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2020.09.30 00:37 loveangelmusicbabeCan we be honest with Odyssey Karma?
Ok guys, since Dawnbringer Karma came out we were all starving for a new Karma skin, mainly those who cannot buy, because it was a limited mythic skin and today was announced Odyssey Karma that personally for me was not a big surprise. To be honest, I really liked the theme, Odyssey universe is one of the most elaborate universe, however, after watching Skins Spotilight video I notice that Odyssey Karma need some adjustments and modifications: But personaly I was waiting something new for our woman Karma, let's be honest all karma skins always have the same hair model and outfit, it's always this pattern and this one was no different but I know that once done, only small changes can be made, which I will now suggest and hopefully Riot see our feedback! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IyFxD_VLXwA • SKILLS COLOR: To start our debate can't we agree that Karma has a lot of cold color skills in her skins? With exception of Conqueror Karma and Dark Star Karma, Karma has others 7 skins with cold colors? Me as Odyssey skins fan expect that Karma Q she released Ora Energy (for those who don't know what is Ora, basically is Odyssey's Universe energy and it is a vibrant yellow, I will upload Sona manipulating it in her Odyssey splashart), but she drop a blue erased explosion. Imo, I think it can be at least yellow and can be a little more like a bubble than a explosion. Sona manipulating Ora in his Odyssey skin splashart. • KARMA MANTRA: Well, as you can see in the video, Karma mantra visual is something immemorial in this skin, c'mon, where is Ora energy surrounding her? Visually it was a pretty pathetic, since Dawnbringer Karma mantra is something celestial. It can be similar do Sett W passive. Karma mantra in Dawnbringer skin. • KARMA CORE: Since it was a Odyssey skin I think the core should be Ora, but it looks like a rotten egg yolk. lol I notice that Karma ornaments look a little sloppy, maybe is just me? Maybe Karma core can be similiar to this? Comparision between Dawnbringer vs. Odyssey. Anyway, I hope I can help with Odyssey Karma feedback and if you have someting to suggest let me know! seeya!
2020.09.30 00:21 Temp-prehrtFor MTF who were iffy about transition, I would like your input.
Hello, It seems like many of the post on the reddit most of you are pretty sure. This is for the people who did transition but was around 50% sure. I am 30+ years old and at a point in my life where my CD is getting out of control. When I say out of control, I mean to the point where I want to walk around and go to work as a woman. I am already only wearing women’s clothes all day while working from home when no one is around. I am not sure if it is my addiction to CD as sexual arousal or if I am a TW. Thus, my question for a TW is how did you know between CD vs TW (for people who were 50/50, but still decided to transition)? I am struggling because I have very male traits. I think most of you would say go talk to a therapist and I would agree but I am having a hard time finding transwomen therapist as I would like their input on the matter so I can relate. Thus before I go see a cis therapist, I would like some input from a TW so I can relate. Also, I set up an appointment next month to start the HRT process and I am doubting myself. Reasons I think I am a CD.
I am sexually attracted to women. Even if I transitioned, I would only want to date cis women or trans women without a “junk”. I can not see myself giving oral to a man.
My view of females is they generally love to be around friends and family and very sociable in nature. When with their friends they can talk endlessly and from my observation, I generally feel they enjoy the moment in the conversation. Me on the other hand, I am generally an introverted person, I prefer to stay home alone. I can talk and converse in a group setting but to me, it feels like “work” and I am not at ease.
My view of females/women is they are “GENERALLY (not all)” in the loving/caring/emotional personality, thus they are dominate in the teaching and nursing field as they have jobs that interacting and helping people. My view of males is that they “GENERALLY” are in into things, mechanical, logical and straight to the point type. Thus, generally, most are mechanic, construction workers, engineering, and IT workers are generally male.
When it comes to point 2 and 3, I am CLEARLY in the male camp when it comes to this. I am in an industry where it is mostly males and there is nothing about my day to day behavior that most people would say I am a woman. People at work sometimes get mad at me because I’m very straight to the point and don’t beat around the bush.
All my “hobbies” that I enjoy, are male-dominated actives. For example, I am into pc gaming, computers, power tools, guns, 3D printing, and now I am self-teaching myself how to CNC.
When I was a child, I was into male toys like legos. However not sure if it is because my parents would only buy me male toys as I had no sister so I could steal her toys.
Not into fashion and people say I commit fashion crime.
Reasons I think I am Trans.
The main big reason that I think I am a TW is that I started crossdressing before I hit puberty. In my mind, if it were a sexual arousal thing, I would have started after puberty. I can remember going into my moms’ closet and playing with her stuff. The earliest I can remember is around 1st grade playing with her pantyhose. I know I can’t believe I remember that but I know we lived in one geographic area at the time and we moved out of that area in second grade. I remember going into that closet.
I would say my desire would be 10% of those kids at the time.
Since high school I would wear female hygiene products to school and now work.
I know this may sound weird and the main reason for a throw away account instead of my fem personal reddit account, the way I masturbate since jr high school is with women’s control briefs and maxi pad. I move my junk in a circular motion until I ejaculate. Just like how a cis girl would do it on her clit (I have a small junk).
Thus if anyone here who is transwomen that has a very strong male-dominated hobby and job but still decided to transition anyways please let me know any inciteful information.
2020.09.29 20:03 Arridu39 [M4F] Midwest/Anywhere – Looking for adventure partner!
I posted a while ago, however I still haven’t found the right woman, so here I am again! Previously, I specifically stated a plan to buy a boat and sail/cruise and I am still very open to that plan; however, I have spent some time reconsidering buying a place farther north (~Michigan’s UP) to weather the impending explosion of the USA, so homesteading/hiking enthusiasts are also welcome. My ideal would be someone who has a lot of free time to get to know each other and move to in-person sooner rather than later! Also adding a picture, it's not a great one, but you can’t get much more current than the day of posting.... Apparently uploading only kinda worked, I guess it at least shows how long my hair has gotten... Anyway, here is a link: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1qWwEFrl1XcAboYv3PsE-zMft9m6MqaKw/view?usp=sharing Slightly modified writeup below based on comments/suggestions from last time: My solution to all the craziness is to buy a boat (nicely outfitted catamaran) and sail/cruise while the world falls apart, anyone want to join me? I’m not actually all gloom and doom about it, I just think running off to explore the world sounds preferable to staying in the US and watching things deteriorate. Ideally looking for a long-term companion/partner who wants to live the cruising life and possibly start a youtube channel documenting it (there are quite a few, but it could be a fun side project). So, best to be comfortable in a swimsuit! Also open to current cruisers who are looking for a companion! I am currently renting a nice house and will hopefully start the adventure within 3-6 months, in the meantime I hope to spend a lot of time planning/preparing and getting to know someone so that it is a smooth transition to sailing. About me: 39 Caucasian 6’1” ~210lbs Single and reasonably attractive (long blonde hair, needs to be shortened one of these days) No kids and don’t want any (assumed, but there are some crazies lurking) Currently rebuilding after a fire and should hopefully have resources to cruise for years (due to many natural disasters this year, likely will have to wait longer on the rebuild and get it sold remotely, I still plan to run away sooner rather than later!) Mostly positive personality and try to share that with those close to me On the nerdy side, though relatively open for interests and activities Enjoy cooking and normally eat at home rather than going out Something of a misanthrope since most people are terrible, however I am still fighting a very Lawful Good upbringing and often end up helping random people… an odd combination Looking for: No kids or pets and don’t want either (I would be okay with cats/exotics, but not ideal for cruising, not a dog person) Age isn’t important, just be mature if younger or ready for an active lifestyle if older (I seem to skew younger in general, however it really depends on the person) Active and in reasonable shape (or close and working on it) Omnivore (boat = fish, okay, I guess pescatarian works as well) Any ethnicity (we just need mutual attraction) Willing to spend a lot of time getting to know each other in the near future Drug and disease free (marijuana is fine so long as it’s not your life) Healthy (likely will not have as much healthcare access) CIS-Woman (no hate, just not for me) Not on the gray (asexual) spectrum (same as above) Non-smoker (or very light/quitting) If you are interested, please send me a picture and a bit about yourself (hobbies, interests, etc.). I will respond promptly and will take this ad down after a couple messages. Also, I prefer to use messages rather than the reddit chat, likely will swap to another platform pretty quickly as well.
2020.09.29 19:05 PirateQueenJennyConfused trans probably-lesbian looking for advice before blowing up my life
Background: I’m a 33-year-old trans woman, I transitioned three years ago. At that time I was married to a cis woman for four years (we were together for 13). We divorced, I moved back to my home state. I’d always primarily felt attraction to women, but around the time of my divorce I felt increasing attraction to men. Since transitioning I’ve only pursued men romantically, and I’ve been in a relationship with a man for a year and a half. So here’s where I’m at right now. Earlier this year, my favorite Youtuber Natalie Wynn released “Shame.” If you’re not familiar, it concerns her coming to terms with her lesbian identity through the realization that she was falling in love with her female best friend, breaking up with her boyfriend, and an overview of comphet. That led me to the masterdoc and to you fine ladies. I have not been able to get this out of my head ever since. So much of this rang true for me. I rejected it at first but I just can’t shake the feeling that I’m most likely a lesbian, and that somehow I tricked myself into believing I was primarily or solely attracted to men. (Thinking of myself as being straight always made me SO sad, like—girl, straight people aren’t disappointed and sad that they’re straight!) I’ve been calling myself bi but that doesn’t feel honest either. I’ve always had an uncomfortable relationship with sex. At various points in my life, including currently, I’ve identified as ace. But am I? I just don’t know. In my two sexual relationships there’s always been an incongruity of some kind. I’ve never been with a woman as a woman. I don’t know for certain that it will be better, but I know I’ll always regret it if I don’t find out. My boyfriend and I have both been sick with COVID so we’ve been apart for a couple weeks, and in that time apart my walls have come crumbling down. I really do love him as a person, he’s always been amazing to me. He’s been there for me through some really tough times. He’s so sweet and kind and I’m going to feel like a complete asshole for breaking his heart. He doesn’t suspect anything is wrong and I’m going to blindside him. I’ve been there and it hurts terribly. But like...the evidence that I’m gay is really piling up. One of the reasons Natalie’s story shook me so much is the detail of falling for her best friend. I first thought I could be attracted to men because I found myself falling for a male (so I thought) friend. When I moved back home we reconnected and it affirmed how I felt. Several months later my friend came out to me as trans and like...it really threw me off. If I had feelings for someone I thought was a man, but is actually a woman, and I recalculated my sexuality based on that...perhaps I’ve made a huge mistake? I’ve helped her through her transition and we are extremely close now. We talk every day, several times a day, and I always get butterflies when my phone goes off and it’s her. I always get so excited when I’m going to see her (or I did, y’know, back when we could go places). She’s admitted she’s attracted to me, particularly since my style shifted from overtly femme to more relaxed and tomboyish around the time all this started. We get each other on a very deep level. She’s my person, I trust her with all of my problems and whenever something good happens she’s the first one I want to tell. ...she’s getting married next week, and I’m her maid of honor, so don’t get your hopes up, nothing is going to come of this. I don’t wreck other people’s homes, just my own. Before my boyfriend, there were two other men I was casually involved with. One was a chaser (not my finest hour), and the other turned out to be a crossdresser, maybe more. So...yeah. Two AMAB people with gender feelings, one straight man horny for my junk, and one straight man who actually loves me for me. It should also be noted that all this time, I’ve only ever watched porn with women. I get strong feelings when I see lesbian characters and relationships in media, but I feel ambivalent or disappointed by straight relationships. Most of my close friends are lesbians or female-aligned queer people. More than once I’ve been disappointed to find out a celebrity I liked was straight (Natasha Lyonne, like—how is that fair?). All of which sounds pretty gay! So like—what’s my deal, what should I do? I pretty much already know, I don’t think there’s any way to logic myself out of it. I feel like I should trust my instincts on this, even though it’s going to majorly suck to break a good man’s heart who did nothing wrong except fall in love with a confused chick who doesn’t know what she wants. Thoughts, advice???
2020.09.29 07:51 BertisOkay0002 - Elvis Presley - Elvis Presley
Hello again, I am Bert and this is a breakdown of the next album on the list, Elvis Presley's self titled debut album. This one might be a little different than my Sinatra breakdown simply because I feel like the Albums are so incredibly different that they have to be dissected differently. Also this is my thing and you're not my dad. Now, without further ado, let's talk Elvis Presley - Elvis Presley First, let's start with some context I can tell that this seems needless, who doesn't know Elvis? The King of rock himself, Elvis is synonymous with the popularization of rock and roll while simultaneously ripping off pretty much every black artist of the time who shared the genre. However I always feel like giving context to an album helps me listen to it with a different perspective so let's give it a go. Elvis Presley is the debut album by Mississippi born singer and actor Elvis Aaron Presley AKA Elvis. There isn't a lot of information leading up to the release of this album that I found extremely interesting so this will probably be brief. Elvis had a few studio recordings before this point with Sun Records, but none of them got him any sort of success. He ended up really making his name on radio broadcasts. He an the band that he did his touring with became local celebrities in the Texarkana area of American (which is Texas, Arkansas, and Louisiana for any fellow non-americans). This local success along with really cementing his showmanship and style on his tours cemented him a spot on a most promising male artist list, leading to a record deal with RCA Victor. ------- Now that's really all the factual historical build up I care to give because there is obviously a lot of information about Elvis on the internet and not all of it really matters in the musical context. However, I wanted to add this from a personal perspective before I break down the album. Elvis is a very problematic person to talk about given current context. He stole a lot of his stylings and stage swagger from lesser know or less 'marketable' black musicians. He washed a lot of things about the very raw experience of rock and roll of the time for a white audience of teenage girls. Especially Little Richard, Elvis stole almost his whole persona and made it appeal to white women. I feel like this is a very double edged sword, because obviously white people claiming black culture to be their own is a damaging thing, but if it wasn't Elvis who did it, it would have been someone else. Record executives of the time wanted to cash in on the craze of rock and roll before Elvis, and if he didn't come along I'm 100% sure they would have found someone else to play the roll he did. Is it right? No, but here we are anyways. On with the Album: Elvis Presley has 12 track and is 28 minutes 3 seconds long. The labelled genre is Rock and Roll which is obviously appropriate given the person who made it, although I feel like there definitely is a decent amount of country and even a bit of gospel tinge to it. A lot of these songs are covers of either rock and roll standards or other popular recordings of the time with the Elvis spin added to it which I will touch on here and there, especially on one track. You know the one. The album opens with the absolute banger that is Blue Suede Shoes. I'm almost convinced everyone has heard at least one version of this song at some point or another and Elvis does it full justice. Full of energy and life, Elvis and his band perform this song to the max. It opens with the iconic line "It's one for the money, two for the show, three to get ready, now go go go" and doesn't stop until the last crash cymbal. This song rules and is definitely my favourite on the album. I'm Counting On You shows the other very popular version of Elvis in this time, which is his ballad singing side. This starts off one of my major issues with this album, which is it feels like the tale of two different artists with no meaningful connection. Of course I value artistic fluidity and the ability to change your sound and style throughout an album, however I feel like all the ballad style songs on this album feel like they were recorded by an entirely different group of musicians. This really pulls me out of the experience, and I had to make sure I was still listening to the same album. I Got A Woman starts the other issue I have. While this is most definitely an Elvis sounding song, I feel like that is the issue this time. I realize that this is an issue that I have because I am unable to listen to this album in the full context of the time but I have heard a way better version of this song, so when I hear this it just feels lifeless and muted. It goes back to my whole issue with Elvis as a whole. He is able of putting in the energy and showmanship, but when he doesn't it feels almost plastic. One-Sided Love Affair is another really fun listen. Like the opener, you can hear Elvis and his band having fun and being energetic in their recording. The way Elvis plays with the flow of his words and modulates his voice sounds like a lot of fun. He sounds very natural and like he is developing the 'King' persona even more on this track. I Love You Because follows the last ballad as feeling like a completely different experience from the other songs. I can't even nail down what feels different, it's almost like they had him sing in this irritating higher pitch and just noodled behind him until the song was over. Just Because isn't an awful song. It's also not a great song. It's definitely a song though, and that much is for sure. It kind of feels like the band is just there, and Elvis is just there. Everyone performs but besides the very energetic percussion in the background, everything else just sounds and feels muted. Especially for a song with multiple guitar 'solos', the guitar feels like an after thought. It almost feels like they recorded this ..... Just Because. I'm not sorry. Tutti Frutti is the one. I hate this version of this song. I realize that Elvis and his band have the energy and they are performing well, but come on. The Little Richard version of this song is so vastly superior I honestly don't understand why anyone would listen to this version of this song. If you haven't heard it, here's a link. I implore you to click that link and here how the song is supposed to sound. Trying To Get To You is another ballad to add to the pile, although this is definitely my favourite of the bunch because it feels like Elvis is trying to do something different with his voice, and the guitar lead is doing a great job of sounding like it is supporting the feelings in the song. I'm Gonna Sit Right Down And Cry (Over You) is a fun sounding song with actually more sad sounding lyrics than some of the ballads on this album, with Elvis essentially mentally abusing his s/o in this song. The piano in this song is very fun to listen to and the drum line, although simple, adds to the semi-frantic sound to the song. I'll Never Let You Go (Little Darlin') is the saddest sounding ballad on the album, until it suddenly isn't. I'm very confused by this song. It's a 2:23 long song that's sad until the 2 minute mark, and then picks up energy just to end. It felt like this song should have been another minute long to expand on that idea but that didn't happen. Blue Moon is the most experimental sounding song on the album, a lot of open sound for Elvis' deep voice to carry over with very minimal instrumentation to get in the way. I feel like it works decently, but it also doesn't feel like they did enough to explore the whole idea, even though it's the longest song on the album. You can tell the recording standards of the time got in the way of a lot of ideas on this album. The final track is Money Honey with another high energy performance by Elvis and his band, while not trying to overperform the original. It feels more or less like a direct interpretation of the original with a guitar center instead of a brass center. It's okay but not great. FINAL THOUGHTS Going into this with the context I found I didn't have the highest expectations, but I still feel very underwhelmed. It's hard not to let Elvis' reputation precede him, and I feel like my bias on top of that did not help my opinion on this album. I would definitely continue to listen to his version of Blue Suede Shoes and One-Sided Love Affair, but if I never have to listen to his version of Tutti Frutti again it will be too soon. RATING 3.5/10 I'm not here to be a hot take artist at all, I just feel like this wasn't a cohesive album experience and some of his versions of these songs actually made me like the original less. Really not a fan of the album as a whole, although I understand why it is on the list. What did you think of this album? I feel like I will be in the minority on this one but I would love to hear the other side of it. I might try to pick up and do this twice a week because I did the math and one album a week for 1001 weeks is like 20 years, but we will see. Regardless the next album will be The Louvin Brothers - Tragic Songs of Life. Thanks, -Bert
2020.09.29 00:53 Cosmictears83Trying to slow fade a toxic bully friend, tired of making allowances for her and hoping it will get better.
I had to heavily edit this due to one of the sub rules, thats how awful she is, but its in my post history. So I'm a bit older, and thought I'd escaped the whole Mean Girl wants to get her hooks in me phase of life. But I was wrong. For reference, I have a very laid back, whatever, kind personality. It can attract the wrong people but I usually avoid them easier now. After leaving the military I realized I needed some civilian friends, and preferably women, as almost all my friends are men. Thats largely because of my career for years. I meet this woman, we will call her Susan. Susan seems fine at first, but then she becomes obsessed with how I dress. She doesn't like it (I'm casual band shirt, jeans, chucks, long straight hair type). She keeps forcing me to go shopping, and making as many subtle comments as she can that I need new fashion. I finally put my foot down. This mostly ends. Over the next months she starts with 'subtle jabs'. Basically comments that insult some aspect of my life, but very sly. Or more obvious but said quickly and sandwiched in other comments so there is not time to react. I almost admire how good she is at it. There are so many that cover so much, from my divorce, to my dating life, I cannot list it all so here's just a slice. Examples: (I live in an apartment) Us driving past apartments "ew apartments are soo disgusting" "He's probably on drugs since he lives in an apartment" "If I won the lottery I'd buy you a house and get you out of your SH!TTY apartment" These are just 3 on that subject. (I was in the military) "I'm a feminist and all, but your job was a ~man's job~" < she was being very much putting me down for context here, not because she really cares about gender. She's well aware how proud I am I survived that world. "I thank troops sarcastically, people who join in wartime are dumba$$es" Offhand mentioned my younger sister worked at Twin Peaks. Somehow if this restaurant comes up or we pass it, she goes off on how everyone who works there is trash and a stripper. She only befriends women who outweigh her greatly, this took me a while to notice and put together. I won't even list the subtle jabs for this as they go on and on. Will often go off on how HUGE an old blouse of hers is and then "do YOU want it?" She trashes any guy I tried to talk to online dating. Calls them uggos, she will even trash their name if she can't find anything else. She has no idea how invested I am in any given person, and doesn't care. If by chance I still know her down the road, she will not know anything more about my dating status until I change my FB. Will try to embarrass me in weird ways if we are in a group situation. For instance, I had to take a phone call at her party and stepped out. I noticed it was quiet with a giggle in those couple minutes. When I came back, she said "I was just telling them it was your STD results!" Largely redacted for sub rules, but tried to embarrass me for certain values I had no interest in bringing up in front of strange guy friends of hers, so that I would be made fun of at that party. The tattoo incident: i have a pretty watercolor tattoo on my arm. Never once have I complained about it or expressed displeasure over it. One night in front of everyone she starts asking "so when are you gonna get that fixed?" I'm like what? "You know, clean it up or something?" I got up and left her house. I'm an above ground EF-5 tornado survivor. It naturally caused a chain of events that lead to PTSD. When she found this out, she decided we needed to watch youtube videos of tornados destroying towns and homes basically every time we hung out. For many with this specific ptsd, seeing that can be upsetting. Luckily for me, I am not bothered. I think she thought it would be upsetting for me for her own entertainment. Every storm season, she's open to me about how she hopes we have a big one again, like what I went through. The worst instance, and what has made me start pulling back and being around her, was the mistake I made in admitting I was bisexual. Initially she claimed I was confused or making it up (I'm in my late 30s ffs). Eventually I ended up going on my first date with a woman. When I told her she Lost It. Genuinely taken aback. When she asked for the girls name and I told her: "EW thats a stripper name" So July 4th happens. I guess this night, shes gonna go on the attack over my date. I'm eating a hamburger: "Why are you eating that hamburger like a VAGINA?!" Then 2 comments in front of everyone about me "swinging both ways" one which was sexually explicit. I finally call her out and she gets extremely defensive and doesn't seem to know what to do. "Geez I won't tell anyone else, OKAY?". She then keeps awkwardly asking if I'm okay. I assume she gets the message, but as I'm about to leave, we are discussing a reality TV guy who ended up being a predator. She goes "UGH he's probably bisexual too" since that experience I'm just over it. Aside from how she treats me, she has some of the worst ideas and attitudes about life I've ever seen. Not like, different politics, but I'm talking about things like when she expressed a true confusion why parents mourn their babies dying "It didn't even have a personality yet!" She also vocally ENJOYS cheating on boyfriends. She brags about how good she is at it, etc. But she broke up with her last boyfriend because he had an emotional affair, and cries about how he cheated. She had slept with no less than 3 people when they were together and finds it hilarious. Another thing that lead to me getting annoyed with her today. Its not a secret that I'm very scared of getting covid as I am high risk. Its caused me a good deal of anxiety to where I've stopped eating and had many days I couldn't get out of bed. The whole thing is a nightmare for anxiety sufferers. She knows this and will suggest I have covid regularly to rile me up. Allergies, you might have covid! Please get checked. Diarrhea because I drank milk like a dummy again "omg thats how so and so's covid started!!!" This week I had to cold turkey Seroquel, which usually causes stomach issues. I explained this to her last night. Today she invites me to a house where SOMEBODY JUST HAD COVID AND LIVED IN FOR WEEKS. I tell her I can't come over due to the uncomfortable stomach issues mentioned last night from Seroquel withdrawal. "OMG. Thats how covid starts!! Go get tested at walgreens right now" I tell her I dont have friggin covid, and im more likely to get it going to a house where someone who just had it was marinating for weeks. This response is a build up of months. She freaks out that I don't need to snap on her yada yada. In her mind, nothing she's ever said or done happened, and me getting slightly fresh one time is like "woooow". Normally if a friend said that I'd be like so sorry I didn't mean it that way, but tbh I was pleased with this because I'm just over making nice. Over thinking that if I keep being nice she will stop being an a$$. The benefits of having an everyday friend to rely on here are just not worth it if its her. I've dealt with women like this before, and I think its a lot of insecurity where they have to poke poke poke at you. I can see the dynamic she needs in her female friendships, and I believe I'm supposed to be a sidekick to prop her up somehow. But I just can't. I live for friendships where you cheerlead each other, and respect each others adversities. I think women being positive and supportive with the women in their life is so important, but she cannot reciprocate and is the antithesis of that. I'm tired of forgiving her internally so often because I know she had a verbally abusive mother (was often called fat etc.) and instead of not wanting to spread that, re enacts it with her current friends. I'm so sorry this was so long. I just had to vent.
2020.09.28 23:39 Hemightbegiant39[m4f] I'm weird. You're weird. Are we a compatible kind of weird?
I'm in Connecticut. I have a solid job and a car. Like everyone else, my 2020 has sucked pretty hard, but I am still alive so... I am a big dude, but I am working on being less large. I am down 25 lbs from my highest point, and still have a long way to go. Love me some keto diet and I grill a mean New York strip steak. One time...I simply walked into Mordor. Looking to make friends right now, that could become something else later. I am currently doing a lot of self improvement work. Huge fan of Weird Al Yankovic and They might be giants. I listen to a wide variety of music. I would love to meet a woman who likes concerts. Going alone is ok, but sharing the experience is so much better! I can be weird and goofy. That tends to be my default, but I know how to be serious when I need to be. I tend to quote shows and movies too much... Intelligent. Sometimes witty. Sometimes corny. I love puns! I have been told I am funny. OG nerd. I like a lot of the "standard" nerd stuff. LOTR, Marvel universe etc. Board games and card games are always a good time. I am constantly seeking to improve myself. Fiercely loyal to those I care about. Recently divorced (3/17/20 it was official). Ex moved out in June and she did a number on me emotionally. I am still healing, but it is coming along nicely. Therapy helps. I am passionate about reptiles (especially snakes) and arachnids. I have both as pets. I don't like needlessly killing things. I relocate insects/spiders and help turtles cross the road. I recently got into keeping Isopods as pets. (Rolly pollies, pill bugs, wood louse...whatever you know them as.) I have 3 frogs as well. I enjoy the occasional concert and still have a few bands I would like to see live, and a few I want to see again. (Assuming that ever happens again.) I listen to various podcasts, including Mbmbam, The Adventure Zone, Serial Killers, Lore, Critical role, and the Practical Stoic. My sense of humor is one of my strongest attributes. I have 4 cats. I don't mind dogs, but I am a cat dude. Hobbies include but not limited to: Leather crafting. Novice woodworking. Learning. I Google a lot, and watch YouTube videos. Fishing, but like...not obsessively. I like to sit by a lake and hope I catch a fish. Self improvement. Collecting select vinyl. (My favorite bands, especially if it is colored vinyl.) I game on PC sometimes as well, and if you are into that...it would be awesome. I also play D&D twice a month, and may start up my own online campaign. I keep telling myself to just build a tomahawk throwing target, but I haven't yet. Soon... I like guns, but I am not a gun nut. I have my CCW. You have to be comfortable with that. Fan of horror movies. It takes a lot to freak me out when it comes to horror movies. Who am I interested in? The Morticia to my Gomez. Women, 29-44 age range would be ideal. Closer to Connecticut would be ideal, but there is wiggle room. Someone not afraid of snakes and spiders is a good bonus, as I love both, and that is not changing. Someone who doesn't see me as a "project". I am my own project, and I don't need another one for that matter. No one can fix you but yourself. I'm done taking in little wounded birdies and trying to fix them. (Figuratively speaking. I may actually take in literal wounded birdies as that is just something I would do. Lol.) I am not going to change things I like or my passions to impress anyone. I am past that shit. Putting on different masks to make different people happy is not a way to live your life. I tend to like nerdy, girl-next-door types. Awkward geeky ladies who like video games and board/table top games. Intelligence is a turn on. Someone who will wax philosophically with me about life, the universe and everything. I actually have a house lined up where I will be able to do this, I just need to wait a bit before I can take it. (The current owner is working on getting a mortgage and needs to find a new house.) Someone who likes fishing would be nice. (And baits their own hook.) Or would like to hang out with me while I fish. A fellow animal lover, as I tend to adopt unwanted animals often...and I am a sucker for them. Someone who realizes there is more to life than paying bills and dying. There is a good chance I am not having my own kids, as I had a vasectomy a few months ago. (I was convinced children weren't in the cards for me, and then the impending divorce happened.) However, I am not against having it reversed in the right situation, adopting/fostering, or dating someone with young children. I am great with kids. I'd be one hell of a dad. Being blatantly honest here... My ex fucked me up real good, and my shields are up a bit...but I am working hard on that. I have come a long way since we separated in July 2019...but I have a decent way to go. You would have to be okay with that. People say this is the best pic of me. https://imgur.com/gallery/LjMB5jK I saved this turtle from the road and relocated her about 50 yards to the swamp in the background. She was not happy with me. I like this one. https://imgur.com/a/scHdMMC
2020.09.28 21:17 Cosmictears83I can't believe I find myself with someone like this at my age.
So I'm a bit older, and thought I'd escaped the whole Mean Girl wants to get her hooks in me phase of life. But I was wrong. For reference, I have a very laid back, whatever, kind personality. It can attract the wrong people but I usually avoid them easier now. After leaving the military I realized I needed some civilian friends, and preferably women, as almost all my friends are men. Thats largely because of my career for years. I meet this woman, we will call her Susan. Susan seems fine at first, but then she becomes obsessed with how I dress. She doesn't like it (I'm casual band shirt, jeans, chucks, long straight hair type). She keeps forcing me to go shopping, and making as many subtle comments as she can that I need new fashion. I finally put my foot down. This mostly ends. Over the next months she starts with 'subtle jabs'. Basically comments that insult some aspect of my life, but very sly. Or more obvious but said quickly and sandwiched in other comments so there is not time to react. I almost admire how good she is at it. There are so many that cover so much, from my divorce, to my dating life, I cannot list it all so here's just a slice. Examples: (I live in an apartment) Us driving past apartments "ew apartments are soo disgusting" "He's probably on drugs since he lives in an apartment" "If I won the lottery I'd buy you a house and get you out of your SHITTY apartment" These are just 3 on that subject. (I was in the military) "I'm a feminist and all, but your jobs was a ~man's job~" < she was being very much putting me down for context here, not because she really cares about gender. She's well aware how proud I am I survived that world. "I thank troops sarcastically, people who join in wartime are dumbasses" Believes victims of rape and assault are 'different' and natural victims in some way. She included child victims in this. Says "nobody would ever have the audacity to rape me. I'm not a victim" < I've previously confided my assault history to her. Offhand mentioned my younger sister worked at Twin Peaks. Somehow if this restaurant comes up or we pass it, she goes off on how everyone who works there is trash and a stripper. She only befriends women who outweigh her greatly, this took me a while to notice and put together. I won't even list the subtle jabs for this as they go on and on. She trashes any guy I tried to talk to online dating. Calls them uggos, she will even trash their name if she can't find anything else. She has no idea how invested I am in any given person, and doesn't care. If by chance I still know her down the road, she will not know anything more about my dating status until I change my FB. Will try to embarrass me in weird ways if we are in a group situation. For instance, I had to take a phone call at her party and stepped out. I noticed it was quiet with a giggle in those couple minutes. When I came back, she said "I was just telling them it was your STD results!" Another time, she invited over a bunch of guys who were really douchey and drinking and doing the whole "im so un PC bro!" Thing telling racial jokes. I just didn't interact. She decided to announce how I wasn't racist and pro Black rights/issues. Not in a "tone it down" way, but a point me out way. To her delight, I was jumped on, accused of being an over the top SJW, and asked if I thought I was better than everyone else. I hadn't said anything. I left the party because I couldn't be around it anymore. The tattoo incident: i have a pretty watercolor tattoo on my arm. Never once have I complained about it or expressed displeasure over it. One night in front of everyone she starts asking "so when are you gonna get that fixed?" I'm like what? "You know, clean it up or something?" I got up and left her house. I'm an above ground EF-5 tornado survivor. It naturally caused a chain of events that lead to PTSD. When she found this out, she decided we needed to watch youtube videos of tornados destroying towns and homes basically every time we hung out. For many with this specific ptsd, seeing that can be upsetting. Luckily for me, I am not bothered. I think she thought it would be upsetting for me for her own entertainment. Every storm season, she's open to me about how she hopes we have a big one again, like what I went through. The worst instance, and what has made me start pulling back and being around her, was the mistake I made in admitting I was bisexual. Initially she claimed I was confused or making it up (I'm in my late 30s ffs). Eventually I ended up going on my first date with a woman. When I told her she Lost It. Genuinely taken aback. So July 4th happens. I guess this night, shes gonna go on the attack over my date. I'm eating a hamburger: "Why are you eating that hamburger like a VAGINA?!" Then 2 comments in front of everyone about me "swinging both ways" one which was sexually explicit. I finally call her out and she gets extremely defensive and doesn't seem to know what to do. "Geez I won't tell anyone else, OKAY?". She then keeps awkwardly asking if I'm okay. I assume she gets the message, but as I'm about to leave, we are discussing a reality TV guy who ended up being a predator. She goes "UGH he's probably bisexual too" "friggin gays" since that experience I'm just over it. Aside from how she treats me, she has some of the worst ideas and attitudes about life I've ever seen. Not like, different politics, but I'm talking about things like when she expressed a true confusion why parents mourn their babies dying "It didn't even have a personality yet!" She also vocally ENJOYS cheating on boyfriends. She brags about how good she is at it, etc. But she broke up with her last boyfriend because he had an emotional affair, and cries about how he cheated. She had slept with no less than 3 people when they were together. Another thing that lead to me getting annoyed with her today. Its not a secret that I'm very scared of getting covid as I am high risk. Its caused me a good deal of anxiety to where I've stopped eating and had many days I couldn't get out of bed. The whole thing is a nightmare for anxiety sufferers. She knows this and will suggest I have covid regularly to rile me up. Allergies, you might have covid! Please get checked. Diarrhea because I drank milk like a dummy again "omg thats how so and so's covid started!!!" This week I had to cold turkey Seroquel, which usually causes stomach issues. I explained this to her last night. Today she invites me to a house where SOMEBODY JUST HAD COVID AND LIVED IN FOR WEEKS. I tell her I can't come over due to the uncomfortable stomach issues mentioned last night from Seroquel withdrawal. "OMG. Thats how covid starts!! Go get tested at walgreens right now" I tell her I dont have friggin covid, and im more likely to get it going to a house where someone who just had it was marinating for weeks. This response is a build up of months. She freaks out that I don't need to snap on her yada yada. In her mind, nothing she's ever said or done happened, and me getting slightly fresh one time is like "woooow". Normally if a friend said that I'd be like so sorry I didn't mean it that way, but tbh I was pleased with this because I'm just over making nice. Over thinking that if I keep being nice she will stop being an ass. The benefits of having an everyday friend to rely on here are just not worth it if its her. I've dealt with women like this before, and I think its a lot of insecurity where they have to poke poke poke at you. I can see the dynamic she needs in her female friendships, and I believe I'm supposed to be a sidekick to prop her up somehow. But I just can't. I live for friendships where you cheerlead each other, and respect each others adversities. I think women being positive and supportive with the women in their life is so important, but she cannot reciprocate and is the antithesis of that. I'm tired of forgiving her internally so often because I know she had a verbally abusive mother (was often called fat etc.) and instead of not wanting to spread that, re enacts it with her current friends. I'm so sorry this was so long. I just had to vent.
2020.09.28 16:30 maruf99Weekly Discussion Thread: Comics, TV, and More! [September 28, 2020 - MASKS ON IN THE JOKER WAR ZONE Edition]
Hey there honorary Justice League members - it’s a new week which means it’s time for a new discussion thr-
We interrupt your regularly scheduled Weekly thread to point out there's a global pandemic on!
You may have noticed that things have gotten weird. Like, Flash is messing with the Speed Force weird. What books and trades have been shipping and what haven't has been pretty inconsistent and I'm sure there'll be more madness before this is over but we have a write up detailing the return to regular publishing here. Thank you for your patience through all this. We've also re-started the Monthly Book Club. September's book is Justice League Dark: The Last Age of Magic / The Witching Hour and you can join the discussion right now here! QUICK LINKS:
Remember, these are the short 'chapters' with a new chapter of a different series coming out daily. You canlearn more here on the DC website. This is also why these are in release order, not alphabetical.
2020.09.28 16:02 winenotwineCoworkers diminishing my skills
I work at an ad agency of about 10 employees and I’m the only woman there. All the guys are “creatives” being art directors, graphic designers and so on... I’m on the marketing side and from time to time I touch on some creative. Despite being a marketing major, where they don’t really teach you graphic design, I studied advertising in my home country where I was taught design principles, graphic design, and most importantly how to use Photoshop and Illustrator. I’m not a pro, but I definitely know the basics and can get around doing pretty much anything. I made myself very clear to the guys in the office that I know how to use those tools. But they don’t seem to get it. Every time that I’m asked to edit any graphics, they ask me if I’m comfortable using the Adobe Suite. They come in to my desk to “teach me” basic stuff. One has asked if I was finding photoshop useful and said what a great skill it is for me to learn. And one even TEXTED ME a PHOTOSHOP 101 YouTube video. I’ve told them plenty of times that I know how to use the tools and even went to school for it. I don’t know what else I should do to make myself clear. Please help!
2020.09.28 07:27 ratchetchanevery Meiko Nakahara lyric* from every Meiko Nakahara album and single, compiled and romanized (+ long-ass backstory)
https://lyricstranslate.com/en/meiko-nakahara-lyrics.html so this is the result of about 10 years of "work". if you have some time here's the story because SOMEBODY should know about it: in 2002, I got into anime (via rediscovering Sailor Moon. being that this was before file sharing and before broadband was widespread, this just meant that I started watching whatever was on cable at the time. so, I saw that Dirty Pair aired on Showtime Beyond and I got into that. I liked the theme songs, and downloaded them all, even the ones that weren't airing. I particularly LOVED theopeningandendingto the TV series, and I noticed that, as radically different songs they were, they were done by the same artist... who wrote and composed them herself. that stuck with me. fast forward to some random day in 2010 when I finally thought to look up that artist beyond those two songs. the first song that came up was "FANTASY"....... naturally, thus began an obsession. I set about finding all her albums (online - no money for international shipping I could. I found Mint, Routosu no Kajitsu, CHAKI CHAKI CLUB, PUZZLE, and Kagami no Naka no Actress pretty easy. I don't even remember what sites I found them on, there was NO kind of City Pop community or anything. I remember I had a loud, distorted vinyl rip of FRIDAY MAGIC for forever. A friend found 303, On the Planet, Coconuts House, HI ENERGY, and MOODS (!!!!for me and had to give them to me on a DVD-RW (it was 2010.) once I got em all together, I uploaded them to MediaFire. ( if you have some Meiko files that are tagged like "Romaji title \Kanji title]" *hug*, you have my files :D) I guess somehow I knew somebody else might want to listen, *someday*... of course once I had all this music, I at least wanted to sing along. sooo then I started trying to find the lyrics. literally had to figure out how to type in Japanese (with a LOT of copying and pastingso I could Google them, used some old raggedy website to transliterate them, then fixed the machine mistakes by manually listening and "correcting", based on all the Romaji lyrics I'd read over the past 8 years. sad, I know. I uploaded the lyrics to SongMeanings.... then to LyricWiki. kanji and romaji. mainly as a way to back up ALL THAT SHIT I did lmfao. that was 2013/2014. and that was kinda it. but then City Pop just fuckin exploded. I never thought I would see the day, mane. I used to get such weird looks and reactions listening to Meiko and Miki, especially being black (my sister asked once "Do they just be covering American songs?". I always thought it was my own little private weirdo musical paradise, so it cracks me tf UP to see stuff like Meiko FAN ART and how the views on my one Meiko live upload just multiplied like rabbits in 2017. I remember the process of finding the lyrics to "FANTASY" just so I could sing along, and now people are translating her lyrics. like. when I noticed that City Pop Translations was translating her songs BY EAR (they were missing a line in "Paradise Island", I figured I could finally use my powers for good. so, I finally decided to go through my romaji and CORRECT THEM, then put them and the kanji up on LyricsTranslate. been working at this for about the past month or so and now I'm done\. enjoy!) * to my knowledge... Meiko Nakahara released 10 albums containing 98 songs with lyrics and one instrumental ("Daybreak in N.Y. (reprise)"). additionally, she released three non-album songs: "FUNKY CHRISTMAS", "PASSION", and "DESTINATION". I have kanji lyrics to all of these songs save "Number 1" and "New York de SARUSA [New Yorkでサルサ]" from MOODS and "What's going on" and "CASANOVA" from Kagami no Naka no AKUTORESU. I'm still looking. especially for New York de Salsa. I couldn't find "Lonely Woman" but somebody posted the kanji in the YouTube comments, and now somebody translated it!!! additionally, to complete the Meiko collection, I'm looking for a rip of Reservation Calendar by Sunset Hills Hotel. it has a song called "CONNECTED ROOM" by her. anybody seen it anywhere?
2020.09.28 07:11 tjayleaI'm a commentator for a tournament of nightmares. Before we reach the end, I got the interview of a lifetime.
Where this tournament began. If you're lost or wish to know more; Here's some extra info on our fighters provided by the NFC. Where we left off: For every victory, there's an even greater consequence. - There was only one person among the crowd not applauding, not celebrating and not cheering. Nelle had been trembling since she looked over the distorted form of Wendy and had barely calmed down now that things had settled. Together, we looked at the descending screen showcasing the fight between Malphas and Zunkle, the countdown to their match and the title fight following it. There was a moment of silence before she put her hands on my arm, gripping the bicep tightly. “We need to talk. I think it’s time to be honest about some things. Bring your equipment, even the music player. We'll need it.” I stared back and went to open my mouth, but thought better of it and nodded as we took off for her intended destination, darting & weaving through the crowds as deftly as we could. Nelle refused to let go of my arm the entire time. Though if it was out of necessity or fear, I couldn’t tell you. Passing through the third ring of the venue, something bumped into us and sent me hurtling to the ground, smacking my skull on the concrete and struggling to get up amid swathes of eager audience members looking to make a bet, grab a snack or discuss tactics. Each time I tried to get up, eyes blurry and ears ringing, something would knock me back over. A gruff hand took me by the shirt and hoisted me effortlessly to my feet, dusting me off. “It’s gonna happen soon, Sal. Protect ‘em, like you promised.” A cocky, brash voice called from behind me as a furry head nuzzled against my hand for the briefest of moments. Before I could turn back, the figure pushed me forward, through the crowd and towards Nelle, who’d only just spotted me. “Up here, we’ve got the area to ourselves. Just the three of us.” She muttered, leading me to a wall adjacent to the pit, an embedded ladder leading to a hatch above. “Three? You mean the guy and his dog who just picked me up?” I asked, following her up the steps and the promise of fresh air filling me with vigour. She twitched when I said that, frozen in place as if stabbed with a dagger. Without looking back, she shook her head. “No, not them… You’ll see.” With that, she hoisted the hatch open and climbed up, helping me to my feet as we traversed the concrete and over to a pair of sofas and a coffee table opposite the edge of the building. The stars above rhythmic in their blinking, constellations I couldn’t recognise swirling in the inky blackness, promising secrets untold if I just sat down to decipher them. Across from the building, we could see a pair of lit up billboard’s, one highlighting the: "Natural beauty and mystique of Sturgeon: the nations black pearl!" The latter offering a stay at the eponymous Hotel Inertia, the pair of finely crafted Olive Tree doors sporting an ouroboros serpent across the length of them, a radiant woman standing in front. Middle-aged, a shaven black head and a trim frame adorned by a blue suit with not a single button out of place, smiling wide with the motto of the establishment beneath her. “The Hotel Inertia; A room for Sturgeon’s finest. A floor for every occasion.” I felt something the longer I stared at the billboard. Prying my eyes away felt like the smart thing to do as I followed Nelle over to the couches. She propped her feet up and winced, wounds still tender from her brush with death. “It always finds a way to keep me going, though I’d hoped I’d never have to have this conversation. Least of all with you…” She pinched her nose and let out a bitter chuckle. “Fate is cruel, isn’t it, Sal?” She gestured for me to sit down and mechanically, as if I was awaiting grim news, I did so. Setting up the recording equipment and hitting play, I fell back into my usual role as a broadcaster. I spoke my mind. “Madame Lockwood… Nelle… what is it you need to tell me? So much of my time here has been spent in secrecy, voices calling from the shadows and people who know ME but I don't know them. I... I need some answers. I need them from you." I asked, keeping it blunt was the best course of action to begin with. Open questions allowed for better answers. She sighed and without looking at me, began talking, her lip quivering. “We talked about the monk & the nun before, the idea that there is a constant cycle of birth, pursuit, struggle, death, regret and forget. I’m not going to insult your intelligence by stating that it's JUST a story, we both know it’s not. But since this began, both the story and this…” She gestured around her, signalling the NFC tournament. “You’ve been kept in the dark about the various roles at work. Some of those threads will unravel themselves before the night is done. Some will be obvious and some will… inevitably hurt. But, the one thread I suspect you wouldn’t know of without intervention, is the one I hold onto…” She reached over the table and grabbed the music player, scrolling to her chosen playlist and hitting play. Slowly, she pulled out a locket from around her neck alongside the ear she’d severed from the lycanthrope, placing it on the table with a small thud. “This is the ear of Buck Nasty McGraw… Sir Simon “Buck Nasty” McGraw, to be specific… He got the two tiered moniker from taking out his first abomination… a Lycanthrope that’d been eating the denizens of a local indigenous village. It bucked and kicked around while he frantically held on, laughing heartily like there was nowhere else he’d rather be… from that day on, he was Buck Nasty McGraw. Never a dull moment or cruel bone in his body, he’d only take down what was a threat.” She smiled wistfully, eyes glazed over with years of pain and regret. “He was my confidant, my friend and my everything. Far away from the eyes of Sturgeon in another world entirely, we hunted down a rogue group of individuals seeking a power no-one should ever wish to behold. They’d housed themselves in the lives of unsuspecting townsfolk, whispering in their ear to do unspeakable things and bring them items to cause unmitigated disasters. When the elder reached out, he called them “The Order of 8” but they had a more direct titling…” She looked over as the hatch swung open and a battered, tired Wendy hoisted herself up and walked over, arm still bandaged up and face-mask once again in its rightful place as she finished Nelle’s sentence. “The Unbounded. The same scourge that dogged us in The Hotel. They were called “The Order of the 8th floor” before we came to know them intimately.” There was a chill that ran through my bones, the very phrase standing my hairs on end, and made the surroundings feel like they rattled for a moment. Nelle nodded. “Buck and I went in there to stop them. Buck was special, you see. He had an innate ability to see what nobody else could, to befriend any creature that had the capacity to love and to identify the weaknesses of those who would seek to do us harm. But in this particular instance, it was my specialities that were needed. In the life before I became The Compendium Keeper, I was known as something else. A Sin Eater. The last Sin Eater, to be exact.” She took pause and passed the locket over, the faded image of a younger Nelle in her 20s, dreads tied back in a bun with dimples in her cheeks as she smiled ear to ear. A dashing man in his 30s winking at the camera with his muscular arm draped over her, adorned in tattoos and a thick black beard, sporting a stetson and a gold tooth that shone brightly even from the sepia toned photo, his ears adorned with piercings and a stretched lobe on the right. She directed my attention to the severed Lycanthrope ear on the table. Adorned with piercings and a small hole at the bottom of the skin. “We went in there and began extracting them one by one, before something happened and we were left with a choice; Buck could give up me or something just as precious… he chose the latter, leaving me with a world devoid of him and a new purpose: Seek out the evil that subjected him to a fate worse than death, help end the cycle and guide the next group in their time of need. Such is my role. Buck lost me, but you can still save Nora.” I looked at her dumbfounded, wondering how on earth I fit into any of this. “Nora Zayne does not need saving from anyone, she’s clearly a beast who knows how to fight. I’m just an ordinary guy.” She smiled at me, clearly in a place of far greater understanding than I was, but without that air of superiority. She simply offered warmth when she spoke. “She knows as well as you do how strong she is, but that isn’t the kind of saving I’m referring to. She will need you at a critical moment and how you respond will change everything afterwards.” She sighs and tucks the ear away, keeping the locket out. “And as for you being ordinary? Right now, yes. But much like Buck, Sully, Sigurd & Sema before you, you’ll become something wonderful. When the time is right. She left you a note, didn't she?” I blinked, thinking back to the note I'd seen on top of The Compendium right before Nelle's fight: "Sal, This tournament is coming to a close and you’re going to see things you don’t want to. Things that will hurt. But if you believe in anything while you’re here, make it this: You are only as powerless as you let yourself feel. You are only as in control as you allow yourself to be. You can be the background noise in a busy room or the light that punctures the darkness. But either way, you’ll always be my friend. - N” "You mean... that wasn't..." I breathed, but she shushed me softly. She leaned forward and kissed my forehead, a motherly affection running through me as she cupped my cheek and patted it gently before walking off to the hatch. “In the right light, you even remind me of him…” She grinned and I saw years peel away in the wake of her joy. I just nodded, still dumbfounded. “I’d best get our notes prepared for the exhibition match and have a word with our eponymous Nora. You still have the interview of a lifetime, right?” Turning back, Wendy was already splayed out on the couch, arm draped over her eyes and one leg crossed at the knee bouncing in rhythm. “A promise is a promise, Sal. I’m sure all those at home will get a kick outta this…” She took her good arm away from her face for just a moment, long enough to give the Hotel Inertia billboard the finger. “Fuckin’ hellhole, I wonder how the fuck it’s even still standing?” “So you were a resident in this Hotel? What happened? How did you get from there to… here?” I took out a notepad and began hastily jotting down shorthand, something I’d learned to do from my younger days as a fight analyst on live broadcasts. Certainly not for the bum-fights, regrettable as those were to be a part of. “Resident isn’t the right word. I wouldn’t have even said I was from Sturgeon prior to meeting the gang, because to me: Sturgeon didn’t exist. Every floor in that fuckin’ structure is its own reality. Its own world. One floor, where we met our friend Robin, contained an entire tent community basking in the sickening sounds of a grand gazebo atop the hill that made them all docile, sickly and weak. When we stopped the sound, they began tearing each other apart. The last thing we saw was the elders skull being caved in as the doors closed.” She sat up and leaned forward, putting a finger up as if to stop me from asking something. “To be clear: The elevator stopped inside the tip of a rooftop terrace, not unlike the one that we have here with the hatch. There was NOTHING above but black skies, the expanse beyond this floor was endless. And yet… we ascended when we got back in, not descended. That entire Hotel houses things you could never dream of. Including where I came from, a cul-de-sac of domesticated monsters…” For the first time, I saw a deep pain in Wendy, even more pronounced than the initial anger after seeing Nelle fall. She was shaking, fists balled up so tight that the fingers cut into the palms, eyes alight with passion. “I don’t remember being a child. I just remember waking up in the middle of this prissy, far too perfect cul-de-sac with monsters pretending they weren’t monsters. That bitch over there on the billboard picked me up, my body just filled with the kind of impending doom you feel when you see someone driving dangerously on the road in front of you or walking down a street at night and the only other guy on the footpath has his hood up and is making a beeline for you… just absolute fucking dread. As she knocked on the door of the people that would come to be my “adopted family”, I remember her looking down at me with wide eyes, tiny pupils and a grin that looked like it was on tenterhooks. She said: “you’ll be a fantastic offering for the others” before everything faded to black…" She shivered and I felt the same disgust and dread she felt. The idea of being somewhere you didn't recognise, the last face you see that of utter malice and sinister intent emanating from their being. I'd been there... "Some time later, I found a crazy guy named Sigurd laying in a crumpled heap by the elevator doors. I tended to him and he got to see firsthand what role I played in the hungry family… that of their endless meal. I don’t know what it was about him, but something in the way he behaved, spoke to his friends or maybe his will to survive… but I swear to god that it was the first time I truly woke up.” She ran a hand through her hair, breathing out dramatically and sniffing. “Man, if and when I see him again, I need to thank him properly. He helped me see something in myself that I knew was always there but had been too stuck in my own head to realise…” “Freedom” I asked, tapping my pen against the notepad. She shook her head. “Value." There was a silence and I grew a stronger respect for her, not even realising the importance of self worth in the strong until that very moment. "After that, we acquired some new friends; one in the town of sickly sounds, a guy in a lone radio tower, and so it went. We’d eventually take on The Order Of The 8th Floor and all their horrors, before we ended up reuniting with The Concierge on the top floor, worse for wear and with a couple of losses in our wake. When all was said and done, we had her beat and Sigurd walked over to put an end to things. I’ll never forget how she smiled when the lightning struck or the last thing she ever said…” The wind picked up and I felt a bitter snap behind it, either my empathy was through the roof and I could feel what Wendy felt… or something ominous was in the air. “One down. Seven to go.” She finished, getting up and shaking her head. “I’m only just now understanding what she meant, but that question would lead me to rumours about the NFC and their tournaments. I decided to make myself a target for the upcoming Openweight tournament and seek out more answers, maybe get my wish along the way if I happened to win… of course, that didn’t happen and it leads me to a question for you, Sal.” She leaned down and looked me dead in the eyes, that mask more intimidating up close, power radiating from every pore of her skin. “Who made me feral? Who took out Qwong Xiao? Who is pulling the strings and why? You don’t see it as convenient that Eustace De Kolta, well known Wendigo hater, ends up facing a version of me that couldn’t see sense? That former challenger Nora Zayne is in there too?” “They’re setting up for something more…” I breathed, the tapping of my pen stopping. “But what?” “All I know is I’ll be on hand to help, however I can. Something tells me that we’re all gonna be needed when this is over. Beyond that, I have a feeling this exhibition match is going to be… interesting.” She cracked her back before walking off, holding up a lazy thumbs up with her good arm. “Thanks Sal, takes a skilled guy to do what you do and to let me run my mouth like that, hope it was worth it!” “I hope you see Sigurd again, Wendy. I’m sure he’d be proud of what you’ve done here. I know I am.” I blurted out, almost on command. She stopped in her tracks and didn’t turn back, but I saw her hand shaking as she put it back in her pocket. “Hell, now you know my wish. Good luck, Sal. You’ll need it.” - Sitting there and gathering my notes, I couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed in the moment, as I had done so many times throughout this tournament. It’s not so much that the world revolves around me, because it doesn’t, but to even consider I have my own part to play in this is a lot to absorb for someone who is used to calling the action from the safety of a booth or behind a computer screen. Why someone as decidedly dull and boring as me has a place here among killers is beyond me, but the more time passes, the more I feel that surge of emotion and desire to do SOMETHING.No matter what happens next, I have to do my part. I just wish I knew what that was. Picking up my things, I realised Nelle had left her locket and, not wanting it to get stolen or lost, I picked it up. A flash of memories hit me like a freight train. Holding onto a great beast as a younger Nelle screamed in fear, a conversation shrouded in darkness with a pair of sunken eyes floating in front of Nelle as I stood there, powerless. A deal with a gold toothed shadow, the handshake that sent shockwaves through my body… “Hurts, doesn’t it, Sal?” Whipping round, the voice seemed to come from all directions and I immediately recognised it as that of Moirah, one of the sisters. A tapping that sounded as if it was pounding on my eardrums reverberating around us, the thick air ripe with the smell of sulphur. “All those places, all those memories jostling for position. Like a mass in your skull… It builds strength, malice and accumulates the experiences you build over time before one day bursting and taking you with it. Life isn’t like a box of chocolates… no, it’s like an aneurysm; You never know which moment will be your last.” Hands gripped my shoulders and thick yellow nails dug into the soft flesh, pulling up at my tendons and moving me without my consent. My arms reaching out for the locket, Moirah giggling in my ear and Clodagh’s incessant banging making my eyes throb. “We are tired of waiting. Tired of constant mis-steps by you and those associated. If you cannot willingly understand the truth, we shall force it out of you. There is too much at stake for failure.” Hands grasp around the locket and the images begin to burn into my skull; Downing a drink that burns my insides. A lightning strike surging through my body. A gunshot to the head. A plane crash. A white snake curled in my arms as I slip away. The tear-stained face of someone I know strangling me as I helplessly struggle and buck my hips for dear life. Everything ebbs out of me and my knees buckle to the floor. All I see is red, my nose dripping blood and the world fading into nothing more than a pink hue. “She… she needs me.” I gurgle, the hands pushing down on me with extreme force, the tapping evolving into a thunderous chorus of aggression at my resistance. “She needs nothing from you. She only needs to play her part and that will be achieved with or without you. You are inconsequential. You are moments from fulfilling your purpose.” More flashes as a deep shade of red fills my peripheral vision. A young woman laying in her apartment, blood everywhere and an empty crib. The sounds of despair as the woman on the other end of a phone is beaten to death. Nelle crouched over a body and sobbing… Nora. Nora’s warm face as she hugs me before her last fight in the NFC. Why is she hugging me? “It’ll be fine. Trust me. I’ll win it for both of us.” Something in me snapped. A protective instinct I didn’t know I had. Pulling at the hands and feeling the pain surge through my chest, I didn’t care in that moment, I just knew I had to get up. “No. I have to… I’m all she has. We bring each other strength… you can’t stop that!” My body moved before I gave the command. My left leg flew out from under me and drove itself upwards, front of the foot colliding with the face of Moirah behind me. Bone fragments and blood accompanying a loud groan as I felt my body freed and the thunderous booming returning to a tap. Not waiting for a retaliation, I swiped the locket into my bag with my sleeve and dashed for the hatch, nearly tumbling down the stairs as I hit the bottom, breathing heavily. What the fuck did I just do? I took my time walking back to the venue, nobody giving me any trouble or even a dirty look for once. If anything, people seemed to go out of their way to avoid even looking at me. Which, after what had transpired previously, was welcomed. I sat down just as the 2 minute bell called out and the exhibition match was announced. This was going to be bloody. - As the lights dimmed, Alduin walked over to me, cape billowing behind her and a manic grin on her face as a cinderblock hand slapped my back and damn near winded me. “Sal! Glad I caught ya, loving the musical vibes you’ve been putting out there. SO much so, that I have a few… additions for ya. I mentioned to Madame Lockwood there n’ she said they were already on the device. Damned if I know how… technology ain’t one of my friends. But, if ya could play these during those ever so pivotal moments in the upcoming fight and during mine & Nora’s entrance, I’d be pretty damn grateful… Oh, speaking of: since I’m the one fighting, I’m gonna need ya to do the announcing. That won’t be a problem, will it?” Her eye flashed, and the eyepatch rumbled, the exhaustion of what transpired out there suddenly setting in, making me feel decidedly ordinary as I nodded. “You got it, Commissioner. Whatever you need.” I croaked, fumbling with my bag as everything spilled onto the table, Alduin laughing as she walked off. “That’s why I like ya, Sal. You just do it. You’re certainly a changed man! Ha!” She stretched as she sauntered off to get the microphone. I guess even warming up wouldn’t stop her from showmanship. I reached out for the locket when Nelle grabbed it first, as if she knew I shouldn’t touch it. Whisking up my notes with far quicker hands and placing it on the table, she thanked me before silently pointing to the recording material as the lights dimmed. “Fight fans, before we reach the conclusion of this night under the NFC banner, we have two very special matches for you. Our first is one forged in blood and spilled just as much. It’ll be a battle between Father and Son as the former attempts to help the latter see the error of his ways and perhaps seek a little justice for the lost lives here tonight. Without further ado, we throw it over to Commissioner Alduin Von Trier for the official introductions.” I pointed to Alduin, who grabbed the mic with gusto and began her spiel. “Without further do, let’s get this blood feud on the road! In the corner to my left: He is the Jersey Devil, our resident chef and the Father of violence… Put your hands together for Zunk!” I looked down at him. He was in a tank top with fighter shorts, his gargantuan frame only accentuated without the chef’s outfit and apron. His usually pleasant expression replace with a cold indifference as he stared a hole in the opposite direction. Towards his opponent. “And in the corner to my right: He was a standout fighter in this year’s tournament and one that brought us violence at the very start of the proceedings, so it’s only right we end with him. He was formally paired with his entourage, Mr. Stares, but he’s now back in his usual form; The Black Dog Of Jersey: Malphas!” She gave both an eager look before leaping out of dodge and to the safety of her perch as she walked off, understandably to train, but throwing her hand in the air and bellowing “BEGIN!” For the match to start. NFC EXHIBITION MATCH: “JERSEY DEVIL” ZUNKLE VS “PUPPET MASTER” MALPHAS Malphas, unchanged from the last time we saw him, took furtive steps forward, cocking his head to the side as he grinned, the nails in his lips now nothing more than bloodied holes which stained his teeth. “Well pops, we knew this was gonna happen at some point. To be the baddest, you have to take out the best and the weakest. You taught me that.” Zunk stood his ground, unflinching in his resolve and unwilling to move. “I didn’t teach you a damn thing. I tried to channel your anger and hatred into something productive. I thought you’d grow out of it.” He clenched his fist. “But you only got worse.” -THUMP- Without warning, Zunk struck himself square in the stomach with all his might, his eyes widening in pain and a wheeze leaving his lungs as Malphas continued to walk him down. “Well, you didn’t teach me directly… But I sought out info, determined to find out what was so WRONG with me. Until I was found, reborn, and told the most important piece of wisdom I’d ever get. Do you know what that was, Dad?” He twitched his fingers and Zunk pulled his head back, fingers pulling on the hair so tight it threatened to pull out thick black tufts. Malphas leaned forward, inches away from his father’s bloodied face. “The sins of the father will always impact on the son. But you can so easily reverse that, if you’re willing and open to doing what needs to be done.” He curled his hand; the fingers twisting and Zunk’s body doing as he obeyed. His arm volleying back for another unprotected shot at his face, but his head also being forced forward by the other hand in a macabre torture technique. “He’s using him as a goddamn punching bag… literally a human puppet. Is there anything he can do, Nelle?” I look over to her, the book is closed, and she’s resting her elbows on it, hands clasped and over her mouth. “Not if he wants to keep what little of his soul he has left, Sal.” She replied, as if speaking from experience. I felt a lump in my throat as I looked back, Malphas laughing giddily at the prolonged beating his Father was sustaining. “Marvellous, now let’s try taking out that tongue, no more bullshit spewed from your mouth!” He clapped his hands, observing the battered father figure and framing him like he’d done with Rex. “Hmm… or maybe we should just take the head entirely? Hard to say when you’re having so much fun!”“There’s really no hope for you, is there, boy? If I brought you back to your Mother… what would she think of you now?” Zunk called through gritted teeth and smatterings of blood. Malphas just laughed. “She’d probably wonder how she came back to life and why she’s nothing more than a bag of bones! Still, better than being a sack of meat, right? I’d have probably had to cut her up too. So safety the or-“ A punch flew from Zunk that instead of hitting his own face would connect with the stomach of his son. The force of which sent him flying back, feet dragging through the pit floor and dropping him to his knees. “Hey, Sal. There’s a song of mine on there, think you could do me a solid and uhh… y’know? Oh and don’t put it on an odd number.” He didn’t even look at me, instead muttering the prime numbers in quick succession under his breath. Sure enough, I scrolled down and saw a single song under his name. It simply said; “Blizzard.” The deep bass rang out and Zunk cracked his neck as he walked towards Malphas. Who, to his credit, was up to one knee and one hand on his stomach, the other twisting in front of him. Again, Zunk saw resistance, his right arm striking at him repeatedly and smashing his ears, jaw and nose. But each shot just made him more determined to walk forward, spitting out blood on the fourth punch. Malphas backs off and places his hands and legs against the wall, a cornered and frightened animal as Zunk walks him down, determined. “You always thought The Jersey Devil was some goat-like creature of the night, didn’t you? I never told you that it was always just me… a part of me that I kept firmly locked away and promised to never touch again when I met your mother. After we had you, bad people came after me. Very, very bad people. They got to her while I was away, made you watch what they did to her. Christ, you were four…” Zunk stopped in front of his son, pity across his face. “I went after them, did what any husband and father would do, but worse… Still, you changed so much after that. But I believe there’s still hope for you. Some glimmer of what your mother was in there. You just need to take my hand and we can put this behind us, a few broken teeth, and some fractured ribs are nothing to a family like ours.” He outstretched his hand and Nelle shook her head in dismay. Malphas stretched his own out and for a moment, I thought we’d see our first good ending to a bout. To my horror and disgust, I was wrong. Malphas leaned forward and sank his teeth into Zunk’s hand, biting at the fingers until he tore off one of the digits at the mid-point, the blood spraying across his face and the canvas. He spat the finger out and coated his hand in it, giggling as he crawled along the wall and away from Zunk. “There is only ONE family and it sure as hell isn’t yours. With your blood on MY hands, I can show you just how good I am at control. As I did with Zanaya, Rex and the rest. I am DAMN good at carrying out my master’s will, and as long as I get to carve people up, I’ll keep on doing it!” He held his hand up and Zunk’s face grew vacant, his mouth hung open and he bore the same expression the others had done before him. This was the prelude to the end. “I can’t believe this. Of all the sick things I’ve seen in this tournament, biting the literal hand that feeds has got to be one of the worst! Malphas should be ashamed, but given his prior antics, I don’t think that’s possible! Get up, Zunk! Move for god’s sake!” I pleaded, my hands shaking, and the fear of losing someone else with no means to save them filled me with such dread, but there was nothing I could do. Nelle didn’t move from her analytical stance and the crowd bayed for blood as the techno music swelled. Malphas walked over with confidence, pulling a weapon from his back and brandishing it playfully as he got closer. He showed no hesitation as he drove the blade deep into Zunk’s chest, dark blood running down his torso to the delight of his son. “Guess blood ties do run deep, huh?” He looked at the trail and laughed. “Best of luck, dad. I’ll keep your legacy going and improve on it!” He patted the shoulder of his still standing but vacant father as he began to walk back, never seeing the surging knee coming for his temple as he turned. Malphas flew through the air and crumpled into a heap on the ground as Zunk lowered his leg, sadness and disappointment riddled across his face. Malphas tried to scramble, but Zunk was quick. He picked him up by the head, his gargantuan hands cupping the younger man in them as if holding a coconut. He slammed him down once to pacify him before hurling him towards the centre of the pit, no longer able to crawl away. Every step Zunk took bore the weight of what he was about to do, echoing the gravity of the words when he spoke: “As of late, you’ve been doing terrible things. Things I cannot forgive, forget or ignore.” “Please… dad, I’m sorry! I’ll… I’ll leave the services of my masters... of the order and I’ll stop what I’m doing… I’ll change. I swear! Oh god… please, help! I deserve better, I did what was asked of me! Are ANY of you gonna help me?!” He snivelled and darted frantic eyes around the venue, but none would intervene as his father honed in like a lion ready to make the kill. “There is no other avenue left for you, Malphas. But, let me offer you one final piece of fatherly advice…” Zunk raises his fist, his entire body twisting back with the force he’s generating and his eyes glowing like that of the Jersey Devil he is synonymous for. Malphas’ whimpering a mere backdrop to the swelling beat and his father’s chilling final words. “Leaving this world is not as scary as it seems.” With that, he drove the fist down onto Malphas’ face with such force that the venue shook. When the dust cleared, there was a divot left where Malphas’ head resided, the decapitation marks on his neck clear as day, something resembling scorch marks across the neck lining as Zunk raised his bloodied fist from the hole and walked back without a single word. It was over. I looked at the broken body of a man who had spent this entire tournament dismantling the enemy, pulling their strings and making sure at least three families were torn apart by his insatiable lust for destruction. But my mind wasn’t on that, nor was it on what was going through the mind of a man who had just rekindled the flame of his old violent moniker to take out his son. Hell, for a moment, it wasn’t even on the upcoming title fight that would determine everything. It was on what he said in those final moments of bravado that stuck with me. The claims of pulling the strings, making sure everything went to plan for his “masters”. But before I could ask Nelle what she thought, I was handed a slip of paper that contained the details for the bout. Standard things like the fighters names, monikers and the match stipulations. There were two things on that slip of paper that caused me to break out in a sweat and my heart to jump into my throat and stay there. Just two simple sentences changed my world and raised the stakes of the title fight exponentially so. The match type? 3 Stages of Hell. First to 2 victories wins the belt. The names? NFC Champion Von Trier and Sabotta. Nora Sabotta.
2020.09.28 06:54 vashthestampede121Random rambling thoughts/review-ish write-up on my thoughts on Nier Gestalt
So I just completed my second ever playthrough of this game, the first being a few years ago. When I first picked up the game I completed endings A and B, but when I found out that I would need to collect every weapon in the game, I basically just put the game down and never returned to it. Idk why the idea to watch the other ends on YouTube never occurred to me, but up until a few minutes ago I had never even seen these last two endings. This time I at least completed every quest and got every weapon...but I still ended up watching the final two endings on YouTube lol. This game is a low-key masterpiece. There are so many unique ideas, so many creative choices. I love this game's style and I love the characters. I think it's a true testament to how well-written these characters are that within the span of a few short hours, I can care so deeply for Kaine, Emil, Weiss, and Nier. I paused a playthrough of Automata to play Gestalt, and it's been very interesting to compare and contrast the two of them. Below are a series of random thoughts I have after completing Gestalt. Things I love
Music is amazing. I honestly don't know which soundtrack I prefer between this and Automata's, they both have an incredible number of bangers.
The cinematography during cutscenes is amazing
Characters are very well-written. When you can make a common object like a book into an endearing character, you've got some real talent.
While I sincerely love Automata's story, I felt like there were more instances of my heartstrings being pulled during various story scenarios in Gestalt. These include:
The story of the old woman in the lighthouse
Pretty much everything that happens in the Junk Heap during both part 1 and part 2
Kaine's story segment at the start of Route B
Fyra's death and the death of the wolf shade in Route B
Emil losing his body
Emil coming to terms with wiping out The Aerie
Basically everything that happens after you enter the Shadowlord's castle
The party dynamics/banter between your four characters is great, and I wish there was more of it tbh. Kind of a shame that you really only get it in short bursts in direct response to taking on sidequests, because it means you're missing out on a lot of characterisation if you don't take these on.
I like how the game feels like a medieval-ish fantasy for the most part. That makes it feel really unique and makes the sci-fi plot twist at the end all the more mindblowing
Everything about the Shadowlord's castle. Yoko Taro certainly knows how to make an epic finale. Everything about the ending sequence of the game is 10/10.
Things I don't love
Sidequests. I don't totally hate them. They're definitely a mixed bag. Some of them are really cool and help flesh out the world and the characters in it, such as getting Devola and Popola to sing together or learning more about Emil by taking on quests from his butler. However, I'd say about 80% of all quests are just fetch quests. Farm X amount of materials, that's what it all comes down to, and that shit sucks. After clearing Route B I have 33 hours on my file, and I probably spent a total of 6-7 hours just farming materials from the Junk Heap. Never again.
Combat. It's actually not as rough as I remember it being, but of course it doesn't hold a candle to Automata. My two biggest criticisms are 1) no lock-on and 2) only having one weapon type in part one. I can't count the number of times I completely whiffed when trying to hit an enemy simply because of a lack of lock-on. It makes the combat feel clumsy in a way that it really shouldn't. I also don't like how you have to wait until part two to unlock greatswords and spears, because this results in it feeling like the game is withholding the full battle system from you until you're halfway through. I hope the remaster at least gives us a lock-on.
The way multiple endings are handled. IMO Automata did this system way better; it was still a bit of a drag playing through the first half of the game twice but at least 9S's hacking makes the gameplay experience a bit different. In Gestalt you have to play the second half of the game four separate times if you want to see all of the endings, which IMO is not a good way to go about it. This is why after beating Route B I just decided to look up the other endings on youtube, because the only other alternative would have been mashing buttons to rush through the combat scenarios and skipping every cutscene for another 3-ish hours just to get to the end of the game another two times.
I wish more expository information around Project Gestalt was actually included in the game instead of being relegated to the Grimoire Nier, because the relevant documents we get at the very end of the game still leave a lot of questions about how things got to be the way they are.
Flower breeding. I will never get a Lunar Tear because I refuse to ever touch farming in the game again.
If you plan on doing a 100% run, there is a positively disgusting amount of backtracking in this game. The only things that save this are the fact that load times are fast and that the world map is small, meaning you're only at most about 40-60 seconds from any given location, and that travel time is even further reduced once you unlock fast travel.
I hate everything about The Aerie. In a rare miss for Nier I think the music here sucks (it's horribly grating if you have to listen to it for longer than 30 seconds), the NPCs are complete jackasses, and it's unnecessarily annoying to traverse. Slaughtering all of the villagers was incredibly cathartic since they relentlessly shit talk you every time you walk past one of their rust-huts lol
I was constantly comparing Automata and Gestalt during my playthrough. I was initially interested in seeing which one was better, but tbh I don't think there's a clear winner. If I had to pick one game over the other I would pick Automata simply because it's a more modern game with better QoL features and smoother combat, but I think both of these games are great, just in different ways.
I remember initially thinking that it was strange that Automata was going to focus on a lot of sci-fi elements around androids and robots, because that theming seemed so dramatically different from what I remembered Nier's medieval fantasy style was like. However after replaying the game I realize that those themes existed in Gestalt/Replicant the whole time, they just weren't as overt. You're literally playing as an android, and there is an entire section of the game dedicated to showing how someone develops a seething hatred of machines. It's cool that the two games have more in common thematically than I initially thought.
Despite the game's flaws, I think it's still an excellent title and am very glad I took the time to replay it.
Hey team, We moved from V 4.15 to V 4.19. Some small additions to in-game features and bug fixes. The team got together last Thursday and discussed things through. We agreed on 6 to 7 points that definitely need updating with the goal to improve the player's experience in-world. I'm pretty excited to see these ideas coming to life in the future. To help achieve this goal, Destros and Stojg have been given authorization to deploy their work after review which should speed up bug fixes and other minor patches.
2020.09.27 21:59 NefferitoMost paranormal moment in my life so far
I wrote this last year (2019) to send to the mr nightmare youtube channel (thats why its super formal) but he never posted the story so i guess ill share it here. I changed the names of my friends and cousin, not that it matters. Its all true but i left out the part about us getting followed by a car on the way back. Anyways, here you go. There's a place in Kaysville, Utah called Kay's Cross. I'll let you research the full history of the place but basically a guy started a cult and claimed he was Jesus. He got murdered for some reason and someone made a stone cross for him in his honor. A lot of evil things happened there, so someone blew up the cross. No one knows who it was to this day. These days it's owned by some family that keeps it very private and don't like trespassers. The place was even on Ghost Adventures. Anyways, I have gone there a total of three times (four if you count the time I got caught about to trespass) but the only times some thing really happened is the first time and the third time I went there. The first time I went with two of my friends, Mike and Gary. We always had liked to ghost hunt and we have gone to a cabin in the woods that was apparently Ted Bundy's. Anyways, it was June, and we had just watched the Ghost Adventures episode and thought it would be easy to sneak on to the property and see the cross for ourselves. We drove 20 minutes and finally arrived. It is literally the sketchiest place on earth. We cut through the little orchard next to the property and found a trail that we thought led to the cross. This is when stuff started going down. I heard a woman faintly yell my name. It was clear as day and seemed to be coming from the cross. "Whatever," I thought. "Must be some kids playing games and my imagination made it sound like my name." My friend Gary then says "Dude that was your name" Mike didn't hear it, so we ignored it and kept walking. We eventually got to this well that's had satanic symbols spray painted on it. It looked pretty cool, until we looked down the well. There was a very large black duffel bag full with something. "Probably a body bag" Mike joked. We all nervously laughed, but were all kind of freaking out a little bit. we walked further down the path. As soon as the remains of the cross came into view, Mike had the worst panic attack I've ever seen anyone have. Mike is a tough guy and is usually really chill, so this was really freaky to see happen. He kept wanting to leave, but me and Gary kept going. We got to the cross and stopped to look around. We started hearing whispers coming from all around us. We could see very faint images of tall black shadow figures all around us. We immediately booked it back the way we came. More shadow figures were standing in the woods all the way down the trail. It felt like they were laughing at us as we ran in fear. We eventually got back to the car and drove all the way home without saying a word. Now, fast forward to last week. My cousin, Seth was in town from Colorado and he had heard my story that I had just told you. He wanted me to take him, so I drove him up there. When we got there, I saw Mike had texted me saying he and Gary wanted to hangout. I told them what we were doing and they said they would be there in 30 minutes. When the finally got there, we planned how we should get in. We had heard of a back entrance to get to the cross, so we wanted to try that. We drove around and finally got to the back entrance. We had to jump a wire fence and a broken barbed wire fence to get there. The area was basically a big hill with dry long grass. we followed the small path up the hill. We looked at the map on our phone and decided that fastest way was to cut through a thick group of trees that were where a stream used to be. It was lower than the hills, so getting down there was a little bit tricky. We walked into the trees and slowly worked our way through them. Gary was in the front, then me, then Seth, and then Mike. We were almost out of the trees when we heard footsteps off to the left of us. We stopped to listen. about ten feet away we heard two footsteps, then the loudest snap ever, like someone broke a huge tree branch. "What was that" Seth asked We all tuned around and walked out of there back up the hill. We gathered ourselves, and decided to take the trail around the trees. As we were walking, Seth and Mike said they kept seeing someone duck into the tall grass when they looked back. Someone was following us. We kept waking, trying to stay aware of our surroundings. We were almost past the trees when we heard footsteps again. We looked into the trees, and this time turned out flashlights on our phones on. We could see pretty far into the trees, but we saw no one. We heard more footsteps and decide that was enough. We ran back to the two fences, hopped them, and got into our cars. I don't know what was there those days in those trees, and i don't know what keeps making want to go back, but I do plan to go there again someday.
* I wrote this post, in a cathartic sense, as part of an open series while going through withdrawal. * TW: Depression, Suicide, Romance, Drug Use From the bottom of my soul, I am sorry. I haven't said those words with the intention I seek to impact you with, in 5 years; all out of some misplaced sense of finding who I'm meant to be, without seeking to better who I am. I think you know that EXACT feeling. Hell, you're pretty cool and should be proud of who you are. I meant to say that the first time around. I know that doesn't make much sense - hey, here we still are. I've recognized several similarities between the negative aspects of our character and the chaos we both brought into the world. Particularly, the impact you had on me (inadvertently) before our paths had even crossed. I wreaked the same havoc my entire life and can't help feeling that this is all just "karmic retribution". If this is "winning" it's not worth it; I was made for the woman, not the heroine. I should not have cynically brought you down. I was hurting and wanted someone else to hurt like I was/still/always now do. That's not an excuse, it's just an explanation. I can't say that you've paid the same price, nor would I want you to. You have the very thing I risked everything for. Be proud. Be you. Don't give up, don't repeat the past, and don't think I despise you/want you to fail. Come and get me if you really feel things are that bad because - I'm not giving up and I never will so long as I'm still breathing. Poor choice of words, L. I apologize for disregarding concern for you and wish you well. I could say more to incentivize you, but it would only come from a narcissistic part of my personality that needs to die. Somehow, I think you can imagine it all without me needing to express it. I'm sorry everything happened this way. I'm really, really sorry. I don't take pride in being "right" or having to carry on with testing these theories... Good luck. Make it count. Bring me some Egyptian blonde. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3MMNsGr8RJw
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2vjPBrBU-TM I always feel like this when I drink. I'm a beautiful and crazy half naked kid having the time of her life. Until the shame, then more drinking to forget. Because I'm not a cute kid having the time of her life, I am a 30 year old woman who probably is half naked and it's beyond not cute. at best it's pretty sad Hope everyone is well. I am failing but I'll do my best
2020.09.27 17:00 AsimovEllison[TOMT][MUSIC][2000s] UK or British rap/hip-hop song. It has a music video, and features a duo (black and white guy.) They rap about a spliff and might feature a woman on the hook.
I'm looking for a UK or British rap/hip-hop song I heard around 10 years ago. It has a music video, and features a duo (black and white guy.) They rap about a spliff and might feature a woman on the hook. The lyrics might feature the lyrics "light it up" or "roll it up" or similar. I recall them rapping on the street or in an alley near an iron gate. The music video was on YouTube and high quality with pretty good production quality. Thanks for allowing me to post.
2020.09.27 16:55 AsimovEllisonA UK or British rap/hip-hop song I heard around 10 years ago. A duo, a black and white guy, and they rap about a spliff and it might feature a woman on the hook.
I'm looking for a UK or British rap/hip-hop song I heard around 10 years ago. It has a music video, and features a duo (black and white guy.) They rap about a spliff and might feature a woman on the hook. The lyrics might feature the lyrics "light it up" or "roll it up" or similar. I recall them rapping on the street or in an alley near an iron gate. The music video was on YouTube and high quality with pretty good production quality. Thanks for allowing me to post.
2020.09.27 12:03 pizzasushidogThis is a going to be a long one. Get some popcorn. Put on some music. Take a dump.
I’m fairly new to this sub. About 10 years ago I briefly flirted with the exjw Facebook group I had stumbled upon. I am currently PIMO (35F) and have had on and off doubts over the last 10years but was pretty great at suppressing them. I am in a forked up situation, where I experienced trauma due to an abusive narcissistic mother, an absent bio father and a random stepdad. I found out a few years ago my bio dad had actually tried finding my brother and I but died about 10 years prior. I found this out from a half sibling I never knew existed. Turns out there’s 4 of them from my dads first marriage and my mum was his secretary/affair and he left that family, and married my mum as she was pregnant with me. I already had a strained relationship with my mother, but this made me cut contact. There were a lot of lies, and gaslighting alongside the already negative upbringing. This resulted in the very anxious, depressed, diagnosed high functioning adhd having, hilarious and now having gone through a breakup, diagnosis for the above, therapy, research, worldwide pandemic and 2020 survivor (so far, I spose) who has not been looked after whatsoever by her congregation. I am wanting to leave the “truth”. If I do I will quite literally have no one. I don’t have a family to go back to. My mother started studying when I was 5, and we moved around a lil bit so she was on and off with meeting attendance and studies etc. She got baptised when I was 15. I got baptised at 19, and she became inactive not long after. My younger brother was never interested, so didn’t get dunked. I lived my life as a good JW, yet I was always viewed as not as good as the ones raised in the truth with strong families or the new fresh studies that got baptised quickly. I kept trying. For years. It’s been 16 years in November since my baptism. I had always been a good girl. A people pleaser. Having gone through therapy I’ve realised being a witness is not me. It’s my default response, people pleasing. I was sexually groomed (via sexting) by the pioneer son of an elder in a different city. One weekend a group of my friends and I went to stay at his family home. I slept in his sisters room. He came in, in the middle of the night and touched me. And put my hand down his pants to get him off. I was terrified. I pretended to be asleep. It was my fault though, right? I had been sexting him. The next morning he messaged and apologised and said he was drunk. About a year later I told a “friend” what had happened. She told his family. One of his sisters called me and threatened that his family would destroy me if I kept spreading these “lies”. His family was big, mean, and popular. Also with the elder father and pioneering kids. I went to my elders. I was told I should have fled. Essentially telling a young woman (I was around 22 at the time) to run out into the night in a strange town with a reputation for danger. What. I remember thinking, oops it’s my fault. There was nothing they could do, there wasn’t a second witness, and he denied it. He was a pioneer with a good reputation. I later told one of my friends who was in the room when it happened, and she was like oh yeah I saw him come in and hovering over you. Not long after that was when I discovered the exjw Facebook. Fast forward to today. I’ve found this sub via the conspiracy sub and a post about the bethel being in a weird shape (maybe in Denmark?) and I got curious. My old doubts bubbled forth! Now, I joined the conspiracy sub back when there was a glitter conspiracy and lots of speculation around who’s buying all the glitter. Lately, since covid etc it’s filled with political QAnon bullshirt. My aunt is obsessed with their Hollywood pedo ring and save the children/ covid is a conspiracy/ anti semitic/ racist/ antivaxxe YouTube “research” and the like. I’ve spent a ton of time reverse image google searching and easily finding scientific and legit sources to debunk the whole lot. (Side note, no doubt there’s pedos in Hollywood, as there are in all corners of society, but qanon spreads misinformation for political gain and none of the hashtagging or reposting infographics is actually helping the kids down the street from being abused etc) When you start looking at what these people believe - it leads to trump saving the world from Hollywood and msm with the help of JFK jr with a side of armaggedon - it’s ridiculous. Like no sane person would believe that if it were presented to you just like that. I started to think, dude how do I believe what I believe? It sounds forking nuts when you lay it out in a similar way! Along the way I’ve looked into propaganda techniques (it’s late here - I forget the real term) and it is just so obvious everytime I look at the watchtower study etc. And that’s what’s been playing in my mind. Also have not gone field service (phone witno is a huge nope for me), have reached out and asked for help to multiple elders and absolutely nothing in response. I’ve been people pleasing and ignoring my true self for so long, I don’t know who I am. I didn’t pursue higher education. I am in a buttload of debt. I lost my job because of the pandemic. I don’t have a family to go to. I don’t have worldly friends. I don’t trust men- which sucks because dang there’s some fine dudes out there! I’m scared. I don’t know what to do. I feel I may have rambled a bit. And this is very much just scratching the surface. But it feels so good to get this off my chest.
"Are you sure you are ready, Myra?" Leswyn asked from the other side of the room, as he watched the crowd grow from the window of the balcony. Leswyn only ever called her by name when they were alone. That intimacy was born out of a life long friendship and shared upbringing among the halls of this very temple. They could be said to be brother and sister, their father and mother being The Lord of Light and this Temple. His roots and origins not much unlike Myra's own, his family were persecuted for worshipping the Red Faith in the Riverlands, although the end of his tale was a lot more tragic than the Crimson Maiden's. "I spent a whole year into getting ready, Leswyn. If I still lack what is required of me for the task, I shall pray myself to R'hllor that I fail" She did not look at him as she answered, her hand played close to the flames of the only lit candle in the room. "Indeed. You took your sweet time in your seclusion..." The Red Priest's voice betrayed a hint of remorse, faint enough to be hidden from most. But Myra knew him well. "You want to share something with me?" She questioned, finally turning to him, her red eyes glimpsing the expression on his dark face, piercing through his facade. He was slightly older than her and taller. But even from that discrepancy, she could plainly see the sting of regret in his eyes. "We just had a rough time, without you. You know that I am not as blessed as you are, many still think that the temple worsened under my guidance, and honestly and I just... I just missed..." "I missed you" He wanted to say, but couldn't come to speak the words. "I missed your wisdom" Was what came out. "Do not speak of blasphemy before me," Myra's tone was harsh, not suited to a conversation between friends, however, soon after her face softened and so did her words, "You are as much blessed as I am. We all are, you know that" Leswyn nodded in false agreement but spoke nothing more. "That is one of the biggest lies you ever told me," He thought "Can't you just see how special you are, Myra?" "I should go now, I think they are ready," Myra said after taking her turn of looking through the window. A large mob was already forming at the Temple's front. "You are right. May the Lord light your path, High Priestess" Leswyn bowed as Myra wrapped herself in a scarlet cloak and took a deep breath before leaving the room. [...] People from all kinds and ages walked, following the rest of the multitude that formed under the entrance of the Red Temple. Admittedly most of those gathered were red worshippers. But a few of some more curious than wise folk walked along the rest, waiting to see what the commotion was all about. The reason they were all present here was simple. Word had been spread out a few days past about some grand event that would take place there. The Red Temple had even been closed, which only worked in favour of piquing the interest of the smallfolk. They all had heard of the Crimson Maiden's return, and her mysterious persona worked for drawing in more and more people. The second point of interest was the gigantic pyre that was under the process of being raised, mostly by acolytes and temple guards, in the streets, just beside the large doors to the house of red. While most folks in the city were already taught to dread those things, the other portion seemed to be lured to it every single time. [...]
Approaching from the balcony upper side, the Crimson Maiden appeared in the view of all, standing just slightly above the pyre and killing the wave of whispers that festered among the crowd until that point with her presence. She had her eyes tightly shut, her breath was steady and calm as her small frame wavered slightly with it. In her mind, the words started to form, what she had to say was clear, she was only asking for the strength to convey them properly. When she finally felt ready, her crimson eyes opened and stared back at the crowd. "People of Kingslanding! Sons and Daughters of the flame! It gratifies me to see that your devotion has brought you here tonight. Your undying faith truly fills my entire being with fiery joy! For those of you whose flames of belief had yet not been set alight, I ask that you set your fear aside and listen to my words, for what I have to say concerns everyone living in this city". "It is not a secret, that we live in a fractured state of spirit. Brothers and sisters spread the seed of discord on a daily basis among each other, people kill and people die for what they believe. You all know of what I speak of, we all feel the words of hatred and prejudice when we get called heathens, as we are treated as a disease!" Myra let her words echo for a moment, as the crowd absorbed their meaning. "The Faith of the Seven," She simply pronounced for a bit, as folk looked to each other in confusion. "Some of you may still hold it dear to your hearts, others may still believe in it, but almost every one of you here present once trusted in its tales. I can see that plainly, for I also studied its ways. Know that I speak not from ignorance when I say their ways are tainted and although they can bring some small comfort, they are only blinding you from the one true God" Upon her touching on this subject, the crowd seemed to grow restless, as some of the people started to make their ways out of there and others simply grumbled in annoyance. But the vast majority listened to her words intently, for most of what she said so far had been true. Myra rose her hand as if to calm the gathering. "A few days ago, in Faith's holiest of grounds, in the Sept of Baelor, the supposed avatar of their gods, their High Septon, achieved his place, not by his devotion or faith, but through the most unforgivable of acts! He murdered in cold blood his predecessor and took the position for himself! Blinded not only in flesh but also in spirit, the one they call the Blind One killed before the gods he believes and stained his false belief. When forced to face the weight of his crimes by the servants of The Prince Who Was Promised, the vile man did again what he was taught to do, and murdered Varelos of Myr, our Grace's Master of Whisperers!" Her throat trembled as her indignation took shape into words. "You see, despite how many lies they try to tell you, how comforting their ways must sound, the Faith of the Seven is a collection of false beliefs, rotten to the core by their twisted believers! And there is no greater proof of that than the actions of the avatar of their seven faced god!" Myra took a time to catch her breath, as the murmurs were born once more amidst the people "I have a task for each and every one of you. We must strive to be different. We are all born from the same flame, bounded in the love deposited in each of us. Every life is a gift from the Lord and every flame must be nourished and guided! That is why it is ours the task of teaching our misguided brothers and sisters! We must teach them of their wrong ways, how they have been blinded by the blind. Come, my siblings of the flame, insist on their change, for the Lord of Light is as merciful as he is powerful!" "His are the blessings but ours is gratitude!" As if by the powers of her words alone, the great pyre was lit in an instant with a fiery blast. The crowd was taken by surprise as they awed at the sudden event. Whispers about the origin of the fire started to spread in hushed voices, as the woman before them proved worthy of her reputation. This was far from being divine power, in truth. A small spark had already been lit inside the pyre, hidden by the sheer quantity of firewood that constituted the behemoth, and a flammable substance that Myra had concocted was put on beside it. Myra had timed the words of her speech with the eventual blast, demonstrating an incredible knowledge of flames, worthy of a Red Priestess. "Enough about false faiths and idols! Let's reclaim this night and make it our day! For R'hllor is all the faces we need for our God!" The gathering cheered with the words of the High Priestess, and as the flames danced on and about on the pyre, high enough to threaten to touch the sky. Everyone knew what came now. The doors opened and showed the sacrifices of the night. The guards brought them in an orderly manner, they all chained and making a line into the direction of the fire. The amount of prisoner totalled seven. "Rh'llor is our Father, and his is the justice!" A middle-aged man was released from the chains and then pushed into the pyre. He tried running, but upon contact with the flames, his body erupted into blazes, proving that this pyre's fire was not conventional and killing him almost instantly. "The Heart of Flame is our Mother, and his is the mercy!" Now was the turn of a middle-aged woman to face the same fate, adding to the pile of charcoal and timber. "The Azor Ahai is his Warrior, and wielding Lightbringer he shall slay the darkness!" A bulky man, still dressed in his chain armour fed the flames just like the other two before him, dying before he could even properly scream as the metal melded into his flesh. "His heat is what lights the forges of Smiths ablaze, his warm is what melts and fixes our wrongs!" An older man dressed into his blacksmith apron kissed the heat he felt for most of his life, bending and twisting like the steel in his forge usually did. "To the Lord of Light belongs the innocence and beauty of every Maiden, his is the birth and his is the youth!" A pretty young woman who stared terrified was now offered, a simple push enough to drain away all her beauty. "To the Red God belongs all wisdom, for his light is the only Crone that can truly guide us into the right path" An old woman, skin like of a melted candle soon actually melted. "And lastly, The Great Other, the lord of the cold and dark that seeks to extinguish the gift of life, is a Stranger in these halls, for he has no place here!" A hooded person, cloaked into dirty brown scraps was the last shoved, destined to maintain the fire burning for a longer time. And so it was completed. Myra, through her symbolism, burned the notion of the Seven for these people. Her only hope is that her actions here would light the spark of the Red Faith into others as well. But all that was a matter for another time. For now, Myra delighted herself in the majestic sight of that great flame, as the crowd cheered and other Red Priests started prayers, her mind faded, contemplating fully that single instant as she felt the ecstasy rush her whole body...
2020.09.27 03:07 ColdVergil[TOMT][Video] Youtube video about a guitar player in a goth scenery with a vampire chick
Many years ago, around 2011-2012, good friend of mine of sent me this youtube vid where a guy is like at a dinner or having dinner but it's actually just a guitar player and then obviously he starts playing. I remember he was pretty damn good and the song had something related to the moon. There was also this woman, vampire like I think? That was with him and I think she would just walk around him. I've had this shit in my mind for a week and still can't find. There was also very heavy goth scenery, like castle and stuff. I think, might be mistaken there was something with the candles as well. PLS HALP.
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