finger over his locked clit.
“Yes, Mistress” Aspen dutifully replied. The rest of the car ride seemed to drag on for Aspen as his mistress wouldn’t let him cover up is feminine secret. It seemed like more and more precum would leak out at each stop light due to the risk of being seen by on lookers inside passing cars.
When they arrived back at Em’s apartment Aspen asked “Mistress, where am I going to be for this? Am I going to be in the room?”
“Oh that’s a good question, I haven’t really been thinking about you. My mind has been preoccupied with the thought of Marcus’s massive black cock stretching me open” Em replied. “I’ll check with Marcus, he might not want you around.”
“I... I think I’d want to watch you Mistress.” Aspen commented “If that counts for anything.”
“Why is that?” Em asked her sissy.
“I don’t know how to describe it, but the humiliation and jealousy... I feel it sexually and it the biggest rush ever” the sissy explained.
Em smiled at Aspen, she loved when her sissy gave her nuggets of information like this. It made their relationship closer and feel real. Em thought it built trust and understanding.
“Do you want me to humiliate you more?” Em inquired. Aspen just nodded yes. “I need you to say it, Aspen”
“I want you to humiliate me, Mistress” Aspen said quickly.
To which Em replied with “Good, now go take a shower shave your body smooth and get dressed in what I lay out for you. I’m going to call Marcus I’ll ask if it’s okay that you stay and watch but if he says no then you can’t stay here.”
Aspen nodded yes and went off to shower. He shaved his body and face. Aspen loved being hairless and smooth. He then went to work on fixing his hair and make up. Em dutifully fought Aspen how to fix his appearance so that he was possible. She said he was lucky because he didn’t have many masculine features.
As Aspen was putting on his eye makeup, he heard Em talking on the phone in the front room. He wondered if she was still on the phone with Marcus, talking about the orgasmic night ahead of them.
“Aspen!” Em called.
“Yes, mistress?” Aspen called back as he applied eyeliner.
“When you’re done getting ready put the lingerie I laid out on the bed. The bring your pathetic sissy ass out here, I have something to show you and I have to give you your new toys!” Em said giggling.
“Yes ma’am” Aspen replied. Several minutes later, Aspen pulled the lace panties up his legs over the garters. Em liked for him to wear his panties over his garter belts so that it would be easier to take on and off when the time came. Looking into the full length mirror Aspen took in his reflection. His lefts looks feminine in heels and stockings, the charter belt added a touch of class that he just adored and the black lacy panties cupped his full balls perfectly. The combination of panties and garter suspenders made his bubble butt pop. His hair and make up made his features look incredibly girly. He actually looked like a flat chested girl minus the chastity cage between his legs. The feeling he felt inside turned him on. It had been a week at this point in chastity and his hormones were flowing, so was the precum that made a small wet patch at the tip of his chastity cage.
Aspen turned and walked toward the front room, thankful that Em had forced him to learn to walk in heels. As he opened the door and walked out of the bedroom his stomach twisted into a knot; he was met by laughter but not just Em’s. Ann, Em’s neighbor was sitting on the living room couch. Aspen got light headed and stumbled reaching out he used the wall to catch himself. Em had exposed him before, to the fire at the lingerie boutique, but he his girlie cloths were covered up by his boys cloths. This was the first time that someone from out side the kinky couples relationship had seen him dressed as a sissy.
“Oh my god look at him! He looks like a girl!” Ann cried out.
“What... what’s is she doing here?” Aspen muttered trying to cover himself.
“Don’t you dare cover your self up!” Em yelled. “Marcus said he didn’t mind if you watched but it would have to be over FaceTime, he didn’t want your pathetic ass in the room, so I asked Ann to watch you while I’m getting dicked down.”
Aspen stood up straight blushing. He was filled with fear he felt that a line had been crossed but any anger he felt faded into a feeling of humiliation fueled arousal. Ann smiled, her aura was cruel but she looked to be turned on by the situation.
“Oh little Aspen, I’m going to babysit you and we’re going to have so much fun!” Ann said speaking to Aspen like he was a child. “But your mistress told me I can’t let you have any cummies.”
“That’s right sissy, Miss Ann is going to be in charge of you, now cross your arms behind you back, I’m going to inspect you and give you your toys! But first I’m going to blindfold you.”
Aspen stood with his arms folded behind his back and his legs slightly spread, he looked at his Mistress. She was beautiful and had an air of dominance about her. She walked behind him out of his eyesight.
“Are you ready for you for your first gift Sissy?” Em asked from behind Aspen.
Aspen just nodded his head.
“Okay Ann, you can get it” Em motioned to her neighbor. Ann got up from her spot on the couch and reached into a bad that Aspen hadn’t noticed and pulled out a huge black suction cup dildo.
“Oh my god, it’s so big” Aspen said wide eyed.
“It’s the same dimensions as Marcus” Em informed the sissy. “Now for the blindfold.”
Em covered Aspen’s eyes with a blindfold leaving him in darkness.
“I want to set some rules. First, you are not to cum with out the my permission of your superiors - that means me and Miss Ann.” Em explain. “Do you understand?”
“Yes ma’am” Answered Aspen.
Aspen flinched slightly as a pair of hands started to explore his body. Rubbing down his chest and sides.
“Second, you will follow orders Miss Ann gives you. Her words are mine.” Em added
“Yes ma’am” Aspen moaned as another set of hands started to explore his body.
“Third and finally is I you cum before your get permission you won’t be let of your cage” Em said as a hand groped his balls.
Aspen moaned, his arousal higher than it had ever been. Em attached a collar and a leash to her sissy’s neck and handed the leash to her neighbor.
“Okay Marcus is going going to be here soon I need to get ready.” Em said. “Y’all have fun!”
Ann pulled the leash with a jerk, leading the blindfolded sissy to the door. Aspen could hear the door open and feel the early evening sun on his long stocking covered legs. Aspen was thankful his girlfriend duplex apartment was set back from the road, but he knew if someone was walking down the street or driving slow and peaking through the trees they could see him. Ann lead the sissy out onto the walk before stopping. Aspen stood exposed to the world, feminized and blindfolded. Even through his fear of being seen he stood with his arms folded behind his back, legs spread.
“Oh hey Em, I’m so jealous of you” Ann said turning back. “It’s been too long sense I’ve had good dick, and Marcus Black! Wow he’s so hot”
“Oh my god he is!” Em agreed. “Let me show you some pictures of him!”
Aspen had a feeling that the girls were stalling as he stood exposed to world. The blindfold made it worse because he could hear cars and the sounds of the small city but had no way of knowing if people could see him. His mind raced as he listened for the sounds of onlookers.
“Jesus Christ, he’s huge” Ann said. “ Do you think he can fit inside you?”
“He’s going to stretch me out for sure.” Em said “I’ve never had a good dick and this cock is going to make me cum again and again...”
Aspen whined knowing that Em was right. Even before they had started chastity Aspen never made Em cum with his dick. The only way he could make her reach orgasm was by using his tongue.
“Look what he said to me here.” Em said holding her phone out to Ann.
“Oh my god. Are you going to let him do that to you?” Ann asked.
“Do I have a choice?” Em giggled.
Aspen’s mind raced he wanted to know so bad what Marcus was planning. Unfortunately for him, the blindfold kept him from reading the phone.
“My god this dildo is big Aspen open you mouth” Ann demand. Aspen opened his mouth only to find it fold by the dildo. “Don’t let it fall on the ground, dirty slut.”
Aspen’s eyes bulged under his blindfold. The dick was huge filling his oral cavity. He wondered what it would look like now, if a pedestrian walked by or a car pulled in. The thought scared him half to death but the humiliation stirred between his legs. His train of thought was broken by the two girls laughing. He heard the shutter sounds as one of the girls took a picture.
“Oh my god I forgot your second gift” em shouted with glee and a laugh. “Hold on, slut. I’ll be right back”
“Do you know what it is sissy gurl?” Ann teased “I do, and you are going to love it might be your worst enemy!”
A few minutes later Aspen heard Em return. The leash pulled him forward and down until he was bent over the hood of one of the girls cars. Em pulled Aspen’s panties down to his knees.
“Reach back and speaks your cheeks let me see your sissy pussy!” Em said accompanied by the sound of a camera taking pictures.
Aspen dod as he was told, gripping the dildo in his mouth with his lips, by this point a level of spit at formed and he started drooling onto the hood of the car. Then Aspen felt something cold on his ass hole.
“Just a little lube on your pussy!” Em said with more pictures being taken. “And now your present!”
Em inserted a plug into Aspen’s ass, it was large and made the sissy moan out to the laughter of the girls. When the plug firmly in place Em pulled Aspen’s panties up. And had him stand. The full feeling was wonderful for Aspen, but then it started to vibrate. Aspen moaned loud and the giant dildo almost fell from Aspen’s mouth.
Giggling Em addressed the sissy. “That’s it baby this is wireless, only Ann and I can control it from our phones!”
Aspen moaned a thank you with the dildo in his ass, as one of the girls started playing and changing the speed of the toy.
Em moved in front of Aspen and grabbed his balls and locked up clit. “Tonight I’m getting dicked down by a big black cock”
Em squeezed Aspen’s balls firmly with each word as she said it. Before leaning and whispering into his ear “And remember honey, you’re not a real man”
And with that Ann pulled the leash dragging Aspen off into her own apartment. As they entered the front door Em called out. “Remember, no cumming sissy!”
To the relief of Aspen’s jaw Ann removed the dildo from the sissies mouth. Aspen open and closed his jaw in a circular motion stretching his soar muscles out. Ann the led the feminized sissy to the back room having him kneel on the floor. Aspen’s new plug was still vibrating on his prostate and every few moments the vibration pattern would change. Leading to an audible moan from Aspen followed by a giggle from Ann as she was busy moving thing around the room and setting things up.
In Aspen’s head he wondered what Em was doing, if she was nervous, or having second thoughts. Aspen had spent long durations of time away from his mistress on school breaks or long weekends but during those few minted away from her under the blind fold exposed to Ann; Aspen relieved that he missed Em. A tear formed under Aspen’s blind fold he didn’t dare move and wipe it away, so it eventually rolled its way from under the blindfold and down his cheek. Suddenly he heard Em’s voice.
“Can you hear me” she said.
“Yes can you hear me?” Ann answered back.
“Okay Marcus should be here any minute” Em said with excitement ass the vibrating plug sped up inside Aspen’s ass. “Are you ready, Sissy?”
“Yes Mistress!” Aspen replied. Before adding a quick. “I love you”
“I know honey, I love you too... but you’re just not a man enough for me. That’s why I had to invite Marcus over” Em said. Ann’s giggling remind Aspen that she was there.
The sound of a car pulling in reached Aspen’s ears and he could feel Ann kneeling behind him. Aspen’s heart started to rase, he could feel if beating in his ears. There was a knock the Em’s front door. Then Aspen’s world lit up; Ann took the blind fold off.
Aspen looked around from his knees, there were several tripods and camera set up filing him. He guessed that the set up was the same on Em’s side of the duplex apartments because there was a large tv screen showing different angles of Em’s back room.
Aspen stared at the screen. He couldn’t look away because kneeling on the floor dressed in matching lingerie was Em. The only difference was that Em was still blindfolded.
Ann was still behind Aspen, she leaned over and whispered into his ear. “Look at your mistress she looks so vulnerable and slutty kneeling like that!”
Then it happened, a large black man walked into view on screen. Aspen’s clit jumped in its cage. It was Marcus and he was huge, the line backer towered over the kneeling Em.
Marcus leaned down and spoke into Em’s ear “Are you ready for a real man?”
“Yes sir” Em said her voice timid and small but filled with lust.
“Why are you doing this?” Marcus asked.
“My boy friend... I mean my sissy can’t please me” Em said. “Aspen isn’t really a man” Marcus looked at the screen and set up on Em’s side of the duplex and saw the sissy kneeling.
“Fuck, you do look like a girl” Marcus said to to Aspen through the screen. Aspen just remained quiet.
“What, the car got your tongue?” The bull teased. “I’m going to own your girl friend, do you understand?”
Aspen nodded showing he understood.
“Say it.” Marcus demanded.
“You... you... are going to own my girlfriend” Aspen had trouble getting the words out of his mouth.
Marcus pulled his shirt of and through it out of the picture before pushing his pants down and stepping out of them. His semi hard cock sprang out.
“Oh my god” The words slipped out of his mouth before he even knew he said them. His clit strained in its cage knowing because he knew that Marcus’s dick was going to change Em’s life.
“What’s that, sissy bitch?” Marcus asked.
“Nothing sir.” Aspen said meekly.
“I asked you what you said, faggot!” Marcus yelled taking his cock into his hands and slapping Em with it. Em staggered a little before getting back to her knees. Her blind fold made sure that she was unsuspecting of the hit, but she knew what had hit her and it was the first contact she had with a large black cock and it filled her with lust making her pussy damp.
“I said oh my god sir, because your cock is huge” Aspen replied.
Marcus’s cock was hard now as he said “Watch how your girl friend, no my slut uses it.”
With that Marcus pressed his cock head against Em’a lips. Em opened her mouth and started sucking the cock. It took time but she got used to the size. She couldn’t see it but that made the moment more erotic so she started to bob her head up and down vigorously. Em started to moan on the bbc as drool and spit started to build up on her lips. Each time she bobbed up and down she took it in farther and farther. Aspen could see the gleam of spit extend on the length of Marcus’s cock with each of Em’s thrusts. Then Marcus stepped in front of Em, his strong black ass and legs filled the screen. Aspen could see the kneeling figure of his beloved girlfriend between the black bulls legs. Marcus grabbed the sides of Em’s head and started to thrust in and out as he began to face fuck the girl. Aspen could her Em struggle to take the massive cock being farces in and out of her mouth. She gagged and choked on it but she never quit. Em had always hated giving Aspen head, but she eagerly let the giant bbc fuck her mouth.
Aspen just looked on in awe. He saw the large black balls hanging between Marcus’s legs swing back and forth hitting Em’s chin until long strings of spit and drool hung from the black mans sac.
Just the Aspen felt something against his lips. He had forgotten that Ann was behind him now she was shoving the large black dildo into Aspen’s mouth. Aspen reluctantly opened his mouth and Ann went to town. She did not let Aspen get accustom to it’s size and rapidly started to face fuck the sissy’s mouth. Aspen gagged and choked on the dildo but couldn’t take his eyes off the screen where Marcus was using his girlfriend like a sex toy.
In the other apartment Marcus pulled his dick out of Em’s mouth giving her some air. She gasped to catch her breath as Marcus pulled the blind fold off her face. Em’s eyes lit up as she saw Marcus naked and in the flesh for the first time. Her eyes were hungry and filled with lust.
“Holy fuck!” She said as she eagerly dove back onto the cock in front of her. This time Em was the one fucking Marcus’s cock with her mouth. As Aspen watched the scene in front of him Ann fucked his mouth with the dildo, drool was hanging from his lips as he watched Em devour a cock.
Em was stroking Marcus with both hands and sucking him off at the same time, the sound of her slurping was guttural. Her eye make up started to run as tears formed from taking suck a large unit into her mouth. Aspen thought to him self that Em looked possessed.
“Awwww” Aspen moaned. Ann had changed the vibrating plugs patter and was using her free hand to push it in and out of Aspen’s ass. The sissy fell down so that he was on on his elbows.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck” Aspen cried as the pressure on his prostrate make his clit fill the space in its cage.
“Fuck?” Marcus asked. Pulling his drool covered cock out of his new sluts mouth. Em lunged for the cock after it was pulled out but Marcus grabbed a fist full of her hair and pulled her closer to the camera. With Em held at bay Marcus looked into the camera. “Do you want me to fuck my slut”
Aspen groaned and looked up at the camera. Em was still trying to get her mouth to Marcus cock despite being held back.
“Please fuck me, please!!!” Em begged trying to land her mouth on the giant black dick.
“I... I... I don’t know!!” Aspen cried out trying to to cum as Ann pressed the vibrating plug in and out of Aspen’s ass.
Marcus dragged Em to the bed by her hair, and pulled her panties off, he started to slap the head of his cock on her wet pussy lips.
“You want this slut?” He asked her.
“Yes yes I need it.” Em shouted. “Oh my god fuck me already.”
“Tell me what you are!” Marcus shouted.
“I’m your slut, I’m yours I belong to you pleasee fuck me!” Em begged
“I own you now.” Marcus said slapping her clit with his dick “You are mine!”
“Yes yessss! I’m you’re slut I’m your slave you’re my master!” Em panted, she was almost crying at this point the only thing on her mind was Marcus’s big dick repeatedly slapping her wet pussy.
Aspen was stunned as he watched his girl friend degrade her self for black cock. He watched as Em twisted and squirmed under Marcus just trying to get the huge cock into her wet pussy.
“Awwwweeee!!l Em screamed! Marcus pushed his cock in one smooth pump into the slutty girls pussy. “Fuck!”
Aspen heard Em through the walls. He saw her body tense up. It took one stroke of Marcus cock and his mistress started to cum.
Ann turned the vibrating plug to maximum and Aspen collapse to the ground shaking at the brink of orgasm as he looked up at the screen and saw his precious girlfriend orgasm on another mans superior cock.
Marcus drove into Em, he didn’t go easy on his new sex slave. He pounded her with the full ten inches. Em’s eyes rolled back into her head as he fucked her senseless. Marcus used deep powerful thrusts that caused the long legged girl to gasp and moan with pleasure. The sounds Em made were guttural and loud as came over and over.
Marcus’s black cock was coated with Em’s cream and cum as he pulled out of her gaping pussy lips, grabbing his submissive girl by the hair hell pulled her to her feet and pushed her chest first into the wall before sliding back into her. Fucking her from behind Marcus slammed into Em over and over again. Red hand prints appeared on Em’s ass as Marcus spanked her. The speed at which Marcus fucked his new toy amazed Aspen who looked on with jealousy at the brink of his own orgasm.
Marcus fucked Em against the wall. Aspen could hear the thudding and as he looked on he saw a framed picture that he and Em took together at six flags the summer before. The picture bounces abs shook as the bull took advantage of Aspen’s girlfriend until it fell to the ground and shattered, Em screened as yet another orgasm hit her making her legs shake as her face and chest was pressed against the wall.
Ann turned the vibrating plug off and pulled Aspen up to his knees by his hair.
“Look at that sissy, your whole world is shattering and you’re about to cum because of it!” Ann said as she squeezed Aspen’s full balls.
Marcus pulled out of Em and stepped back, the girl fell to the ground shaking as organs continued to roll through her body. He picked the girl up by the East and positioned her face down ass up before turning to the camera.
“I’m going to fuck this slaves ass!” He billowed. “What are you going to do about it?”
Aspen looked on in shock. Em hated anal she refused to let the sissy anywhere near her ass hole.
“Try to stop me bitch” Marcus challenged the sissy!
“Wha... what?” Aspen said to nobody in particular.
On screen Marcus began to slap Em’s ass as he reached for a bottle of lube. Aspen’s head spun. He didn’t know what to do.
“What are you waiting for sissy, go save you girl if you can!” Ann said into Aspen’s ear.
Aspen shot to his feet and ran out of Ann’s apartment into Em’s. Aspen rushed into the back room and froze in the door way. Marcus loomed over Em who at this point was reaching back between her legs rubbing her slit as Marcus lubed up her ass. Marcus looked over his shoulder at the sissy and laughed. Aspen was filled with hate and jealousy and envy, the sissy’s stocking covered legs went into motion and he sprinted across the room and through his body into Marcus.
Aspen feel to the floor the strong black man didn’t flinch and just smiled down at him as he used his fingers to probe and lube up Em’s ass.
“You’re going to hurt her!” Aspen cried but Em stoped his complaint by reaching over and grabbing his balls and cage. Em squeezed tight causing her sissy pain.
“Shut the fuck up Aspen! Get on your knees and hold out you hands!” She said. “Master, make him lube you up”
Aspen’s heart broke but his sissy clit leaked when Em said the word master. He knew that Em was Marcus’s at the point, but the sissy did as he was told. Kneeling he held out his hands waiting for Marcus to squirt some lube into his palms.
Marcus slapped his huge dick into the sissies hands and was about to squirt the lube before he stopped. Aspen closed his fingers around the shaft and stroked the cock unconsciously. Marcus just laughed at the pathetic sissy.
“Suck it sissy fag.” He laughed.
“What?” Aspen said.
“It’s ‘What, Master?’ and I said suck it!” Marcus pulled Aspen by the hair and shoved his cock into the sissies mouth. He started to face fuck the sissy. Aspen didn’t know what was happening but before long he found himself on his knees taking the cock in his mouth.
The buzzing started up again on Aspen’s prostate as Ann had followed him into Em’s apartment.
“Oh my god, I think he likes it!” Ann said as he hand slipped into her shorts.
“Fuck the sissy gurl can suck a dick! Do you like it sissy fag!” Marcus teased.
Not knowing what came over him with a cock in his mouth Aspen just moaned in agreement and started to bob his head up and down. Aspen looked up at Marcus from his knees and he gave his mouth to the black bull. Before he knew it he found his hands on the cock striking is abs his head bobbing up and down.
“He’s a natural! I might keep this one too!” Marcus laughed.
“God. Your sissy is a cock sucker, Em” Ann laughed as she played with herself.
Em got to her knees she was the jealous one now. Marcus guided her head to his balls. Em went to work licking the big bulls heavy ball sac. It felt huge on her nose as she got under it and licked and sucked Marcus’ balls.
Aspen kept going getting sloppy and wet as he sucked Marcus off. He moaned and swirled his tongue on the shaft before Marcuse made the kinky couple switch places. Em went back to work on her new masters cock; set to prove that she was Marcus’s best cock sucker.
“Oh fuck - I like this” Marcus moaned. “Are you ready for you ass to get fucked, my cute little slut?”
“Yes, master.” Em said getting up and kneeling on the edge of the bed.
“Okay, sissy, let me see your hands.” Marcus told Aspen.
Aspen knelt next to Marcus and held his hands out receiving a generous squirt of lube. Aspen then stoked Marcus spreading the line out.
“Guide him into my ass aspen deer!” Em said from her spot on the bed. Aspen guided Marcus’s sick to Em’s waiting ass.
“Oh fuck.” Em moaned as Marcus pushed his dick into her ass. Em’s voice had hints of pain but was mostly lust. “Okay, let me breath... okay”
Marcus lowly pushed in deeper until he was all the way in.
“Mmmm that’s it baby girl” Marcus cooed. “Take my dick in your ass.”
Em started to press against the cock as Marcus built up a rhythm. The girl started to moan with each thrust.
“Wow, that’s so hot, girl!” Ann said.
“I’ve been practicing” Em said in a giggle mixed with a moan. This shocked Aspen he thought En hated anal but he realized Em just didn’t want anal with him.
Marcus started to grunt as he held Em’s hips and fucked her. Aspen was filled with lust and before he knew what’s he was doing crawled under Marcus and started to eat out Em. This sent Em over the edge as she began to cum on Marcus. Aspen could feel Marcus’s balls slapping against his chin so he lid down and started to lick the heavy ball sac.
Before long Marcus flipped over so he was sitting, he held Em up so her back was against her chest and started to fuck her. Aspen started to lick Marcus’s balls as he impales Em.
Em shrieked as she bounces on the large cock. Aspen went from licking Marcus’s balls and shaft to Ems vagina and back.
“Oh my god I’m going to cum again Master!” Em cried out. Aspen moved up and started sucking on Em’s clot as his girl friend came again on Marcus cock. Em’s eye rolled back and he started to shake uncontrollably. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuckkkkk”
Em went limp on the massive cock, lost in her own world. As wave upon wave of organic bliss rolled over her.
“I need a break please, Master!” Em begged.
“I ain’t done yet!” Marcus said.
Em slid if her master collapsed on the bed. Ann went and held her as she recovered. Aspen knelt watching the scene that just unfolded in front of him, that he was apart of before Marcus pulled him up by his hair.
Marcus was still sitting in the bed and spun Aspen around, with one motion he ripped Aspen’s panties off. Marcus pulled the plug out of the sissies ass and tossed it to the side. Aspen looked into Em’s eyes knowing what was about to happen.
“It’s okay, baby. I know you’re going to love it” Em said. I’ve seen your porn searches, I know you want this, faggot!”
Marcus lifted Aspen up before he could protest and slid into the sissy’s ass.
“Fuck, you’re tight sissy!” Marcus cried out. He started to thrust in and out. All aspen could do was moan and move to meet the bulls body.
Marcus leaned back onto the bed, Aspen set her feet on his thighs and extend his arms behind his back and started to bounce on Marcus.
“Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck” Aspen cried out repeatedly as we worked the massive dick in his ass. “Oh my god!”
Em got up and crammed over to Aspen. “What is is sissy?”
“It’s so good.” Aspen moaned.
“I know Masters cock is the best, sissy.” Em affirmed.
“Mistress, I’m going to cum!” Aspen cried.
“You need permission sissy!” Em said
“First ask Ann, she deserves some say in this” Em giggled.
Aspen rode the dock for a few more seconds collecting his thoughts. “Miss Ann, please May I cum?”
“Wow you are suck a pathetic sissy faggot, riding cock and begging to cum. Can you even cum locked up like that?” Ann teased as she stalled for time!
“Pleaseeee!” The desperation was building.
“Well because you have been so good I think you can cum” Ann said.
“Oh my god thank you!” Aspen sighed.
“Wait a minute, Aspen dear. I still haven’t said you can cum, I just said Ann should get a say. I think you need to beg me and then Marcus!” Em said rubbing Aspen’s balls.
“Mistress!” Aspen bucked wildly on the Marcus. As the three onlookers laughed at his predicament. “Please please please may I cum?”
“Well I think of you cum you’re going be hooked on Master forever.” Em said
“Please, please, mistress” Aspen was speaking in a whimper now as he bounced on the cock under him.
Aspen’s locked cock flopped up and down, the bouncing weight of his locked up clit made him more and more desperate to cum.
“You can cum busy first you need to ask my Master!” Em said as she rubbed the sissy’s sensitive balls.
“Marcus, please” Aspen said, he was close to orgasm it was getting hard to talk.
“I’ll let you cum sissy but you have to agree to something first.” Marcus said.
“Anything.” Aspen said his eyes starting to roll back. By this point long strings of precum were leaking down Aspen’s cage onto his sissy’s balls. Em rubbed the precum into the sissy’s full nut sac.
“Scream out that you’re a sissy slave for big black cock!” Marcus said to the laughter of the two girls watching. “And tell the world I’m your black master!”
“I’m your sissy slave! I’m your sissy slave for black dick! You’re my black master!” Aspen shouted.
“Cum!” Marcus commanded “Keep shouting it, bitch!”
Aspen came, his clit strained against his cage. Thick white globs of cum sported out and fell onto his balls and Em’s hand.
“I’m your sissy slave, Master! I’m a sissy slave” Aspen screamed over and over Marcus fucked him to orgasm.
“Oh fuck I’m going to nut!” Marcus, pulled out of the sissy and pushed him to the ground next to Em.
Em pressed her face next to her sissy’s just in time because with a load grunt Marcus let loose his load. Rope after rope of cum splashed on the pair of sex slaves faces. Aspen felt ropes of cum land across his nose and extend up into his hair. He felt another land on his chin. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the mess on Em’s fave she had a large mass of white thick cum clinging to her eye lid and stretching down to he cheek. Ann started snapping more pictures, she repeatedly talked about how hot the evening was as she did.
Em pulled Aspen’s face to hers and started making out with her sissy. They kissed each other and licked and swallowed the cum, cleaning the mess up until there was nothing left to clean.
Marcus stood over them and watched the pairs as the made out and ate cum off each other. Breaking them out of their cum filled world he announced. “I’m taking off, Em come over tomorrow morning I’ll need you’re slutty body again”
Ann took a few more pictures before leaning down and kissing Em. It was the first time Em had ever actually kissed a girl sober but she moaned.
“Thanks, Em I enjoyed the show! And don’t worry I’ll clean up my side of the apartment, call me if you need me to watch Aspen. I could use a maid.” Ann said giggling as she left.
Aspen and Em crawled up onto the bed and layer down gave to face.
“That was amazing, Aspen!” Em said.
“Yeah, it was better than I could have imagined” Aspen replied.
“I’m proud of you, sissy gurl” Em said grabbing and gently shaking Aspen’s cage.
“Do you think I could be let out?” Aspen asked.
“Maybe we should ask Master.” Em teased “but I did say I would let you out after a real man fucked me... so I’ll let you out just for the night!”
Aspen was hoping for a longer amount of freedom but he didn’t want to complain so he just smiled as Em took a key from the night stand and removed the cage.
“Thank you Mistress” Aspen said rolling over to be little spoon.
“No playing with yourself!” Em said in Aspen’s ears.
The couple let the evening drift off into night as the spooned still in their lingerie and smelling like sex.
As Em was about to fall asleep Aspen asked one last question. “Mistress?”
“Yes, Baby” Em said with her eyes closed.
“Am I gay?” The sissy asked.
Em reached around and grabbed Aspen’s free clit for the first time feeling it get hard in her hand. Em giggles remembering the size difference between Aspen and Marcus before saying “Aspen babe, sissies aren’t gay.”
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2020.12.01 20:48 Rjdeeavy Working dishy but starlink wants to cancel it

So, I have posted a query couple of week ago that my starlink was offline with no service. I tried whole range of location changes for dishy to figure out best location to get signal, without any signal. So I sent support request, support rep said that it's may be because my address might be a mile or 2 out of range, and I should either return and/or cancel my service. I agreed to their suggestion and agreed to return starlink and waiting for my return shipping label, which I am still waiting til to the date today.
Here's the situation, When my starlink wasn't getting online, I left my dishy on the roof because I was working and didn't have time to disassemble it. But yesterday before I was going to take the dishy down, I thought let's try and see if I get the internet access and VOILA within 5 minutes, I have internet connection, strong one at that. Latency is at average of 40ms and really solid speed somewhere around 90mbps to 122mbps download, it's been on from last 24 hours with really good connection.
So I replied to my support request, requesting as that they haven't send me return label yet and I have excellent coverage I would like to keep my service and kit and here's their reply.
Unfortunately your Starlink appears to be attempting to connect to a nearby service area, but is itself still outside of service range. While this is a good sign that Starlink may be available at your exact coordinates sooner rather than later, we cannot permit you to use Starlink in a location that was not initially registered on Starlink beta sign-up. Additionally, since we have already initiated the return process, we cannot recall the issued return and service cancellation at this point in time.
We apologize for the inconvenience and frustration, and are working on our end to resend you a return label for your Starlink. Please let us know if the Stow mode on your Starlink app is able to function properly in preparation for return. Should you have any further questions, please let us know and we will be happy to assist you. Thank you for your understanding!
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So can somebody explain why would they want return on the kit that is actually working ? Their explanation seems to be vague as I will be using same starlink gateway than a place 3 miles from now. Thanks
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2020.12.01 18:31 BrittonRT The Records of Sam Parks - The Shadows of Chester Mine

These are the records of Sam Parks. They will be posted in chronological order, though they can, for the most part, be read in any. For your benefit, I am only posting the ones where we observed unusual phenomena. For every noteworthy one, there were many more strikeouts.
As the logs are a haphazard combination of writings, pictures, videos, and personal memory, I am going to write them out in a more narrative format to make them easier to digest. However, these are not stories, all the events in them are completely factual to the best of my knowledge. Names of some locations have been changed to protect you from yourself.
Sammy would have wanted me to share these, and so I do.
In loving memory of Samantha Parks. You will never be forgotten.
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Our first lead came from an older native fellow working the lonely gas station along the two lane interstate. A few cars were fueling up or parked but I recall the place being quite empty.
Sam, shameless as always, asking anyone and everyone about the story we had been told by the old family friend her father had put us in touch with. The cashier seemed a bit dispassionate, but he knew of it, and gave us the directions to the small unmarked road we had shot right past. As well as a warning, that weird stuff happened out there and to be careful.
Samantha was excited. So was I, to be entirely honest. If for different reasons.
Doubling back after filling up, we turned the jeep onto what barely passed for even a dirt road and made our way for fifteen miles or so. The landscape was breathtaking, filled with mesas and little canyons. Everything glowed in hues of orange, brown, and red in the heat of the summer sun.
“I’m pretty sure it's on the backside of that ridge over there.” Sammy was standing and pointing, her upper body sticking out above the open topped vehicle. I still don’t know how she kept the dust out of her eyes.
“I’m not sure I’d call that a ridge, maybe more of a plateau or something.”
“Whatever, it looks like the thing on the map. Worth a shot.”
It took over an hour to get to the backside of the extensive mesa. The sun was starting to set and it was beginning to get dark so we pulled aside in a flat spot and set up camp for the night.
Our first three “expeditions”, as Sam loved to call them, hadn’t produced anything of note. We had tried some of the more common and popular locations like the Pine Barrens and a few famous haunted buildings, with no luck. So I was skeptical, but going on adventures with her was fun for its own sake.
My skepticism would prove to be unfounded. Sam had been right that getting off the beaten path and looking for more obscure locations might pay off, but I wouldn’t know that yet.
That night was pretty uneventful, if a bit chilly. It’s amazing how fast it goes from hot to freezing in the desert. We chatted around a small fire and eventually went to bed in our shared tent. We had a pair of those sleeping bags that can zip together, but Sam wasn’t feeling it that night so we just drifted off separately. I assume she was eager to wake up and get on with it.
The next morning, I recall being annoyed. Between my sore back and being woken by the overly enthusiastic girl I travelled with, I’m pretty sure I cursed a few times. But I don’t have records of exactly what I said in my groggy state.
We were back on the trail in no time though, cruising through the Navajo lands like we owned the place. It didn’t take long before we spotted it.
“Shit, I guess I was wrong after all.” Sam admitted, but at least we had our destination locked in now.
It was pretty obvious even from a distance; the only man made structures we’d seen since we left the interstate. Must have been from the eighteen hundreds or something, by the look of it. The old stack of wooden buildings were embedded into the side of the plateau ahead of us.
As we approached, I could see they were falling apart.
“Are you sure it’s safe to go in?” I remember asking.
“We’ll figure it out when we get there, I’m gonna get the camera rolling.”
Sammy almost never stopped filming for the rest of the trip, so from here on out I can say with more certainty that things are pretty much accurate to how they unfolded. As such, I might use more definitive language at times.
We pulled up a couple hundred feet from what looked like the mine entrance itself, but there were a number of other buildings scattered around, and in some cases above it. It was still early in the day, so we didn’t bother setting up our tents just yet, our sense of adventure getting the best of us both.
Our first stop in our exploration was a quick perusing of the shaft entrance itself.
“Spooky place.” Sam noted, shining her maglight down into the sloped hallway carved into the beige stone. It was too long to see the end from the entrance.
We changed our focus to the peripheral structures before actually going into the mine. The building to the left seemed to be some kind of office perhaps? There was an old dust covered desk. It was a small place, but we quickly located a couple old record keeping books. They were taken to be reviewed later.
“This drawer is locked.” Sam was struggling with it, but it wouldn’t budge. We moved on.
The building to the right was much larger and was definitely the bunkhouse. It had enough old bed frames in it to sleep thirty, easily. A few old odds and ends were still around, but it was mostly empty. To the right of it still was what looked like an open stable and an old broken cart.
Above, up a small path were two other small structures, one of which seemed to house what must have been an antiquated crane positioned right over the mine shaft entrance.
“Alright, lets get camp up and then go check out the shaft.” I suggested, and Sam eagerly agreed. We planned to be there a few nights and were well stocked for it, so we unloaded the jeep pretty much entirely.
Once done, it was headlamps and daypacks, flashlights and walkie talkies. We stood together at the foreboding entrance, staring into the darkness.
“Race you!” Sam darted off down the narrow shaft.
“Sammy! That isn’t safe, I’m not racing you, take it slow.” Such childish behavior. “Please!”
She did slow down after giving me a look, and we progressed together carefully into the bowels of the ancient mesa, camera running. It just seemed to go on and on. Sam nearly tripped when the minecart tracks suddenly appeared beneath our feet.
“It looks like they used to go all the way up.” Dirt and dust must have slowly covered up the last segments as they approached the surface. Not far beyond that, we saw what looked like an old coil of blasting fuse.
We went on for a while before Sam spotted it.
“Fuck. It’s a cave in or something. Looks like we’re near the end of the road.” I could see it too, over her shoulder.
We approached and examined it, but there was no way to get past. It was a dead end. How anticlimactic.
The rest of the day was spent exploring the buildings more thoroughly and hiking around the local area, taking in the amazing scenery. Eventually, the day began to draw to a close and the evening chill started to take hold.
We made a small fire again and sat together on our fold out stools, waiting for the water to boil so we could hydrate our packaged camping meals. I could tell Sam was disappointed.
“There’s still a lot of interesting stuff here.” I reminded her. I recall her smile at my little attempt at encouragement.
She was so pretty, and being in this place with her, under the endless stars of the dark desert night… it all felt so romantic at the time. The way the yellow flickering light contrasted the blue glow of the moon on her face made her look ephemeral.
I remember wondering if she felt the same way about the mood, and I didn’t have to wait long to find out. We made out for some time in that beautiful place, and it’s a memory of her I will keep with me forever.
Reality snapped back when we realized we had let the water boil off, but fortunately we had brought plenty, probably three times what we actually needed. Soon we were munching away and shooting the shit.
“That path seems to go all the way up.” I had seen it as well. “Lets go to the top tomorrow and get some pictures, I bet it is spectacular.” she proffered.
“Alright, we’ll make it a date.”
It was right about this time, right as Sam started to say something, that I remember hearing a noise. The camera was still running on the tripod, but I wasn’t able to actually confirm the sound on the footage when I reviewed it later. But I am sure I heard it.
“Sam. Shhh.” I whispered. She stopped mid sentence with a confused look. I listened for it again, uncertain exactly what it was.
Looking around curiously, Sam figured out what I was doing and started listening as well. “What is it? Did you hear something?” she whispered back.
“Yeah, it was like a voice or something.”
It sounded a bit more unsettling once I said it. What if we weren’t alone out here? Thoughts of the movie Deliverance suddenly came to mind and I recall feeling very vulnerable all of the sudden.
“Maybe we should go.” My confidence was shaking.
“Nonsense, it was probably just a coyote or something like that.” That hadn’t made me feel much better, but when Sam was determined to do something, there was little I could do to talk her out of it.
We found our beds, but not before we set up all the cameras. One facing toward the mine shaft entrance. According to our original source, they would come out at night, so this was the most likely one to bear fruit.
The second was outside the tent facing it. And we had a third handheld one inside, which was not running. I didn’t expect anything to happen, but we had come to document an old local legend so that was damned well what we were going to do.
We zipped our bags together that night, both for mutual warmth and also for… other reasons. Sleep came quickly after our exhausting day. My world went black for a while.
“Daniel!” She was whispering it, but the whisper contained a hidden shout.
“Daniel, wake up!”
My eyes fluttered open. “What is it?” It was still dark out but Sam had the flashlight on.
“Get the camera!.” I rubbed my eyes in response. “Now!” she persisted.
I reached for it and then noticed what she was pointing the light at. She had unzipped the tent’s entrance and the beam poured out into the night. But there was someone there. What was strange was that even though the light around and behind it illuminated the ground, the figure which stood there, maybe thirty feet away, remained pitch black.
I started recording immediately. “What the fuck is that?”
“It looks like a child. Or the silhouette of one, at least.” Sam mused.
I have to admit, I was pretty unnerved. The fact that the figure was just standing there, swaying back and forth eerily did nothing to settle them. Sam seemed to be taking it all in stride.
“I’m going to go to it.”
“Sam, what? No!” I whispered. “You don’t know what it is, it could be dangerous.”
She laughed at me. “If it is, you think this little tent is going to protect you?”
I watched with dismay as she crawled out of our small sanctuary and began to approach the figure. I made a restrained shout after her. “Step to the right, you’re blocking the camera!”
“Get out here, you coward.” I scrambled out in response to her command.
Finally on my feet, I got a better view of it. She was halfway there, beam right on the thing, but it was still hard to make out what it was. Sam was right, it was as if the silhouette of a young boy or girl was standing, a shadow displaced from any surface. Just swaying back and forth.
It was deeply unsettling.
“Sam, please come back. Please.” I begged.
As she got close, it suddenly reacted and darted off toward the buildings about the mineshaft. Sam immediately began to chase after it.
I shouted at her. “Sam! Stop!” I growled and gave chase as well. “Fuck!”
I pursued her as she pursued it. I could kind of still make it out as she tried desperately to keep her beam focused on it, but I could tell she was struggling, and by the time we were in front of the buildings it was gone.
We both stopped to catch our breath. “You better have caught that on camera.” she said between gasps.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Sam. Please don’t ever do that again. You scared me more than it did.”
“What do you think it was?” she asked. Obviously, I had no clue.
We wandered back to our little camp, defeated for the moment. The faintest embers still lingered in the fire we had left going.
“My adrenaline is flowing like crazy.” Sam admitted. “I don’t think I’m going to be able to sleep.”
I had to agree. “Let’s get the fire going again and have a few beers? Maybe that will settle us down.” Sam didn’t have to be asked twice.
I restarted the flame and she brought out the cooler. We drank together under the moonlight and considered what had just occurred.
“I mean, there’s no mistaking what we saw, right? You saw the same thing?”
“I don’t know what I saw.” I replied. “Some kind of shadow or something. But I agree it looked like a child.”
“We should go back into the mine tonight.” I groaned at Sam’s suggestion.
“Do you really think that’s a good idea?”
“We KNOW there is something weird going on here now. Isn’t this the whole reason we came here? Why we spent hundreds of dollars getting all the way out to this place?”
“Sammy...”
She interrupted though. “I’m going with or without you. I didn’t realize you were such a fucking pussy. Why did you even come if you are just going to chicken out?”
“I wanted to be with you.” It was the most honest answer I could give her.
“Well, once I finish this beer I’m going in. Come or stay, your choice.” She knew I would come though, I am sure of it.
Standing before the mine entrance again at night was intimidating. Somehow, the darkness inside the long shaft seemed even darker than it had, now that it possessed the context of the night behind us. I really didn’t want to set foot in it.
“Maybe we should just check out the other buildings first.” I suggested, hopefully.
“We’ll do that too. But first I want to check here. Dasan said this was where they came out, remember?” She hadn’t needed to ask, of course I remembered.
We made our way in, her leading and myself meekly tailing her. Headlamps on and camera recording, her flashlight lit the further depths of the path ahead. It was a straight shot the whole way, not much in terms of danger besides the risk of tripping on the rails when they appeared.
Uneventful. We stood in front of the caved in barrier for a while. I could tell Sam was waiting hopefully for something, anything, to happen. But all we were greeted with was uncomfortable silence. We waited a bit longer before giving up and heading back to the surface.
We checked out some of the buildings, but they were as lifeless as they had been in the day. Another retreat back to camp empty handed.
“Alright, let's check the footage then.” Sam said. This was a plan I could get behind, one that didn’t involve me going into creepy buildings in the middle of the night.
We sat together next to our little fire and plugged the camera targeting the shaft entrance into Sam’s Macbook. Scrolling through the hours of footage, we were soon trying to remember what time it had been when the strange figure had appeared. I had to check my handheld camera to get a timestamp.
Nothing obvious could be seen at that time. We started working backward from there.
“Maybe night vision doesn’t work?” I wondered out loud. However, my conjecture was disproven quickly when we found a segment showing something leaving the mine. It was subtle, Sam was the one who had noticed it. It was like a dark wisp, emerging and lingering for a moment. Then it slipped off the screen to the right. Toward our tent.
We looked at each other, my face wearing concern and her’s anticipation.
She went back further and it became clear that multiple of these things had left the shaft over the course of about an hour. I remember it made me unhappy, and I looked around, suddenly feeling like I was being watched.
“Sam, can I borrow the flashlight?” She didn’t think much of it and handed it to me, face still glued to her computer screen as she reviewed more of the footage.
I stood up and shined the light all around the edge of the camp.
I froze in horror. “Sam.” I struggled to find the words. “SAM! SAM!”
“What?” She seemed startled, and she put her laptop down. “What is it Dan… oh my god.”
We both watched as I spun the light in a slow circle around the circumference of the camp. Outside the light of the fire were probably a dozen of those strange figures. All standing perfectly still except for the rhythmic swaying. They completely surrounded us.
“How long do you think they have been there?” I whispered.
“Maybe the whole time?” Sam offered, but neither of us could know. “Give me the light.”
I knew she was going to approach one again. “Sam, just stop. We should leave before this gets out of hand.”
“Fuck off, Daniel.” She beelined for the closest one. And predictably, as soon as she drew close it fled. She tried the next one, but the same thing happened. I can’t describe how nervous I was watching the brave girl confront the eerie shadows.
“You don’t have to be afraid of us, we’re friends!” she shouted, hoping to get some kind of response or reaction, but a quick survey of the perimeter of the camp with the flashlight revealed the others still standing and rocking in place.
She approached yet another and it quickly darted off. I could see the look of irritation in her jade eyes as the light from my camera illuminated her upon her retreat.
“We need to read those books we found.” She said as she approached me. I had forgotten about them already. Sam always had some kind of plan or idea I would come to realize in time. I was just along for the ride.
Still in this case, I wasn’t comfortable with the figures still lingering about the periphery. “What about the rest of them?” I asked nervously.
“They seem harmless. Maybe we can find some clues as to who or what they are.” She pulled the two books we had salvaged out of the back of the jeep, walking fearlessly right between two of the shadows to get to it. I recall frowning as I watched her do it.
When she returned safely, thank god, we reviewed them together. One was just an administrative log. Not much of interest, except that the entries ended on September 19th, 1872. That at least gave us some idea of a date or time frame for when the place stopped operating. I looked about nervously every few minutes, just to make sure nothing was sneaking up on us.
The second book was more interesting. It was apparently a journal from the mining foreman. Perhaps that had been his office? There was a lot to take in, and most of it seemed like day to day drivel. Sam just skipped right to the end of it, figuring I guess that was where anything juicy might be found.
If so, she wasn’t wrong. We read the last entry together, me practically leaning over her shoulder to get a good look.
September 27th
We sealed the mine successfully. We’re going to leave this forsaken place tomorrow. God save those still inside.
Obviously intrigued, Sam went backward to the previous entry.
September 26th
The crew won’t enter the mine anymore willingly. James has nearly lost his mind, and had to put a gun to Jim’s head to get them to agree to continue the search. I don’t blame the boys, I wouldn’t go in there if my life depended on, I’d take the bullet. He went in with them, to make sure they didn’t chicken out.
One more still. There were many.
September 25th
The manager beat the ever living shit out of one of my boys today. He doesn’t believe the things they saw about what’s down there. But I still know it is real.
James isn’t going to give up until he gets his son back, of that I’m certain.
“Sam. This is making me really unhappy.” I had to confess it as I read further. My eyes darted around the camp again, frantically looking for some kind of imminent danger.
She closed the book and stared at me with annoyance. “So what do you want to do then?”
“Leave?” I suggested, hopefully.
“I’m going to go get some sleep. You can do whatever you want.” She disappeared into the tent and I heard the sound of the sleeping bag zipping up. I took the light and flashed it around. There were still eight of the frightening apparitions encircling us. I didn’t understand how she could sleep under these conditions.
I didn’t want to be out in the dark alone though, so I joined her and fitfully found a shallow slumber. My dreams that night were unpleasant, though I don’t remember exactly what they were. Dreams can be that way.
When I woke up, I found myself alone in the tent. “Sam?” I shouted, but there was no reply.
Unzipping the tent, I caught the blinding glare of the desert sun right in my eyes. I figured it must have been nearly halfway to noon, way later than I usually woke.
“Sam?” I repeated. There was a bowl of oatmeal waiting for me next to the ashes of last night's fire, sitting next to the little propane stove she had presumably used to make it for me. Beside that was a little note taped to the propane canister.
“Enjoy breakfast love, I’m in the mine.”
Of course she’d gone alone. I am pretty sure I rolled my eyes as I read it. I quickly ate and went to track her down after gathering all my gear.
It wasn’t hard to find her, she was sticking what looked like ancient sticks of dynamite into crevices in the collapsed section of the tunnel.
“You have to be god damned kidding me.” I said, camera rolling. “No. What the fuck are you doing Sam? Have you lost your fucking mind?” I put the camera down at this point and argued with her for a bit.
“We have to find out what happened here, you read the journal too!”
“Then let's just read the rest of the journal!” I tried to be a voice of reason.
“I already did this morning. There isn’t much else of interest, it just gets more mundane the further back you go.” She looked tired, I wasn’t sure how long she had been up. “Please Dan, just help me get this set up, maybe start connecting the fuses.”
“Where the hell did you even find this shit anyways? Who leaves dynamite just laying around?”
“There’s a bunch in the storeroom behind the bunkhouse.” Sam explained.
“Are you seriously going to do this?” I was still exhausted, not just from lack of sleep but the intensity of what had transpired the night before.
“Yes, I’m seriously going to do this.” She shoved another stick gently between two rocks as she said it. “Are you going to help or not?”
It was unbelievable. I reluctantly grabbed the reel of fuse and started cutting off bits with my knife, tying them onto the aging explosives. It was hard to imagine just how dangerous handling these 150 year old bombs might be, and every time she touched one I nearly winced.
Eventually though, I had them all wired up and she seemed satisfied with her haphazard placement of them throughout the substrate of the collapse. I knew full well she had no idea what she was doing.
We reeled the fuse all the way out the entrance of the shaft and she cut it from the wooden cylinder. As we stood in the sunlight looking into the dark hole, Sam produced a lighter.
“Wait, Sam. You saw what the journal said. It sounded like it was dangerous down there. Please reconsider this. Please.”
Sam gave me a deep and stern look. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to stop her as soon as I saw it. She followed up with a sudden and unexpected kiss, equally deep, and then before I could recover, disengaged and had the fuse lit. I watched it flicker down into the depths of the mine. Part of me had hoped it wouldn’t light anymore, but in the dry desert it had preserved quite well it seemed.
I grabbed Sam’s hand and we both backed away from the entrance, waiting to see if it would work.
It worked, a deafening shockwave blasting from the barrow entrance like a cannon, carrying a cloud of dust and debris in its wake. It billowed forth for some time.
“We probably shouldn’t go in until later, let the dust settle.” I suggested. Or ever really, I thought.
Thankfully, Sam agreed and we prepared lunch. I popped a beer with mine to help take the edge off, and instead of complaining she did the same. More packaged food, but it wasn’t so bad, even if it was a bit expensive. It stowed and kept well.
“So what did the rest of the journal say then?” I wasn’t sure I wanted to know, but didn’t know what else to talk about given the circumstances.
“Apparently they broke into some natural cave network. Some miners disappeared, as well as the manager’s son.” She smacked as she spoke and ate at the same time.
“That’s encouraging.”
“Yeah it’s pretty freaky, apparently the foreman saw something down there. He didn’t really explain what. He just said it was really pretty.”
“So remind me, why did you blow open the mine they had apparently gone out of their way to seal?” I must have sounded incredibly sarcastic as I said it.
“We have to know what’s in there.”
“You’re a god damned lunatic.” I picked up the camera which was now running low on batteries and made my way to the jeep to swap them out. The camera came back on a few minutes later and was returned to its stand.
We ended up spending the day hiking up the mesa while we waited for the air in the mine to clear. It was quite a strenuous trek, but the view was worth it. We kissed at the top and then took pictures and videos of the vast and wonderful rocky desert which stretched out to the horizon in every direction. After several hours, we returned to earth and started to gather our gear.
It wasn’t going to be clear if Sam had succeeded in blasting the tunnel open until we got down in there. I suggested we wear bandanas over our faces. They might help keep some of the dust out of our lungs.
I also decided to bring my pistol. Just in case.
The initial descent was uneventful. There was dust and stones scattered around, and a haze of grey hung in the air still. It was tolerable though. I prayed we might find the mine still collapsed.
If Sam had been able to see through my bandana, she would have seen the frown plastered on me when I saw the small opening. It was barely big enough to crawl through, and we’d have to pass our packs through it first.
“No fucking way am I going in there.”
She gave me a mischievous look. “It’ll be fun, we might discover something.”
“Did I even read the same god damned journal as you or am I just imagining it? The fucking shadows lurking around our tent?”
“Yeah, it’s pretty exciting right?” She gave me a quick peck and then pushed her pack through and started climbing in. It only took a moment. I wanted to slap myself in the face.
I reluctantly followed her through, also pushing my backpack in before following it. There was a lot of collapsed debris on the inner side, but it was navigable and we soon found a clear section of the shaft once more. It kept going for a while, and the air became less heavy but more stale the further we descended.
Something felt off about the whole place. We reached some kind of cross-section where it levelled out and split into multiple directions.
“Let's start with the left, like you’d follow a maze. So we don’t get lost.” At this point, I was just following Sam’s lead.
We wandered along a bit, passing old looking wooden support beams and trailing the tracks. “This doesn’t look very safe at all.” I ventured, but my complaint met on deaf ears.
A derailed minecart lay on its side next to the rails. There was evidence some mining had gone on here, but the path ended. We turned back and picked the next path. This one went down further.
I would be lying if I tried to claim that the ever present fog of black around us didn’t bother me. I could only imagine that those things were following us, just out of sight, hidden in the inscrutable darkness.
“Lucky us. I can see where it breaks through to the cave. Just like the journal said.”
Lucky indeed, I remember thinking with irony. I reluctantly followed as she slipped into the hole which connected to this other subterranean space. We quickly found ourselves in a larger open space. Much more natural, and somehow more frightening.
“It’s almost seven, we should head back, it’s gonna be dark soon.”
She didn’t respond, flashing her beam around the cave. “Seriously, we can come back tomorrow Sam. Sam, listen to me!” I was nearly shouting at this point.
I just continued to record, despairing about the unreasonable nature of my girlfriend when I heard it again. It sounded like a voice. It seemed like Sam had heard it too.
“I think it came from over there.” She started moving toward the spot she thought it had originated from, revealing a small hole which led down into a lower chamber. Her pack came off and she started to climb in. “Stay here so you can pull me back up.”
I didn’t bother to protest at this point, and instead just let her do her thing. I hated this place though. Something felt terribly wrong. I felt like I was being watched, and my headlamp could only light so much at once.
After a few minutes, I shouted into the hole. “Hurry up!”
There was no response. “Sam? Are you there?” Still nothing.
“Fuck!” I tried again. “Sam, this isn’t funny!”
When she still didn’t reply, I cursed and took my own pack off, climbing into the hole to try and fish her out. It was a short drop, I figured I could climb back up just fine, but the crawl was nauseating. It twisted and turned, and there was still no trace of her. Just how far had she gone?
“Sammy?”
Finally a reply. “Daniel, go back! Go, go go go!”
I couldn’t turn around so I just crawled backwards as fast I could. “You’re coming, right?”
“Yes! Go!”
After a few minutes I was at the entrance to the hole and was climbing out. Sam followed shortly after and I lent her a hand, pulling her up. She seemed to have some old satchel with her, but she didn’t take time to explain. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.”
I am not sure there are words I’d ever been more happy to hear. We quickly escaped the dark and quiet place.
It was already nearly night when we left the mine. I started making a fire while she explained frantically.
“There was just a pile of bones Dan. A fucking pile of human bones! Some of them were broken, it looked like they had bite marks on them.” Daniel couldn’t tell if she sounded frightened or excited. Probably both.
“We should get the fuck out of here.” I offered again.
“There were old clothes and shit, they looked like they had been torn to shreds, stained with crust that might have been blood. Probably was.” She stared absently in the direction of the mine as she said it. Then she remembered the bag she had picked up.
Sam immediately started shuffling through it. There was some random junk, but two items of particular note were pulled out. A revolver, and a ring of keys. She considered them for a moment, and I waited in silence, eyeing the growing darkness suspiciously, expecting to see the strange visitors slip into the edge of the camp again.
“I really don’t feel comfortable staying here tonight.” I was practically pleading. “Sam, be reasonable.”
“You have your gun, right?” she asked.
“Well yeah, but so did that guy, apparently.” Sam checked the cylinder and it was only half loaded.
“Hey, Daniel.” A thought came to Sam as she took a seat next to him. “You don’t think this was the manager’s gun? From the journal?”
“How the fuck should I know?”
“I’m going to go see if one of these keys can open that drawer.” I cursed at her and started boiling water. At least it was nearby, and it wasn’t fully dark yet. I watched with disdain as the light from her headlamp flashed around the inside of the little office, revealed through the small window.
When she returned, I had a beer cracked for her, hoping it would keep her from running off again. “Look what I found!” she said.
“What is it?” It looked like some strange wooden doll. Bound together with twine, it was bent and gnarled, made from twigs and sticks, with bits of bone and some teeth here and there.
“Beats me.”
“That was in the drawer?” I inquired.
“Nah, that was empty, but I spotted this affixed under the desk with some sort of glue while I was poking around. Strange thing to glue to the underside of someone’s desk, don’t you think?”
She set it down and downed half the Coors in a single swallow. “I think in the morning we should take a bunch of pictures of this place and then maybe go do some more research into it. We can come back with more people and get to the bottom of this another time.”
“Fucking thank god. Why don’t we leave now, and just go get a motel?”
“I’m tired, let's just finish eating and go to sleep.”
I was tired as well and reluctantly agreed, but not before we set all the cameras up again. Since it was our last night, I used the remainder of our firewood to make the fire as large as possible, hoping it would persevere until morning, or maybe stave away whatever these foul things were that had haunted the camp last night.
It was difficult to kiss Sam, my mind was filled with thoughts and fears and uncertainties. Sleep never really came, and I laid awake wondering if they were out there, standing and watching us, swaying back and forth.
I had to know.
Wriggling from our unzipped tent, trusty flashlight grasped like my life depended on it, I found my feet and spun around looking for them. Nothing.
Reluctantly, I found my sleeping bag again and tried to doze off. I almost succeeded, when I noticed something moving in the corner of my eye. It was a silhouette on the surface of the tent, as though someone were standing between us and the fire. It swayed.
“Sam!” I shook her and she popped awake surprisingly quickly. “Look!”
She frantically pulled herself out of her bag and clawed her way through the process of unzipping the tent, evacuating into the freezing night still in her underwear. I followed her, as I usually did.
They permeated the camp, not bothering to stay outside of the light of the fire. Facing in random directions. This time, they didn’t seem to pay us much attention. Sam tried to approach one but it simply backed off into the dark. A quick glance with the flashlight revealed that it still lingered at the edge.
“I wonder if they want something?”
I was less concerned with Sam’s absent speculation than the sound which suddenly tore the eerie quiet of the desert apart. It sounded like someone vomiting repeatedly. It was coming from the mine, or the buildings at least.
Sam’s flashlight quickly found the structures, searching for its source. No luck, but the noise continued and seemed to be getting closer.
“Sam… the shadow things. They are backing off.”
My observation was acknowledged as I watched her take in the sight of the ethereal figures retreating into the night. In the opposite direction of the incoming noise, no less. Another sound of puking approached.
“This is the time we leave, Sam!” I was so frightened as the noises grew ever closer, I frantically grabbed the cameras and threw them in the back of the jeep. She just stood there as I tried to haphazardly tear the camp apart.
“It’s beautiful.” she said.
“SAM!” I grabbed her by the wrist and practically forced her into the passenger seat. I didn’t bother to finish breaking down camp beyond grabbing the cameras. In seconds I was in the driver’s seat. I turned the keys. The headlights went on. And I saw it too.
It’s hard to describe what it was. It seemed to defy explanation, like it existed in unnatural ways, perhaps at angles or in spaces I didn’t really understand. It was indeed beautiful though.
And it was getting closer.
I locked in reverse and immediately pulled back into a rapid three point turn, and we were off at nearly eighty miles per hour into the dark night of the cold desert. I just hoped I could remember how to get back to the road in the dark.
“What the fuck was that thing?” I eventually asked out loud, as much to myself as her.
“I have no idea.” She seemed lost. It wasn’t like her.
“We’re not coming back.” That seemed to snap her out of it.
“Of course we’re coming back! What the hell? You saw it, you admitted it!” she cried out.
“We’ll talk about this later.” We drove in relative silence for a while. Sam fished out the old journal again.
“I understand now. I didn’t get it at first.”
“Get what?” I asked.
She found and read the entry out loud as we screamed across the dirt.
September 18th
The boys found something pretty inside the cave. I went and saw it myself. I don’t know what it was, but it seemed harmless at the time, unmoving. It was only when James’ son disappeared from his office today that we realized we might be in danger. The bizarre and beautiful shape was nowhere to be found.
James is going to kill me if I don’t find him, I’m sure.
“Who the hell lets a kid wander around a mineshaft anyways?” I asked, trying to avoid running into some unseen boulder.
Sam didn’t have much of an answer to offer. “It was a different time, I guess.”
“Are we going to talk about that thing?”
“What’s there to talk about?” she responded. It was hard to come up with an answer.
After what felt like an eternity, we found the interstate. Security. Civilization. I blazed down the road at breakneck speed, putting as much distance between us and that place as I could as the night continued to hover about us, our headlights bleeding into it like swords of clarity.
We ended up sleeping on the side of the road until morning, about fifty miles down the interstate. It wouldn’t be until the end of my time with Sam that we’d find out what exactly the thing was, buried under that obscure mesa deep in Navajo country.
But we did find out one thing. Weird and unusual shit is out there, waiting to be discovered. And as much as it terrified me, from that point on I was hooked. Not just because I was in love with Sam, but because I wanted to know what was real and what wasn’t.
We had gone into that one completely unprepared, winging it by the skin of our teeth, but the next time would be different.
That night, five beers in each, we agreed we’d never be so reckless again. But we’d scratch the itch and keep going. We’d find the strange and unthinkable, and do our best to document it. To understand it. I even agreed that we’d even return to Chester Mine. Someday.
And that was how Sam’s little enterprise began.
If only I had known then just where it would lead us.
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These accounts are dedicated to Sammy. <3 I miss you so much.
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2020.12.01 18:00 city-of-stars Event: 2020 Speed Chess Championship - Quarterfinals

Official Website
Follow the games here: Chess.com ChessBomb
The Speed Chess Championship is an elite knockout tournament taking place on Chess.com and featuring most of the best blitz chess players in the world. The main 16-player SCC Knockout Final, taking place from 1 November to 13 December, has a prize fund of $100,000, which is double last year's total purse for what had been the richest online blitz tournament. The tournament has been the flagship of online chess tournaments for the past two years. The world chess champion GM Magnus Carlsen won the event in 2017, and the five-time U.S. chess champion and world blitz No. 1 GM Hikaru Nakamura won in 2018 and 2019.
Format
Each Speed Chess Championship match will feature 90 minutes of 5+1 blitz, 60 minutes of 3+1 blitz, and 30 minutes of 1+1 bullet chess. The main bracket will be a single-elimination knockout, with the winner of each match advancing to the next stage in the bracket. If a match is tied after the last 1+1 bullet game, a tiebreak of four additional 1+1 games will be played as a mini-match. If a match is still tied after the mini-match tiebreaker, a single armageddon game will be played: White 5+0, Black 3+0, Black gets draw odds. The player with the highest Chess.com blitz rating at the start of the armageddon chooses his color.
Championship Bracket:
No. Title Name FED Elo Qualification
1 GM Hikaru Nakamura USA 2900 Defending champion (2018, 2019), SCC Grand Prix winner, SCC Super Swiss winner
2 GM Magnus Carlsen NOR 2886 Defending champion (2017)
3 GM Maxime Vachier-Lagrave FRA 2822 Invited
4 GM Wesley So USA 2816 Invited
5 GM Jan-Krzysztof Duda POL 2799 SC Invitational winner
6 GM Vladislav Artemiev RUS 2783 SCC Super Swiss #2
7 GM Vladimir Fedoseev RUS 2756 SCC Grand Prix #3
8 GM Levon Aronian ARM 2739 Invited
Viewing Options:
  • The tournament will be broadcast live on Chess.com/TV, with industry-leading production and an all-star cast of commentators. The Online Nations Cup commentary duo of GM Robert Hess and IM Daniel Rensch (danielrensch) will team up once again for the main Speed Chess Championship, and will be joined by special super-grandmaster guests throughout the tournament. Streams in Spanish, French, German, Russian, Portuguese, Polish, and Italian are also available.
Upcoming Matches
Matchup Date Time
Levon Aronian vs. Maxime Vachier-Lagrave December 2nd 9 AM PST / 18:00 CEST
Magnus Carlsen vs. Vladislav Artemiev December 3rd 5 AM PST / 14:00 CEST
Hikaru Nakamura vs. Vladimir Fedoseev December 3rd 9 AM PST / 18:00 CEST
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2020.12.01 17:51 cal_ness Among the Flayed

Mygento sold their seed steroid under the trade name "Sorocom," but after a year on the market, a period in which it turned most farmers who used it and most people who ate the food they produced into shambling lepers, the FDA pulled it and declared a National Health Emergency.
It was too late for twenty thousand or so families and the counties they lived in throughout the midwest, 55,000 square miles of which––roughly the size of Iowa––was quarantined by the Army and the National Guard. Second Amendment supporting militias who had guns to spare and recruits eager for action helped patrol the containment zone's borders.
In the common vernacular of middle America, Sorocom came to be known as "The Flayer," and victims of its horrific side effects came to be known as "The Flayed."
This brief history of Sorocom runs through my head as Rex drives us down some unnamed access road in a wheat field, away from a pack of the Flayed that found us hiding in Ted Johnston's hayloft with a dozen others.
Rex puts the old diesel truck into third gear. It spews out black smoke, obscuring the rearview. Looking through the oily cloud, I see the Flayed disappear.
But they're still coming. They'll never stop coming.
Rex did what he always did when he got into the truck. No matter how many unhealthy life choices he made––junk food, whiskey, chewing tobacco––Rex always buckled his seatbelt.
"Where do we go?" I ask. "What do we do?"
Rex holds his side. Maybe a stitch from sprinting to the truck. We barely made it. Rex was pulled out of the truck by one of the Flayed but managed to unholster his revolver and blow its head off before the others got to him.
"We buy our time, Cherry," he says. "We survive."
I love that Rex still calls me by my pet name despite the chaos. He started calling me Cherry shortly after we started dating, a year before we got married. It's a reminder that things were normal once.
Rex downshifts to pull around a hairpin turn. The truck's wheels skid before finding traction, and the rear end fishtails in a plume of dust.
I still wonder how we escaped the fate of so many thousands of other families. We speculated that the chemical properties of Sorocom that caused some peoples' flesh to shed from their bodies were unstable. It was as if the drug had discretion. It picked and chose its victims, but without any logic that we could make sense of.
Staring at the ceiling at night, I often wondered if it would have been better to be among the first wave of people who'd become flayed. The transformation looked agonizingly painful. But I always imagined it would have been better to get it over with, better to be spared from witnessing the horrors of this new world.
Three farmhouses ago, I saw Eustice Jones' husband Bill became flayed before my eyes.
I mark time by "farmhouses" now. The days and weeks started blending together not long after cellular service ceased and I lost track of time.
On the run, we'd occupy a farmhouse, be discovered, and leave. Then we'd find a new one, get overwhelmed by the Flayed, and relocate. Each cycle constituted one "farmhouse." In truth, "days" and "weeks" no longer mattered anyway because it felt like we'd been on the run for years. I'd counted eighteen farmhouses so far, so many that I forgot who they all belonged to.
When Bill Jones became flayed, it started with his face. We were eating dinner, laughing and smiling and remembering the world as it used to be. Then Bill's face turned into a frown. Working as a part-time nurse before the world fell, I'd seen my fair share of stroke victims. That's what it looked like––that Bill lost control of the muscles in his face.
Eustice, his wife, asked what was wrong. And as Bill tried to answer, looking just as stunned as the rest of us, the skin from his face slipped off of the muscle that gave it shape, leaving a blood-red mask. Within seconds, the same thing had happened to the rest of his body. And within a minute, he'd killed three of us.
My attention comes back to the cab of the truck, to Rex, my last beacon of happiness and hope. I see that he's holding his side. His eyes are watering––no, he's crying.
"I love you, Cherry."
He upshifts, fourth gear, speeding faster down the road. The speedometer hits forty miles per hour.
The truck rumbles across the hard-packed earth.
Rex's face changes into a frown. The same frown I saw on Bill Jones' face.
"Rex, you're scaring me."
His face sags. The stroke. His skin becomes slippery, elastic.
Then it starts to fall off onto his lap.
"Jump out of the truck Cherry," he says, his jaw a sickening crimson. "I'm not going to slow down. I'm going to crash it. I won't let it happen to me."
He pulls up his shirt, showing me a deep gash in his side. One of the Flayed tore into him before he managed to get into the truck, its contagions worming their way into his bloodstream.
Suddenly, everything that made Rex the man I fell in love with––over beers in a smoky pool hall––slips away. The flesh sheds entirely from his face. Now, Rex is reduced to a grinning skull covered in shiny red sinew. And he becomes terrifyingly aggressive like they all do. Like I've seen a hundred times before.
Rex releases the steering wheel. He lunges for me. I close my eyes before it happens but hear a sharp click as Rex's seatbelt locks him in place. His jaws snap. He's like a rabid dog. He pulls against the seatbelt, but stringent automobile safety regulations keep him locked in place.
The tears come, pouring from my eyes. I remember everything that made Rex and I happy. Even though we'd never been able to have children––even though three pregnancies had ended in miscarriage––we'd started a family, just the two of us. And we'd been happy.
Rex's foot is locked against the gas pedal. The speedometer reaches sixty. I think of trying to stall the truck, to stop it somehow. If I jumped out at this speed, no matter how soft the field, I'd be injured or killed. And if I happened to live, the Flayed would catch up to me, like they always do.
Rex is still restrained by his seatbelt, struggling ferociously against it. My hand closes around the gear shift. In his calloused, farmer's palm, Rex––this monster that used to be my husband––grabs my wrist and brings my arm to his mouth. I pull away before he manages to bite it. I reach and try to downshift again, but Rex grabs my arm, pulls it to his mouth with extraordinary strength, and snaps just as I manage to slip out of his grasp.
In this final, vicious struggle for life, I accept that none of this was ever meant to end well. There will be no federal relief. Waiting for the government and the army is not an option because they are not here to help us––only to keep us contained. Letting us all become flayed is the safest course of action. We die after twenty-four hours. And once everyone's dead and gone, then they'll come in to clean up the mess.
I wonder if God has a plan for me or if my Christian religiosity has been a lie I've told myself for thirty-three years to believe that there is a plan, that there is meaning. That there is something, rather than nothing.
If I live in a Godless world, one without Rex––is that world worth living in? How many more farmhouses, now, by myself? How long until I become flayed? What will the change feel like as the skin falls from my face? Will I remember who I was? Does our sanity depart as we become flayed? Are we trapped inside a body that is not ours? Do our souls live on, or do they, too, depart?
As these questions cross my mind, I make my decision. Death has the final word in any scenario. Dictating how I meet it is my last act of free will.
Rex's foot has continued depressing the accelerator.
We're humming along at eighty-five miles per hour.
The wheat shines in the moonlight––a translucent amber blur.
I look into Rex's eyes. I see a flicker of blue color that made me fall in love with him.
"Goodbye, Rex," I say.
I unbuckle my seatbelt. I grab the steering wheel. I close my eyes and pull it towards me as hard as I can.
Before everything goes black, I feel the truck lift from the ground. I open my eyes. We're flying over the moonlit wheat field, which––if there were still people to harvest it––would be nearly ready.
The moon fills the cab of the truck.
I close my eyes again. Gravity pulls the truck down to earth.
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2020.12.01 17:50 cal_ness Among the Flayed

Mygento sold their seed steroid under the trade name "Sorocom," but after a year on the market, a period in which it turned most farmers who used it and most people who ate the food they produced into shambling lepers, the FDA pulled it and declared a National Health Emergency.
It was too late for twenty thousand or so families and the counties they lived in throughout the midwest, 55,000 square miles of which––roughly the size of Iowa––was quarantined by the Army and the National Guard. Second Amendment supporting militias who had guns to spare and recruits eager for action helped patrol the containment zone's borders.
In the common vernacular of middle America, Sorocom came to be known as "The Flayer," and victims of its horrific side effects came to be known as "The Flayed."
This brief history of Sorocom runs through my head as Rex drives us down some unnamed access road in a wheat field, away from a pack of the Flayed that found us hiding in Ted Johnston's hayloft with a dozen others.
Rex puts the old diesel truck into third gear. It spews out black smoke, obscuring the rearview. Looking through the oily cloud, I see the Flayed disappear.
But they're still coming. They'll never stop coming.
Rex did what he always did when he got into the truck. No matter how many unhealthy life choices he made––junk food, whiskey, chewing tobacco––Rex always buckled his seatbelt.
"Where do we go?" I ask. "What do we do?"
Rex holds his side. Maybe a stitch from sprinting to the truck. We barely made it. Rex was pulled out of the truck by one of the Flayed but managed to unholster his revolver and blow its head off before the others got to him.
"We buy our time, Cherry," he says. "We survive."
I love that Rex still calls me by my pet name despite the chaos. He started calling me Cherry shortly after we started dating, a year before we got married. It's a reminder that things were normal once.
Rex downshifts to pull around a hairpin turn. The truck's wheels skid before finding traction, and the rear end fishtails in a plume of dust.
I still wonder how we escaped the fate of so many thousands of other families. We speculated that the chemical properties of Sorocom that caused some peoples' flesh to shed from their bodies were unstable. It was as if the drug had discretion. It picked and chose its victims, but without any logic that we could make sense of.
Staring at the ceiling at night, I often wondered if it would have been better to be among the first wave of people who'd become flayed. The transformation looked agonizingly painful. But I always imagined it would have been better to get it over with, better to be spared from witnessing the horrors of this new world.
Three farmhouses ago, I saw Eustice Jones' husband Bill became flayed before my eyes.
I mark time by "farmhouses" now. The days and weeks started blending together not long after cellular service ceased and I lost track of time.
On the run, we'd occupy a farmhouse, be discovered, and leave. Then we'd find a new one, get overwhelmed by the Flayed, and relocate. Each cycle constituted one "farmhouse." In truth, "days" and "weeks" no longer mattered anyway because it felt like we'd been on the run for years. I'd counted eighteen farmhouses so far, so many that I forgot who they all belonged to.
When Bill Jones became flayed, it started with his face. We were eating dinner, laughing and smiling and remembering the world as it used to be. Then Bill's face turned into a frown. Working as a part-time nurse before the world fell, I'd seen my fair share of stroke victims. That's what it looked like––that Bill lost control of the muscles in his face.
Eustice, his wife, asked what was wrong. And as Bill tried to answer, looking just as stunned as the rest of us, the skin from his face slipped off of the muscle that gave it shape, leaving a blood-red mask. Within seconds, the same thing had happened to the rest of his body. And within a minute, he'd killed three of us.
My attention comes back to the cab of the truck, to Rex, my last beacon of happiness and hope. I see that he's holding his side. His eyes are watering––no, he's crying.
"I love you, Cherry."
He upshifts, fourth gear, speeding faster down the road. The speedometer hits forty miles per hour.
The truck rumbles across the hard-packed earth.
Rex's face changes into a frown. The same frown I saw on Bill Jones' face.
"Rex, you're scaring me."
His face sags. The stroke. His skin becomes slippery, elastic.
Then it starts to fall off onto his lap.
"Jump out of the truck Cherry," he says, his jaw a sickening crimson. "I'm not going to slow down. I'm going to crash it. I won't let it happen to me."
He pulls up his shirt, showing me a deep gash in his side. One of the Flayed tore into him before he managed to get into the truck, its contagions worming their way into his bloodstream.
Suddenly, everything that made Rex the man I fell in love with––over beers in a smoky pool hall––slips away. The flesh sheds entirely from his face. Now, Rex is reduced to a grinning skull covered in shiny red sinew. And he becomes terrifyingly aggressive like they all do. Like I've seen a hundred times before.
Rex releases the steering wheel. He lunges for me. I close my eyes before it happens but hear a sharp click as Rex's seatbelt locks him in place. His jaws snap. He's like a rabid dog. He pulls against the seatbelt, but stringent automobile safety regulations keep him locked in place.
The tears come, pouring from my eyes. I remember everything that made Rex and I happy. Even though we'd never been able to have children––even though three pregnancies had ended in miscarriage––we'd started a family, just the two of us. And we'd been happy.
Rex's foot is locked against the gas pedal. The speedometer reaches sixty. I think of trying to stall the truck, to stop it somehow. If I jumped out at this speed, no matter how soft the field, I'd be injured or killed. And if I happened to live, the Flayed would catch up to me, like they always do.
Rex is still restrained by his seatbelt, struggling ferociously against it. My hand closes around the gear shift. In his calloused, farmer's palm, Rex––this monster that used to be my husband––grabs my wrist and brings my arm to his mouth. I pull away before he manages to bite it. I reach and try to downshift again, but Rex grabs my arm, pulls it to his mouth with extraordinary strength, and snaps just as I manage to slip out of his grasp.
In this final, vicious struggle for life, I accept that none of this was ever meant to end well. There will be no federal relief. Waiting for the government and the army is not an option because they are not here to help us––only to keep us contained. Letting us all become flayed is the safest course of action. We die after twenty-four hours. And once everyone's dead and gone, then they'll come in to clean up the mess.
I wonder if God has a plan for me or if my Christian religiosity has been a lie I've told myself for thirty-three years to believe that there is a plan, that there is meaning. That there is something, rather than nothing.
If I live in a Godless world, one without Rex––is that world worth living in? How many more farmhouses, now, by myself? How long until I become flayed? What will the change feel like as the skin falls from my face? Will I remember who I was? Does our sanity depart as we become flayed? Are we trapped inside a body that is not ours? Do our souls live on, or do they, too, depart?
As these questions cross my mind, I make my decision. Death has the final word in any scenario. Dictating how I meet it is my last act of free will.
Rex's foot has continued depressing the accelerator.
We're humming along at eighty-five miles per hour.
The wheat shines in the moonlight––a translucent amber blur.
I look into Rex's eyes. I see a flicker of blue color that made me fall in love with him.
"Goodbye, Rex," I say.
I unbuckle my seatbelt. I grab the steering wheel. I close my eyes and pull it towards me as hard as I can.
Before everything goes black, I feel the truck lift from the ground. I open my eyes. We're flying over the moonlit wheat field, which––if there were still people to harvest it––would be nearly ready.
The moon fills the cab of the truck.
I close my eyes again. Gravity pulls the truck down to earth.
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2020.12.01 17:49 cal_ness Among the Flayed

Mygento sold their seed steroid under the trade name "Sorocom," but after a year on the market, a period in which it turned most farmers who used it and most people who ate the food they produced into shambling lepers, the FDA pulled it and declared a National Health Emergency.
It was too late for twenty thousand or so families and the counties they lived in throughout the midwest, 55,000 square miles of which––roughly the size of Iowa––was quarantined by the Army and the National Guard. Second Amendment supporting militias who had guns to spare and recruits eager for action helped patrol the containment zone's borders.
In the common vernacular of middle America, Sorocom came to be known as "The Flayer," and victims of its horrific side effects came to be known as "The Flayed."
This brief history of Sorocom runs through my head as Rex drives us down some unnamed access road in a wheat field, away from a pack of the Flayed that found us hiding in Ted Johnston's hayloft with a dozen others.
Rex puts the old diesel truck into third gear. It spews out black smoke, obscuring the rearview. Looking through the oily cloud, I see the Flayed disappear.
But they're still coming. They'll never stop coming.
Rex did what he always did when he got into the truck. No matter how many unhealthy life choices he made––junk food, whiskey, chewing tobacco––Rex always buckled his seatbelt.
"Where do we go?" I ask. "What do we do?"
Rex holds his side. Maybe a stitch from sprinting to the truck. We barely made it. Rex was pulled out of the truck by one of the Flayed but managed to unholster his revolver and blow its head off before the others got to him.
"We buy our time, Cherry," he says. "We survive."
I love that Rex still calls me by my pet name despite the chaos. He started calling me Cherry shortly after we started dating, a year before we got married. It's a reminder that things were normal once.
Rex downshifts to pull around a hairpin turn. The truck's wheels skid before finding traction, and the rear end fishtails in a plume of dust.
I still wonder how we escaped the fate of so many thousands of other families. We speculated that the chemical properties of Sorocom that caused some peoples' flesh to shed from their bodies were unstable. It was as if the drug had discretion. It picked and chose its victims, but without any logic that we could make sense of.
Staring at the ceiling at night, I often wondered if it would have been better to be among the first wave of people who'd become flayed. The transformation looked agonizingly painful. But I always imagined it would have been better to get it over with, better to be spared from witnessing the horrors of this new world.
Three farmhouses ago, I saw Eustice Jones' husband Bill became flayed before my eyes.
I mark time by "farmhouses" now. The days and weeks started blending together not long after cellular service ceased and I lost track of time.
On the run, we'd occupy a farmhouse, be discovered, and leave. Then we'd find a new one, get overwhelmed by the Flayed, and relocate. Each cycle constituted one "farmhouse." In truth, "days" and "weeks" no longer mattered anyway because it felt like we'd been on the run for years. I'd counted eighteen farmhouses so far, so many that I forgot who they all belonged to.
When Bill Jones became flayed, it started with his face. We were eating dinner, laughing and smiling and remembering the world as it used to be. Then Bill's face turned into a frown. Working as a part-time nurse before the world fell, I'd seen my fair share of stroke victims. That's what it looked like––that Bill lost control of the muscles in his face.
Eustice, his wife, asked what was wrong. And as Bill tried to answer, looking just as stunned as the rest of us, the skin from his face slipped off of the muscle that gave it shape, leaving a blood-red mask. Within seconds, the same thing had happened to the rest of his body. And within a minute, he'd killed three of us.
My attention comes back to the cab of the truck, to Rex, my last beacon of happiness and hope. I see that he's holding his side. His eyes are watering––no, he's crying.
"I love you, Cherry."
He upshifts, fourth gear, speeding faster down the road. The speedometer hits forty miles per hour.
The truck rumbles across the hard-packed earth.
Rex's face changes into a frown. The same frown I saw on Bill Jones' face.
"Rex, you're scaring me."
His face sags. The stroke. His skin becomes slippery, elastic.
Then it starts to fall off onto his lap.
"Jump out of the truck Cherry," he says, his jaw a sickening crimson. "I'm not going to slow down. I'm going to crash it. I won't let it happen to me."
He pulls up his shirt, showing me a deep gash in his side. One of the Flayed tore into him before he managed to get into the truck, its contagions worming their way into his bloodstream.
Suddenly, everything that made Rex the man I fell in love with––over beers in a smoky pool hall––slips away. The flesh sheds entirely from his face. Now, Rex is reduced to a grinning skull covered in shiny red sinew. And he becomes terrifyingly aggressive like they all do. Like I've seen a hundred times before.
Rex releases the steering wheel. He lunges for me. I close my eyes before it happens but hear a sharp click as Rex's seatbelt locks him in place. His jaws snap. He's like a rabid dog. He pulls against the seatbelt, but stringent automobile safety regulations keep him locked in place.
The tears come, pouring from my eyes. I remember everything that made Rex and I happy. Even though we'd never been able to have children––even though three pregnancies had ended in miscarriage––we'd started a family, just the two of us. And we'd been happy.
Rex's foot is locked against the gas pedal. The speedometer reaches sixty. I think of trying to stall the truck, to stop it somehow. If I jumped out at this speed, no matter how soft the field, I'd be injured or killed. And if I happened to live, the Flayed would catch up to me, like they always do.
Rex is still restrained by his seatbelt, struggling ferociously against it. My hand closes around the gear shift. In his calloused, farmer's palm, Rex––this monster that used to be my husband––grabs my wrist and brings my arm to his mouth. I pull away before he manages to bite it. I reach and try to downshift again, but Rex grabs my arm, pulls it to his mouth with extraordinary strength, and snaps just as I manage to slip out of his grasp.
In this final, vicious struggle for life, I accept that none of this was ever meant to end well. There will be no federal relief. Waiting for the government and the army is not an option because they are not here to help us––only to keep us contained. Letting us all become flayed is the safest course of action. We die after twenty-four hours. And once everyone's dead and gone, then they'll come in to clean up the mess.
I wonder if God has a plan for me or if my Christian religiosity has been a lie I've told myself for thirty-three years to believe that there is a plan, that there is meaning. That there is something, rather than nothing.
If I live in a Godless world, one without Rex––is that world worth living in? How many more farmhouses, now, by myself? How long until I become flayed? What will the change feel like as the skin falls from my face? Will I remember who I was? Does our sanity depart as we become flayed? Are we trapped inside a body that is not ours? Do our souls live on, or do they, too, depart?
As these questions cross my mind, I make my decision. Death has the final word in any scenario. Dictating how I meet it is my last act of free will.
Rex's foot has continued depressing the accelerator.
We're humming along at eighty-five miles per hour.
The wheat shines in the moonlight––a translucent amber blur.
I look into Rex's eyes. I see a flicker of blue color that made me fall in love with him.
"Goodbye, Rex," I say.
I unbuckle my seatbelt. I grab the steering wheel. I close my eyes and pull it towards me as hard as I can.
Before everything goes black, I feel the truck lift from the ground. I open my eyes. We're flying over the moonlit wheat field, which––if there were still people to harvest it––would be nearly ready.
The moon fills the cab of the truck.
I close my eyes again. Gravity pulls the truck down to earth.
[WCD]
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2020.12.01 17:28 cal_ness Among the Flayed

Mygento sold their seed steroid under the trade name "Sorocom," but after a year on the market, a period in which it turned most farmers who used it and most people who ate the food they produced into shambling lepers, the FDA pulled it and declared a National Health Emergency.
It was too late for twenty thousand or so families and the counties they lived in throughout the midwest, 55,000 square miles of which––roughly the size of Iowa––was quarantined by the Army and the National Guard. Second Amendment supporting militias who had guns to spare and recruits eager for action helped patrol the containment zone's borders.
In the common vernacular of middle America, Sorocom came to be known as "The Flayer," and victims of its horrific side effects came to be known as "The Flayed."
This brief history of Sorocom runs through my head as Rex drives us down some unnamed access road in a wheat field, away from a pack of the Flayed that found us hiding in Ted Johnston's hayloft with a dozen others.
Rex puts the old diesel truck into third gear. It spews out black smoke, obscuring the rearview. Looking through the oily cloud, I see the Flayed disappear.
But they're still coming. They'll never stop coming.
Rex did what he always did when he got into the truck. No matter how many unhealthy life choices he made––junk food, whiskey, chewing tobacco––Rex always buckled his seatbelt.
"Where do we go?" I ask. "What do we do?"
Rex holds his side. Maybe a stitch from sprinting to the truck. We barely made it. Rex was pulled out of the truck by one of the Flayed but managed to unholster his revolver and blow its head off before the others got to him.
"We buy our time, Cherry," he says. "We survive."
I love that Rex still calls me by my pet name despite the chaos. He started calling me Cherry shortly after we started dating, a year before we got married. It's a reminder that things were normal once.
Rex downshifts to pull around a hairpin turn. The truck's wheels skid before finding traction, and the rear end fishtails in a plume of dust.
I still wonder how we escaped the fate of so many thousands of other families. We speculated that the chemical properties of Sorocom that caused some peoples' flesh to shed from their bodies were unstable. It was as if the drug had discretion. It picked and chose its victims, but without any logic that we could make sense of.
Staring at the ceiling at night, I often wondered if it would have been better to be among the first wave of people who'd become flayed. The transformation looked agonizingly painful. But I always imagined it would have been better to get it over with, better to be spared from witnessing the horrors of this new world.
Three farmhouses ago, I saw Eustice Jones' husband Bill became flayed before my eyes.
I mark time by "farmhouses" now. The days and weeks started blending together not long after cellular service ceased and I lost track of time.
On the run, we'd occupy a farmhouse, be discovered, and leave. Then we'd find a new one, get overwhelmed by the Flayed, and relocate. Each cycle constituted one "farmhouse." In truth, "days" and "weeks" no longer mattered anyway because it felt like we'd been on the run for years. I'd counted eighteen farmhouses so far, so many that I forgot who they all belonged to.
When Bill Jones became flayed, it started with his face. We were eating dinner, laughing and smiling and remembering the world as it used to be. Then Bill's face turned into a frown. Working as a part-time nurse before the world fell, I'd seen my fair share of stroke victims. That's what it looked like––that Bill lost control of the muscles in his face.
Eustice, his wife, asked what was wrong. And as Bill tried to answer, looking just as stunned as the rest of us, the skin from his face slipped off of the muscle that gave it shape, leaving a blood-red mask. Within seconds, the same thing had happened to the rest of his body. And within a minute, he'd killed three of us.
My attention comes back to the cab of the truck, to Rex, my last beacon of happiness and hope. I see that he's holding his side. His eyes are watering––no, he's crying.
"I love you, Cherry."
He upshifts, fourth gear, speeding faster down the road. The speedometer hits forty miles per hour.
The truck rumbles across the hard-packed earth.
Rex's face changes into a frown. The same frown I saw on Bill Jones' face.
"Rex, you're scaring me."
His face sags. The stroke. His skin becomes slippery, elastic.
Then it starts to fall off onto his lap.
"Jump out of the truck Cherry," he says, his jaw a sickening crimson. "I'm not going to slow down. I'm going to crash it. I won't let it happen to me."
He pulls up his shirt, showing me a deep gash in his side. One of the Flayed tore into him before he managed to get into the truck, its contagions worming their way into his bloodstream.
Suddenly, everything that made Rex the man I fell in love with––over beers in a smoky pool hall––slips away. The flesh sheds entirely from his face. Now, Rex is reduced to a grinning skull covered in shiny red sinew. And he becomes terrifyingly aggressive like they all do. Like I've seen a hundred times before.
Rex releases the steering wheel. He lunges for me. I close my eyes before it happens but hear a sharp click as Rex's seatbelt locks him in place. His jaws snap. He's like a rabid dog. He pulls against the seatbelt, but stringent automobile safety regulations keep him locked in place.
The tears come, pouring from my eyes. I remember everything that made Rex and I happy. Even though we'd never been able to have children––even though three pregnancies had ended in miscarriage––we'd started a family, just the two of us. And we'd been happy.
Rex's foot is locked against the gas pedal. The speedometer reaches sixty. I think of trying to stall the truck, to stop it somehow. If I jumped out at this speed, no matter how soft the field, I'd be injured or killed. And if I happened to live, the Flayed would catch up to me, like they always do.
Rex is still restrained by his seatbelt, struggling ferociously against it. My hand closes around the gear shift. In his calloused, farmer's palm, Rex––this monster that used to be my husband––grabs my wrist and brings my arm to his mouth. I pull away before he manages to bite it. I reach and try to downshift again, but Rex grabs my arm, pulls it to his mouth with extraordinary strength, and snaps just as I manage to slip out of his grasp.
In this final, vicious struggle for life, I accept that none of this was ever meant to end well. There will be no federal relief. Waiting for the government and the army is not an option because they are not here to help us––only to keep us contained. Letting us all become flayed is the safest course of action. We die after twenty-four hours. And once everyone's dead and gone, then they'll come in to clean up the mess.
I wonder if God has a plan for me or if my Christian religiosity has been a lie I've told myself for thirty-three years to believe that there is a plan, that there is meaning. That there is something, rather than nothing.
If I live in a Godless world, one without Rex––is that world worth living in? How many more farmhouses, now, by myself? How long until I become flayed? What will the change feel like as the skin falls from my face? Will I remember who I was? Does our sanity depart as we become flayed? Are we trapped inside a body that is not ours? Do our souls live on, or do they, too, depart?
As these questions cross my mind, I make my decision. Death has the final word in any scenario. Dictating how I meet it is my last act of free will.
Rex's foot has continued depressing the accelerator.
We're humming along at eighty-five miles per hour.
The wheat shines in the moonlight––a translucent amber blur.
I look into Rex's eyes. I see a flicker of blue color that made me fall in love with him.
"Goodbye, Rex," I say.
I unbuckle my seatbelt. I grab the steering wheel. I close my eyes and pull it towards me as hard as I can.
Before everything goes black, I feel the truck lift from the ground. I open my eyes. We're flying over the moonlit wheat field, which––if there were still people to harvest it––would be nearly ready.
The moon fills the cab of the truck.
I close my eyes again. Gravity pulls the truck down to earth.
[WCD]
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2020.12.01 16:59 Dokuujin Every single game "stuttering"

I'm not even sure that "stuttering" is the right word. It's more like buffering. Every 20-30 seconds the game will just stop as if it's loading, for anywhere from like 1-5 seconds. Basically every game does this, I don't understand it. It's not caused by Window's Defender, nor is it caused by Razer Cortex which I've had problems with before. (Tried disabling both individually and together with no change.)
I cannot for the life of me figure out what it is. My build is capable of running every game I play on ultra 60+ FPS with consistent frame rates and zero issues, and even switching everything to the absolute lowest possible settings makes no difference.
This all just started yesterday. Nothing new installed. Drivers are up to date.
As for specs:
Intel Core i5-9400F 6-Core 2.9 GHz
NVIDIA GeForce RTX 2060 - GIGABYTE OC 6G REV 2.0
16GB at 3200Mhz (max speed)
1TB M.2 SSD
ASRock B365 Phantom Gaming 4
Seasonic S12III 500W Bronze
And Windows 10 Home
That said I don't think it's any hardware issue, I feel like something broke on a software level, I just dunno what else to try...
Edit: Right, so I think it was caused by Windows Gaming DVR. (IE: Auto record the last 30 seconds.) I've disabled it and I've now gone a whole like 10 minutes without issues. I'm going to consider the issue solved and will update if it comes back. Little weird though, I've had it on for weeks, maybe there was an update I didn't notice.
Edit2: Yeah, nope, issue came back and is constant again. I don't understand. x.x
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2020.12.01 16:11 StarkRavingRed Trying to Revive Laptop

Hello everyone! I am going to openly admit that I do not know much about computers. I have an Asus laptop I bought quite a few years ago (at least 5) and never really did anything with to the point where every time I turned it on I needed to perform updates.
i3 4GB RAM with 3.98 usable x64 Windows 10 FP 120.2212.5510 I left it alone for a while and recently tried again to use it and after three days of updating it appears I am up-to-date with the latest Windows 10 however it is running super slow, taking about a minute to launch a browser. I am wondering if I should just wipe it and start all over again? Or are there other suggestions of things to look at to maybe speed it up. I don’t want to purchase more RAM at this time.
End goal is to play games via Steam.
I can provide any other information, and thank you all in advance!
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2020.12.01 15:41 CommunismCake [S1] Revisiting the Stella Connection

Hello all.
This is a follow-up to my last thread questioning just who was Mark Jefferson talking to near the end of season 2. One bullet point in my thread drew more attention than others - the idea of Stella perhaps being more than she seems.
For the uninitiated - Stella being an accomplice to Jefferson was a very common theory in the interrim between Episodes 4 and 5 (along with less supported ideas, like Rachel still being alive and the body being a fake, Warren being in on it, Madsen being in on it, the supernatural plot and Samuel the Janitor). As a matter of fact there was much speculation on whether or not Jefferson had some collaborators and whether or not he knew about Max's powers or the Storm - much of this speculation hinged on the Prescott plot going somewhere (it didn't.)
But that could all be in other threads. As a matter of fact, I encourage it - looking at potentially aborted plot arcs or conspiracies is something I'd love to see more of. Who's the Homeless Woman? What's eating Samuel? Did Warren have a bigger role originally?
But in this thread we are going to re-examine the evidence and reassess Stella Hill, the hard studying bespectacled side character, five years after the storm. So put on your tinfoil caps and let's take a look at the circumstantial evidence.
Part 1, Stella and Frank
At the first level of the metaphorical Life is Strange Iceberg, we have the knowledge that Stella is actually Daschund in Frank's codified inventory / record of sales book. Daschund purchases quite a lot from Frank, as a matter of fact - hundreds of dollars. Her purchases are quite interesting. Stella favors study drugs, weed, and anti-anxiety / anti-adhd drugs. We can look at her individual purchases now.
*9/30 - An ounce of mid at $340 dollars (damn Frank, upcharging much?)
*10/01 - Hydromorphine, 24 mg, $90 (Hydromorphone tends to come in 2-8 mg tablets for reference)
*10/03 - (ADHD - 5 Pills. Nonspecific but most likely adderall, another study drug)
*10/05 - Benzos, Speed
*10/07 - "Weird Weed" (Likely a specific strain of Mariujanna) $260
Now we can rule out most of these as unimportant. The main one we should worry about is the purchase on 10/01. Hydromorphone. We'll come back to this one in a bit. Either way, this hopefully makes it clear that there's a pattern and that Stella is certainly spending a lot of money for someone Max says comes from a poorer background.
Part 2, Nathan's drugs
Nathan is interesting if only because a big old spotlight is put on him in the final game. In the final game we see Nathan buys a lot of party drugs. Molly, speed, coke, mary jane, acid, and old GhB. His GHB purchase comes at 11 PM on 10/4, the night Kate was taken to the dark room. We are directed at this point to believe that Nathan slipped her GhB (a popular date rape drug) and then promised to take her to the hospital - but in actuality, absconded her to the dark room. Now here's the argument that this did not happen.
Nathan was at the Prescott Barn at 10:58 PM, where he was presumably dropping Kate off
David in his insane paranoia tracked Nathan as we all know. Here is his sheet:
https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/life-is-strange/images/d/d2/David_investigation_board_gps2_highlighted.png/revision/latest?cb=20170930002205
Now with this in mind, Frank's black book marks him as meeting Nathan to sell him GhB "in the boonies" at 11 PM.
https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/life-is-strange/images/0/02/Frankclues-page4.png/revision/latest?cb=20170924191140
So at this point we have a consistency on our hands OR a new piece of evidence that suggests that Nathan didn't actually buy the GhB before the party. In addition, Nathan does not drive anywhere for the rest of the night meaning that he didn't drive out here, buy the drugs, and return to the party. This is an impossibility. Nathan's vehicle is put here until the next day, 10/5, 4 AM. Presumably when he is returning to Blackwell with Kate.
Part 3, the case for Stella
Let's take this information and address the idea that it was actually Stella that drugged Kate and why it actually makes sense. We know that Kate was not a last minute choice on Jefferson's part. Jefferson plans his victims in advance. Innocent women that he can photograph at the moment they are broken. Wouldn't it make sense for him to signal ahead of time he wanted to drug Kate? The Hydromorphone purchase was only 3 days before the party. Three days.
Let's look at proximity - Kate did not like Nathan. Did not like the Vortex Club. In Kate's own words, it was "not her scene" and in Taylor's, Kate was strictly abstinent and preached against sex.
Now with that in mind we know Kate had three people she considered true, close friends. Max, Alyssa, Stella.
What sounds more likely: Nathan bringing a glass of wine to Kate for her to drink or Stella, a long time friend and trusted confidant? Now Stella has quite a bit of Hydromorphone. In low dosages it's used to treat anxiety, as a pain killer, to treat insomnia. It encourages longer periods of sedation and light sleep. In a higher dosage and mixed with alcohol...it becomes much more potent. Which brings us to...
Part 4, Kate's Testimony
>Kate: I remember...I remember getting sick and dizzy...
>Max: Go on...
>Kate: Then Nathan Prescott said he would take me to the hospital...
So the order of events:
Kate is dosed, Kate kisses guys and laughs and "plays the field" as Nathan puts it, Kate feels sick and dizzy. Her next phrase is interesting.
>Kate: Sick enough to need a doctor. I thought I was dying, Max.
While GhB can cause illness like nausea and vomitting, it's not typically something someone will be cognizant of. Hydromorphone just so happens to have similar effects, especially when mixed with alcohol. The fact she remembers this speaks more to hydromorphone.
Nathan promises to take her to the hospital but they end up elsewhere. The "boonies". Prescott's shed. The dark room. It's here where Kate's memories of the night abruptly end (she says she felt a sharp sting in the neck, clearly one of Jefferson's hip cool drugs) and then she wakes up dumped in front of the dorm (lines up with Nathan leaving the barn at 4 AM).
Now we've created enough clues to make it clear there is a chance that it was Stella. But you're now thinking:
What is the link between Stella and Jefferson?
Part 5, What is the link between Stella ans Jefferson?
Just what is the link betwee-
So Stella doesn't have much dialogue at all in the final game. She gets two speaking appearances - ep 1 and 2...and they both involve Mark Jefferson.
In Episode 1 much of the dialogue in the scene after the Principal revolves around some basic setting building. Just about everyone is talking specifically about Rachel and her disappearance. Stella is absolutely certain she slept with Jefferson but is quick to add that she "has a good source". Which is an odd thing to add. Kinda like asking for a link to porn for "your friend."
But she is also quick to dish out her admiration of Jefferson. She is obviously not alone as Max also gushes over him at first, but Stella goes into depth on enjoying his style. Is it maybe also just coincidental that the first place you talk to her is in front of one of Jefferson's characteristic anguished girl pictures? Stella's next appearance is in Episode 3, where she appears in an alternate universe with Warren Brooke in tatters over being cucked in two timelines and she has some cut dialogue where her and Warren call Max "a fucking weirdo." I also want to add that earlier in episode 3, Stella's room slate reads "I'm sorry Kate" in shaky handwriting. Maybe just the general sentiment...or maybe a small admission of guilt?
Her next speaking role is in ep 4, where she is guarding the entrance to the vortex club. This is only important because she tells Max that "Jefferson got her the job." Not Victoria. Not some other Vortex club flunky. Jefferson. Who, aside from his connection with Nathan, has no connection to the Vortex Club parties. Why would Jefferson get someone like Stella a job as a bouncer at a party? And it's also important to note that Max must speak to Stella to advance the plot. There's no walking around her. Max simply cannot enter the party without speaking to Stella, meaning, to me, this information might be of importance. Why else would the devs want you to hear it? Especially when we know now that Jefferson is preparing to ambush you at the junkyard.
Could Stella be a lookout for Jefferson?
Conclusion
This is not a conclusive matter in the slightest. But there are enough dots there that may or may not be worth connecting. Could Stella have been a knowing accomplice to Jefferson? Another acolyte for him to teach photography to? Maybe a drug mule, helping him get those "hip cool drugs"? Is this content on the cutting room floor? Or is this all coincidental? Or is this all just the ravings of a man with too much time on his hand?
You decide.
Thanks for reading everybody.
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2020.12.01 12:56 subreddit_stats Subreddit Stats: walkingwarrobots top posts from 2020-10-31 to 2020-11-29 08:27 PDT

Period: 28.83 days
Submissions Comments
Total 993 13821
Rate (per day) 34.44 447.50
Unique Redditors 367 1055
Combined Score 27840 27793

Top Submitters' Top Submissions

  1. 921 points, 5 submissions: BarrY_Kaos
    1. Finished. (248 points, 58 comments)
    2. Guess that bot! In Working Progress. 80% done (190 points, 68 comments)
    3. HAPPY THANKSGIVINGS ALL! (179 points, 24 comments)
    4. To all the Campers, this one is for you! (157 points, 28 comments)
    5. Shoot Shoot Shoot...Wait...Don't Shoot! Don't Shoot! (147 points, 23 comments)
  2. 828 points, 17 submissions: boredboi69WR
    1. Pro tip: You can capture/hold the Springfield dam beacon from below by turning around and pressing yourself against the wall. (136 points, 34 comments)
    2. Got the first spark (112 points, 39 comments)
    3. T-posing to assert dominance (99 points, 15 comments)
    4. Oh wow, that's actually a decent pri- Oh. (84 points, 29 comments)
    5. Pro tip: You can complete the Raven task by playing today's Skirmish. (70 points, 40 comments)
    6. This should be interesting (48 points, 10 comments)
    7. Damage chart for Hawk's death ray- (HD) (47 points, 21 comments)
    8. My first living legend. Ever. (38 points, 26 comments)
    9. So I just had a Techno Atomizer changed to a regular one to match the other Atomizer. Now, my mild OCD demands that I buy this paintjob to match the whole setup. Should I go for it or keep the 500 gold? (34 points, 30 comments)
    10. (evil laugh) Look at my gold (28 points, 33 comments)
  3. 698 points, 30 submissions: Hellogillyface
    1. I went back in time to recover these images... Oh, the nostalgia... (110 points, 25 comments)
    2. :( (97 points, 19 comments)
    3. Guess I’m doing it (86 points, 36 comments)
    4. Thx Reddit! (80 points, 23 comments)
    5. NEW RECORD! 1.6M damage! (37 points, 12 comments)
    6. 3 part ads are gone! (30 points, 26 comments)
    7. Still lost tho (26 points, 18 comments)
    8. Kill stolen by Air Support - another reason I’m building a Nightingale (22 points, 4 comments)
    9. Hover FTW! (18 points, 7 comments)
    10. How to counter Hawk (my version) (17 points, 9 comments)
  4. 624 points, 15 submissions: NotVeryTastyCake
    1. Found this image on my phone, 4 years old, reminded me about good old times (144 points, 23 comments)
    2. Destrier has a exdendable ladder on his back (117 points, 14 comments)
    3. Holup (56 points, 12 comments)
    4. Cossack is the smallest robot in the game, and he is arleady 4 stories high, jumps 11 floors up in. If he existed in RL that would be a big and heavy robot. AO Ming is the tallest robot in game. He probably could touch the clouds when he flies up. In RL he would just crush into surface by walking (47 points, 26 comments)
    5. Jesus Fujin (47 points, 6 comments)
    6. They added a light down there, so it wouldn't be too dark (46 points, 7 comments)
    7. Oh yeah,give me a load of those "Headers" (36 points, 5 comments)
    8. What can i say, i love Nodens, Even if they nerf him =) (32 points, 10 comments)
    9. Rajin bug (22 points, 12 comments)
    10. Just realized that i am playing without single heavy robot (18 points, 28 comments)
  5. 576 points, 8 submissions: FenchBadScienceGood
    1. I drew my nightingale using an s pen (170 points, 23 comments)
    2. They really want to kill ao jun :( (141 points, 55 comments)
    3. It's nerf or nothing (140 points, 25 comments)
    4. Freezer burn fujin drawn by me using an s pen (52 points, 23 comments)
    5. New favourite Phantom setup, looks aesthetically pleasing as well (37 points, 25 comments)
    6. Nightingale supression shot keeps firing even though no one is targeted (14 points, 4 comments)
    7. Full SE phantom (13 points, 5 comments)
    8. I didnt expect a legendary pilot that affects only specific weapons (9 points, 14 comments)
  6. 575 points, 22 submissions: _Mausername_
    1. First time EVER coming across a team of randoms that put in this much work. That was a wild match! (120 points, 28 comments)
    2. Watch ad for zero time reduction. Sounds like a fair deal. Sign me up! (70 points, 31 comments)
    3. How did Ming get so low like that? (66 points, 18 comments)
    4. Support? We've got your support! Three Nodens put in work with this match. Really fun match. (50 points, 13 comments)
    5. Well alrighty then! Not hating. That's just cool. (39 points, 40 comments)
    6. "Screw this. I'm out of here." Haha. Not sure what was happening, but it was funny. (31 points, 5 comments)
    7. I managed to score the new Hawk! (27 points, 18 comments)
    8. Outstanding job, team! Seriously, fine work. (21 points, 19 comments)
    9. Anyone else get this feeling? (17 points, 36 comments)
    10. Heyyy! Look who it is. Thought we had a chance for a minute there. (17 points, 15 comments)
  7. 570 points, 19 submissions: _summoning_
    1. Devastrider Adventures 💨🔊💨 (70 points, 12 comments)
    2. Dear Santa...🎅🎄🙏 (65 points, 21 comments)
    3. Please make them always sound like this 🎸🔥🤘🖤🎵 (51 points, 17 comments)
    4. Everyone is building Fenrirs. Me: (45 points, 15 comments)
    5. Goodbye abilities. Goodbye Phase Shift. (44 points, 31 comments)
    6. Limited Edition Fenrir and new Paintjobs (39 points, 24 comments)
    7. Nerfed but still good. (38 points, 15 comments)
    8. Devastrider vs Fenrir 🔊💥🔊 (36 points, 19 comments)
    9. Devastrider Adventures II 💨🔊💨 (32 points, 4 comments)
    10. My Strider setup is now in the current Skirmish 💥 (28 points, 11 comments)
  8. 476 points, 13 submissions: buetterfly
    1. I accidentally pushed that camper in the sea. (110 points, 18 comments)
    2. That guy is a professional kill thief, I'm not mad I'm thankful for the lesson I got. (77 points, 14 comments)
    3. Believe it or not, but i have killed a whole pulsar leech with this beast. (75 points, 41 comments)
    4. Stuck (54 points, 11 comments)
    5. As everyone is now drawing their favourite bots, I did it too, hope it's ok. (41 points, 14 comments)
    6. I'm not F2P anymore :/, but I couldn't resist (26 points, 14 comments)
    7. Lvl 11, met someone with a titan and still won. (21 points, 5 comments)
    8. A double jump, yellow Griffin (17 points, 2 comments)
    9. Just chilling With my (now sleeping) invader-friend (15 points, 5 comments)
    10. ( baby account) some of my teammates managed to stay alive at the bottom of the Castle map river, reds were jumping there to shot him and died instead. (14 points, 5 comments)
  9. 475 points, 10 submissions: XDesertPheonix
    1. I hate this (186 points, 22 comments)
    2. RIP enemy team (96 points, 18 comments)
    3. Finally got it (39 points, 14 comments)
    4. Finally done, best choice I've made (35 points, 18 comments)
    5. Punisher t does more damage than avenger (33 points, 8 comments)
    6. $4 ming and $5 jun (30 points, 24 comments)
    7. Since when was a spark more valuable than a calamity (24 points, 3 comments)
    8. Please for the love of god capture your beacons (17 points, 5 comments)
    9. Most attractive offer I've ever seen (9 points, 12 comments)
    10. Everyone got gold (6 points, 1 comment)
  10. 452 points, 15 submissions: Playgamer3000
    1. Oh yeah, here we go boiiz (82 points, 40 comments)
    2. I was asking what the best medium sniper weapon is, I then got one. (68 points, 14 comments)
    3. Uh oh (57 points, 8 comments)
    4. How is this 14% off? (54 points, 18 comments)
    5. Remember guys, don't play arena :) (34 points, 25 comments)
    6. Nooo, why have you done this! (31 points, 11 comments)
    7. This looks even cooler than I thought. Is it useful though? Eh, not really (31 points, 8 comments)
    8. Ok. (30 points, 3 comments)
    9. Mini LEGO Destrier (17 points, 22 comments)
    10. All I know is I must kill (12 points, 2 comments)
  11. 432 points, 4 submissions: sufoalmighty
    1. It is what it is. (209 points, 26 comments)
    2. Tell me why?!?! (141 points, 40 comments)
    3. I rarely screenshot battle results, but this one warrants a post. We were losing heavily on beacon control but my amazing team turned it around. Well done to each one of them. If you see your name here, YOU ARE A LEGEND! (51 points, 11 comments)
    4. Seriously, how are you supposed to get anything from the game? (31 points, 39 comments)
  12. 399 points, 7 submissions: SomethingIdkname
    1. Pixonic really tryna sell a Natasha (145 points, 27 comments)
    2. Excuse me what (74 points, 28 comments)
    3. I have had Rayker for a while and today it suffered its first ever leg injury :( (56 points, 7 comments)
    4. I admit regularly 5$ isn’t bad, but for a LEO?! (48 points, 4 comments)
    5. Just to inform you this is how slow Kid goes when its legs are damaged (40 points, 16 comments)
    6. Today i am very proud of myself (26 points, 16 comments)
    7. I just got stuck like this and i have no idea why (10 points, 15 comments)
  13. 374 points, 11 submissions: aw3somepantz
    1. Thats not flying, its falling with style (171 points, 12 comments)
    2. ao jun in a nutshell (65 points, 21 comments)
    3. two jaegers on the same team, not sure about you but thats a first for me (34 points, 7 comments)
    4. this weyland is a legend, a robot for support and only support (29 points, 10 comments)
    5. how did he get so low?!?!?! (16 points, 8 comments)
    6. lol this jaeger looks like it was kicked in the crotch (16 points, 6 comments)
    7. Things i think should get buffed or nerfed (13 points, 21 comments)
    8. How the hell do i have negative gold????????? (8 points, 4 comments)
    9. Robot concept: Bringer (8 points, 8 comments)
    10. war robots potato mode (7 points, 6 comments)
  14. 295 points, 14 submissions: jvy04
    1. I'm a lvl 10 Scorpion user in expert league and my fav targets are: 1) Ares - i like teleporting right inside their shields; 2) Ao Jun - I press the ability button when they're about to land; 3) Leech - backstab them right after their ability wears off. 4) Scorpion - coz it's fun.how about you? (60 points, 38 comments)
    2. Got lucky on my first roll! (37 points, 5 comments)
    3. 4 scorpions (1 just died) waiting for the next target while being healed by a Tyr. What would you feel when you're in the other side? 😐 (35 points, 22 comments)
    4. I won a Stellar Phantom! yey! BUT...what do I do with it? 🤷‍♂️ (I now have 3 limited phantoms) - can this be traded? just wondering (24 points, 15 comments)
    5. my Nightingale landed right on top of my teammate's Arthur 😎 (24 points, 7 comments)
    6. finally got the Midas paint job to make a badass looking Fenrir 😎 (23 points, 6 comments)
    7. I just wanted to try my Cryptic Fenrir with its new legendary pilot on FFA....why the hate? 😫 1 hawk and 2 Ravanas ganging up on me 🥺 (18 points, 12 comments)
    8. not the best looking bot & weapons but am excited for this new build. have the new legendary pilot as well 🙂 (15 points, 6 comments)
    9. so this is how it feels like to be powerless...had a good run and it wasn't hard for me to place #1 until I ran into a squad full of OP players (all maxed). I was happy already with 2 kills! pls note that I don't even have a single MK2 bot or weapon. Playing with them was like....watching Youtube 😳 (13 points, 12 comments)
    10. how to kill 1 bot and get on top of everyone (literally on top - top of the mountain!). Pic 1: Hi there buddy, you must be thinking you're safe there 🤭 Pic 2: surprise! 😁 Pic 3: bye bye! 😎 (11 points, 4 comments)
  15. 293 points, 5 submissions: A_simple_F2P_player
    1. Sniping brawler? (121 points, 14 comments)
    2. Nice ao jun you got there (118 points, 14 comments)
    3. :o It’s the Almighty Titan Slaying Vitayaz! I’ve never seen one before (40 points, 9 comments)
    4. What are these weapons on the hawk? (8 points, 10 comments)
    5. Do you get atomizer from the mystery event tasks (6 points, 8 comments)
  16. 290 points, 9 submissions: HotdogLord13
    1. No, lets just hard rush the enemy and die (159 points, 27 comments)
    2. Found my Atomizer Leech buddy! (35 points, 2 comments)
    3. New lobby music (23 points, 11 comments)
    4. Ah yes, ballista components (20 points, 22 comments)
    5. The day I lost my best friend... (14 points, 8 comments)
    6. Won my first giveaway, Thanks Adrian! (13 points, 3 comments)
    7. New skirmish has the best weapons (11 points, 16 comments)
    8. Reminds me of a destrier with pins (8 points, 2 comments)
    9. Super lucky pull of three legendary pilots, and proof that this isn’t from the old special weekend event (not sure if this is look what I won, I think of it more as just good luck) (7 points, 11 comments)
  17. 290 points, 3 submissions: MurderPierrot
    1. [LEGO] mini-Jaeger and mini-Hawk. (165 points, 24 comments)
    2. [LEGO] mini-robots, minos coming soon (93 points, 16 comments)
    3. [LEGO] a especial gift for my new friend u/MadMercuryMan (32 points, 7 comments)
  18. 289 points, 7 submissions: Xavagery
    1. Found a good color scheme (84 points, 19 comments)
    2. 2 kills over living legend (77 points, 10 comments)
    3. Don’t ever speak to me or my son ever again (57 points, 12 comments)
    4. 3 bots in my hangar all have the same speed (24 points, 9 comments)
    5. This setup (2x vengeance 2x rupture) can shred through Mings of higher levels (20 points, 8 comments)
    6. Ao Guang buff? (19 points, 3 comments)
    7. Today I discovered that the robot’s walking speed is proportional to the location of your finger on the joy stick. Not a useful strategy of any sorts, but you can mess with your friends with it, or look menacing when hunting the last enemy. (8 points, 15 comments)
  19. 289 points, 5 submissions: Epicfortniter49
    1. Don’t forget the 1/4th of a gauss too! (183 points, 28 comments)
    2. Oh no! You got the 500 volt components instead? Why not pay again for another shot? (55 points, 3 comments)
    3. Does this drones firing chip work with loki in stealth? (30 points, 12 comments)
    4. Can someone explain why the railgun weapons(volt, Weber, guass) are tier 4 weapons (14 points, 7 comments)
    5. Anyway to get a Rogatka fast? (7 points, 21 comments)
  20. 276 points, 4 submissions: KillaTibi70
    1. Something related (219 points, 92 comments)
    2. I got this as a special offer (23 points, 13 comments)
    3. I don't even have a drone with built in weapons! (The cannibal reactor was my first spin.) (20 points, 10 comments)
    4. Change my mind (14 points, 11 comments)
  21. 266 points, 12 submissions: CVTSKGO2
    1. If you play beacon rush listen up: CAPTURING BEACONS IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN KILLS BRUH (38 points, 31 comments)
    2. Techno Scorpions everywhere (37 points, 30 comments)
    3. I accidentally opened a Silver chest and got a trash weapon. But it says the gift thingy... Does the special prize exist for silver chests??? (36 points, 16 comments)
    4. Murder Turtle (36 points, 12 comments)
    5. Here we go again... (29 points, 20 comments)
    6. Beacon Rush: A Short Guide (18 points, 34 comments)
    7. Enchanced Gepard bcz WHY NOT? (17 points, 5 comments)
    8. How to Balance Typhon (16 points, 12 comments)
    9. Robots for the Low Leagues: Part 1: GRIFFIN (14 points, 35 comments)
    10. The Hidden Gem: Rayker (11 points, 18 comments)
  22. 258 points, 1 submission: DarthP1agueis
    1. Since half of the people playing beacon rush don’t know what this is, this is a beacon. Defend it, imbiciles!!! (258 points, 48 comments)
  23. 248 points, 11 submissions: Terminator_WR
    1. I won these (97 points, 33 comments)
    2. This weekend: up TITAN UPGRADES FOR 10% LESS PLATINUM! up Nov 20 - Nov 23 (9:00 UTC) (36 points, 11 comments)
    3. Skin giveaway prize delivered (30 points, 8 comments)
    4. Typhon vs cerebrus (fortified) (17 points, 2 comments)
    5. My fury will be happy (15 points, 2 comments)
    6. Update 6.6.1 is live (13 points, 10 comments)
    7. Is avenger got a silent nerf?0 (12 points, 15 comments)
    8. Devastator & Havoc giveaway on discord (8 points, 7 comments)
    9. New Lag meter on test server (7 points, 2 comments)
    10. Upgrade Rush: up ALL SILVER UPGRADES 50% FASTER up calendar_spiral Dates: Nov 16-19 (9AM UTC) (7 points, 3 comments)
  24. 244 points, 2 submissions: mhood66
    1. Dragon weapons go with the Crimson Hawk (147 points, 36 comments)
    2. The first time was exciting, 2nd and 3rd not so much. (97 points, 28 comments)
  25. 234 points, 7 submissions: s0m3things0ff
    1. Okay buddy... (76 points, 16 comments)
    2. So basically Nodens is cheaper than Ming (47 points, 24 comments)
    3. How am I alive with all weapons!? (34 points, 5 comments)
    4. I found these dudes having a party, soo... I joined them. (27 points, 8 comments)
    5. Everything is normal, nothing to see here (26 points, 10 comments)
    6. This was fun, let's do it again some time... (14 points, 4 comments)
    7. Probably my best battle yet (Gold League) (10 points, 2 comments)
  26. 230 points, 9 submissions: shivaswrath
    1. If anyone EVER wondered why storms were truly nerfed...(1.10 havoc vs 2.5 storms) (67 points, 15 comments)
    2. My Leo has sex when he puts this skin on (42 points, 17 comments)
    3. Everyone else have dozens of gold tasks??? (27 points, 19 comments)
    4. My OCD has resolved...thanks Pix for second free Gauss on Behemoth! (22 points, 11 comments)
    5. OMG Bernadette gets DR AND 50% HP. This is a tankers paradise!! (22 points, 33 comments)
    6. Anyone else get iOS update? Monday 11/16? (21 points, 9 comments)
    7. Another iOS update this a.m. 11/18 it is large too! (11 points, 12 comments)
    8. May your OCD go bananas (not safe for those that suffer from mis match OCD) (10 points, 5 comments)
    9. In event, Drop rate for Devastator higher than Havoc or Scatter, right? (8 points, 11 comments)
  27. 219 points, 7 submissions: james_barr14
    1. I don't care how bad it is, I got my favourite robot after 2 months of grinding, and spending 1,600 gold. (123 points, 36 comments)
    2. Hellburner learns how to fly! (54 points, 4 comments)
    3. Is it worth grinding to get the second spark? (14 points, 3 comments)
    4. What is the overall best titan? (9 points, 21 comments)
    5. How's my hanger looking? (7 points, 5 comments)
    6. How's my hanger looking? (6 points, 13 comments)
    7. I like how the least viable bot is the cheapest one. (6 points, 7 comments)
  28. 211 points, 10 submissions: JFSoul
    1. Leadership in Gaming and in Work (November 2020) (54 points, 38 comments)
    2. Happy Thanksgiving to walkingwarrobots (47 points, 22 comments)
    3. Halloween Paint Job Giveaway (26 points, 35 comments)
    4. War Robots app is suspended by Facebook. (21 points, 7 comments)
    5. 6.6 Bugs Update (16 points, 24 comments)
    6. Ksiro (Pixonic Lead Developer) Coment on Typon (12 points, 8 comments)
    7. Some Comments from Pixonic Lead Developer in Discord (16 November 2020) (10 points, 17 comments)
    8. Bargain Bin Market Watch (October 2020) (9 points, 7 comments)
    9. walkingwarrobots Stats (October 2020) (9 points, 10 comments)
    10. Ads didn’t reset? (7 points, 17 comments)
  29. 204 points, 12 submissions: LingLing2020
    1. YESS! (this was from monday, but I had to wait for Wednesday to post) (44 points, 23 comments)
    2. God that was painful, I didn’t want to waste 250au buying a second gepard (32 points, 16 comments)
    3. Should I get an arthur or try my luck to see if I get a minos (replacing my now trash Ao Ming) (31 points, 18 comments)
    4. Just realized my crimson hawk’s frontal spike thingy cuts through my ecu (and my light weapon fires directly into it lol) (18 points, 13 comments)
    5. Makes sense that Tony stark would be a p2w (joke, not a meme) (14 points, 2 comments)
    6. Token task (12 points, 10 comments)
    7. New jeager pilot (10 points, 6 comments)
    8. We literally can’t see the rest or scroll down for the info pop up, I’m pretty sure it doesn’t stop at: but (10 points, 2 comments)
    9. Why is havoc in the components storage, it’s not in the game yet, and why is it bigger than the heavy version devastator (9 points, 8 comments)
    10. Bug, regular pilot max skills still have the upgrade button (pressing it does nothing) (8 points, 2 comments)
  30. 196 points, 6 submissions: Will-Morth
    1. Wait, WHAT?! (95 points, 18 comments)
    2. I really wanted a Crimson Hawk, so I asked my girlfriend to open the chest, AND I FINALLY GOT IT (64 points, 33 comments)
    3. Does this even with it, it is in Mexican pesos, so it would be like 6 dollars for 2500 gold, and, should I buy it? (14 points, 18 comments)
    4. Can someone explain this to me? Yesterday that offer showed up to me and it said I’ve already bought it, so I can’t have the Raven anymore, but If I check my hangar, I don’t have any Raven. Also if you check the “storage” of the offer, it says “-2/1” (8 points, 8 comments)
    5. What do you think about, folks? Does it worth it, that is in Mexican pesos, so it would be 1 dollar for 20 days of premium (8 points, 19 comments)
    6. The Holy Trinity (Arthur weapon disposal, barrier, Weyland), what a synergy 😂 (7 points, 0 comments)
  31. 195 points, 7 submissions: Zojmyvinx
    1. Where is havoc? (78 points, 26 comments)
    2. It’s started already! (44 points, 9 comments)
    3. My favorite Drone (35 points, 10 comments)
    4. Physical Shields should be able to receive healing (13 points, 19 comments)
    5. Why hello there (12 points, 8 comments)
    6. Poor dude (8 points, 10 comments)
    7. I’ve only used 5 boosters in my life... (5 points, 9 comments)
  32. 195 points, 5 submissions: Time_to_eat_bread
    1. Hey boys😏 (145 points, 48 comments)
    2. T-Scorpio Gang? (19 points, 25 comments)
    3. Weather's (13 points, 4 comments)
    4. Eyyyy (11 points, 7 comments)
    5. Just One More Volt To Go! (7 points, 3 comments)

Top Commenters

  1. aka123579 (914 points, 593 comments)
  2. _Mausername_ (686 points, 326 comments)
  3. Hellogillyface (568 points, 317 comments)
  4. boredboi69WR (536 points, 255 comments)
  5. JFSoul (503 points, 179 comments)
  6. FenchBadScienceGood (457 points, 187 comments)
  7. Terminator_WR (443 points, 177 comments)
  8. Shutze_owner (382 points, 212 comments)
  9. QuirkyTitle1 (380 points, 256 comments)
  10. Retr0_voyager (360 points, 169 comments)
  11. Chthroop (340 points, 163 comments)
  12. Wolfram_Blitz (332 points, 121 comments)
  13. Zojmyvinx (328 points, 137 comments)
  14. Timo6506 (303 points, 105 comments)
  15. CVTSKGO2 (296 points, 186 comments)
  16. shivaswrath (265 points, 154 comments)
  17. AtomBubble (263 points, 86 comments)
  18. 3lectrified (259 points, 106 comments)
  19. Bavvadoore (242 points, 159 comments)
  20. buetterfly (242 points, 112 comments)
  21. HotdogLord13 (240 points, 99 comments)
  22. Accomplished-Gear318 (216 points, 111 comments)
  23. Quirky-Wall (205 points, 102 comments)
  24. WARROVOTS (203 points, 88 comments)
  25. Soulless_Wraith (202 points, 102 comments)
  26. HORRORCRANKY (199 points, 69 comments)
  27. unnamedDE (191 points, 83 comments)
  28. Warcraftisgood (188 points, 112 comments)
  29. Xavagery (177 points, 77 comments)
  30. pegboot (172 points, 117 comments)
  31. speedyr64 (164 points, 70 comments)
  32. Re-core (161 points, 79 comments)
  33. buckee8 (158 points, 98 comments)
  34. viccuvi1 (158 points, 71 comments)
  35. arielbelkin (155 points, 59 comments)
  36. Epicfortniter49 (151 points, 82 comments)
  37. sufoalmighty (141 points, 64 comments)
  38. USA17762020 (139 points, 79 comments)
  39. Bernard_Mulik (138 points, 73 comments)
  40. stonksprofitmargin (138 points, 66 comments)
  41. tempurpedic_titties (136 points, 70 comments)
  42. Osiru_s (135 points, 85 comments)
  43. AgentSuPa (132 points, 45 comments)
  44. Mack_Sharky (130 points, 72 comments)
  45. MadMercuryMan (128 points, 59 comments)
  46. Redditor0292 (127 points, 50 comments)
  47. NotVeryTastyCake (122 points, 66 comments)
  48. pk_silver (120 points, 43 comments)
  49. ExtensionSubstance64 (118 points, 79 comments)
  50. RealAdityaYT (111 points, 61 comments)

Top Submissions

  1. Since half of the people playing beacon rush don’t know what this is, this is a beacon. Defend it, imbiciles!!! by DarthP1agueis (258 points, 48 comments)
  2. Finished. by BarrY_Kaos (248 points, 58 comments)
  3. Something related by KillaTibi70 (219 points, 92 comments)
  4. It is what it is. by sufoalmighty (209 points, 26 comments)
  5. Guess that bot! In Working Progress. 80% done by BarrY_Kaos (190 points, 68 comments)
  6. I hate this by XDesertPheonix (186 points, 22 comments)
  7. Don’t forget the 1/4th of a gauss too! by Epicfortniter49 (183 points, 28 comments)
  8. HAPPY THANKSGIVINGS ALL! by BarrY_Kaos (179 points, 24 comments)
  9. Thats not flying, its falling with style by aw3somepantz (171 points, 12 comments)
  10. I drew my nightingale using an s pen by FenchBadScienceGood (170 points, 23 comments)

Top Comments

  1. 61 points: Timo6506's comment in Halloween Mystery
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2020.12.01 12:34 Shadowwolffire1 Time Traveling Adventure by Shadowwolffire1 and MIKEADORATOR

Warning: Terms that may not make sense, the C.C.'s name is Chris, Mrs. Afton's name is Clara

It all started that Saturday morning. Mike had gotten back from his shift at Circus Baby’s Pizza World and was enjoying some nice fresh coffee. Someone stepped in front of his gaze and his eyes flickered up and he did a double-take. He instantly recognized both “dog” and the “dog-walker”, if they could be called that.
“Why are you walking that demon-possessed dog animatronic dog on the street? In broad daylight, too!” Mike asked the dog-walker, Pittrap, as he let the dog, named Fetch sniff the grass eagerly.
“You think this is strange?” Pittrap scoffed. “I’ll show you my time machine that only goes until 1985 and I still don’t know how to set it up to go to another time.”
Mike stood up, but not before he swallowed the last bit of his coffee. “Let’s go! My undead life is already weird, so let’s make it weirder!”
“Did someone say weird?” Both Mike and Pittrap did a started as Fleshtrap, or Plushtrap’s voice joined in. The tiny version of Springtrap was staring at the two of them, eyes staring them down.
Mike smiled. “I did,” he explained. “Want to come to see a time-traveling ball pit with us?”
“Of course I want to. Where are we going? I mean...when?” Plushtrap sniggered at his own joke.
“Pittrap, lead the way!” Mike cheered.
They were staring at the ball pit while Pittrap did his thing with the pit. “Wait up. I just figured out how to access the settings of this thing… Where are we going, exactly?”
“You mean when?” Mike pointed out.
Pittrap ignored the joke and shoved a piece of paper into the corpse’s hands. “If anyone asks, you show him this fake document and tell him it’s your time traveler's license as we don’t have time to get one. It takes 4 years to get one.”
“Everyone ready to go?” Mike asked, looking at the small group.
Pittrap and Plushtrap nodded and Fetch barked, so the four of them leaped into the pit. As it went dark around them, Mike asked hesitantly, “Which day will we end up in? Maybe we’ll get to see my dad before he killed those kids.”
“That said,” Pittrap glanced at Mike. “We’ll fix the tragedies from the past, starting with your dad.” Then the four rose up from the pit to find themselves in a bright, cheerful place, two animatronics on stage. Several kids were gathered around a man in a Springbonnie suit.
“Follow me, little children, I am your friend,” the man crooned. Mike bit his lip. His dad with the missing children’s incident. “I have a great party with singing and dancing and above all else, cake!”
“Mike stop him!” Pittrap hissed.
“Hey, dude!” Mike called over to his past father. “Can you grab me my order from the kitchen? None of the other servers are available and I and my friends have been waiting for 45 minutes.”
William noticed how much the strange man called over to him looked like a mix of his son, Michael, and himself. Maybe he knows what I’m about to do with these brats! the man thought. “In a minute, sir!” He pointed the kids into the backroom. I have to do this quickly or the cops will find me! before fleeing into the backroom himself.
Pittrap pointed at the door. “He’s running away!”
Mike tossed him his phone. “Call 911! I’ll distract him for as long as possible.”
Pittrap rolled his eyes. “Dude. Use logic. We’re in 19XX, not 2020. That’ll just cause confusion. We’ll have to stop him ourselves.”
Mike grinned. “I’ve been in the future too long.” He grabbed a knife from an empty table nearby. “I’m going in. And it’s not like he can do much to me. I am a rotting/walking corpse after all.”
Pittrap nodded. “I have my large teeth and tongue.”
In the backroom, William was advancing on the children. “Children… It’s... Time… To... DIE!” and as he lunged forward, the knife drawn, when suddenly, he stabbed Mike through the stomach.
“Yes, for you,” Pittrap snarled while Fetch crouched protectively in front of the terrified kids.
“You are not laying a hand on these kids… dad,” Mike glared at his past father. William looked taken back.
“Mike, say an epic phrase, and let’s get this over with quickly, that suit is making me uncomfortable,” Pittrap warned.
“I don’t have a phrase, but what I do have in mind is this!” Mike stepped forward, decaying his skin, picked his father up by the neck, and threw him against the wall. “Kids, go find your parents! We’ll take care of this!”
The kids did not need to be told twice. They burst into tears and darted out the door. Mike could hear them sobbing to their parents that they wanted to leave immediately. Pittrap used his tongue to activate the spring locks and they cringed as they heard William scream out in pain as the metal parts jabbed into his flesh. As William lay on the floor lifeless, Mike turned to Pittrap. “Who’s next?”
The next place they arrived, Mike recognized Fredbear's Family Diner, also the place where his past self and past friends had killed his little brother, Chris, in what was known as the bite of 1983 or the bite of ‘83. Across the room, Mike could see himself and his friends creeping up on Chris. Ennard had crawled out in his human form during the transition.
“I don’t want to offend you, but you were an idiot for thinking that putting him in Fredbear’s mouth was a good idea,” Plushtrap said.
Mike shook his head. “I was an asshole to him his entire life. Welp, let’s go do the one thing I was supposed to do for Chris his entire life. Save him.”
As they got closer, they could hear past Mike sneer, “Hey, little man, wanna go see Fredbear up close?”
“I think he said yes!” the Bonnie bully laughed.
“Hey, boys! Leave the kid alone!” Mike snapped, striding up to them confidently.
“Stay out of this. It’s between him and us!” Past Mike barked.
“And who the hell are you?” The guy wearing the Freddy mask asked.
“I don’t have time for this,” Mike muttered to his group of time travelers but to the bullies, he said, “Your “prank” can wait a few minutes. Come with me, it won’t take long.”
“Pfff,” past Mike snorted. “Ok. You wait here, coward,” he added to Chris. Mike led both groups to the bathroom and locked the door after making sure they were the only people in the bathroom before whirling around and decaying his skin a second time. They looked at each other and then back at Mike, shocked.
“I told you once, I will not tell you again. Keep your hands off Chris. Don’t make me mad, I have a few “friends” who will enjoy tormenting you,” Mike growled, referring to the nightmares and Ennard.
Past Mike snorted with laughter. “Oh no! I’m so scared,” he said sarcastically. “If that’s true, describe your friends.”
The three other bullies roared with laughter. “Hahaha! Surely they’re ugliness and misery, or otherwise losers like Chris!”
Mike rolled his eyes. “Two of them are terrifying bears with sharp claws and teeth, and the other is robot spaghetti.”
“I am not robot spaghetti!” Ennard whined. Mike rolled his eyes again and pulled out a photo of the nightmares.
The bullies looked a little scared now. “You sure you haven’t inhaled anything illegal, man, because I think you’re delirious, so tell that cosplay guy, clown boy, to do something with his life or something.”
“Eggs, is this guy kidding me?” Ennard asked, switching into his animatronic form, and forcing the bullies to cower against the wall opposite them. “Did you just insult my Eggs?”
Outside of the bathroom, Chris was huddled close to the wall. “Hello? Someone? I feel lonely… Mike? The strange guy?” In his head, Fredbear smiled at him and said, Tomorrow is another day.
Mike gestured to Ennard to switch back and warning, “Remember what I said,” before unlocking the doors and opening them. “Have a happy birthday, kid,” was all he said as the animatronics followed him.
“Thank you, friendly and strange man. Have a great day yourself,” Chris called back. Be careful with your travels, Mike, Fredbear added in Mike’s head. The man stopped, stiffening.
Did the bear just talk to me?! Whatever. I mean, the nightmares are real, why can’t a plush bear talk to me? Mike thought. To Chris however, he added, “Things will get better between you and your brother. Not right away, but it will happen.” I hope, Mike added silently.
Pittrap, who had been in the ball pit with Fetch the entire time looked up and asked anxiously, “Did you stop it?”
“I think so. I mean, I changed into my corpse form, introduced Ennard in both forms, and had Chris' plushy talk to me in my head, if that’s what you mean by “stopping it”. As for the bite, I want to see if they do it or not. It’s embarrassing to see the relationship between Chris and me and the relationship we have now,” Mike explained.
“Let’s go save your sister,” Pittrap said.
Meanwhile:
“Umm… Chris? I want to say sorry for being mean all the time. I want to start over as being a better brother for you,” past Mike said quickly.
“They’ll be okay. Let’s worry about Elizabeth now, but she’s gonna be a lot harder. That girl has an iron will. Should we go to the present and bring present Eli back to help get the point across?” Mike asked.
“It’ll be best,” Pittrap advised. “Let’s go look for her.”
Later:
“System… Objective… Indefinite…” a feminine monitor beeped as Scrap Baby awoke in an alleyway. She leaned back as Pittrap jumped into her face.
“Hi, Liz! Let’s go!” Pittrap said enthusiastically.
“Who are you? I’m not going with anyone I don’t know,” Scrap Baby snarled, ready to fight.
“Mike, help me!” Pittrap called.
As Scrap Baby jumped forward, Mike cried out, “Liz! It’s me, your brother Mike!”
It worked. Scrap Baby froze, her surprise evident on her face. “Mike… You… Brother… System processing… I don’t believe you! Tell me something only Mike would know!” she insisted as her eyes flickered from green to red.
Aware that his breathing was speeding up, Mike replied with, “I was watching you make sure you didn’t go near Circus Baby because Dad told you “no” multiple times and because he had to deal with something in the office, but when you went up I was in the bathroom. You also persuaded Ennard to scoop Eggs Benedict.”
Baby’s eyes changed almost right away from red to green again. “Brother,” she whispered as she pulled her sibling into a tight hug, being careful not to use her claw arm. “I missed you, you’re here and I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, Liz. Wanna be able to permanently drop your animatronic form?” Mike asked her.
“I’ll keep it for emergencies, just in case. I know you, you like to get into problems,” Scrap Baby said as she shifted into her human form: a teenage girl with long reddish hair tied back into a ponytail with green eyes.
“Y-yeah. Pittrap and I are trying to fix the past to make sure no one dies yet,” Mike explained. “Wanna tag along with us?”
“Sure! Sometimes I regret not having listened to Dad,” Eli confessed.
“Pittrap, if you may…” Mike looked at his friend.
“Mike, I do sincerely hope you do understand that I will have to come with you on every travel because if I don’t, you’ll be arrested for manipulating a time machine illegally. Now with nothing more to say, let’s save your sister.”
“Is that even possible?” Mike whispered to himself. “Whatever. Let’s go prevent Liz’s death.” He leaned over to Pittrap and hissed into his ear, “Should we tell her that Dad died in the spring lock suit even though we saved the kids?”
Pittrap shook his head. “Maybe later. Let’s not hurt her feelings right away.”
“Your right. By the way, where’s everyone else we brought on the journey?” Mike glanced around.
“Here, with me,” Pittrap opened his chest, Fletch and Plushtrap smiled at him.
“Cute! I wanna pet them,” Liz said eagerly.
“If you wanna have two hands, I suggest you don’t,” Pittrap warned.
With past Liz and Will:
“Please, daddy? Please?” past Liz begged.
“For the last time, Elizabeth, no!” William snapped.
Pittrap pointed at the two from the pit. “There!” Mike looked down at himself.
“I should have changed clothes with past Mike,” he muttered. He climbed out of the pit quietly and quickly. “Hey, kid. Listen to your dad. Parents say no for good reasons.”
While past William was nodding and smiling appreciatively, past Liz threw her hands up in the air. “Why does everyone tell me no when I want to do something?”
“Liz, if I tell you no, it’s because I’m trying to protect you,” Will pointed out.
“I don’t need protection! I wanna see Circus Baby,” the girl declared as she darted up to the stage. Will’s horror is astonishing, Mike thought, as his dad froze, horror written all over his face.
“Mike! Do something!” Pittrap screamed from the ball pit. Mike lunged forward and wrapped his arms around his past sister.
“Liz, please listen to dad! This is a life or death situation!” Mike begged.
“Why the hell should I listen to you?” Liz snarled, trying to break free.
Pittrap whistled, climbing out of the pit himself. “That’s strong language, especially for a little girl. Where’d she learn that?”
“I don’t know!” Will yelled.
“From me and dad,” Mike explained.
“Hey. This isn’t what you want. Don’t live as I did,” present Liz begged softly. Her past self’s face fell slightly, and she nodded.
“Alright. You’re right. I can’t have everything.”`
“You ruined everything!” Baby snarled, lunging forward at Mike, her claw out. Present Liz didn’t hesitate and switched to Scrap Baby, stepping in front of her brother.
“Get away from Mike!” Pittrap screamed, and Circus Baby’s claw clenched onto him. “Don’t worry, guys. I’m pretty much immortal,” he announced.
ENNARD! Take control and imitate the Hand Unit! Mike thought, allowing Ennard to take control of his body. “Let’s encourage Baby to cheer up with a controlled shock!” Ennard said brightly. He grabbed past Will’s iPad and used it to shock past Baby, who screamed in pain and used a forced shutdown. Present Liz switched back.
Pittrap snarled as the shock hit him. “Man, can you please tell me before you do something like that?” He quickly regenerated his body like Wolverine. “Who should we save now?”
“Sorry, man. I gave Ennard control,” Mike apologized. “Mom died next, didn’t she? Let’s go save her.” He turned to his past sister. “Promise to keep listening to dad?”
“Ah… mommy Afton,” Pittrap sighed. “And yes, tell that robotic spaghetti mess that, if he is going to do something, say it out loud. I’m not Chris’ plush Fredbear who can read anyone’s mind.”
Mrs. Afton’s Death (Clara)
“Will, what are you doing?” Past Clara questioned. William didn’t respond, but picked up a sharp knife and smiled at it. Outside the door, Liz gasped:
“Let’s stop him before he hurts mom!” The group flew through the door.
“Mom! Get out of here! I’ll hold him off!” Mike shouted.
William whirled around to stare at the group, but mostly his future son. “Mike?! But...but you’re supposed to be at school! This is not what it looks like!”
“Well, for me, it’s what it looks like. Stop him,” Pittrap ordered.
“Why don’t you help then?” Mike asked.
“Because I like sitting out and only intervening when necessary,” Pittrap replied, closing his eyes lazily.
“Mom! Just go!” Mike focused himself on his past father. “He can’t hurt me. Go over to Henry’s. Ennard, Liz, go with her!” He allowed Ennard to leave his body and he heard his mother’s scream as the animatronic turned human.
“Mike. Let’s solve this like a gentleman or tell Fetch to make a mess,” Pittrap reasoned.
“Let’s see how far we can go in ‘solving this like 'gentlemen' before we involve Fetch,” the corpse challenged.
“What gentlemanly idea do you propose to solve this, with a fair deal? Maybe this will come out perfectly. If not, Fetch, you know what to do,” Pittrap added to the animatronic dog currently inside him.
Mike sighed. “Fine, past dad. What do you propose?”
William looked thoughtful.
“Well?” Mike asked, already annoyed.
“I’ll leave Clara alone if I get what some of you and your friends have. Something melted, making you capable of ‘standing up and talking to me.’ Don’t think I didn’t notice; I’m not an idiot. Do you agree with the terms?” William said.
“Maybe if you’re a bit of an idiot, but…” Pittrap trailed off. To Mike, however, he whispered, “I think he’s referring to the Remnants.”
“Maybe,” Mike whispered back. “Yes, but if you’re talking about the Remnants, I don’t have one,” Mike lied.
“Of course you have, or because you're “alive” being that I clearly see your body standing, despite seeing you as dead,” William explained.
Mike took a deep breath. “You're hard to lie too, ya know.”
“The only one who would get hurt is you,” Will hissed. “The others would be fine.”
“Fine,” Mike agreed, to which his past mother screamed: “Mike! No!”
Mike finally lost his temper. “For the last time, GO!”
“Let’s go, Clara,” Ennard said firmly, turning the distraught woman towards the door and pushed her out.
“What do we start with?” Mike asked, watching the man in front of him.
“I am going to bury this needle in your torso, as close to your heart as possible, then you will perish like any human,” the man explained, sanitizing the needle.
“Mike, let me deal with this! RWQ has unlimited Remnant, and he can give Will what he wants. Please, let him give the Remnant,” Pittrap begged.
“Who’s RWQ?” Mike asked, looking at the animatronic.
“That’s Shadow Bonnie,” Pittrap explained.
“Can’t he just transfer me some afterward?” Mike whispered. To William, however, he stated: “Just remember that I’m the reason, Clara, Liz and Chris are still alive.”
“Sure,” Pittrap muttered to the body in front of him.
“Go ahead, William,” Mike said, allowing the needle to be inserted into his bleeding hole where his organs used to be.
“Yes! The power is mine!” The madman laughed. Meanwhile, Pittrap managed to telepathically contact RWQ. I need you. I’m at XXXX on XXXXXXXX street, date is XX/XX/19XX.
With the Shadows:
“Do you have a 9?” RWQ asked.
“Nope. Sorry man,” Shadow Freddy answered.
“This card game sucks,” RWQ moaned, pausing as Pittrap’s message flew into his mind.
“What’s going on?” Shadow Freddy watched his friend stand up.
“I have to go, it’s an emergency,” RWQ replied, teleporting away. Shadow Freddy shook his head and sighed.
Back with Mike and the others:
“Mike, you’ll be okay. HE’s on his way,” Pittrap assured the boy, who’s lifeforce was getting weaker and weaker.
“Thanks for the update. This hurts more than the scooper,” Mike chuckled weakly.
“What’s happening? Oh hi, a bunny guy and purple man junior!” RWQ said brightly. Pittrap’s mouth formed an “Oh.”
“You came!” Mike cheered. “Now, can someone please HELP ME OUT HERE?!”
“Oh yeah,” RWQ said, snapping his fingers and Mike instantly felt his lifeforce return. He ripped the needle from his torso to William’s surprise, and punched him in the face, knocking him out.
“Alright. Let’s go get Liz and Ennard from Henry. Then we need to save me since we saved the kids, but Dad still died.”
“Dudes, we do realize that I’m some kind of interdimensional jumper, so I can turn your time machine into a time machine and interdimensional teleporter. used it to save Charlie,” RWQ said, as they got ready to leave.
“I’m okay with that. What about you guts?” Mike asked as Liz and Ennard were teleported back to them.
“We’re fine, Mikey,” Liz said gently to her brother.
“Okay. Let’s go. And dad? Don’t be an arsehole to the family,” Mike said bitterly.
William, who had been laughing like the crazy dude he was and saying, “I am the most powerful being in the universe!” stopped to say, “Yes, whatever, get out of here, Mike.”
“I’m happy as long as I don’t have to be near you,” Mike responded, rolling his eyes. Take me with you. Mike jumped until he realized that he knew that voice. Plush Fredbear.
Where are you? Mike questioned. I can grab you on my way out.
Anything is better than being here alone with William, Fredbear replied.
Can you teleport yourself to the front door? I think Will’s slowly losing it, Mike answered.
“Hey, Mike!” Everyone heard the Bonnie bully screaming outside the front door. “Come out and hang out with me!”
“Get out of my house!” William roared at them.
“Let’s go, dudes,” Pittrap said casually.
“Let’s go! Out!” Mike yelped, grabbing Fredbear and ducking to avoid a knife Wiliam had thrown at him and they teleported away.
“Hey, Mike!” The bully said as he heard the group teleport behind him. “Wanna go hang out with me?”
“Uh- sorry, can’t right now. Maybe later or tomorrow?” Mike suggested.
“Sure! Sounds good, man. Take care,” the guy jumped onto his bike and biked away.
“Did we save Charlie?” Pittrap asked.
“No. We just ran into a bully who we met when prevented Chris’ death,” Mike replied.
“Yeah, and? I saw Chris safe and sound a while ago.”
“We haven’t saved Charlie, which means that we still need to find her and stop her from dying.”
“You’re right,” the creepy looking rabbit mused.
“Excuse me? Do you know if Mr. William Afton is at home? I need to talk to him,” Henry Emily himself asked, pointing at the Afton’ household.
“What if we just take him? We can use his help in saving Charlie?” Pittrap muttered.
“Uhh… Yeah! I actually just finished talking to him about… an animatronic malfunctioning! Since he did help create them, the worker thought it was best that we talk to him!” Mike lied to Henry.
“Ahh... those animatronics, they always have some malfunction, so he and I have quite a lot to talk about,” the man chuckled.
“Mike, what the hell are you doing? If he goes into the house, he’ll see a madman laughing alone, claiming to be ‘all-powerful’ and whatnot,” Pittrap argued quietly. When Henry turned around, the group teleported to Charlie’s death scene.
With Past Charlie and Sammy:
“Sammy, look at this costume I found, don’t you think it’s funny?” Charlie giggled, looking at her younger brother and holding up said costume.
“Yeah! I really like it! You should wear it if Daddy will let you. I’m sure everyone will like it!” the small boy grinned up at his sister.
“And I found this for you because you’re the world’s best brother!” Charlie cheered, hugging her brother tightly. At that moment, they heard something heavy breathing nearby. “Sammy? What’s that noise? Get behind me.”
Sammy glued himself to his sister. “Charlie? I’m scared.” Out of the shadows stepped Springbonnie or William, who glanced between the two of them, trying to decide who to kill.
“Me too,” Charlie confessed.
Meanwhile, with the group, they were searching frantically for Charlie, Sammy, and William. “Where can they be? I’m sure they won’t make it, we’re going to be too late!” Liz panicked.
“We’ll find them, Liz, we have too,” Mike tried to reassure his sister.
At that moment, they heard Sammy scream: “Run Charlie!”
“There!” Mike cried and the group broke into a dead sprint towards the voice. “Go! Go! Go!” He encouraged.
As the group stopped, they saw Will laughing crazily. “I’ll take Charlie!” he decided.
Pittrap kicked a trashcan. “Stop right there, springidiot!” (a term I came up with)
“You will never lay a hand on these kids, or any kids!” Mike stepped protectively in front of the kids.
“T-Thank you, sir!” Sammy choked out, sobbing.
“No problem. Get inside. I and my friends will handle it,” Mike replied unconsciously and as the two kids darted inside the pizzeria, Mike attacked his father. “Your kids and wife are still alive. You should have only lost your sanity after Chris, Eli and Mom died! When this is over, you’re going to therapy.”
“Therapy is for crazy idiots! I'm fine,” Will teased.
“You are a crazy idiot. If you weren’t, you wouldn’t be doing this!”
“My sanity is fine, I know what to do,” William said easily, before activating the spring locks.
“Really?” Mike mocked, looking around at everyone. “This is the second time this has happened. I’m amazed you went into engineering. You forgot about the spring locks.”
His father merely laughed. “Actually, Mike, I didn’t forget them. I used them in my favor instead.” He got to his feet. “I discovered that once you die, the remnant makes you stronger and stronger! Now I am… Undead Bonnie!”
“What if it gets too much though? Your body won’t be able to hold that much power. It’ll kill you permanently,” Mike argued.
“Oh, Mike, Mike, Mike. I think of things before I do them. I regulate to an intermediate level the things I use, the Remnants are no exception.” Undead Bonnie stepped forward and threw Mike into the wall behind him. Mike yelped from the pain.
Fredbear, I need you to connect me to everyone on our side, Mike thought. One Fredbear reported that the link had been established, he thought: Guys. He burned in a fire before, right? We need to burn him again!
“Okay, Mike. We’ll give him a fight, while you get what you need to burn him,” Liz agreed, switching into Scrap Baby and smirked. “I told you we’d need my form again in an emergency.”
“Thanks, guys,” Mike picked himself up from the wall, darted into the pizzeria and towards the kitchen.
“It’s your end, Afton,” Pittrap growled. Meanwhile, with Mike, he had run into the kitchen, grabbed a lighter from a surprised waitress, and raced back out again, yelling: “Sorry! I really need this!” He ran across the street to the gas station, where he swiftly bought a 3L can of gas and raced back to the alley, and threw the gas onto a surprised Undead Bonnie. “A little surprise, dad,” Mike spat the word out like it was poison. He then set Undead Bonnie on fire.
“Ahhhhhh!” Undead Bonnie began screaming.
With the originals inside on the stage:
“We are waiting every nig… What was that?” Freddy began.
“Don’t know, doesn’t matter,” Bonnie muttered to his leader, although his ears were twitching nervously.
“Okay, if you say so,” Freddy replied, turning his attention back to the show. “Newcomers to play with us…” At that moment, a back door flew open and a mixed group of humans and animatronics came in, fire at their backs.
“IF YOU WANNA LIVE, RUN!” Pittrap screamed, heading straight for the front door while running at top speed, the rest of the group following.
“Everyone out if you wanna see tomorrow!” Mike called. People began screaming and rushing for the door and the animatronics helped them get out quickly.
“Hey, I’m still here,” RWQ reminded the group. “Get in my body and we can jump out that window. Nothing will happen, except a little bump, but it’s either that or DIE.”
“Why didn’t you mention that earlier?” Mike challenged.
“Because I’m a supporting character in a story,” RWQ replied. Everyone shot him questioning looks, but he just shook his head, and everyone dove in. RWQ jumped out the window.
“Should we go to that other pizzeria and collect provisions, or move on?” RWQ asked.
“Move on. But this time, we’ll do something different. I’ll take the scooper and then friend past Ennard with past Mike,” Mike explained.
“Let’s do it, ‘purple purple’,” Pittrap said eagerly.
“I would prefer if you did not call me that, but I’m okay with Purple Guy #2. Everyone ready?” Mike asked as they all tensed up for the next teleportation.
Everyone nodded, and they teleported.
With past Mike and past Ennard, Sister Location Night 5
“The scooper only hurts for a moment,” past Ennard said, imitating Circus Baby’s voice perfectly.
“Okay, Mike. Do your magic. I’ll step in if I need to,” Pittrap said calmly.
The scooper activated and Mike stepped forward, pushing past Mike out of the way and letting it hit him. “Ahh!” Mike winced. “I forgot how much that hurt.” He looked back and saw everyone facepalming.
“At least the problem was solved. Now we have to convince these dudes to be our allies,” Pittrap nodded towards past Mike and pointed towards where past Ennard was.
“H-h-huh?” Past Mike stammered. He looked up towards his future. “A-aren’t you the guy who stopped me and my ex-friends from doing that prank?”
“That’s me. Past Ennard, get your butt in here!” Mike called through the glass.
“B-but that was Circus Baby’s voice!” Past Mike protested.
Mike shook his head. “His name is Ennard and he has the ability to imitate the Funtimes’ voices.”
“Purple Guy #2’s right. This silly spaghetti head only knows how to lie and deceive. Without offending Ennard of the present, however,” Pittrap agreed.
“Who are you?” Past Mike stared at the bunny in horror.
“That’s Pittrap, and also the reason everyone except your dad is alive,” Mike explained. “Through a time-traveling ball pit.”
“Th-that’s impossible! Time travel is impossible!” Past Mike gasped.
“I’m dead and standing right in front of you. It’s possible,” Mike replied.
“I’m a good guy and I haven’t eaten anyone’s head. It’s possible,” Pittrap agreed.
“With that, Past Ennard, get your butt over here or I will burn your exotic butters,” Mike added, with Pittrap volunteering, “And I’ll eat one of your eight eyes.”
“Jeez. I came here to kill one Eggs, but I killed the already dead Eggs?” Past Ennard walked through the door and Past Mike jumped slightly, staring up at Ennard, surprise on his face.
“Ok, now. Past Ennard, meet past me. Past me, meet the burnt spaghetti,” Mike introduced, to which both Ennards, with present Ennard pulling out of Mike’s stomach, yelled, “I am not burnt spaghetti!” which resulted in both their past selves to stare at their futures, in shock and horror.
“Oh, and past Ennard?” Mike asked.
“Yes, future Eggs?” Past Ennard answered.
“Just go into the elevator with me. You don’t need to scoop out my organs just to escape,” Mike said simply.
“Hey, Mike. What else do we need to do?” Pittrap asked.
“Other than what we do with dad, nothing,” Liz replied.
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2020.12.01 03:17 howmanypenises [Help] Random BSOD while gaming.

Hi guys,
I recently have been getting BSOD's while playing A Plague Tale. I can get about 15 minutes in until it crashes.
E: I've found that that's not the case and it'll restart regardless after some time (I was letting games download before I went to bed and it still crashed).
I've played AC: Origins and RE2 remake without issue in the past. It might just be the game but I'm not 100% sure since I haven't been able to test other games. Reinstalled Windows like 3 times to see if it would alleviate the problem but no dice. I updated BIOS, reinstalled/updated drivers (particularly the nvidia and realtek audio ones) and it wasn't much help. I already executed and repaired via sfc /scannow.
Computer Specs:
General
 Operating System Microsoft Windows 10 Pro, version 2009, build: 19042 Central Processor Intel(R) Core(TM) i9-9900KF CPU @ 3.60GHz 
Graphics
 Video Adapter NVIDIA GeForce RTX 2080 Ti Video Memory 11.0 GB Screen Resolution 1920 x 1080 Display device count 2 (Main)Device name NVIDIA GeForce RTX 2080 Ti Screen Resolution 1920*1080 Device name NVIDIA GeForce RTX 2080 Ti Screen Resolution 1920*1080 
Storage
 Total Memory 31.9 GB Free Memory 26.0 GB Total Hard disk 14427.3 GB Free Hard disk 9021.1 GB 
Central Processor
 CPU Name Intel(R) Core(TM) i9-9900KF CPU @ 3.60GHz Number of logical processors 16 Code Name N/A Manufacturer GenuineIntel Current Clock Speed 3600 Mhz Max Clock Speed 3600 Mhz Voltage 0.9V External Clock 100 Mhz Serial Number BFEBFBFF000906EC CPU ID Intel64 Family 6 Model 158 Stepping 12 Socket Designation U3E1 L1 Cache 512 KB L2 Cache 2048 KB L3 Cache 16384 KB 
Motherboard
 Model MPG Z390I GAMING EDGE AC (MS-7C04) Manufacturer Micro-Star International Co., Ltd. Serial Number J616232107 BIOS Name B.30 BIOS Vendor American Megatrends Inc. SMBIOS Version B.30 BIOS Date 7/3/2019 
BIOS Features
 PCI is supported Yes BIOS is Upgradable (Flash) Yes BIOS shadowing is allowed Yes Boot from CD is supported Yes Selectable Boot is supported Yes BIOS ROM is socketed Yes EDD (Enhanced Disk Drive) Specification is supported Yes Int 13h - 5.25 /1.2MB Floppy Services are supported Yes Int 13h - 3.5 / 720 KB Floppy Services are supported Yes Int 13h - 3.5 / 2.88 MB Floppy Services are supported Yes Int 5h, Print Screen Service is supported Yes Int 9h, 8042 Keyboard services are supported Yes Int 14h, Serial Services are supported Yes Int 17h, printer services are supported Yes ACPI supported Yes USB Legacy is supported Yes 
Memory Resource
 Total Memory 31.9 GB Used Memory 5.9 GB Free Memory 26.0 GB Memory Usage 18% 
Physical Memory
 Memory Bank BANK 0 Description Physical Memory 0 Device Locator ChannelA-DIMM0 Capacity 16.0 GB Speed 2667 Mhz Manufacturer Samsung Data Width 64 bit Memory Type Unknown Form Factor DIMM 
Physical Memory
 Memory Bank BANK 2 Description Physical Memory 2 Device Locator ChannelB-DIMM0 Capacity 16.0 GB Speed 2667 Mhz Manufacturer Samsung Data Width 64 bit Memory Type Unknown Form Factor DIMM 
The BSOD codes differ every time it happens but since I reset my computer the last time I've only gotten this one so far:
 **On Mon** 11/30/2020 7:35:32 PM your computer crashed or a problem was reported crash dump file: C:\WINDOWS\MEMORY.DMP This was probably caused by the following module: hardware.sys (hardware) Bugcheck code: 0x3B (0xC0000005, 0xFFFFF800632C07EF, 0xFFFF958BE120ED80, 0x0) Error: SYSTEM_SERVICE_EXCEPTION Bug check description: This indicates that an exception happened while executing a routine that transitions from non-privileged code to privileged code. This appears to be a typical software driver bug and is not likely to be caused by a hardware problem. A third party driver was identified as the probable root cause of this system error. It is suggested you look for an update for the following driver: hardware.sys . Google query: hardware.sys SYSTEM_SERVICE_EXCEPTION 
Here's the dump file:
https://mega.nz/file/kQZ3QAIY#BZRvH2DthbDeySclgb27takd1Ibdz1ULopBZ-K5Qnpo
Any help would be greatly appreciated
E: It happened again.
On Tue 12/1/2020 12:16:08 AM your computer crashed or a problem was reported crash dump file: C:\WINDOWS\Minidump\120120-26500-01.dmp This was probably caused by the following module: ntoskrnl.exe (nt+0x3F5780) Bugcheck code: 0x3B (0xC000001D, 0xFFFFF80026646460, 0xFFFFB986DFEA6CA0, 0x0) Error: SYSTEM_SERVICE_EXCEPTION file path: C:\WINDOWS\system32\ntoskrnl.exe product: Microsoft® Windows® Operating System company: Microsoft Corporation description: NT Kernel & System Bug check description: This indicates that an exception happened while executing a routine that transitions from non-privileged code to privileged code. This appears to be a typical software driver bug and is not likely to be caused by a hardware problem. The crash took place in the Windows kernel. Possibly this problem is caused by another driver that cannot be identified at this time.
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2020.12.01 03:09 bbarker1992 Intermittent Slow Internet (ethernet) - Windows 10

Hi all,
Hope I'm posting this in the right thread.
I'm after some tech support, I've got my Lenovo t5 hooked up via ethernet and normally receive 310mb down, every now and again it drops to below 10mb, other devices are still managing to get about 280mb over Wi-Fi so I don't think it's a problem with my connection. I've checked every setting I can think of, I've made sure all network drivers are up to date, I have windows update set to disabled, there's 'Backblaze' running in the background, backing up my hard drive but this issue has been going on before that and disabling it affects the upload speed but not the download speed, so to me it's working as expected. I've checked using glasswire that there's not a connection taking up my bandwidth as far as I can tell. Can you offer any suggestions?
I've attached a few screenshots for reference, if there's any other info that could be useful to know please ask. Two of the screenshots are from the speedtest.net windows app, both taken 5 minutes apart with no settings changed. (I've tried doing speed tests through the browser as well with Ookla, google and fast.com and received the same results.
Hope someone can shed some light on what's going on here.
Thanks

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I've just noticed that it seems to be when I'm running fallout new vegas in the background, I've disabled any network access through windows firewall, although it's a purely offline game from what I can see and has never made any connections. Disabling access hasn't solved the problem. What could be causing an offline game to make my internet connection so bad?
Normal speeds
System properties
Glasswire Graphs page
Glasswire Usage page
Intermittent slow speeds
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2020.11.30 20:38 PossibleWorth9 Part 14 : The Final Battle

Characters : Byleth , Lysithea , Ferdinand , Linhardt , Caspar , Bernadetta , Dorothea , Petra , Felix , Ashe , Sylvain , Mercedes , Annette , Ingrid , Lorenz , Raphael , Ignatz , Marianne , Hilda and Leonie.
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Relationship :
The day before the Final, in evening.
Byleth and Lysithea see everyone before sleeping.
Ignatz and Marianne first
Ignatz : Oh. Your Highness. May I can help you ?
Byleth : No I just see what you gonna do after the final battle.
Marianne : I guess i return to the eastern church with Ignatz
Ignatz : My dream is paint the most beautiful pictures for us
Byleth : Ah yes. The day are we wed can you paint the picture to us ?
Ignatz : Of course. Not even you. Everyone !
Lysithea : That great Ignatz ! I wonder too see how you paint.
Ignatz : Well we go to sleep. Come on Marianne.
Marianne : Ok.
Lysithea : What next, Byleth ?
Byleth : Hum...
Raphael and Leonie arrive
Leonie : Hum ? Can't you sleep you two ?
Byleth : No, we just talk everyone before the final battle.
Raphael : The Final Battle
Lysithea : Have you a good time you too ?
Leonie : I repay my debt but Raphael and his family arrive and I pay the debt.
Raphael : My family house has been destroy in the war and why not to go Leonie house.
Leonie : Sheeh. Raphael. Well you two have a nice day.
Lysithea : We are working so hard for rebuilt Garreg Mach and United Fodlan. This is our goal.
Raphael : Yeah and we don't forget your wedding.
Leonie : We will come ! We didn't forget ! But for now let's get rest because tomorrow it's a Final Battle !
Lysithea : Take care of you two. Good night.
Raphael : See you tomorrow.
Byleth : Lysithea, Ashe and Mercedes is here.
Lysithea : All rights, let's go.
Byleth and Lysithea meet Ashe and Mercedes.
Ashe : Oh ! Your Majesty !
Byleth : We just talked to you.
Mercedes : Oh.
Ashe : Your majesty, remember we fight in Ailell ?
Byleth : Yes. I remember.
Lysithea : Why you no join the millennium festival ?
Ashe : It's because I cannot trust the church but when I meet you I thought I be dead.
Mercedes : Please Ashe, it's all the past.
Ashe : When you spare me. I'm completely surprised.
Byleth : You are my comrades. How I can kill you ? The professor cannot kill a student. It's too sad to kill a student.
Lysithea : But finally you join us to topple the empire.
Ashe : Yes after meeting you I change my goal.
Mercedes : By the way, we decided what we can do after this final battle. We will become the chief.
Lysithea : I see you cook is very good. Can you cook for us once we end this final battle ?
Mercedes : Of course.
Byleth : Now then, it's time for you to sleep.
Ashe : Good night you two. See you tomorrow.
Ashe and Mercedes leave
Byleth and Lysithea go to the library and they meet Linhardt and Bernadetta.
Lysithea : Hum ? Linhardt and Bernadetta.
Byleth : Hello you two.
Lysithea : Huh ? He is sleep.
Bernadetta : I would like to wake up, but he is often sleep !
Byleth : Linhardt... Bernadetta, once he awake, please tell him to sleep in his room.
Bernadetta : Ugh, I will be enough for this man ! Even he learn me and sleep !
Byleth : Bernadetta, what are you doing after a Final Battle ?
Bernadetta : Hum... Me and Linhardt going to fishing in the ocean.
Lysithea : Are you be okay you two ?
Bernadetta : Don't worry about us ! We did it many times ! In lake, river...
Lysithea : Hehehe...
Lysithea put her hand to Linhardt
Lysithea : Linhardt, you work so hard. Five years ago, I was such a child. I hated my crest and you wanted to know more about me. But now i changed and you are a amazing person. I will like to become like you but I side with Byleth. Thank you Linhardt, I hope we can meet again once I will become the queen.
Byleth : Bernadetta. See you tomorrow.
Bernadetta : Good night ! You majesty !
Lysithea : Bernadetta...
Bernadetta : Don't worry ! I take care of Linhardt !
Byleth and Lysithea leave the library.
They see Caspar and Petra trained.
Byleth : You two. You know it's late now.
Caspar : So what ? This is a final battle we prepared.
Petra : I told you it's going late.
Byleth : Petra, Brigid is safe ?
Petra : Of course, after the empire down, Brigid is now a peace. All is thanks to you.
Byleth : I was so happy for you country.
Lysithea : What are you doing after a Final Battle ?
Petra : I will succeed as a queen of Brigid and Caspar is become my guard.
Byleth : Caspar, Petra, are you ok with this ? Even your's father ?
Caspar : Don't worry, it's all the past.
Petra : We don't fight. Thanks you Professor, Caspar has a many change when we speak about us father.
Lysithea : I glad for you. But now it's time to rest you two, tomorrow it's a Final Battle.
Petra : Are you listening Caspar ? We need to rest and prepared for a Final Battle tomorrow.
Caspar : All rights...
Byleth : Good night you two. Petra, take care about Caspar.
Petra : Right you are.
Lysithea : Byleth, Sylvain and Ingrid here.
Byleth : Hey !
Byleth and Lysithea move too Sylvain and Ingrid.
Ingrid : Good evening you two. How you feel about tomorrow.
Byleth : I be a little scary.
Lysithea : Ingrid, don't worry ! I take care on my future husband.
Sylvain : Have you dating, you two ?
Byleth : Sylvain, we just talk about everyone before Final Battle.
Ingrid : I see, Byleth don't worry about Sylvain he have a many change when the war is begin.
Byleth : Oh ?
Ingrid : Sylvain is now close with me and I liked him much.
Lysithea : Ingrid, Listen. Five years ago, I thought Byleth is a strange guys who don't care anymore but when I see Byleth strength, he is really impressive and I started to like him. The moment when I fall, Byleth save me and I talked my past. I was wrong and he was listen. He promised me to take care about me and he finally make a promise. I was so happy.
Ingrid : I glad you can live a longest life without my crest, I am changed too. Glenn is the person I loved but he die in Duscur but when Sylvain take care of me, I was forgotten and he is like a Glenn I know.
Sylvain smile.
Ingrid : Now we are lover.
Byleth : You two can become a Great Couple but now let's prepare for the Final Battle.
Sylvain : Of course and we come to your wedding. It's promise.
Ingrid : Good night, your majesty and you two Lysithea.
Lysithea : Good night you two !
Sylvain and Ingrid leave a speak with laugh.
Lysithea : This two have be really changed !
Byleth : Yes. One day, they be very happy if we come to their wedding.
Lysithea : I want.
Byleth : Lysithea, here ! Lorenz and Hilda.
Byleth and Lysithea arrive in Bridge and meet Lorenz and Hilda.
Hilda : My, is that a lover couple here ?
Lysithea : Hilda... Please !
Lorenz : Well, the Final Battle is begin.
Byleth : Lorenz, why did you not return to Garreg Mach in the Millennium Festival day ?
Lorenz : It's a hard decision, my Father want me to stand in Imperial army and I cannot let my father like that.
Hilda : His father is really tyranny, he forced Lorenz to stay with the Empire.
Lorenz : When I meet you in Myrddin I was terrified but you save me.
Byleth : You are my students, Lorenz. A professor cannot kill students except who they went to live.
Lorenz : Yes, after you spared me I convinced my father to topple the empire. It's been a hard decision but I followed you after you take a bridge.
Hilda : Don't worry, he is completely changed when he join us. And I have a new for you two.
Lysithea : Yes ?
Lorenz : We get married too.
Lysithea : Wow. That's amazing !
Byleth : This is exactly I wanted for you two. We coming for you.
Lysithea : True, but now let's focus on the Final Battle.
Lorenz : That's right. I will give everything for you.
Hilda : Don't worry about us, we cannot die. We are a stronger partner. For Claude.
Lysithea : Claude. Yes. I sure you two can do it !
Hilda : Claude, you count on us. Me and Lorenz will protect the future of Fodlan. Watch us, ok ?
Lorenz : We sweat it, Claude ! Look at us !
Byleth : Time for you to sleep.
Lysithea : Good night ! You two !
Lorenz and Hilda leave.
Lysithea : I was wrong about Claude, I thought he is stupid to joke us. But when I heard he is die in Gronder Field I was surprised and I was completely shame.
Byleth : He do what he do. After all, Claude watching us.
Lysithea : Yes. Claude. If you can hear me, you can count on me. I will bring a wonderful Fódlan to you.
Byleth : Lysithea, look. Felix and Annette here.
Byleth and Lysithea move to Felix and Annette.
Annette is singing and Felix is sleeping.
Annette : May I can help you ?
Lysithea : Thanks you but we just need to see you before the final battle.
Annette : I understand. Lysithea, you know.
Lysithea : Yes ?
Annette : Remember you have learn with me ?
Lysithea : It's all the past, all I want is work hard and find how to remove my crest. When I have two crest I was completely frustrating.
Annette : I'm sorry but I really want to become a great wizard with you.
Lysithea : I know, after I speaking my past to Byleth I cannot give up even we finish this war and Byleth remove my crest. I was completely happy with him.
Annette : How are you now if you crest remove ?
Lysithea : Completely different.
Annette : I'm so glad. Lysithea, when you become a queen, would you help me to learn everything you have.
Lysithea : You bet. After my crest removing I am free so no problems.
Annette : Thank you, Lysithea !
Lysithea : How was Felix ?
Annette : He cannot change but don't worry he very trusted you and he is ready for the battle.
Byleth : Take care about Felix, Annette.
Annette : I will, after all we become a great partner and maybe... a couple.
Lysithea : Just like us.
Annette : Hehehe...
Byleth : Good night, Annette. See you tomorrow.
Byleth and Lysithea finally go to Ferdinand and Dorothea.
Byleth, Lysithea, Ferdinand and Dorothea sit on the table.
Dorothea : How about you two, Byleth and Lysithea ?
Lysithea : Very good, we need to speak everyone before the Final Battle.
Ferdinand : You Highness, I need to know. What the reason you choose Black Eagle five years ago ?
Byleth : It's during the thief. Edelgard, Dimitri and Claude is here and I need too protect them.
Dorothea : I see and why you choose Black Eagle ?
Byleth : I was looking Edelgard, she is a danger I must protect her but this moment I awake the power of God.
Lysithea : Sothis give you this power for Edelgard.
Byleth : I thought I am dead but Sothis save me and Edelgard. I was completely happy to survive this. After that Edelgard thank me for I save her.
Ferdinand : So that the reason you choose Black Eagle because her.
Byleth : Yes, but all is changed when we meet in the Holy Tomb.
Ferdinand : Yes, she take down my family and other house.
Dorothea : It's is unforgivable to betray us but it's more when she started a war.
Byleth : Agarthans are the responsible for Edelgard, Hubert and Jeritza. Mercedes younger brother, the Death Knight.
Dorothea : But we win this but.
Byleth : I was talked you all about Children of Goddess.
Ferdinand : That right, everyone is completely surprised.
Dorothea : Tomorrow it's should be the true final battle. Nemesis, the King of Liberation.
Byleth : The most stronger warrior in Fódlan but if we unite our strength, we can defeat him.
Lysithea : I would like everyone fight against Nemesis and stay alive after the final battle.
Ferdinand : Of course. You majesty, you have a wonderful team. You trained us, take care of us and change completely us. I should thank you for everything.
Dorothea : Tomorrow, we will give everything we got and stay alive after a Final Battle.
Byleth : Yes. Now it's time to sleep, good night you too.
Ferdinand : See you tomorrow, you majesty.
Ferdinand and Dorothea go back to their room.
Byleth and Lysithea say their last word.
Lysithea : Good night my love, I see you tomorrow.
Byleth : You too.
They kissed for the last time and return to their room.
The Final Battle day.
Gronder Field. Everyone is reunited, Sothis use her power to carry the Emerald Dragon to the Final Battle field.
The Emerald Dragon arrive in unknown field.
Felix : What the hell ?!
Bernadetta : Aaaaahh ! I fall !
Linhardt : Whoa ! Calm down !
Dorothea : What is this ?
Sothis : This is the space.
Byleth : The space ?
Sothis : We are above the earth.
Lysithea : The universe.
Hilda : I can't believe it we can't fall.
Lorenz : Hum. This field is not a normal field.
Sothis : Those who exit this field fall to the earth and die.
Everyone is shocked.
Byleth : That mean we should be careful !
Sothis : Nemesis arrived in 5 minutes. Prepare all your weapon and spell.
5 minutes pass.
Byleth : This is it ! The true final battle !
Lysithea : What's the plan, my love ?
Byleth : We will defeat Nemesis ! For a future of Fódlan !
Lysithea : I know you can say that !
Byleth : What about the rest of you ? Our enemy is a monster of legend. As always, there's not a shred of proof that we can win.
Lorenz : I am ready, as a member of House Gloucester I will win this Final Battle !
Hilda : Me too ! I'm not going to let him get away with it !
Felix : If the king falls here, that would mean my father's, brother's and Dimitri deaths were in vain.
Petra : I am carrying the future of Brigid. I will not be dying here ! I will be winning. For myself and everyone, I will be surviving !
Ashe : For Lonato, Christophe, everyone...I will not lose !
Leonie : I feel the same as Ashe. It would hardly be fitting for Captain Jeralt's apprentice to bow out now. I'll show them everything he taught me.
Sylvain : Well, if I were to die now, I'd have a lot to explain to my brother.
Caspar : We've been cutting our own path this whole way. There's no stopping until we reach the end ! I can't die, or all my great work so far will have been wasted !
Marianne : I…I will give it my all as well ! For Byleth, Lysithea and for all of you who helped make me as strong as I am now !
Dorothea : Don't worry about me, your Highness. I won't fall before I've found my happily ever after. Maybe when this war is over I can finally snag a good catch and settle down !
Linhardt : Somehow we're already here... I wonder if the peace we secure will allow me to research as much as I'd like. Let's end this for the future of Fódlan.
Mercedes : All will be OK. I know we can win !
Bernadetta : Your Highness ! Lysithea ! I'll do my best for both of you ! If I die here, it would be with shame and regret... Oh, I can't let that happen !
Raphael : I'm in too ! And when we're done, I'm gonna eat tons of steak to celebrate !
Ferdinand : Once the world is free and peaceful, I will lend my strength to both you and Lysithea. To that end, I will lead us all safely to victory ! My pride and duty as a noble demand no less ! As do my own principles !
Annette : I won't falter, no matter who we're facing !
Ingrid : For all those who have lost their lives in this war...We cannot lose !
Ignatz : This truly is the final battle… At this point, you shouldn't have to ask, your Majesty. You know we're with you.
Lysithea : Yes. Thank you everyone. Byleth. I am so grateful to side by you ! So what now ?
Byleth : Let's win this final battle ! Together !
Everyone : YEAH !!!
Sothis : All rights, everyone ! Here's we come !
Nemesis finally appeared.
Boss data Nemesis (Human form) : Same in Verdant Wind but maddening difficult stats with 10 elite. Level 60
10 elite data : Same in Verdant Wind, maddening difficult stats. Level 55.
Other enemy unit : Level 50
Music : God Shattering Star
Byleth : Go !
Everyone : Raaaaaahhhhh !
The begin battle is great, no Emerald Dragon take damage.
Byleth : Great beginning !
10 minutes later. Enemy unit is halved routed but Nemesis and 10 elite can't move.
Byleth : We should be careful with this guy ! We don't know what a moment they attack !
20 minutes later all enemy unit is routed. Only Nemesis and 10 elite rest a enemy.
The 10 elite begin to move.
Byleth : Everyone ! Each two characters face one elite !
The Emerald Dragon separate 10 of 2 character against 10 elite.
10 minutes pass. All 10 elite is defeated.
Byleth : Very good ! Only Nemesis left !
Emerald dragon against Nemesis.
Byleth : This is the legendary battle, it's been a thousand years Nemesis fight against Seiros and now here we are !
The fight is pretty insane, Nemesis attack one by one with rage but all Byleth unit dodge and counter attack Nemesis. Nemesis is close to defeat.
Everyone : Majesty !
Byleth : It's over ! Raaaaaahhhhh !
Byleth finish Nemesis a take down.
Everyone : Yeah !
Lysithea : We did it !
Byleth : Yes.
Sothis : Sorry, everyone. I think this isn't over.
Byleth : What ?!
Everyone is shocked.
Sothis : This is just the beginning.
An earthquake is triggered.
Annette : Aaaahhh !
Felix : Annette ! I got you !
Bernadetta : Someone help !
Linhardt : I'm here !
Hilda : What happening ?!
Byleth : Hang in there, Lysithea !
Lysithea : Byleth !
Sothis : It's seems he transform a Demonic Beast.
Ingrid : Demonic Beast ?!
Sylvain : Just like my brother ?!
Byleth : No way !
Nemesis transforms into a gigantic beast.
Nemesis (Dragon form) : Grrrrooooaaaaaa !
Bernadetta : Aaaahhh !!
Raphael : Whoa !!
Felix : Grrrr !
Lysithea : No way !
Caspar : It's... It's huge !
Byleth : He just like... a immaculate one !
Nemesis (Dragon form) : Grrrrooooaaaaaa !!
The Emerald Dragon vs Nemesis (Dragon form)
Music : Worthy Guardian (Tales of Graces f)
Byleth : How can this be ?
Emerald Dragon attack Nemesis (Dragon form) but not work.
Byleth : What the ?!
Lysithea : Not a single scratch ?
Nemesis (Dragon form) data :
Felix : Dammit ! No working !
Annette : How ?!
Lorenz : It's that the end ?
Sothis : ...
10 minutes later
Nemesis (Dragon form) use roar to push back Emerald Dragon team and use Hoarfrost to Byleth and Lysithea.
Byleth and Lysithea : Aaaaaaaahhhhh !!
Byleth and Lysithea is down.
Ferdinand : MAJESTY !!!
Annette : NOOOOO !!
Felix : ARGH ! GAAAAHHH !!
Hilda : LYSITHEA ! MAJESTY ! NOOO !
Caspar : DAMMIT !!!
Raphael : UUUUUAAAAA !!
Dorothea : That can't be ! No ! NOOOO !
Sothis : ...
Sothis walks over to Byleth and Lysithea.
Sothis : You two... Please. Give up...
Sothis begin too use her power.
She begins to shine in all light.
Nemesis (Dragon form) : Gaaaaaaa ?!
Leonie : What is .... This light ?!
Byleth and Lysithea wake up but...
Byleth : Where am I ?
Byleth see Lysithea.
Byleth : Lysithea !!
Lysithea : Ugh...
Lysithea wake up.
Lysithea : Where are we ?
Byleth : I don't know...
Lysithea shocked.
Lysithea : Byleth ! I remember the Nemesis !
Byleth : Yes.
??? : It's been a long time, Byleth.
Byleth : Huh ?
A shadow appeared.
??? : Are you wake up you two ?
Lysithea : That voice.
Shadows finally appeared.
Byleth : You are... !
Lysithea : Edelgard !
Byleth : Dimitri !
Lysithea : Claude !
Byleth : Rhea !
Lysithea : Hubert ! Dedue !
Byleth : And... ! Father ! Mother !
Sitri : It's been a long time. My children.
Byleth : Mother...
Lysithea : ...
Hubert : Are you awake ?
Dedue : Such a weird to meet this place.
Jeralt : You fight well my son but not enough.
Byleth : We are...
Lysithea : Dead ?
Sothis : No.
Byleth : Sothis !
Sothis : Happy to see all this person ? And you two isn't dead.
Byleth : What ?!
Lysithea : How ?
Sothis : Listen, you need to listen their and your friends.
Jeralt : You must live Byleth. It's time to wake up.
Byleth : ...
Sitri : I was so happy to see you to grow and this is you wife ?
Lysithea : Eum... Yes. Nice to meet you.
Sitri : How beautiful ! I can believe your find your wife, my children !
Byleth : ...
Jeralt : Now them... It's seems Nemesis is fighting against your friends right ?
Byleth : That right !
Claude : Then you should go back, your friends is waiting you two.
Lysithea : Claude... I...
Claude : What is it ?
Lysithea : I'm sorry to leave your team...
Claude : It's ok, Lysithea. After all, other Golden Deer is leave my team for the same reason right ? I know you end this war, teach.
Byleth : Claude...
Dimitri : Professor, don't worry about us.
Byleth : Dimitri...
Dimitri : I know the day I die because I am so crazy to kill Edelgard but you did it for me. I should thank to you.
Byleth : ...
Dimitri : The Blue Lions have a reason to leave my team and join you. You have a amazing team.
Byleth : Yeah... Your...
Lysithea turn out to Edelgard.
Lysithea : Edelgard...
Edelgard : It's all rights, Lysithea. After all I cannot live any longer but you are saved by the professor. Now your friends waiting for you.
Lysithea : But we can do in the same path... I..
Edelgard : I cut my own path and you path is totally opposed to me, right ?
Lysithea : ...
Rhea : No need to worry, your two. Edelgard and I can't fight again. But your mission isn't finished.
Sothis : Byleth. Lysithea. Please listen your friends.
The light appeared.
Ferdinand : I won't let Byleth and Lysithea ! No like this !
Linhardt : I only can sleep after this final battle ! Wake up you two ! Like me !
Caspar : You cannot die ! If you die, this is the end of the world !
Bernadetta : NOOO ! I cannot believe it ! It's too shame too die like this ! That can't be happen !
Dorothea : You cannot die ! I promise you to stay alive after the final battle !
Petra : Your dream is not over ! There is so many world you can see !
Felix : What the hell are you doing ?! Can you die so easily just like my Father and my Brother ? Wake up !
Ashe : I don't want you die ! I want you make in house ! Please, you spared me ! Please wake up !
Sylvain : That can't be end ! I know you are alive ! Wake up you two !
Mercedes : Dear Goddess ! Please make Byleth and Lysithea alive ! I beg you !
Annette : Lysithea ! Byleth ! Please wake up ! We have so much to do with you ! Please !
Ingrid : You majesty... You cannot die like this, we promise to stay all alive so please, wake up. I don't want you do like Glenn.
Lorenz : You have spared me, I was happy. So we don't let you die like this ! Wake up you two ! This battle isn't over !
Raphael : I'm sorry I can't protect you two. But I know you are alive. Argh ! I cannot fight any longer !
Ignatz : I was very changed when you are here ! So I won't give up ! Same of you ! Please wake up you two !
Marianne : Goddess, please wake up Byleth and Lysithea, please make up all alive after this battle ! I beg of you !
Hilda : Byleth ! Lysithea ! Wake up ! I hate let people die like that ! No, I won't like this ! Wake up ! Please !
Leonie : No ! Never Byleth and Lysithea die like this ! Jeralt is going to be mad at me ! Please get up ! I promise you to protect you two !
The lights go off
Sothis : Did you hear that ?
Byleth and Lysithea : ...
Edelgard : Go.
Dimitri : I know you can win.
Claude : Don't worry about us.
Byleth and Lysithea : Everyone.
The rest of Church of Seiros and Ashen Wolves is here and nods.
Byleth and Lysithea : ...
Byleth : Yes.
Lysithea : We not dead, we are alive !
Sothis : Well them, it's time to sacrifice my life to create the shield of the creator.
Sothis use her power to sacrifice her life to create a shield of creator to Byleth and "last age" magic to Lysithea.
Sothis : Now go, your friends waiting you.
Byleth and Lysithea : ...
The light disappeared in the battlefield.
Everyone is shocked.
Byleth and Lysithea : Ugh...
Annette : Byleth ! Lysithea !
Byleth and Lysithea is shocked.
Hilda : They... They alive !
Caspar : Yeah !
Marianne : Thanks goodness !
Byleth and Lysithea smile.
Byleth : Are you alright, Lysithea ?
Lysithea : Yes. It's all thank to Sothis.
Everyone is reunited.
Byleth : Sorry about this.
Felix : Enough talk. For now let's defeat this creatures Nemesis.
Byleth : We can do it !
The Final Battle Emerald Dragon vs Nemesis (Dragon form) begin now.
Byleth attack Nemesis.
Nemesis is take damage.
Nemesis (Dragon form) : Gaaaaaaa ?!
Lysithea : It's work !
Byleth : So, this is last power of Sothis. Everyone ready for this true final battle ?
Everyone : Yeah !
Nemesis (Dragon form) data :
Music : End of All : Below (Fire Emblem Fates : Revelation)
Everyone Attack
Marianne : For Byleth, Lysithea and everyone ! I will fight everything I got ! Yaaaaa !
Ignatz : For Byleth, I will protect the future of Fódlan !
Mercedes : Goddess ! Please defeat this Nemesis and save the world !
Ashe : For Lonato, Yuri and everyone I cannot die yet !
Bernadetta : I give everything I got ! I won't stay my room ! I am the warrior and I will defeat you !
Linhardt : I cannot sleep when this battle is not over ! I will give everything i got !
Leonie : For Jeralt ! For Byleth ! I show you my ultimate attack !
Raphael : After saving my sister I promise to stay alive ! I will show you my beast scream ! ROAR !
Ingrid : I choose a path who I will live ! With Byleth and everyone. I won't die and I will live !
Sylvain : I am not a guy five years ago. I am a warrior and I take you by my force !
Petra : For Brigid and Fódlan, I will win this battle and make home !
Caspar : I have a many friends with me ! I show you my ultimate attack ! Raaaaaahhhhh !
Hilda : We will stay alive after this battle and so do I ! I will win this battle for my life and Fódlan !
Lorenz : I am Lorenz Hellman Gloucester. The legendary warrior of Fódlan. I will defeat you for the future of Fódlan !
Annette : I promise to make Byleth and Lysithea alive ! You cannot tough them even my life ! I will Byleth and Lysithea become a Leader of Fódlan ! Yaaaaa !
Felix : I will cut you everything you have ! I trained so hard in five years ! And now I coming to defeat you !
Dorothea : I will make Byleth and Lysithea and longest life and so do I ! I changed for five years and now I will protect the future of Fódlan !
Ferdinand : For many years Fódlan is ravaged but Imperial army and those who sliter in the dark. But now Fódlan will be free and peace by defeat you !
Lysithea : I want to live longer ! Byleth save me my life and Sothis give me a power to the future of Fódlan ! Nemesis, you life come end here ! We will win !
Nemesis take a seriously damage.
Everyone : Majesty !
Lysithea : Byleth !
Byleth : Raaaaaahhhhh !
Byleth raises his sword upwards and charges his power to the max.
Everyone : Goooooooo !!!!!
Byleth : Yaaaaa !!!
Nemesis (Dragon form) is finally defeated.
Everyone is exhausted.
Byleth : It's is over ?
Nemesis (Dragon form) is vanished in dark.
Caspar : We did it... WE DID IT !
Everyone : Yeah ! Hurray !
Marianne : Thank goddess !
Annette : We did it ! Snif
Felix : Hehehe.
Raphael : Roar !
Ingrid : Hehehe
Ignatz : I can't believe it ! We won !
Hilda : That's wonderful !
Lorenz : Unbelievable.
Leonie : Yeah !!
Sylvain : Hahaha !
Dorothea : Snif It's over !
Ferdinand : Hehe.
Everyone is smiling.
Lysithea : We did Byleth !
Byleth : Yeah.
Ashe : No more enemy in Fódlan.
Linhardt : Yes. Fódlan is a peace.
Everyone nods and smiles.
Lysithea : Everyone, let's go back to the home.
Everyone nods.
Annette : Hey ? Where is Sothis ?
Byleth and Lysithea : ...
Byleth : She sacrifice to revive us and defeat Nemesis.
Annette : Oh...
Everyone is depressed.
Lysithea : We can go back home.
Everyone shocked
Lysithea : Last Ages.
Byleth : ...
Lysithea : It's a spell who can come back the time but it's only worked a building.
Annette : Are you using this ?
Lysithea : I have no choice. Everyone, hold your hand.
Emerald Dragon hold them hand and Lysithea begin Last Ages.
The light begin too shrine.
In Fódlan all destroy building is become like 6 year ago.
Garreg Mach is become like 6 year ago. It's completely rebuilding.
Last Ages is finished.
Emerald dragon are in the plain.
Dorothea : Were are we ?
Linhardt : We're in the Gronder Field.
Annette : Look ! The Garreg Mach !
Everyone look the Garreg Mach
Leonie : Yeah ! Garreg Mach is like rebuilding !
Everyone is happy.
Lysithea is smiling.
Lysithea : Sothis. Thank you !
Linhardt : Well, it's time now to sleep.
Caspar : What, don't tell me you're already tired !
Everyone laugh
Byleth : Father, Mother. Fódlan is now a peace.
The Emerald Dragon have finally defeated Nemesis and bring Fódlan a peace.
Next day. In Gronder Field, everyone is reunited.
Lysithea : You are here !
Everyone is happy to Byleth.
Byleth is smiling.
Byleth : As a long time Fódlan is ravaged by way. Not only the Empire, but the Nemesis too.
Lysithea nods.
Everyone getting close put their hand above the others.
Lysithea : It's for you. My love.
Byleth : Are you ready ?
Everyone nods
Everyone : WE ARE THE EMERALD DRAGON !!!
End of part 14.
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Theo watched as the ground rushed by under him. His sides hurt. Maraz wasn’t being… careful, exactly. The opposite of that, in fact.
Stone tiles flew under Theo’s view, shifting in pattern as they traveled to the Merchant Guild’s district. The Guild’s building rose up in his sight before the sudden force of Maraz stopping jerked him forward.
Maraz turned Theo perpendicular to the ground once more and set him on his feet. “We’re here.”
The world wavered under Theo’s feet for a moment as he reoriented himself. He shook his head, and moments later Tirr swooped down from the sky and landed on him, coiling around him to perch.
“You don’t say,” Theo said, shooting a glare at the man.
“Squishing is still an option,” Maraz threatened, raising a fist. But he wasn’t even looking at Theo. He strode ahead, toward the Guild.
Theo glanced around. People were staring. His face heated, so he picked up his own pace and hurried after Maraz, cursing the man under his breath.
“Gosh darn strong people carrying me…” Theo grumbled as he walked through the ornate stone entryway of the Merchant’s Guild. He stopped in the entryway, realizing he’d already lost Maraz in a sea of people. Each person hurried from one place to another, carrying some form or calling for another.
Theo stood on his tip-toes, trying to see over the heads of the crowd. Through a fulvitre, he spotted Maraz, warped by the glass body.
Picking up speed, Theo apologized his way through the hustle and bustle. The Guild hadn’t been nearly this busy the last time he came here. Most of the people here did look dressed for work, however. Was this whole Relicor situation truly this involved?
At last, Theo made it to the far side of the room, rubbing at his arm where he’d accidentally bumped into another fulvitre.
Maraz stood next to a doorway, tapping a foot. “Right through here, Theo.”
“Thanks for waiting for me,” Theo said, following the man through. The moment he passed the threshold, all of the chatter and ambient noise disappeared. Looking back at the doorway, mana leaked into his eyes. Runes sprung up on the doorway.
“Air runes to cancel noise?” Theo asked, turning to Maraz.
The man nodded. “We spare no expense for privacy. This is our business dealings room. Or, the room you’ll speak to the Terrents in for today.” Maraz swept a hand across the room and pointed toward a seat. “Have a seat, I’ll retrieve them.” With that, he left through another doorway, leaving Theo alone in the room.
Theo finally took in the space around him - the runes had distracted him. Large, plush seating adorned the room. The kind where one could sink in and never want to leave. An artisanal rug covered the otherwise polished marble floor.
Both were definitely imported, considering that the rug looked fulvitre-made, with its intricate patterning that only needlelike glass hands could accomplish. And the white marble certainly wasn’t native to Romuen’s mountain, as far as he knew.
With as much care as he could, Theo took the seat Maraz offered. Tirr purred happily as he settled into the seat as well.
A part of Theo was worried about letting Tirr sit in the seat, so he pulled the zilant’s upper half into his lap.
Scratching under Tirr’s chin, Theo waited, never taking his eyes off the door Maraz had left from.
While they were probably minutes, it felt like hours. Just when he was about to stand up, Maraz strode through the doorway once more.
Elouise followed, with Girial, Willum, and Kennard in tow. She turned, looking at Theo, her eyes glistening. “Theo?”
Theo stood, unsure of what to say. Tirr made an unhappy noise as he plopped into the seat. “Elouise, I’m sorry I-”
The mother pulled him into a hug. “Sorry? What do you have to be sorry for?”
Tears threatened Theo’s eyes now. He paused for a moment, but wrapped his arms around Elouise. “A-All the trouble with Relicor. I shouldn’t have gone into the forest, I just-”
Holding him at an arms-length, Elouise stared Theo in the eyes. “Now, we offered that to you. I won’t allow you to take blame for our offer, okay?”
“But I-”
“No buts,” Elouise said, shaking her head. “Besides, we’re free from Relicor now, thanks to you.”
Kennard placed a hand on Theo’s shoulder. There was hope in his smile. “She’s right, you know. We’ve been working for Relicor ever since Girial was born. Needed the money.” He frowned. “Didn’t realize how long paying him back would take.”
“That,” Maraz said, pointing a finger, “is because he was exploiting you all. Romuen’s laws are usually quite ironclad when it comes to indentured servitude. Relicor found that he simply had to keep others charging you too much. Or, guards charging you for entry into a city you’re a citizen in.”
That’s the reason we could never pay him back?” Kennard asked, clenching a fist. “It seemed every month we could only chip away a silver or two toward what he loaned us. There was just never enough money.”
“I can’t- that’s not right,” Theo said, anger toward Pelles Relicor igniting in himself.
“If it’s not too much to ask,” Maraz interjected, gesturing toward the arranged seats. “I am on a rather tight schedule.”
Kennard stared at Maraz, but the fire in his eyes died down. “...Right.” He took Elouise’s hand, and they dropped down on the couch. Their sons moved to follow, but stopped in their place, staring at Theo’s seat.
“What is it Gir-” Elouse stopped, staring at Tirr in the seat. “It’s you!”
Tirr stared back at Elouise, shifting to a bright yellow. “Little bastard!” he called out in Elouise’s voice, diving into her.
“You know Tirr?” Theo asked, laughing at the name Tirr used.
“We do,” Kennard said, scratching Tirr’s head. “Little bastard… seems he learned from someone.” He eyed Elouise, who blushed.
“He was always trying to nab ingredients from our bags,” Elouise said, running her fingers along Tirr’s plume. “I took to calling him ‘little bastard’ - playfully! Don’t repeat those words.” She eyed her sons. “We always left something, every visit. His name is Tirr now, then?”
“He… appeared in my shop one day,” Theo said, nodding. “He was eating my gallarant seeds.”
“Must’ve needed to mooch off of someone else once Relicor stopped letting us go to the forest,” Kennard said. “Gluttonous little thing.”
Tirr moved off of their laps, wrapping around Theo once more.
“Seems he’s taken a liking to you, though,” Elouise said, chuckling. “He never did that with us.”
Theo smiled at the zilant, stroking him. “Oh well I-”
“Momma, can we play with him?” Girial asked, tugging on Elouise’s shirt.
Elouise looked at Theo. “Your call. Seems he’s yours now. Traitorous little thing.”
“I’m okay with it if Tirr is,” Theo said, pulling the zilant off from around him. “Are you okay playing with Girial and Willum over there while I talk with your friends, Tirr?”
The zilant stared at the kids, his yellow colors brightening once again. “Shit!” he said, in Girial’s voice this time. He flapped down from Theo’s arms, landing in front of the boys.
Elouise gasped. She gave Girial the stare. “We’ll talk to you later about that kind of language.”
“...Yes, momma,” Girial said, staring at the floor.
“Now, go play with the little bas- Tirr,” Elouise said, shooing them.
The boys nodded, Willum following Girial as they moved across the room with Tirr.
Theo smiled at them, realizing where Girial’s mouth had come from, clearly. He did shiver at Elouise’s mom-stare, though. It was too familiar.
“I’m sorry about that, Theo,” Elouise said, frowning at her sons. “I suppose I should watch my mouth more around those boys.”
“This is all nice and sappy,” Maraz interjected, “but I believe we should move on with our discussion.”
“Oh, right,” Theo said, swallowing. “Elouise, Kennard? Would you be willing to tell Maraz what you know about Pelles Relicor?”
Kennard squeezed Elouise’s hand, and sat up straighter. He glanced at his sons, and refocused on Theo and Maraz. “Back when we had Girial, there were… complications with his birth. A healer had to be called. A high tier one.”
Theo nodded, leaning in.
“When all was said and done, we couldn’t afford all of the services,” Kennard said, his hand clenching on his knee. “We were approached by Relicor’s assistants later with an offer. The healer we saw bought potions from him, and the reimbursement came up in conversation between them.”
“And you took it,” Theo said, watching Kennard and Elouise nod.
“We did,” Elouise said, her eyes growing misty. “At the time it seemed like we’d work for Relicor for two years or so to pay off the debt. By the time two years passed, we’d barely made a dent in our loan. It seemed that life kept throwing us hardships that drained our funds.”
“We thought we were cursed,” Kennard said, pulling Elouise closer to him. “It was always something. Sometimes, we suspected… but it always seemed disconnected from Relicor. The guards at the gate? Why would we connect that to him?” He shrugged, his face set. “We just thought they were being greedy. It’s a good thing we didn’t have our money pouches, I suppose, or we wouldn’t have met you, Theo.”
Theo smiled at them.
“Other things would drain us too,” Elouise said, bunching up her tunic in her hands. “We’d buy groceries for the week, and prices would be just a bit higher than we thought on some items we needed.”
“It seemed like every time we thought we’d be ahead on those loans, something else took our money again,” Kennard said, shaking his head. “Eventually, though, we’d worked for Relicor for so long, and we had Willum, that he let us stay on his estates in the city. That… proved worse for us.”
“How so?” Maraz asked, scribbling down notes.
“The area he lives in… it’s not nearly as affordable,” Kennard said, looking at Elouise. “We had to walk even farther, out of the inner ring, just to buy essentials. We tried buying them from Relicor once, but we could tell he was overcharging us so we only did it once.”
“That’s when he decided to trust us with gathering in his family’s private forest, though,” Elouise said, clasping her hands. “We’d only been going to that forest instead of gathering in the mountains for a few months before meeting Theo.”
“It seems Relicor only wanted trusted individuals in there,” Maraz said, jotting more notes down. “Am I correct in assuming that?”
“He normally waits at least ten years, as far as we could tell,” Kennard said, nodding. “But the family that gathered there before us… had an accident, after an altercation with Relicor. We were the oldest replacements.”
“We always knew Relicor was a snake, even if he acted kind to us,” Elouise said, sneering. “He even brought gifts for Girial and Willum at times. We… didn’t expect that he was keeping us so far in debt, though. We just thought he was happy to take advantage of our misfortune.”
“Those gifts could have had tracking enchantments on them so he could keep an eye on you,” Maraz said, pulling out a second piece of paper. He hadn’t even written on the other side. How wasteful.
“I suspect what Maraz said is true, unfortunately,” Theo added, the corners of his lips tugging down. “W-What happened when he found out you’d let me into the forest?”
Kennard’s hands clenched again. His lips set in a firm line. “Things got… worse. We were moved. Given only the essentials he had to supply. A cot, five inches of hay for padding. Food, but most of it was stale or near-rotten. Nothing that was breaking the laws, just… close.”
“That’s horrib-” Theo started.
“Except for the lighting clause,” Maraz said, smirking. “Two lamps required. He only gave you one.”
“Thank the gods that the Guild found that out,” Elouise said, placing a hand over her heart.
“Is there anything else you know about that the Relicor family is hiding?” Maraz asked, preparing his quill again.
Kennard glanced to his sides, as if someone were listening in. “They were always private… but, our sons were playing near the main house one day, and they overheard Pelles and his father.” He paused.
Maraz waved his hand. “Go on.”
Kennard looked at Elouise. She nodded. “There may be a second hidden area in the-”
Holding out the note paper, Maraz stopped Kennard. “If I may, write that information down instead. I’d rather not have my… temporary associate know about it.” He looked at Theo.
Theo frowned at him. “It’s not like I’d-”
“Like you didn’t with the forest?” Maraz raised a brow.
“About the forest, Mr. Ruvenan,” Elouise started. “We’d-”
Maraz held up a hand. “Say no more, Mrs. Terrent. I won’t make you or Mr. Terrent here enter it again. The Guild already informed me of your reservations. We have your housing and temporary employment set up already. Theo will be leading me to the forest. And please, call me Maraz.” He shared a much friendlier smile to them than he’d ever given Theo.
“Here’s your information, Maraz,” Kennard said, handing the paper back to the man.
Maraz’s eyes scanned over the paper for a moment. His brows rose. “Interesting…”
Theo tried to sneak a peek, out of indignation more than anything else, but received a smack over the head with the wood writing surface for the paper instead.
“Relicor likely had the enchantments on the forest changed, unfortunately,” Elouise said, drumming her fingers on her knee. “The path we taught Theo shouldn’t have changed, but he supplied us a new brooch-key every month. I suspect he may have changed it sooner this time.”
“I’ve bought a high-tier Phrenic-defense enchantment,” Maraz said, pulling up a gem attached to a chain necklace. Enchantments shone brightly to Theo’s eyes.
How many enchanted items did this man own? He was just showing off at this point.
Once his envy settled down, Theo had to accept the practicality of it.
“Now, I don’t mean to interrupt this reunion, but we have an attendant waiting to bring you all to your new home,” Maraz said, standing up. “And I have a forest to visit.”
“O-Of course,” Elouise said, standing up and smoothing out her tunic. “It was nice to meet you Mr. Ruv- Maraz.” She held out a hand. “Thank you for taking part in helping us out of that situation.”
Theo’s stomach curled into knots. The deception of it all. Maraz was- well, he had done a good thing. Just, there were motives behind the good thing. He bit his tongue.
“It was my pleasure, Mrs. Terrent, Mr. Terrent,” Maraz said, nodding to them. He shook their hands.
“Thank you,” Kennard muttered, turning to his sons. “Girial, Willum, time to go.”
Both of them looked up. Tirr was trying to lift Willum into the air.
“Nice day!” Tirr chirped, flying back to Theo and letting Willum drop to the ground from his half-lifted position. Girial caught his little brother before anything could be damaged, fortunately.
“Oh dear, I’m sorry, Willum!” Theo said, bowing slightly. “Thank you, Girial.”
“Um, no problem, Mr. Theo,” Girial said, returning the bow.
Willum waved, before ducking behind his brother, and they returned to their parents.
“We’ll see you again soon, Theo!” Elouise called out as an attendant led them away.
“Thank you again, Theo,” Kennard said, waving to him.
Theo colored at the attention, but turned to Maraz as the man laid a hand on him.
“It’s time for us to go.”
“R-Right,” Theo said, swallowing.
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The walk to the forest itself proved uneventful. No guard dared pester Maraz, and the crowds readily moved out of his way.
Maraz turned to Theo. “This is where you began walking in?”
Theo pulled out the slip of parchment he’d originally written the instructions on. He nodded. “It is. We just need to go-”
“You had these instructions on parchment this whole time?” Maraz asked, reaching for it. “I thought it was a special path that couldn’t be written down or something. I could have just-”
Slapping the man’s hand, Theo held the paper out of reach as best as he could. “I’m here so you can’t just take this spot for the Guild.”
Maraz chuckled. “And you could stop me?”
“Well, no, probably not,” Theo said, moving the paper as Maraz reached for it again. “But I can still feel important, can’t I?”
Sighing, Maraz ran a hand through his hair. “It’s always something, isn’t it? Romuen’s main government has already reclaimed his land. The Merchant’s Guild is just facilitating the taxation of gathering from this spot from now on and overseeing it so that it won’t be over-farmed and depleted of natural resources.”
“That’s… surprisingly appropriate,” Theo said, looking back at this paper. “Well, let’s go then, shall we?”
“Please,” Maraz said through gritted teeth.
While Theo didn’t trust for one second that the Merchant’s Guild wouldn’t do their best to monetize this forest in their favor, he hoped the part about not over-farming it was true. Rarer ingredients might become cheaper this way, a boon for him. Though, he still hadn’t had a chance to use the ingredients he’d gathered before.
Something to move up on the to-do list, he mentally noted.
“You have that Phrenic-defense enchantment, right?” Theo asked, stepping toward the forest line.
“Yes, why?” Maraz asked, falling in step next to Theo.
“You’re going to need to activate it now, I’m pretty sure this enchantment affects this entire section of forest,” Theo said, staring at where he knew the pendant to be on Maraz’s chest.
“Gods, it’s that powerful?” Maraz said, his eyes widening. He pulled the pendant out. “Mental Shield.”
The sensation of a veil falling over Theo’s mind was immediate. He wasn’t impressed, though.“...That is an incredibly boring enchantment name.”
Maraz shrugged. “It’s functional.”
“Is that a tier 6 dungeon gem in that pendant?” Theo asked, staring at the gleaming blue gemstone.
“Yes, and it was very expensive,” Maraz said, grinning.
Theo sighed. “Let’s just get going.”
As they walked, Theo let Tirr flit from tree to tree. The zilant seemed overjoyed to be back in his original home. A small part of Theo worried that Tirr wouldn’t want to come back to Romuen with him. Those fears proved false, he hoped, when Tirr would fly back to him and yell “Nice day” once again.
A problem arose, however, when they were halfway to their destination. The gem in Maraz’s pendant began to glow brighter and brighter, and the veil on their minds grew weaker and weaker.
And then, with a final flash of light, the gem shattered.
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2020.11.30 13:48 TELMxWILSON Huuuuge week for Drum & Bass! We gathered over 110 new releases for your listening pleasure this week. Enjoy the music :) [+weekly updated Spotify playlist] New Music Monday! (Week 48)

 
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Retroactive Spotify Playlist (1-4week old tracks) **H2L: Retroactive New DnB
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Picks Of The Week (by u/lefuniname)

1. Sound In Noise - Shapes LP [RAM Records]

Recommended if you like: Smooth, North Base, Mind Vortex
Let's start with one of the most underrated Dancefloor producers and especially DJs around: Sound In Noise.
Even though the Estonian DnB legend only started releasing as Sound In Noise around 2016, he is not a new name to the scene at all. Releases under his previous alias S.I.N date way back to 2002, his first one being an entry in the Spy Technologies compilation on the british label DSCI4. Around 2004 he and his friend Eero Mander also started the biggest DnB event series Estonia had seen during its runtime of 15 years: Sin City in Tartu. With appearances by London Elektricity, Loadstar, Lenzman and a ton of other artists that don't start with L, it wouldn't be exaggerated to say they hosted the whole European DnB scene over the years. In 2016 he rebranded himself as Sound In Noise with his first splash being his banger of a remix for TC's Have You. Very shortly after this first release he gained the attention of Andy C's RAM Records. One release on their RAM Annual 2017 compilation later and he was signed exclusively on the legendary label.
Three years later and Sound In Noise released the first of three album snippet EPs of his debut album Shapes. With each of these three to four track preview EPs the Estonian producer showed us again and again just how diverse his sound is. That's actually also what the Shapes name alludes to: the different styles and shapes that drum and bass can take and that SIN likes to play, namely Dancefloor, Neuro and Jungle.
Since most of the tracks of this massive 15-track LP were already released months ago, I will mostly focus on the newly added ones, except for one.
The first track I want to talk about is the titular Shapes, a collaboration with the Estonian vocalist Marie Vaigla. Her vocals don't just sound haunting, the lyrics actually contribute a lot to that sound too. They're based on a painting by the Estonian artist Anu Muiste called "The Change". You don't even have to look it up to see what it looks like, because that artwork is also the album cover! The artwork and thus also the lyrics' central theme are dark thoughts and times people are going through. Perfectly timed I suppose. Beside all that, it is also a great "dark" dancefloor banger of a track.
From the darker side we move on to the more hopeful shape dancefloor can take. In Nights Like These Sound In Noise shows us how well he can execute the uplifting style of DnB. The lyrics performed by Daniel Levi Viinaless, another Estonian vocalist, talk about escaping sad thoughts by remembering the better times. The better nights. Nights in which we can finally be ourselves. In normal circumstances I would praise the catchy melodies and production, but in these times its the lyrics that resonate with me the most. Man, what I would give for another Night Like These.
Okay okay, soppy time is over for now. Let's get to a straight-up banger: Touch is one of the many tunes on the album that would absolutely destroy a dancefloor. A simple melodic loop throughout most of the track that is broken up and repurposed in multiple different ways throughout gives the song a stable base around which it can cause mayhem without seeming all over the place. And oh, what a mayhem it is. So many elements of the drop take different shapes throughout that it never gets boring.
Getting to the last one for now. It's not a new one, but one I wish I could've talked about before, so I'll just do it now. I'm talkin about the wonderful Space Cadet. The combination of one of the catchiest, most uplifting melodies ever and Jon Hazel's, yet another Estonian vocalist, incredible vocals just cannot be beaten. I especially love the call-and-response between Jon's "Past the satellite" (etc.) and the drop's main melody. Gets me every time. This beautiful piece of music was honestly one of my favorite tracks of 2019 and it's probably still in my top 20 of all time.
But it's not just these four tracks. For your in-your-face dancefloor needs Sound In Noise provides you with a whole lot of options, namely Expert Killa, Magicman, Believe In Monsters, Yo, 13 and Give It All. If you are more about that fun uplifting sound there's Sugar Rush and Deep Inside, if you just want a whole lot of breaks and jungle influences you got Cowards, One By One and Duppy Bass.
All in all, a superb dancefloor album!
Other dancefloor things this week: - Millbrook, Eviya - Echoes (<3) - Toronto Is Broken, Sebotage - Gunfingers - Stonebank - Scared - Flowidus, Lee Mvtthews - Reason - Phibes - Got To See Her VIP (jump up but close enough)

2. Operate, Rizzle - Azure EP [Overview]

Recommended if you like: Alix Perez, Invadhertz, Visages
Overview does it again!
After countless of incredible releases in 2020, including but not limited to EPs from Klinical, GROUND, Waeys and Skylark, it is time for yet another banger of an EP on the UK-based independent deep drum and bass powerhouse. Seriously, Overview's quality levels have been so consistently high this year it's almost too obvious to include them here. But I'll still do it, I don't care.
This time they got the dynamic Bournemouthian duo Operate and Rizzle together for Overview's first group project EP in 2020: the Azure EP! Rizzle seems to be a big fan of blue because whenever Rizzle is involved, Overview lays off their tried-and-true moody artwork colour palette of Black, White and Purple and drizzles the EP covers with some sweet Blue shades. And now they even named their EP Azure! Groundbreaking, I know. You're getting some real hard-hitting journalistic work from me here.
The EP kicks off with the moody Think Of You. While the unique rolling drums and the room-filling bass work by themselves would already make for a great tune, the duo went one step further and worked a vocal from an old Celdweller tune ("Fadeaway" for the curious) into the mix that is just straight up lovely. There's just something about these processed vocals that producers in this subgenre use that I cannot get enough of. I'm sure the "Dejavu, Think Of You" will stay in my head for a looong time. Absolute vibe of a track.
Operate and Rizzle follow this up with Mindset featuring highly sought-after MC Rider Shafique. And yet again, he shows that this popularity is fully deserved. The instrumental is as deep and atmospheric as they come with some occassional stabs which when all combined make you feel like you are in a huge underground tunnel system. Or a cave. Doesn't matter what place exactly, as long as it is deep and dark. This is the exact vibe Rider Shafique's vocals were made for. Perfect choice of vocalist right there.
After that Operizzle takes us back to the processed vocal territory with Opposites. As mentioned above, I can't get enough of that sound so I was happy to see it coming back a second time here. Even though the vocal isn't quite as catchy as the Celdweller one, it is still vibey as hell. Compared to Think Of You the instrumental is doing more of the melodic "work" in this one, the vocal mostly comes in play during the buildups. It can also be heard during the ""drop"", but is quickly overpowered by the instrumental, almost as if it is trying to gain back control over the track. Would be a neat music video. Message me for more great ideas.
Lastly we have Toxic, which is just straight up nasty. While the other ones were more atmospheric and built up a vibe, this one goes in. Straight up bassface once that first lower than low bass kicks in. Mariana Trench vibes. My face is too busy processing the bass to come up with more words to describe this madness. Stonker of a tune.
Definitely one of Overview's best EPs of this year, and that's saying something!
Other deep/dark/techy stuff that happened this week: - Skylark - Like This / The Shadow - Levela, A Little Sound - Moving Forward - Bredren, Swift - Energy - Wingz - IDW / Rearranged
Because it kind of fits this EP too these are other great liquid things that happened this week: - Mohican Sun - God Of Ages - Leniz, Painted Skies - Without You - Laminar - Daybreak - Deadline, Eloise Keeble - Wake Up Call

3. ChaseR - Curse Death Link EP [Neuropunk Records]

Recommended if you like: Cod3x, 2Whales, Nais
ChaseR returns to Neuropunk!
After his first appearance on the label on the first entry of the Neuropunk Forge series alongside Fatloaf, Subminderz and label chiefs Gydra themselves, the Astrakhan-based producer is back in full force with his first full-length EP on the label: The Curse Death Link EP!
Disclaimer: This is a bit different from my usual reviews. More of a story. Miiight have gone a bit overboard at some parts.
Let's set the scene a bit. Our protagonist is a guitarist who just landed his first big gig. Just as he is on his way to live it up in his favorite pub, The Iron Fiddle, a street performer in a nearby alley catches his attention. Her voice, her dance, something about her just drags him towards her. His heart beats faster and faster. His inner danger radar tries to warn him, but to no avail. In a flash her facade falls, the beautiful voice turned into an ear-piercing shriek. The Dance Of Siren has trapped him.
She drags him to a dark room. Candles everywhere, strange occult symbols on the floor, piles of books all around. She starts speaking in tongues that only she understands. Suddenly, she grabs his arm. Pure agony shoots through every part of him, while she undergoes a rapid transformation. The grimace turns into a smile, the arched back and crooked teeth straighten, all of her bodily pains are transferred to him. This, is the Curse Of Death. He blacks out.
Our protagonist wakes up and stumbles his way out. As always, he greets the people on the street. Instead of greeting back, they seem to be actively avoiding him though! Confused, he continues his path home, when he catches a glance of a ghastly face in a nearby window. He slowly goes back to take a closer look at this spectre, only to find that it was a reflection. Of his own Subhuman face. Shocked, he leaps back and rushes home to hide his shame, the Siren's song echoing in his head.
Our protagonist isolates himself, turning away friends and family. His mind races: How would he be able to play at his breakthrough gig? His one chance at success? "What if... I hide my face with a hood?", he thinks to himself. "I could barely see the guitar, but what other choice do I even have?" Desperately, he decides to learn how to play blindfolded. Countless days filled with tears, sweat and blood later, he has done the impossible. Braillefunk, as he calls it, is a reality.
Showtime. He has prepared the least see-through black hood he could find and is ready to rock. Even though the crowd is sceptical at first, that quickly goes away as soon as the first note is played. A minute later they are loving it. They are even cheering for an Encore afterwards! During the crowd's endless chanting and stomping, he reflects on the last few weeks for a moment. While he has found a way to live with the isolation, life as he knows it is over. But for this brief moment, he forgets all about it. For a moment, there's just the music.
Well.. That escalated a bit. Anyway.
The Curse Death Link EP is a return to form for the man like ChaseR and I can't wait to hear more from him! If you like your neuro hard-hitting and unforgivingly raw, this will be one for you!
And one more thing: Big big thank you to Bes from Neuropunk for helping out with this review!
Other neat neurofunk things that happened this week: - Myselor - Evolution & Need (!!!! see below) - Zombie Cats - Flava (!!!!) - Rusty K - The Savage (The Clamps Remix) (!!!!) - TR Tactics - Mindgame / Beyond the Mass - Koven - Followers (A.M.C Remix) - Bytecode - Parasite EP - Shadow Sect, Loop Stepwalker - RVLTN - Various Artists - 5 Years Of Ignescent

4. Myselor - Evolution & Need [Blackout Music]

Recommended if you like: Disphonia, TR Tactics, 2Whales
Ah yes, the most hidden gem of them all, Blackout Music. What's next? Macky Gee as the hidden gem? Unsubscribe.
Okay this might seem weird, but hear me out. Yes, Myselor is my Hidden Gem Of The Week™. Yes, his double single Evolution & Need was released on the hugely popular Blackout. You know what though? He is still unknown enough for me to deserve an extra spotlight. When I first listened to the release he was still under 1000 monthly listeners on Spotify and after his excellent-but-underviewed Blackout Podcast I just needed to shout this excellent double single out here. I'm getting ahead of myself here though.
Let's take a step back. Who is this mysterious Myselor?
Myselor is a greek neurofunk producer that is currently based in Berlin. My research showed me that he is also holding an impressive rank 12120 on djrankings.org, which, fun fact, is an actual real site! For comparison, A.M.C is rank 6532 while I'm writing this. Not bad, Myselor, not bad. While Mr Myselor's first productions from around 2012 were mostly Glitchhop/Neurohop, he quickly pivoted to Neurofunk in the same year. He didn't completely stop producing Glitchhop, but the DnB definitely took over. The last Glitchhop release of his I could find was released in 2014. With his unique take on Neurofunk he landed releases on several big labels like Red Light Records, C4C Limited and Mainframe. But it wasn't until he participated in and won first place in Black Sun Empire's Driving Insane Remix competition that the dutch trio decided to take him under their wing.
Speaking of, let's talk about the release itself. First off we have Evolution, one of the more unique neurofunk tracks I've had the pleasure of covering. From start to finish the track goes through all kinds of changes. The first drop starts with some really great muted (for lack of a better word) drums you don't hear often in Neurofunk and a melody that is way too catchy. After a few bars Myselor changes out the snares for a more "classic" feel but keeps the rest of the rhythm going. For the third part the drums are brought back to the original version, but the underlying bass and melody switches. Phew. But that's not all. He does a similar thing for the second drop, but this time the rhythm has been switched to a 4x4 type beat. It's a whole journey. All in all, Evolution was a great name choice for this track. All throughout these changes and switchups you can here so many little things that add to the experience. The attention to detail is just great.
Secondly, there's Need. Right off the bat, Need feels a lot faster than Evolution. Less of a funk rhythm and more 16th notes. However, it has two big things in common with Evolution: the huge amount of variations and its attention to detail. Myselor seems to be going for some serious speed buildup though. With each change and variation another element gets added or switched out and with each change it feels like the velocity of the track has increased just a slight bit more. At some point he even brings in an acid-y synth that gives the part a Psytrance feel. After that the track slows down a lot though and ends with a half-time chilled second half in which the aforementioned synth is just used for melody purposes.
The more you pay attention to it, the better it gets. Did I mention that the artwork looks great too? An incredible release and hopefully not even close to the last we hear from Myselor!
Other Hidden Gems this week: - Perspective Shift - Don't Deserve EP (huge recommendation) - Kublai - Discworld / In Tandem - Jammez - Zodiac EP - Zigi SC - Outsider / Blackmailer - Art1fact, Stiff Jangle - Lightspeed - Bytecode - Parasite - Komax - Destiny EP
 

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2020.11.30 08:14 chickpeaphobic Birth Story! FTM, water broken during membrane sweep, stalled labor, pitocin, epidural -extremely positive!

Sorry in advance that this story is so long. I found the stories I read here really useful in preparing for my birth so I wanted to include as much detail as possible.
Before I dive into my experience I wanted to make a quick note about the hospital: The hospital I went to for delivery had a really great midwife led program. Essentially the Certified Nurse Midwives ran the show and had nurses and doctors to assist. It was really positive and I felt extremely supported throughout my labor.
Anyways, here's my story. I went in for my 39 week appointment three days before my due date. Earlier in the morning I had gone on a 2 mile walk with my husband and done some low squats. At my appointment, I was offered a membrane sweep after I was informed that my cervix was "extremely soft" and that I was 2 centimeters dilated and at 1 station. I had been eating dates a bunch and think this really helped with my cervix being so soft. This was at 10:30am on Thursday. I accepted the sweep.
As the midwife was completing the sweep she said "You'll see a little liquid --oh, well, you'll see a bit more liquid actually. Your water just broke!" She tested the fluid to be 100% sure. Yep, definitely amniotic fluid. She gave me a pad which was enough to contain the fluid --which surprised me!
She then informed me that I should head to L&D at the larger medical office which I was a bit confused by since I was GBS negative. I assumed I could and SHOULD hang around my house for the early stage of labor. She said again that I should head to L&D --I didn't push for an explanation why-- and that she'd call ahead for me. Perhaps it was because of the risk of infection? Either way, I called my husband and told him to grab my hospital bag, snacks, and toiletries because we were having our baby! He was a bit shocked. While we were driving to the hospital I started feeling contractions, but very lightly. During my last ultrasound my baby was face up, but head down. I was feeling the contractions in my back so I assumed that baby was still face up. I insisted we stop at our favorite to-go place on the way to the hospital for a coconut milkshake and veggie burger with fries.
We get to L&D, I'm admitted, and they ask me my labor preferences. I say I want to avoid pain medications and pitocin. They say OK and my husband and I start walking the halls using a TENS unit to manage contraction pain. After a few hours things are progressing a bit, but not that much. The medical team starts a conversation with me about whether I'd like to start pitocin to help move things along as there is a risk of infection since my water broke. I say I'd like to hold off until the next morning if that's possible. I wish that I had asked more questions at this point about what they were thinking and why they were making that suggestion.
Evening rolls around and we're still walking the hallways. I feel like things are progressing a bit more, but the midwife on duty tells me that I'm definitely still in early labor. Hmm, well that's disappointing. We keep walking, I bounce on an exercise ball, do a bunch of squats and lunges in my room. I feel everything in my back and while it's manageable pain it's annoying. I ask about using a peanut ball to see if we can get my little peanut (lol) to change position. I quickly realize that this is NOT working for me and it's SUPER uncomfortable to use. I feel horrible sciatica in my legs and the contractions feel more intense with it and I can't move well to help manage the pain. I try for a couple hours and then start referring to the peanut ball as the "demon ball". We stop using it and I just try to rest, but I can't because of the contractions. They are not consistent and range from 5 - 10 minutes apart and are about 30 - 60 seconds long. I can handle them, but I can't sleep through them.
Suddenly I start to lose my shit when they hit. My visualization of waves is no longer working and I'm really struggling to breathe and keep my cool. Transition? No, they check my cervix and I'm at 2cm, -1 station. UGH, how am I losing progress?! The nurse checks my contraction chart -I'm not handling them well because some of them are FOUR MINUTES LONG. They offer me another membrane sweep to try to speed things up which I refuse because I cannot handle the back pain in those 4 minute segments and I don't see that getting better with another sweep. I talk to my husband and we decide it's probably a good idea to start pitocin and ask for an epidural --hopefully I can get some sleep with it. The midwife comes in and suggests morphine sleep instead and I agree since this sounds less terrifying than an epidural (something that I have feared for MONTHS).
I get a pill of some sort and a shot of morphine and I try to sleep. The pain is definitely dulled, but I cannot sleep because I feel drunk and my mind keeps wandering. The best side effect of this drug combo was I was SUPER nice to everyone (I wasn't unpleasant before --I was just 110% appreciative and complimenting everyone on what a fantastic job everyone was doing).
The next morning rolls around it's been 18 hours since my water has broken. They do another cervix check --no progress. I ask for the epidural and pitocin. Our lovely nurse pages the anesthesiologist and then runs around finding breakfast for me so I can eat before I'm not allowed to anymore. I've read other birth stories on here and I have to say I was skeptical when I saw people say that the epidural was the best decision they made --being stuck in bed did not seem appealing to me whatsoever even if it meant no pain. But yes, it was the best decision. The insertion was super quick and the anesthesiologist was very kind. They had me lay on my side in my bed and hug a pillow. My husband had to go SIT (not stand) by the nurse on the other side of the bed. Apparently they'd had some spouse fainting episodes in the past so they don't take any chances now. They gave me the numbing shot and then inserted the epidural. I barely felt a thing. It was an "intermittent bolus" and I could kind of move, but definitely couldn't walk and definitely couldn't feel any pain. I was allowed to drink all the clear fluids I wanted while I had the epidural and I had a catheter. I was really happy with this since peeing constantly during the last few months of pregnancy was super annoying. Now I could have all the fluids I wanted and not worry about waddling to a bathroom. Unexpected epidural perk!
From here, things were pretty easy. I tried using the peanut ball more and the nurse rotated me every hour to hour and a half. My little guy still didn't want to rotate at all so we eventually gave up on that. His heart rate stayed really really steady and strong which was great. They gave me pitocin and my contractions started getting more regular. At one point the midwife (the same one who accidentally broke my water the previous day at my appointment) came in and asked if they could perform a cervix check to see how things are going. There's a medical resident in training who is shadowing her and she asks if I'd be OK with him checking as well. She also suggests that if I'm not at 10 cm dilation perhaps they should add an intrauterine pressure catheter to (1) ensure my baby's heart rate stayed steady by making sure the umbilical cord didn't get compressed by adding more fluids via the catheter and (2) so they'd know EXACTLY how strong my contractions were. I agree to the cervical check by the resident and agree to the use of the intrauterine pressure catheter. I'm hoping more data can help get this show on the road if needed!
The midwife checks me and then looks giddy. She turns to me and says "Well, you're not at 10 cm, before we have the resident check you I want to ask if you'd be OK with the medical resident inserting the cervical catheter." I agree that that would be OK. This was an extremely positive part of my birth experience --I didn't expect it to be. The midwife was really appreciative of me being willing to allow a resident to learn by doing and checked in with me multiple times while they were inserting the catheter to make sure I was OK. She also told my husband to thank me as well since it was super rare for people to agree to medical residents doing anything. It was fine and I really didn't care because of the amazing epidural.
Within 10 minutes the catheter is inserted and they can see that my contractions --that while consistent-- are not that strong. They start upping the pitocin more and more. Everything is going well and after a while longer I feel more pressure in my lower pelvis, kind of like I have to poop. Progress!!! Suddenly I start feeling pain, though. It feels like something is jabbing a nerve on my hip. I wiggle around trying to get comfortable, try to breathe through it, try to distract myself from it. Eventually my husband calls the nurse in for me... I was being stubborn and didn't want to bother her. She tells me to "just up my epidural" --huh?! Apparently I had a button I could push if I started to get uncomfortable. News to me. I press the button a couple times in the next 30 minutes and the jarring pain goes away.
It's after midnight, shift change has happened, they check my cervix again and I'm at 10 cm! Woohoo! They get things set up and take off the lower part of the bed. They have me start to push --just one push per contraction since "all the babies in the ward want to be born right now" and there's a more complicated birth happening down the hall that they need more help with. A trainee midwife is instructing me to push along with an amazing nurse. I can feel pressure but no pain and I can feel my body gentling pushing my baby out with each contraction without my help. I'm able to feel the contraction slightly and push with it for 10 seconds. After half an hour the head midwife enters the room and they suggest I push 1 - 3 times each contraction. I pull my body forward using bars on the bed and push 2 times a contraction --when I try 3 times I start getting less efficient and tired.
The most frustrating part of this process is how long it takes once he starts to crown. I assume his head is half out, but NOPE it's like a centimeter out. I keep pushing, using a mirror for a bit to help. They remove the mirror when I stop using it since I'm closing my eyes through each contraction. They say he's definitely face up and that I'm doing a great job pushing. At one point they have me touch his head. Whoa, weird. I feel his hair. I keep pushing for what seems like forever. My husband is helping support my leg that's resting on a stirrup. The nurse suddenly starts laughing at him because he's holding his breath every time I do when I'm pushing. They say he's a great support and maybe when we're done here he can head down to room 4 to help. Everyone (including me) laughs. I keep pushing and then suddenly his head is out then his body and OMG there's a beautiful baby on my chest. He looks dazed and his head is very lopsided --I guess I was feeling his head jamming into me when I had that horrible pain in my hip. The midwife is sewing up a "small tear" in my perineum area (I never learned what degree). I'm holding my baby and feeling dazed --whoa this little guy just came out of me. My husband cuts the cord after a couple minutes. All in all I pushed for an hour and a half. It's been 40 hours since my water broke.
We get our "golden hour" then they take him for measurements and my husband gets to hold our lil guy. They are instantly smitten with each other which I loved to see. Our baby weighed 8 lbs 9 oz and has a bunch of bright blonde hair. He's now 5 weeks old, weighs a little more than 10 lbs, and has a very round not lopsided head. We love him more and more everyday.
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2020.11.30 07:43 Wadewilliam170 Know About Pench National Park

Know About Pench National Park
The area of the Pench Tiger Reserve and the surrounding area is the real story area of Rudyard Kipling's famous "The Jungle Book". The idea of Mongali is made from the pamphlet "An Account of Wolves's Nurturing Children in their Dens" by Sir William Henry Sliman. In 1831 there was a report of the arrest of a child who had grown up with wolves in village Satbavadi near Seoni. The place described in "The Jungle Book", the Vainganga River, its valley where Sher Khan was killed, the mountain ranges of village Kannivara and Sivani etc. are the actual places in the Seoni district. The forest areas of the Pench Tiger Reserve have a glorious history. Its natural beauty and richness is described in the Ain-i-Akbari and many other natural history books such as R.A. Strenthal's "Sivni, Camp life in the Satpura", James Forsyth "High Lands of Central India" and A. A Dunbar Brander "Wild Animals of Central India" etc. Pench Tiger Reserve was awarded to "Best Maintain Tourist Friendly National Park" Award under the National Tourism Prize 2006-07.

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Past History:
Year Details
  • 1977 Declared Pench Sanctuary (449.392 sq km)
  • 1983 Declared Pench National Park (292.857 sq km) 118.473 sq km remained as sanctuary and 38.062 excluded from umbrella of PA
  • 1992 Included in Project Tiger
  • 1995 Management of Sanctuary was handed over to Pench Tiger Reserve
  • 1998 The Pench Sanctuary was finally notified by vide the Govt. of M.P. Forest Department's Notification no. F.15-65-96-X-2 Bhopal dated 21-8-1998.
  • 2002 National Park was renamed as "Indira Priyadarshinig Pench National Park" and Sanctuary was named as "Pench Mowgli Sanctuary"
  • 2005 Final notification as "Indira Priyadarshini Pench National Park" vide notification dated 16.12.05 by MP Govt. no. F-15-11-05-x-02
  • 2007 Areas of National Park and Sanctuary are declared as Core of Pench Tiger Reserve Reserve notified dated 24.12.2007 by MP Govt. no. F-15-31-2007-X-2.
  • 2010 The Buffer Zone of the tiger reserve has been notified F-15-8/2009/10-2 dated 05-10-2010

Flora & Fauna Of Pench

The forests found in Pench Tiger Reserve are divided into three parts as follows: -
Southern tropical wet deciduous forest
Southern tropical dry deciduous teak forest
Southern tropical dry deciduous mixed forest
Dry mixed forest spreads in about one-third area of ??protected area. Whose main species are salai, pickle, moyan, tendu etc. Kahua (Arjuna), Jamuna, Guular and Saja are found along the banks of river streams. Trees of Mahua, Palash, Plum etc. are found scattered around the open forests of displaced areas of old villages. Teak forests are found in about one quarter area. There are about 82 types of grass species and Bamboo found in this forest area.
The major Carnivores are Tiger, leopard, wild cat, wild dog, hyena, jackal, fox, wolf, weasel among the vegetarian species, Gaur, Nilgai, Sambar, Chital, Chasinga, Chinkara, Wild Pig etc. are prominent. In this Tiger Reserve, birds of about 325 species can also be seen in various seasons of the year. In the sunny areas of the Totladoh reservoir situated inside the park limits, there is a lot of migratory birds seen in the cold season. Among the migratory birds, Ruddy shelduck, Pintail, Whistling Teal and Vegtel etc are prominent.

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Best Time to visit Pench National Park
The best time to visit the Reserve is 15 October to 30 June.
TOURISM ZONE & CARRYING CAPACITY
Pench Tiger Reserve has three Tourist zone namely Turia, Karmajhiri and Jamtara.

Zone Carrying Capacity (per day) Morning Evening
Turia 74 37 37
Karmajhiri 16 8 8
Jamtra 9 5 4
Telia 30 15 15
Rukhad 30 15 15
Total 159 80 79

Weather
Pench being situated in Central India is subjected to extreme and tropical weather. Month of January may also witness sub-zero temperatures and frost. Monsoon arrives in the second week of June. The average temperature over the months is as below:


Months Jan Feb Mar Apr May Jun Jul Aug Sep Oct Nov Dec
Min(°C) 1 10 22 30 35 25 20 19 19 12 6 3
Max (°C) 15 25 35 40 42 41 34 30 31 29 27 25

CONNECTIVITY & DISTANCES
Nearest Airport : Jabalpur and Nagpur
Nearest Railway Station : Jabalpur, Chhindwara & Nagpur
Pench Tiger Reserve has three entry point (Gate) namely, Turia, Karmajhiri, Jamtara

  • Turia Gate
Jabalpur – Seoni – Khawasa – Turia : 215 km.
Nagpur – Khawasa – Turia : 85 km.
Balaghat – Seoni – Khawasa – Turia : 200 km.
Seoni – Khawasa – Turia : 110 km.

  • Karmajhiri Gate
Nagpur – Suktara – Karmajhiri : 135 km.
Balaghat – Seoni – Suktara – Karmajhiri : 150 km.
Jabalpur – Seoni – Suktara – Karmajhiri : 195 km
Seoni – Suktara – Karmajhiri : 50 km.

  • Jamtara Gate
Chhindwara – Bichhua – Pathri – Thotamal – Jamtara : 80 km.
Chhindwara – Chand – Maghdoun – Thotamal – Jamtara : 59 km.

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Park Rules:

ABIDE BY THESE RULES, NON OBEDIENCE WILL LEAD TO LEGAL ACTION
  1. Always enter inside the Protected Area with valid permit and valid ID (Adhar card, Passport, Driving license, PAN Card, Voler ID any other ID issued by Central or State Govt. I Card issued by School/College)
  2. It is compulsory to take authorised park guide with every tourist vehicle. Obey the park guide.
  3. Please don't get down from the vehicle, until advised by the park guide.
  4. To carry and use of Tobacco items, inflamable articles etc. is prohibited inside the Protected Area.
  5. Use of and to carry alcohol, and entering in intoxicated condition is prohibited inside the Protected Area.
  6. To carry arms-ammunition and explosives etc. inside the Protected Area is prohibited.
  7. Use of polythene is prohibited inside the protected area
  8. Littering is prohibited inside the protected area.
  9. To carry pet inside the protected area is prohibited
  10. Creating noises by the use of transister, tape-record or blowing horn or similar equipment is prohibited inside the protected area.
  11. Except photography, any other use of Mobile phone is prohibited inside the protected area.
  12. Lifting of any forest produce, plants or animal article inside the protected area is prohibited.
  13. Teasing of wild animals, feeding them or chasing them is prohibited inside the protected area.
  14. To ensure the safety of wild animals speed limit of 20 kmph is decided for the tourist vehicles. In case of speeding please inform to the park management.
  15. Maintain silence and discipline during safari. Misconduct, Indiscipline or shoulting is prohibited inside the protected area.
  16. Follow the provisions of Wildlife (Protection) Act, 1972, M.P. Wildlife (Protection) Rules 1974 and the rules
  17. Before entering the Protected Area must read the information / instructions displayed on the signages at the entry gate and follow them.
Order by : Field Director, Pench Tiger Reserve, Madhya Pradesh
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