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The Yankee's Project: 1960 - 2020 Fictional Rookies. Let's Rewrite History.

2020.10.31 20:19 Fluffymd The Yankee's Project: 1960 - 2020 Fictional Rookies. Let's Rewrite History.

What is UP outta the park baseball fans. Coming at you from the same poster from The Angels' Project, I'm back with another long play run down from my league. It's a looooooooong post, so get ya snacks, ya soda, ya dinner. This thread will have some of the absolute filthiest stats and player statistics you'll ever see. I'll NSFW those players in the event you're a moneyballer. If you haven't ever played with historic rookies, I heavily recommend it. You'll find a 40 potential reliever in the draft and its..... Roger Clemens? Anyways.... all interesting referenced players stats will be linked on their name! Some careers are too long to single snip, so some might be on BNN pages. Enjoy!
Let's go over the basics first.... I'm a sim player, VERY rarely will I play an actual game (for this run, I did play a few playoff games). We ran with FICTIONAL ROOKIES this time around, starting with a fantasy draft in 1960. 1960 is great because you get to see the game auto-calculate stats throughout tons of eras: pitching dominance, contact, stealing meta, steroid era, and the juiced ball 10's. This run was WILD, and the game.... breaks. Rules/settings:
The Early Years (1960 - 1965)
Going through the draft, I didn't know ANY of these fools. EXCEPT... Clayton Kershaw. Oh, and there's some 2 star reliever available in the 9th round. You might know him? Roy Halladay. Some of the players abilities are insane in historic drafts, especially if you allow ratings > max. Pitchers with 120 STUFF, batters with 90 contact. Man, I didn't know who to draft. It was reflected quickly.... With a end of year record of 71-83 (we apparently won 8 more games than we should have too). Knowing baseball history, I tried having 3 legendary outfielders throughout, knowing their offensive production would be wonderful. Enter 1961 and Joc Pederson - the all-time leader in HR at the time of his retirement. Kershaw posts an INSANE 11.1 WAR, and the Yankees win the Pennant for the first time and head to the World Series! Swept in 4 games.
No free agency really puts an impact on drafting well, and having good pitching/defense where you can play rookies their first year and have them produce. You can draft a 17 year old and have them start immediately! Having an exceptional defensive C, 3B, and SS, of Jose Reyes, Gio Urshella, and Butch Wynegar (???) worked WONDERS leading us to our first rings in 1962 and 1963. Here's where the game gets RIDICULOUS. The team imploded in 1964 and 1965 with 63 and 77 wins in those years. That helped our draft stock though.....
The First Dynasty & Domingo Cedeno (1966 - 1975)
Losing those two seasons allowed me to sell whatever young prospects I had and still had and get some draft picks. 2nd + 3rd rounders are insanely valuable, and you have to sell the farm for anything in the top 3rd. However.... meet some the best hitters in the history of this league. Mickey Mantle created the record book (4x MVP). Selling 4 pitchers for a 1st round pick.... meet Ken Griffey Jr. Joc's career HR record.... didn't last. With Roy Halladay becoming a bonafide starter, Kershaw, and a recently acquired closer (???) Sandy Koufax, we establish the first dynasty winning it all in 1966, 1967, 1969, 1970. Koufax specifically, goes on to win every Cy Young between 1966 - 1973 except 2. This era also has the 2 worst busts throughout the entire playthrough: Randy Johnson (drafted with 110 stuff), and Justin Verlander. Randy Johnson never met his potential and fell off a cliff the second his fastball slowed, and Verlander was a fringe starter his entire career. With Joc retiring, I wanted to REALLY stack the outfield.
Knock knock. 1969 draft. It's Giancarlo Stanton. Power potential of 90, contact potential 80. MASH the trade button. TRADE FOR HIM I DON'T CARE! Sell the house. Mr. Steinbrenner, I'm trading everyone we've got. A young Joe Carter, a budding Josh Donaldson, and a career .330 hitter in Gearhart BYE BYE SUCKERS. I'm drooling, an outfield of Stanton, Mantle, and Griffey? It's a dream come true. HERE COMES THE MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY RINGS ON RINGS ON RINGS aaaaaaaaaaaaand it all comes crashing down. Stanton decides to play football 3 weeks after I trade for him as the #3 prospect in baseball. I hate Giancarlo Stanton.
It's time to talk about Domingo Cedeno. Now I'm going to be real, I have no idea who this dude is. IRL career WAR of -0.7, with a career 13 triples, became the first REALLY game-breaking player. As a leadoff man for 17 years, he had 10+ WAR for 9 seasons, accumulated a fictional number of SB and 3B and was the first player to hit .400. His 1977 season, with 48 triples would have been 15+ WAR if he wasn't caught stealing over 30 times. Between him and Mickey Mantle, I'll let you guys choose who you think the GOAT was. Now, you would think we won rings on rings on rings with this crew right? Wrong. The team lost in the WS in 1971 - 1973. Shoutout Phillies fans, as they made the WS in 5 years of 8 from 1967 - 1975. Shoutout A's fans, ya'll went b2b in 1974 and 1975.
The Fivepeat & First Deadball Boom(1976 - 1989)
What makes this game so much fun is the team building and randomness. I wouldn't trade it for the world, and certainly wouldn't trade anything for Stanton ever again. Our outfield consisted of Mantle + Griffey for the longest time, and I fiended for legendary 3rd outfielder. Enter: Rickey Henderson and his 90 speed/90 stealing. Drafted in 1972, he was the team's leadoff hitter from 1973 - 1988. We also had Joe DiMaggio. His stats are to disappointing for me to even imgur. Career OPS of .633 in 8 seasons. What made this era so special though was my commitment to drafting both elderly and 20 year old starting pitchers. Here was the 5/6 man starting rotation from 1976 - 1980:
  1. Roger Clemens
  2. Pedro Martinez
  3. Sandy Koufax (like 36 years old)
  4. Barry Zito
  5. Masahiro Tanaka or Daisuke Matsuzaka pending injuries, both drafted at like age 30
With this pitching, and the legendary hitting, we won every world series from 1976 - 1980. The first, and only 5-peat I've ever seen in OOTP. In 1980 specifically, we won 120 games.... The team's history looks GREAT, we can build on that. There's championships to win, records to write, let's create a decade long dynasty! Let's welcome our new heroes:
Nolan. Arenado (1977 - 1993) 9x Gold Glove. Bryce. Harper. Bust. Career WAR 5.3, had to be a 1B. Ted "I'm always on base" Williams. You would think we'd win it all countless times. NOPE HAHA STUPID, we don't even MAKE the playoffs from 1983 - 1989. Something I've not mentioned is... the owner. The owner of the Yankee's was meddling. Signing RANDOM dudes to wild contrats (39 year old Adam Dunn for 3 years, anyone?) In Ted Williams' 3 year the owner signed him to a 10 year deal worth 2.6m/year.... or 70% of my overall payroll budget. I couldn't sign anyone to an extension. Free agency? PFFFTT more like "AAA bust" agency. Luckily, a few years in the payroll budget expanded. Time to build through the draft!
Okay, it's draft day. Let's see who we've got hopefully some star pitc --- there were... no players. Nobody to draft. The scouting world went dark. A, AA, AAA teams needed ghost players. The game doesn't make new rookies. Teams panic, looking to trade 1 star potential players for anyone younger. Where's Derek Jeter? Where's Mike Trout? The game doesn't want any new players. What we have is what we get. Chapman's a starter now out of necessity.
I don't know what happened, but I decided to expand the draft pool moving it to "no minimum" - and the it's time to welcome our deadballers into the league. Welcome dudes with names like "Oil Can" and "Goat" with absolutely busted stats. Suddenly the league has life again, normal players come back. Very strange.
The New Murderer's Row (1990 - 2003)
Not making the playoffs has it's benefits. Higher draft picks, you can offload salaries, yaknow it's not that bad! After missing the playoffs a few times, I decided to blow the team up and play for the draft. One thing I NEVER did, was look at the upcoming draft pool. I wanted to see the excitement on draft day, so imagine my reaction when I saw a PITCHER with a power potential of 100. Welcome, the king of beer and hotdogs himself and greatest first baseman ever.... Babe Ruth. Starting designated hitter and reliever, the second player to obliterate his expectations... George Sisler. Starting lineup was: George Sisler, Ted Williams, Babe Ruth, Harry Heilman, Aaron Judge, Nolan Arenado, DJ LeMahieu, Jeter, Bill Dickey. I didn't know a single one of the deadball ass pitchers I had to put on the field. Dudes got names like "Burleigh." We go on to win the WS 4-2 in three straight years! 1990, 91, 92 only to completely miss the playoffs in 1993. Time to blow it up again...
  1. The blessed year of the Division Series. 4 playoffs team in each division now. [NSFMoneyballers] It's also the first year Chris Sale put it all together and became the best SP of his generation. He had 5 post season starts in 1994. He allowed ONE run. 4th world series win in 5 years!
At this point, the team begins to start aging. They're putting up absolutely monster numbers and decorating record books and reference pages. But they can't get it done in the playoffs. Losing in the ALDS becomes our specialty, nothing better than 113 wins and losing 0-3 in October. It's time to talk about 1998 World Series
The 1998 World Series is the best world series I've been a part of. The Los Angeles Dodgers suck ass throughout history. 1998 is only their 3rd playoff run in 38 years, and only their 7th winning record. None of the players on their roster have ever had a 4+ WAR season. They sweep the Giants in the NLDS, win on a walkoff in the NLCS, to meet the 111-41 NYYankees who swept their playoff run.
The majority of the team retires in the coming years. During many of their twilight years, they pick off the world series in 2002, beating a not good 90-62 Atlanta.
Tris Speaker & The Long Dark (2004 - 2020)
We're a few years into the free agency era, and nobody has dominated the game like Mantle of Cedeno in decades. The crown of "best player" got passed between Ruth, Sisler, and Hornsby for about 20 years. That ends with Tris Speaker. I do not want to mince words. He is the single best player to play in this league. I have not, nor will I ever see stats like his again.
After the murderer's row squad retired, it created a power vacuum in the AL. I transitioned to a pitching/defensive focused team with no real standouts. No cy young winners, no MVPs, nobody with a WAR 6+, no real awards. Still managed to win it all in 2008! This was when I unlocked the "moneyball" achievement, which is absolutely hilarious for the Yankees to pull off. Then the game.... broke. I won 52 games the next year, there were no free agents, and the draft picks disappeared. Every player in the history of major league baseball is officially retired, played in the league, or is still playing. There's nobody new. Nobody's coming. The light is dimming. Baseball, the sport itself, is dying.
[If you're a moneyballer don't even look] The 2011 free agency included Tris Speaker. I threw the farm at him. He's the savior of the team. He's the one. Sold all of my contracts, got rid of any pitcher not in arbitration, I needed Tris Speaker. His first 2 years of his tenure as a Yankee? Won the world series, 4-0 sweep both times. He has a career 16 WAR in the playoffs.
Moving into the 2010s, strikeout and home run rates start going INSANE. Throughout the league history anyone above 40 home runs is pretty remarkable. In the 2010s, 7 guys hit 50 or more. The strikeout rates are where this gets INSANE. The mid-2000s kept producing these deadball relievers with like 120 - 150 stuff that threw 2 pitches. I signed all of them every chance I got. It got to the point where having 3 of these guys meant I could start some pretty bummy pitchers which lead to a world series win in 2015! We are 7 years in without having any new rookies. The league's average age is nearing 30. Anyone aged 29 or younger I offer a 10+ year contract to.
This is the last lineup of good players the Yankees can field, with Tris of course. By 2018 the Mariners are fielding ghost players. Half the league's starters are 2 stars or lower. Position players pitch routinely. The player with the highest WAR is a knuckleballer with 90 stamina that I traded away in 2015. Every player has to be signed during free agency. There is nobody left in the minors.
Armed with a bullpen of flamethrowers, and like 5 good batters, this is the best the Yankees can muster in 2020. The Yankees can only manage \checks notes** ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY TWO WINS? WHAT THE SHIT? The game says I was supposed to win 142. Won the world series.

That's it everyone. That's how the league went. In 2020, a new round of fictional rookies generated, and I can't even dream of doing so. This was so much fun, and the drafts matter SO much. I'll detail out some of the INSANE records:
Single Season Career
Batting Average Domingo Cedeno .416 .352 Tris Speaker
OBP Billy Hamilton (not that one) .523 .474 Billy Hamilton
Slugging Tris Speaker .834 .647 Tris Speaker
OPS Tris Speaker 1.303 1.077 Tris Speaker
Runs Tris Speaker 183 2582 Tris Speaker
Hits Domingo Cedeno 266 4221 Tris Speaker
TB Tris Speaker 2017 7769 Tris Speaker
Singles Dee Gordon 208 2769 Ken Griffey Jr.
Doubles Tris Speaker 75 1077 Tris Speaker
Triples Domingo Cedeno 48 470 Domingo Cedeno
HR Sherry Magee 71 677 Babe Ruth
RBIs Tris Speaker 201 2651 Tris Speaker
SB Barry "only player to steal 100 bases and he did it 8 times" BONDS 108 1329 Rickey Henderson
Walks Pete Hotaling 182 2500 Ted Williams
Strikeouts John Bass 293 3069 Larry Walker
WAR Tris Speaker 15.55 217.99 Tris Speaker
ERA Derek Holland 1.196 1.973 George Knight
Wins Chris Sale 27 315 Roger Clemens (only 300 winner)
Losses Jim H. Devlin 30 241 Hardie Henderson
Saves Tom P Gorman 49 467 Bill Donovan
Shutouts Sandy Koufax 9 64 Sandy Koufax (6 no hitters, 2 perfect games)
Strikeouts Tommy Bond456 5257 Bobby Matthews
literally anything per 9 Bobby Mathews: all stats per 9innings: 2.63 hits, 22.4 strikeouts, 0.44 walks, 0.089 hits, 0.138 OBP, 0.1930 SLG, 0.331 OPS George Knight, all stats per9: 2.39 hits, 23.19 strikeouts, 0.62 walks, 0.082 avg, 0.183 OBP, 0.213 SLG, 0.396 OPS
WAR Joe Blong 14.88 127.84 Charlie Sweeney

Mike Trout never made the bigs. That's all folks! If you wanna know anything, have any questions, or just want to comment feel free! I think my favorite development was Barry Bonds never becoming a power hitter and instead staying an absolute FIEND on the basepaths. Also, Rickey Henderson and Ruth are STILL THE KINGS of their part of the sport.
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2020.10.31 18:10 CopperTucker Fire Lookout here, let's talk about my first summer

Hey, so, some people were asking about more. Well, we don’t usually talk about it, all us lookouts just know about the Oak, and it doesn’t make sense to talk among ourselves. We all know, we all just know.
But, maybe I can talk about it, maybe it’ll keep other people from making mistakes. Not following the rules. That’s all you need to do.
Just follow the rules.
I’ll tell you about my first summer then, the first time I saw it. And the first time I met it.
I’ll tell you what it took.
It was several years back. I dropped out of college. It was a state school, I was going to be a history teacher, but my mental health took a dive. Didn’t realize I had depression, didn’t want to get out of bed, didn’t want to go to class. Missed every class my second semester, didn’t show up for any tests. I just didn’t have the will to do anything but lie around, and maybe eat if I was having a good day. I told my parents, they were pissed at first, but my mom saw I needed help. She tried, bless her heart, but she thought I needed to be outdoors more, that staying inside wasn’t helping. Dad was mad, but he actually took me to a doctor, got me on some proper meds. They made me sleepwalk now and then, but it wasn’t anything crazy. I think the strangest was the time that Dad found me wandering into the kitchen and trying to make tea. He laughs about it to this day, apparently I really wanted to make some tea.
But anyways, Mom found out about the job from one of her friends. Her idea was that if I spent a summer out in nature, I’d do much better and go back to school and be a respectable man. I wasn’t really sure. I’d been a Boy Scout, got my Eagle Award, and knew a fair bit of survival. I had spent a lot of time at camp, and did a summer volunteering for a few weeks. It had been pretty fun, but a whole summer out there with just a walkie-talkie and the occasional camper for company? That was intimidating! But also it was exciting, and maybe it had been what I needed. Considering I’m still doing it now, I’d say it was a good decision. I applied, interviewed, and soon enough I had said goodbye for the summer and was hiking to my tower.
It was harder than I thought, and I got turned around at a large pine that I ended up calling Roundabout twice, but I finally managed to find my tower. I even found the snack cache that had a few things, mostly novels and granola bars, but it was comforting. Weird, right? Just something really mundane from home in the middle of nowhere that makes you feel better. Well, it did make me feel better.
Honestly, my first week was a lot of looking around, learning my region, and talking shit with the other lookouts. Marcie was in the East Tower, we called it ‘Lookout Mountain’, almost everyone could see her tower from ours. Percy was in the Riverside Tower, and on clear, quiet nights we could hear him playing an out of tune guitar. Then there was me in the Lake Tower, which I later learned was one in one of that old Oak’s favorite hunting spots. And finally Roland was in the South Tower, and he always called us with reports from other regions, or to tell us what the weather was going to be like. God above, I miss them even now.
One night, I think it was almost at the end of my second week, I heard Marcie on the radio.
“It’s moving tonight. Headed towards Lake.”
I didn’t know what she meant, so I asked.
The radio went quiet. I asked again.
Roland was the one who spoke up, and I’m glad he did. He always knew a little bit of everything.
“It’s part of the forest. We’ve been calling it the Ancient Oak, or the Old Oak, whatever. When it checks in your tower tonight, just keep your eyes closed. It doesn’t like being stared at.”
No one talked on the radio after that. They all went silent, and we went about our business for the evening. I kept trying to look out the window, to maybe see what was out there. Eventually I couldn’t stay awake anymore and had to just accept that I was going to bed. Hiking around takes a lot out of you, you know.
I don’t know when I felt it, but it was after I fell asleep. I tried to roll over, but I couldn’t. All my limbs felt too heavy. Too… stiff. And then I made a mistake.
I opened my eyes.
It… it was there. Just a white… shape looking into my windows. Just there, staring. It doesn’t have eyes but I know it was staring. I couldn’t even scream. I couldn’t even move. All I could do was stare, like a mouse staring at a very hungry cat.
I’ve stared down bears, wolves, even the odd mountain lion or two, and they’re all easy compared to that old Oak.
It doesn’t like being stared at.
I don’t know what happened to me between that and when I seemed to come back. The sun was high, and a search and rescue officer was asking how many fingers he was holding up. I remember holding onto a handful of acorns, and every step I took the world spun. According to the officer, I’d been missing for three days. The other lookouts had been trying to find me, scouting around their own areas and not finding much of anything. The officer was worried, apparently someone walked up one of those old, abandoned staircases you see in the woods, and they almost gave up hope. I didn’t believe it. It all felt like it had been seconds, not days. I couldn’t even describe what I saw. Just that white shape staring at me. I guess I was lucky it didn’t kill me.
The rescue team stayed with me for a few hours, making sure that I wasn’t getting worse, or
I planted those acorns once they left. Something compelled me. Couldn’t sleep until I did. Couldn’t drink. Couldn’t do anything until all seven of them were planted deep. I dragged my sorry ass into my tower and slept for the next day.
I had a lot of questions after that. Marcie was the only one who was willing to explain it to me, but even she didn’t talk about it much. All I knew was the Oak was just part of the forest. That it just lived there. It hunted like any other animal. And it liked to check on us sometimes. I didn’t know I’d be seeing it again, not at the time. Thought the forest range was too big for it to show up multiple times in the summer. And I hoped that I didn’t see it ever again. Just not knowing what I had done in those days where I was gone, I still don’t know, and that scared the shit outta me.
Things were normal for a while after that. I would go out, make sure there were no idiot kids setting off fireworks, no fires being unattended, all that good stuff. Taught myself how to fish, which was pretty neat at the time. Never had the patience for it otherwise but when I went on trips with Dad and Uncle Will, but it felt different out there. I saw the Oak again from my tower once or twice, just moving out in the distance. I never looked too long, just found ways to occupy myself. Talked to Percy a lot about fiction trivia, read a lot of the books left at the cache and discovered that maybe I liked Jane Austin novels, there was a lot to keep me busy and I did everything I could to keep myself busy.
There was one night in July where I caught a bunch of kids setting fireworks off over the lake. Even left their fire burning, completely unattended. No matter how I yelled and tried to intervene, they just wouldn’t listen.
Then one of their fireworks hit a young tree, one I only recognized because crows liked to hang out in it and scream at me when I passed by. I watched the leaves catch fire, and I ran instinctively to try putting it out. I was knee-deep in the lake with a few buckets when I felt the ground rumble, and I remembered Roland’s advice. I forgot about the dumb kids and looked down. Maybe it was a blessing that everything around me went silent, because then I couldn’t hear what it did to those kids.
I know I said before that it sounds worse than silent. That you hear nothing. Describing it isn’t anything like experiencing it. Just a complete nothingness. I didn’t think I was alive at first. I just felt like everything around me was gone. But I still felt the cool water. I still felt dread. Fear. I was more scared than I was when I told my parents I bombed my first year in college.
It took an eternity before I could hear again. When I could move. I looked up once I could hear. The tree was smoldering. I put it out. The kids were almost nowhere to be found, save for someone’s leg. That was all that was there. It hadn’t even been cut at the knee, but at the shin. Just bone sticking out. It didn’t even look real. It looked like I was watching some slasher movie and it was a prop. I don’t think I gave it a ton of thought, I was more focused on making sure the tree wasn’t going to catch again. I didn’t want to bring that old Oak back to me. I didn’t want to experience what happened to those stupid kids. I called it in when I got back to my tower. Roland said there was nothing that could’ve been done, but I didn’t feel better about it.
Now, I said my medication made me sleepwalk earlier, yeah? That still happened, but most times I didn’t leave my tower. Just bumbled around it aimlessly.
Except one time.
I remember just getting ready to sleep. I saw the Oak wandering around towards the river, and I let Percy know. He didn’t answer. It was weird. I radioed him again, and after a few minutes he did respond, said he wasn’t feeling well. I remember worrying about him, and I settled in to bed.
I remember only waking up because I couldn’t hear. I thought I was dead. Thought I was just gone. I had apparently wandered from my tower this time, and fallen down a ravine. I couldn’t even remember things hurting, just the silence. I remember, even in that wake-up fog, that the Oak was near. It had to be, even in the silence. There was nothing else. Just the Oak. I closed my eyes, it was the safest thing. I didn’t know where it was and I wasn’t about to find out. Especially when I felt the ground shake beneath me, and the roots of the Oak rumbling and groaning as it approached. I wanted to look, you know. That was it. I wanted to look. I desperately wanted to look.
Something moved under me, and I thought I was about to die. I really did. I thought those roots were going to drag me under the dirt and I would be gone. But something dug under me, and I was lifted up. I really wanted to look. There was a strange feeling in my chest, not like heartburn, but not like asthma either. Something was getting drawn out of me, and I don’t know what it was. I am never going to know, and that’s maybe for the best. It was taking something from me, and maybe that was enough. I’ve never been so afraid before or since. Just held in a jumble of bark and brambles, and being carried somewhere.
I thought it was going to eat me, I really did. Thought this was the last I would ever be seen, and no one would know until I didn’t call in.
It seemed like forever before it set me down. I stayed motionless until I could hear again, and I know I had an acorn in my hand. Once I opened my eyes, the sun was already coming up, and I was left at my tower. I know that old Oak doesn’t care about us, not like humans do, but maybe it knew I wasn’t supposed to be out at night, or something. I don’t know, and I can’t ask it. I asked Marcie about it when I heard her check in that morning. She didn’t know why it did that, neither did Roland. Percy had an idea but it was the same as me, that maybe it knew we weren’t supposed to be out at night. Maybe it thought I was hurt, and maybe me, like the other lookouts, needed to be taken care of. As for what it took from me, I still don’t know. I didn’t feel any different, save for every now and then I get chest pains.
I had sworn I wasn’t going back, but once I was saying my goodbyes to Marcie, Percy, and Roland at the end of my tenure, I realized that I had to come back. Even with the old Oak wandering around, I had really liked it.
Guess I just kept coming back. I know now that it was where I needed to be.
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Feather
Felix The Reaper NEW 1.5€
Figment(X2) 1.5€
Fire Ungh's Quest NEW
Forts NEW 7€
Fluffy Horde
Framed Collection
Full Throttle Remastered NEW 1.5€
Fun With Ragdolls The Game NEW 1€
Gang Beasts NEW
Garage Bad Trip 1.5€
Gas Guzzlers Extreme
Gato Roboto
Gauge
Generation Zero NEW 4€
Get Even 1€
Giana Sisters Twisted Dreams+DLC
GIBZ
GNOG
Goat Of Duty NEW 1€
Goetia(X2)
GoNNER BLüEBERRY EDiTION(X2)
Grand Ages Medieval
Grand Pigeon's Duty
Graveyard Keeper NEW 3€
Gremlins Inc. 1€
Grey Goo Definitive Edition 1€
GRID Autosport 2€ NEW
GRID(2019) Ultimate Edition(X2) NEW 3.5€
Grim Fandango Remastered NEW 1.5€
Grip Combat Racing NEW 1€
Guards Of The Gate
Gunman Tales
Guilty Gear Isuka
Guns Gore & Cannoli 1€
Guns Gore & Canolli 2 NEW 2€
Hacknet(X2) + Labyrinths DLC
Hammerfight
Headlander NEW
Hello Neighbor NEW 1.5€
Hello Neighbor Hide & Seek NEW 1€
Hero Defense
Hero Of The Kingdom III
Heroes Of The Monkey Tavern
Hive Jump(X2)
Hiveswap Act 1(X2)
Horace NEW 1€
Hotline Miami(X3) 1€
Hotline Miami 2 NEW 2€
Hotline Miami 2 Digital Special Edition NEW 2.5€
Hot Tin Roof The Cat That Wore A Fedora
Hover
I Am Not A Monster
Iconoclasts NEW 5€
Immortal Planet(X2)
Impact Winter
Infinite Air With Mark McMorris(delisted) 4€
In Between
Interplanetary Enhanced Edition
Iron Danger NEW 1€
Jalopy NEW 2.5€
Jet Set Knights
Juanito Arcade Mayhem
Jump Stars
Kathy Rain NEW
Kill To Collect
Killing Floor 1 1€
Kingdom Classic
King Oddball
Last Tide NEW 3€
Layers Of Fear 2 NEW 5€
Legacy Of Dorn Herald Of Oblivion NEW
Lifeless Planet Premium Edition
Lightmatter NEW 1€
Love Is Dead
MagiCat
Magrunner Dark Pulse
Mainlining
Masquerada Songs And Shadows
Masquerade The Baubles Of Doom
Massive Chalice NEW
Medieval Kingdom Wars
Men Of War Assault Squad 2 War Chest Edition NEW 2.5€
Metal Unit NEW
Minion Masters Premium NEW 8€
Molek Syntez
Monochroma
MotoGP 15
Mr. Shifty
MXGP Official Motocross Videogame
My Friend Pedro NEW 3€
Nairi Tower Of Shirin 0.5€
NecroVisioN Lost Company
Neon Chrome
NeuroVoider
Nevermind
Next Hero
Niche(X2) 0.5€
Nidhogg 1€
Night Call NEW
Ninjin Clash Of Carrots
Neoverse NEW 1€
Octahedron
Of Orcs And Men NEW 0.5€
Old School Musical
Omen Exitio Plague
On Rusty Trails
One Piece Burning Blood NEW 4.5€
Onikira Demon Killer
Operation Flashpoint Dragon Rising 1.5€
OPUS The Day We Found Earth
Orbital Racer
Oriental Empires(X2)
Original War(X2)
Outcast Second Contact 1€
Overgrowth 1€
Overload NEW
Overlord II 1€
Override Mech City Brawl(X2)
Oxenfree NEW 1€
Pacify
Pac Man 256
Paper Fire Rookie
Paradigm
Passpartout The Starving Artist NEW 4.5€
Payday 2 NEW 2€
Penarium
Pikuniku 1.5€
Pinstripe 1€
Plague Inc Evolved NEW 6.5€
Poöf
Portal Knights NEW 3€
Pound Of Ground(X2)
Primal Carnage Extinction
Psychonauts NEW
Psychonauts In The Rhombus Of Ruin NEW
Puddle
Pumped BMX+
Punch Club
Purrfect Date(X2)
Puss 1€
Quest Of Dungeons
Rad(X2) NEW 1.5€
Rad Rodgers Radical Edition
Radio Commander 1€ NEW
Raiden V Director's Cut 0.5€
Railway Empire (EU locked) NEW 3€
Rain World NEW 2€
Rebel Galaxy
Redeemer Enhanced Edition NEW
Re-Legion
Remnants Of Naezith NEW
Replay VHS Is Not Dead
Republique NEW
Resident Evil 0 HD Remaster NEW 3€
Resident Evil Revelations 2 Complete NEW 4.5€
Rise Of Insanity
River City Ransom Underground
Road Redemption(X2) 1€
Rogue Stormers
Rusty Lake Paradise
RWBY Grimm Eclipse NEW 2.5€
Sakura Angels 1€
Samorost 3
Satellite Reign
Scribblenauts Unlimited NEW 1.5€
Serious Sam 3 BFE(X2) NEW 3€
Shadow Warrior 2 NEW
Shadows Awakening(X2) NEW 1€
Shadwen 1€
She Remembered Caterpillars
Sherlock Holmes The Devil's Daughter NEW 2€
Shock Troopers
Shuyan Saga
SimCity 4 Deluxe Edition
Sky Break 0.5€
Slipstream(X2)
Smoke And Sacrifice(X2)
Snake Pass
Sniper Elite V2 2€
Soma NEW
Songbringer
Sonic CD
Sonic The Hedgehog 4 Episode 1 & 2
Space Hulk Ascension
Sparkle 2
Sparkle Unleashed
Spec Ops The Line
Speed Brawl 1€
Spelunky NEW 2€
Stacking NEW
Star Trek(delisted) NEW 22€
Stasis
State Of Mind(X2) 1€
Stealth Bastard Deluxe
Stealth Inc 2 A Game Of Clones(X2)
Steel Rats
Stick Fight The Game(X2) NEW 1.5€
Strider
Stronghold 2 Steam Edition NEW 1€
Stygian Reign Of The Old Ones NEW
Styx Master Of Shadows NEW 1.5€
Sunless Bundle NEW 4€
Super Inefficient Golf
Super Panda Adventures
Surgeon Simulator Anniversary Edition NEW 1€
Surviving Mars 1.5€
Sword Legacy Omen(X2) 1€
Swords And Soldiers 2 Shawarmageddon 1€
Syberia II
Symmetry
Syndrome
Synthetik Legion Rising 5€
Take On Helicopters
Take On Mars
Tales From Candlekeep Tomb Of Annihilation(X2)
Talisman Digital Edition + City,Frostmarch,Sacred Pool NEW (trading only as a bundle) 2.5€
Tennis In The Face
Tennis World Tour NEW 3€
Tharsis(X2)
The Adventure Pals
The Bard's Tale IV Director's Cut NEW 1€
The Coma 2 Vicious Sisters 1€
The Darkness II
The Final Station
The Free Ones
The Gate Of Firmament
The Haunted Island
The Invisible Hours
The Journey Down Chapter Three
The King's Bird(X2) NEW
The King Of Fighters XIII Steam Edition
The Last Blade
The Last Leviathan
The Messenger NEW 1.5€
The Mims Beginning
The Night Of The Rabbit NEW
The Occupation 1€ NEW
The Rivers of Alice Extended Version
The Spatials
The Spiral Scouts 0.5€
The Stanley Parable NEW
The Stillness Of The Wind NEW
The Suicide Of Rachel Foster NEW 1.5€
The Testament Of Sherlock Holmes NEW 2€
The Town Of Light(X2)
The Turing Test 2€
The Uncertain Last Quiet Day(X2)
The Walking Dead + 400 Days NEW 2€
The Walking Vegetables
Them's Fightin' Herds(X2) 2€
Think Of The Children
This War Of Mine(X2) NEW 1€
Throne Of Lies Online Game Of Deceit
Through The Darkest Of Times
Tilt Brush NEW 1.5€
Timeshift 2.5€
Time Recoil
Titan Quest + Ragnarok NEW 5€
Tooth And Tail 2€
Torchlight(X2)
Torchlight II(X2) NEW 1.5€
Tower Unite NEW
Toybox Turbos 1€
Tracks The Train Set Game
Train Valley 2 NEW 1.5€
Treasure Hunter Simulator 1€
Tricky Towers NEW 4€
Tropico 4
Truberbrook
True Fear Forsaken Souls
Tyranny NEW 2.5€
Unbox Newbie's Adventure
Unexplored(X2)
Unloved NEW
Velocibox
Vikings Wolves Of Midgard NEW 1€
V Rally 4 NEW 2€
VVVVVV
Warhammer 40K Dawn Of War GOTY NEW 1€
Warhammer 40K Kill Team NEW
Warhammer End Times Vermintide NEW 1€
Wargroove NEW 2€
Warlock Master Of The Arcane
Warstone TD
We Are The Dwarves
We.The Revolution NEW 2€
When Ski Lifts Go Wrong(X2)
White Night
White Noise 2
Wings Of Vi(X2)
Wooden Sen'SeY
World's Dawn
World Of Goo
Worms Revolution
WRC 7 World Rally Championship 1.5€
Wurm Unlimited
Xenoraid The First Space War
Yet Another Zombie Defense HD
Ylands Exploration Pack
Yuppie Psycho NEW 1€
Zombie Army Trilogy NEW 7€
Zombie Kill Of The Week Reborn
Zombotron 1.5€

Programs:
Music Maker EDM Edition 4€

Some of the games from my wishlist:
Neon Abyss
Ion Fury
Wildfire
Roboquest
Fury Unleashed
Curse Of The Dead Gods
Heist
Children Of Morta
Nightmare Reaper
Amid Evil
...and about 100 more games

I'm from EU,so KEYS SHOULD work pretty much anywhere
My Wishlist or offer something(game or paypal)
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2020.10.30 23:16 dinkomaricic [H] My Friend Pedro, Blackwake, Shadow Warrior 2, Plague Inc Evolved, Crawl, Iconoclasts, SOMA, RE0HD, Dirt Rally 2.0, Gang Beasts, Tower Unite, Forts, Generation Zero, Layers Of Fear 2, One Piece Burning Blood, GRID Ultimate & 100's more [W] Wishlist, Paypal(EU), Offers

Read the disclaimer here before we agree on ANY trades

Due to recent issues regarding humblebundle suspending accounts I will provide keys ONLY-no gift links.You can read more in this announcement.

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My SGS Rep 85 trades
My IGS Rep 39 trades

I'm from EU,so KEYS SHOULD work pretty much anywhere

NOT BUYING GAMES,ONLY TRADES-games for games or selling for paypal
No interest in ANY RL,CSGO,TF2 or any other keys
BUYER covers the FEES(if outside EU,EU F&F only)

My Wishlist or offer something(game or paypal)

List of games I have:
10 Second Ninja X
11-11 Memories Retold 0.5€
60 Seconds! NEW 7€
911 Operator(X2) 0.5€
Aarklash Legacy 1€
A Case Of Distrust
A Good Snowman Is Hard To Build
A Year Of Rain NEW
Absolver 1.5€
Act of Aggression Reboot Edition NEW
Age Of Wonders III NEW
Agent A A Puzzle In Disguise
Agents Of Mayhem(X2) NEW 1.5€
AI War 2
Alien Spidy
All You Can Eat
Almost There The Platformer
American Fugitive(X2) NEW 1€
Ancestors Legacy NEW 1€
Anomaly Defenders
Anomaly Korea
Anomaly Warzone Earth
Anomaly 2
Archamon
Armello(X2) NEW
Asura Vengeance
Atari Vault
Attack Of The Earthlings
Automachef
Autonauts NEW 1€
Avernum 3 Ruined World 0.5€
Azkend 2 The World Beneath
Band Of Defenders
Baseball Riot
Basingstoke NEW
Bastion 1.5€
Batman The Enemy Within NEW 2.5€
Battalion 1944 NEW 3.5€
Battlezone Gold Edition NEW 1.5€
Battlestar Galactic Deadlock Season One NEW 2€
Battle Chasers Nightwar
Beat Hazard 2 NEW 1€
Beholder 2 1.5€
Beyond Eyes
Bird Of Light
Black Paradox
Blackwake(X2) NEW 3.5€
Blood Fresh Supply NEW
Bohemian Killing
Book Of Demons NEW 1€
Borderlands GOTY Enhanced NEW 3.5€
Borderlands The Handsome Collection NEW 4.5€
Boundless NEW 1€
Broforce NEW 2.5€
Broken Age(X2)
Brothers A Tale Of Two Sons 1€
Brutal Legend(X2)
Bulb Boy
Carnival Games VR
Carrier Command Gaea Mission
Castaway Paradise Town Building Sim
Catherine Classic NEW 2€
Caveblazers
Cities In Motion 1€
Cities In Motion 2(X2) 1€ + European Cities 1€
Clouds & Sheep 2
Coffin Dodgers
Company Of Heroes Complete NEW 5€
Concrete Jungle
Crawl(X2) NEW 3€
Crimsonland
Crouching Pony Hidden Dragon
Darkest Dungeon Shieldbreaker DLC
Dark Future Blood Red States
Day Of The Tentacle Remastered NEW 1.5€
Dead Age
Death Squared
Death's Hangover
Deadbeat Heroes(X2)
Deep Dungeons Of Doom
Deep Sky Derelicts
Deployment
Desert Child
Detention NEW
Dex NEW
Diaries Of A Spaceport Janitor
Dimension Drifter
DiRT 4 NEW 2€
Dirt Rally
Dirt Rally 2.0 + 3 DLC NEW 5€
Distance
Distraint 2
Distrust
Divekick 0.5€
Dog Sled Saga
Downwell
Driftland The Magic Revival 0.5€
DUCATI 90th Anniversary 1.5€
Dungeon Marathon
Dungeon Rats
Dungeons 2
Dustforce DX
Eador Imperium(X2)
Eastside Hockey Manager NEW
Eliza
Enslaved Odyssey To The West Premium Edition
Equilinox 1.5€
Escape Goat 2 NEW
E.T. Armies Deluxe Edition
Etherborn
Europa Universalis IV NEW 2€
Euro Truck Simulator 2 NEW 5€
Evergarden 0.5€
Event[0] NEW 5€
Evoland Legendary Edition NEW
Extinction
F1 2018(X2) NEW 1.5€
F1 2019 NEW 2.5€
Fantasy Blacksmith NEW
Fantasy Versus
FarSky
Fear Effect Sedna
Feather
Felix The Reaper NEW 1.5€
Figment(X2) 1.5€
Fire Ungh's Quest NEW
Forts NEW 7€
Fluffy Horde
Framed Collection
Full Throttle Remastered NEW 1.5€
Fun With Ragdolls The Game NEW 1€
Gang Beasts NEW
Garage Bad Trip 1.5€
Gas Guzzlers Extreme
Gato Roboto
Gauge
Generation Zero NEW 4€
Get Even 1€
Giana Sisters Twisted Dreams+DLC
GIBZ
GNOG
Goat Of Duty NEW 1€
Goetia(X2)
GoNNER BLüEBERRY EDiTION(X2)
Grand Ages Medieval
Grand Pigeon's Duty
Graveyard Keeper NEW 3€
Gremlins Inc. 1€
Grey Goo Definitive Edition 1€
GRID Autosport 2€ NEW
GRID(2019) Ultimate Edition(X2) NEW 3.5€
Grim Fandango Remastered NEW 1.5€
Grip Combat Racing NEW 1€
Guards Of The Gate
Gunman Tales
Guilty Gear Isuka
Guns Gore & Cannoli 1€
Guns Gore & Canolli 2 NEW 2€
Hacknet(X2) + Labyrinths DLC
Hammerfight
Headlander NEW
Hello Neighbor NEW 1.5€
Hello Neighbor Hide & Seek NEW 1€
Hero Defense
Hero Of The Kingdom III
Heroes Of The Monkey Tavern
Hive Jump(X2)
Hiveswap Act 1(X2)
Horace NEW 1€
Hotline Miami(X3) 1€
Hotline Miami 2 NEW 2€
Hotline Miami 2 Digital Special Edition NEW 2.5€
Hot Tin Roof The Cat That Wore A Fedora
Hover
I Am Not A Monster
Iconoclasts NEW 5€
Immortal Planet(X2)
Impact Winter
Infinite Air With Mark McMorris(delisted) 4€
In Between
Interplanetary Enhanced Edition
Iron Danger NEW 1€
Jalopy NEW 2.5€
Jet Set Knights
Juanito Arcade Mayhem
Jump Stars
Kathy Rain NEW
Kill To Collect
Killing Floor 1 1€
Kingdom Classic
King Oddball
Last Tide NEW 3€
Layers Of Fear 2 NEW 5€
Legacy Of Dorn Herald Of Oblivion NEW
Lifeless Planet Premium Edition
Lightmatter NEW 1€
Love Is Dead
MagiCat
Magrunner Dark Pulse
Mainlining
Masquerada Songs And Shadows
Masquerade The Baubles Of Doom
Massive Chalice NEW
Medieval Kingdom Wars
Men Of War Assault Squad 2 War Chest Edition NEW 2.5€
Metal Unit NEW
Minion Masters Premium NEW 8€
Molek Syntez
Monochroma
MotoGP 15
Mr. Shifty
MXGP Official Motocross Videogame
My Friend Pedro NEW 3€
Nairi Tower Of Shirin 0.5€
NecroVisioN Lost Company
Neon Chrome
NeuroVoider
Nevermind
Next Hero
Niche(X2) 0.5€
Nidhogg 1€
Night Call NEW
Ninjin Clash Of Carrots
Neoverse NEW 1€
Octahedron
Of Orcs And Men NEW 0.5€
Old School Musical
Omen Exitio Plague
On Rusty Trails
One Piece Burning Blood NEW 4.5€
Onikira Demon Killer
Operation Flashpoint Dragon Rising 1.5€
OPUS The Day We Found Earth
Orbital Racer
Oriental Empires(X2)
Original War(X2)
Outcast Second Contact 1€
Overgrowth 1€
Overload NEW
Overlord II 1€
Override Mech City Brawl(X2)
Oxenfree NEW 1€
Pacify
Pac Man 256
Paper Fire Rookie
Paradigm
Passpartout The Starving Artist NEW 4.5€
Payday 2 NEW 2€
Penarium
Pikuniku 1.5€
Pinstripe 1€
Plague Inc Evolved NEW 6.5€
Poöf
Portal Knights NEW 3€
Pound Of Ground(X2)
Primal Carnage Extinction
Psychonauts NEW
Psychonauts In The Rhombus Of Ruin NEW
Puddle
Pumped BMX+
Punch Club
Purrfect Date(X2)
Puss 1€
Quest Of Dungeons
Rad(X2) NEW 1.5€
Rad Rodgers Radical Edition
Radio Commander 1€ NEW
Raiden V Director's Cut 0.5€
Railway Empire (EU locked) NEW 3€
Rain World NEW 2€
Rebel Galaxy
Redeemer Enhanced Edition NEW
Re-Legion
Remnants Of Naezith NEW
Replay VHS Is Not Dead
Republique NEW
Resident Evil 0 HD Remaster NEW 3€
Resident Evil Revelations 2 Complete NEW 4.5€
Rise Of Insanity
River City Ransom Underground
Road Redemption(X2) 1€
Rogue Stormers
Rusty Lake Paradise
RWBY Grimm Eclipse NEW 2.5€
Sakura Angels 1€
Samorost 3
Satellite Reign
Scribblenauts Unlimited NEW 1.5€
Serious Sam 3 BFE(X2) NEW 3€
Shadow Warrior 2 NEW
Shadows Awakening(X2) NEW 1€
Shadwen 1€
She Remembered Caterpillars
Sherlock Holmes The Devil's Daughter NEW 2€
Shock Troopers
Shuyan Saga
SimCity 4 Deluxe Edition
Sky Break 0.5€
Slipstream(X2)
Smoke And Sacrifice(X2)
Snake Pass
Sniper Elite V2 2€
Soma NEW
Songbringer
Sonic CD
Sonic The Hedgehog 4 Episode 1 & 2
Space Hulk Ascension
Sparkle 2
Sparkle Unleashed
Spec Ops The Line
Speed Brawl 1€
Spelunky NEW 2€
Stacking NEW
Star Trek(delisted) NEW 22€
Stasis
State Of Mind(X2) 1€
Stealth Bastard Deluxe
Stealth Inc 2 A Game Of Clones(X2)
Steel Rats
Stick Fight The Game(X2) NEW 1.5€
Strider
Stronghold 2 Steam Edition NEW 1€
Stygian Reign Of The Old Ones NEW
Styx Master Of Shadows NEW 1.5€
Sunless Bundle NEW 4€
Super Inefficient Golf
Super Panda Adventures
Surgeon Simulator Anniversary Edition NEW 1€
Surviving Mars 1.5€
Sword Legacy Omen(X2) 1€
Swords And Soldiers 2 Shawarmageddon 1€
Syberia II
Symmetry
Syndrome
Synthetik Legion Rising 5€
Take On Helicopters
Take On Mars
Tales From Candlekeep Tomb Of Annihilation(X2)
Talisman Digital Edition + City,Frostmarch,Sacred Pool NEW (trading only as a bundle) 2.5€
Tennis In The Face
Tennis World Tour NEW 3€
Tharsis(X2)
The Adventure Pals
The Bard's Tale IV Director's Cut NEW 1€
The Coma 2 Vicious Sisters 1€
The Darkness II
The Final Station
The Free Ones
The Gate Of Firmament
The Haunted Island
The Invisible Hours
The Journey Down Chapter Three
The King's Bird(X2) NEW
The King Of Fighters XIII Steam Edition
The Last Blade
The Last Leviathan
The Messenger NEW 1.5€
The Mims Beginning
The Night Of The Rabbit NEW
The Occupation 1€ NEW
The Rivers of Alice Extended Version
The Spatials
The Spiral Scouts 0.5€
The Stanley Parable NEW
The Stillness Of The Wind NEW
The Suicide Of Rachel Foster NEW 1.5€
The Testament Of Sherlock Holmes NEW 2€
The Town Of Light(X2)
The Turing Test 2€
The Uncertain Last Quiet Day(X2)
The Walking Dead + 400 Days NEW 2€
The Walking Vegetables
Them's Fightin' Herds(X2) 2€
Think Of The Children
This War Of Mine(X2) NEW 1€
Throne Of Lies Online Game Of Deceit
Through The Darkest Of Times
Tilt Brush NEW 1.5€
Timeshift 2.5€
Time Recoil
Titan Quest + Ragnarok NEW 5€
Tooth And Tail 2€
Torchlight(X2)
Torchlight II(X2) NEW 1.5€
Tower Unite NEW
Toybox Turbos 1€
Tracks The Train Set Game
Train Valley 2 NEW 1.5€
Treasure Hunter Simulator 1€
Tricky Towers NEW 4€
Tropico 4
Truberbrook
True Fear Forsaken Souls
Tyranny NEW 2.5€
Unbox Newbie's Adventure
Unexplored(X2)
Unloved NEW
Velocibox
Vikings Wolves Of Midgard NEW 1€
V Rally 4 NEW 2€
VVVVVV
Warhammer 40K Dawn Of War GOTY NEW 1€
Warhammer 40K Kill Team NEW
Warhammer End Times Vermintide NEW 1€
Wargroove NEW 2€
Warlock Master Of The Arcane
Warstone TD
We Are The Dwarves
We.The Revolution NEW 2€
When Ski Lifts Go Wrong(X2)
White Night
White Noise 2
Wings Of Vi(X2)
Wooden Sen'SeY
World's Dawn
World Of Goo
Worms Revolution
WRC 7 World Rally Championship 1.5€
Wurm Unlimited
Xenoraid The First Space War
Yet Another Zombie Defense HD
Ylands Exploration Pack
Yuppie Psycho NEW 1€
Zombie Army Trilogy NEW 7€
Zombie Kill Of The Week Reborn
Zombotron 1.5€

Programs:
Music Maker EDM Edition 4€

Some of the games from my wishlist:
Neon Abyss
Ion Fury
Wildfire
Roboquest
Fury Unleashed
Curse Of The Dead Gods
Heist
Children Of Morta
Nightmare Reaper
Amid Evil
...and about 100 more games

I'm from EU,so KEYS SHOULD work pretty much anywhere
My Wishlist or offer something(game or paypal)
DONT TRY TO ADD ME ON STEAM OR SEND A PM BEFORE YOU POST IN THIS TOPIC-WILL NOT ANSWER YOU
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2020.10.30 18:08 ScrapyardGod [Scrapyard of the Gods] [Derby] - Chapter 11

Take a look at the Derby if you get the chance.
First
Cover Art
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“Holland?” He’d heard his name spoken like that four times in his life. Once to tell him to follow his mother. Twice to tell him to get his guns. Once precluding last words. “I think someone’s following us.”
Silvea’s words were followed by Triska’s head shooting up. The dog stared off into the distance, eyes focused as a sniper, before she put back her head and howled.
“Shit.”
Holland put his foot to the floor, tearing them down the next dune. The car fought and jostled with him the whole way down, gravity telling it how fun it would be to roll onto its back and keep going. He cut right at the bottom and almost lost, somehow managing to keep them the right way up. Silvea squealed in the backseat.
“Easy, sister.” Holland gunned it along the valley, trying to get as far out of the way as possible. Nothing aggressive, nothing that would give them an excuse. “They’re probably not here for us.”
“What?” There was genuine aggrievement in Silvea’s voice, as if she really couldn’t believe it was chance. Poor girl probably thought there were no coincidences. She’d have to learn life was nothing but coincidences. “So they just so happen to be going the same way as us?”
“Yeah? You think Tsuk is the only person who knows math?” She wasn’t even the best at it, the best had gone with Lord Guido. Though she’d tear his tongue out if he suggested it. “They’re probably headed to the crash site, same as we are.”
Holland knew what she’d suggest next. It’s what he would have thought ten years ago when he was fresh to the business.
“Then we should stop them. Slow them down!” He fought not to roll his eyes as he looked for a good spot to stop and wait. “Isn’t the point getting there first?”
“I’d agree with you if we were in a convoy, but what are two of us and a dog going to do against anyone?” One or two craft, maybe. But this whole adventure was a bad idea from the start and he wasn’t about to take risks. “If they get to the site before us, oh well, we go home empty handed.”
“But Tsuk said-”
“Tsuk’s ‘save the world’ plan is bullshit to begin with and not going anywhere if we die.” Holland brought them to a crawl at the base of one of the dunes, tuning the engine down low enough to hear. Sure enough, in the distance, the high roar of several cars moving together. He reached over and put a hand on Triska’s back before she could start another howl. “Mights or maybes aren’t worth your life. If you die, whether it was possible or not doesn’t matter. You’re dead.”
He turned and found himself face to face with a girl who desperately wanted to say something. It burned behind her eyes like a bonfire breaking its enclosure.
Whatever it was, it didn’t get a chance to escape.
Holland noticed white smoke in the sky.
“Okay. Nevermind, they are here for us.” The canister had a high arc, high enough to make damn sure he could see it no matter now deep in the dunes they were. And unless there was another convoy of cars that just so happened to be in this area, someone wanted to talk.
Holland pushed their speed back up and turned towards the dune, climbing towards the peak. He heard Silvea squeak as she slipped back into her seat, then start sputtering with rage.
“Really?! After that whole speech?!” He could almost hear her teeth gnashing, but he kept his eyes ahead. Didn’t want to get buried under a sandslide, that’d just be embarrassing after all the pageantry.
“They already know we’re here and they want to talk. Might as well call them, otherwise they’ll just ride up and do it in person. Might as well have some range.” As they reached the top, Holland could see the dust receding. Sure enough, there were six shapes on another dune, the smoke trail leading right to them. A figure sat up on one of the cars shifted, faintly raising a hand.
Lord Guido was still out here, they could be a scouting force.
“Okay, let’s see what they want.” Silvea glared daggers at him as he tuned to the public channel. He put a hand on Triska’s head to halt her whining and brought the microphone to his lips. “Unknown convoy, this is a response to a parlay signal, please identify yourselves.”
“Georgia Boy!”
Holland’s grip went white-knuckled as the voice exploded out of his radio. Triska bristled like she’d been struck, growling at the mic in his hands.
“And is that Triska I hear? You really need to get a handle on that dog.” Jen tsked at them. “It’s not a good look, an upstanding man like yourself having a snarling beast at his feet.”
“What do you want, Jen?” Holland tore open the glovebox and dug until he found his binoculars. The figure was still standing on top of the car and though he wanted it to be anyone else, he only became more clear with magnification.
The tacky suit was gone, replaced by desert leathers and (of all things) a crossbow. He had the same weasel grin on his face. The big guy was there, now holding a revolver instead of a book. And so was Butcher Bevvy, staring him down across the distance.
“Straight and to the point. I always liked that.” Jen gave a mocking salute with one hand, the other clutching his radio. “But couldn’t you humor me with pleasantries? Just once?”
“Being stalked puts me in the wrong mood.” Holland dug in the glovebox again until he found his pistol. Not the stinger, that was proudly on his hip. This was a cold iron, fully loaded and ready for bear. He wordlessly handed it to Silvea.
The girl stared at it like a snake about to lunge. Like she’d never held a gun in her life.
She probably hadn’t. Wellworn pansy spacers, didn’t they give the girl anything useful?
“Stalked? No, no, no, this is just a happy accident. I didn’t even know you were gone until I sent one of my boys to your keeper for oil.” Jen pointed to someone Holland didn’t know or care about and gave a jaunty wave. “Tsuk’s a real slavedriver, huh? But what a surprise to find us going the same way.”
“Yeah. Surprise.” Tsuk wouldn’t have let on where he was going and Jen sure as hell didn’t have anyone smart enough for orbital mechanics. Someone would have to come get him. Someone who already knew where it was. The scavs were already there.
“You really aren’t up to talking, Georgie. Pity.” Holland dropped the binoculars just as Jen dropped himself back in his seat. The dune sea was a good place to hide if they couldn’t see you, but that crew was close enough that they could follow the tire tracks. His only option was to gun it and hope Tsuk’s engineering won out. “Fine. To the chase. We want the girl.”
Holland’s thoughts crashed into a brick wall. A muted gasp came from behind. He glanced up into the mirror, terrified brown eyes staring back at him.
“What girl?” he asked, trying to bury the shock under genuine confusion. “You think I’d bring her all the way out here?”
“So that wasn’t her I heard in the background just now?” Jen replied, smug as he’d ever been. Silvea clapped a hand over her mouth, far too late. “Come on, you don’t have to play coy out here. You’ve...been in this business before.”
Holland’s teeth ground tight and he nearly snapped the mic’s cable then and there.
“Albeit from a different side. You know how valuable survivors are.” There was a breath on the other side and Holland could picture Jen leaning real close to the receiver, as if whispering right into his ear. “It would make a really good introduction gift.”
For just a moment he was among the trees, staring up at another reedy man crouched on a throne carved from living rock.
“Hand her over. Come with us. I can give you a grand entrance to wow-”
Holland slammed his foot to the floor, the wheels of his car spinning. In a flash they were rocketing down the cliff, fast enough to drive him back into the seat. Triska yelped, Silvea screamed, but both of them were dead if they didn’t go now.
The sand kicked up in a wave behind them, big and noticeable.
“Ah, always the noble prick...boys, girls, Dylan. Get him.”
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The pistol was heavy. Heavier than it looked in all the movies. It must have been loaded, he didn’t give her any ammo. She held it out between the tips of her fingers, almost dropped it when he started driving, and tried desperately to keep it pointed at the floor.
Silvea wanted to go home. Their apartment, the ship, that dingy little storage room, anything but this.
“H-Holland, it’s a gun,” she said, feeling like an idiot. The man didn’t look at her, not even through the mirror. His eyes were fixed ahead as he tore down the side of the dune, swearing to a void a field of rusted spikes poking out of the sand. The car bounced every direction, turning Triska into a pile of bristling fur and angry barks.
“I know it’s a gun, that’s why I gave it to you.” They hit the bottom of the hill and started on the next one, breaking across halfway there. The dune rumbled ominously, but they stayed on course.
“I don’t-”
“The tiny button on the left side is the safety, flick that off if they catch up to us. Hold it in your dominant hand and support the wrist with the other. Look straight down the top for the little green light, point that center of mass to whatever you want to hit. Do NOT point it at anyone you don’t want to shoot. Pull the trigger and pray.” Holland rattled off the words at the same clip as their car, tearing across the sand. Where was it going? Where were they supposed to go?! “You got it?”
“Holland, I can’t-”
“They want to cut you up for your implants!” he screamed, voice hitting a low pitch. “KIll now and cry later!”
Shit.
SHIT.
Implants.
Silvea switched on her HUD, left dormant from uselessness. The gun was outlined in faint yellow, ‘Unknown Model’ floating in a box next to it. Then a long, scrolling text about legal permissions to use firearms. It took minutes to get to the part where it gave her a godsdamned crosshair!
By that point, she could hear the cars closing on them.
One rocketed over the edge of a dune above them, landing in a shower of sand and speeding forward. Only two people could fit on this one, a driver and a passenger in the back. The passenger was strapped in and holding a rifle.
It cracked like nothing she’d heard before, sparks shooting up from the side of their car.
Holland swore and cut left, slamming her into her seat. The little car darted past them. Silvea could hear laughter.
Then two more leaped over the top of the dune followed by a four-seater. It tore all the sand off the top of a wreck, revealing an old, incomprehensible sigil.
“Holland!”
“I know!” Their car roared through the sand as the little ones surrounded them, another bullet pinging off one of the bars above her. The four-seater rolled in straight behind, matching their path through the hills. Gaining fast. “Tsuk’s car should beat theirs, what the hell do they have!?”
“I don’t know if I can shoot someone,” she said, her voice shaking as much as the car. Another shot, this one high over their heads. Deliberate. The fuckers were playing with them!
“Learn fast, we don’t have-”
The dune in front of them exploded, Holland’s words cut off by a scream. Another car, bigger than theirs, rounding the bend at full speed. It turned before she could get a real look, a complete 180 without so much as slowing down, putting it right beside them.
“Hello Georgie!” Jen yelled, his eyes hidden behind shining goggles, almost as bright as his teeth. The car shook as the passengers threw metal clips over the side, magnetic clamps locking their cars together. Holland grunted as the wheel threw him off, the whole car tilting to the left. “Fancy meeting you here!”
“Fucking what?!” Holland shouted, his eyes alight with panic.
“Oh, just a trick I picked up. You there, girl.” Jen snapped, turning his head towards Silvea. The rest of the car followed, three menacing figures staring her down. “If you could just hop over to our car-”
Silvea brought up the pistol. He was right there, standing in the middle of the car like a jackass. Alight the crosshair, safety off, hand under wrist….
“Oh please, like you have the guts-”
Silvea fired, the kick pushing at her hands and she could feel the bones click together. Jen flinched, looking over his shoulder before patting down his chest.
“...Okay. You have the guts, just not the ability. Bev?”
The woman screamed, her eyes wild as she crossed the cars and slammed into Holland. Triska howled, mixing with a scream of pain.
“Holland!” Silvea reached for her seatbelt only to feel the car shake. The big guy, the one who’d been at the door, had climbed over into the backseat.
“Don’t even bother little girl, we got places to be.” He caught Silvea’s fist like it was standing still, squeezing it till it hurt. His other arm nudged aside the gun before she could fire, reaching for the buckle of her seatbelt.
Silvea shifted back, jamming her side overtop it. He growled and closed his hand around her shoulder, trying to move her. She could hear Holland screaming, a punch connecting.
“Stop squirming already!” The man slammed a knee onto her legs, keeping her from kicking as he glared dead in her eyes. Everything was heavy to begin with, this man was built like a hauler, she couldn’t move.
“Kal. Kal!” Jen called, faint in her ears as the blood rushed in, Kal doing his best to dislocate her shoulder. “Just break her neck and let’s go! We don’t need her alive.”
“Break her-boss, that’s kind of personal.” Kal’s face went skittish, looking back towards Jen. His grip let up. Just a little. “I thought Bev wanted to do it.”
“Bev’s getting her blood already!” At this, the woman laughed, Holland screaming harder. Silvea saw a flash of the woman’s face, his arm pressed across her collar. Triska howling and scrabbling against the straps that bound her. “Your mom sent you out to be a shitkicker, stop whining about it and do your fucking job!”
If Triska were free, she could….
If Silvea was free.
“Alright, alright, fine.” Kal turned back to her. He still missed her hand snaking down to her hip, finding the buckle. It snapped back the second she touched it, ramming straight into his hand.
Kal screamed and flinched back and Silvea rushed forward, burying her forehead into his nose. He fell against the far side of the car, the weight lifting. She scooped up the gun from the seat.
It was a wild shot, half blind and all panicking as she pointed the thing at Bev. But the noise, the flash and crack of gunpowder startled the butcher, just enough for a fist to connect with her jaw.
Holland rose up, his face streaming blood from claw marks straight down the side. He slammed Bev into the wheel, raining blows down onto her face. Jen swore in a language she’d never heard and Silvea saw him line up his crossbow.
This time, luck held with Silvea.
Jen screamed as his shoulder flashed red, dropping the crossbow and letting the bolt thump in the seat below him. She heard flesh hit metal and saw Bev pushed back to the space between cars by Holland’s boot.
Then a snap and a howl and Triska was charging overtop of him, tackling Bev back into her own car.
Silvea cheered when heavy hands closed around her throat, Kal dragging her up. Blood ran down his face, a stream of it through his nose.
“Fucking felt bad about this,” he growled, squeezing hard. Silvea felt something click in her neck, a warning flashing in her vision about suffocation, her own fingers digging against his, ineffectual as clawing steel.
He pressed his thumb to the base of her throat and-
“COVER YOUR EARS!”
Kal flinched, but not so much as Silvea, clapping her hands to her head on instinct. She saw one flash of panic in Kal’s eyes before there was a noise louder than rockets. The fingers at her neck went slack. She watched a man's face dissolve, become nothing but red shapes and scattered bits in less time than it took to blink.
She shoved the corpse until it fell back into the seat, coughing too hard to scream.
Holland had a second gun, this one big and shiny, one barrel smoking. He turned the second towards Jen and it roared, drowning the man’s scream as he was peppered with little splotches of red, nearly falling out of the car.
Holland whistled and Triska’s head popped up, her teeth stained with blood and froth at her mouth. Silvea could see the driver just beyond her, screaming his head off as he fought to keep both their cars steady.
“Get the clamp,” Holland told her, slamming his fist down on the far side of his as Triska leaped over him and back into her seat. The thing beeped and snapped open, their car rocking as one wheel was dropped back into the sand.
Silvea forced herself forward, still hacking up a lung, and did the same to hers, releasing the car. Immediately Jen’s car sped forward, their own sliding across the sand as Holland took hold of the wheel.
Holland screamed something about a seatbelt, but Silvea was too busy hanging on to the side of the car. The corpse flopped against her back and she fought the urge to scream, her stomach lurching as the car tilted upwards. Holland kept screaming. Louder, louder, louder…
There was a noise. Softer than a gunshot, but far louder. Another noise, a heavy thump against the sand.
Light from behind her as the entire world lurched upward. Holland screaming Triska’s name.
Her back hitting the bars surrounding the car.
Pitch black.
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2020.10.30 09:19 A-friendly-fellow Arin Route

Oops, behind schedule once again. This ended up being my longest pitch to date and possibly beating Nahara as the favourite one I've done.
It is long past school hours but since there is much studying to catch up on, Paige Turner still sits in the library. She has tried in vain to convince her brother Reed to leave her but he is too much of a responsible big brother for his own good.
Just then, Arin, graduate student and student-teacher, emerges from between the book cases. Why they're still around so late would be a good question if the siblings weren't in the same situation. Arin urges the two to go home while Paige's heart is sent aflutter and her tongue unable to formulate any cohesive sounds. Reed takes advantage of her flustered state, hauls her to her feet and drags her away.
On the way back to their dorm, Reed begins the teasing process on Paige's intense crush on the student-teacher. Paige laments that she can't even talk to them let alone tell them how she feels.
Next day goes by uneventfully with Paige staring wistfully at Arin as usual and that night she and Reed find themselves once again in the library. Once again they emerge, eyebrow cocked in amusement. This time Paige does speak, asking why are they always here at these hours.
Before they can respond there is a sound, a flash of light almost imperceptible. Arin curses under their breath and is more urgent that the siblings leave and if they could do so quickly that would be ideal. Before they can leave however a man rounds the corner. He is wearing a suit of medieval white armour complete with a full helmet. The siblings are flabbergasted by the sight of a stranger straight out of a renaissance fair but Arin is, while also shocked, they are for very different reasons. They speak softly to the two.
Arin: “Listen to me you two. Don't worry about me, you need to get out of here. Now.” Knight: “Surrender.” Arin: “That's not happening.” Knight: “This is your final warning. Surrender, Dragon, or it will be the end for you.” (Wait, what? Dragon?)
The stranger draws his sword from his sheathe, the blade glows a pulsating white light. Arin gasps and staggers back, Paige hears them mutter “no...” under their breath. They sharply order the siblings to stay back as the knight charges forward.
Another unfamiliar voice calls out. “Valdemar!”A tall man with pink hair of about Reed's age rushes in from seemingly nowhere also wielding a sword and block's the knight's charge, or Valdemar as it appears.
Valdemar and the new guy trade blows until two more enter the fray: A woman in a witch's garb and a man wielding a pair of some kind of punch daggers. Outnumbered, Valdemar retreats, revealing a tunnel Paige has never seen before. Arin and the three give chase with Reed and Paige trailing at a safe distance behind. They enter another library, one that looks like no one has set foot inside for many years. Valdemar is gone.
The boy with the sword introduces himself as Lucas, a prince... At this point there really should be some explanation about what the hell is going on. Paige is getting pretty miffed at how confusing everything is.
So that is what happens. The three strangers, Nora, Ezra and Lucas, are from a far, far away land and arrived to this world via the books in this secret area of the library that apparently have magical portals within them. Arin explains that popular fairy tales were written based on true events, though not entirely accurate in most cases. Nora is a witch, Ezra the famed Big Bad Wolf and Lucas would most closely resemble the Prince Charming of classic and widely known stories. The only difference with him is it's not the princesses he tends to go for.
Lucas: “So... you don't know any of this?” He turns to Arin. Lucas: “I was under the impression she was your ward.” Arin: “I don't have a ward.” Nora: “Wait, what? But the connection is so strong.” Reed: “Yeah so about that...” Paige: “Why did he call you dragon!” I speak quickly before he can finish that, shooting him a glare. Paige: “That guy, Valdemar? That's what he called you.”
Arin explains that they are in fact a dragon, noble creatures that act as guardians of wealth. Typically one associate dragons with money; gold, gems and the like, but there are many types of wealth. Arin in particular is a guardian of knowledge.
Arin: “Think of it like this. the school is the cave that harbours the wealth, the knowledge, while the library is the, hmm, stash or hoard of the tools of that knowledge. Paige: The books. Arin: “Yes. Though I tend to be tidier than your average dragon.”
When it comes to the topic of the knight, Arin expresses great concern about Valdemar's sword, a magical blade that has the ability to slay a dragon. Lucas was chasing after Valdemar and followed him here. As for Ezra and Nora, they don't know how or why they got here. One thing is for sure. For whatever reason Valdemar has targeted Arin.
Paige finds herself alone in step with Arin and asks about Lucas' mention of a ward. Arin explains that when a dragon becomes a guardian they are entrusted with a ward, traditionally a princess though it can be anyone. The ward is a vessel of the dragon's magic, requiring a close bond to the dragon. This can manifest many forms. A lifelong friendship, sense of family and sometimes, in rare circumstances, a romance. That bond forms dragon magic which both dragon and ward can harness. All dragons have one when they become guardians but Arin lost theirs a long time ago, a dear friend who died. When that happens that which contains the dragon magic is gone, meaning neither ward nor dragon has access to it. This is the predicament Arin is in now and has been since they lost their friend.
From here on the story centers around preparing against Valdemar's second attack while Arin and Paige grow closer together. Still at friend stage for now, but thus has Paige's crush form into deeper levels of feelings. Meanwhile Omar is revealed to be Aladdin, not the same one of legend but he is of that world.
The second attack arrives and Valdemar is even stronger than before. Lucas is barely able to hold the knight back, his sword emitting a blinding white light. Ezra enters the fray but even the two together, with Nora's spells and Omar's, are unable to hold him back as he moves closer to Arin.
Suddenly Paige is inexplicably shrouded in an angelic aura. She looks at Arin who's eyes are wide with realisation. They turn back to the knight, takes a deep breath, then a gust of flame bursts out of his mouth, engulfing Valdemar. He isn't slain but he is driven back and retreats.
Paige and Arin stare at each other. Both slowly come to the realisation of what happened. Arin has a ward and that ward is Paige.
It doesn't take long before Valdemar strikes once more. This time not a direct approach but one to hopefully sever that bond and prevent Arin from using their magic. He kidnaps Paige and brings her into the fantasy world, holding her in a tower. From here she has a costume change and learns of Valdemar's plan to sever the bond and use the magic himself. He wishes to overthrow the king and place himself on the Garnet throne. Paige spends her time in captivity learning of Valdemar's plans and thwarting his attempts any way she can while doing so. She eventually learns to harness dragon magic to communicate with Arin, relaying information to them and the others as they work to free her. Paige and Arin talk through her magical communication link and she admits to having feelings for them. They knew, it was kind of extremely obvious, but they didn't know how to deal with it. Perhaps they ought to discuss it after she is freed.
Later, Paige makes a discovery that shocks her. Valdemar was Arin's ward. He didn't die as Arin suspected, their connection was lost because they thought he was dead.
Paige watches her brother, friends and Arin through her scrying magic and guiding them to her, scouting the area around them to keep them from danger. That night she talks to Arin and they speak of their previous ward. He was not Valdemar before, he went by a different name. When Arin was called to be the guardian of wealth and given a ward the two had a friendship that created a powerful bond that was felt through the magic they harboured. One day a warlord attacked and raised the grand library, where they resided before the one in the school. They and he fought as best they could but failed, forcing Arin to flee. The last thing they heard was the cries of their friend and soon their bond was severed and thus their magic was lost. Later they stumbled on a portal to the mundane world and moved the wealth they swore to protect to the hidden area in the library. They had no access to their dragon magic until the bond between them and Paige was created. Except now they know Valdemar didn't die. He survived and now seeks to slay them.
The group at last reach Paige and storm the tower to free her. Valdemar bursts into her room with the intent to kill her and severing Arin's access to their magic once more. He grabs Paige and hurls her out the window. As she falls she feels a powerful wave of magic course through her, then a loud beating of wings and something underneath grabbing her. A magnificent red dragon, scales catching the sunlight. The bond makes it clear. It is Arin.
They fly back to the ground, setting her down. Then the walls of the tower begin to crack as if something is inside trying to get out. Two wings explode out of the walls sending stones flying. A dragon, black like charcoal, in the place where Valdemar used to be. The group flee back to the school in the mundane world.
After they arrive back to relative safety and a costume change, Paige and the others discuss where to go from here. Now able to use magic without a ward Valdemar is as powerful as he has ever been. The combined strength of both dragon and ward might not be enough to defeat him. The team scour the books looking for anything that can help and eventually they come across a weapon: The Vorpal Blade, the weapon that slew the Jabberwocky, resides in a town far to the north called 'the Wabe'.
When night comes Paige and Arin are alone together and they speak of Valdemar, the name Arin's former friend now goes by. It is very clear that whoever this man is surely is no longer their friend. He may have not died that day but, whatever happened, he is now.
The conversation then moves to their relationship, Paige's feelings for Arin. As mentioned before they knew she was crushing on them, it was obvious, and they didn't really feel the same at first but they slowly began to feel something for her, It peaked close to when they first fought Valdemar and they regained their dragon magic, the first time a strong bond was created. But it was when they saw her falling from the tower did they realise that they don't want to live in a world, in any world, where she is not with them. Indeed they are falling for her and hard. They spend that night together.
The last chunk of the story is the preparation for the final battle. When the team is ready they travel to The Wabe and pick up the Vorpal blade. Not a sword as what everyone expected but a staff. Paige is able to wield her magic perfectly upon wielding it. They take the fight to Valdemar on a battlefield of scorched earth. Paige wields the Vorpal Blade and together they defeat the black dragon and save the kingdom.
After the celebration Arin is offered by the king, Lucas' father, a job as the guardian of a new grand library once it is erected. They turn it down, fully content to stay at the school for however many years left there is. The king accepts the response, stating the offer remains if ever they change their mind. Paige wonders whether she might want to live in the fantasy world. Reed more than likely will to stay with Lucas and so too her friends would want to go back. That's a while in the future yet though. Plenty of time to decide.
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2020.10.30 05:59 EmbezzleMan How do you find the line between boy scout and rogue rule breaker?

I work in the insurance industry for quite a large worldwide firm. I work in a large office with around 300 people.
I like to do stuff by the book and I mean absolutely everything... if something is £1 over my authority then I refer it. If I say I'll do 2 hours overtime, I'll actually work as hard as I can during those 2 hours. The 8 'mandatory' notes required on files, I'll actually put all 8 on all my files.
The problem is that I'm too perfect... It is actually a disadvantage though. I find my work colleagues cutting corners, skiving, taking advantage of the 'system', doing the bare minimum sometimes etc.
Some of them are long-term, some of them more senior and more qualified. I have only been in my career for about 3 years.
Because of my 'boy scout' behaviour, I'm usually left with more work or doing things the hard way. I see the opportunities to cut corners, but I'm very process driven and like to dot all the i's and cross all the t's but I feel like it isn't worth it for how hard I work and the quality of the work I do. - the resentment of my colleagues just keeps building up when I see they aren't doing something or getting away with something but not my place to say as it would just make me look like the office kid with a stick up his arse.
Any advice would be appreciated?
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2020.10.29 20:00 _call-me-al_ Thu, Oct 29 2020

worldnews

France hit by 'terror' attack as 'woman beheaded in church' and city shut down
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Coronavirus: France and Germany have announced second national lockdowns
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Record numbers of an endangered species of turtle have hatched on a beach in northern Mexico, believed to be the result of reduced human activity during the coronavirus pandemic.
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news

Virginia's governor signs legislation banning no-knock warrants
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Breonna Taylor grand jurors say police actions were 'negligent' and 'criminal'
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Gov. Roy Cooper signs executive order preventing N.C. evictions for those unable to pay rent
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science

China's aggressive policy of planting trees is likely playing a significant role in tempering its climate impacts.
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Media multitasking disrupts memory, even in young adults. Simultaneous TV, texting and Instagram lead to memory-sapping attention lapses.
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Testing sewage can provide an early warning of COVID-19 outbreaks, detecting community spread 3 to 5 days before hospital admissions rise.
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space

NASA and SpaceX targeting Nov. 14 for next crewed launch to ISS
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Doubts over a ‘possible sign of life’ on Venus show how science works
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model of Accretion disk formation & White dwarf star WD J0914+1914 using C++
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Futurology

The onshore wind cost has fallen to $26 a megawatt-hour, and utility-scale solar is $29. Forget coal - that means that building new wind and solar is now cheaper than keeping many existing gas plants running.
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Australians discover a paperclip sized brain implant that lets people control computers with their thoughts
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Scientists Discover the First Room-Temperature Superconductor
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AskReddit

People who asked for a pencil every single day in school. How is life going for you?
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The 1920s were known as the Roaring Twenties — what do you predict the 2020s will be nicknamed as?
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What are some oddly specific signs that someone’s a good person?
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todayilearned

TIL Ryan Reynolds paid $10,000 of his own money for the right to wear a shirt with The Golden Girl’s Bea Arthur on it in Deadpool. The estate agreed for a donation in that amount to a charity of their choosing. Ryan paid it himself because he felt you couldn’t have Deadpool without Bea Arthur.
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TIL a British nurse named Edith Cavell helped treat soldiers regardless of their nationalities in WWI. She also helped them escape from German occupied Belgium. When caught, she refused to lie about her actions and was executed by firing squad.
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TIL that in the Falklands, an abandoned minefield has accidentally become a penguin sanctuary. The mines were set in the Falklands conflict and have remained there since, keeping humans away. The local Magellanic penguins are too small to set them off and have thrived in the area.
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dataisbeautiful

The American public's confidence in religious institutions over time [OC]
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[OC] Distribution of emotions during the presidential debates analyzed using an expression recognition neural network
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[OC] 2016 vs 2020 Election Forecast Comparison
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Cooking

Cecilia Chiang, Who Brought Authentic Chinese Food to America, Dies at 100
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Yellow rice (الأرز الأصفر) is an iconic Middle Eastern side dish, served at restaurants and food carts worldwide. It's packed full of Tangy, Earthy and Umami flavors, and is really simple to make. Secret ingredient and recipe inside
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New favorite way to "stretch" chicken wings
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food

Chinese Sticky Ribs. [Pro/Chef]
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[Homemade] Bacon, Brie & Caramelised Onion Burger.
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[Homemade] Nachos!
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movies

Amazon Argues Users Don't Actually Own Purchased Prime Video Content
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Kung Pow: Enter The Fist is a sub-genre of film I wish had taken off. What other films were unique enough to be their own thing that just didn't catch on?
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I scraped IMDb's top 1,000 movies to make a hangman game
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Art

Carthasis, me, Oil on Canvas, 40”x 30”, 2018
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“BLT” oil, me, 2020
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Bicornaclops, Ryan Ottley, Pencils, 2015
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television

NBCUniversal CEO Says Peacock Is the 'Opposite of Quibi': 'We Have Stuff People Want to Watch'
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Bobby Ball: Cannon & Ball star dies aged 76 after testing positive for COVID-19
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‘Brave New World’ Canceled By Peacock After One Season
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pics

Sink area designed for drying
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My book got made into a webtoon that was advertised in Times Square
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A project I started two years ago on Reddit is now a 500 page fantasy novel!
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gifs

Smiling and waiving while doing insane plane aerobatics
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Road rage
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Sign him up for boxing
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educationalgifs

🏚 Hornets construct their homes from saliva and wood pulp they chew and fashion into a nest. The insects build these paper-like structures in areas that have plenty of shade and protection from the elements. A typical hornet nest consists of hexagonal combs, an outer covering, and a single entrance.
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A very bright but short chemiluminescent reaction! Chemicals used: 500ml ethyl acetate (solvent) 250mg rhodamine B (fluorescent dye) 15g bis(2,4-dinitrophenyl) oxalate 40ml, 30% hydrogen peroxide (oxidiser)
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Exposed corals on the Great Barrier Reef secrete mucus that acts as a sunscreen
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mildlyinteresting

My pup dug up a truffle in the backyard.
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The handicap spots at my local Mexican restaurant.
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Found a Snoopy house on my walk
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interestingasfuck

Lapis lazuli, easily the most historically significant gemstone! used since before antiquity, this famous deep blue and golden speckled stone has been used in everything from mummy tomb detailing, to being crushed into exquisite pigments!
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The subtle difference between Daniel Radcliffe and Elijah Wood
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cleft lip and cleft palate, two week surgery
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funny

[OC] Jellyfish sting
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I need answers
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Closet Monster [OC]
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2020.10.29 01:48 Erutious Halloween Visits

"Come on, Dad, let's go!"
My daughter stomped a slipper clad foot on the sidewalk as she looked back at me. I was sitting on the front steps of my childhood home, a well-loved cul-da-sac that was teaming with costumed children. The moon hung overhead, a ghostly sickle that presided over this Halloween night, and I was seated with my back against the smooth stairs and found my eyes tracking up the road. The children laughed and screamed as they stalked by. The street was a sea of superheroes, video game characters, colorful animals, and everything in between. I let my eyes drift past the excited pageantry, though.
I was looking for one costume in particular.
My mom smiled at me, slipping her hand into my daughters and giving her a little tug.
"Come on, hun. Your dad's waiting for someone. We'll go trick or treating while he waits."
My daughter looked interested, "Who are you waiting for, daddy?"
Of course, she wouldn't have remembered from last year. She had been excited about trick or treating, showing off her Wonder Woman costume, and swinging between my wife and mom's hands as they walked. However, my wife was six months pregnant this year and had opted out of the hour drive to get to my mom's house. She just smiled at me knowingly as I left and told me to tell him hi for her.
My mom smoothed her hair as it sat under the tall princess hat, "It's an old friend, dear. Your father meets him here every year."
"Well, you're gonna miss out on the candy." my daughter said incredulously.
I smiled, "That's okay, Cat. You go have fun with grandma, okay?"
She glanced back as they walked onto the cul-da-sac but was soon lost in the crowd and probably wouldn't think any more about the conversation. I leaned back, getting comfy as I waited for him to arrive as I did every year. In many ways, he was what I looked forward to most about this holiday. The candy was nice, the costumes were great, but seeing him was why I always came home on Halloween. No matter where I was, no matter what I was doing, I always came home for this one night in particular.
This was the night I got to see him.
This was the night I got to see Snarf.
Snarf was a mutt, a bull terrier mixed with a basset hound mixed with God knew what. We grew up together, he was just a puppy when I first got him, and he was my best friend for many years. I got him in kindergarten, which had been a difficult time in my life. I had been sheltered, my mother just a little bit overbearing, and I had never been around so many other kids in my life. I was not what you would call a popular child. I had thick glasses, I was overweight, and my isolation had made me painfully shy. The other kids, kids who had gone to daycare and cub scouts and t-ball together, took one look at me and dismissed me as a social outcast.
It's rough to be all alone at five years old.
My mom thought a dog might help my confidence, or at least ease some of my shyness. I think she really just wanted to make me happy, to see me come out of my funk, and she thought that something to love me back might help with that. My mom worked twelve hours a day, six days a week, and often I was left to the care of my grandmother. She loved me and always doted on me, but she wasn't always up for the games a five-year-old would be interested in. Now, I think that Snarf was a way for her to alleviate some of her guilt about leaving me alone so often.
Whatever the reason, I loved her for it.
We found him at the Humane Society, this little smiling puppy, and when he put his feet against the glass, I was already in love. He sat in the backseat with me the whole way home, head against stomach, panting happily as I scratched him behind the ears. He was that rare animal whose temperament never led him to jump up on people or bark for no reason. His accidents were few and far between, and he was easy to house train. We called him Snarf because he had a deviation in his nose that caused his barks to sound like snarfs instead. He was the best dog, the only dog that I ever owned, and after he came home, I do remember doing better in school. I was less anxious around the other kids, he got me out of the house more as I ran the neighborhood with him, and when I entered first grade, I had made a few friends that made the transition easier.
None of them, though, could hold a candle to my friendship with that little wiggling mass of fur and ears.
I was eternally thankful for the time I got with him, but it would never be enough.
The trio of Disney princesses said thank you as they ran to the next house in a flurry of skirts and sneakers. A pirate wondered up and gave me his best Arg, which I rewarded him for with a couple of little snickers bars. I sat up a little as I saw a small ghost, four legs poking from below a short bedsheet, but he turned and wagged at a larger ghost who was walking him. I sat back, scanning around, hoping he wouldn't be long.
I'd sit here all night if I had to.
I had Snarf for five years. He never left the yard, always bounding and yarking when we pulled into the driveway, so I never worried about him getting into trouble or being hit by a car. He was a good dog, a neighborhood favorite, and he should have lived a good long time.
He would have if it weren't for me.
Reggy moved onto the block when I was ten. I had a group of friends that I hung out with by then, Terry and Walt and Pattrick, and when the new boy had been seen unpacking boxes from his family's moving van, we had gone over to introduce ourselves. He was a big kid, tall and muscular, and it became apparent very quickly that he was going to be trouble. Five minutes of conversation was enough to let us know that his interests were different than ours. He had scoffed at our comic books, asked if we were babies when we'd asked about action figures, and had grinned at us when we asked about playing basketball in a way that made us nervous. He was a large, sneering boy, and we all decided to keep our distance from him.
But...he lived on the block, so he inevitably found a place in our games.
We were playing baseball when it happened. Reggy had seen us setting up and inserted himself into the game, as he usually did. We never invited him, he always just showed up, and we were too polite to tell him to buzz off. The problem was that Reggy didn't always play by the rules. We had been correct in our assumptions that he liked to hurt people. He had nearly broken Pattrick's wrist when he fowled him during basketball, and he had shoved Terry off his bike, skinning both knees in the fall, during a bike race. None of us wanted to play with him, but we were too afraid of him to tell him to go away.
The second he wandered up, I heard Snarf growl from my yard. Reggy was the only person I had ever seen elicit a growl out of my usually good-natured dog. Reggy had quickly learned not to come into my yard as Snarf would not tolerate him, which was fine with me. Unlike the others, whose houses he frequently came into, Snarf kept him out of my yard and his fingers off my stuff. I was careful to keep Snarf inside, though, when I wasn't outside. I'd seen the way Reggy's little pig eyes narrowed when he looked at my dog, and I was not too fond of it.
I wish I'd just put him inside when he started growling that day.
Reggy was up to bat, and we all prepared to get out of his way as he ran. Reggy did not believe in dropping the bat after he hit the ball, as the bruises on our ankles could attest, and as the ball went sailing off down the street, I dashed it. Reggy came running around first base, Terry and Pattrick nearing the other two bases as Walt moved off the manhole we were using as a pitchers mound to cover home. It bounced once before I grabbed it, turning to throw it when I heard Pattrick yell out in pain. I dropped the ball, sprinting towards them, as Reggy lifted the bat up to hit Pattrick again. Walt told me later that Reggy had crashed into Phillip, skinning his hand as he almost fell. In a rage, he had hit Patrick in the stomach and now prepared to bring the bat down on his head.
Fast as I was though, Snarf was faster.
He hit Reggy in the back, sending him reeling forward and dropping him into the street. He stood over Patrick, protectively, snarling and showing his teeth. Reggy was getting back up, shaking his head, but Snarf did not continue his attack. He just stood over Pattrick, the boy still frozen in surprise and fear, as Reggy got back on his feet. His knuckles turned white against the handle of the bat, and I saw him turn in slow motion. I was running for Pattrick, Walt and Terry were running for Pattrick, but none of us got there in time to make a difference.
Snarf was staring daggers at Reggy, but when I called his name, he looked towards me, tail wagging as he looked at me.
The bat crashed down on Snarf, and the pitiful noise he made sent a shard of glass through my guts.
Walt and Terry arrived in time to grab Pattrick under the arms and drag him away from the scene. I hit Reggy as hard as I could around the waist, dropping him to the concrete and sending the bat clinking across the pavement. Reggy hit his head on the concrete, and as the wind oofed out of him, I saw his eyes glaze a little from the impact. I got off him, picking up the bat and yelling at him to get out of here. I told him not to come near me, my friends, or my dog again. I said some of the adult words I knew, the cusses sounding high and whispery as I fought back the tears, and Reggy scrambled home on his hands and backside.
When I turned to look at Snarf, it was already too late.
I found myself glaring at Reggy's old house as I watched a pair of Transformers walk off with their chocolate. The house was occupied now, but it had been empty for quite sometime after that Halloween. Reggy's parents had refused to believe that their son had killed y dog, and when they told my mom about the scratches and scrapes their son had come home with, it was decided that we would drop it and not involve the police. "Reggy's parents are threatening to sue us for hospital costs, and I can't afford something like that, sweetie. I'm sorry about Snarf, but if we call the police, we'll be in trouble as well."
She had told me this, and I seethed in my ten-year-old heart.
I saw a big blond kid with a crew-cut walk up, dressed in a karate gi, and I almost didn't pass him anything, Reggy still on my mind. This kid could have passed for Reggy once upon a time, but his eyes didn't have that evil gleam in his eye. I smiled at him and nodded, and he left with a mock salute. Reggy had been bigger, Reggy had been meaner, but, in the end, Reggy had not been braver.
I had been inconsolable after the death of Snarf. I had pretended to be sick for a week, my mother letting me in the wake of my sadness. My grandma stayed with me, and she never pushed me as I moped around the house. We were sitting on the couch one afternoon, her arm draped around me, when she told me something I would never forget.
"I know you miss your friend, but you can't let his death be the end of your life. You have to live for both of you now; it's what he would have wanted."
I looked up at her with big swimmy eyes, "But...but I miss him."
She smiled, "I know you do. It's almost Halloween, though, a time when they say the ghosts of our loved ones can walk the earth again. Maybe, just maybe, his love will be great enough to bring him back to you."
That made me think. If ghosts and spirits could walk the earth on Halloween, then maybe Snarf could too. I spent the rest of that month in a little better mood, waiting for Halloween night so I could see if Snarf would come back for a visit. Mom had to work on Halloween, but Grandma was home with me, and I sat in my room and watched out the window, hoping to see him. The costumed masses began to swirl and run, but I didn't have time for that.
I wanted to be here when Snarf came home.
When my friends came to see me, they begged me to trick or treating with them. I hadn't been out to play since the incident, and they wanted me to join them. Each of them were dressed as a different Power Ranger, and Terry said that his Grandma had sent him a second costume if I wanted to use it. I had a feeling that he had bought it in case I decided to come out with them, but I still didn't want to go.
I might miss Snarf.
What if I wasn't here when he came back?
Once again, my Grandma had the answer.
"I'll keep an eye out for him, and I'll tell him to stay if he comes while your gone."
I was still hesitant, but after some coaxing from the others, I put on the costume and left with the group. They had made me the blue ranger, my favorite at the time, and as we set out into the night, I felt a little better. I had missed my friends over the past few weeks, but after what had happened, I could bring myself to see them. Going out with them now made me feel a lot better, and we spent a few hours filling our sacks with candy.
It would have been a perfect Halloween if Reggy hadn't come.
I started noticing lights going out on the cul-da-sac as it ticked closer to ten. The kids who were present were becoming older, the little kids already turning in, and I furrowed my brow as Snarf still hadn't appeared. I felt like I had on that first Halloween after his death, looking for him as I walked the streets and hoping to catch a glimpse of him. I heard a bark and snapped my head to the side expectantly. I frowned, though; it was just a lab in a bee costume, its owner hurrying him after a football player who was heading for the next house. I saw a pair of ninjas wander up and sighed as I dug them out some candy.
Surely he wouldn't stand me up.
It was almost ten by the time the lights started going out, and the street began to empty. My friends and I had full sacks of candy, and I was sitting on the sidewalk and trading candy with Walt. I had started out looking for Snarf, glancing around as we walked against that tide of excited children. In those two hours, I had been granted a reprieve from my sadness over Snarf. Only now, as we parted ways, did I remember to look for him and started running home to see if he was with grandma.
When the egg hit me in the side of the head, I staggered, my ears ringing from the impact. I thought I was bleeding when my gloved hand came away wet, but one look told me it was just egg. I looked across the street and saw Reggy grinning at me. He wasn't in costume, dressed in basketball shorts and a tank top, but he did have a silver bat in his hand and was tossing an egg up and catching it. I froze when I saw that he was staring at me, realizing how vulnerable I was out here alone, with my house still three street lights away.
"Been waiting for you to come back out. We've got unfinished business, four eyes. I think I owe you the same sort of beating I gave your stupid dog." he chuckled, swinging the bat experimentally.
I stepped off the curb towards him, angry at what he'd said, but then thought better of it. That metal bat could cave my skull in, and Reggy was pretty good at swinging bats, as I'd seen during our games. I glanced towards my house. Three street lights wasn't so far, and I thought I could probably run faster than Reggy could. It was either run or sit here and get killed by this psycho, I realized.
I tore off, hearing his trainers slapping behind me.
I made the first light, easily outstripping him, but I heard him getting closer as I moved under the second light. He slapped the light pole with the bat as he went by, and it made a hollow thunk as it connected. I started to panic, what if he caught me? Would he kill me? Would I die in the road like Snarf had? I wished he was here, I thought, as the tears streamed down my eyes. He would have protected me; he would have stopped Reggy from hurting me. If I hadn't distracted him that day, maybe he'd be here to help me.
My house was in sight when the second egg cracked me in the back of the head.
I had forgotten about the egg he'd been throwing and catching, and though it hadn't been thrown very hard, it surprised me, and I staggered into the fence that separated my yard from the neighbors. I crashed against it with a loud thunk, my head connecting with the boards, and my head swam a little the cheap plastic mask broke into pieces. I was reaching out in slow motion, moving my hands and legs like someone wading through mud. I rolled onto my butt as I prepared to take off again, but it was too late.
Reggy loomed over me, the street light gleaming off the bat in his hand.
"Looks like I caught you," he said, raising the bat, "say hi to your dog for me when you see him."
I pushed against the fence, hoping it would fall backward, knowing it wasn't going anywhere.
Reggy raised the bat high, the metal twinkling as the light made galaxies of starbursts.
I closed my eyes, preparing for the blow that would end my life.
When the growl split the night, I opened my eyes and looked between Reggy's splayed legs. Reggy had turned his head to look at the shadowy crevice between the house next to mine and the fence that now stopped me from escaping Reggy. Between the structures stood a snarling, red-eyed creature that seemed to fill the space with its shadowy mass. Reggy took a sidelong step away from me, the beast snarling hugely as it took a single thunderous step towards him. I felt my breath hitch as Reggy stepped into the street, his own breath trapped, as this looming thing lowered its head and rumbled. My brain couldn't fathom it, this nightmare creature that had appeared in my neighborhood out of nowhere, and when it loosed that single, earsplitting bark, I put my head between my knees and pushed my palms against my ears.
I sat in darkness, screaming against my leg as I prepared to be devoured.
When the warm tongue slid over my hair, I cracked my back against the fence, trying to escape again.
Then I opened my eyes, panting like a trapped animal, and was looking into Snar's panting, grinning face. Reggy was gone, his bat lying in the street, and I wrapped my arms around my lost friend and laughed as he licked my cheek. I pressed my face against his familiar short fur, and my sadness, my pain, melted away as his doggy tongue bombarded me.
That's how my mom found me, laughing with my back against the fence as her headlights dissipated the ghostly dog licking me.
That was twenty years ago. Snarf had come back every year since, visiting me on Halloween night. When mom didn't come right out and say it at first, she was upset about my injuries, but she told me later that she had seen a Snarf for a few seconds before her headlights hit me. After I told her what had happened, told her how Reggy had ambushed me, she called the police. She gave them the bat, told them he had been a problem, and started a process to have a restraining order placed against him. She was tired of being bullied by Reggy's parents, as tired as I was of being bullied by Reggy. Reggy's family moved shortly before the order was finalized. I've never seen him since, and I'm quite happier for it.
I watched her walk up the front walk now, my daughter in her arms as she sleepily held onto her sack of candy.
"She was stumbling on the way back. I think we're going in to have some cocoa if you'd like to join us."
"Gimmie a few more minutes, mom. I think he's just running late this year."
She smiled, "Take all the time you need, dear." she said, walking inside and leaving me alone on the stoop. The street was emptying, only a few stragglers heading for home, and I glanced around furtively. Where was he? Had he forgotten about me? Twenty years was a long time to visit someone who wasn't a little boy anymore. Maybe he...
I dropped the bowl when that ghostly cold nose prodded my hand.
I looked down to find Snarf, tail wagging, as he smiled up at me from the front lawn of a house he had loved as much as I had.
I wrapped my arms around him, and it felt like coming home all over again.
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2020.10.29 01:46 Erutious Halloween Visits

"Come on, Dad, let's go!"
My daughter stomped a slipper clad foot on the sidewalk as she looked back at me. I was sitting on the front steps of my childhood home, a well-loved cul-da-sac that was teaming with costumed children. The moon hung overhead, a ghostly sickle that presided over this Halloween night, and I was seated with my back against the smooth stairs and found my eyes tracking up the road. The children laughed and screamed as they stalked by. The street was a sea of superheroes, video game characters, colorful animals, and everything in between. I let my eyes drift past the excited pageantry, though.
I was looking for one costume in particular.
My mom smiled at me, slipping her hand into my daughters and giving her a little tug.
"Come on, hun. Your dad's waiting for someone. We'll go trick or treating while he waits."
My daughter looked interested, "Who are you waiting for, daddy?"
Of course, she wouldn't have remembered from last year. She had been excited about trick or treating, showing off her Wonder Woman costume, and swinging between my wife and mom's hands as they walked. However, my wife was six months pregnant this year and had opted out of the hour drive to get to my mom's house. She just smiled at me knowingly as I left and told me to tell him hi for her.
My mom smoothed her hair as it sat under the tall princess hat, "It's an old friend, dear. Your father meets him here every year."
"Well, you're gonna miss out on the candy." my daughter said incredulously.
I smiled, "That's okay, Cat. You go have fun with grandma, okay?"
She glanced back as they walked onto the cul-da-sac but was soon lost in the crowd and probably wouldn't think any more about the conversation. I leaned back, getting comfy as I waited for him to arrive as I did every year. In many ways, he was what I looked forward to most about this holiday. The candy was nice, the costumes were great, but seeing him was why I always came home on Halloween. No matter where I was, no matter what I was doing, I always came home for this one night in particular.
This was the night I got to see him.
This was the night I got to see Snarf.
Snarf was a mutt, a bull terrier mixed with a basset hound mixed with God knew what. We grew up together, he was just a puppy when I first got him, and he was my best friend for many years. I got him in kindergarten, which had been a difficult time in my life. I had been sheltered, my mother just a little bit overbearing, and I had never been around so many other kids in my life. I was not what you would call a popular child. I had thick glasses, I was overweight, and my isolation had made me painfully shy. The other kids, kids who had gone to daycare and cub scouts and t-ball together, took one look at me and dismissed me as a social outcast.
It's rough to be all alone at five years old.
My mom thought a dog might help my confidence, or at least ease some of my shyness. I think she really just wanted to make me happy, to see me come out of my funk, and she thought that something to love me back might help with that. My mom worked twelve hours a day, six days a week, and often I was left to the care of my grandmother. She loved me and always doted on me, but she wasn't always up for the games a five-year-old would be interested in. Now, I think that Snarf was a way for her to alleviate some of her guilt about leaving me alone so often.
Whatever the reason, I loved her for it.
We found him at the Humane Society, this little smiling puppy, and when he put his feet against the glass, I was already in love. He sat in the backseat with me the whole way home, head against stomach, panting happily as I scratched him behind the ears. He was that rare animal whose temperament never led him to jump up on people or bark for no reason. His accidents were few and far between, and he was easy to house train. We called him Snarf because he had a deviation in his nose that caused his barks to sound like snarfs instead. He was the best dog, the only dog that I ever owned, and after he came home, I do remember doing better in school. I was less anxious around the other kids, he got me out of the house more as I ran the neighborhood with him, and when I entered first grade, I had made a few friends that made the transition easier.
None of them, though, could hold a candle to my friendship with that little wiggling mass of fur and ears.
I was eternally thankful for the time I got with him, but it would never be enough.
The trio of Disney princesses said thank you as they ran to the next house in a flurry of skirts and sneakers. A pirate wondered up and gave me his best Arg, which I rewarded him for with a couple of little snickers bars. I sat up a little as I saw a small ghost, four legs poking from below a short bedsheet, but he turned and wagged at a larger ghost who was walking him. I sat back, scanning around, hoping he wouldn't be long.
I'd sit here all night if I had to.
I had Snarf for five years. He never left the yard, always bounding and yarking when we pulled into the driveway, so I never worried about him getting into trouble or being hit by a car. He was a good dog, a neighborhood favorite, and he should have lived a good long time.
He would have if it weren't for me.
Reggy moved onto the block when I was ten. I had a group of friends that I hung out with by then, Terry and Walt and Pattrick, and when the new boy had been seen unpacking boxes from his family's moving van, we had gone over to introduce ourselves. He was a big kid, tall and muscular, and it became apparent very quickly that he was going to be trouble. Five minutes of conversation was enough to let us know that his interests were different than ours. He had scoffed at our comic books, asked if we were babies when we'd asked about action figures, and had grinned at us when we asked about playing basketball in a way that made us nervous. He was a large, sneering boy, and we all decided to keep our distance from him.
But...he lived on the block, so he inevitably found a place in our games.
We were playing baseball when it happened. Reggy had seen us setting up and inserted himself into the game, as he usually did. We never invited him, he always just showed up, and we were too polite to tell him to buzz off. The problem was that Reggy didn't always play by the rules. We had been correct in our assumptions that he liked to hurt people. He had nearly broken Pattrick's wrist when he fowled him during basketball, and he had shoved Terry off his bike, skinning both knees in the fall, during a bike race. None of us wanted to play with him, but we were too afraid of him to tell him to go away.
The second he wandered up, I heard Snarf growl from my yard. Reggy was the only person I had ever seen elicit a growl out of my usually good-natured dog. Reggy had quickly learned not to come into my yard as Snarf would not tolerate him, which was fine with me. Unlike the others, whose houses he frequently came into, Snarf kept him out of my yard and his fingers off my stuff. I was careful to keep Snarf inside, though, when I wasn't outside. I'd seen the way Reggy's little pig eyes narrowed when he looked at my dog, and I was not too fond of it.
I wish I'd just put him inside when he started growling that day.
Reggy was up to bat, and we all prepared to get out of his way as he ran. Reggy did not believe in dropping the bat after he hit the ball, as the bruises on our ankles could attest, and as the ball went sailing off down the street, I dashed it. Reggy came running around first base, Terry and Pattrick nearing the other two bases as Walt moved off the manhole we were using as a pitchers mound to cover home. It bounced once before I grabbed it, turning to throw it when I heard Pattrick yell out in pain. I dropped the ball, sprinting towards them, as Reggy lifted the bat up to hit Pattrick again. Walt told me later that Reggy had crashed into Phillip, skinning his hand as he almost fell. In a rage, he had hit Patrick in the stomach and now prepared to bring the bat down on his head.
Fast as I was though, Snarf was faster.
He hit Reggy in the back, sending him reeling forward and dropping him into the street. He stood over Patrick, protectively, snarling and showing his teeth. Reggy was getting back up, shaking his head, but Snarf did not continue his attack. He just stood over Pattrick, the boy still frozen in surprise and fear, as Reggy got back on his feet. His knuckles turned white against the handle of the bat, and I saw him turn in slow motion. I was running for Pattrick, Walt and Terry were running for Pattrick, but none of us got there in time to make a difference.
Snarf was staring daggers at Reggy, but when I called his name, he looked towards me, tail wagging as he looked at me.
The bat crashed down on Snarf, and the pitiful noise he made sent a shard of glass through my guts.
Walt and Terry arrived in time to grab Pattrick under the arms and drag him away from the scene. I hit Reggy as hard as I could around the waist, dropping him to the concrete and sending the bat clinking across the pavement. Reggy hit his head on the concrete, and as the wind oofed out of him, I saw his eyes glaze a little from the impact. I got off him, picking up the bat and yelling at him to get out of here. I told him not to come near me, my friends, or my dog again. I said some of the adult words I knew, the cusses sounding high and whispery as I fought back the tears, and Reggy scrambled home on his hands and backside.
When I turned to look at Snarf, it was already too late.
I found myself glaring at Reggy's old house as I watched a pair of Transformers walk off with their chocolate. The house was occupied now, but it had been empty for quite sometime after that Halloween. Reggy's parents had refused to believe that their son had killed y dog, and when they told my mom about the scratches and scrapes their son had come home with, it was decided that we would drop it and not involve the police. "Reggy's parents are threatening to sue us for hospital costs, and I can't afford something like that, sweetie. I'm sorry about Snarf, but if we call the police, we'll be in trouble as well."
She had told me this, and I seethed in my ten-year-old heart.
I saw a big blond kid with a crew-cut walk up, dressed in a karate gi, and I almost didn't pass him anything, Reggy still on my mind. This kid could have passed for Reggy once upon a time, but his eyes didn't have that evil gleam in his eye. I smiled at him and nodded, and he left with a mock salute. Reggy had been bigger, Reggy had been meaner, but, in the end, Reggy had not been braver.
I had been inconsolable after the death of Snarf. I had pretended to be sick for a week, my mother letting me in the wake of my sadness. My grandma stayed with me, and she never pushed me as I moped around the house. We were sitting on the couch one afternoon, her arm draped around me, when she told me something I would never forget.
"I know you miss your friend, but you can't let his death be the end of your life. You have to live for both of you now; it's what he would have wanted."
I looked up at her with big swimmy eyes, "But...but I miss him."
She smiled, "I know you do. It's almost Halloween, though, a time when they say the ghosts of our loved ones can walk the earth again. Maybe, just maybe, his love will be great enough to bring him back to you."
That made me think. If ghosts and spirits could walk the earth on Halloween, then maybe Snarf could too. I spent the rest of that month in a little better mood, waiting for Halloween night so I could see if Snarf would come back for a visit. Mom had to work on Halloween, but Grandma was home with me, and I sat in my room and watched out the window, hoping to see him. The costumed masses began to swirl and run, but I didn't have time for that.
I wanted to be here when Snarf came home.
When my friends came to see me, they begged me to trick or treating with them. I hadn't been out to play since the incident, and they wanted me to join them. Each of them were dressed as a different Power Ranger, and Terry said that his Grandma had sent him a second costume if I wanted to use it. I had a feeling that he had bought it in case I decided to come out with them, but I still didn't want to go.
I might miss Snarf.
What if I wasn't here when he came back?
Once again, my Grandma had the answer.
"I'll keep an eye out for him, and I'll tell him to stay if he comes while your gone."
I was still hesitant, but after some coaxing from the others, I put on the costume and left with the group. They had made me the blue ranger, my favorite at the time, and as we set out into the night, I felt a little better. I had missed my friends over the past few weeks, but after what had happened, I could bring myself to see them. Going out with them now made me feel a lot better, and we spent a few hours filling our sacks with candy.
It would have been a perfect Halloween if Reggy hadn't come.
I started noticing lights going out on the cul-da-sac as it ticked closer to ten. The kids who were present were becoming older, the little kids already turning in, and I furrowed my brow as Snarf still hadn't appeared. I felt like I had on that first Halloween after his death, looking for him as I walked the streets and hoping to catch a glimpse of him. I heard a bark and snapped my head to the side expectantly. I frowned, though; it was just a lab in a bee costume, its owner hurrying him after a football player who was heading for the next house. I saw a pair of ninjas wander up and sighed as I dug them out some candy.
Surely he wouldn't stand me up.
It was almost ten by the time the lights started going out, and the street began to empty. My friends and I had full sacks of candy, and I was sitting on the sidewalk and trading candy with Walt. I had started out looking for Snarf, glancing around as we walked against that tide of excited children. In those two hours, I had been granted a reprieve from my sadness over Snarf. Only now, as we parted ways, did I remember to look for him and started running home to see if he was with grandma.
When the egg hit me in the side of the head, I staggered, my ears ringing from the impact. I thought I was bleeding when my gloved hand came away wet, but one look told me it was just egg. I looked across the street and saw Reggy grinning at me. He wasn't in costume, dressed in basketball shorts and a tank top, but he did have a silver bat in his hand and was tossing an egg up and catching it. I froze when I saw that he was staring at me, realizing how vulnerable I was out here alone, with my house still three street lights away.
"Been waiting for you to come back out. We've got unfinished business, four eyes. I think I owe you the same sort of beating I gave your stupid dog." he chuckled, swinging the bat experimentally.
I stepped off the curb towards him, angry at what he'd said, but then thought better of it. That metal bat could cave my skull in, and Reggy was pretty good at swinging bats, as I'd seen during our games. I glanced towards my house. Three street lights wasn't so far, and I thought I could probably run faster than Reggy could. It was either run or sit here and get killed by this psycho, I realized.
I tore off, hearing his trainers slapping behind me.
I made the first light, easily outstripping him, but I heard him getting closer as I moved under the second light. He slapped the light pole with the bat as he went by, and it made a hollow thunk as it connected. I started to panic, what if he caught me? Would he kill me? Would I die in the road like Snarf had? I wished he was here, I thought, as the tears streamed down my eyes. He would have protected me; he would have stopped Reggy from hurting me. If I hadn't distracted him that day, maybe he'd be here to help me.
My house was in sight when the second egg cracked me in the back of the head.
I had forgotten about the egg he'd been throwing and catching, and though it hadn't been thrown very hard, it surprised me, and I staggered into the fence that separated my yard from the neighbors. I crashed against it with a loud thunk, my head connecting with the boards, and my head swam a little the cheap plastic mask broke into pieces. I was reaching out in slow motion, moving my hands and legs like someone wading through mud. I rolled onto my butt as I prepared to take off again, but it was too late.
Reggy loomed over me, the street light gleaming off the bat in his hand.
"Looks like I caught you," he said, raising the bat, "say hi to your dog for me when you see him."
I pushed against the fence, hoping it would fall backward, knowing it wasn't going anywhere.
Reggy raised the bat high, the metal twinkling as the light made galaxies of starbursts.
I closed my eyes, preparing for the blow that would end my life.
When the growl split the night, I opened my eyes and looked between Reggy's splayed legs. Reggy had turned his head to look at the shadowy crevice between the house next to mine and the fence that now stopped me from escaping Reggy. Between the structures stood a snarling, red-eyed creature that seemed to fill the space with its shadowy mass. Reggy took a sidelong step away from me, the beast snarling hugely as it took a single thunderous step towards him. I felt my breath hitch as Reggy stepped into the street, his own breath trapped, as this looming thing lowered its head and rumbled. My brain couldn't fathom it, this nightmare creature that had appeared in my neighborhood out of nowhere, and when it loosed that single, earsplitting bark, I put my head between my knees and pushed my palms against my ears.
I sat in darkness, screaming against my leg as I prepared to be devoured.
When the warm tongue slid over my hair, I cracked my back against the fence, trying to escape again.
Then I opened my eyes, panting like a trapped animal, and was looking into Snar's panting, grinning face. Reggy was gone, his bat lying in the street, and I wrapped my arms around my lost friend and laughed as he licked my cheek. I pressed my face against his familiar short fur, and my sadness, my pain, melted away as his doggy tongue bombarded me.
That's how my mom found me, laughing with my back against the fence as her headlights dissipated the ghostly dog licking me.
That was twenty years ago. Snarf had come back every year since, visiting me on Halloween night. When mom didn't come right out and say it at first, she was upset about my injuries, but she told me later that she had seen a Snarf for a few seconds before her headlights hit me. After I told her what had happened, told her how Reggy had ambushed me, she called the police. She gave them the bat, told them he had been a problem, and started a process to have a restraining order placed against him. She was tired of being bullied by Reggy's parents, as tired as I was of being bullied by Reggy. Reggy's family moved shortly before the order was finalized. I've never seen him since, and I'm quite happier for it.
I watched her walk up the front walk now, my daughter in her arms as she sleepily held onto her sack of candy.
"She was stumbling on the way back. I think we're going in to have some cocoa if you'd like to join us."
"Gimmie a few more minutes, mom. I think he's just running late this year."
She smiled, "Take all the time you need, dear." she said, walking inside and leaving me alone on the stoop. The street was emptying, only a few stragglers heading for home, and I glanced around furtively. Where was he? Had he forgotten about me? Twenty years was a long time to visit someone who wasn't a little boy anymore. Maybe he...
I dropped the bowl when that ghostly cold nose prodded my hand.
I looked down to find Snarf, tail wagging, as he smiled up at me from the front lawn of a house he had loved as much as I had.
I wrapped my arms around him, and it felt like coming home all over again.
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2020.10.29 01:46 Erutious Halloween Visits

"Come on, Dad, let's go!"
My daughter stomped a slipper clad foot on the sidewalk as she looked back at me. I was sitting on the front steps of my childhood home, a well-loved cul-da-sac that was teaming with costumed children. The moon hung overhead, a ghostly sickle that presided over this Halloween night, and I was seated with my back against the smooth stairs and found my eyes tracking up the road. The children laughed and screamed as they stalked by. The street was a sea of superheroes, video game characters, colorful animals, and everything in between. I let my eyes drift past the excited pageantry, though.
I was looking for one costume in particular.
My mom smiled at me, slipping her hand into my daughters and giving her a little tug.
"Come on, hun. Your dad's waiting for someone. We'll go trick or treating while he waits."
My daughter looked interested, "Who are you waiting for, daddy?"
Of course, she wouldn't have remembered from last year. She had been excited about trick or treating, showing off her Wonder Woman costume, and swinging between my wife and mom's hands as they walked. However, my wife was six months pregnant this year and had opted out of the hour drive to get to my mom's house. She just smiled at me knowingly as I left and told me to tell him hi for her.
My mom smoothed her hair as it sat under the tall princess hat, "It's an old friend, dear. Your father meets him here every year."
"Well, you're gonna miss out on the candy." my daughter said incredulously.
I smiled, "That's okay, Cat. You go have fun with grandma, okay?"
She glanced back as they walked onto the cul-da-sac but was soon lost in the crowd and probably wouldn't think any more about the conversation. I leaned back, getting comfy as I waited for him to arrive as I did every year. In many ways, he was what I looked forward to most about this holiday. The candy was nice, the costumes were great, but seeing him was why I always came home on Halloween. No matter where I was, no matter what I was doing, I always came home for this one night in particular.
This was the night I got to see him.
This was the night I got to see Snarf.
Snarf was a mutt, a bull terrier mixed with a basset hound mixed with God knew what. We grew up together, he was just a puppy when I first got him, and he was my best friend for many years. I got him in kindergarten, which had been a difficult time in my life. I had been sheltered, my mother just a little bit overbearing, and I had never been around so many other kids in my life. I was not what you would call a popular child. I had thick glasses, I was overweight, and my isolation had made me painfully shy. The other kids, kids who had gone to daycare and cub scouts and t-ball together, took one look at me and dismissed me as a social outcast.
It's rough to be all alone at five years old.
My mom thought a dog might help my confidence, or at least ease some of my shyness. I think she really just wanted to make me happy, to see me come out of my funk, and she thought that something to love me back might help with that. My mom worked twelve hours a day, six days a week, and often I was left to the care of my grandmother. She loved me and always doted on me, but she wasn't always up for the games a five-year-old would be interested in. Now, I think that Snarf was a way for her to alleviate some of her guilt about leaving me alone so often.
Whatever the reason, I loved her for it.
We found him at the Humane Society, this little smiling puppy, and when he put his feet against the glass, I was already in love. He sat in the backseat with me the whole way home, head against stomach, panting happily as I scratched him behind the ears. He was that rare animal whose temperament never led him to jump up on people or bark for no reason. His accidents were few and far between, and he was easy to house train. We called him Snarf because he had a deviation in his nose that caused his barks to sound like snarfs instead. He was the best dog, the only dog that I ever owned, and after he came home, I do remember doing better in school. I was less anxious around the other kids, he got me out of the house more as I ran the neighborhood with him, and when I entered first grade, I had made a few friends that made the transition easier.
None of them, though, could hold a candle to my friendship with that little wiggling mass of fur and ears.
I was eternally thankful for the time I got with him, but it would never be enough.
The trio of Disney princesses said thank you as they ran to the next house in a flurry of skirts and sneakers. A pirate wondered up and gave me his best Arg, which I rewarded him for with a couple of little snickers bars. I sat up a little as I saw a small ghost, four legs poking from below a short bedsheet, but he turned and wagged at a larger ghost who was walking him. I sat back, scanning around, hoping he wouldn't be long.
I'd sit here all night if I had to.
I had Snarf for five years. He never left the yard, always bounding and yarking when we pulled into the driveway, so I never worried about him getting into trouble or being hit by a car. He was a good dog, a neighborhood favorite, and he should have lived a good long time.
He would have if it weren't for me.
Reggy moved onto the block when I was ten. I had a group of friends that I hung out with by then, Terry and Walt and Pattrick, and when the new boy had been seen unpacking boxes from his family's moving van, we had gone over to introduce ourselves. He was a big kid, tall and muscular, and it became apparent very quickly that he was going to be trouble. Five minutes of conversation was enough to let us know that his interests were different than ours. He had scoffed at our comic books, asked if we were babies when we'd asked about action figures, and had grinned at us when we asked about playing basketball in a way that made us nervous. He was a large, sneering boy, and we all decided to keep our distance from him.
But...he lived on the block, so he inevitably found a place in our games.
We were playing baseball when it happened. Reggy had seen us setting up and inserted himself into the game, as he usually did. We never invited him, he always just showed up, and we were too polite to tell him to buzz off. The problem was that Reggy didn't always play by the rules. We had been correct in our assumptions that he liked to hurt people. He had nearly broken Pattrick's wrist when he fowled him during basketball, and he had shoved Terry off his bike, skinning both knees in the fall, during a bike race. None of us wanted to play with him, but we were too afraid of him to tell him to go away.
The second he wandered up, I heard Snarf growl from my yard. Reggy was the only person I had ever seen elicit a growl out of my usually good-natured dog. Reggy had quickly learned not to come into my yard as Snarf would not tolerate him, which was fine with me. Unlike the others, whose houses he frequently came into, Snarf kept him out of my yard and his fingers off my stuff. I was careful to keep Snarf inside, though, when I wasn't outside. I'd seen the way Reggy's little pig eyes narrowed when he looked at my dog, and I was not too fond of it.
I wish I'd just put him inside when he started growling that day.
Reggy was up to bat, and we all prepared to get out of his way as he ran. Reggy did not believe in dropping the bat after he hit the ball, as the bruises on our ankles could attest, and as the ball went sailing off down the street, I dashed it. Reggy came running around first base, Terry and Pattrick nearing the other two bases as Walt moved off the manhole we were using as a pitchers mound to cover home. It bounced once before I grabbed it, turning to throw it when I heard Pattrick yell out in pain. I dropped the ball, sprinting towards them, as Reggy lifted the bat up to hit Pattrick again. Walt told me later that Reggy had crashed into Phillip, skinning his hand as he almost fell. In a rage, he had hit Patrick in the stomach and now prepared to bring the bat down on his head.
Fast as I was though, Snarf was faster.
He hit Reggy in the back, sending him reeling forward and dropping him into the street. He stood over Patrick, protectively, snarling and showing his teeth. Reggy was getting back up, shaking his head, but Snarf did not continue his attack. He just stood over Pattrick, the boy still frozen in surprise and fear, as Reggy got back on his feet. His knuckles turned white against the handle of the bat, and I saw him turn in slow motion. I was running for Pattrick, Walt and Terry were running for Pattrick, but none of us got there in time to make a difference.
Snarf was staring daggers at Reggy, but when I called his name, he looked towards me, tail wagging as he looked at me.
The bat crashed down on Snarf, and the pitiful noise he made sent a shard of glass through my guts.
Walt and Terry arrived in time to grab Pattrick under the arms and drag him away from the scene. I hit Reggy as hard as I could around the waist, dropping him to the concrete and sending the bat clinking across the pavement. Reggy hit his head on the concrete, and as the wind oofed out of him, I saw his eyes glaze a little from the impact. I got off him, picking up the bat and yelling at him to get out of here. I told him not to come near me, my friends, or my dog again. I said some of the adult words I knew, the cusses sounding high and whispery as I fought back the tears, and Reggy scrambled home on his hands and backside.
When I turned to look at Snarf, it was already too late.
I found myself glaring at Reggy's old house as I watched a pair of Transformers walk off with their chocolate. The house was occupied now, but it had been empty for quite sometime after that Halloween. Reggy's parents had refused to believe that their son had killed y dog, and when they told my mom about the scratches and scrapes their son had come home with, it was decided that we would drop it and not involve the police. "Reggy's parents are threatening to sue us for hospital costs, and I can't afford something like that, sweetie. I'm sorry about Snarf, but if we call the police, we'll be in trouble as well."
She had told me this, and I seethed in my ten-year-old heart.
I saw a big blond kid with a crew-cut walk up, dressed in a karate gi, and I almost didn't pass him anything, Reggy still on my mind. This kid could have passed for Reggy once upon a time, but his eyes didn't have that evil gleam in his eye. I smiled at him and nodded, and he left with a mock salute. Reggy had been bigger, Reggy had been meaner, but, in the end, Reggy had not been braver.
I had been inconsolable after the death of Snarf. I had pretended to be sick for a week, my mother letting me in the wake of my sadness. My grandma stayed with me, and she never pushed me as I moped around the house. We were sitting on the couch one afternoon, her arm draped around me, when she told me something I would never forget.
"I know you miss your friend, but you can't let his death be the end of your life. You have to live for both of you now; it's what he would have wanted."
I looked up at her with big swimmy eyes, "But...but I miss him."
She smiled, "I know you do. It's almost Halloween, though, a time when they say the ghosts of our loved ones can walk the earth again. Maybe, just maybe, his love will be great enough to bring him back to you."
That made me think. If ghosts and spirits could walk the earth on Halloween, then maybe Snarf could too. I spent the rest of that month in a little better mood, waiting for Halloween night so I could see if Snarf would come back for a visit. Mom had to work on Halloween, but Grandma was home with me, and I sat in my room and watched out the window, hoping to see him. The costumed masses began to swirl and run, but I didn't have time for that.
I wanted to be here when Snarf came home.
When my friends came to see me, they begged me to trick or treating with them. I hadn't been out to play since the incident, and they wanted me to join them. Each of them were dressed as a different Power Ranger, and Terry said that his Grandma had sent him a second costume if I wanted to use it. I had a feeling that he had bought it in case I decided to come out with them, but I still didn't want to go.
I might miss Snarf.
What if I wasn't here when he came back?
Once again, my Grandma had the answer.
"I'll keep an eye out for him, and I'll tell him to stay if he comes while your gone."
I was still hesitant, but after some coaxing from the others, I put on the costume and left with the group. They had made me the blue ranger, my favorite at the time, and as we set out into the night, I felt a little better. I had missed my friends over the past few weeks, but after what had happened, I could bring myself to see them. Going out with them now made me feel a lot better, and we spent a few hours filling our sacks with candy.
It would have been a perfect Halloween if Reggy hadn't come.
I started noticing lights going out on the cul-da-sac as it ticked closer to ten. The kids who were present were becoming older, the little kids already turning in, and I furrowed my brow as Snarf still hadn't appeared. I felt like I had on that first Halloween after his death, looking for him as I walked the streets and hoping to catch a glimpse of him. I heard a bark and snapped my head to the side expectantly. I frowned, though; it was just a lab in a bee costume, its owner hurrying him after a football player who was heading for the next house. I saw a pair of ninjas wander up and sighed as I dug them out some candy.
Surely he wouldn't stand me up.
It was almost ten by the time the lights started going out, and the street began to empty. My friends and I had full sacks of candy, and I was sitting on the sidewalk and trading candy with Walt. I had started out looking for Snarf, glancing around as we walked against that tide of excited children. In those two hours, I had been granted a reprieve from my sadness over Snarf. Only now, as we parted ways, did I remember to look for him and started running home to see if he was with grandma.
When the egg hit me in the side of the head, I staggered, my ears ringing from the impact. I thought I was bleeding when my gloved hand came away wet, but one look told me it was just egg. I looked across the street and saw Reggy grinning at me. He wasn't in costume, dressed in basketball shorts and a tank top, but he did have a silver bat in his hand and was tossing an egg up and catching it. I froze when I saw that he was staring at me, realizing how vulnerable I was out here alone, with my house still three street lights away.
"Been waiting for you to come back out. We've got unfinished business, four eyes. I think I owe you the same sort of beating I gave your stupid dog." he chuckled, swinging the bat experimentally.
I stepped off the curb towards him, angry at what he'd said, but then thought better of it. That metal bat could cave my skull in, and Reggy was pretty good at swinging bats, as I'd seen during our games. I glanced towards my house. Three street lights wasn't so far, and I thought I could probably run faster than Reggy could. It was either run or sit here and get killed by this psycho, I realized.
I tore off, hearing his trainers slapping behind me.
I made the first light, easily outstripping him, but I heard him getting closer as I moved under the second light. He slapped the light pole with the bat as he went by, and it made a hollow thunk as it connected. I started to panic, what if he caught me? Would he kill me? Would I die in the road like Snarf had? I wished he was here, I thought, as the tears streamed down my eyes. He would have protected me; he would have stopped Reggy from hurting me. If I hadn't distracted him that day, maybe he'd be here to help me.
My house was in sight when the second egg cracked me in the back of the head.
I had forgotten about the egg he'd been throwing and catching, and though it hadn't been thrown very hard, it surprised me, and I staggered into the fence that separated my yard from the neighbors. I crashed against it with a loud thunk, my head connecting with the boards, and my head swam a little the cheap plastic mask broke into pieces. I was reaching out in slow motion, moving my hands and legs like someone wading through mud. I rolled onto my butt as I prepared to take off again, but it was too late.
Reggy loomed over me, the street light gleaming off the bat in his hand.
"Looks like I caught you," he said, raising the bat, "say hi to your dog for me when you see him."
I pushed against the fence, hoping it would fall backward, knowing it wasn't going anywhere.
Reggy raised the bat high, the metal twinkling as the light made galaxies of starbursts.
I closed my eyes, preparing for the blow that would end my life.
When the growl split the night, I opened my eyes and looked between Reggy's splayed legs. Reggy had turned his head to look at the shadowy crevice between the house next to mine and the fence that now stopped me from escaping Reggy. Between the structures stood a snarling, red-eyed creature that seemed to fill the space with its shadowy mass. Reggy took a sidelong step away from me, the beast snarling hugely as it took a single thunderous step towards him. I felt my breath hitch as Reggy stepped into the street, his own breath trapped, as this looming thing lowered its head and rumbled. My brain couldn't fathom it, this nightmare creature that had appeared in my neighborhood out of nowhere, and when it loosed that single, earsplitting bark, I put my head between my knees and pushed my palms against my ears.
I sat in darkness, screaming against my leg as I prepared to be devoured.
When the warm tongue slid over my hair, I cracked my back against the fence, trying to escape again.
Then I opened my eyes, panting like a trapped animal, and was looking into Snar's panting, grinning face. Reggy was gone, his bat lying in the street, and I wrapped my arms around my lost friend and laughed as he licked my cheek. I pressed my face against his familiar short fur, and my sadness, my pain, melted away as his doggy tongue bombarded me.
That's how my mom found me, laughing with my back against the fence as her headlights dissipated the ghostly dog licking me.
That was twenty years ago. Snarf had come back every year since, visiting me on Halloween night. When mom didn't come right out and say it at first, she was upset about my injuries, but she told me later that she had seen a Snarf for a few seconds before her headlights hit me. After I told her what had happened, told her how Reggy had ambushed me, she called the police. She gave them the bat, told them he had been a problem, and started a process to have a restraining order placed against him. She was tired of being bullied by Reggy's parents, as tired as I was of being bullied by Reggy. Reggy's family moved shortly before the order was finalized. I've never seen him since, and I'm quite happier for it.
I watched her walk up the front walk now, my daughter in her arms as she sleepily held onto her sack of candy.
"She was stumbling on the way back. I think we're going in to have some cocoa if you'd like to join us."
"Gimmie a few more minutes, mom. I think he's just running late this year."
She smiled, "Take all the time you need, dear." she said, walking inside and leaving me alone on the stoop. The street was emptying, only a few stragglers heading for home, and I glanced around furtively. Where was he? Had he forgotten about me? Twenty years was a long time to visit someone who wasn't a little boy anymore. Maybe he...
I dropped the bowl when that ghostly cold nose prodded my hand.
I looked down to find Snarf, tail wagging, as he smiled up at me from the front lawn of a house he had loved as much as I had.
I wrapped my arms around him, and it felt like coming home all over again.
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2020.10.28 20:35 DarkLordJurasus Midnight Sons #8- Death but in more Flowery Words

Midnight Sons

Volume 1: A Bloodless War
Death but in more Flowery Words
Written by u/DarkLordJurasus
In association with: u/FPSGamer48, u/dwright5252 and u/PresidentWerewolf
Hello again Mr. Crow.
Hello. Let me guess, you almost killed Hanibal and Robbie and thought I would be the better kept of the group.
I believe we are here to discuss the vampire war, not chat about the annoyance you call a friend.
He isn’t that bad. He takes things seriously when he needs to,
He’s an insane, undead being who thinks himself out of a sitcom.
It’s a coping matter I believe. He always had this personality but it got worse a few years back. I don’t know what happened. One day he just came to my house drunk out of his mind telling me that he needed to be watched that night.
You mean he regressed in personality?
Definitely. If you are up to Elsa joining the team, you would have heard about King claiming he and Elsa dated. I groaned at that because I was there. The two encountered each other dealing with a case of a child going missing by a vampire playing a rich elite. King brought me along for an ALS fundraiser at the bloodsucker’s house. He believed having a plus-one in a wheelchair would make it seem more sincere. The supposed date was a night of backhanded insults and verbal jabs at each other. It was a game of seeing who would pull out their gun first.
It probably wasn’t the first date where the girl wanted to shoot a bullet through King’s head.
It wasn’t. I’ve seen him with a bullet in his skull after a date one too many times. The difference is what King said after the fact. He specifically told me that the next time the two met each other, one or the other would die.
That is extremely different than the story that King told, at least from Robbie’s Point of view.
*Exactly, he is almost a different person at times. But then his good qualities come out. He is a great man with a strong morality and is more loyal than most. *
Interesting. Shall we begin? Robbie just finished explaining about the vampire that broke his neck
As soon as the vampire broke his neck, we all were silent. Compared to other things we have seen, this was nothing, but still. Most creatures value life beyond all else. To kill yourself for this new lord, either he is powerful, or he makes others lose their fear of death.
Robbie took a step back, letting the vampires get to him. One of the two guards following Xarus searched the clothes, stripping the vampire of all their items.
Finally one of the guards called over to Xarus. He held up a golden ring with the same symbol as the one in the cemetery.
Xarus’s eyes widened. He paced for a second before looking at Blade and saying, “I hope you have a way out of certain death, halfblood.”
Blade merely stared Xarus in the eyes and asked, “What am I missing? It’s a family emblem. At most the emblem of a lord.”
Xarus shook his head, “My father never taught me the basics of mortal education. Instead, I spent my days memorizing the names, faces and symbols of each lord. That emblem: I’ve never seen it before. This new lord is an unknown. Allies, enemies, powers, plans, none of that information can be called upon to help us.”
With that, the cards were on the table. Our worst fear was realized, we went into a war blind and didn't know who we were even fighting.
Elsa immediately attempted to take control of the situation, “Why don’t we just retreat and work out a new strategy?”
King shook his head and explained, “It is seen as a sign of poor leadership to retreat once you have begun fighting for vampires. If we were to retreat, best case scenario, the attacks are bumped up and we are given no time to rest. Worst case scenario, we are left allyless.”
With a grunt, Xarus agreed, “The half blood is sadly right. It is a tradition that began due to my father. He used underhanded tactics and allies birthed from their mutual search for the Darkhold to take over the vampire factions. When others would retreat in surprise, he would make them sound weak. Hundreds of years later, it is impossible to change the mindset of many.”
Lashing out, Elsa screamed, “Who cares about damn tradition. I’m not getting myself killed because some people may lose respect for me!”
At this point, I put my opinion into the ring, “Tradition, in this case, matters more than our lives. We are in a civil war. One person losing respect in Xarus could mean days of more fighting. We must stick by the handbook as close as possible.We have seen how a lack of respect to their traditions has already screwed us. It is quite possible that the vampires were on a scouting mission and only attacked when they saw non-vampires at the cemetery.”
Elsa let out a sigh, “I’m going to lose this aren’t I?”
Blade smirked, “Wishing you didn’t join the team?”
At this point, Robbie piped in, “I’ve been wishing that since we picked up Black Crow over there. King’s jokes began to grate at me at that point.”
Hannibal King put his hands up and exclaimed, “I haven’t made a joke in 10 minutes. I’ve been a good boy.”
Xarus rolled his eyes at us and said, “Shall we go deal with the Civil War now or do you require more time to crack jokes at the expense of the whole vampire community?”
Hannibal deadpanned, “No, I think we are good.”
I chanted and allowed the energy of the earth flow through me. Standing from the wheelchair, I prepared to fight.
Xarus chanted something in Romanian and in front of us a giant abandoned house appeared. He turned to us and explained, “Some like the idea of castles, even in the Americas. This is the best he got.”
Elsa looked from the house to the group, “We need a torch or flashlight.”
Robbie rolled his eyes and pointed to his flaming head.
Elsa replied, “Sorry, I haven’t worked with demons from Hell often.”
The six of us began our journey into the house, my wheelchair remaining outside. Inside we were met with all the usual haunted house cliches.
What are usual haunted house cliches?
Creaky floors, moldy walls, flickering lights etc.
That sounds more like a poorly built, old house. Not a haunted house.
Well vampires live there. Does that make it a haunted house?
I mean, there is no definition for what is legally a haunted house.
Then what the hell was the point of getting on my case?
I had to make sure for the record.
Screw your record.
As we walked through the house, we were led by the flickering flame of Ghost Racer. In the shadows I saw vampires eying us up. It was obvious we were alive due to this vampire lord wanting to see us. We were being monitored closely.
Voice slightly faltering, King asked, “So, is this more of a West Side Story situation or a Twilight situation?”
Before Xarus could answer, Elsa goaded King, “You read the books? Real manly of you.”
King took this opportunity to get back into his comedic groove, “I refuse to reference anything I haven’t experienced. I fight vampires, not referencing Twilight would have been the eighth deadly sin.”
Still trying to get King off his rocker, Elsa continued, “What, you Team Edward or something?”
King chuckled, “I thought she should have murdered both of them and took over both the vampire clan and werewolf pack.”
Elsa, a bit shocked by King's answer merely replied with a slow, “Right.”
From then, our journey was in total silence on our journey to the attic. Once there, our group climbed the stairs to a Tardis-like situation.
A grand room twice the size of how big the attic should have been enveloped us. Torches all around us lit on fire to show us we were surrounded by a legion of vampires. They were all silent, watching us as we approached a giant red circle.
In front of us towered a throne of bones. A pale vampire with blood stained lips sat on it. His eyes held anger and darkness from just observing Xarius. His clothes grand and coal black in color.
Taking a step ahead of the group, Xarius deeply bowed and said, “Lord Marius. It is a pleasure to see you again. I hope your time in Romania did you well.”
The pale vampire stared at Xarius for a moment before replying, “Always with the niceties Xarius. You are a long way from Transylvania little boy. Your father’s waning power can’t save you here.”
Wait, why did Xarius put lord in front of Marius’s name but Marius did not do the same?
I asked Blade the same question after the fact. It seems that due to so many vampire lords existing, the title of lord is more of a sign of respect. Like how vampires call Blade half-blood Marius was saying that socially he is above Xarius by not using his title.
Xarius stood from his bow and politely said, “I do not need my father’s power. You and the others are weak. Bowing to a lord with an unknown crest; I atleast live with my honor.”
Marius let out a dark laugh, his eyes filling with such fury. “Little boy, you know nothing of the truth. The true lord has promised us gifts beyond that of mere unity and peace.”
Xarius took another step forward and asked, “Will you fight in the arena for this new lord? Will you die for him, or are your words mere slander coated in flowery language?”
The pale vampire stood, his body lanky, his skin almost scaly in nature. His black cloak swooped down, covering down to his ankles. Towering at six feet, he walked into the red circle with Xarius.
The remaining five of us quickly moved out of the circle as the two stared each other in the eyes.
The two vampires locked eyes and Marius said, “Shall we go by normal rules? No powers allowed?”
Xarius merely nodded.
“You may choose your weapon first Xarius. Think of it as the last mercy you shall have.” said Marius.
Ignoring the sly comment, Xarius replied, “I shall have a single blade. A sword used by a knight during the crusades.”
Out of his pocket, Xarius pulled out a shining silver longsword. I can only guess that either the sword or the pocket was magically enhanced.
A vampire from the left of Marius came forward holding a giant axe. A demented grin on his face, Marius exclaimed, “I shall use Sângeroasă. The same blade that your father used to kill mine shall now be used to kill you.”
Marius’ hand latched onto the handle of the axe. The blade rivaled the vampire in size. The battle immediately seemed one sided.
The two vampire lords' eyes narrowed at each other. They began to circle around, blades glinting off of the torchlight.
Marius made the first play, rushing at Xarius, giant axe centered in both hands. The axe came down with great ferocity and yet was parried by the sword.
Marius stumbled back a step, the weight of the axe throwing him off balance. With a growl, he began to run at Xarius once again.
Xarius ducked under the first strike but couldn’t block the kick to his stomach. Dropping to his knees, the son of Dracula attempted to stab Marius in the side but missed.
Striking Xarius with another kick to the head. Marius wound the axe to behead the vampire lord.
Barely dodging the blade, Xarius expertly moved from a lying position to a head stand to back on his feet.. The blade balanced in his hand, Xarius lunges in for a strike.
The blades bounced off of each other, blow after blow. The two vampires in a dance with death itself. Neither gave way for the other. Lunges, slashes, twists, rolls, all were used in a chance to overcome their opponent.
Marius decided to change techniques and bit down on Xarius’s arm. A chunk of flesh ripped out as red blood rained down the vampire lord’s body.
The technique, while surprising and well thought out, left Marius open. Xarius took the chance and guided his blade into his opponent’s stomach.
The longsword swiftly came back out as the two vampires retreated back to their corners. Both bleeding from their wounds.
In a blink and you’ll miss it move, Marius once again was the aggressor. A perfectly done parry saved Xarius from being split in half.
Xarius once more took the offensive with a swift blow that Marius dodged.Two consecutive kicks brought Xarius down to the ground. The axe nicked his neck as he rolled out of the way.
Dodging another blow, Xarius made his way to his feet. Once again the two vampire lords were locked in a dance in the pale moonlight.
For a good ten minutes neither made any progress on the other. The strikes countered, the slashes dodged.
Finally Xarius made one final play. He ducked under the looming axe and swept Marius’s legs. Pouncing on the downed vampire lord, Xarius ripped a chunk of flesh from the throat. Blood rushed up and splattered against the son of Dracula’s face. Marius held his axe up to try to block future strikes.
It did not matter. The fight was over. Xarius held his longsword above Marius’s heart.
Spitting away blood, Xarius growled out, “Surrender Marius. You are defeated. Declare your loyalty to me and I may let you live.”
Breathing heavy, Marius let out a laugh, “There are some things worse than death Lord Xarius.”
The heavily bleeding vampire lord turned his attention to the crowd of vampires watching the fight, “Leave their petty gang of half bloods and blood traitors alone. They shall meet their fate to the new vampire lord. We shall let them watch their empire fall to a great lord.”
Hacking and laughing, Marius rose his body. The blade sliced into the skin and plummeted down into the vampire lord’s body. As the sword goes fully through, Marius’s dark eyes go dead.
Dropping the sword and the vampire lord, Xarius turned back to us. His bloody face shining in the torchlight. Walking towards us, the other vampires parted like the red sea. Passing us, Xarius growled out, “Let’s go. There is nothing left here for us.”
Can we take a break?
Why the hell do you need a break?
I don’t trust Hannibal alone for long periods of time.
That’s…………….fair
Cool. Blade might be a good person to talk to next.
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2020.10.28 04:40 ThrowAwaytheCJ We found an impossible village near the Rocky Mountains

If there was one thing that Nick and Dakota were always down for, that one thing would be hiking. No matter how terrible our day jobs made us feel, we were always in a better head-space after a solid trek up a mountain. Looking down at how tiny everything looked from atop the peaks, it gave us perspective of how little our problems seemed in the grand scheme of things.
The Rocky Mountains that border Alberta and British Columbia were our go-to trails. Ha Ling Peak, Devil’s Thumb, Tunnel Mountain, Ambler Mountain, you name it- we’ve probably done it. Even though we had tons to choose from, there was one issue that was getting on mainly Dakota’s nerves: These trails were getting way too populated.
I don’t consider myself anti-social, but Dakota had a point. It did get annoying when you wanted to quietly take in your surroundings and slow down, only to have a large group of mouth-breathing hikers charge past you, add another group of slower, louder hikers approaching from behind and it feels like you’re in West Edmonton Mall instead of a mountain trail. There was safety in numbers, no animals would go near the commotion- but hiking became just that; commotion.
We were at Nick’s house having some brews that Dakota had picked up from the Wild Rose Brewery in Calgary. Dakota had just moved up to Edmonton last year, where Nick and I had spent our entire lives. Dakota would frequently visit his parents in Calgary. I never heard much about the city, besides its outdoor show, The Stampede. That being said, they made some damn good beer.
After getting through most of the alcohol, Nick proposed a solution to our hike problem. His proposition? Do a hike to find what he described as an old settlement that people refused to put on the map. It was never finished, no matter how many people were sent to work on it, nothing came; and the people never came back. It was in a mountain range apparently, so we’d still get the “hike” feeling we always welcomed.
There had been tiny rumors of it still being around according to the locals of our neighboring province. He insisted we go off the grid and look for it, as he had some leads on it through what he’d call “unconventional journalism.” I was always wary that he meant the dark web or something like that.
Nick still had a dream, to get himself into the local paper by presenting a story that would shock the people of our city. I, who had big picture photography dreams, wanted not much to do with abandoned or otherwise disturbing scenery. I wanted to take photos of beautiful landscapes and sell them. That made no fortune so far, and I was getting close to broke. I had a dream, and wanted money and the exposure.
We all had a lot of time off as we had booked off vacation time as a group in case we wanted to so SOMETHING. Nick wanted two weeks for this trek, which would eat most of my vacation time, and I wanted around three days. We compromised and decided the hiking trip would be a week long. If we got what we wanted sooner, we’d go early.
Nick was easily the boldest of the three, and I was the least. Nick told me to stop worrying and that we'd pack and prepare accordingly. I knew we’d be camping overnight, and that rubbed me the wrong way. Dakota assisted Nick in looking for an entryway to this so-called nameless settlement on the map and it didn’t take the two of them long.
They had their eyes on a mountain range that was near the north end of the rocky mountain span. With Nick’s research, the settlement would be near the mountains, if not directly on them. It was far, probably further than we’ve ever driven to go for a hike. We’d be crossing the border into British Columbia, and parking near Buckinghorse River. We’d follow the river until we found a nearby mountain, and proceed to hike up it. It was close to the Yukon border, so the population would be minimal at worst and empty at best. It’d just be the three of us, searching for something strange in the middle of nowhere, with nobody to bother us.
I made a list of all the gear I deemed necessary. Nick insisted I bring my camera, since its specs were higher than his. Dakota reminded me to take his heavy-duty GPS considering we weren’t consulting a hiking website to find a trail, and might want to mark down interesting spots. The mountains didn’t seem steep enough to require scrambling gear, but I wrote it down anyway. I also made sure to pack a hatchet and some bear spray.
The two were slowly persuading me into it, plus I trusted them. Nick and Dakota used to be boy scouts, and had a lot of experience camping deep into the woods. I loved hiking, but I was also scared shitless of things like bears and cougars or anything severely unknown that you’d encounter far off a trail.
And what we ended up finding would validate my fear.
The morning of the hike, we all huddled into Nick’s tight truck and drove northwest for just over eight hours. I helped Nick out by taking the wheel for the last two hours so he could relax. The sun was almost completely down by the time we reached Buckinghorse River.
A parking lot greeted us, and there was a worn out lodge right by the riverside. We bought some extra snacks and some smaller essentials for the trip there. Nick asked the older man who was running the lodge if he’d seen or heard anything about the nameless settlement we were in search of. The older man looked confused. Nick tried to prod and pry for more questions, but the lodge owner got agitated and booted us out.
There was an entrance to a provincial park on the other side of the highway, but I saw nobody going in or out of it. There were literally two cars in
the whole parking lot, and I counted one lone car that passed the lodge on the highway.
We decided we’d get a head start west following the river, as it’d probably be a long trip to reach the closest mountain. The nearest mountain looked to be at least a small hike of its own, maybe four hours.
We began the trek with the last hours of sunlight lighting the way. The area itself was beautiful, as BC usually tends to be. Lots of long, deep green grass stretches for kilometres, and the treeline was packed heavy with cedar and spruce trees. It felt much more like Alberta. I noticed on the other side of the river there were construction vehicles just past the treeline. None of them were moving, and none of them were in use judging by the sounds of things. I assumed maybe they were empty, to our relief.
We saw a few animals, namely some raccoons and some deer. I’m pretty sure I saw a caribou as well. Nothing that made me uncomfortable. The fact that these animals were casually wandering around gave me a bit of relief. They probably wouldn’t stick around if there were predators, right?
After about two hours of walking, we decided to set up camp. Our tent was big, as it was meant for eight people. With the help of a campfire to give us light, we set the tent up in a matter of minutes. The river was peaceful and calming to listen to, as well as the birds and the bugs all chirping. We had ourselves a drink, ate some snacks and called it a night. I saw that there was a truck parked behind a couple trees on the other side of the shallow river.
This truck was alone, and from what I could tell it looked like it was parked there for a few days. It was odd that they’d be out this far; their construction machinery didn’t follow them. Were they building something, or looking for something? I hoped construction folk wouldn’t come usher us out in the morning.
Fortunately, Nick didn’t snore so I fell asleep rather fast. However, when I woke up around 3am, I noticed Dakota was awake and he looked alert. I sneaked around Nick, and asked Dakota what was up. He said he could hear footsteps outside the tent. I decided to try listening in with him. There wasn’t nearly as much chirping from any of the insect and bird life. It was like most of them fled from something nearby.
A couple minutes later, I heard the footsteps too,
They were rapid, like someone was sprinting in short bursts. Sounded like two people, just in front of the treeline on our side of the river. I heard a small cackle from one of the people- if i’d call them that- outside. I was scared, as was Dakota, but he tried rationalizing that maybe they were some of the construction crew given the equipment on the other side.
Lucky for us, after listening to these things pace back and forth around fifty meters away, they ran back into the trees about ten minutes later. Those didn’t sound like normal people, and I would take normal people over those things any day.
Dakota and I didn’t get much sleep that night. We told Nick about it in the morning. He was surprised, in fact he was happy. We had something scout our tent and take off into the woods and he was happy about it. He insisted we were on the right path, and that if there were people coming from the woods they were members of this “settlement.” Dakota argued for Nick to be cautious, as he recalled the noises these things made. It was too strange to be human. That enticed Nick even more. We knew we couldn’t talk him out, but it was feeling dangerous or wrong to be out here. Sure we had numbers, but what did these things have?
Nick proposed that I should do a once-over around our site and begin our investigative hike into the woods. I knew I couldn’t reason, so I reluctantly agreed, and he and Dakota took down the tent and packed for our trek while I looked around the site where I heard the footsteps. Things were already off to a weird start when I caught a whiff of what smelled like blood.
My eyes rapidly darted around the area; I was in search mode. Didn’t want to draw attention in case there was something dangerous nearby, so I kept quiet about it. I got my first clue, when I saw a name-tag from what I would assume is a foresting company. I gently picked it up, taking note of how filthy the tag was. It had some blood stains on it. Matthew Butters was the only legible part of the tag, minus the tree log on the name-tag.
Just beyond the name-tag on the ground were bloody, tattered clothes torn to shreds and tossed against the trees. There were also several, dry blood handprints on many of the trees, almost forming a pattern. There was a lot of space between the skinny trees, and the deeper into the trees I looked, the darker it got- even for a clear morning. Whoever this Matthew Butters was, I doubt he was alive now. Didn’t look like a good way to go out either.
I called the boys over to me, showing them my discovery. I had a dilemma in my head, knowing the situation that happened last night. Do we call authorities and give them a two hour hike in the middle of nowhere to look for a most likely dead man? Or do we do the investigating ourselves so we could have the titles of great journalists despite the danger? A part of me wanted to do neither but would we be credited as heroes or slandered for moving past this for the sake of our investigation?
As I thought more and more about my dilemma, I noticed something that didn’t look right about one of the trees.
I cautiously crept deeper into the woods, Nick and Dakota right behind me. I had my bear spray clutched. I heard a humming coming from the tree, almost like a vibration. From what I could make out from afar, the tree was a different color, and had a very strange bulge sticking out at the top- it almost looked like it had human arms sticking out at the top. Something stunk, too. The smell got worse the closer we got, smelled like someone soiled themselves and smeared it on the tree. The noise became clear; there were flies buzzing around, was it an animal carcass on a strange, red tree. As we got closer I got the clarity I needed, but I wish I hadn’t.
The branches of the tree were all ripped off near the bottom, and a dismembered body was tied in pieces to the tree with crude ropes. The severed head was contorted, and resembled the ID tag- this was Matthew Butters. This foul contraption stood like some sort of effigy in the woods. It looked like it was marking its territory. Nick and Dakota, despite being fans of gory horror movies, looked as disgusted as I did. A major gut feeling said run for our lives, but WHAT did that?
That gruesome image gave us a solution: do a small bit of investigation, leave, then tell authorities and hope they wipe out whatever the fuck did that.
I took the GPS, marking our first camp. I figured we’d need to fall back here if things went south. It was a cozy spot, and nothing about what we were going to be doing was cozy.
Then it was my job to mark down the location of these killers.
It began to get eerily quiet in the woods as the three of us packed up our essentials (minus the tent) and prepared ourselves for a quick trek deeper into these woods. I felt surprisingly safe with these two; they were both five years older than me and once again- more experienced. I was around the age where I wanted to stop being so cowardly, even against logic. Tracking a twisted killer seemed like a hell of a start.
We had no firearms. The closest thing to a weapon we had was bear spray and the hatchet I brought that was getting very dull. I figured it would work as a club. We still had an ample amount of snacks and a decent amount of things to drink. We were only going to budget an hour to this, and I set a quiet alarm to rectify that. We still had a ton of sunlight, so we began our recon.
The breeze was soothing as we carefully made our way in. It was also the only noise we heard; all the critters and bugs were gone. Was there danger close? The three of us kept our eyes on a swivel, making sure to not make much noise as we crept further in. I noticed the batteries on the GPS were getting low, so I planned on using it sparingly. I packed some tape that I used to mark trees discreetly to guide us just in case.
Ten minutes in, there was another one of those hideous corpse effigies. This one was a lot older, as much of the meat was already rotten. It smelt horrible, even making Nick sick. He went to go puke in a bush nearby. We all somewhat knew what we were getting into, as we could smell it in the distance. We were on the right track, at least.
As I was checking up on Nick, I heard branches on the ground quickly snapping in the distance. Everyone ducked for cover as the noises came across the path ahead. They weren’t too close from what I could tell but this forest wasn’t dense. Thankfully, the shrubs on the ground were big enough to hide behind. Dakota took cover behind one just to my right, and Nick and I stayed put under the same shrub. I heard the familiar cackling from the night before.That possessed me to peek my head out for a look.
Just under 100 meters ahead, I saw three naked people. Their movements were twitchy and quick, like a spider’s. They were hunched over more than the average person, didn’t look natural. They had slowed their pace, sniffing the air like animals. All of them had long hair, and from what I could tell from their parts they were all female. Their heads were turned away, but one suddenly began to turn to my direction.
Holy crap! I quickly ducked back, praying they didn’t see me. I heard that cackle, coming from all three of them. I began to shake, refusing to move. My heart began to pound as if I ran a marathon. Branches began snapping, but I couldn’t tell if they were getting closer to me. My eyes were bulging, and I kept looking to see if Dakota saw them too. I gestured for him to keep down, as I saw him shifting his body around.
Nick brilliantly thought to carefully bend some of the branches around to form a peephole. I did the same. I began hearing grunting and other strange noises coming from these things. As I peeked through the shrub, I got a good look at one of these things.
A naked humanoid female, who was fairly tall, was slowly shambling around the area, as the other two stayed back. The hair on her head was slimy and matted, her skin looked...almost hard. Her face was warped, with almost the look of a caveman, and some of her teeth jutted out of her mouth, too long and bent to stay in. She had splatters of dried blood on her face and body.
I quickly closed the hole I made in the shrubs and clutched the hatchet and bear spray in each hand. I didn’t want to get eaten today. I could now hear HER footsteps snapping branches, and moving pebbles. A couple more large strides and she would be right in front of us. I gave Nick the hatchet, and his shaky hands accepted it. I glanced at Dakota, who gestured for us to look back at this thing.
I sure as shit didn’t want to, but Nick started to form his peephole again, and he quickly gestured to me to look through it as well. I saw the female, on all fours walking back towards the others. After grunting at them, they too dropped on all fours and began rushing deeper into the woods.
Like a primate.
It was unnerving to look at, and I really wanted to just pull the plug on this whole adventure so we could save ourselves. Nick urged me to take photos as they ran away but I wasn’t moving. This wasn’t the work of a serial killer, but a tribe of humanoids. They were obviously isolated for a reason.
We waited for a couple minutes before we got out of our hiding spots. We didn't hear much so the coast must've been clear.
I tried to convince the others to turn around, but they told me that they needed to have more evidence, and that they wanted something harder. Namely, they were looking for where these creatures lived. I understood their want, but these things were clearly hostile. They were fast too, would the three of us even be enough? Did they have tools, or did they rip their victims apart? We didn’t know much.
Nick was fascinated by these things. He said this was definitely IT, and that we'd have the big story in no time. He was clearly the most adamant of the group, as Dakota was a little bit more reluctant than before. After a small breather, I nervously followed the two deeper into the woods. We had half an hour to go before my alarm went off, and I was going to do my damnedest to stick with it.
These things that we saw left footprints. They were large, would probably make a Sasquatch witness proud. Their dragging knuckles also left prints in the ground.
As another blast of wind blew through the woods, I tried taking in my surroundings to calm myself. The wind kicked up the underbrush just a little, and the leaves and pines rustled in the wind. It was the only thing I could hear, and it gave me just a brief moment of peace.
The forest itself was gorgeous and green, considering the circumstances. I kept eyeing the timer, and marking the trees accordingly. These things weren’t going to catch on, right? The hideous effigies that we continued to encounter from time to time proved to us that we were going in the right direction. There was even a corpse that was hogtied from a tree that looked almost completely eaten. The corpse itself was rigged up by what looked like a mix of dirty clothing, something sturdy like muddled denim. That was my best guess, given much of the shirt and jeans of the corpse were almost completely torn off.
I was startled by it, as it was fairly high off the ground. It was just one more thing I needed to be aware of; if these goddamn things could climb trees then we could be even more vulnerable. Given their size, we’d at least hear them climbing around I hoped. Dakota said he’d keep an eye on the trees if Nick and I focused on what was ahead.
Eventually, there was a gap in the treeline that we were quickly approaching. Looked like a field. We’d be out in the open, and we’d definitely be being watched, if we weren’t already. We had begun to hear more primitive noises from farther up ahead once more. Instinctively we knew what to do. The three of us ducked behind some cover as we witnessed what was waiting for us in the field just ahead.
Dakota did the peephole strategy, and this time I brought out a pair of binoculars. There looked to be something massive in the far distance, and I wanted to witness it safely. I peered in with my binoculars, and upon seeing what was down there I immediately went pale.
In the field up ahead I saw an abandoned dump truck, as well as a few heavily rusted trucks. These things must have been from several decades ago. They did not look to be of our time, and they were so unused that nature was beginning to claim them. Weeds and tall grass engulfed the ground around the old vehicles. These creatures were patrolling around them. I counted with my panicked brain at least eighteen. They all resembled the ones from before, with a few exceptions.
The male humanoids that I saw had paint on them, and wore some bones as armor. Their teeth that jutted from their heads looked like they were carved- like perfect daggers. There were shorter humanoids running around too, that looked more mutated, with some of them having too many fingers, or nipples. Seeing one running around whilst devouring a severed human arm gave me chills. I didn’t want to be right, but these things ate people.
I could see corpses slumped in a pile, and there was another pile of bones not far from it. Given the outfits I’d say it was the foresting team, and folks working on building new roads too.
I saw four grown humanoids pick up a corpse, and begin to pull the limbs off with a considerable amount of effort. Some even used their teeth to finish the job. Scraps of flesh they threw to the little ones, who gleefully ate them up off the ground without using their hands.
The most unnerving thing was that surrounding the trucks, were massive structures that resembled the skeleton of a native lodge. Very minimalist framing, with…patches of skin as coverage. Somehow pieced together in a way that they could stick, I saw different skin tones patched together, some even had hair on them. Bones were also used in some of the construction too.
There were a few of these lodges too, where these humanoids would shamble between. In the middle of the lodges, there was a massive mound of what looked like clothes, bags, even food and bottles. The clothes were all different shapes, colors, and sizes. Much of the food looked spoiled, and the bottles looked like something from the early 50s. Did these things not know how to use them, let alone what they were?
No wonder this wasn't on the map, everything and everyone that was sent to build this place probably met an untimely demise like what we were witnessing. I guess the people in their time probably decided to cut their losses and abandon the development. Yet, these cannibals, where'd they come from?
It was clear that we’d found a village. A goddamn cannibal village in the middle of nowhere.
I dropped the binoculars in shock. We had our evidence, Nick just needed to take a snapshot and we were out of here. I shakily gave my camera to Nick and begged him to just blindly shoot a photo of the field so we could start making our escape. I glanced over behind me to make sure I could see a tape mark, which I could. I put it right by the hanged man. Our escape plan was now. It was broad daylight and I wanted to take advantage of that. I made sure to quickly mark our location on the GPS. My job was done, now we needed to leave!
Dakota stared into the field with the binoculars, his face going from curious, to contorting to a disgusted expression very fast. I began tugging on both their hefty asses when I felt something begin to vibrate on me.
It was my alarm; and it was blasting a loud tone. Did something in my pocket turn my ringtone up? Maybe diving for cover a couple times was to blame, to my luck. I quickly shut it off, time was up. I hoped that if there was a god that somehow created these things, that it would answer my prayers and not get the cannibals’ attention. I heard nothing change in the inhuman grunting and chittering from the field.
A massive, loud gust that nearly blew the phone from out of my hands struck us. With what I’d seen, a breeze in the woods didn’t calm me down anymore. Dakota gave the binoculars back to me. As he turned to face me, he suddenly jolted back. That’s when I heard something fumbling in the woods behind us. He immediately took my hatchet and clutched it tight. I had bear spray at the ready seeing this. I didn’t want to turn around, but for my life, I knew I had to. I did it quickly to get it over with, with my heart racing faster than ever.
Right by the hanged man, a smaller cannibal was stuffing his face with the last remains of the corpse.
Then, with a curious grunt, its grey, bulging eyes locked onto me.
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2020.10.27 12:44 LChris24 Named Places with Unknown Locations in Westeros (Spoilers Extended)

Throughout the ASOIAF series we get to hear about numerous places that we still don't have a confirmed location for. I originally wanted to do the entire world but it would have gotten too big (even though I wanted to include places like the Dreaming City of the Poets), so I decided to limit it to Westeros.
List of places that we hear about but don't have a confirmed location for.

Places that are only mentioned as a place that a character is from

Shady Glen (Ser Shadrich aka the Mad Mouse)
"Ser Shadrich of the Shady Glen. Some call me the Mad Mouse." He turned his shield to show her his sigil, a large white mouse with fierce red eyes, on bendy brown and blue. "The brown is for the lands I've roamed, the blue for the rivers that I've crossed. The mouse is me." -AFFC, Brienne I
The above is the only mention of Shady Glen in the series. (It should be noted that dunk sees what he thins are “shady glens” in The Sworn Sword).
Greenaway (Garth of Greenaway)
Only mentioned as a distinguisher for one of the Garths in the Night’s Watch.
Later, much later, Sam found himself sitting crosslegged on the floor, with Mormont's head in his lap. He did not remember how they'd gotten there, or much of anything else that had happened after the Old Bear was stabbed. Garth of Greenaway had killed Garth of Oldtown, he recalled, but not why. Rolley of Sisterton had fallen from the loft and broken his neck after climbing the ladder to have a taste of Craster's wives. Grenn . -ASOS, Samwell II
Greenpools (Colen of Greenpools)
Ser Colen is a knight of House Greenpools. As Colen serves Renly, Greenpools could be in the Reach or Stormlands.
When he saw her banners, he trotted up to her alone. "My lady," he called, "I am Ser Colen of Greenpools, as it please you. These are dangerous lands you cross." -ACOK, Catelyn II
King’s Mountain (Ser Patrek of King’s Mountain)
Ser Patrek of King’s Mountain loses his lands when Stannis sails for the Wall. I think it can be assumed that it is located in the crownlands/Stormlands or less likely near Dragonstone or in the Reach.
He is killed by a giant, as an homage to his friend Patrick St. Denis of Montreal. Montreal’s favorite team (the Dallas Cowboys, whose colors and logo match Ser Patrek’s) is ripped apart by a giant (GRRM’s favorite team is the Giants).
SSM, Ser Patrek of King’s Mountain: 17 September 2012
Misty Moor (Ser Kyle the Cat)
Ser Kyle (hedge knight from The Mystery Knight) is known to be from here:
A noble vow. I am Ser Kyle, the Cat of Misty Moor. Under yonder chestnut sits Ser Glendon, ah, Ball. And here you have the good Ser Maynard Plumm." -The Mystery Knight
Unlike Glendon (Hero's blood!) and Maynard (Bloodraven), Ser Kyle (as of now) just seems like some guy.
Redpool (Ser Malegorn)
Ser Malegorn is wed to a wilding girl (of dubious wilding royalty). As one of the queen’s men, its likely he is from the Reach/Stormlands/Dragonstone/Crownlands
"Gerrick has graciously agreed to give the hand of his eldest daughter to my beloved Axell, to be united by the Lord of Light in holy wedlock," Queen Selyse said. "His other girls shall wed at the same time—the second daughter with Ser Brus Buckler and the youngest with Ser Malegorn of Redpool." -ADWD, Jon XIII
Rosewood (Red Alyn)
Red Alyn is a member of the NW who manages to get hit by an arrow while atop a 700 foot wall and then fall to his death.
Already their archers were stealing forward, pushing their rolling mantlets. "Here come our breakfast arrows," Pyp announced cheerfully, as he did every morning. It's good that he can make a jape of it, Jon thought. Someone has to. Three days ago, one of those breakfast arrows had caught Red Alyn of the Rosewood in the leg. You could still see his body at the foot of the Wall, if you cared to lean out far enough. Jon had to think that it was better for them to smile at Pyp's jest than to brood over Alyn's corpse. -ASOS, Jon IX
Runnymudd (Alf)
Alf of Runnymudd is a builder in the Night’s Watch who converts to R’hllor.
"Nor Garth," said the queen's man she knew as Alf of Runnymudd, one of the first to exchange his seven false gods for the truth of R'hllor. "Garth's too clever for them wildlings." -ADWD, Melisandre I
Tally Hill (Ser Triston)
As a Sunglass man, Tally Hill may be near Sweetport Sound in the Crownlands.
"There is no honor in hiding and sneaking," objected Ser Triston of Tally Hill, who had been a Sunglass man before Lord Guncer went to Melisandre's fires. -ASOS, Davos VI
Woodmere (Ser Walder)
Ser Walder of Woodmere participated in the Tourney of Ashford Meadow in 209 AC.
Therefore he could be from the Reach, although his heraldry is shown differently at times and therefore he could be a bastard of House Frey
Moontown (Merrit of Moontown)
Merrit of Moontown of the Brotherhood without Banners is from Moontown
Jack-Be-Lucky, Harwin, and Merrit o' Moontown braved the burning septry to search for captives. They emerged from the smoke and flames a few moments later with eight brown brothers, one so weak that Merrit had to carry him across a shoulder. There was a septon with them as well, round-shouldered and balding, but he wore black chainmail over his grey robes. "Found him hiding under the cellar steps," said Jack, coughing. -ASOS, Arya VII
Longtown (Luke)
Luke is a member of the Night’s Watch from Longtown. He travels with Jon to the weirwood grove in ADWD:
The soldier pines and sentinels wore thick white coats, and icicles draped the bare brown limbs of the broadleafs. Jon sent Tom Barleycorn ahead to scout for them, though the way to the white grove was oft trod and familiar. Big Liddle and Luke of Longtown slipped into the brush to east and west. They would flank the column to give warning of any approach. All were seasoned rangers, armed with obsidian as well as steel, warhorns slung across their saddles should they need to summon help. -ADWD, Jon VII

Battlefields/Fight Locations

Redgrass Field
Although one of the major events in the series, the Redgrass Field (battle during the First Blackfyre Rebellion that was named for the grass turning red from blood) does not have a confirmed location. Due to the maps in TLOIAF we have at least a decent idea that the Redgrass Field/Weeping Ridge was near the crownlands.
This was confirmed by Elio in this thread:
Near King’s Landing is all we really know.
Weeping Ridge
Technically neapart of the Redgrass Field, the Weeping Ridge was an important part in the victory for the loyalists:
"The hammer and the anvil?" The old man's mustache gave a twitch. "The singers leave out much and more. Daemon was the Warrior himself that day. No man could stand before him. He broke Lord Arryn's van to pieces and slew the Knight of Ninestars and Wild Wyl Waynwood before coming up against Ser Gwayne Corbray of the Kingsguard. For near an hour they danced together on their horses, wheeling and circling and slashing as men died all around them. It's said that whenever Blackfyre and Lady Forlorn clashed, you could hear the sound for a league around. It was half a song and half a scream, they say. But when at last the Lady faltered, Blackfyre clove through Ser Gwayne's helm and left him blind and bleeding. Daemon dismounted to see that his fallen foe was not trampled, and commanded Redtusk to carry him back to the maesters in the rear. And there was his mortal error, for the Raven's Teeth had gained the top of Weeping Ridge, and Bloodraven saw his half brother's royal standard three hundred yards away, and Daemon and his sons beneath it. He slew Aegon first, the elder of the twins, for he knew that Daemon would never leave the boy whilst warmth lingered in his body, though white shafts fell like rain. Nor did he, though seven arrows pierced him, driven as much by sorcery as by Bloodraven's bow. Young Aemon took up Blackfyre when the blade slipped from his dying father's fingers, so Bloodraven slew him, too, the younger of the twins. Thus perished the black dragon and his sons. -The Sworn Sword
Silver Bridge
Ser Barristan Selmy won a tourney here. We only know of it from the White Book.
Ser Barristan of House Selmy. Firstborn son of Ser Lyonel Selmy of Harvest Hall. Served as squire to Ser Manfred Swann. Named "the Bold" in his 10th year, when he donned borrowed armor to appear as a mystery knight in the tourney at Blackhaven, where he was defeated and unmasked by Duncan, Prince of Dragonflies. Knighted in his 16th year by King Aegon V Targaryen, after performing great feats of prowess as a mystery knight in the winter tourney at King's Landing, defeating Prince Duncan the Small and Ser Duncan the Tall, Lord Commander of the Kingsguard. Slew Maelys the Monstrous, last of the Blackfyre Pretenders, in single combat during the War of the Ninepenny Kings. Defeated Lormelle Long Lance and Cedrik Storm, the Bastard of Bronzegate. Named to the Kingsguard in his 23rd year, by Lord Commander Ser Gerold Hightower. Defended the passage against all challengers in the tourney of the Silver Bridge. Victor in the mêlée at Maidenpool. Brought King Aerys II to safety during the Defiance of Duskendale, despite an arrow wound in the chest. Avenged the murder of his Sworn Brother, Ser Gwayne Gaunt. Rescued Lady Jeyne Swann and her septa from the Kingswood Brotherhood, defeating Simon Toyne and the Smiling Knight, and slaying the former. In the Oldtown tourney, defeated and unmasked the mystery knight Blackshield, revealing him as the Bastard of Uplands. Sole champion of Lord Steffon's tourney at Storm's End, whereat he unhorsed Lord Robert Baratheon, Prince Oberyn Martell, Lord Leyton Hightower, Lord Jon Connington, Lord Jason Mallister, and Prince Rhaegar Targaryen. Wounded by arrow, spear, and sword at the Battle of the Trident whilst fighting beside his Sworn Brothers and Rhaegar Prince of Dragonstone. Pardoned, and named Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, by King Robert I Baratheon. Served in the honor guard that brought Lady Cersei of House Lannister to King's Landing to wed King Robert. Led the attack on Old Wyk during Balon Greyjoy's Rebellion. Champion of the tourney at King's Landing, in his 57th year. Dismissed from service by King Joffrey I baratheon in his 61st year, for reasons of advanced age. -ASOS, Barristan VIII
Summerfield
Probably in the Reach or Stormlands as the King of the Reach and the Storm King had a battle here some years before Aegon’s Conquest.
From their great citadel Storm's End, the Storm Kings of House Durrandon had once ruled the eastern half of Westeros from Cape Wrath to the Bay of Crabs, but their powers had been dwindling for centuries. The Kings of the Reach had nibbled at their domains from the west, the Dornishmen harassed them from the south, and Harren the Black and his ironmen had pushed them from the Trident and the lands north of the Blackwater Rush. King Argilac, last of the Durrandon, had arrested this decline for a time, turning back a Dornish invasion whilst still a boy, crossing the narrow sea to join the great alliance against the imperialist "tigers" of Volantis, and slaying Garse VII Gardener, King of the Reach, in the Battle of Summerfield twenty years later. But Argilac had grown older; his famous mane of black hair had gone grey, and his prowess at arms had faded. -TWOIAF, The Reign of the Dragons: The Conquest

Others

Hollow Hill
Filled with weirwood roots (which is why some theorize it is beneath High Heart), the Hollow Hill is one of the “headquarters” of the Brotherhood without Banners and their “knights” are known as the “knights of the hollow hill”.
Even if it isn’t beneath hollow hill, it is still probably somewhere in the northern riverlands.
Lem unhooded Gendry. "What is this place?" he asked.
"An old place, deep and secret. A refuge where neither wolves nor lions come prowling. "
Neither wolves nor lions. Arya's skin prickled. She remembered the dream she'd had, and the taste of blood when she tore the man's arm from his shoulder. -ASOS, Arya VI
And:
"We are brothers here," Thoros of Myr declared. "Holy brothers, sworn to the realm, to our god, and to each other."
"The brotherhood without banners." Tom Sevenstrings plucked a string. "The knights of the hollow hill." -ASOS, Arya VI
The Howling Hill
Likely in the Stormlands, the Howling Hill is an unknown location where the Weirwood Alliance fought several battles:
The Andals established themselves on Cape Wrath as well and might well have taken all the rainwood if they had not proved as willing to make war on one another as upon the kingdoms of the First Men. But King Baldric I Durrandon (the Cunning) proved expert at setting them one against the other, and King Durran XXI took the unprecedented step of seeking out the remaining children of the forest in the caves and hollow hills where they had taken refuge and making common cause with them against the men from beyond the sea. In the battles fought at Black Bog, in the Misty Wood, and beneath the Howling Hill (the precise location of which has sadly been lost), this Weirwood Alliance dealt the Andals a series of stinging defeats and checked the decline of the Storm Kings for a time. An even more unlikely alliance, between King Cleoden I and three Dornish kings, won an even more telling victory over Drox the CorpseMaker on the river Slayne near Stonehelm a generation later. -TWOIAF, The Stormlands: Andals in the Stormlands
Which is also possibly what we encounter here as Arianne travels through the Rainwood:
And all at once she found herself in another cavern, five times as big as the last one, surrounded by a forest of stone columns. Daemon Sand moved to her side and raised his torch. “Look how the stone’s been shaped,” he said. “Those columns, and the wall there. See them?”
“Faces,” said Arianne. So many sad eyes, staring.
“This place belonged to the children of the forest.”
“A thousand years ago.” Arianne turned her head. -TWOW, Arianne II
This passage is likely what the Jon/Dany scene beneath Dragonstone is loosely based on.
Awhile back I made a (vaguely) similar post looking into the different Wonders of the World if you are interested.
TLDR: A look at some of the “unknown locations” that we have in Westeros.
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2020.10.27 06:34 fluffycatsinabox Long shot, but did anyone in this sub once leave a copy of "Azkaban" on a plane in Cincinnati?

Hi there,
I doubt anything will come of this, but I was wondering if anyone here once left a softcover copy of "Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban" on a plane at the Cincinnati airport. This would have been in the summer of 2006 or 2007.
I was on a plane ride from Cincinnati to New Mexico for a Boy Scout trip, and I felt really alone because I didn't really know anyone else on the trip. I've always been a huge (more like obsessive) HP fan and it was completely magical to find it in the pouch in front of me to help me feel less lonely. While I was tempted to take it, I decided to leave it there for the next person who might need it (in retrospect this was pretty stupid because the flight crew might have just thrown it away).
On an early episode of the (now defunct) podcast "Dear Mr. Potter", one of the listeners who wrote in mentioned leaving their copy of Prisoner on a plane in Cincinnati, so this was probably that very book. Anyway, if that person is you, sorry you lost your book, and I really appreciated finding it.
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2020.10.25 15:32 Arctic_Monsoon Charlotte the Spider

CHARACTER BIO

Name: Charlotte. Her given name was Experiment 12, and when she enters the vigilante business, she'll go by Attercop (not that she has much of a secret identity anyway).
Age: 9, but since she was vat-grown, she's biologically an adult. Her human half looks to be in its late 20s.
Appearance: Imagine a centaur with a spider's body rather than a horse's, and you've got about the right idea. Charlotte's top half is that of a fetching human woman's, with pale skin, black hair usually done in a Mia Wallace-style bob, and eight red eyes arranged in rows of two (not to mention a pair of fangs in her mouth). Right around her hips, however, her body merges with that of a massive black widow spider - easily as big as a cow. At full height, she stands at 7.5 feet tall from the tip of her spider legs to the top of her human head, and she weighs in at just about 500 pounds. While she does have a partial exoskeleton on her human part, it didn't fully form in the vat as intended; as such, her arms below the elbow are covered by shiny chitin plating, but the rest of her torso is just normal human skin.
As far as clothing goes, while her spider half goes uncovered, her human half is rather fond of conservative blouses and comfy, chunky sweaters, depending on the weather.
Personality: Despite her eerie appearance, Charlotte is an absolute sweetheart, and is always happy to lend a helping hand. She's very clever, even a bit of a smartass sometimes, and - ironically, thanks to her condition - she wouldn't even hurt a fly if it didn't hurt her first. Thanks to her background, she really looks up to superheroes, and is generally very nervous around laboratories. Although stares and remarks about her looks do get on her nerves, she's got a thick skin (exoskeleton) by now - after all, you kind of have to in a situation like hers - but Charlotte can still be pushed to active anger with enough prodding.
Background: Every once in a while, you get a scientist with the perfect combination of genius, creativity, and an absolutely astonishing lack of ethics; one Dr. Marvin Green fit this bill to the letter. A brilliant biologist specializing in arachnids, he slowly grew fixated on the idea of "evolving" them - in practice, running experiments with mutations and crossbreeding to make massive eight legged monsters. When some of them broke loose from his Nevada compound and needed several superheroes to be stopped, Green's work was exposed and he was arrested immediately. But during the raid on his lab, the heroes found the most bizarre thing of all - a woman with eight eyes, fused to the body of a huge spider. Unlike the others, she was intelligent, and not hostile at all; more than anything else, she seemed confused and scared. As a look at some of the files revealed, the good Doctor had been up to a lot more than just making run of the mill giant tarantulas... he was trying to genetically engineer a race of spider people. He'd gone off the deep end enough to think adding arachnid traits was the logical next step in human evolution, and she was the end result.
Though she couldn't speak much at the time, only knowing what English she'd been able to pick up from Dr. Green, she at least knew enough to identify herself as "Experiment 12". (Whatever happened to the other 11 spider people that implies the existence of is still a mystery.) Since she clearly wasn't a threat, but was now homeless and in desperate need of help - and more pressingly, a golden opportunity for (more ethical) research - she was sent to Paradiso University for a time. There, a team of the finest metabiologists studied her unique physiology, and a group of social workers tried hard to get her as acclimated to real society as they could. As they found, E12 turned out to be smart as a whip, picking up English in under a year and mastering literacy in less than twice that. Her favorite book, given to her by one of her handlers, was Charlotte's Web; in fact, she liked it enough that she finally picked her own human name.
After a few years of training, it was decided that Charlotte didn't need to stay under observation - amazingly quickly, for a once-feral meta in as strange a situation as the one she came from. Declared well-adjusted enough socially to survive on her own, and in full control of all her unique abilities, she's struck out on her own; at the moment, she's paying her rent by knitting and selling garments made from her silk, but her dream someday is to be a hero just like the ones who saved her. The main problem, as far as Charlotte's concerned, is her looks making people think she's a villain; sadly, most people give the giant spider girl a wide berth already. Of course, she's optimistic she'll figure out something.
Resources: An apartment that's very cramped considering her size, and a reliable income from knitting with and selling her silk.

POWERS AND SKILLS

Power Descriptions:
  • Arachne Physiology: Naturally, she's got some abilities just on account of being a giant spider woman. Those 8 legs can skitter at scarily fast speeds, easily as fast as a car loose on the highway, and just like a real spider's, they can climb up walls and ceilings with ease. She even had some jumping spider genes spliced in to let her jump 15 feet high, and 50 feet across. Her spider DNA massively scaled up her proportional strength, both for bearing long term loads and shorter lifts. Finally, once an hour, she can produce enough venom to kill a man, able to be conveyed through either a bite or a spit, but she'd never use this unless it was a last resort.
  • Webspinning: She can both let loose spiderwebs normally from her spinneret, or shoot them from the tips of her fingers. Her silk is very durable, even able to serve as strong light armor if she weaves it thick enough into clothing, and while less defensive uses of silk can be cut through with a strong arm and a sharp blade (as in a combat knife or something), it's very sticky if she wants it to be - it's an easy way in a pinch to make ropes or incapacitate potential enemies, and she can even use them for mobility by swinging around Peter Parker style. Much like real spiders, she can use different kinds of silk for different purposes (read: she can control the silk's thickness, adhesivity, strength, etc.). Of course, right now she mostly just uses this power to make very nice clothes and blankets to sell.
  • Spider Sense: Her normal human senses are all greatly enhanced, especially vision (as you'd probably expect from someone with four times as many eyes as everyone else). Her sense of smell is good enough to smell cigarette smoke about half a block away, and her hearing is good enough to hear conversations at the same radius, but her vision is good enough to spot gnats from a full city block. She also can see perfectly even if it's pitch black out. Aside from that, though, she also has a Spider-Man style "danger sense" that tells her if something is coming for her, which sets off when it comes within about a 50 foot radius of her.
Power Drawbacks: Attack her human body, outside of her arms, and there isn't much she can do about it. Also, her silk can't stick properly to very oily/greasy surfaces, and bleach or other strong bases will throw off its adhesivity as well.
Skills:
  • Stealth: You wouldn't think it for her size, but with the ability to walk silently and mobility like hers, she's really good at staying unseen. A favorite tactic hide on ceilings and above beams.
  • Knitting: You'd probably expect this, but even aside from with her own silk, she's very good at knitting, sewing and crocheting.
    • Tying Knots: Probably also to be expected, but sometimes, she needs to hold something that just sticking a web on won't work. With both her own silk and normal rope, she’d make any Boy Scout troop leader proud with her rigging skills.
Equipment/Weaponry: Nothing, at the moment.

ATTRIBUTES/FEATS

Strength: She can bear about 5 tons easily by carrying it on her spider body (and twice that for short distances, although that's very tiring), and her actual arms can lift about the same amounts with the same respective ease. Her thickest strand of web can bear up to 2 tons before snapping, but only half that for a safe load (e.g. taking into account any large movements, swings, etc. that could still cause the silk to break). Of course, if she really needs to hold something that heavy up, she can always shoot multiple ropes for more support.
Agility: About 80 mph at full speed, and she's very mobile, between her wall crawling, a 50 foot long jump, and using webs for grappling.
Intelligence/Wisdom: Not superhuman, and still a little stunted socially, but she’s smart.
Defense: Her exoskeleton can withstand pistol fire. Her uncovered skin is pretty normal, though, and she won't have Kevlar or anything for it until she actually becomes a heroine.
Offense: Aside from her strength and webslinging, her claws and the points of her legs are very sharp, even able to pierce through thin (under 1 cm thick) layers of steel thanks to their durability. She can cause grievous bodily harm with ease, and is fully intended to be an offensive threat.
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2020.10.24 01:47 ScrapyardGod [Scrapyard of the Gods] [Derby] - Chapter 6

Another post for the Derby.
First Next>
Cover Art
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“I have no idea what I’m going to tell her.” The sausage sizzled and Holland was sure Triska heard that over any words he could say. Except maybe ‘You want some sausage?’ Not that it mattered if she heard him or not, she was a dog.
A dog staring up at him with the biggest, wettest eyes he’d ever seen.
“Yorna will probably handle the technical stuff, yeah?” he asked, caving in and fishing the smallest piece out of the pan. He tossed it up in the air and watched her snatch it on the way down, happy as could be. “But that just means she’ll ask me the personal questions. Wreckage questions.”
He’d been wracking his brain all night to prepare. And he still had no idea what she might ask. Whether she remembered anything at all. He didn’t know if he had it in him for a ‘your parents are dead’ conversation. The only one of those he’d been through had been a sentence.
Sil probably deserved better than he’d gotten.
Holland flipped the sausages one more time and took a knife to one, making sure it had all browned. He divided them up along three plates. He’d wanted to make four, but Yorna was clear Ebisu wouldn’t bother staying. He’d be out the back door with his computer before they even knew Sil’d woken up.
Worst bedside manner he’d ever seen.
“I guess we’ll just wing it. What’s the worst that could happen?” The toaster dinged and he fished that out next, stacking them next to the eggs. Which were thankfully still warm. Now he just had to hope they stayed that way until the others got here. “Beyond emotionally crippling a teenager.”
Triska offered nothing, just continued to beg. Even though Yorna had thrown down a perfectly good bone for her. Honestly, the nerve.
He was setting the table when he heard the footsteps. Two pairs coming down the hallway. Couldn’t be anyone else, they wouldn’t be having classes here for another month.
Yorna came in first, smiling but only to a point. Her shoulders were wound like a spring and her hands were hidden among the handles of two paper bags. She met his eyes and there was panic there. Hidden behind her lecture face, but she wasn’t enjoying herself.
The girl though, he still wasn’t ready for that. Her eyes flicked to his the moment she passed the threshold. Sunken and red and far, far too distant for a kid. He wouldn’t even call her awake, just present.
She’d gotten out of that gaudy bodysuit at least. Nice hardy desert clothes now. She wouldn’t stand out so much. Though when she walked up to him and almost looked him right in the eye, he knew that was always going to be a problem. She hadn’t seemed that tall when he was carrying her.
“Hello,” she said, not even a hint of an accent.
“Hey yourself,” he said. Because what was he supposed to say?
Triska introduced herself as well, walking right up to Silvea and shoving her nose against her stomach. The girl stared at the dog like she was about to faint, and Holland reached out to grab her by the collar. Triska whined and struggled as he pulled her back, but a sharp whistle got her to sit.
“Sorry.” He kept his hand on the dog’s back just in case. No point in spooking the new arrival. “Should have heeled her when you came in.”
“It’s...fine.” The girl did not look fine. She looked ready to bolt, hands wrapped around the ends of her scarf like she could use it as a weapon. Yorna calmly took to the table behind them, finishing setting the places. “I’ve never seen a dog this big.”
Triska came up to his ribs sitting down. There were bigger dogs, much bigger. Dogs designed to take down bears or cliff-snakes.
“You like her?” Holland through on his biggest smile, scratching her behind the ears. “Bought her off the fighting pits before they could throw her into the grinder. They breed their dogs big and mean, but if you get to them fast, they’re sweethearts.”
Triska whined in the affirmative, her tail thumping against the floor behind them. Silvea didn’t look convinced. If anything her face had gotten even paler and she was slouching just enough for her hair to screen her eyes.
“She’s...a dog.” She wrung her hands, seeming to shrink into the new clothes. Then she put her arms out and dipped into a bow, just barely meeting Holland’s eyes. “My name is Silvea Trasento.”
Behind her, Yorna shrugged. Holland watched the spacer awkwardly go through her bow and wondered if he should say something. He decided just to offer his hand instead.
“G.B. Holland.”
Silvea stared at it as if his fingers might grow teeth and bite. But she did reach out her hand, grasping his own. The shake was limp and weak and entirely uncertain and her skin was smooth enough to feel like velvet.
Holland couldn’t escape the thought that this planet would snap her in half.
“Thank you for saving me,” she said, in a voice so quiet he almost missed it. Her language wasn’t quite there yet, every word flat and dull. He had a strong urge to pull her into a hug, but that might be overstepping.
“Just doing my job,” he said, because what did you say to that? It could have been his job if you squinted a bit at the description. Though that would also get Silvea labeled as ‘salvage’ and they were thankfully in the wrong town for that.
“Holland scouts out crashes for the city,” Yorna helpfully answered, putting a hand on each of their shoulders and guiding them towards the table. “Or for one of our local mechanics when the city is otherwise occupied.”
“I’m really more of an independent contractor.” Holland took the chair closer to Yorna’s as she put the girl in her chair. Silvea just passively went along with all of it, looking down at the food like he’d hocked a pile of glowing slop onto the plate. He wasn’t that good of a cook, but it was just eggs and sausage.
Or maybe they didn’t have those in space.
“You certainly have questions,” Yorna began. She took her own seat, fork in hand, and paused when she noticed Sil was staring at her. The girl looked expectant. For what, he couldn’t say and it didn’t look like Yorna knew either. “...And the both of us will do our very best to answer them. Though I can’t promise easy answers.”
Silvea was staring not at her eyes, but at the fork. A slow and deliberate movement saw the girl pick up her own.
Holland also had questions.
“I doubt any of this will be easy,” she muttered. He couldn’t agree more. “Start with the big things.”
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“Where am I?”
Silvea had never seen food like this. Sausage, eggs, toast, all of that was common of course. But it all looked so...greasy.
There was no network for her to look up the ingredients or how it was prepared. The sausage might be pig, soy, or even cat for all she knew. The eggs might have been a substitute or they could be entirely alien. And who knew what grain had gone into the bread.
It was the clothes all over again and it would be everything now. No accountability for anything. Her implants were awake now and they were angry. A little red light had appeared in the bottom left corner of her eye telling her there was no connection. She had never seen it before. She had no idea how to turn it off.
“Most will call it the Scrapyard.” Yorna picked through her food with a fork, drawing up a bit of meat that practically dripped and put it into her mouth. Silvea had had her pegged as a priest, but what priest ate without thanking something? As long windedly as possible. “Some the Heap. Some Hell or Downwell or ‘Nouadhibou’ for whatever reason. That one is from a scholar who was obsessed with-”
“You call your planet Scrapyard?” Silvea had a pit opening in her stomach. A name like that.... “Crashes. You said crashes, plural.”
Holland looked up from his plate. He was smaller now, outside the armor and the smoke. She could see pockmarks running down his jaw, old scars. His hands had been rough and calloused. More than the workers at the docks.
Him and Yorna both, they looked so weathered. Like the planet was slowly stripping away their skin.
Like they’d never been offworld. Not once.
“Am I stuck here?” she asked, cutting off whatever answer he had been making. That was what she was really asking, wasn’t it?
Holland looked to Yorna then the dog before finally meeting her eyes.
“Yes.”
Silvea dug her thumb into the prong of a fork, waiting for it to bleed. She knew something was wrong. Something beyond a crash.
“In this system, there is a complex series of satellites.” Yorna slipped back into the voice of a lecturer, her hands clasped on the table. Her eyes were closed now. “We do not know who built them. We don’t know how to talk to them. We don’t know how they work. We are aware of them only through a few observatories stationed around the planet.”
Silvea could feel a laugh come on. This was the preamble to a pulp novel. And then at the end it would turn out to be a simulation pumped into the tube by bored, cruel cryotechs.
“We have determined three directives followed by the satellites.” Yorna held up her fingers like a fucking schoolteacher. “They prevent any man made object from leaving the planet’s atmosphere.”
Silvea shoved a knuckle against her mouth. Quarantine. She’d crashed on a godsdamned quarantined world.
“Two. The satellites employ an unknown method to capture ships from across the galaxy during FTL travel and force them to enter the orbit of the planet.”
A hand settled on her shoulder, rough and strong. Quiet words tried to coax her hand back before she broke skin. Yorna continued.
“Three. The satellites ensure that these captured ships come down to the planet’s surface.” Yorna opened her eyes just in time for Holland to take Silvea’s wrist, wrenching her hand away from her face. If she was phased, she didn’t show it. Which Silvea might have appreciated if she didn’t want to THROTTLE THE SKY! “Typically within deserts as they have no arable land. The Well, as it’s called, is at least considerate.”
“The Well.” It had a name. The thing had a name. Captured her ship. Forced it to crash. Deliberate wording, something that happened regularly. Enough for people to make a career out of it. “Least it’s got that going for it.”
It wasn’t an accident. None of it was accidental.
Something murdered her mother.
“We still don’t know the methods it uses to choose ships, but there doesn’t seem to be any pattern. We see everything from small ice-haulers to colony ships. Most of us are descended from the latter, they’re actually designed to enter an atmosphere.” Yorna kept talking and her voice was getting quieter. Silvea could hear a roar rushing to her ears. Was this a panic attack? Or just anger?
“Eat.” Holland’s voice was closer, right in her ear as he forced a fork into her hand. “You look ready to pass out or have an aneurysm. Eat before it gets cold.”
Silvea opened her mouth to tell him right where he could stick the food. Then he filled it with toast.
A minute later she was staring at her own empty plate. She hadn’t even tasted it, just....
“Woke up from a tube, got shot at, slept for a whole day, had your mind messed with, and all on an empty stomach.” Holland slid her his own untouched plate. She hesitated for a moment before taking the offer. “I’m amazed you can think coherently.”
“This isn’t going as well as I’d hoped,” Yorna said, looking down at her own meal as if contemplating giving it to Silvea. She wouldn’t mind. Not at all.
It tasted awful, like she was sliding an entire tub of grease down her throat.
She wanted to eat until she was sick.
She wanted to gouge out Holland’s pitying eyes.
She wanted to sleep.
“I want to sleep,” she said, letting the fork clatter against the plate. Clean again. She barely felt full. Or angry. Or sad. Just...just tired again.
“I’m afraid accommodations are the one thing I do not have,” Yorna said, sounding genuinely apologetic. “They had spare rooms before I became the Sister here, but they were remade into storage rooms or schoolhouses or a disastrous attempt at a brewery.”
“For now, I was thinking you would come with me.” Holland smiled. “I don’t live too far away. Could grab some sheets from here, throw together something in one of the empty rooms at the shop. At least for a little while.”
A little while. Right. What the hell was she going to do?
“I,” had many more questions, some of them she didn’t even know yet, “would like that.”
“Then I suppose I’ll go and get some bedding ready.” Yorna slid the remains of her plate across the table, refilling her water-glass in the same motion. Silvea stared at the food for a moment before downing it as well. She couldn’t afford to waste charity.
She had all but cleaned it (and Yorna finished discussing preparations with Holland) when there was a knock at the door.
“Would you get that?” the Sister asked, refilling Silvea’s glass again before heading out of the room. “If it’s important, tell them I’ll be along shortly.”
Holland nodded, getting up from his chair. Silvea watched him walk to the door. Wondered at the slight limp in his step. Had he gotten that from carrying her or had it been there before?
She owed him. A lot.
What the hell was she going to do?
Triska looked up from her bone, the dog’s ears perked and fur raised. She gave a growl, low and far too dangerous for the mut that had been begging for scraps minutes ago. Holland noticed, looking to the dog and pausing with his hand near the handle. Instead he leaned close to the door.
Silvea almost missed his exclamation, but there was no mistaking the way his back tensed. Something was wrong.
“Shit.”
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If there was one person Holland did not need to see today it was Jen Caricon.
But there he was, leaning against one of the posts propping the awning. He only had two cronies with him today. A fresh-faced slab of a man reading a pre-founding philosophy novel and Butcher Bevvy.
He was almost certain the new guy was more dangerous. Wouldn’t that be funny.
Holland looked at Silvea, her big eyes staring owlishly at his back, and motioned for her to stay quiet. Triska he let growl. Might as well set the tone for the conversation.
He took a deep breath and opened the door, steeling himself for the inevitable. Jen took one look at him and grinned ear to crooked ear.
“Georgie Boy!”
No reaction. That was what he wanted.
“Jen,” he said, offering the most minimal nod he could muster. Caricon had the skinny, hard frame of a wastelands cutthroat but dressed like a casino owner. All vibrant, fitted suits inexplicably free of dust and grime. Today’s model was canary yellow with pale blue stripes. It made him the most punchable man on the continent. “I wasn’t expecting to see you.”
“I wasn’t expecting to see you! I thought you’d still be off hunting treasures.” He leaned in close, black hair falling over his eyes. They were conspicuously silver, rumors flying whether it was natural, a graft, or he was dipping into cybernetics. “Certainly not at church for this unholy hour. There isn’t even a reading today.”
“I got in late and had to drop a few things off.” Holland leaned against the doorframe, blocking their view of the inside. Hopefully Sil would be smart enough to keep her head down. At least Triska barking would cover her noise. “Streets were closing up so I crashed here for the night.”
“To defile a priest,” the big guy said, flipping pages in his book.
“And stayed for breakfast.” Bevvy grinned, teeth stark white and gleaming. “Classy.”
“Now now, the good Sister is old enough to make her own decisions. Especially when the man is nice enough to bring her treasures.” Jen leaned in further, Holland forcing himself not to flinch back. The man’s eyes were alight. “But you didn’t give it all to the Church, did you? You always keep something back for the mech.”
“And you should know that I reserve such things as my rent.” Holland leaned forward to match him and it was Jen who flinched first, stepping back from the door. Butcher Bevvy crossed her arms, nails backed by steel-glass resting on her skin. “If you want any of it, you head to the market like anyone else. I do contract work, not auctions.”
“And that’s a shame. You should know that I-”
Jen paused and his eyes widened like moons. Holland followed his gaze over his shoulder to see Silvea out of her chair, looking at the door with unhidden curiosity. Tall, thin, pale, and so out of place in heavy desert clothing.
When he turned back around, Jen was right in his face, voice barely a whisper.
“You should know I pay good money for anything that the Well sends us.” Holland could almost hear him salivating. Had he heard rumors already or was this genuine? “Well beyond what you need for rent. Enough to make people comfortable.”
Holland heard Silvea take a step back, faint under Triska’s growls reaching a fever pitch. Had she heard or did she merely suspect?
“I seem to recall we had an agreement some three months ago. You wanted a crate of rare antibiotics and I told you to go fuck yourself.” Jen’s eye twitched. The brute’s book snapped shut and Bev stood straighter, nails lengthening. “Sadly, I never received notice of payment so I had to sell it at market to the hospital. And if you didn’t honor that contract, how can I trust you with anything else?”
Holland could slow them down, maybe for a whole minute if the bruiser didn’t outpace Bevvy. Would that be enough for Silvea to find Yorna? Maybe if he sent Triska with her. But he could hold them longer if he had his dog.
Jen starred silent long enough for him to have a rough plan together. Then he laughed, reaching out unwarranted to clap Holland on the shoulder.
“Well, that’s a shame, a real shame. Ah, but I’m going off topic, we’re not here for business, but charity! Bev.” The woman glared death before reaching behind her legs, grabbing two bags, and throwing them at his feet. “Fresh clothes for the needy! Well, not fresh, you will want to make sure they’re properly laundered.”
Holland could picture Hadis in his mind’s eye, the vein on their forehead throbbing.
“I’ll pass that along,” he said, picking up the bags and bringing them inside. “Was there anything else?”
“Oh no, nothing else. Just keep everything in mind.” Jen shot him a smile that might have been winning, but only if the game was rigged. Then he turned on his heel, his two cronies following a step behind. “You know where I am if you want to do business.”
Holland watched them go all the way into the street. The moment they rounded the corner, he slammed the door shut.
“Fucker.”
It wasn’t his voice, but Yorna’s, having returned with bedding. She dropped the bundle next to the others, rushing forward to examine the ‘donations’.
“I suppose I will take these to the guards.”
“Why bother. They won’t find anything.” Holland dug a knuckle into his temple as Triska’s growls trailed off to low, unhappy whimpers. Silvea, for her part, was staring wide-eyed at Yorna. Like the woman had started killing cats in front of her. He coughed until he had her attention. “I was hoping that introduction would come later. Jen isn’t really our best foot forward.”
“Why would you introduce him at all?” Silvea asked, glaring at the closed door. An expression not too far away from Triska’s. “That suit alone should have him shot.”
She kept a sense of humor. Probably a good sign.
Unless she didn’t.
“Jen’s like a cockroach, he’ll get into your house whether you let him in or not.” Or how many times the guards had stepped on him. And now he’d never be able to leave Sil alone. At least until Lord Guido came back from the desert. “We should head back to the shop now before anyone else comes snooping. Rumors are probably flying by now and Tsuk’s going to kill me for not checking in.”
“You spent the night here?” Silvea asked as Holland started gathering up the bags. They had a spare cot somewhere at the shop. He could clear out one of the storage rooms, move all the crap from there somewhere else, and give her a place with some shelves. Wouldn’t be pretty, but nothing in this town was. Except Yorna.
“Wanted to give you a familiar face when you woke up.” He tried a grin as he put the mass of bedding on his shoulders, tucking the clothes under his arm. At least it was all clothing. Lighter than her and he’d carried her farther. “As familiar as we are.”
Silvea blinked at him, her eyes sliding to Yorna.
“I thought you said you didn’t have guest rooms?”
There was a long, awful silence.
“We should really get going,” he said, turning towards the door. A whistle got Triska bounding along behind him, thankfully oblivious to any implications. “Yorna, thank you for hosting us.”
“Please, I love to have you over. Do come again.” Yorna smiled at Silvea, a hand on her shoulder. “That goes for you to. Come back again when you’re settled in. I can answer any questions you have.”
“Right.” The girl’s eyes shifted to the floor. “I...thank you.”
Holland opened the door and stepped outside, pleased to feel the sun. More pleased to find no one in the street save a couple people putting up their washing. Silvea followed, Yorna giving him a wave behind her back.
Sil hesitated at the threshold, staring up at the awning like there was a monster waiting on the other side of it.
“You ready to go?” Maybe there was something she forgot. Or he forgot. The sunlight made her look downright bloodless and he could see her shoulders slumping.
“Yeah,” she said after a moment. Her eyes met his and there was a faint, certainly forced, smile on her lips. “I guess this place is home now?”
Holland did not own the building. He couldn’t guess how Tsuk would react to a sudden guest. He probably couldn’t offer anything permanent. And Lord Guido might decide to send her deeper into the continent, far away from raiders and black markets.
Triska barked and spun around in a circle, ecstatic just to be outside. The smile became more genuine.
“Guess so,” he said, motioning her to follow. “Welcome home.”
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2020.10.23 05:16 skymoose_ [TOMT][MOVIE][90's] A movie from my childhood

I thought it starred Tim Allen, but I just looked at his filmography and it must've been someone else.
All the details I remember:
Main character was sort of like an estranged father or the boyfriend of a woman who had a son, and the main character was trying to bond with the son.
The MC and the woman would walk up and down the beach collecting driftwood and stuff and hang it all on the wall as an art piece, and at the end it ended up being a circle
The father and son join a Native American themed 'boy scout'-like group. One member of the group was a very by the book guy and would constantly say 'point of order!', even when he had a gun pointed at him by the film's bad guys during the climax
I seem to remember a scene where one kid made another kid an authentic styled Native American coat, with the leather strips being made correctly or something, and the two kids bonding with...video games?
So yeah some bad guys show up for...some reason...and the 'boy scouts' fight them off in a forest by utilizing the skills they learned in the group, with bees or something
That's all I can remember
No it's not Jungle 2 Jungle lol
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2020.10.21 17:43 LovingLife177 "HeartSell"® vs The Holy Ghost vs Elevation (emotion)

"HeartSell"®-
Bonneville Communications, a media and broadcasting company wholly owned by the LDS church through its for profit arm, Deseret Management Corporation, promotes itself for its ability to invoke feelings and thoughts that lead to action through their trademarked advertising and marketing techniques. This pattern of advertising looks very similar to the teachings of the LDS Church about the Holy Ghost and how it can be experienced.
“At Bonneville Communications, our ability to touch the hearts and minds of audiences makes us an essential resource for organizations with vital messages.
For more than 30 years, our creative professionals have designed public service and direct response messages for national nonprofit organizations such as the Huntsman Cancer Institute, Boy Scouts of America, National Hospice Foundation, The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and The Salvation Army.
Our unique strength is the ability to touch the hearts and minds of our audiences, evoking first feeling, then thought and, finally, action. We call this uniquely powerful brand of creative "HeartSell"® - strategic emotional advertising that stimulates response.
Our people not only create effective messages; we get them out effectively. We maintain an ongoing public service relationship with more than 11,000 radio and TV stations and networks, and cable networks and systems in North America alone. We distribute public service and paid media campaigns directly from our offices in Salt Lake City.
We provide all pre-production, production, and post-production services, as well as state-of-the-art special effects and post-production facilities, closed captioning, electronic tagging, and video and audio duplication.
We are an advertising agency engaged in communications for quality life. Our people are driven by the belief that advertising can - and should - be a powerful, positive influence on the values and lives of people.
Visit us at Bonneville.com” (Bonneville Communications: "HeartSell"®)
Bonneville’s HeartSell® is a seduction of the eye. It strategically appeals to our emotions to stimulate a pre-determined response. It is a marketing strategy designed for us to watch with our eyes, devoid of conscience, and then be willingly catapulted to action by the feelings and thoughts it invokes.
Marketing is an amazing thing. This uniquely powerful, strategic emotional manipulation of peoples’ feelings has been trademarked by the LDS Church. HeartSell® has proven to be a useful tool in advertising and it seems it is also effective in LDS proselytizing.

The Holy Ghost-

The church teaches members that the Holy Ghost is experienced as a warm blanket around your heart, a peaceful feeling in your heart, a warm feeling in your heart, like a gentle tug, is felt rather than heard, a soft burning in your heart, a feeling of light, a peaceful and happy feeling, a warm feeling in your chest, a warm feeling inside, a special feeling, a feeling of love, peace, and safety, a feeling of joy and a desire to do good, a fuzzy feeling in your heart, a quiet, comforting feeling, a bad feeling when something is wrong, that it will help you feel God’s love, etc.
The church also teaches members that the Holy Ghost speaks to us through thoughts in our mind, sometimes experienced as impressions and promptings in the mind, that he speaks very quietly, like a still, small voice, the voice of the Spirit speaks gently, prompting you what to do, etc.
Finally, the church teaches that we must always be ready to receive the gentle tug of the Holy Ghost and that we should ALWAYS act on the promptings that we feel by obeying the feelings, promptings, and impressions, that we receive from the Holy Ghost because the Holy Ghost is like a best friend, will warn you of danger, can tell you what is true, help you stay on the path to eternal life, will help you understand what God wants you to know, may caution or warn you, and if we follow the promptings of the Spirit, we will be safe, whatever the future holds and the gentle promptings of the Holy Ghost will guide us back to Heavenly Father.
See below for a few examples of these teaching from the church:
The Holy Ghost speaks with a voice that you feel more than you hear. It is described as a ‘still small voice’ (see D&C 85:6). And while we speak of ‘listening’ to the whisperings of the Spirit, most often one describes a spiritual prompting by saying, ‘I had a feeling …’ The scriptures are full of such expressions as…’I will tell you in your mind and in your heart’ (D&C 8:2), and ‘Speak the thoughts that I shall put into your hearts’ (D&C 100:5)” (Boyd K. Packer, The Gift of the Holy Ghost, Friend, July 1995), teaches the Holy Ghost is, “Like a warm blanket around your heart...can warn you of danger...can tell you what is true and help you remember what you’ve learned...can help you feel God’s love and understand what he wants you to know...can help you stay on the path to eternal life...Like a best friend…” (The Holy Ghost Is..., June 2019 Liahona and Friend), teaches, “We must always be ready to receive the gentle tug of the Holy Ghost. If we listen carefully for the gentle promptings of the Holy Ghost, they will guide us back to our Father in Heaven.” (L. Tom Perry, How can I be guided by the Holy Ghost?, June 2015 Friend and Liahona), teaches, “The voice of the Spirit is a still, small voice—a voice that is felt rather than heard. It is a spiritual voice that comes into the mind as a thought put into your heart...This voice of the Spirit speaks gently, prompting you what to do or what to say, or it may caution or warn you...This guidance comes as thoughts, as feelings, through impressions and promptings. If we follow the promptings of the Spirit, we will be safe, whatever the future holds. We will be shown what to do.” (President Boyd K. Packer, I just received the gift of the Holy Ghost. How can I feel the influence of the Spirit in my life?, March 2007, Liahona and Friend), teaches, “I had a feeling that I should tell my mom and dad where we were going. But they were busy talking, so I decided to go without telling them...I also learned that it is important to listen to the Holy Ghost. The Holy Ghost tried to tell me that I shouldn’t go fishing without telling my parents. But I didn’t listen.” (Elder José A. Teixeira of the Seventy, Learning to Listen, February 2010, Liahona and Friend), teaches, “Feelings of the Holy Ghost are more precious than anything we can see or hear. Sometimes they feel like a soft burning in our heart. For me, it is often a feeling of light. “ (President Henry B. Eyring, Open Your Heart to the Holy Ghost, August 2019, Liahona and Friend), teaches, “He felt an impression [when the Holy Ghost tells you to do something] … We need the companionship of the Holy Ghost. Act on the promptings [a feeling or idea that comes from the Holy Ghost] you feel...When you show that you are willing to obey, the Spirit will send you more impressions of what God would have you do for Him.” (President Henry B. Eyring, Searching for Church, October 2016, Friend), teaches, “‘... when the Lord speaks to you, He won’t speak in big, loud ways, like wind storms or earthquakes or fires. You’ll hear Him speak very quietly, like a still, small voice in your heart.’... I learned that the Holy Ghost speaks to us through thoughts in our mind and peaceful feelings in our heart.” (Ronald A. Rasband, Sister Pettigrew’s Lesson, September 2015, Friend), teaches, “The Spirit whispers this to me and tells me it is true” (I know My Father Lives, Children’s Songbook, 5). The church teaches, “I had two experiences when I was young that helped me gain a testimony. When I was about five years old, my family went to stake conference. The congregation stood and sang “The Spirit of God” (Hymns, no. 2). As I listened, the words from the song filled my heart with a very warm feeling. Then one of the speakers gave a talk about how the sons of Mosiah were converted to the gospel, and I got the same feeling again. At that moment I knew I wanted to be a missionary someday. I wanted to share my testimony with others. When I was 11 years old, something else happened that helped build my testimony...As my father prayed, my heart again felt that same warm feeling that I’d had in stake conference when I was five years old.” (Elder LeGrand R. Curtis Jr., The Spirit of God, June 2015, Friend) “In the winter, after the crops had been harvested and my Grandpa Condie had some free time, he would hold me on his lap and read me stories from the Book of Mormon. I always felt a warm feeling inside as Grandpa read to me. I especially loved the stories of Nephi and of kindly King Benjamin. Nearly 60 years later, I still get a warm feeling in my heart when I read the scriptures...I got the same warm feeling while kneeling in family prayer with them that I did while on my grandpa’s lap listening to scripture stories...At about age 10, I experienced that warm feeling again when I went to stake conference with my parents. An Apostle, Elder Matthew Cowley, was the visiting speaker...After the meeting, I asked my parents if I could shake his hand...My mother explained to me that the feelings I had were a sign of the Spirit confirming that Elder Cowley was a special witness of the Savior. I often experience those same feelings when I shake hands with the Brethren whom we sustain as prophets, seers, and revelators today...Singing Primary songs is another way I often feel the Spirit. One of my favorites is “I Think When I Read That Sweet Story” (Children’s Songbook, 56). As a young Primary boy, I could see in my mind the Savior blessing the sick, the blind, and the little children. Another one of my favorites is “I Feel My Savior’s Love” (pp. 74–75) because, as I sing it, I truly feel of His great love for all of us. I also love to sing “I’m Trying to Be like Jesus” (pp. 78–79). As I near the end of that song, I often feel just as I did the day I shook hands with Elder Matthew Cowley.” (Elder Spencer J. Condie of the Seventy, A Warm Feeling, May 2004, Friend) “The Holy Ghost is a member of the Godhead. His job is to help us feel what Heavenly Father wants us to know and do. Do we see Him? No, but we feel Him near. He helps us feel happy. All right, now close your eyes. It’s time to go to sleep. I love you. I love you too. And I think I feel the Holy Ghost.” (Feeling the Holy Ghost, March 2012 Liahona and Friend) “When I was in the celestial room and sealing room, I had a really peaceful and happy feeling, and I knew it was the Holy Ghost...I feel the Spirit when I read my scriptures...I always feel the Spirit when people share their belief in Christ... I felt a warm feeling in my chest. If you don’t know if you are feeling the Holy Ghost, see if you feel a warm feeling inside...The Holy Ghost gives me a special feeling when I need to bear my testimony. I sometimes feel it when people are giving talks in sacrament meeting. The Spirit fills me with love and peace, and I feel safe...I learned that when I feel joy and a desire to do good, the Holy Ghost is with me...There are lots of ways to feel the Spirit. I have felt it in three ways. One way is a fuzzy feeling in my heart. A second way is feeling bad about something that is wrong. A third way is when I cry with joy... The Holy Ghost doesn’t always come as a burning feeling in your heart. It sometimes comes as a quiet, comforting feeling.” (How can I know when I am feeling the Holy Ghost?, October 2012 Friend, Several children share how they recognize the Spirit)

Elevation (emotion)-

“Elevation is an emotion elicited by witnessing virtuous acts of remarkable moral goodness. It is experienced as a distinct feeling of warmth and expansion that is accompanied by appreciation and affection for the individual whose exceptional conduct is being observed. Elevation motivates those who experience it to open up to, affiliate with, and assist others. Elevation makes an individual feel lifted up and optimistic about humanity...Jonathan Haidt is a preeminent researcher in the study of elevation and other positive moral emotions. He defines elevation as an emotion that is caused by witnessing virtuous acts or feats of moral beauty. He asserts that elevation elicits warm, pleasurable sensations in the chest, and it also motivates individuals to act more virtuously themselves.” (Elevation (emotion)))
Studies have been able to induce elevation in a laboratory setting. (Wired to be Inspired)
“Isn't is interesting that elevation can also so often give us chills or a tingling feeling in the chest? This noticeable, physiological response is important. In fact, this physical reaction is what can tell us most surely that we have been moved. This reaction, and the prosocial inclinations it seems to inspire, has been linked with a specific hormone, oxytocin, emitted from Vagus nerve.” (The Highs of Elevation)

Questions-

If the Holy Ghost is experienced as warm, tingly, good, positive feelings, how do we distinguish between the Holy Ghost and Elevation emotion?
If those warm, tingly, good feelings can be invoked on demand, as evidenced by the laboratory studies, how can we trust that it is the Holy Ghost testifying that something is “true” and not just a normal physiological response?
Can the Holy Ghost be invoked on demand to provide the warm, good, positive feelings as testimony that something is true?
If the warm, good, positive feelings are a normal hardwired physiological response, why do we associate those feelings with the Holy Ghost? Because the LDS church teaches they are?
Is it more likely that the warm, tingly, good feelings we all have from time to time really are communications from the Holy Ghost confirming that what we are doing, reading, watching, participating in, etc is “true”, as taught by the church? Or, is it more likely that those feelings are normal physiological responses that are hardwired into each of us that can be invoked intentionally and on demand through advertising/marketing techniques like HeartSell®, as evidenced by laboratory studies?
Is it moral or ethical for a religious organization to teach its members that specific physical sensations they experience are a witness from the Holy Ghost that they should always act on and then have the for-profit arm of the organization market goods and services to the members using advertising techniques that induce those same physical sensations?
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