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[Help] 3 month old puppy eating rocks

2020.09.29 19:17 tobacconoirdw [Help] 3 month old puppy eating rocks

So as the title says.
My partner and I recently got a female lab mix puppy (we are thinking mixed with mastiff due to her brindle colouring) and she won't stop chewing/eating rocks!
I believe for the most part she will just roll them around in her mouth then spit them out but sometimes when I try and catch her to pull them out of her mouth she'll swallow it.
I don't know what to do to make her stop. When I try and grab her she thinks it's a game and starts running from me. If I end up catching her I'll scold her and kennel her, but when she goes back outside she goes running back to these damn rocks.
Is this an issue of me not feeding her enough? She is about 12.3 KG and we feed her 2 1/2 cups of food a day. She'll also get treats from training as well as I put yogurt in a kong for her and sometimes peanut butter. Could this be from boredom? I'm in online classes during the day but when I'm not in a class I'm always playing with her.
I just do not know what to do and I am at my absolute wits end. I'm just terrified she is going to swallow a rock and do damage to her little tummy :( She's our first dog and we just don't know how to navigate this. Next step is to call our vet and potentially bring her in?
Any info or experiences people have had would be much appreciated! I don't know what to do and I just want what is best for my little pup.
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2020.09.29 17:07 karebearkilla79 I feel like I’m in a subset of my own and feel so out of my element, lost and alone

Have any of you become “Step parents” after a long established relationship with your significant other? Not due to an affair but a break up, especially one you initiated? One where there had no been children other than your own before? I am struggling so much. My partner was an amazing role model when we were just friends, as we transitioned to more he became a wonderful father figure. I broke things off with him and asked him to move out a little more than a year ago which I later discovered was all due to error on my part. Not long after finally hearing him out and starting to reconcile a girl that he had about 3 sexual encounters with came forward and said she was pregnant. There were a lot of things going on with her and it was hard to determine facts from emotion. I couldn’t imagine telling him I couldn’t accept him as a father after he had been a parent to my two children for the last year and some change and an “uncle” figure for several before. We also didn’t even know if it was his and so the long wait began...
I knew it was going to be hard and so many unknowns. But at 40 years old and two divorces, this man has been a best friend, a rock and the love of my life. All he ever wanted was to be a father and due to a health emergency, I apparently lost that ability. The woman finally admitted to other possible men and had been so hostile through all of it. I’ve helped him prepare for a proper family law case as I know the drill. She delivered and the heart shattering news, even though I thought I’d prepared myself.. I read the papers when it came 99.999... I have tried to help still. She is so bitter and as they were not married he has no rights. I know how this will play out if he doesn’t grab this “by the balls now”..
We are not married but he has asked my parents for my hand. He waited until confirmation and then went to their house alone, told them what happened and asked for their permission all things considered. As much as this has been my dream, for the first time ever, we are fighting. He has been getting snippy. Raising his voice. I find myself feeling betrayed for my son when I hear him say things about the baby, also a son, that I didn’t feel was there for my son. Wanting to post pictures on FB even. We still haven’t “come out” publicy 100%. Our close friends and family all know and have accepted and supported but I am so embarrassed. Why? It’s not an affair baby but it feels like it. I want to know and love this baby but the two times we got to see him, in a park and supervised, I am not allowed to hold him. This is the mom. He says he has no idea what he’s doing. He doesn’t want to hurt me and just make me happy but not ruffle her feathers. He is throwing everything away in court by rolling over because he believes she will be nice and he just wants to have time with the baby ASAP.
This is going to affect my life as long as I’m with him. I resent seeing him build this bond that I’m not allowed to have at the same time I have been doing everything to make sure he even gets to have it. I have no one to talk to because they either came in after the divorce and custody stuff was done or it was an affair and they are dealing with different things..
I am also dealing with my own repeat custody case at the same time as well as having a few health issues. They are chronic and degenerative. All things known, I’m looking at 7 years left on the good side. The last year of progression says probably 5. I just feel hopeless and I know that the problems just get worse. It seems like he will be clueless and it will always be something. I don’t want to give up on him and I feel like I see so many step and blended families with happy endings. I just can’t see that light for me.
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2020.09.29 16:00 disposablepewpew Behold! My Stuff! The ramblings of Self Hoster with too much time.

NOTE: If formatting looks bad, I'm still working on this post.
Purpose of this post
To show off and explain my current set up. I don't get to talk about my home lab much, and from a recent thread on this sub, I realised this is the kind of post I enjoy, so I figured I'd contribute. This isn't exhaustive, and I may come back to edit this and add more information depending on how well recieved it is. If this is not in the spirit of the sub, or against the rules, feel free to remove it, but the reason I posted this here instead of homelab is that I'm mainly using this infrastructure to self host things for myself. It's not in home server because, well, I have more than just one server.
Considerations
There are a few things that dictate what goes into my set up, and what I am comfortable using in "production"
  1. Must be truly self hosted, and cannot rely on external servers to function. I don't like the idea of plex requiring external authentication, or using Googles OAuth in front of my services.
  2. Security. Only I and my partner use my set up. The only acccess to my lab/set up is via a VPN. Everthing else is blocked by default.
  3. If it doesn't need access to the internet, it doesn't get access to the internet. For example, why does my printer need to phone home? Why does my CCTV system need to talk to the manufacturers servers? These things are blocked by default and cannot talk to anything on the LAN.
  4. Before I run a container, I will go through the dockerfile to try and understand what is going on. I dislike blindly trusting things. While I'm no pro, I can get a pretty good idea of what's happening.
Hardware
ESXIHost
Dell Precision T5600
Dual Xeon Processors
112GB ECC RAM
1x1TB SSB for VM Storage
2x3TB HDD's, RAID1
1 built in gigabit ethernet port plus a intel quad gigabit card
NVidia Geforce Quadro P4000 Graphics Card, but will be replaced by a AMD R9 280X because AMD don't pull stupid manouvers with their graphics card drivers
FreenasHost
HP Proliant Microserver Gen8
(ADD CPU Info)
16GB ECC RAM
2x3TB HDD
2x2TB HDD
pfSenseHost
Noname Mini PC from Aliexpress
6 intel gigabit ports
4GB RAM
32GB SSD
Switch TP-Link 16 port gigabit managed switch
Access Point (Add in later), running OpenWRT
Software / VM's / Containers
Heimdall(Container) A dashboard for all my internal services and hardware. I use this instead of bookmarks as I just need to update one location. It's not dependant on a browser which is ideal for my use case.
Portainer(Container) Docker front end. Works well. Is connected to my DC's for SSO.
Leantime(Container) Project managements
Snipe IT(Container) IT Asset Management
phpIPAM(Container) IP Address Management
Guacamole(Container) Remote RDP client running in a browser. Super handy to have.
Gitea(Container) GIT version control. Mainly for storing my ansible playbooks and configuration files.
Transmission(Container) Yar Har Fiddle De Dee
pyLoad(Container) Download manager written in python. Pretty handy for downloads that could take a while.
Syncthing(Freenas Jail) Initially I was using Nextcloud, but for my purposes, it just felt super bloated. I only needed a way to synchronise my keepass database.
Bookstack(Container) Internal wiki.
Jellyfin(Container) Media player.
Ansible / VS Code(Dedicated VM) Dedicated VM which I use as an Ansible Master. I've installed VS Code Server on here so I can edit any playbooks and do things remotely if I feel the need without having to set up a new environment. Is also pretty useful for managing a kubernetes clusters as I have kubectl and rke set up on here. Saves having to set up multiple workstations and sync things across.
youtubeDl(Container) For the downloading of youtubes and things.
NordVPN (Container) Some *cough* websites for the downloadings are not strictly allowed where I'm from, so this container allows me to bypass that to a degree. Transmission, pyload and youtubedl all go through this container. Works pretty well.
Pwndrop(Container) Has way more functionality than I'm currently using. I'm mainly using it to share files between devices/vms. Also, the default 404 page is a rick roll. The dev is my kinda people.
Ubooquity(Container) For the reading of ebooks and comics. I tried calibre, but for my needs, it just felt super bloated. I like dealing with files directly, and not the apple approach which is to organise things for me.
Veeam(Dedicated VM) Amazing software for backups. The only complaint I have is that it requires windows, but you can't have it all. Free version allows the backup of 10 devices, or, if you get the NFR version (also free), you can do up to 20.
WS2019 - DC1 (Dedicated VM) WS2019 - DC2 (Dedicated VM, but under bhyve on Freenas) Domain controllers. For the controllering of my domain.
Docker Host - (Dedicated VM) The majority of my services run on this VM. It has shares from my Freenas box mounted so the containers can access them.
Factorio Server - (Dedicated VM) This will be decomissioned soon pending the successful deployment of a Pterodactylserver.
Borgbackup- (Dedicated VM) Can't reccomend borgbackup enough. Works well for my needs and super easy to set up.
Windows10 Domain Manager - (Dedicated VM) This is a dedicated Windows 10 VM that I use to manage the windows infrastructure. DNS, Active directory and control of the VEEAM server is all done from here. This is connected to my domain so SSO works really well from here. I prefer not to use my primary workstation or laptops for these purposes, so having a vm to rdp into is super handy.

My Infrastructure Explained
Firewall
Let's start with the firewall as it's a good place as any. I have used pfSense ever since I started hosting my own things, and have had no issues with it. Originally, it was virtualised, and this worked great for many years. However, once I started to tinker more, I realised that my entire network going down because I needed to reboot my esxi host was becoming a pain. I purchased a (relatively) cheap device from Aliexpress with 6 gigabit ethernet ports and migrated my pfsense install over this. It has been on pretty much 24/7 since then with no issues whatsoever. I have single sign on enabled on here, linked to my Active Directory (which I will come back to later). I must say, the migration for virtual to physical hardware was a breeze with pfSense's built in back up and restore feature.
Aside from running my firewall, I have OpenVPN set up on here, which is super handy, as I can remote in to this if any issues occur with the rest of my lab and I'm away from home. I also have HAProxy running on here which provides a reverse proxy and ssl offloading for anything that I don't want to provide a self signed certificate for. Additionally, this device also hosts my certificate authority. While I have no issue using Lets Encrypt for any publicly facing servers (of which there are currently none), I prefer using my own CA and signing my own certificates. I have the root certs installed on all my devices so everything is trusted internally.
Ideally, I wanted to add wireless capability to my pfSense machine, but that was an excercise in futility as getting BSD to recognise the 5 different wireless cards I tried was just not happening. May revisit this is in the future if/when pfsense adds in support for more wireless cards. If anyone has any experience here, I would love some feedback. I went through the "supported" list of cards, but just couldn't get anything recognised. The consensus seems to be to not use pfsense for this, but goddammit, that's what I want to do. The system even has 2 mount points for wireless antennas so it's begging for this.
ESXI Host
My current pride and joy. It's a pretty old Dell Precision T5600 which I bought a few months ago. It's an absolute chonker, but was a major upgrade from my HP Microsercer G8 which was limited to 16GB RAM. I'm running ESXI 6.7U3 on this, with VCenter installed as a VM. I really do like esxi, even though it's closed source. I did try running Proxmox in lab for a while, but ran into a few issues which caused me to go crawling back to vmware's offerings. I have also tried XCP-NG, but I didn't like the amount of work XOA required to set up (if you wanted to self host). Aside from some issues getting GPU passthrough to work (thanks to NVidia and their stupid error 43), this thing has been rock solid on ESXI 6.7.
Freenas Host
Love it or hate it, Freenas has been super stable for me. Initially it was virtualised, but now it's running on my microserver since the G8 is retired (mostly) from virtualisation duties. This provides the majority of stable storage to my services. Additionally, it runs Syncthing in a jail which I set up from scratch (thanks to Lawrence Systems on Youtube. Those guys are a gold mine of information) which backs up a few documents and my keepass database to all my devices. The only other thing running on this server is my secondary domain controller which is a windows 2019 VM that runs AD and DNS for my domain.
Switch
Nothing overly interesting here, it's a cheapo TP-Link managed switch. It's a switch. It does switch things, and does them well. Aside from the annoyance of dealing the engrish on the web panel, I've had no issues here.
Access Point
Super cheap wireless travel router flashed with OpenWRT. Provides enough coverage for everything as the majority of things in my set up are wired. This is on my list as the next upgrade I would like to do.
Active Directory
I wanted single sign on for all my devices, so first I tried FreeIPA. This worked pretty well, but apparently doesn't play nice with Freenas. Freenas is bae, so FreeIPA had to go. After this I spent ages trying to get Samba AD to work as my primary domain controller. I had it set up on a Raspberry Pi as the primary DC, with a secondary installed as a VM. This worked ok. I even wrote my first bash script to set to set up 2 smaba DC's for me as it's a pretty involved process. However, I kept running into a few niggly issues which really bugged me enough to resort to using Windows Server 2019. This has been rock solid since then. The DNS and DC are replicated to a secondary WS2019 machine being virtualised under bhyve on my freenas box. Going from esxi to bhyve was a major downgrade, and I wouldn't reccomend it, but I needed some redundancy here for when I need to reboot my esxi host.
Backups
My backup strategy is very simple at the moment. All important data is stored on the Freenas box. This includes backups from VEEAM which back up all the VM's from my esxi host. This deals with bit rot and other data storage shenanigans. I'm using RAIDZ1 which covers me in the case of a disk failure. The shares I actually care about are mounted to a Borgbackup VM, which then backs up to 2 external hard drives that I rotate from an off-site location weekly. The backup keys are stored in my keepass db, which is synced to all my local devices, as well as on to the external hdd's. This should be enough to cover me in most scenarios.
Documentation
This has been a lifesaver a few times. Any time I try something new, and manage to get it to work successfully, I document it. Currently using Bookstack, and can highly reccomend it. Lovely to work with. Before this, I was using DokuWiki, which is also great, but lacked some of the fancier features Bookstack has built in.
Monitoring
So, I'm only recently getting into this, and need to spend much more time on this aspect. However, I have a working TIG (Telegraf, InfluxDB, Grafana) stack up and running, and a few graphs which others have made. I do plan on building my own super fancy dashboard eventually. I've also just managed to set up an ELK (Elasicsearch, Logstash, Kibana) stack, but it's not doing a whole lot just yet.
Automation
Ever have that issue where you want to spin up some services but don't want to go through your documentation and copy paste all your commands into a terminal like some sort of pleb? Automate it. I started with Puppet, and while it was very fancy and worked pretty well, Ansible is the real bae here. Super easy to get started with. I've set up an Ansible Server, with VS Code installed so I can do all the things from a web browser. This set up feels super fancy and is probably one of my favourite new toys.
VM's and their "quirks"
The primary Linux OS I use as the base for all my VM's in Debian. While I have iso's for other distros that I use if I must, Debian 10 is the standard base for everything. To simplify rolling out new services that require a dedicated vm, I have created a "Golden Image". This is a base install of Debian 10, with my self signed certs installed, domain name set up, and a few common bits of software I will use everywhere such as open-vm-tools. If I need to roll out a new vm based on this, I can clone it in VCenter, and use a template to assign it a static ip and hostname. I've also created an ansible playbook that can set up a new golden image on another distro if I need to. This has been a major time saver.
Container Management
Docker has simplified so much when it comes to deploying software. Being able to run a multitude of services without building a dedicated VM for each one is brilliant. I'm currently running quite a few services on 1 VM with 4vCPU's and 8GB RAM. Portainer is the current frontend. While this set up works great and I've had no issues with it, I'm currently working on migrating to singled node "HA" k8s cluster with Rancher. I have this mostly working, but I'm stuck on getting rancher to work with Active Directory, so if anyone has any tips, I'm here for that.

Current Projects
Rancher / Kubernetes - Complete overkill, but I'd like to migrate my containers to Rancher. I don't want to use the docker version of Rancher as I would like to be able to move to a full HA if I want to. I currently have a single node, HA Rancher install working. Next steps are to set up another single node kubernetes cluster, add it to rancher and convert my docker-compose files to work with rancher.
Pterodactyl io - More containers! But for games. Set up seems pretty easy to do, but I'd like to create a playbook so I don't need to manually do this if I fancy a rebuild.
Documentation - While I have documented part of my set up, I realised I wanted it to be much more in depth. This post is the result of that. Worst case scenario, I add another page to my bookstack.

This may read like a ramble, and I will be back to edit and sanitise this, but in the meantime, feel free to ask questions, critique my set up and let me know if there's a better way you think I can do things.
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2020.09.29 14:34 fluffybabypuppies Pregnancy and Relationship Health

I see a lot of posts by women who are concerned about the changes in their relationship during pregnancy and after birth, so I wrote up this post for my bumper group last year. I thought it might be useful to share it here also!
Worried about the health of your relationship?
All relationships need work, even ones that may appear perfect. And even relationships that felt rock solid before may experience strain and stress during pregnancy and after the baby comes.
Your partner may be unsure of how to help you through morning sickness, SPD, exhaustion, or the other things you may experience while growing a human. They may be frustrated with more “work” falling to them than they are used to.
They might have a different view of baby’s needs then you do. Perhaps they are slacking on helping setting up the nursery, or aren't taking initiative to take over household duties without you telling them what to do.
And, to top it off, your relationships with family are about to change too. Through this, you and your partner would ideally set up a united front against overbearing in-laws, over permissive aunts, and grandparents who don’t understand why you don’t want them sleeping on your couch for three months after the baby is born.
The type of relationship you have with your partner will set the stage for child’s view of “normal.” Whatever they see in the home will feel normal to them, and will affect how they interact with their own future partners. If they see their parents treating each other with love and respect, they will expect that from future partners. If they see their parents disrespecting each other, tearing each other down, and ignoring each other’s wishes, that is what they will expect their future partner to do to them. Thus, there’s no better time than NOW to evaluate what you want from your relationship, and what message you want to give to your baby.
A favorite book of mine is John Gottman’s “Seven Principles for Making Marriages Work.” Unlike your typical self-help book writer, Gottman is an acclaimed mathematician and clinical psychologist. He performed some ground-breaking research on the argument styles of couples who stayed together, or ultimately divorced.
He specifically identified four things that are warning bells of a failing relationship, which he dubbed the “Four Horsemen.” From Gottman’s website:
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1. Criticism.
Criticizing your partner is different than offering a critique or voicing a complaint. The latter two are about specific issues, whereas the former is an ad hominem attack. It is an attack on your partner at the core of their character. In effect, you are dismantling their whole being when you criticize.
The important thing is to learn the difference between expressing a complaint and criticizing:
Complaint: “I was scared when you were running late and didn’t call me. I thought we had agreed that we would do that for each other.”
Criticism: “You never think about how your behavior is affecting other people. I don’t believe you are that forgetful, you’re just selfish. You never think of others! You never think of me!”
If you find that you are your partner are critical of each other, don’t assume your relationship is doomed to fail. The problem with criticism is that, when it becomes pervasive, it paves the way for the other, far deadlier horsemen to follow. It makes the victim feel assaulted, rejected, and hurt, and often causes the perpetrator and victim to fall into an escalating pattern where the first horseman reappears with greater and greater frequency and intensity, which eventually leads to contempt.
2. Contempt
The second horseman is contempt. When we communicate in this state, we are truly mean—we treat others with disrespect, mock them with sarcasm, ridicule, call them names, and mimic or use body language such as eye-rolling or scoffing. The target of contempt is made to feel despised and worthless.
Contempt goes far beyond criticism. While criticism attacks your partner’s character, contempt assumes a position of moral superiority over them:
“You’re ‘tired?’ Cry me a river. I’ve been with the kids all day, running around like mad to keep this house going and all you do when you come home from work is flop down on that sofa like a child and play those idiotic video games. I don’t have time to deal with another kid. Could you be any more pathetic?”
Research even shows that couples that are contemptuous of each other are more likely to suffer from infectious illness (colds, the flu, etc.) than others due to weakened immune systems!
Contempt is fueled by long-simmering negative thoughts about the partner—which come to a head when the perpetrator attacks the accused from a position of relative superiority.
Most importantly, contempt is the single greatest predictor of divorce. It must be eliminated.
3. Defensiveness
The third horseman is defensiveness, and it is typically a response to criticism. We’ve all been defensive, and this horseman is nearly omnipresent when relationships are on the rocks. When we feel unjustly accused, we fish for excuses and play the innocent victim so that our partner will back off.
Unfortunately, this strategy is almost never successful. Our excuses just tell our partner that we don’t take their concerns seriously and that we won’t take responsibility for our mistakes:
Question: “Did you call Betty and Ralph to let them know that we’re not coming tonight as you promised this morning?”
Defensive response: “I was just too darn busy today. As a matter of fact, you know just how busy my schedule was. Why didn’t you just do it?”
This partner not only responds defensively, but they reverse blame in an attempt to make it the other partner’s fault. Instead, a non-defensive response can express acceptance of responsibility, admission of fault, and understanding of your partner’s perspective:
“Oops, I forgot. I should have asked you this morning to do it because I knew my day would be packed. That’s my fault. Let me call them right now.”
Although it is perfectly understandable to defend yourself if you’re stressed out and feeling attacked, this approach will not have the desired effect. Defensiveness will only escalate the conflict if the critical spouse does not back down or apologize.
This is because defensiveness is really a way of blaming your partner, and it won’t allow for healthy conflict management.
4. Stonewalling
The fourth horseman is stonewalling, which is usually a response to contempt. Stonewalling occurs when the listener withdraws from the interaction, shuts down, and simply stops responding to their partner.
Rather than confronting the issues with their partner, people who stonewall can make evasive maneuvers such as tuning out, turning away, acting busy, or engaging in obsessive or distracting behaviors.
It takes time for the negativity created by the first three horsemen to become overwhelming enough that stonewalling becomes an understandable “out,” but when it does, it frequently becomes a bad habit. And unfortunately, stonewalling isn’t easy to stop. It is a result of feeling physiologically flooded, and when we stonewall, we may not even be in a physiological state where we can discuss things rationally.
If you feel like you’re stonewalling during a conflict, stop the discussion and ask your partner to take a break:
“Alright, I’m feeling too angry to keep talking about this. Can we please take a break and come back to it in a bit? It’ll be easier to work through this after I’ve calmed down.”
Then take 20 minutes to do something alone that soothes you—read a book or magazine, take a walk, go for a run, really, just do anything that helps to stop feeling flooded—and then return to the conversation once you feel ready.
The Antidotes to the Four Horsemen
Being able to identify the Four Horsemen in your conflict discussions is a necessary first step to eliminating them, but this knowledge is not enough. To drive away destructive communication and conflict patterns, you must replace them with healthy, productive ones.
If you do find yourself and your partner falling into these toxic patterns during arguments, the good news is that you can counteract them with specific, positive behaviors. More on that can be found on Gottman's website.
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Now, the four Horseman do appear at times during most relationships. Falling into an old pattern of criticizing a partner doesn’t mean you need to lawyer up and prepare for divorce. But both partners need to commit to changing their ways if the relationship is going to be a healthy one.
Sometimes, problems in relationships go beyond a simple fix. Sometimes professional help is warranted, and couples counseling isn’t a bad idea for anyone who is feeling insecure about the changes to come. But if both partners are willing to make an effort to improve themselves (whether that’s being more sensitive to each other’s needs, picking up the slack around the house, or helping set boundaries with family members, etc. you can both set yourselves on a better path.
And sometimes, despite your best efforts, you might find yourself wondering if things will ever get fixed. You may have fundamentally incompatible views on important matters, or a partner may refuse to change a behavior that is hurtful to you. You may find yourself feeling trapped in your relationship, or stressed and afraid. If that happens, it’s important to look at the cause of those feelings, and address if they are things that even can be fixed.
Some things that warrant a more serious look at your relationship are:
Controlling behavior from a partner. This can include dictating what you are allowed to eat, wear, and spend your time doing. It can include who you can see, where you can work, and what you are allowed to spend money on.
Attempts to isolate you from your support network, even if they seem well-meaning (“I just don’t think you should spend time with your friends anymore.” “Ugh, your mom’s calling again? Why don’t you just hang up so we can watch the movie.”)
Threats of harm or self-harm if you don’t follow your partner’s demands. This often includes threatening suicide if you were to leave, or threatening to hurt you and/or your children and pets. Of course, they will convince you that it’s your fault, and that you’re driving them to it.
Blaming you for everything that goes wrong in their life, including their own mistakes. It’s always your fault somehow.
Feeling fear of your partner (even if you’re not exactly sure why).
Walking on eggshells because you don’t want to set them off.
Being afraid to express dissatisfaction, or to complain about anything they did.
Possessiveness. They always have to know where you are and what you’re up to. They may become paranoid if they don’t hear from you for a while, and accuse you of cheating.
Financial control. You may be given an allowance, or have to clear all purchases with them first.
Negging, or putting you down. This is an attempt to lower your self-esteem, so that you think you don’t have other options. They might call you fat, ugly, or say nobody else could want you. They might attack your intelligence, your mental health, your ability to care for yourself, and compare you to others.
Physical or sexual violence. If a partner ever strikes you in anger, shoves you, chokes you, or does these things to anyone else, it’s considered domestic violence. If they make you have sex or perform sex acts when you don’t want to, it’s sexual assault or rape. Even if it’s low-key and not outright bruising (such as restraining you, holding you down, or not letting you leave a room when you want to) it is still violent and controlling.
The interesting thing about these elements is that they are rarely continually present in a relationship. After all, very few women would stay with a partner who would do all these things every day. Usually, these things might happen once in a blue moon, or even once a week. Things may have been fantastic at the beginning of the relationship, with these elements only appearing after a while. These things may have occurred through a bout of your partner’s depression, alcoholism, or a time of great stress. The rest of the time, the partner may be by all appearances be loving, doting, fun, and caring.
The thing is, all the things listed above are signs of an abusive relationship. Some of these may be learned habits that a partner saw in their own home growing up, and they may be willing to change with therapy. But if your partner does any of these things and doesn’t immediately take active strides to change, you need to leave the relationship. If you stay, consider if you are really OK with being treated the way you are, forever? Are you OK knowing that your baby will grow up seeing that as an example of normal, and will think that this behavior is OK for them to be subjected to in their own future relationship. Think about it. Would you want your child to be treated the way you are? Or to grow up and treat others as your partner treats you? If not, you need to leave.
But of course, that isn’t easy to do. Your partner may have isolated you from the people you normally would have reached out to for help. You may feel worthless. You may feel like you can’t get a job, or survive financially without your partner. You may want them to still be around to co-parent your child. And they may have begged you to come back with promises of change.
In any case, leaving and pregnancy are the most dangerous time in any abusive relationship, especially leaving while pregnant. So it’s important to take special care when leaving so that you and your baby can be safe.
First, you’ll ideally want to have some money saved up. If your partner is controlling you financially or won’t let you work, there are a few ways to do that. You can take out a loan without their knowledge, or overpay credit cards so that they have a positive balance. You can later use this balance to pay for necessities while you get back on your feet.
Collect evidence. If they are abusive to you and your pets/children, if they use drugs in the house, or have threatened you, try to collect as much evidence as possible. Police reports, photos of bruises, photos of an unsafe living environment, voicemails, texts, emails, even recorded phone calls (if your state legally allows it) are all very helpful.
There are a number of organizations that have special programs to help women in need. There are women’s shelters, domestic violence shelters, and churches and synagogues will rarely turn away someone in need. Religious organizations are usually equipped with housing, food, and can even have people help you get a resume together or recommend some jobs to you, even if you are not a member of their religion.
Also consider if you have friends or family that are willing to help (even if they haven’t heard from you in years or your partner convinced you that they hate you, good friends and family would jump at the chance to help you escape an abusive relationship).
You’ll also need to ensure that you are safe from your partner. If they have been violent or have threatened you, you can go to court and request a TRO, or Temporary Restraining Order. This will be in effect until the hearing for the real restraining order. You’ll use evidence of past abuse to help you win the restraining order. Save any voicemails, texts, emails, and photos you may have of injuries or broken objects as evidence. It may be helpful to sit in on court hearings before your court date so you can get a feel for what the dialogue will be like.
Know your rights. Most courts will have free legal help, where you can consult with lawyers on what paperwork to file. Know that if you were married, you are entitled to spousal support. Even if you are unmarried, you will be entitled to child support. Don’t be afraid to take it, your baby needs it.
Use resources on reddit. /legaladvice, /abusiverelationships, /emotionalabuse, /raisedbynarcissists, /twoxchromosomes, and many other subreddits are great sources of information, with many others sharing their stories of escaping abuse.
Leaving an abusive relationship is the hardest thing you will ever do. You may alternate between feeling free, feeling terrified, missing the good times with your ex partner, or feeling depressed. But once you get through it, it’s the best thing that you can ever do for both yourself and your child. And regardless of what you believe now, you are lovable. You are worth it. And you are exactly the mom that your baby needs.
Resources:
1-800-799-SAFE https://www.thehotline.org
https://au.reachout.com/articles/signs-of-an-abusive-relationship
https://www.womenshelters.org
https://www.domesticshelters.org/data-centestate-reports-and-rankings/best-domestic-violence-programs
https://www.womenslaw.org/find-help/advocates-and-shelters
https://suicidepreventionlifeline.org Call 1-800-273-8255
Also, Check your city’s website for resources. Many cities will have special programs for people who need various kinds of help. If you are comfortable doing so, many local churches, synagogues, and temples may also have resources for relationship counseling or can provide resources to people leaving abusive relationships.
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2020.09.29 10:46 SenaNarumiFan18 Dance Like Nobody’s Watching

The loud speaker goes off as Princpal Bump was about to get ready to give morning announcements. "Good Morning Hexide. Now then, for morning announcements. First of all, it's double homework week" He announced. The majority students groaned as they were making a bunch of complaints. Some cussed under their breathes. Some slumped their heads on their desks even banging their heads against them. A few students even started booing and heckling in distaste from the unfortunate news. Amity was some of the very few who didn't complain, because, well, she is used to studying a lot and is top student. "Alright alight enough with the boos and the hisses." Principal Bump groaned as he rolled his eyes very well aware of the kind of the reaction most students would make. "Now then, the second announcement that I want to address you all Grom is coming up. It's tonight" He said. People then started cheering, feeling excited over the special night. Grom was considered one of the most important moments of every witchling's life during their school days. Luz looked at everyone in confusion. She was still new to Hexside so she wasn't aware of the events that goes on during the school year. She then turned to one of her friends, Willow and asked. "Hey, Willow? What's Grom?" She asked "Oh Grom? Grom is a special party where we get to dress up all fancy. We eat, chat, and even dance and have fun with your friends." Willow responded with a smile. "Oh I get it. Earth has something similar to that." Luz said as she thought about it. "Wow, you have a human version of Grom where you come from?" Gus asked impressed by the fact. "Why yes. Where I'm from. There is this school wide event called prom. It's basically the same as grom. You dance, hang out, chat, and eat food with friends." Luz said as she smiled slightly. "Wow, that's soooo cool." Gus complimented with excitement as his eyes sparkled with glee. "Though, there's one problem...." Luz mumbled while rubbing one of her arms with the other looking down at her desk. "What's wrong?" Willow asked Luz in concern putting a hand on her shoulder. "It's just that...well...I can't dance..." Luz admitted with an ashamed expression on her face. "Oh really?" Gus asked. "Yeah...I got two left feet." Luz said. "Humans actually have two left feet?!" Gus asked "No Gus." Willow said slightly annoyed. "It means Luz is not that good at dancing" "Yeah that's right." Luz said. "I don't wanna embarrass myself in front of the school school and...Amity..." Luz blushed when looking over seeing Amity chatting with Boscha and a bunch of the other popular kids. Amity looked over and gives a smile and waves at her. Luz blushed and waves back. "What am I gonna do guys?" I can't go to the dance where I dance like some wounded, drunk animal." She whispered. "Maybe we can get someone to try and teach you." Gus suggested. "Yeah, why don't you guys come over with me to the Owl House. Maybe Eda can pitch in as well..." Luz suggested. "Amity is probably some dancing queen. Meanwhile, I'm a pineapple."

"Don't worry Luz...we'll turn you from a pineapple to a pineapple upside-down cake" Gus promised with a determined grin.

Meanwhile, at the Owl House, Eda was looking through some magazine for adults. She hummed in amusement. "Mmmm, now that's hot....." She smirked. Luz then kicks the door open. "Eda!" "Ahhh!" Eda hid the magazine behind her back and chuckled while smiling nervously. "Oh hey kiddo and kiddo's friends...hehe...nothing to see here..." "Eda! The Grom is coming up and I need to learn how to dance by tonight!" Luz panicked. Eda sighed as she smiled "I remembered my first grom. Where I spiked the punch and managed to get in bed with-" Eda was cut off when Luz was covering her ears. "Nobody wants to hear that!" King yelled at Eda. "Woah okay, we don't need to hear that." Gus interjected as he and Willow covered their ears. "I can't hear you! La la la la la la! ABCDEGF!" Luz sang loudly and rapidly covering her ears not wanting to hear any of Eda's 'experience'. "Can you not talk about it?" "Okay okay." Eda said in defeat putting her arms up. "Anyways...why do you need dance lessons so badly?" "This is why." Luz then started to dance and man did it look horrible. It was no human, nor natural whatsoever. It looked clumsy and awkward. Her dancing could your own mother or father seem like a better dancer in Luz. It was that bad. Eda, Gus, and Willow looked flabbergasted but not the positive kind. Eda's jaw dropped while Gus cringed while turning his head away. Willow tried to smile but it was a nervous smile as she was trying to hide her cringe. King however did not hide his disgusted look on his face. There was complete silence. It was so silent that you could hear crickets chirping. Hooty then pops his head over next to Luz "Hoot. Look on the bright side Luz. The crickets seem to like it." That was a complete lie. On the edge of an open window, you can see two crickets. You can't hear them or see them that well but the two crickets were covering their eyes with their little legs. They were no pleased. "My eyes. I can't see." One of the crickets complained as he covers his eyes. "I can't unsee." The other cricket whined as he flailed his legs. They both screamed. "Goodbye cruel world!" The wailed falling out of the window. "Uhhhhhhhh....don't worry kiddo. I'm sure with a lesson from the dancing queen, you will be a dance expert. Plus, the men and ladies will be breaking down the door for you." Eda smirked while doing a few dance moves. "Oh really? Who?" Luz asked with a smile. "Me ya ding dong." Eda answered in a slightly annoyed toned. "You dance Ms. Owl Lady?" Willow asked curiously "I was the life of the party." Eda stated as she made a cool pose. "I bet I can show off a few moves." "Probably not. Ya might throw out your hip." King chuckled as he smirked. "I'll have you know pipsqueak that I'm in phenomenal shape for my age!" Eda yelled at King as she shook her fists. "Now then, I think I have a paper with a few dances I could teach you." She said as she got a few papers which were rolled up into scrolls. She then took one of them and then closes her eyes. "Behold greatness!" She thought that she got the one with the dance moves but that was far from it and was wrong on so many levels. Eda didn't realize she got the wrong one. Instead, it was a picture of some hot anime girl in a bikini making a rather seductive pose. The girl had a nice body. Hour glass figure, flat stomach. long legs, sparkly eyes, huge breasts. It was picture from a dirty magazine that Eda owns. (Oh, pretend you hear some seductive saxophone music) Luz's eyes widen as she saw the image that was displayed in front of her. She the screamed at the top of her lungs and covers her eyes. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! My eyes! I can't unsee! It burns! It burns!" Gus screamed as well as he was flailing his arms around as if he were blind. "Ahhhhhh! I'm blind! I'm blind!" he wailed. Willow was on the floor. She was curled up into a ball as she quivered and whimpered. She rocks back and forth and mumbled. "Goodbye childhood...." "Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh!" King started to do his shriek of terror letting out a tea kettle sounding scream as he covers his eyes. Eda opens her eyes and looked at the four in pure confusion as she tilted her head. "Why the heck is everyone freaking-oh my gosh wrong paper. Hehe. My bad." She looked and realized that it was the wrong paper. She blushed of embarrassment and crumples it up and tosses it somewhere. She then gets another paper. "Okay I think this is it." Eda said as she unrolls the new paper. Once again, not the dance papers. It was a picture of Principal Bump naked in the shower wearing a shower cap. He had a horrified expression on his face as he tries to cover himself with the shower curtain. It was even more traumatizing than the bikini girl. You could never unsee it. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Whyyyyyyyyyyyy?! Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?!" Luz wailed as she covered her eyes with one hand and had her arm out with the other making a stop sign with her hand. She then goes to a corner and puts her hood on. "My eyes are bleeding!" Gus wailed as he covers his eyes as he sticks out his tongue. King gagged as he ran to a bucket and started vomiting in it. "How did you even get that photo?!" Willow passed out due to disgust. She mumbled. "Gross......I can now never see Principal Bump the same way ever again" Eda panicked as she realized that this one was also the wrong paper and then gagged. She crumpled it up. "Eda! Burn them!" Luz yelled. Eda used a fire spell to burn the two photos. "Okay forget the blue prints, maybe I should just give you instructions verbally."

"Please." Luz wailed. "but uhhhhh.....can my friends and I get our eyeballs flushed? Or better yet, do have holy water here or a memory forgetting spell?"

A while later after everyone calmed down from the, traumatizing incident from earlier, they were outside ready to give Luz her dance lesson. Willow and Gus along with King were sitting down to watch Eda and Luz. "Dance it up Luz!" Gus and Willow cheered. "Yeah shake that booty!" King cheered. "Alright kiddo, let's when I'm through with ya. You and Amity will be locking lips by the end of the night." Eda said with a smirk Luz blushed and got flustered at what she said and dirty thoughts popped into her head. "Bleh! Ugh! Come on!" King yelled as he shook his fist, not being a huge fan of romance. "Oh grow up pipsqueak. You're gonna feel love one day." Eda said to King. "I will not! I'm demon overlord who doesn't need a girlfriend!" King yelled stomping his little foot. "You say that now." Eda responded in a teasing sing song voice. She then turns back to Luz. "Okay kiddo. First things first. Lesson 1. First ya need to know how to real in some chicks." Eda said and the points at some attractive looking witch woman. "Watch and learn. Ya might wanna take notes." She turns to Gus, King, and Willow. "That goes for you guys too since you all look like the type who never had their first kiss yet." Eda then walked to the woman and makes a pose. "Hello beautiful? Nice chest. How about you and I hang sometime." The woman ended slapping Eda across her face leaving a red hand mark on her cheek. That was a silent yet definite no. The lady huffed as she walked away, appalled. Luz, Willow, Gus, and King all cringed and even groaned slightly at the sight. Luz had one eye closed. Eda groaned as she walked back to the others. She then gives a big smile "So guys....what have you learned from that exercise?"

Luz, King, Gus, and Willow bluntly responded in more of a question than a statement. "Don't do what you did?"

"Lesson 2. Ballroom dancing. There will be some slow songs playing during grom and you need to know how to lead and sweep a girl off her feet." Eda said. She turns to Willow, Gus, and King. "Which one of you freeloaders wanna be Luz's partner?" Willow, Gus, and King cringed and flails their arms saying things like 'no thanks', 'I'm good', and 'not happening', and 'absolutely not' Willow was trying to smile to try and be polite. "Here why don't you practice with the Owl Staff." Eda hands the staff to Luz. "Well okay." Luz mumbled grabbing the staff. "1 2 3. 1 2 3." Eda counted. Luz was struggling with the dancing. She then tripped on some rock making her roll and have her head into an ant hill with a ton of fire ants. She pops her head out of the hole and screamed in bloody murder. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Burns! It burns!" She yelled as Willow, King, and Gus dumps buckets of water on her.

Eda cringed and facepalmed.

"Lesson 3. Footwork with fast non touching dancing." Gus said as he then shows a few simple moves. Luz tries to copy them but ends up tripping and falling on her face. "Ow....." She whined.

"What exactly are you trying to accomplish?!" King asked

"Alright. Lesson 4. Rhythm." King was drumming on a drum making a beat. Luz was doing the same thing but was having a very hard time with keeping the beat consistent. Somehow she accidentally banged her foot with the drumstick "OOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!"

Eda and King tried not to laugh as Willow and Gus cringed.

"Now for lesson four. Freestyle." Willow said. "Dancing to express yourself in your own unique way." Eda, Gus, Willow, and even King took their turns dancing having fun. When it was Luz's turn to dance, everyone went silent. Luz was dancing as if she were a flailing fish on a dock that just got fished. She was then dancing as if she were zapped by some sort of taser. She was then doing some cringy looking mating call like dance and strikes an awkward pose. "Tada!" Hooty pops his head next to Luz. "That....was pretty terrible." He said. Luz groaned. "I'm never gonna learn to be a good dancer." She groaned. "Maybe I should just skip the grom." Eda thinks of something and snaps her fingers. "I've got it. The answer was hidden under my nose this entire time." She said "What?!" Willow and Gus asked. "I can just make Luz a potion to make her a good dancer." Eda said. "Why didn't you suggest that in the first place?!" Luz asked annoyed.

"It slipped my mind." Eda said in defense.

A little bit later, Eda, King, Luz, Gus, and Willow were all back in the Owl house into then kitchen. Eda had a big pot, a book of potions, and a bunch of ingredients that is required for this dancing spell. Luz, King, Willow, and Gus were adding the ingredients as Eda was mixing them together. Eda takes a potion bottle and scoops up some of the potion from the pot and hands it over to Luz. "Alright kiddo, bottoms up." She said Luz nodded and then takes the potion and drinks it up. She felt this tingly feeling. "Did it work?" She asked. "There's only one to find out." Willow said. Luz nodded and makes an attempt to dance. The potion worked. Luz was dancing like a hip hop dance queen. "Yeeeeah!" Gus cheered. "Well I'll be danged." Eda laughed. "Yes thanks you guys." Luz said. "Guys grom starts soon we gotta go!" Gus panicked. Everyone screamed and ran around scrambling. ================================================================================ At Hexide A bunch of the students in Hexside were dancing and having fun with each other. They were all dressed up in suits and dresses. Willow wore a green dress as Gus wore a black tuxedo with a blue tie. Luz decided to wear a tuxedo and wanted to add in a tutu to make it feel more like her. Eda wore a red dress as King wore a red bow tie. Eda had volunteered to be the chaperone of the school dance. "Why do I have to attend this gushy kissy dance?" King asked "Cuz I'm chaperoning and I can't trust you at home alone with Hooty. Remember last time?" Eda responded. "Fine, but I'm not dancing with any girl. Bleh!" King said as he stuck his tongue. Luz was in the gymnasium of the school. She looked around. She spots Amity. "Alright Luz, there's Amity. Just go up to her and ask her for a dance." She mumbled "You've practiced your butt off for this and let's make this pay off." But she couldn't move an inch. She was sweating bullets. She turned to Willow and Gus "Guys I cant do this. I feel like fainting" Luz whimpered. Amity was standing idly in the middle of the school's gymnasium. She stood near Boscha and few other friends. They were all chatting together, but Amity wasn't paying much attention to them. She found herself thinking only of one thing. That human, Luz. Before Grom night, Amity desperately wanted to ask Luz to be her date, but she couldn't work up the courage. She didn't even know if Luz was coming to Grom or not. Now, she stood silently, just zoning out. That was until she made eye contact with a familiar face. "Is that... Luz?" Amity mumbled to herself. "Eda, Gus, Willow, King. Amity is over there. What do I do?" Luz whispered to them "Do I just go up and say hi or ask her to dance or. I don't know what I'm suppose to do. Last time I try to ask a girl to dance with me. She slapped my face and left leaving me humiliated and people pointing at me. It's probably gonna be like that all over again" she whispered After exchanging a brief moment of eye contact with Luz, Amity panicked and swiftly turned away, trying to conceal herself in her group of friends. Her face was a blushing mess. She wasn't expecting Luz to actually be here. Maybe the world was trying to give her a sign or something. Maybe this is her second chance to ask Luz to be her date. Eda pats Luz's back. "Kiddo, you are the queen of this dance floor. Now get out there and ask that special lady to dance with you." She laughed Luz gulped and then slowly started to walk. "Get it girl!" Eda cheered pumping her fist. Luz continued to walk but disaster approaches. A handsome looking guy goes to Amity and smirked and offers a hand "Hey Amity? May I have this dance?" He asked with a charming smile that would make anyone blush and fall for him. Most would swoon right into his arms at the thought of dancing with such a person, but Amity knew where her priorities were. Besides, she never really had much of an attraction to boys anyways. "Ehm.. sorry, but I already have someone who I want to dance with" Amity stated bluntly and relatively loudly. "Oh but who wouldn't want to dance with me?" The boy asked "Wait! Amity! Dance with me!" Luz said walking to them "I challenge you to a dance off!" People gasped "Is she serious?!" King asked Eda "Dance off! Dance off! Humans have dance offs?! That's cool." Gus said "I accept." The guy smirked as Luz and the guy glares at each other People were chanting "Dance off! Dance off!" Amity was stunned. Luz wanted to dance with her? And Luz would even have a dance off just for her. Amity snapped back to reality. Everyone was hyped. The DJ was blasting music and the crowd was chanting loudly. Gus, Willow, and Eda stood close behind Luz. "You've got this Luz!" Willow excited whispered to Luz. "Yeah kiddo! Kick that guys butt, haha!" Eda laughed. "Yeah! Take that guy to school!" King yelled "Mess him up so bad and Make him so that he can never get back up!" "Go Luz!" Gus yelled Luz nodded and then started to do some hip hop dancing that she learned. She did pretty good. She did some shuffling and some spins and posed "Hmm, not bad. For a human..." one of Boscha's friends said "Wow! A solid effort by Luz Noceda!" Principal Bump said Luz panted as she smiled as she sees Amity look impressed with her moves. "Now let's see how this handsome stallion will respond." Principal Bump said The unnamed, handsome man brushed his shoulders off and smirked. He did a few amateur dance moves, none of which seemed to be of any particular style. His dancing wasn't revolutionary, but his looks seemed to make up for his moves. He then goes into this complex looking break dance. Eda, Gus, King, and Willow gasped in shock and had a look of fear. "Oh no." Eda groaned. The guy was doing some windmills and some head spins. He then winks at Amity and then leaps in the air and posed The crowd was enthralled. Boscha shuffled up to where Amity was standing stiffly. "I saw that guy walk up to you. Did he ask you to dance? Lucky!" Boscha said to Amity. Amity was silent. Boscha noticed that the young witch seemed focused on only one thing. That human. "Well, that's it, we're done." King said bluntly with a deadpan expression "Well...we did our best." Gus said. "And isn't that what's important?" Willow asked. "What the heck type of loser talk is that?!" Eda asked Luz's body then glows an aura meaning that the potion's effects has worn off. "Oh man, the potion wore off." She groaned. "I forgot to tell you, the potion is only temporary." Eda mumbled. "Now you tell us?!" King groaned. Luz frowns and was about to walk away but then thinks of something "This ain't over yet. Time to express myself in my own unique way." She mumbled and walked to amity and the guy "Oh no. Don't tell me she's gonna...." Willow whimpered. "Yes she is. Guess the kid's got confidence." Eda laughed. "I can't look. Tell me when it's over." Gus said as he and King covers their eyes Luz then said "Hey Amity. There's something I wanted to tell you but I can't tell ya. But I can show ya. Hit it." Luz said The DJ puts on a song Luz then started to do some cringy horrible dance moves which looked horrifying, not human, and unnatural. People were watching in disgust. Luz then takes some sort of potion that she carried around and puts it on herself and screams as she started to catch on fire. She then grabs the punch bowl and dumps it on her herself "Tada!" Luz said as she panted People were dead silent "Is it safe to look yet?" Gus asked Willow and Eda "Yeah is it?" King asked them. "No idea." Eda said covering her eyes. "Can't tell ya." Willow said covering her eyes. "It's pretty obvious who the winner is...." the DJ said People were mumbling that it's the guy and it's no debate "Ha. Like amity would dance with some witch wannabe loser human reject." The guy said "Come on Amity. Let's not waste time with losers." He said Luz frowns and looked like she was about to cry. She then slowly started to turn away and was about to walk away regretting dancing horribly Amity stared at Luz, then at the guy, and then back to Luz. Luz's performance was undoubtedly weird, and one could argue a bit insane. But... that's what Amity liked about Luz. She wasn't afraid to be herself. Amity glanced once more at the man. "Alright, lets go dance then." Amity said. The man smirked, believing that he had finally won and this whole ordeal was over. He took Amity's hand, but as soon as the music started back up, Amity began to dance violently. People looked absolutely shocked. Top student little miss perfect Amity Blight couldn't dance they thought. She seemed to be copying the exact dance moves that Luz had done previously. Amity went even as far as to grab a tray of snacks and dump it on herself. "Still wanna dance?" Amity jokingly questioned. The man stared at her, purely dumbfounded. "Jeez... even you're crazy.." he said and quickly walked away. Amity looked away from where the man originally stood and turned to spot Luz staring at her. Amity grinned. "Oh Luz!" Amity calls as she danced horribly. It was super hard to watch. "A-amity?" Luz was shocked when she found out Amity couldn't dance for crud either. "Come on Luz. Come dance with me." Amity said as she was dancing horridly. She then wiped the tears from her eyes. Luz and Amity were in the middle of the dance floor dancing. Since they were both dancing and were doing it horribly, it was double the torture. It looked so unnatural and awkward. The room was full of mixed reactions. Eda stood cheering extremely loud next to King, Gus, and Willow. "Atta girl, Luz!" Eda yelled. Willow glanced at Gus and then back to Luz and Amity. "Uh.. yaaaay... good job Luz.." Willow halfheartedly said, as she tried to hold back her cringing. "This is not for children with eyes." Someone said covering their younger sibling eyes "Uhhhh good for you Luz...." Gus said smiling nervously feeling embarrassment "I think I'm gonna be sick." King groaned and barfs in a trashcan "My eyes are bleeding!" Jerbo said covering his eyes "I'm scared for life!" Viney whined. "Whyyy?! Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?!" One of Boscha's friends said One of Boscha's friends looked at Boscha to see her reaction "I can never unsee this." Someone said "My eyes!" Someone said as they covered them and ran around Edric laughed and said "Well this is something I'll never get out of brain" he said playfully Luz continued to dance terribly not caring what everyone was saying. She was just glad to dance with amity. Even if they did suck butt at it Boscha had 3 main feelings about this whole situation. Anger at Amity for associating herself with a human. Happiness that Amity finally found someone for her. And immense regret that she was born with 3 eyes and had to watch this whole situation in the first place. Her outer reaction was that she was laughing and got her scroll and records this. "Haha! What freaks. This is so going on Penstagram. Those dorks were made for each other. Emira stood next to Edric and laughed. "Yep! But at least we'll have some blackmail for when Amity tries to snitch on us." Amity was having the time of her life just simply dancing with Luz. "Let's get out of here!" One of Boscha's friends "Those two freaks were made for each other. I don't wanna watch this freak show any longer!" "I can't keep watching. Tell me when it's over." King said covering his eyes Gus was covering his eyes The music stops "Alright! That's enough of that! Pack it up! Dance is over! Everyone go home!" Principal Bump said Luz eventually stops dancing as she pants and sweated A bit She looked at Amity "Hey Amity...why?" She asked as a way of asking why she would actually be willing to dance with her and was surprised that Amity couldn't dance either. Amity stared at Luz, and timidly smiled. "W-well, your always so outgoing and true to yourself that.. I guess I wanted to see how that felt," Amity blushed and averted her gaze, "and I guess I have been wanting to ask you to dance with me for a while now." Most of the people left within like under 30 seconds. They literally sprinted out not wanting to see anything more of traumatizing stuff "Let's get out of here Boscha!" One of Boscha's friends "Those two freaks were made for each other. I don't wanna watch this freak show any longer!" Boscha's friends started leaving and waits for Boscha "Is it over? Is the trama over? Is it safe to look?" King and Gus asked "All clear." Edric said as King and Gus uncovered their eyes "I kinda wanted to ask ya as well. And I thought that you probably want someone like popular and good looking and a good dancer." Luz said as she blushed and looked away Boscha was conflicted on how she felt. On one hand, she was happy her friend seemed so joyful. On the other hand, with a human?! Boscha stared at Amity and Luz for a couple more moments before she turned to follow the rest of her friend group out. "I'll deal with this another time..". Willow glanced at Luz and Amity talking to each other. "Well, what now..?" Eda started grabbing all the leftover trays of snacks, and shoved them all into one large bag. "We leave the love birds to chat it out." Eda stated simply, as she slung the bag of foodstuffs over her shoulder. Amity gently grabbed Luz's wrists and laughed softly. "That stuff doesn't mean anything to me" Amity smiled. "Alright then, but first let's set the mood" Gus then turned on some slow dance music Luz blushed when hearing Amity say that and then blushed even more when hearing the slow dance music. "Hey uh, how about a slow dance? I mean after all, I could dance with you for hours and hours" Amity's eyes widened and her heart pounded. She had so much she wanted to say but the only coherent sentence she could stutter out was, "O-of course". Amity forced herself to calm down, but she was undoubtedly excited. Gently, she put her hands on Luz's shoulders. "No offense amity but you were the last person I expected to dance....well like me." Luz said as a she chuckled and smiled while slow dancing with her and having her hands on her waist. Amity softly laughed. "I suppose I'm full of surprises" Amity stated staring intently into Luz's eyes. "But at least we could be weirdos together am I right?" Luz asked as she smiled and danced with her leading her all over the room. She even attempted a few twirls and flashy moves Amity giggled, "Definitely." Amity followed along with Luz's leading during their dance. "It was fun being a 'weirdo' with you, Luz" Amity said and flashed Luz a quick smile. Luz blushed and smiled "Right back at ya." She then twirls and dips her. She sets her back up and smiled. She then turned away shyly with her cheek facing Amity Amity was caught in her thoughts for a moment. She stared at Luz. Amity was never one to act without thinking things over properly. However, this moment was an exception. Amity, perhaps a little dazed from all the spinning, leaned steadily over to Luz. Cupping Luz's face with her hand, Amity gently gave Luz a quick kiss on the cheek. Luz got shocked. She placed a hand on the cheek she was kissed and blushed red. Luz.EXE has stopped working. Luz then passed out fainting from being completely lovestrucked "And It's a knockout." Gus mumbled as he, King, and Edric were secretly spying on them Amity somehow managed to catch Luz. She stared at her passed out body, and then the overwhelming realization that she had actually kissed her crush overcame her. She didn't regret it one bit, but she had been spinning all night, and the thousands of emotions she started to feel all at once did not help Amity at all. She simply smiled and held onto Luz tightly. Luz slowly opens her eyes and smiled. "Best...grom....ever..." The End
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2020.09.29 02:14 BearLair64 Wendigo Nation: Clementine's Folly (Page 1 of 2)

In a cavern, in a canyon,
Excavating for a mine,
Dwelt a miner, forty-niner,
And his daughter Clementine.
1905 CE
Luke huffed and puffed his way down to where his team had hidden their raft at the trail head. He had to get away from the whispers… the wails and cries in the night… from the blood, and the constant fear of death stalking the forest. No matter how rich the strike, it wasn’t worth his life. At first, he and his partners had been able to write off the noises as wind in the trees and rocks, then wild animals, then… lost souls?
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Francois was on night watch the night after Big Ed saw the apparition. When Ed claimed, “I seen some sorta pale, skinny, spiky… thing in the trees that was way too tall for any man or beast.”
Frank had been the only one with the temerity to laugh off the tale. “Big Ed, prolly dreaming, eh? T’inkin’ about tall skinny women, all pale in de moonlight. Maybe you saw some kind of loup’garou, non?”.
Big Ed had bristled and no one with sense would prod too hard at the large, rough-cut character, though it was questionable how much sense Francois possessed, “Look Frank, all of you: I don’t lie and I don’t dream. Ain’t got that kinda ‘magination no-how. I seen what I seen, but I don’t rightly know for sure what it was. Coulda been a spook or a ‘roogaroo’, no idee. So, do what you want, I’m keeping my rifle and my blades to hand.” He glared first at Frank and then at the others to determine whether anyone else wanted to have fun at his expense. They apparently did not. Francois simply shrugged and walked toward the entrance to their cave to assume his post.
They’d taken to staying inside the front part of the cavern rather than outside in tents; it was better shelter. They needed some time to ensure that it was a rich vein and not just a few striations. They had also decided to gather a fair share for themselves. Might as well take home a small fortune in case they were cheated or ran afoul of robbers or met with some other misfortune that had taken the lives of so many others who’d sought wealth in the vast empty spaces of the Klondike. All things considered it was probably a good idea to take guard duty in turns. There were six of them, so it worked out well, half a night’s loss of sleep, every third night, was a small price to pay to sleep well the rest of the time.
Francois shook his head at the memory of the account by the decent but poorly educated man from far south of the border, Louisiana, he’d claimed, and his angry diatribe about, “spooks and roogaroos out in the woods”. His shift was more than half over, so he’d be able to sleep soon, when his relief, Charlie assumed the role. He started and his heart pounded savagely when he heard a screeching wail out in the trees but far too close for comfort. It could have been an owl… but the tones were deep and harsh and contained elements of longing and… hunger… the hint of bloodlust… they spoke of something fouler and more dreadful than anything in the natural world. A low hum started and rose in volume; a chant, disturbing and mesmerizing all at once. Then a woman’s voice, “Cooommm-ah, Com-ah wi’ me…
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“I tell you, Frank never even tried to wake me. I drank some extra coffee so I’d be sure to be awake for my watch, but I still slept an extra couple of hours. When I awakened, Frank was… gone.” Charlie, the other geologist besides Luke, shook his head and wore an expression of curiosity mingled with fear. “I reckon he just stepped out. Maybe something got him, maybe a bear or some wolves.”
Luke, the leader for the expedition nodded. “Well, no point in stumbling around in the dark. Soon as it gets near dawn, wake the rest of the crew. We’ll eat and at first light make a search.”
As the first rays of the sun illuminated the area around the entrance to the cavern, Luke gathered the remaining members of the party. “George, you are our best tracker, you want to take a look before we go traipsing around and messing up the signs?”
George, a compact, taciturn man, nodded and proceeded to study what signs were available in the hard surfaces in front of the cave mouth and the soft loam beneath the trees. Once out among the trees, he began to look in earnest to either side of the trail they had worn for themselves. Presently, he returned and reported, “Not much, ground is too hard, and the forest floor is soft but mostly dry needles. A few scuffs on either side of the trail. Definitely more than just one person walked out that way. There may be a trail that leads off toward the overlook we found above the cavern. Just a few prints in the needles; they ran deep, like someone or something carrying a heavy load.”
Luke, George, and Big Ed set out to look for their missing companion. Charlie and Bob remained behind to watch the camp and to be ready in case Francois returned on his own. The trio of trackers ranged for a few miles before George called a halt. “Look, we’ve been on rocks for a while. Even full-blooded Injuns can’t track over this stuff. Unless we find a sign, something someone dropped…” He stopped and followed Ed’s normally vacant gaze, now squinted in concentration on a small boulder. On it, folded neatly, were a bright red scarf and matching stocking cap.
“Them was Frank’s.” Big Ed mumbled unnecessarily. They continued their search but found no other clues. By late afternoon, Luke called a halt to the effort and they returned to base camp empty handed. That evening over supper, they decided to double the watch.
Big Ed and George were tired but excited by the daylong search, so they took first watch. They didn’t talk much. It was against George’s nature and Big Ed just didn’t have much to say. They both sat quietly, looking into the small fire they’d lit in case Frank was out in the dark and lost. “Hellll-pah!... Come… hellll-pah!” Frank’s voice emanated from the stygian gloom now enhanced by the loss of their night vision from staring into the flames. Big Ed rose precipitously, the way he did most things. He grasped his twin knives in his hands and stared around blankly. George stayed down low and gripped his rifle.
“You think that was Frank?” Ed rumbled. “Sounded funny, like maybe he was hurt.”
George nodded, though Ed was not looking at him to see. “I don’t kno…”
The voice interrupted him, “Commmme… Need Hell-pp!”
True to his nature, Big Ed charged precipitously toward the sound. George called out to stop him, but the large man was already dodging his way among the trees and into the deep murk of the forest. George followed for a few paces and then realized that he would never find even so large a man as Ed under the circumstances, so he settled for waking Luke and the others.
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Ed ran and dodged and did his best to listen. Eventually he called out, “Frank! That you? Where you at Frank?”. He was rewarded with only the sound of his ragged breathing in the cold night air. His vision had returned a little and the half-moon light penetrated into a small space between the fir branches, not quite large enough to be called a clearing. Through a gap in the trees, he saw movement. It was stiff jointed, all angles and rail-thin limbs. He made out a wide spread of antlers, an elongated and twisted countenance full of hatred for life and lust for dead flesh. That head rose… and rose more, to an impossible height. The gaunt and pallid apparition turned its gaze upon him and Big Ed Toups, who’d been hiding here in the wild for killing a man with his knives; toughest of a rough crew, fainted dead away from fear. The last sound he heard was startled laughter coming from either side of his recumbent body.
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“Hhmmmmn…” George growled. “Definitely Big Ed’s tracks and it looks like he hit the ground. A little dirt to outline where his head rested… and there! The dirt mostly covers it, but that’s blood.”
They searched further but if there were more signs, they’d been deliberately obliterated. Luke gathered the remaining crew near the bloodstained patch of ground. “We have to go. No idea who or what is hunting us, but they’ve managed to take out our two biggest and meanest. What do you say boys?”
The agreement was unanimous and enthusiastic. Charlie spoke up, I say we get back to camp and gather what we can. Besides, Bob is on his own, if we’re being hunted…” They hurried back as best they could... …There was no sign of Bob, though he’d packed up his gear and had it ready to go. Apparently, he’d come to the same conclusion about leaving as they had, all on his own. Then he’d just as apparently left… only not on his own… a smear of bright blood that ended in a crimson handprint on the wall near the entrance of the cavern spoke to his fate.
They loaded minimal gear and maximum gold. They unashamedly took the shares of the three missing prospectors and divided them up as evenly as possible. The missing men would be unlikely to need the treasure and it had already been extracted, so…
…It got dark before they completed the trek to the river. They found a nice campsite with a rocky outcrop that would protect them from behind. Luke suggested that they take watch in twos with him on a long shift that would overlap the other two watches during the deep part of the night. The tired campers were soon snoozing, whether on watch or not. “Hurrrrtt… Need helllp.” Bob’s voice awakened the trio. The sound came from below, toward the river. The men looked at one another in fright.
“Was that really Bob?” George asked. “Sounded strange, maybe… hungry?”
Charlie shuddered and then sat shivering and frozen in place. Luke gave the order. “Everybody stay put. I don’t think that’s Bob. I think it’s whatever has been luring us into the woods.” He eased back the hammer on his old Winchester ‘73, “Yellowboy” rifle that had belonged to his father. “I think that we’re all on watch until dawn. “Charlie. Charlie, you alright?”
Charlie started when Luke repeated his name. He looked at him as though he was a stranger, then looked at George in a similar manner. He gazed all around, into the encroaching darkness. He bowed his head and shook it, then mumbled, “I don’t think I’ll ever be right again.”
Hellll-ppah! Come hell-pp!” The voice rose in volume and pitch. A rhythmic chanting, initially almost inaudible, ensued. Eventually wails penetrated the air to punctuate the rising tide of the quasi-tune. Moans and whispers spoke of hunger and need… of empty bellies and soulless plight. Charlie bolted upright and scrambled to his feet. Before Luke or George could stop him, he ran out into the dark, screaming, “Stop it! Stop it! Stop…” His last cry was cut short by a wet, crunching sound and a whining whimper, with the hint of a bubbling whistle as he expelled oxygen from an open wound in his airway.
The sounds ceased abruptly. They were replaced by odd murmurs beyond the feeble light of their watch fire. Then a roar burst from above them, over the top of the rocky outcrop. The two surviving prospectors rose and bolted together down the mountainside towards the river. Luke looked back as they left the circle of light and thought he saw a large silhouette of a bullet-shaped head that rested directly on a pair of impossibly broad shoulders as it rose above the outcrop. He fled away into the forest and did his best to keep up with George, who was more experienced at moving in deep woodlands.
They ran past several figures in the night, one of which was of gargantuan height but thin in a way that bespoke the grave. Its pale outline nearly glowed. Then the men heard a gut-wrenching sound: Crack! Followed by a rumble that issued from above and behind… avalanche! Luke jinked hard to the left while George continued to run all out straight ahead and away from his companion and the falling rocks. The sounds of tumbling boulders and all too human screams of fear and pain stormed quickly after him.
Luke found a tree that had fortuitously fallen upslope during some long-ago storm and dove into the hollow of the root ball. The rumble of the tumbling boulders and other detritus swept up in the rockslide evolved into a roar and he choked on dust and felt the sting of gravel as most of it pounded downslope on either side of his shelter. One large stone careened off the old tree trunk and sailed over his head and body, to land just a few feet downslope. Once it all settled, the entire mess resolved into a field of boulders and rocks sprawled among the verdure of the lower slopes.
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He didn’t look for George; even a swift man could not outrun Nature in the form of rolling stones. Some other entity, large and fierce; possibly, prayerfully, benevolent, had started the slide and interrupted the evil spirits that had set up downslope with their murderous plots. Luke decided right then that he’d be back. He still held the nuggets in his pack. Perhaps enough to start or buy into a mining company. He’d have to get back to Whitehorse to file his claim. A trek he would have to make on his own once he’d crossed the wide water of the Yukon River.
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1908 CE
Light she was, and like a Fairy
And her shoes were number nine,
Herring Boxes, without topses,
Sandals were, for Clementine…
…“Flynn the Fiddler” sawed on his eponymous instrument and warbled out the darkly humorous tune he thought so fit for the setting. After all, the mine company was called, “Clementine’s Folly”. The mine itself was set in a hollow with a drop-off from the mountain, rather than in a canyon. The hollow was like a large dent in the mountain, like a titanic fist had struck the slope and then poked a finger into the surface at the deepest point. Apropos for the song none the less, and there was a nice cavern instead of a mere shaft. Not much by way of an audience or prosperity in his current location: he was surrounded by miners rather than prospectors, but he was far away from the long arm of the RCMP, which was all to the good in his estimation. Likely, many of his companions were here in this remote camp for similar reasons. In any case, he was on his way to Alaska, might as well change countries, he’d be no loss to Canada.
The Klondike Gold Rush was coming to a close as a new century dawned, but there was a nice vein nearby, discovered a few years earlier, not by the romanticized single old coot with a lone donkey, but by a small company of prospectors, a least a couple of whom had some grasp of geology. Flynn wondered why they’d looked here though, very remote and while not too far from the river, it was still a random selection in the wide wild map of the Great Northwest. Yet it was not his worry; people in this type of settlement did not care for people asking too many questions and a poking nose could be severed. My voice is already nasally enough, he smiled to himself. Not that these folks were choosey.
A dozen or so customers sat scattered around the little saloon building. “Whispering Pines Tavern” a sign pretentiously proclaimed from the plank that rested on two empty barrels and made up the surface of the bar. The establishment’s owner, Claude, had informed him that the plank had been the city sign on what was now a ghost town from a boomtown that had gone bust when their local mine had stopped producing. It had been incorporated into a sledge and then re-purposed for a bar top on which he had added the word, “tavern”. The plank had traveled from wherever it had been felled, to the mill, to a town, then to a jury rig sled maker, then up this little mountain… quite a journey for an old knotty pine. He felt that it served its purpose nicely and was sure that its final service would be to feed the fire in the central hearth of the little saloon. Flynn told the story to himself in more poetic terms than Claude had rendered it; to make it memorable.
He saw the door to the back room swing open and a grinning miner emerged, followed quickly and quietly by a young woman, girl really, of the First Nations, possibly a Kutchin or a Hän. She shuffled over to Claude at the bar and spoke with him, Flynn knew that it was to determine whom she would service next and to ensure that Claude had the money before she escorted the next john into the back room. Four women had to service around fifty miners. Claude liked to say that “The fifth hole, that made it ten to one, was the mine itself”. Luke Preston the owner-manager of the mine operation kept promising to bring in more women, but the mine kept everyone busy enough. The locals probably wouldn’t like the way their women were used but other than these four, Flynn hadn’t seen any Native people in the vicinity. Strange
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The first big storm of the season struck before Flynn managed to clear out and head back to civilization, so he now sat in the warmest building, the “Gathering Hall / Office / Church / Quarters for Luke”. It was not much larger than the saloon but contained only one room and log benches, though one corner was covered by a hanging curtain. Luke stood at the front of the room, “Alright folks, we are getting to a point where we will need more equipment. The main vein looks like it may go on for quite a piece. Plenty for us all to be wealthy. However, we have to survive the coming winter. We’ve laid in a good supply of food and dry goods and ammunition with which to hunt. Plenty of blankets and furs and boots. Look out for one another and…” he paused, and his gaze went distant for a moment, “Don’t go chasing out into the forest if you hear queer sounds or… voices.”
There was a general questioning rabble of comments and questions, and he held up his hands for silence. “The wind makes some crazy, odd sounds. It can fool you, like a mirage in a desert. The night birds are strange too. I haven’t told this tale often. The team I led to look into this cavern was… well, we had some misadventures and they were killed, including my business partner Charlie LePenne. We were down on our luck prospectors, too late to the dance for the Klondike Rush, but we ran across an old Kutchin down in Whitehorse. He told us about a haunted mountain that was full of gold. For a bottle of whiskey, he went from giving us dire warnings to giving us directions on how to find the place. Once I got the mining company started, I bought his daughters, so he was able to achieve his lifelong goal and drink himself to death. You might have noticed that the sweet ducklings who work at the tavern, rarely stray beyond the outhouses; they are terrified of the trees. Just, please, stay around camp as much as you can. There are definitely bears, wolves, and mountain lions. That’s enough to keep anyone in camp and they make some pretty odd noises as well. The supply team will head upriver for the additional gear as soon as the storm abates. They should be able to make it back before the next snow arrives. We’ll be in our little camp and our cavern for a long winter that will end with us all bathing in wealth come spring. For those last few of you to arrive, the settlement and the corporation is called, ‘Clementine’s Folly’. It was going to be called ‘Clementine’s Reward’, but after Charlie and the others… it seemed like we’d invited ill luck on our endeavors, so a less happy sounding name was in order…”
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Drove she ducklings, to the water,
Every morning, just at nine,
Struck her foot against a splinter,
Fell into the foaming brine.
Winnie scrubbed her sister Dotty’s back. Their sisters had already bathed. They used the same tub and the water had cooled to a little below tepid. It took a great deal of effort to bring in water, heat it, and transport it to the tub. Yet Claude insisted that they wash themselves, at least the important parts, each day, so that they would be fresh and disease free for the miners and of course for himself. The young women shared the work as they shared the burden of their primary trade. Claude gave them a fair amount of food and ensured that they had what care he could provide, with the promise of severance pay when the mine ran out of gold. There were worse patrons; their father had been one such. Before he’d fallen so far into the depths of alcoholism, he’d taught them about their people and customs and legends. They knew that the place in which they found themselves was cursed; haunted by an ancient and evil set of Spirits… the Wendigo, who’d started life as human cannibals.
They rarely ventured outdoors and never alone. Besides the supernatural fears, they were each concerned that they would be accosted by the miners. Inside the tavern, the men behaved themselves or faced Claude’s considerable wrath, soon to be followed with firing by Mr. Preston. Yet outdoors, with no witnesses… there was no one to take their parts. It was a boring existence and being cooped up all the time, led to thoughts of wandering… of leaving this lonely and awful place full of ragged, dirty strangers who wanted only to use them. After her own bath, Winnie took a moment to slip outside and just around the corner, to watch the first flakes of snow drift to the ground in the freshening breeze. The cold air gave her a slight shiver and led her to nostalgic thoughts of her childhood, when her mother still lived, and her father lived outside the bottle. She heard whistling out among the trees, not the distinct call of birds but rather a breathy, mournful sound… it soon turned to a light, almost inaudible chant, and then evolved into something coherent, “Come-ah… child-dah”.
Winnie started when she realized that she’d heard actual words, inserted into the pauses in the chanting. “Coooomme…” the voice, a woman’s, rattled in her senses. Her shivers turned to shudders of horror. This had to be a Spirit, and if it was, it had to be Evil since it was in this place. She started to turn, to rush back inside to the comfort of her sisters and the warmth of the central hearth fire. Yet there was a longing in the sounds that wafted among the ever-thickening snowfall. A miserable loneliness that echoed her own. “Sweeeett-tah…. Chil-dah… come-ah…” the voice entreated. At last, she did. She took a few hesitant steps forward. Down the short lane between the last few tent cabins in this part of the encampment. She would be fine here, among others, even though they were unseen and mostly unheard as they sheltered in their little dwellings.
The wind increased. She knew that soon, Dotty or one of her other sisters, Nana or Na’kah, would come out and call her back inside; back to the miseries and the dirty men… The voice had begun to sound like a much nicer option, a comforting presence that sounded so much like… mother… yes, that was mother calling! It had to be, no one else would care enough to come for her. “Yyesss… sweeettt childah… come-ah…” the voice penetrated the new whistles of wind that now accompanied the eerie, whispering trills that had first caught her attention. She was now past the last of the structures made by the outsiders. She was under the welcoming trees. She was inside the forest of fear that felt like… home.
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Ruby Lips above the water,
Blowing bubbles, soft and fine,
But alas I was no swimmer,
So, I lost my Clementine.
“We gotta find her, she’s outside in the snow. I looked in the outhouse, she ain’t there. I saw some tracks heading out to the woods. The snow is getting bad, she’ll get lost.” Dotty entreated her sisters.
Nana shook her head in annoyance, “Winnie is always getting stupid notions, but even she ain’t stupid enough to walk off into the trees when a storm is starting. She’s probably with one of the miners, maybe they offered her a nugget, or she took a shine to one; or they took a shine to her.”
Na’kah giggled, “S’true, a few of them are decent enough and not just bucking ponies in the sack. Some even warsh themselves.”
Dotty assumed a worried expression, “We gotta tell Claude. He’ll help. He don’t want nothing to happen to us, especially Winnie, she’s his favorite.”
Nana’s expression soured further, “Now listen fool girl, we don’t want Claude to get upset. He’s promised us that when the mine plays out, he’ll give us a cut and we can go on our way free and clear. Winnie is flighty but she ain’t stupid. We’ll just have to work harder until the snow stops. She can make it up to us by taking on some of the rougher men tomorrow.”
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Winnie had followed the voice until the camp disappeared from view behind her and then she saw It. The towering presence, all spikes and antlers, the elongated features loomed towards her and the mouth gaped open. A hideous wail issued from the depths of that orifice as bony hands seized her from either side and a filthy palm settled over her mouth. They lifted her as she thrashed and struggled to free herself, or at least break free long enough to scream for help. Yet the bony hands were many and strong…
…She lost track of time and sank into a miserable stupor. She felt warmth and her head cleared enough to take in her surroundings. Faces surrounded her, both male and female. A few wore disturbing grins, full of filed fangs that bespoke foul appetites. They stank and many of the eyes rolled in madness. Eventually a male, taller than the rest approached and yelled at them. His language was clearly related to her own as well as English and French, though he spoke in a nearly unintelligible manner. He loomed above her and pounded his chest, “Nok-Cha!”. That was her introduction to her new mate, the leader of this faction of the Tribe with a name none of her people would willingly speak: “Wendigo”.
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“Where’s your sister at, where’s Winnie?” Claude menaced Dotty, upset with the silence from her sisters and her.
“I… I don’t know. I… we… looked for her when the snow started but we couldn’t find her.” Dotty stammered and her sisters looked around in panic, huddled on the edge of the cot nearest the main room.
“If you’d told me, I could have taken some men and gone out to find her. Now the storm is dumping snow. Who knows for how long?” He shook his head, “We got men lined up ready to go and only the three of you to take care of them.” He looked each of them in the eyes in turn and then shouted, “Get to it, you lazy slobs!”
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The snow was early in the season and not too deep once it had stopped falling by noon on the following day. Claude, true to his word, took two of the camp men who typically hunted to supply meat for the denizens of Clementine’s Folly, and struck out into the forest. Dotty had wanted to go, she pointed out the last known direction of travel for Winnie. Yet Claude had told her to stay put before he tramped out to look for her favorite sister, the only one who cared about her in this world…
…Claude, a determined look on his face, called his companions to notice, “See here, tracks. They lead towards… well, deeper into the trees. Gets pretty dark in there.” The hunters agreed and they decided to take out their firearms in preparation for action should the need arise. They continued their trek, which led, along a circuitous route, toward the same area as the cavern entrance of the mine through the ever-darkening shade of the forest. None of them commented that the snow had fallen after the girl had left the camp and would have covered her tracks.
Presently, Boudreaux, a large man who favored a bright Voyageur’s cap, grunted, “Something out there, eh.” He stared ahead and used a flick of his chin to indicate the direction of the, “something”.
His partner, Tibbedeaux shortly added, “Antlers? What kind of…” He cut off when he saw what lay beneath the antlers, the long, distorted face that rose well above the ground, and the bony, spiky body that worked in ways that were… wrong! “Merde!”
Claude registered the apparition as well. He was much less familiar with the wild places than the hunters, so it took longer to comprehend it as a threat. To their right, a long, loud, mournful wail, full of pain and bloodlust erupted and attracted their attention. It was followed by a breathy plea, “Helll-pah! Cooomme, Hell-pah!”
“That was Winnie!” Claude exclaimed and took several steps towards the calling voice.
Boudreaux and Tibbedeaux called out as one, “Stop!” and Boudreaux added, “It’s not her.”
Claude continued to look toward the point from which the voice had initiated. “I don’t see…” He was interrupted by the female voice once more, “Hell-pah! Need Hellpp now!” He charged forth into the heavy foliage, and called, “Winnie! I’m coming girl!”
Boudreaux chanced a look at where he and his partner had observed the strange being. It was no longer present. He nudged his partner, “Come on, let’s catch the fool.”
… Claude rushed forward and continued to call. He caught a glimpse of a pale figure to one side of his path and paused, “Winnie! That you?” He felt the hard impact on the back of his skull and then secondary impact from when he landed on the snow-covered ground. Afterwards, he felt nothing more.
Tibbedeaux called to his friend, “Boud, not so fast, we need to stop and listen.” Boudreaux complied… they stopped and strained to hear whatever they could. They had strayed near a rocky outcrop. “I think we are near the cavern.” Tibbedeaux added unnecessarily. “At least if we followed the rock wall…”
He froze and from behind them came the call of their former companion, Claude, “Helll-pah! Come Hellpp… Hurrr-tah!” the voice trailed off as if it had run out of breath. That voice, so full of distress and hunger… of need.
Tibbedeaux began to walk toward the voice, “Claude! Come to us, eh. You hear me?”
A moaning wail echoed from the rock face and then a disquieting silence set in around the men. After a moment, a low… chanting began, just on the edge of hearing… rhythmic, filled with enticing female voices… Boudreaux cleared his throat and looked in the direction of the cavern, “I think we should go to the mine. Luke will be there, we can get more men, uhn?” He turned his head back to see his friend disappear into the trees along the trail they’d followed. “Tibbi! Where you going?” he called fruitlessly. The man kept walking, as though in a trance. He looked down and shook his head in frustration, “Come back…”
His call was interrupted by a choking noise from up ahead. A squeaking exhale as if Tibbedeaux’s throat was constricted. A sharp, bloodied point erupted from the back of the man’s neck, accompanied by a small spray of blood. Boudreaux stepped forward; he raised his rifle as he did so. Yet he stopped abruptly. There was nothing he could do for his friend, he reasoned, so he turned to race toward the mine, only to feel an intense pain as a sharp object entered his guts and began to twist and wrench. He grunted and vomited blood onto the rocks near his feet. A pale spiky being stood before him. It lowered the butt of the spear it had plunged into him so that his blood trickled back along the shaft, then bent forward and licked the hot crimson liquid from the wood. The face smiled up at him, the teeth filed into a maw full of fangs, now tinged with his lifeblood. He felt the rifle slide from his weakened grip and sensed the ground rushing toward him. It took him a long time to die but he was never able to scream.
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Then the miner, forty-niner,
Soon began to peak and pine,
Thought he ought’ta join his daughter,
Now he’s with his Clementine.
Winnie looked up hopefully when the hunters returned. It was cold and she was hungry, as were all those who awaited the meat bringers. Yet she recoiled in disgust when she saw what they carried into the camp that was set just inside a cave and concealed by hides and brush. The rest of the tribe enthusiastically greeted the food and those who bore it. She recognized the corpses of the two mining camp hunters as a large part of the coming feast, and her heart lurched; it sank when she saw Boudreaux’s features, twisted in agony and set for all time. Then she saw Claude, his skull shattered and his face frozen in surprise. She turned away and heaved as her gorge rose.
Instead of sympathy, she noted curled lips of contempt and resentment. Who was this girl to vomit at the sight of our favorite food? Their expressions read. As she recovered and looked up in fear, the fist of her new mate slammed into her cheek and knocked her to the ground. Once she recovered, a pair of the older women gathered her and forced her to help with removing the clothing and gear from the cadavers and then butchering and cooking the men. By the time the meal was served, enough of her mind had shattered to allow her to eat.
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Dotty waited anxiously for Claude and the hunters to return but the end of the next miners’ shift came, and they still had not appeared, and of course Winnie was long gone. Nana shook her by the shoulder, “Get up and get ready girl, the men will be in soon. You and Na’kah will have to take care of them. Claude is still gone, so I’ll work the bar.”
Dotty looked around, barely conscious of the men who crowded into the saloon. There were a few rumbles when they noted Claude was absent and a few more when Nana informed them that he was out with a pair of the hunters to look for Winnie. The gossip and discussion that followed ensured that Dotty and Na’kah had a slow night. At least until Roberts, one of the other hunters, pushed Nana up against the wall behind the bar and shook her. “Where are Boudreaux and Tibbedeaux? You say they left with Claude to look for your sister. Tell me all that you know.” Billings, the last of the quartet that supplied fresh game to the camp, watched to ensure that no one in the group of off duty miners wanted to interfere with Roberts and his prey.
Flynn knew better than to intervene or even pause his current ballad, so the tableau unfolded to the tune of The Leaving of Liverpool. Like Clementine, it contained sad but sometimes humorous lyrics and was set to a lilting tune that was perfect for his fiddle. Flynn knew that loss and fear of harm went hand in hand with the need for an uplifted heart, as what came through a smile. A part of his mind was intrigued, he’d heard other rumors of folks going missing… assumed to have abandoned the camp and the arduous work of mining.
Nana stood defiant, “I don’t know where they’re at, just that they went to look for Winnie. It ain’t been that long, maybe they got stuck out in the snow.” Roberts leaned in closer to terrorize the girl. He stared into her eyes and his hot breath, rank with rotten food between the teeth spilled into her face. His eyes were red-rimmed with too much drink from the previous night. He was one of what she and her sisters called the, “rough riders”, a harsh man at the best of times. Her resolve wilted and she adjusted her tone, “I… we, want to know too, Winnie’s our sis.”
Roberts stared a moment longer and then turned and with a motion to Billings, the two men exited the little establishment. Dotty looked at her sisters in turn, then followed in the wake of the hunters. She stayed far enough behind them that she would draw no notice as they trudged towards the structure that served as Luke Preston’s headquarters and home. They entered unceremoniously and she caught up to them. She remained outside the door and was rewarded by voices from within. Apparently, Luke was in the main room and stirring, “What do you want Roberts? Billings?”
“We want a few men to help us look for Boudreaux and Tibbedeaux. They went out with Claude to find one of his whores that absconded into the falling snow.” Roberts, an educated man, fallen from grace through his own foul nature, demanded.
“What do you mean? Tell me what happened.” Luke intoned.
Roberts sighed in frustration, “Yesterday, Claude came by and asked if a couple of us would mind helping him to find one of his girls who’d gone missing. Now, none of them have returned and it’s past time we go looking for them. We want to leave at first light.”
Dotty couldn’t see it, but Luke blanched, “So they left camp after dark?”
Roberts shook his head, “No, about noon, when the snow stopped. So, they’ve been gone since yesterday at noon, and now the whole day is wasted. The stupid whores didn’t bother to say anything until a short time past.”
Luke nodded, “Very well. Take four with you, but I must caution you,” he stood to his considerable height and glowered at Roberts as the unpleasant man had done over Nana, “You must stay together. No matter what you see, no matter what you hear, it is imperative that you remain in a group.”
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2020.09.29 00:39 tiredhusband8 My (34m) closure letter to ex-wife (34f). Am I clearly expressing my feelings in an understandable and relatable way?

EDIT:
Sorry, I should clarify a little. I have actually moved on. I am in a healthy relationship myself with someone that I care about and I believe cares about me. We are taking things slow, but things have been going very well. Hoping it continues.
I didn't want to include in the original post the backstory to the actual relationship, because I thought that would make the post a "judgement post" which I thought were against the rules. I'm sorry, I've never actually used Reddit, so I figured I couldn't do that.
The whole point of the letter was, she is beginning to want to "reconcile" again, and I in no way want to. I've tried to express to her why I don't (the letter), but we aren't able to have face-to-face communication like that anymore.
I wrote the letter as a way to finally sit down and discuss our issues with the marriage, separation, and ultimately divorce, without it erupting into an argument.
If I am not allowed to post something like that here, just let me know. Sorry about any confusion.
Original Post:
We've been separated for 2 years, and we've never been able to sit down and talk about each others side. I do believe I understand, and if anyone cares to hear her side, I'd be more than happy to provide a little more clarity to her side, to help understand both sides.
The purposes of the initial post are just to make sure my letter to her expressing my side of the downfall and what I was going through is clear, and I've expressed myself as best as I can.
It's a long read, but I figured I'd just try to get every idea I had in my head out. Really hoping to help put her in my position, to understand where I'm coming from.
The letter is below:

You know what I’m starting to forget? The house. The house, and the memories we made in the house. Like that was a completely different life ago. I’m starting to forget the good memories of you and I there. I’m forgetting what it’s like to lay with you there in our bed. What it’s like to relax on our couch. I’m starting to forget what that feels like. I’m starting to forget the good memories we had. I remember the bad memories we had there more now. I only remember feeling bad in that house now.
I don’t like that.
I know it’s cliché, but I honestly did love you with all of my heart, and I was the happiest I had ever been in my life, with you. I remember that feeling. There is nothing I want more in my life than to have that feeling again.
I love my kids and they will and always should have come first in my life. But I wanted someone to spend the rest of my life with, along with my kids. That person was you. I wanted that feeling, that life, with you.
I’ve spent the last 2+ years of my life thinking of anything I could possibly do to try and save my marriage and get that life back with you.
I was just so unhappy. I was so stressed out. I was confused, I was angry, I was sad, I was so many different emotions. It broke my heart.
Like really broke it. I don’t think you understand just how much you hurt me.
You should know me. I feel really hard. If I really care about something, I go 110% in. It took me a bit to realize that about myself, but it’s something you should’ve known.
I was 110% in on you; and you broke my heart. I’ve been through some not great situations with friends and family in my life, and I’ve had really good friends and family hurt me. I never ever thought my absolute best friend would ever do that to me.
That fucking hurt.
I know you lived the last 5 years right there with me, and I don’t need to recap all of this for you. But I think it’s important for you to hear the whole side of my story. What I felt, and what I was going through. I honestly understand your side. I really truly do. But I don’t think you honestly understand my side.
If you did, I believe the person I fell in love with 13 years ago would act a little differently towards me and the idea of us. So please, as you read this, open your heart to what I’m saying. I’m not trying to argue with you, or tell you you suck, or anything even remotely like that at all. I’m just trying to get you to understand my side. Put yourself in my shoes. As me, not you. You need to understand I am not you, and you’re not me, but we can understand each other by putting ourselves in the others shoes.
This is long, so buckle up, but I promise I won’t write or text, or tell you any of this ever again. This is everything I need to say.
To summarize the first part, because this will kind of tie in to the last 5 years; I’m sure you know this to some extent, but before you, I was very insecure with myself. I just didn’t have a high opinion of myself physically. I thought I had a good personality, and I was funny; but I thought I was unattractive and just very awkward looking. You came along and really made me feel like I was attractive. You gave me so much confidence to be me. I am a better person because of the way you made me feel about myself.
Fast forward a few years, to where I know my issues really ramped up.
I’ve realized the last 5 years of my life has been filled with stress and unhappiness. It didn’t start with you and the separation. It started before I lost my job. I was confident at the bank, and they put me in a position where I thought I could succeed. Despite them saying they would, they gave me no training, no tools, no anything, and expected me to excel. I was stressed and unhappy. It ultimately got to be a similar feeling to the situation with Dawn.
Then I lost my job.
You can say whatever you want, but there is a pressure in this culture put on the husband to be the man, and support and provide for his family. He needs to be the breadwinner. I wasn’t that. I wasn’t always comfortable with that but it was never something that was super important to me. You made good money, and I thought I had a career path at the bank that could lead to good money. That was taken away from me, and I was essentially told by them, “It’s not you it’s me.”
I felt pathetic. I felt like a failure. I didn’t have a backup plan. I was embarrassed. I was scared to come home and tell you I lost my job. I felt like less of a man. I’m not making excuses for how I acted, or how I fell apart, but I do think it’s important to understand my side. Have understanding and empathy.
I honestly do not believe I’ve ever been depressed in my life until that moment. I did not know it at the time. I didn’t understand the feelings I had, but I was just depressed. I felt all of those terrible feelings about myself and it completely killed any motivation for anything I had.
I know you tried to help. You really did at first. I know you did, and I appreciate you for doing that. I honestly do.
But while you tried to get me back on my feet professionally, I don’t think you handled the emotional/mental side of it.
I know that I handled all of that wrong. I mean, just about every single part of my time being unemployed was spent poorly. I did not handle it well at all. That is 100% my fault. I should have handled it better.
But I know what I needed at the time was somebody to just help me up mentally and emotionally. Help me recover the confidence I had when I got that promotion.
I didn’t get that. But honestly, even that, I could get over, I’d get there on my own, I just needed time. When I finally got the job with Gate 1, I was starting to get there. Yeah, shit was rough, and money was really tight, but we had a plan on how to recover. I was starting to get that confidence at work again. I was feeling good again. Still rough, but I was recovering.
Then I travel to a different country, and I honestly felt great. It was a great feeling, and it kind of helped me gain back that happiness. Get me thinking forward again. Getting my motivation back. I wanted you there. I wanted you there with me to experience this happiness together. I missed my family, and it was helping me understand just how much you guys meant to me.
Then I get a call from you, and you tell me you want to get separated. While I’m fucking 3000 miles across the world.
I don’t even know how to describe what I felt. I just felt empty. Confused and empty. I missed my family more than anything in the world, and couldn’t wait to get back to them and rededicate myself to them. And the best friend I’ve ever had tells me that they don’t miss me. They’re happier without me.
I didn’t know what to do, I just felt sad. Crushed. You can think it’s an exaggeration or whatever the hell you want to think, but that’s really how I felt. I just lost my job again. But this was so much worse. I lost my life. I lost the first thing in my life that gave me real happiness. You were my rock, you were the one person in my life that I knew had my back, and now you didn’t.
I didn’t know what to do.
I know I didn’t handle coming back from Europe well either. I didn’t. I should’ve still been trying to work harder, but again, understand where I’m coming from. My life just got pulled right out from under me again. I didn’t have my pillar helping me stand.
Then time goes on, it’s kind of weird, I feel things are so much, more different now. We’re in this weird kind of trying to progress things forward in a positive way, I’m slowly gaining a little more comfort, and maybe we can be ok. But I’m noticing different things about you that are just so different.
You stopped kissing me. I noticed it so much earlier than I when I first said something to you about it, but, it was the first thing I noticed. I felt the feelings from you change. I felt you not wanting me anymore. Again, I didn’t know what to do. What’s happening? Why is this happening? I didn’t know what I could do to change it, and when I’d talk to you about it, I would get, “I just need to work through things.”
More time goes on, and eventually you tell me you find “other people” attractive.
Again, confused. I’m thinking, ok, I don’t know what she means by that. Is it just that she is thinking about other guys? Ok, so it might not be me necessarily, it’s something I’m not providing her. I need to start being better overall, I really need to pick my game up.
I’m noticing more differences. You are on you’re phone allllll of the time. You have your head buried in your phone all of the time whenever we spend time together. Is she talking to another guy?
Then you finally tell me you had the crush on Eric, and you’ve been talking to him. Crushed again. I’m actually scared now. Holy shit. There’s another guy. It that fucking guy, The guy I’ve always felt weird about with you. Obviously, I knew exactly what his intentions with you were, but I had still always felt this weird thing from your side too, and this is why I felt it. There was something there on your side. And you always kept it around.
I had a lot of questions. I think I rightfully had a lot of questions. Honestly, I really think I handled that well. I really did. I didn’t flip out, I wasn’t angry with you. I was scared though. I knew this was real, and I was scared of losing you. I asked the kinds of things you’d talk about. You’d say, just normal everyday stuff, nothing sexual, nothing about us, just how was your day kind of stuff. I believed you. I trusted you. I really thought that that was it. I thought that’s what you would talk about. I believed that you didn’t and wouldn’t cross that line.
But that same day I asked you what you thought would fix this feeling on your side, and you said by having sex with him.



That’s when I knew something was really really off. I said, “you understand that won’t fix anything and that can’t happen, right?”, and it’s important to remember I wasn’t “demanding or ordering you to stop”, I was calm, collected and talking to you as your friend and husband who cared about you. You said yeah. Of course you did, because that has never, and would never fix anything.
It was the way that you said having sex with him would make this feeling of yours go away that bothered me though. The way you said it, I knew you really believed that would fix your issue. That was what worried me. Despite you telling me, yeah, you knew it wouldn’t fix anything, and you couldn’t do it, you really believed that would solve the problem.
I still trusted you though. I trusted you because you were my wife, and I really didn’t think you’d ever do that to me. You said you needed time, and I was willing to give you time. And the next few weeks were some of the best couple of weeks we had in a number of years. We were kind of firing on all cylinders as a couple and parents.
The problem was, I still had so many questions. Very understandably reasonable questions, because I felt like I wasn’t getting the full story from you. I felt like I was missing something. So I’d ask, and you’d get annoyed and not want to talk about it, or what you would tell me wouldn’t make any sense.
For the first time in all of the years that I’ve known you, I didn’t trust you. I thought you were lying to me.
So I looked in your phone. Trust me, I am not proud of any of that. I understand that it was wrong, and I should not have invaded your privacy like that. But I am happy that I did it. Because everything that I had been feeling about the situation had been confirmed. If I hadn’t done it, I don’t’ know if I would’ve ever gotten the truth from you. I think you would’ve just continued to do your thing with him, and I’d just be the asshole at home getting taken advantage of, because I trusted my wife.
I think the first thing I ever saw was the “I’m horny and thinking about you” snapchat you sent him. I felt physically sick to my stomach. That night, I honestly didn’t sleep at all. Not a single second of sleep. I couldn’t believe it.
My wife was cheating on me.
So I asked about it. I wanted to know if you would be honest with me. I assumed this wasn’t the first text or message like that, so that means when we had that heartfelt conversation when you first told me, you were lying then too. You lied straight to my face then, and I believed you. You took me for a sucker. For an idiot. I felt like you thought I was too stupid to figure anything out. I’d never find out, and you can continue to do whatever you want with him. The problem was that was only going to keep progressing. That wasn’t going to stop.
You were sorry, I believed you. You said you wanted to meet him, to get that closure. End things with him. I believed you. I was all for it. I said, do whatever you need to do to work through this.
Really think about that for a minute. How many fucking people would do that???? Every single person I’ve ever said that to has looked at me like I had 7 heads. You told me your own fucking co-worker told you the same thing. No one does that.
But I understood you, and I loved you and I wanted you. So I wanted to let you do what you needed to do to end it.
I was trusting you again.
It didn’t stop though. I continued to see more differences. You brought up the idea of selling the house to move into something where we had more options (aka, you were trying to limit/reduce any ties that you had to me, to make separating easier).
You stopped posting pictures you’d take with me, and eventually stopped taking pictures with me. You’d say it was because you didn’t like the way you looked, but that didn’t stop you from posting pictures of you and the kids, or selfies of yourself. You didn’t post them, because you didn’t want people that you were talking to see that you were spending any kind of positive time with your husband.
You started keeping your phone upside down, so when it goes off I wouldn’t see any notifications or messages. Then you were turning off notifications, and hiding him. You were continuing to do your thing with him, the only thing you did with me was try to make sure you covered your tracks better. I couldn’t believe it. Again, lying straight to my face.
Who is she? Why is she doing this? Doesn’t she understand what she’s doing? What she’s risking? Our family is not going to survive this. We are not going to survive this. Does she want this? “Do you want this?” You’d tell me yes.
Ok, so she does still want this. Why would she lie about that? I have to think she still does, but she also wants this other thing. Well, she can’t have both, she knows that right?
But you just kept going.
Then that fucking night in August happened. August 3rd 2018. I will never forget that night. We had a nice night with your family at the Wharf. You drove your mom home, and we were gonna have a nice night outside before we started a nice week together as a family. YOU were excited for it. You wanted to get away. You said it’ll be nice to just reconnect as a family, and be together. I agreed.
You were taking longer then I figured it should take. I wasn’t concerned. I honestly wasn’t thinking anything wrong or anything like that. I was genuinely just concerned because I was hoping you were ok. You just said you were dropping your mom off and coming home, and it was over an hour. I hadn’t heard from you or anything. So I called you. I don’t remember if it was multiple times or not, but if it was, I am 100% sure, it was because I was concerned that something had happened to you. It wasn’t like you to not answer and be this late. I was worried that something had happened to you.
When I talked to you, you made me feel like I was crazy. Like I was suffocating you for no reason. No, I had a normal reaction as a husband who’s wife was dropping off her mom 15 minutes away and coming straight home, and then not hearing anything from her for an hour and a half. I was worried about you.
And you made it seem like I was this unreasonable crazy suffocating ass hole. That is insane.
All of it is still weird, I still feel like something is off, and when you went downstairs to change over some laundry, I looked in your phone again. You come back up and smile, look at me and get sexy, “oh, I kinda thought you were gonna come downstairs on fuck me on the washer machine.” Meanwhile I just got done reading texts from Eric about how he misses your smell and taste.
I asked what the fuck it meant, and you lied to me. I looked at you and asked if you saw him after you dropped your mom off, and you finally admitted the truth to me. Yes. You did. And you hooked up with him.
My wife cheated on me.
I couldn’t believe it. Everything I thought would happen if all of this continued is happening. Worse, she’s trying to make me the crazy one. I’m wrong for being worried about her when I don’t here from her for that long of a time, meanwhile you’re out hooking up with a guy that you keep telling me there isn’t that interest, and you’re not doing that.
I couldn’t fucking believe it. Right before our family vacation. The one you wanted and were looking forward to. But you just had to hook up with him before that. You just had to.
I was crushed. A-fucking-gain.
Yet, I still keep reasoning why this is salvageable. I love her. I love my family. I want my family together. I will do anything to keep that. I just need her to stop doing this. We are not going to survive this.
But you didn’t stop.
You said you were not gonna talk to Eric while on vacation, but you couldn’t even do that. Talked to him throughout. Again, the blowup, the fight, you telling me it’ll stop; and we continue. Now it’s my birthday, and sure enough, you’re still fucking talking to him.
I can’t anymore. I can’t keep doing this. What the hell is happening. She keeps telling me that she does want to work on us, but then keeps talking to the guy that she is inevitably going to have sex with.
This can’t keep happening. I ask you about it, and on my fucking birthday, where just that morning you smiled and gave me birthday shit, and acted as if everything was fine, you told me you wanted a separation.
That was it. It was over. I knew it was. I knew what moving out meant. I knew that you wanted and were going to do things that would forever change us and the idea of us.
But again, what was I supposed to do? You wanted to leave, I wanted to you to stay. I wanted to work through things. But you wanted out. I didn’t want to sell the house. You did. Yeah, I said I did, because I couldn’t and wouldn’t keep you there. I’m not a controlling person like that. For the first time in a number of months, you were honest with me, and told me you wanted a separation. Ok, I don’t want that, but she does, and I can’t stop her.
So we sold the house.
I was so depressed. I lost everything in my life, and I had no idea how to try and get it back, all I know is that I wanted it back; and I couldn’t get it back. That made me even more sad.
Honestly, the last 2 years has just been a whirlwind. I forget a lot of it. I was just empty. I was just going through the motions and hoping the pain and hurt would just go away.
Again, I know I didn’t handle everything well. I don’t think I handled it as badly as losing my job, but I still could’ve handled it better. I was still just depressed.
We kinda “tried” a few times here and there to try to start building some kind of friendship. I understood that we were separated, and that you were acting as a single person, and your single life is your life and none of my business. I really did understand that. From the start I understood that. All I asked is that you respected me enough to not ask me to work on anything if you were still doing your thing with whoever you were doing it with. It was totally fine if you wanted to continue talking to or seeing whoever you wanted, but I didn’t want to be a part of your life if that was going on. It would hurt me too much, and I didn’t want that kind of hurt and feeling in my life. You would say you understood, and we’d be good for a few weeks, and then you’d talk to another guy, date another guy, hook up with another guy.
I’d get upset, because again I felt like the betrayal was happening all over again. You would repeatedly tell me I don’t need to be able to trust you, even if we were just working on a friendship. But the very basis of any relationship, romantic, friends, platonic, work, family, every relationship anyone has with another human being is built off of trust, and you are telling me I don’t need to be able to trust you, and so therefore there was nothing that you needed to do on your side.
You cried to me before you went to off to Punta Cana and said you really wanted to be better and come back and try to work on things. You called me in Punta Cana because you missed me, and you wanted me to tell you a story to help you fall asleep. You wanted me to send you a playlist of songs we loved to remind you of me.
Meanwhile, in Punta Cana you fucked some guy from Canada, and hooked up with the girl you went on the trip with.
Again, lies and just hurt.
More time goes on, we’re not talking again, but I stupidly still think things can work out. Then, summer hits and we’re actually doing pretty good. We’re spending good time together, and things are going pretty well. You took a picture with you and I, out, and shared it with people. For the first time in over a year, you weren’t trying the hide the fact that we still have a relationship. I felt like maybe things might actually be different.
Around our anniversary, things just inexplicably changed. I don’t even know why. You just started doing the same kind of behavior you’d been exhibiting for over the last year. You were doing your single thing again. Again, that’s fine, but don’t involve me in your life then, but you did. Only to pull it away from me yet again.
What made all of this so much worse was the way you would treat me. You’d say mean and hurtful things to me, that even if they were true or you did think those things, you didn’t need to say them the way you did. You said things that I would never in a million years even contemplate saying to you. You said things TO hurt me. That’s just not something the person I loved would do. You were so different now.
While doing that, I had the added feeling of you using me, because you missed that “family” feel, and wanted that back. I don’t think you intentionally used me. I don’t believe you wanted to do that. But you constantly keeping me around is exactly what you would do with the Eric’s and people from your past. Keep em around just in case.
You can say that’s not what you’re doing, and again, I do believe you are not intentionally doing that. But as you’re friend, and someone that cares about you, that’s exactly what you do. You should know that and be aware of that, because it isn’t helpful. It can only cause pain.
Despite all of that, like an absolute fucking idiot, I thought we could work things out. I just wanted you.
I’ve dated other people, I liked other people, I’ve done the single guy thing, and yet all I wanted was you and my life with you and the kids; and I’d do anything I could to get that back.
But each and every time I got knocked back down and hurt by things starting to look up, only to fall apart again, I would lose just a little bit of hope. Gradual and slow, but it was happening. I couldn’t keep doing this. As much as I wanted it, I knew that I couldn’t keep doing this to myself.
After that summer, and the fall of yet another attempt at repairing something, I really took time off to focus on myself and the kids. I stopped “dating” (really just hooking up with people), and decided I would only work on things with you. You’d do whatever you were up to, but my focus was on my kids, and myself. The only relationship I was willing to entertain was you.
I started getting happy again. We weren’t talking or hanging out, but I was finally doing what I should have been doing the whole time, and was focusing on myself and the kids, because they are the most important thing.
February rolls around, I decided I was ready to start dating again. I was ready to go back out and move on. Went on a few dates with someone, really liked them, didn’t work out, and that’s ok, but I was ready to keep going. I was moving on.
Then March happened. Covid hit. I lost my job again. I’m knocked back down.
I’m down. Really down. I moved, and while that was and is 100% a great situation for me, I was still depressed. Everything. I’ve lost everything, and now there is really not much I can do. Not only am I down, but I’m helpless.
I was really depressed. I was watching friends and family around me fall apart along with me, the world was going nuts. I drank a lot and smoked a ton of weed. I didn’t want to think about or feel anything.
When I was at my lowest feeling, where I just felt like absolute shit, I started finding happiness again in my kids. Something I should have been doing for years. I had a great house, with a great opportunity for me to give them at least a part of the life I wanted for them. Yeah, it wasn’t the way I thought it would be, and it still wasn’t perfect, but it was a start.
Slowly and surely I started being happy again. Living for my kids. Picking myself back up. Then it all clicked. I knew what I’d done wrong, what I needed to fix and focus on within myself to be a better partner, and more importantly a better father for my family.
I started focusing on that more. I wanted to make sure you understood it, and that I really really understood, and wanted to move on. We started talking a bit more, hanging out a bit more, and things were starting to be better. Then I asked you to come in when one night after dropping off the kids. Maybe hang out a bit, watch a movie, get some dinner. You said no.
That in and of itself is fine. You didn’t have to come in. You didn’t have to stay. But this wasn’t the first time. Our good times were always on your terms. They were for whenever you wanted, and whenever you felt like it. You didn’t want to come here, I needed to go there. Everything was on your terms.
Ok, that’s fine if you feel that way, but I don’t think that’s fair. That’s the same thing that’s been happening for the last 2 years. You haven’t changed.
Then a few days go by, and no communication from you. You were back to doing your thing. Being the person you’ve been for the last 2 years.
Over the last 2 years, that probably would’ve sent me back in to a down-turn, and getting depressed again. But this time was different. I was happy with or without you. I really was. I had my kids, and that’s all I needed. I still want that feeling, I still want that partner, I still want that family. I still wanted all of that with you, and I was really ready to move forward.
And essentially you said no, you didn’t want that. You didn’t say it, but your actions did. So I started moving on. Really moving on. Not worrying about you. Talking to people again. Seeing people again, knowing that I could and would find that feeling with someone else.
I love you. I will always love you. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. I failed you, and I regret that. I really do. I wish I could go back and work harder, and be smarter, and change the way I handled things, but I can’t.
But I also can’t continue to hold on to something that may never come back again. It was killing me. It was changing the person that I was. I wasn’t moving forward in a positive way, I was just stuck going no where and uncertain of what was going to happen. I felt as though I had no control over my own life.
So I took control and let you go. Really let you go. As in I’m done, I’ve moved on.
But that doesn’t end with us being friends. Maybe that happens somewhere down the line, but I don’t really think it will.
You hurt me. I mean really hurt me. I forgive you for hurting me. I do. I understand why you felt what you started feeling. I truly get it. So I am not holding any of that against you. But I don’t know if I can forgive you quitting the way you did. That’s a hard thing for me to forgive. It may take me a while to pick myself back up, but I never quit, and you did.
So what I can’t do is continue to talk to you. Continue to be around you, hang out with you. It’s too much hurt, and I will never stop loving you the way that I did. I don’t know how. I spend 15 good minutes with you, and I still see and feel what made us so great together. So I keep getting sucked into that intoxicating feeling.
There is a healthy place for that love though. Locked away as a memory. A feeling that I had once, and I will look to have with someone else in the future. I have a template to go off of now. Once I realize my mistakes, I mean really realize them, I try my absolute best not to make the same mistake twice. The last 5 years of my life, I’ve made a ton of mistakes.
I never want to make any of those mistakes again. I know I’m imperfect, and I’m going to mess up here and there, but I know what I want to feel again. The pain and depression of the last 5 years. I now will do everything in my power to never experience that again.
I can’t move on with you in my life. We share kids, and what we have setup over the last couple of months has really worked out well.
I hope that you are happy. Not in a mean condescending way. I just really hope you’re happy. I’ve always just wanted you to be happy. It’s just that I always wanted to be the person making you happy.
That’s something I forgot about a long time ago. I’m sorry that I did, because maybe if I remembered that, I would’ve been better, and things would’ve been different.
But I didn’t remember, I wasn’t better, and things are the way they are.
One thing I will never forget is the feeling that I had towards you. I will always be searching for that again, because that was real.
I will always love you.
Your Husband

TL;DR - Issues in marriage lead to separation, I've moved on, want to make sure my feelings are clear and understandable.
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2020.09.28 18:56 incandesce Trip Report: Northville-Lake Placid Trail September 2020 (or, Going Around All the Mountains)

Remember this time last year how u/Union__Jack and I hiked the NY AT section and I spent half the trip cursing the trail and shouting, “Why can’t we go around the mountains?!”
WELL.
We are back and better than ever. As any loving ultralight partner should, he took my words deeply to heart and selected a trail for this year’s torture long walk that, literally, goes around all the mountains. Bless him. This time, we hiked the Northville-Placid Trail (NPT) in upstate NY, and it was about as perfect as a hike can get. The NPT is a little-known trail that winds through the Adirondack High Peaks and has a devoted following of retirees who live in the area, some of whom hike the trail annually, and all of whom are in a very, very active Facebook group with daily updates on trail conditions.
I’ve noticed there aren’t a ton of women on this sub, so if you’re out there reading this, please enjoy the differences between my trip report and u/Union__Jack's.
Location: Northville-Placid Trail (nobo), upstate NY largely in the Adirondacks region
Distance: 140 miles over 6.5 days
Lighterpack: https://lighterpack.com/qmaeox
Conditions: Basically perfect hiking weather, apart from a couple of chilly nights. Highs generally in the 60s, temperature dropped to the 30s one night. One day of heavy rain which was mainly annoying because it was so loud in our rain gear. By midday I was generally hiking in a tank top and leggings, and was plenty warm in dance pants and a thin puffy when we were sitting around camp. Used my 20F quilt comfortably because my body likes to become extremely cold when I sleep.
Day 1: 12.6 miles
We got to the Lake Placid trailhead at the old rail station to drop off the car and met up with a local resident who was going to shuttle us down to the start at Northville. Several locals offer to shuttle hikers to each trailhead for a fee, so that you can hike back to your car, and we got lucky with a good price. She took the scenic route to the trailhead, which took us on a rolling green tour of upstate New York and the painfully numerous TRUMP 2020 signs and cardboard cutouts. Determined to do the whole trail, which unfortunately started with a 3 mile road walk, we got a large lunch of fried chicken parts at the Kozy Korner Kafe in town and then headed out around 1:30p. The road walk sucked but once we got into the woods, the trail was beautiful, remote, and gently rolling. We had heard that this trail is notoriously wet, but all the creek beds (and even larger creeks) were almost entirely dry. We saw a small group of day hikers but otherwise didn’t run into anyone all day until we made camp at Woods Lake, which had one of the most stunning sunsets I’ve ever seen. I was pleasantly surprised by how easy the hiking was. Dinner was homemade beef jerky (thanks dad!) and cookies. There were a couple of car campers at this campsite, since it was only 0.3 mi from the road, which meant we fell asleep to the dulcet tones of drunken screeching.
Day 2: 18.2 miles
Woke up just before sunset and got going, which had the added benefit of making us feel superior to all of last night’s revelers, who were fast asleep as we crunched past them. We stopped at the lake edge to take in the absolutely stunning low-lying mist over the water and enjoy a cup of coffee. Unfortunately, cloudy skies in the morning progressed to a steady drizzle and then a heavy pour by early afternoon as we hiked along on the otherwise delightfully easy terrain. We got out our rain gear and resigned ourselves to a soggy day. The trail is so little used that many sections are nearly being swallowed by adjacent plant life, so we got soaked brushing past the wet leaves. Thankfully we made it to the next shelter in the early evening and ended up sharing the lean-to with another couple (socially distanced, of course!) who had cut their day’s goal short due to the rain. We applied Trail Toes liberally to attempt to waterproof our feet for an upcoming flooded section of trail, and dinner was my favorite: Skurka beans! Beans were the highlight of the evening, because we soon learned that the other couple snored.
Day 3: 22.2 miles
Fortunately for us, we wake up early and don’t hate it. We got another early start, which was lucky, because today was a resupply day! We had 10-11 miles to go and had to make it to the post office in Piseco by noon, since the upstate NY postal workers take a 90 minute break for lunch every day. I had been plagued by a sore knee the previous day (I tore my ACL skiing a few years ago, got it fixed without issue, but wet weather always makes it act up) but the skies cleared and we were booking it into town. We had a long road walk into town that seemed endless, especially since we were racing against the clock, but we broke into a run after we sighted the post office. We made it with 5 minutes to spare! Then we spent an hour sunning ourselves on the nearby picnic table, repacking, eating, and drying our soggy gear from the day before. Afterwards, we got back on the road heading towards the trail, paused briefly for some impromptu axe throwing that had been set up for NPT hikers (fun/terrifying) and got back into the woods. From then, it was an easy walk to Spruce Lake, our campsite for the night. We met some friendly hammockers, admired another perfect lake sunset, and set up right next to the water. Dinner, again, was the Perfectly Engineered Food Product known as Skurka beans. SKURKA BEANS 2020.
Day 4: 16.6 miles
Our shortest day meant we got to sleep in a little, so we breakfasted around 730am and left around 830. Camping next to the water meant a beautiful misty view but downright freezing conditions, as well as a damp tent. After breakfast and coffee, the weather warmed up quickly, and by mid-morning we had come across a perfect, remote mountain lake. This lake was begging to be put on the gram, so we had to oblige. (No cell service at all over the last 4 days, though). The rest of the day passed fairly uneventfully, with thankfully dry conditions. The last few miles were a wide, well marked gentle downhill, so we cruised into camp on the shores of yet another small lake by early evening. Dinner this time was my other favorite: salmon and potatoes. I also got to eat an entire Share Size bag of peanut M&Ms without a trace of guilt, reinforcing my previous statement that long hikes are the perfect vacation: get tan, get fit, and eat lots of garbage without gaining weight. We went to bed after another application of Trail Toes (no blisters!) since the first thing we’d encounter tomorrow was a flooded section.
Day 5: 21.1 miles
Beavers be dammed! After a breakfast of rehydrated leftover potatoes (YUM) we steeled ourselves for the flooded section of trail we had been warned about by several other hikers. We came upon it quickly—a long stretch of ankle/knee-deep water (in my case. I am very short) thanks to recent beaver damming in the area, and then I woke up every animal and hiker with my initial reaction to putting my feet in the cold muddy water. We had taken out our insoles beforehand in an attempt to speed up drying, but it was still downright unpleasant. We squished along on soggy shoes for most of the morning before they slowly dried, but whew, those socks were ripe by the end of the day. This day had the most challenging hiking, and most similar to the AT- lots of rocks and roots to clamber over, as well as several climbs up the side of a ridge. We finally had cell service by the afternoon (hi mom and dad! Not dead!) and were offered burgers by a few hikers who were stopping early in a campground a few miles from our shelter for the night. Only Skurka beans could have convinced me to keep walking. We camped at Tirrell Pond for the night, but it was the only night we were alone at a campsite, and I was awake half the night afraid we were going to be murdered every time I heard an acorn drop or a leaf rustle. I am not great at night hiking.
Day 6: 20.3 miles
Town day!! We got up early so we could make into Long Lake for our resupply before these postal workers took their lunch break at 11:45am. It was 11 long miles including a 2.2 mile spur trail into town, and we got slightly lost looking for the spur trail, which made me a little grouchy. We also had to climb up and over a steep section to get into Long Lake, and since I had eaten a small breakfast in anticipation of gorging myself in town, I was hangry and grouchy, not to mention tired from the past 5 days. u/Union__Jack ended up volunteering to run down a large, painful gravel hill to the post office… which, now that I’m writing this, might have been to get away from the roaring, sweaty rage-monster previously known as his girlfriend. Hmm.
We made it into town, chose one of two diner options (since the other had a large TRUMP 2020 sign prominently displayed), and ate inside for the first time in 6 months (!!!). Honestly, the food wasn’t awesome, and we ate way too much of it, as well as ice creams from Stewart’s afterwards, which left us uncomfortably full and unwilling to hike the remaining 8 miles of the day. After some deliberating, we hitched back to the trailhead and waddled the rest of the way to camp on the shores of Long Lake. During another perfect sunset, we dipped our feet in the frigid lake and ate some takeout sandwiches from the diner on a small sandy beach. This was the first night we saw stars (we’d been in bed when the sky was still light all the days before) and I had honestly forgotten how magical they are. As residents of NYC for the last 7-9 years, u/Union__Jack and I see more plane lights than stars. We set the alarm for just after 4am in preparation for our first 30 the next day.
Day 7: 30 miles
30!!! It was a big goal. The possibility of a 30 had been floated by u/Union__Jack before, with the alternative being 20 miles today and a 10 mile hike out tomorrow, but I wanted to 1) crush a 30 and 2) get to Lake Placid in time to see our friends that we were planning to crash with that weekend. So we got up at 4am and got started. I had forgotten to check the batteries in my head lamp, and of course they died the instant we got on trail (rookie mistake) so we only had one working head lamp. And it was pitch black outside. And while trying to lead us back to the side trail from the lean-tos that would take us back to the NPT, we stumbled onto an abandoned house that looked straight out of a horror movie. I am scared of the dark at baseline, so imagine my terror when I thought we were heading towards a lean-to and instead a boarded up house loomed out of the forest, covered with DANGER: NO TRESPASSING signs. As the Japanese say, “Please scream inside your heart.”
Long story short, u/Union__Jack took over leading and we found the trail. And we walked. We passed some of the most gorgeous sections of trail so far—lots of suspension bridges over rapids, misty meadows, and the sun sparkling on perfectly clear rivers. We made it to our planned lunch stop by 3pm, 10 miles from the finish, and had an early dinner of ramen bombs (!) which we both devoured. With the promise of an all-downhill last push towards the finish, we headed out with music playing from our phones (cue an impromptu performance of Mr Roboto by u/Union__Jack using various saplings as props). Night fell faster than I was expecting and I became quite scared, as I always do when forced to night hike, but we made it to the trailhead by 7:45pm! All that was left was a 1.7 mile road walk to our car, and then it was into Lake Placid, shower, bar, and bed, in that order. That first sip of beer has never, ever, tasted so good.
Gear notes:
Pack: Drop 40LI've been searching for a pack that fits my 15" torso for a long time. I used to have a Deuter ACT Lite, then got a GG Kumo that I like very much, but ultimately decided I needed a framed pack for comfort. For this trip, I used a Drop 40L in a S/M, and I'm in love. It's perfect for my petite frame, has enormous and useful pockets, is very reasonably priced, and is also a great color! I wear it with everything cinched nearly to the hilt, but it was super comfortable with no chafing or bruising even after long days.
Kula cloth and Culo CleanThis trip was also my first experience using a Kula cloth AND a Culo Clean. I am a new woman. I got the Kula cloth in the limited-edition boob mountain print.... long story short, I'm obsessed. Highly recommend this as a gateway gift for any reluctant female backpackers, because they're just too cute not to use.
Overall assessment:
This was a great trip. The trail itself is straightforward, albeit overgrown and muddy in several places, and I think it’s a good introductory thru-hike and also a great place to test gear. Most other hikers we saw were retired and taking anywhere from 10 to 21 days to hike the whole thing, so our relatively breakneck pace was met with raised eyebrows and an overwhelming sense of, Wow, we are those people. While I was beaten into a pulp by the NY AT last year, the NPT was very restorative and reassuring that we could in fact hike a 30 mile day (hell, even enjoy it) and then chug beers in town with our friends without immediately passing out. With all of the crazy trail traffic upstate, particularly in the Adirondacks, it was marvelous to have a long, gorgeous trail more or less to ourselves, along with the other handful of crazy people who knew about this local secret. Mountain lakes just hit different when you’re the only person around.
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2020.09.28 18:32 ObsidianBlackbird666 Movie Recommendations that Edgar Wright, Tarantino, del Toro, and the Safdie Brothers have in Common.

Thought this would be interesting. Surprised they have so little in common.
Movie Mentions Recomended By
Dawn of the Dead - 1978 4 Safdies Wright del Toro Tarantino
Sorcerer - 1977 4 Safdies Wright del Toro Tarantino
Taxi Driver - 1976 4 Safdies Wright del Toro Tarantino
The Thing - 1982 4 Safdies Wright del Toro Tarantino
2001: A Space Odyssey - 1968 3 Safdies Wright del Toro
A Clockwork Orange - 1971 3 Safdies Wright Tarantino
Assault on Precinct 13 - 1976 3 Wright del Toro Tarantino
Audition - 1999 3 Wright del Toro Tarantino
Blade Runner - 1982 3 Safdies Wright del Toro
Blow Out - 1981 3 Wright del Toro Tarantino
Breathless - 1983 3 Wright del Toro Tarantino
City Lights - 1931 3 Safdies Wright del Toro
Ed Wood - 1994 3 Wright del Toro Tarantino
GoodFellas - 1990 3 Safdies Wright del Toro
Halloween - 1978 3 Wright del Toro Tarantino
Heat - 1995 3 Wright del Toro Tarantino
Inside Llewyn Davis - 2013 3 Safdies Wright del Toro
Jackie Brown - 1997 3 Safdies Wright del Toro
La Haine - 1995 3 Safdies Wright del Toro
Memories of Murder - 2003 3 Wright del Toro Tarantino
Miami Blues - 1990 3 Safdies Wright del Toro
Rififi - 1955 3 Wright del Toro Tarantino
Rolling Thunder - 1977 3 Wright del Toro Tarantino
Scarface - 1983 3 Safdies Wright Tarantino
Something Wild - 1986 3 Safdies Wright del Toro
Suspiria - 1977 3 Safdies Wright del Toro
The 400 Blows - 1959 3 Safdies Wright del Toro
The Driver - 1978 3 Safdies Wright Tarantino
The Lobster - 2015 3 Safdies Wright del Toro
The Matrix - 1999 3 Safdies Wright Tarantino
The Night of the Hunter - 1955 3 Safdies Wright del Toro
The Pope of Greenwich Village - 1984 3 Safdies del Toro Tarantino
The Shining - 1980 3 Safdies Wright del Toro
The Texas Chain Saw Massacre - 1974 3 Safdies Wright Tarantino
To Live and Die in L.A. - 1985 3 Safdies Wright del Toro
Under the Skin - 2013 3 Safdies Wright del Toro
48 Hrs. - 1982 2 Safdies Wright
8½ - 1963 2 Wright del Toro
A Fistful of Dollars - 1964 2 Wright Tarantino
A Nightmare on Elm Street - 1984 2 Safdies Wright
A Prophet - 2009 2 Wright del Toro
A Serious Man - 2009 2 Wright del Toro
A Simple Plan - 1998 2 Wright del Toro
Adaptation. - 2002 2 Safdies Wright
After Hours - 1985 2 Safdies Wright
Akira - 1988 2 Safdies Wright
Alien - 1979 2 Safdies Wright
All That Jazz - 1979 2 Wright del Toro
Anomalisa - 2015 2 Wright del Toro
Apocalypse Now - 1979 2 Wright Tarantino
Army of Shadows - 1969 2 Safdies del Toro
Bad Lieutenant - 1992 2 Safdies Wright
Badlands - 1973 2 Wright Tarantino
Bananas - 1971 2 Safdies Wright
Band of Outsiders - 1964 2 Wright Tarantino
Barry Lyndon - 1975 2 Wright del Toro
Barton Fink - 1991 2 Safdies Wright
Batman Returns - 1992 2 Wright del Toro
Battle Royale - 2000 2 Wright Tarantino
Beauty and the Beast - 1946 2 Wright del Toro
Beetlejuice - 1988 2 Wright del Toro
Before Sunset - 2004 2 Wright del Toro
Behind the Candelabra - 2013 2 Safdies del Toro
Being There - 1979 2 Wright del Toro
Berberian Sound Studio - 2012 2 Wright del Toro
Bicycle Thieves - 1948 2 Safdies Wright
Bitter Moon - 1992 2 Safdies Wright
Black Sabbath - 1963 2 Wright del Toro
Black Sunday - 1960 2 Wright del Toro
Blazing Saddles - 1974 2 Safdies Wright
Blood Simple - 1984 2 Safdies Wright
Blood for Dracula - 1974 2 Wright del Toro
Blue Collar - 1978 2 Safdies Wright
Blue Ruin - 2013 2 Wright del Toro
Bonnie and Clyde - 1967 2 Safdies Wright
Boogie Nights - 1997 2 Wright Tarantino
Brazil - 1985 2 Wright del Toro
Breathless - 1960 2 Wright Tarantino
Bringing Up Baby - 1938 2 Wright Tarantino
Broadway Danny Rose - 1984 2 Safdies Wright
Burning - 2018 2 Safdies del Toro
Busting - 1974 2 Safdies Wright
Carrie - 1976 2 Wright Tarantino
Chinatown - 1974 2 Safdies Wright
Close Encounters of the Third Kind - 1977 2 Wright del Toro
Collateral - 2004 2 Safdies Wright
Come and See - 1985 2 Safdies Wright
Cool Hand Luke - 1967 2 Safdies Wright
Crimes and Misdemeanors - 1989 2 Wright del Toro
Danger: Diabolik - 1968 2 Wright del Toro
Dazed and Confused - 1993 2 Wright Tarantino
Dead of Night - 1945 2 Wright Tarantino
Death Line - 1972 2 Wright del Toro
Deep End - 1970 2 Safdies Wright
Do the Right Thing - 1989 2 Safdies Wright
Dog Day Afternoon - 1975 2 Safdies Wright
Dolemite Is My Name - 2019 2 Safdies del Toro
Don't Look Now - 1973 2 Wright del Toro
Dressed to Kill - 1980 2 Wright Tarantino
Duck, You Sucker - 1971 2 Safdies Tarantino
Duel - 1971 2 Wright del Toro
E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial - 1982 2 Safdies Wright
Edward Scissorhands - 1990 2 Safdies del Toro
El Topo - 1970 2 Wright del Toro
Eraserhead - 1977 2 Safdies Wright
Ex Machina - 2014 2 Wright del Toro
Eyes Without a Face - 1960 2 Wright del Toro
Fanny and Alexander - 1982 2 Wright del Toro
Fargo - 1996 2 Safdies Wright
Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill! - 1965 2 Wright Tarantino
Ferris Bueller's Day Off - 1986 2 Safdies Wright
Fight Club - 1999 2 Safdies Tarantino
Fingers - 1978 2 Safdies Wright
Fist of Legend - 1994 2 Wright Tarantino
Five Fingers of Death - 1972 2 Wright Tarantino
Flash Gordon - 1980 2 Wright del Toro
Flesh for Frankenstein - 1973 2 Wright del Toro
For a Few Dollars More - 1965 2 Wright Tarantino
Frankenstein - 1931 2 Wright del Toro
Freaks - 1932 2 Wright del Toro
Freebie and the Bean - 1974 2 Safdies Wright
Frenzy - 1972 2 Wright del Toro
From Russia with Love - 1963 2 Wright Tarantino
Ghostbusters - 1984 2 Safdies Wright
Glengarry Glen Ross - 1992 2 Wright del Toro
Gravity - 2013 2 Safdies Wright
Green Room - 2015 2 Wright del Toro
Gremlins - 1984 2 Safdies Wright
Grosse Pointe Blank - 1997 2 Wright del Toro
Groundhog Day - 1993 2 Safdies Wright
Hell or High Water - 2016 2 Wright del Toro
Hellraiser - 1987 2 Safdies Wright
His Girl Friday - 1940 2 Wright Tarantino
Il Posto - 1961 2 Safdies del Toro
In a Lonely Place - 1950 2 Safdies Wright
Interstellar - 2014 2 Safdies Wright
Jason and the Argonauts - 1963 2 Wright del Toro
Jaws - 1975 2 Wright Tarantino
Jules and Jim - 1962 2 Wright Tarantino
Kill, Baby... Kill! - 1966 2 Wright del Toro
Kiss Me Deadly - 1955 2 Wright Tarantino
Lady Bird - 2017 2 Safdies del Toro
Last Summer - 1969 2 Wright del Toro
Le Samouraï - 1967 2 Wright del Toro
Let the Right One In - 2008 2 Wright del Toro
Little Murders - 1971 2 Safdies Wright
Local Hero - 1983 2 Safdies Wright
Lost in Translation - 2003 2 Wright Tarantino
Macbeth - 1971 2 Safdies del Toro
Mad Max - 1979 2 Wright Tarantino
Mad Max 2 - 1981 2 Wright del Toro
Mad Max: Fury Road - 2015 2 Wright del Toro
Magnificent Obsession - 1954 2 Wright Tarantino
Marathon Man - 1976 2 Wright del Toro
Marie Antoinette - 2006 2 Wright del Toro
Master and Commander: The Far Side of the World - 2003 2 Wright del Toro
Mean Streets - 1973 2 Safdies Wright
Meantime - 1983 2 Safdies Wright
Midnight Cowboy - 1969 2 Safdies Wright
Midsommar - 2019 2 Safdies del Toro
Misery - 1990 2 Safdies Wright
Modern Romance - 1981 2 Wright del Toro
Modern Times - 1936 2 Wright del Toro
Ms .45 - 1981 2 Safdies Wright
Murder by Contract - 1958 2 Safdies del Toro
Network - 1976 2 Safdies Wright
Night of the Living Dead - 1968 2 Wright Tarantino
Nightmare Alley - 1947 2 Wright del Toro
Nosferatu - 1922 2 Wright del Toro
Nuts in May - 1976 2 Safdies Wright
O Lucky Man! - 1973 2 Safdies Wright
Oldboy - 2003 2 Wright Tarantino
Oliver Twist - 1948 2 Wright del Toro
Once Upon a Time in the West - 1968 2 Wright Tarantino
One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest - 1975 2 Safdies Wright
Onibaba - 1964 2 Wright del Toro
Only Lovers Left Alive - 2013 2 Wright del Toro
Ordinary People - 1980 2 Safdies del Toro
Out of the Past - 1947 2 Wright Tarantino
Parasite - 2019 2 Safdies del Toro
Paris, Texas - 1984 2 Safdies Wright
Paths of Glory - 1957 2 Wright del Toro
Phantom of the Paradise - 1974 2 Wright del Toro
Planes, Trains and Automobiles - 1987 2 Wright del Toro
Police Story 3: Super Cop - 1992 2 Safdies Tarantino
Poltergeist - 1982 2 Safdies Wright
Possession - 1981 2 Safdies del Toro
Pulp Fiction - 1994 2 Safdies Wright
Punch-Drunk Love - 2002 2 Safdies del Toro
Repulsion - 1965 2 Safdies Wright
Ringu - 1998 2 Wright del Toro
Rio Bravo - 1959 2 Wright Tarantino
Risky Business - 1983 2 Safdies Wright
Roadgames - 1981 2 Wright Tarantino
Rocky - 1976 2 Safdies Tarantino
Roma - 2018 2 Safdies del Toro
Rosemary's Baby - 1968 2 Safdies Wright
Rumble Fish - 1983 2 Wright Tarantino
Scream - 1996 2 Safdies Wright
Se7en - 1995 2 Wright del Toro
Shadow of a Doubt - 1943 2 Wright del Toro
Sorry to Bother You - 2018 2 Safdies del Toro
Spartacus - 1960 2 Wright del Toro
Speed - 1994 2 Wright Tarantino
Star 80 - 1983 2 Safdies del Toro
Star Wars - 1977 2 Wright del Toro
Straw Dogs - 1971 2 Wright del Toro
Sullivan's Travels - 1941 2 Wright del Toro
Suspicion - 1941 2 Wright del Toro
Taking Off - 1971 2 Safdies Wright
Team America: World Police - 2004 2 Wright Tarantino
The Anderson Tapes - 1971 2 Safdies Wright
The Asphalt Jungle - 1950 2 Wright Tarantino
The Bride of Frankenstein - 1935 2 Wright del Toro
The Changeling - 1980 2 Wright del Toro
The Conformist - 1970 2 Wright del Toro
The Conversation - 1974 2 Wright del Toro
The Dead Zone - 1983 2 Wright del Toro
The Devils - 1971 2 Wright del Toro
The Dirty Dozen - 1967 2 Wright Tarantino
The Elephant Man - 1980 2 Wright del Toro
The Exorcist - 1973 2 Safdies Wright
The Fallen Idol - 1948 2 Wright del Toro
The Favourite - 2018 2 Safdies del Toro
The Fog - 1980 2 Wright del Toro
The French Connection - 1971 2 Safdies Wright
The Fury - 1978 2 Wright Tarantino
The Game - 1997 2 Safdies del Toro
The General - 1926 2 Wright del Toro
The Godfather - 1972 2 Safdies Wright
The Godfather: Part II - 1974 2 Safdies Wright
The Good, the Bad and the Ugly - 1966 2 Wright Tarantino
The Great Escape - 1963 2 Wright Tarantino
The Great Silence - 1968 2 Wright Tarantino
The Guns of Navarone - 1961 2 Wright Tarantino
The Hateful Eight - 2015 2 Wright del Toro
The Haunting - 1963 2 Wright del Toro
The Heartbreak Kid - 1972 2 Safdies Wright
The Hit - 1984 2 Wright Tarantino
The Host - 2006 2 Wright Tarantino
The Hot Rock - 1972 2 Safdies Wright
The House That Screamed - 1969 2 Wright del Toro
The Innocents - 1961 2 Wright del Toro
The Insider - 1999 2 Wright Tarantino
The Irishman - 2019 2 Safdies del Toro
The Killer - 1989 2 Wright Tarantino
The Killers - 1946 2 Wright Tarantino
The Killing - 1956 2 Wright Tarantino
The Last Boy Scout - 1991 2 Wright Tarantino
The Lighthouse - 2019 2 Safdies del Toro
The Living Dead at Manchester Morgue - 1974 2 Wright del Toro
The Long Good Friday - 1980 2 Wright Tarantino
The Long Goodbye - 1973 2 Wright Tarantino
The Music Box - 1932 2 Wright del Toro
The Naked City - 1948 2 Safdies Wright
The Ninth Configuration - 1980 2 Wright del Toro
The Old Dark House - 1932 2 Wright del Toro
The Player - 1992 2 Safdies Wright
The Red Shoes - 1948 2 Wright del Toro
The Royal Tenenbaums - 2001 2 Safdies Wright
The Seventh Seal - 1957 2 Wright del Toro
The Silent Partner - 1978 2 Wright del Toro
The Sixth Sense - 1999 2 Wright del Toro
The Social Network - 2010 2 Wright Tarantino
The Spirit of the Beehive - 1973 2 Wright del Toro
The Stunt Man - 1980 2 Wright del Toro
The Swimmer - 1968 2 Wright del Toro
The Wanderers - 1979 2 Safdies Wright
The Warriors - 1979 2 Safdies Wright
The Wicker Man - 1973 2 Wright del Toro
The Wolf of Wall Street - 2013 2 Safdies Wright
The Young and the Damned - 1950 2 Wright del Toro
Theatre of Blood - 1973 2 Wright del Toro
Them! - 1954 2 Wright del Toro
There's Something About Mary - 1998 2 Safdies Wright
They All Laughed - 1981 2 Safdies Tarantino
They Live - 1988 2 Safdies del Toro
They Live by Night - 1948 2 Wright Tarantino
Throne of Blood - 1957 2 Wright del Toro
Throw Momma from the Train - 1987 2 Safdies Wright
Thunderbolt and Lightfoot - 1974 2 Wright del Toro
Time Bandits - 1981 2 Wright del Toro
Tokyo Drifter - 1966 2 Safdies Wright
Tootsie - 1982 2 Safdies Wright
Topkapi - 1964 2 Wright Tarantino
Train to Busan - 2016 2 Wright del Toro
Trainspotting - 1996 2 Safdies Wright
Twisted Nerve - 1968 2 Wright Tarantino
Unbreakable - 2000 2 del Toro Tarantino
Unfaithfully Yours - 1948 2 del Toro Tarantino
Vanishing Point - 1971 2 Wright Tarantino
Vertigo - 1958 2 Wright del Toro
Vivre Sa Vie - 1962 2 Wright Tarantino
Walkabout - 1971 2 Safdies Wright
Welcome to the Dollhouse - 1995 2 Safdies Wright
Where Eagles Dare - 1968 2 Wright Tarantino
White Lightning - 1973 2 Wright Tarantino
Witchfinder General - 1968 2 Wright del Toro
Year of the Dragon - 1985 2 del Toro Tarantino
Young Frankenstein - 1974 2 Safdies Wright
Zodiac - 2007 2 Wright del Toro​
The full lists are here:
Edgar Wright: https://letterboxd.com/crew/list/edgar-wrights-1000-favorite-movies/
‎Guillermo del Toro: https://letterboxd.com/ben_macdonald/list/guillermo-del-toros-twitter-film-recommendations/
Quentin Tarantino: https://letterboxd.com/ceilinglampfilm/list/quentin-tarantinos-200-favorite-films/
Safdie Brothers: https://letterboxd.com/tanyarhs/list/safdie-brothers-1/
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2020.09.28 02:39 BearLair64 Wendigo Nation: Clementine's Folly - Part 1 of 2

In a cavern, in a canyon,
Excavating for a mine,
Dwelt a miner, forty-niner,
And his daughter Clementine.
1905 CE
Luke huffed and puffed his way down to where his team had hidden their raft at the trail head. He had to get away from the whispers… the wails and cries in the night… from the blood, and the constant fear of death stalking the forest. No matter how rich the strike, it wasn’t worth his life. At first, he and his partners had been able to write off the noises as wind in the trees and rocks, then wild animals, then… lost souls?
**** * ****
Francois was on night watch the night after Big Ed saw the apparition. When Ed claimed, “I seen some sorta pale, skinny, spiky… thing in the trees that was way too tall for any man or beast.”
Frank had been the only one with the temerity to laugh off the tale. “Big Ed, prolly dreaming, eh? T’inkin’ about tall skinny women, all pale in de moonlight. Maybe you saw some kind of loup’garou, non?”.
Big Ed had bristled and no one with sense would prod too hard at the large, rough-cut character, though it was questionable how much sense Francois possessed, “Look Frank, all of you: I don’t lie and I don’t dream. Ain’t got that kinda ‘magination no-how. I seen what I seen, but I don’t rightly know for sure what it was. Coulda been a spook or a ‘roogaroo’, no idee. So, do what you want, I’m keeping my rifle and my blades to hand.” He glared first at Frank and then at the others to determine whether anyone else wanted to have fun at his expense. They apparently did not. Francois simply shrugged and walked toward the entrance to their cave to assume his post.
They’d taken to staying inside the front part of the cavern rather than outside in tents; it was better shelter. They needed some time to ensure that it was a rich vein and not just a few striations. They had also decided to gather a fair share for themselves. Might as well take home a small fortune in case they were cheated or ran afoul of robbers or met with some other misfortune that had taken the lives of so many others who’d sought wealth in the vast empty spaces of the Klondike. All things considered it was probably a good idea to take guard duty in turns. There were six of them, so it worked out well, half a night’s loss of sleep, every third night, was a small price to pay to sleep well the rest of the time.
Francois shook his head at the memory of the account by the decent but poorly educated man from far south of the border, Louisiana, he’d claimed, and his angry diatribe about, “spooks and roogaroos out in the woods”. His shift was more than half over, so he’d be able to sleep soon, when his relief, Charlie assumed the role. He started and his heart pounded savagely when he heard a screeching wail out in the trees but far too close for comfort. It could have been an owl… but the tones were deep and harsh and contained elements of longing and… hunger… the hint of bloodlust… they spoke of something fouler and more dreadful than anything in the natural world. A low hum started and rose in volume; a chant, disturbing and mesmerizing all at once. Then a woman’s voice, “Cooommm-ah, Com-ah wi’ me…
**** * ****
“I tell you, Frank never even tried to wake me. I drank some extra coffee so I’d be sure to be awake for my watch, but I still slept an extra couple of hours. When I awakened, Frank was… gone.” Charlie, the other geologist besides Luke, shook his head and wore an expression of curiosity mingled with fear. “I reckon he just stepped out. Maybe something got him, maybe a bear or some wolves.”
Luke, the leader for the expedition nodded. “Well, no point in stumbling around in the dark. Soon as it gets near dawn, wake the rest of the crew. We’ll eat and at first light make a search.”
As the first rays of the sun illuminated the area around the entrance to the cavern, Luke gathered the remaining members of the party. “George, you are our best tracker, you want to take a look before we go traipsing around and messing up the signs?”
George, a compact, taciturn man, nodded and proceeded to study what signs were available in the hard surfaces in front of the cave mouth and the soft loam beneath the trees. Once out among the trees, he began to look in earnest to either side of the trail they had worn for themselves. Presently, he returned and reported, “Not much, ground is too hard, and the forest floor is soft but mostly dry needles. A few scuffs on either side of the trail. Definitely more than just one person walked out that way. There may be a trail that leads off toward the overlook we found above the cavern. Just a few prints in the needles; they ran deep, like someone or something carrying a heavy load.”
Luke, George, and Big Ed set out to look for their missing companion. Charlie and Bob remained behind to watch the camp and to be ready in case Francois returned on his own. The trio of trackers ranged for a few miles before George called a halt. “Look, we’ve been on rocks for a while. Even full-blooded Injuns can’t track over this stuff. Unless we find a sign, something someone dropped…” He stopped and followed Ed’s normally vacant gaze, now squinted in concentration on a small boulder. On it, folded neatly, were a bright red scarf and matching stocking cap.
“Them was Frank’s.” Big Ed mumbled unnecessarily. They continued their search but found no other clues. By late afternoon, Luke called a halt to the effort and they returned to base camp empty handed. That evening over supper, they decided to double the watch.
Big Ed and George were tired but excited by the daylong search, so they took first watch. They didn’t talk much. It was against George’s nature and Big Ed just didn’t have much to say. They both sat quietly, looking into the small fire they’d lit in case Frank was out in the dark and lost. “Hellll-pah!... Come… hellll-pah!” Frank’s voice emanated from the stygian gloom now enhanced by the loss of their night vision from staring into the flames. Big Ed rose precipitously, the way he did most things. He grasped his twin knives in his hands and stared around blankly. George stayed down low and gripped his rifle.
“You think that was Frank?” Ed rumbled. “Sounded funny, like maybe he was hurt.”
George nodded, though Ed was not looking at him to see. “I don’t kno…”
The voice interrupted him, “Commmme… Need Hell-pp!”
True to his nature, Big Ed charged precipitously toward the sound. George called out to stop him, but the large man was already dodging his way among the trees and into the deep murk of the forest. George followed for a few paces and then realized that he would never find even so large a man as Ed under the circumstances, so he settled for waking Luke and the others.
**** * ****
Ed ran and dodged and did his best to listen. Eventually he called out, “Frank! That you? Where you at Frank?”. He was rewarded with only the sound of his ragged breathing in the cold night air. His vision had returned a little and the half-moon light penetrated into a small space between the fir branches, not quite large enough to be called a clearing. Through a gap in the trees, he saw movement. It was stiff jointed, all angles and rail-thin limbs. He made out a wide spread of antlers, an elongated and twisted countenance full of hatred for life and lust for dead flesh. That head rose… and rose more, to an impossible height. The gaunt and pallid apparition turned its gaze upon him and Big Ed Toups, who’d been hiding here in the wild for killing a man with his knives; toughest of a rough crew, fainted dead away from fear. The last sound he heard was startled laughter coming from either side of his recumbent body.
**** * ****
“Hhmmmmn…” George growled. “Definitely Big Ed’s tracks and it looks like he hit the ground. A little dirt to outline where his head rested… and there! The dirt mostly covers it, but that’s blood.”
They searched further but if there were more signs, they’d been deliberately obliterated. Luke gathered the remaining crew near the bloodstained patch of ground. “We have to go. No idea who or what is hunting us, but they’ve managed to take out our two biggest and meanest. What do you say boys?”
The agreement was unanimous and enthusiastic. Charlie spoke up, I say we get back to camp and gather what we can. Besides, Bob is on his own, if we’re being hunted…” They hurried back as best they could... …There was no sign of Bob, though he’d packed up his gear and had it ready to go. Apparently, he’d come to the same conclusion about leaving as they had, all on his own. Then he’d just as apparently left… only not on his own… a smear of bright blood that ended in a crimson handprint on the wall near the entrance of the cavern spoke to his fate.
They loaded minimal gear and maximum gold. They unashamedly took the shares of the three missing prospectors and divided them up as evenly as possible. The missing men would be unlikely to need the treasure and it had already been extracted, so…
…It got dark before they completed the trek to the river. They found a nice campsite with a rocky outcrop that would protect them from behind. Luke suggested that they take watch in twos with him on a long shift that would overlap the other two watches during the deep part of the night. The tired campers were soon snoozing, whether on watch or not. “Hurrrrtt… Need helllp.” Bob’s voice awakened the trio. The sound came from below, toward the river. The men looked at one another in fright.
“Was that really Bob?” George asked. “Sounded strange, maybe… hungry?”
Charlie shuddered and then sat shivering and frozen in place. Luke gave the order. “Everybody stay put. I don’t think that’s Bob. I think it’s whatever has been luring us into the woods.” He eased back the hammer on his old Winchester ‘73, “Yellowboy” rifle that had belonged to his father. “I think that we’re all on watch until dawn. “Charlie. Charlie, you alright?”
Charlie started when Luke repeated his name. He looked at him as though he was a stranger, then looked at George in a similar manner. He gazed all around, into the encroaching darkness. He bowed his head and shook it, then mumbled, “I don’t think I’ll ever be right again.”
Hellll-ppah! Come hell-pp!” The voice rose in volume and pitch. A rhythmic chanting, initially almost inaudible, ensued. Eventually wails penetrated the air to punctuate the rising tide of the quasi-tune. Moans and whispers spoke of hunger and need… of empty bellies and soulless plight. Charlie bolted upright and scrambled to his feet. Before Luke or George could stop him, he ran out into the dark, screaming, “Stop it! Stop it! Stop…” His last cry was cut short by a wet, crunching sound and a whining whimper, with the hint of a bubbling whistle as he expelled oxygen from an open wound in his airway.
The sounds ceased abruptly. They were replaced by odd murmurs beyond the feeble light of their watch fire. Then a roar burst from above them, over the top of the rocky outcrop. The two surviving prospectors rose and bolted together down the mountainside towards the river. Luke looked back as they left the circle of light and thought he saw a large silhouette of a bullet-shaped head that rested directly on a pair of impossibly broad shoulders as it rose above the outcrop. He fled away into the forest and did his best to keep up with George, who was more experienced at moving in deep woodlands.
They ran past several figures in the night, one of which was of gargantuan height but thin in a way that bespoke the grave. Its pale outline nearly glowed. Then the men heard a gut-wrenching sound: Crack! Followed by a rumble that issued from above and behind… avalanche! Luke jinked hard to the left while George continued to run all out straight ahead and away from his companion and the falling rocks. The sounds of tumbling boulders and all too human screams of fear and pain stormed quickly after him.
Luke found a tree that had fortuitously fallen upslope during some long-ago storm and dove into the hollow of the root ball. The rumble of the tumbling boulders and other detritus swept up in the rockslide evolved into a roar and he choked on dust and felt the sting of gravel as most of it pounded downslope on either side of his shelter. One large stone careened off the old tree trunk and sailed over his head and body, to land just a few feet downslope. Once it all settled, the entire mess resolved into a field of boulders and rocks sprawled among the verdure of the lower slopes.
**** * ****
He didn’t look for George; even a swift man could not outrun Nature in the form of rolling stones. Some other entity, large and fierce; possibly, prayerfully, benevolent, had started the slide and interrupted the evil spirits that had set up downslope with their murderous plots. Luke decided right then that he’d be back. He still held the nuggets in his pack. Perhaps enough to start or buy into a mining company. He’d have to get back to Whitehorse to file his claim. A trek he would have to make on his own once he’d crossed the wide water of the Yukon River.
**** * ****
1908 CE
Light she was, and like a Fairy
And her shoes were number nine,
Herring Boxes, without topses,
Sandals were, for Clementine…
…“Flynn the Fiddler” sawed on his eponymous instrument and warbled out the darkly humorous tune he thought so fit for the setting. After all, the mine company was called, “Clementine’s Folly”. The mine itself was set in a hollow with a drop-off from the mountain, rather than in a canyon. The hollow was like a large dent in the mountain, like a titanic fist had struck the slope and then poked a finger into the surface at the deepest point. Apropos for the song none the less, and there was a nice cavern instead of a mere shaft. Not much by way of an audience or prosperity in his current location: he was surrounded by miners rather than prospectors, but he was far away from the long arm of the RCMP, which was all to the good in his estimation. Likely, many of his companions were here in this remote camp for similar reasons. In any case, he was on his way to Alaska, might as well change countries, he’d be no loss to Canada.
The Klondike Gold Rush was coming to a close as a new century dawned, but there was a nice vein nearby, discovered a few years earlier, not by the romanticized single old coot with a lone donkey, but by a small company of prospectors, a least a couple of whom had some grasp of geology. Flynn wondered why they’d looked here though, very remote and while not too far from the river, it was still a random selection in the wide wild map of the Great Northwest. Yet it was not his worry; people in this type of settlement did not care for people asking too many questions and a poking nose could be severed. My voice is already nasally enough, he smiled to himself. Not that these folks were choosey.
A dozen or so customers sat scattered around the little saloon building. “Whispering Pines Tavern” a sign pretentiously proclaimed from the plank that rested on two empty barrels and made up the surface of the bar. The establishment’s owner, Claude, had informed him that the plank had been the city sign on what was now a ghost town from a boomtown that had gone bust when their local mine had stopped producing. It had been incorporated into a sledge and then re-purposed for a bar top on which he had added the word, “tavern”. The plank had traveled from wherever it had been felled, to the mill, to a town, then to a jury rig sled maker, then up this little mountain… quite a journey for an old knotty pine. He felt that it served its purpose nicely and was sure that its final service would be to feed the fire in the central hearth of the little saloon. Flynn told the story to himself in more poetic terms than Claude had rendered it; to make it memorable.
He saw the door to the back room swing open and a grinning miner emerged, followed quickly and quietly by a young woman, girl really, of the First Nations, possibly a Kutchin or a Hän. She shuffled over to Claude at the bar and spoke with him, Flynn knew that it was to determine whom she would service next and to ensure that Claude had the money before she escorted the next john into the back room. Four women had to service around fifty miners. Claude liked to say that “The fifth hole, that made it ten to one, was the mine itself”. Luke Preston the owner-manager of the mine operation kept promising to bring in more women, but the mine kept everyone busy enough. The locals probably wouldn’t like the way their women were used but other than these four, Flynn hadn’t seen any Native people in the vicinity. Strange
**** * ****
The first big storm of the season struck before Flynn managed to clear out and head back to civilization, so he now sat in the warmest building, the “Gathering Hall / Office / Church / Quarters for Luke”. It was not much larger than the saloon but contained only one room and log benches, though one corner was covered by a hanging curtain. Luke stood at the front of the room, “Alright folks, we are getting to a point where we will need more equipment. The main vein looks like it may go on for quite a piece. Plenty for us all to be wealthy. However, we have to survive the coming winter. We’ve laid in a good supply of food and dry goods and ammunition with which to hunt. Plenty of blankets and furs and boots. Look out for one another and…” he paused, and his gaze went distant for a moment, “Don’t go chasing out into the forest if you hear queer sounds or… voices.”
There was a general questioning rabble of comments and questions, and he held up his hands for silence. “The wind makes some crazy, odd sounds. It can fool you, like a mirage in a desert. The night birds are strange too. I haven’t told this tale often. The team I led to look into this cavern was… well, we had some misadventures and they were killed, including my business partner Charlie LePenne. We were down on our luck prospectors, too late to the dance for the Klondike Rush, but we ran across an old Kutchin down in Whitehorse. He told us about a haunted mountain that was full of gold. For a bottle of whiskey, he went from giving us dire warnings to giving us directions on how to find the place. Once I got the mining company started, I bought his daughters, so he was able to achieve his lifelong goal and drink himself to death. You might have noticed that the sweet ducklings who work at the tavern, rarely stray beyond the outhouses; they are terrified of the trees. Just, please, stay around camp as much as you can. There are definitely bears, wolves, and mountain lions. That’s enough to keep anyone in camp and they make some pretty odd noises as well. The supply team will head upriver for the additional gear as soon as the storm abates. They should be able to make it back before the next snow arrives. We’ll be in our little camp and our cavern for a long winter that will end with us all bathing in wealth come spring. For those last few of you to arrive, the settlement and the corporation is called, ‘Clementine’s Folly’. It was going to be called ‘Clementine’s Reward’, but after Charlie and the others… it seemed like we’d invited ill luck on our endeavors, so a less happy sounding name was in order…”
**** * ****
Drove she ducklings, to the water,
Every morning, just at nine,
Struck her foot against a splinter,
Fell into the foaming brine.
Winnie scrubbed her sister Dotty’s back. Their sisters had already bathed. They used the same tub and the water had cooled to a little below tepid. It took a great deal of effort to bring in water, heat it, and transport it to the tub. Yet Claude insisted that they wash themselves, at least the important parts, each day, so that they would be fresh and disease free for the miners and of course for himself. The young women shared the work as they shared the burden of their primary trade. Claude gave them a fair amount of food and ensured that they had what care he could provide, with the promise of severance pay when the mine ran out of gold. There were worse patrons; their father had been one such. Before he’d fallen so far into the depths of alcoholism, he’d taught them about their people and customs and legends. They knew that the place in which they found themselves was cursed; haunted by an ancient and evil set of Spirits… the Wendigo, who’d started life as human cannibals.
They rarely ventured outdoors and never alone. Besides the supernatural fears, they were each concerned that they would be accosted by the miners. Inside the tavern, the men behaved themselves or faced Claude’s considerable wrath, soon to be followed with firing by Mr. Preston. Yet outdoors, with no witnesses… there was no one to take their parts. It was a boring existence and being cooped up all the time, led to thoughts of wandering… of leaving this lonely and awful place full of ragged, dirty strangers who wanted only to use them. After her own bath, Winnie took a moment to slip outside and just around the corner, to watch the first flakes of snow drift to the ground in the freshening breeze. The cold air gave her a slight shiver and led her to nostalgic thoughts of her childhood, when her mother still lived, and her father lived outside the bottle. She heard whistling out among the trees, not the distinct call of birds but rather a breathy, mournful sound… it soon turned to a light, almost inaudible chant, and then evolved into something coherent, “Come-ah… child-dah”.
Winnie started when she realized that she’d heard actual words, inserted into the pauses in the chanting. “Coooomme…” the voice, a woman’s, rattled in her senses. Her shivers turned to shudders of horror. This had to be a Spirit, and if it was, it had to be Evil since it was in this place. She started to turn, to rush back inside to the comfort of her sisters and the warmth of the central hearth fire. Yet there was a longing in the sounds that wafted among the ever-thickening snowfall. A miserable loneliness that echoed her own. “Sweeeett-tah…. Chil-dah… come-ah…” the voice entreated. At last, she did. She took a few hesitant steps forward. Down the short lane between the last few tent cabins in this part of the encampment. She would be fine here, among others, even though they were unseen and mostly unheard as they sheltered in their little dwellings.
The wind increased. She knew that soon, Dotty or one of her other sisters, Nana or Na’kah, would come out and call her back inside; back to the miseries and the dirty men… The voice had begun to sound like a much nicer option, a comforting presence that sounded so much like… mother… yes, that was mother calling! It had to be, no one else would care enough to come for her. “Yyesss… sweeettt childah… come-ah…” the voice penetrated the new whistles of wind that now accompanied the eerie, whispering trills that had first caught her attention. She was now past the last of the structures made by the outsiders. She was under the welcoming trees. She was inside the forest of fear that felt like… home.
**** * ****
Ruby Lips above the water,
Blowing bubbles, soft and fine,
But alas I was no swimmer,
So, I lost my Clementine.
“We gotta find her, she’s outside in the snow. I looked in the outhouse, she ain’t there. I saw some tracks heading out to the woods. The snow is getting bad, she’ll get lost.” Dotty entreated her sisters.
Nana shook her head in annoyance, “Winnie is always getting stupid notions, but even she ain’t stupid enough to walk off into the trees when a storm is starting. She’s probably with one of the miners, maybe they offered her a nugget, or she took a shine to one; or they took a shine to her.”
Na’kah giggled, “S’true, a few of them are decent enough and not just bucking ponies in the sack. Some even warsh themselves.”
Dotty assumed a worried expression, “We gotta tell Claude. He’ll help. He don’t want nothing to happen to us, especially Winnie, she’s his favorite.”
Nana’s expression soured further, “Now listen fool girl, we don’t want Claude to get upset. He’s promised us that when the mine plays out, he’ll give us a cut and we can go on our way free and clear. Winnie is flighty but she ain’t stupid. We’ll just have to work harder until the snow stops. She can make it up to us by taking on some of the rougher men tomorrow.”
**** * ****
Winnie had followed the voice until the camp disappeared from view behind her and then she saw It. The towering presence, all spikes and antlers, the elongated features loomed towards her and the mouth gaped open. A hideous wail issued from the depths of that orifice as bony hands seized her from either side and a filthy palm settled over her mouth. They lifted her as she thrashed and struggled to free herself, or at least break free long enough to scream for help. Yet the bony hands were many and strong…
…She lost track of time and sank into a miserable stupor. She felt warmth and her head cleared enough to take in her surroundings. Faces surrounded her, both male and female. A few wore disturbing grins, full of filed fangs that bespoke foul appetites. They stank and many of the eyes rolled in madness. Eventually a male, taller than the rest approached and yelled at them. His language was clearly related to her own as well as English and French, though he spoke in a nearly unintelligible manner. He loomed above her and pounded his chest, “Nok-Cha!”. That was her introduction to her new mate, the leader of this faction of the Tribe with a name none of her people would willingly speak: “Wendigo”.
**** * ****
“Where’s your sister at, where’s Winnie?” Claude menaced Dotty, upset with the silence from her sisters and her.
“I… I don’t know. I… we… looked for her when the snow started but we couldn’t find her.” Dotty stammered and her sisters looked around in panic, huddled on the edge of the cot nearest the main room.
“If you’d told me, I could have taken some men and gone out to find her. Now the storm is dumping snow. Who knows for how long?” He shook his head, “We got men lined up ready to go and only the three of you to take care of them.” He looked each of them in the eyes in turn and then shouted, “Get to it, you lazy slobs!”
**** * ****
The snow was early in the season and not too deep once it had stopped falling by noon on the following day. Claude, true to his word, took two of the camp men who typically hunted to supply meat for the denizens of Clementine’s Folly, and struck out into the forest. Dotty had wanted to go, she pointed out the last known direction of travel for Winnie. Yet Claude had told her to stay put before he tramped out to look for her favorite sister, the only one who cared about her in this world…
…Claude, a determined look on his face, called his companions to notice, “See here, tracks. They lead towards… well, deeper into the trees. Gets pretty dark in there.” The hunters agreed and they decided to take out their firearms in preparation for action should the need arise. They continued their trek, which led, along a circuitous route, toward the same area as the cavern entrance of the mine through the ever-darkening shade of the forest. None of them commented that the snow had fallen after the girl had left the camp and would have covered her tracks.
Presently, Boudreaux, a large man who favored a bright Voyageur’s cap, grunted, “Something out there, eh.” He stared ahead and used a flick of his chin to indicate the direction of the, “something”.
His partner, Tibbedeaux shortly added, “Antlers? What kind of…” He cut off when he saw what lay beneath the antlers, the long, distorted face that rose well above the ground, and the bony, spiky body that worked in ways that were… wrong! “Merde!”
Claude registered the apparition as well. He was much less familiar with the wild places than the hunters, so it took longer to comprehend it as a threat. To their right, a long, loud, mournful wail, full of pain and bloodlust erupted and attracted their attention. It was followed by a breathy plea, “Helll-pah! Cooomme, Hell-pah!”
“That was Winnie!” Claude exclaimed and took several steps towards the calling voice.
Boudreaux and Tibbedeaux called out as one, “Stop!” and Boudreaux added, “It’s not her.”
Claude continued to look toward the point from which the voice had initiated. “I don’t see…” He was interrupted by the female voice once more, “Hell-pah! Need Hellpp now!” He charged forth into the heavy foliage, and called, “Winnie! I’m coming girl!”
Boudreaux chanced a look at where he and his partner had observed the strange being. It was no longer present. He nudged his partner, “Come on, let’s catch the fool.”
… Claude rushed forward and continued to call. He caught a glimpse of a pale figure to one side of his path and paused, “Winnie! That you?” He felt the hard impact on the back of his skull and then secondary impact from when he landed on the snow-covered ground. Afterwards, he felt nothing more.
Tibbedeaux called to his friend, “Boud, not so fast, we need to stop and listen.” Boudreaux complied… they stopped and strained to hear whatever they could. They had strayed near a rocky outcrop. “I think we are near the cavern.” Tibbedeaux added unnecessarily. “At least if we followed the rock wall…”
He froze and from behind them came the call of their former companion, Claude, “Helll-pah! Come Hellpp… Hurrr-tah!” the voice trailed off as if it had run out of breath. That voice, so full of distress and hunger… of need.
Tibbedeaux began to walk toward the voice, “Claude! Come to us, eh. You hear me?”
A moaning wail echoed from the rock face and then a disquieting silence set in around the men. After a moment, a low… chanting began, just on the edge of hearing… rhythmic, filled with enticing female voices… Boudreaux cleared his throat and looked in the direction of the cavern, “I think we should go to the mine. Luke will be there, we can get more men, uhn?” He turned his head back to see his friend disappear into the trees along the trail they’d followed. “Tibbi! Where you going?” he called fruitlessly. The man kept walking, as though in a trance. He looked down and shook his head in frustration, “Come back…”
His call was interrupted by a choking noise from up ahead. A squeaking exhale as if Tibbedeaux’s throat was constricted. A sharp, bloodied point erupted from the back of the man’s neck, accompanied by a small spray of blood. Boudreaux stepped forward; he raised his rifle as he did so. Yet he stopped abruptly. There was nothing he could do for his friend, he reasoned, so he turned to race toward the mine, only to feel an intense pain as a sharp object entered his guts and began to twist and wrench. He grunted and vomited blood onto the rocks near his feet. A pale spiky being stood before him. It lowered the butt of the spear it had plunged into him so that his blood trickled back along the shaft, then bent forward and licked the hot crimson liquid from the wood. The face smiled up at him, the teeth filed into a maw full of fangs, now tinged with his lifeblood. He felt the rifle slide from his weakened grip and sensed the ground rushing toward him. It took him a long time to die but he was never able to scream.
**** * ****
Then the miner, forty-niner,
Soon began to peak and pine,
Thought he ought’ta join his daughter,
Now he’s with his Clementine.
Winnie looked up hopefully when the hunters returned. It was cold and she was hungry, as were all those who awaited the meat bringers. Yet she recoiled in disgust when she saw what they carried into the camp that was set just inside a cave and concealed by hides and brush. The rest of the tribe enthusiastically greeted the food and those who bore it. She recognized the corpses of the two mining camp hunters as a large part of the coming feast, and her heart lurched; it sank when she saw Boudreaux’s features, twisted in agony and set for all time. Then she saw Claude, his skull shattered and his face frozen in surprise. She turned away and heaved as her gorge rose.
Instead of sympathy, she noted curled lips of contempt and resentment. Who was this girl to vomit at the sight of our favorite food? Their expressions read. As she recovered and looked up in fear, the fist of her new mate slammed into her cheek and knocked her to the ground. Once she recovered, a pair of the older women gathered her and forced her to help with removing the clothing and gear from the cadavers and then butchering and cooking the men. By the time the meal was served, enough of her mind had shattered to allow her to eat.
**** * ****
Dotty waited anxiously for Claude and the hunters to return but the end of the next miners’ shift came, and they still had not appeared, and of course Winnie was long gone. Nana shook her by the shoulder, “Get up and get ready girl, the men will be in soon. You and Na’kah will have to take care of them. Claude is still gone, so I’ll work the bar.”
Dotty looked around, barely conscious of the men who crowded into the saloon. There were a few rumbles when they noted Claude was absent and a few more when Nana informed them that he was out with a pair of the hunters to look for Winnie. The gossip and discussion that followed ensured that Dotty and Na’kah had a slow night. At least until Roberts, one of the other hunters, pushed Nana up against the wall behind the bar and shook her. “Where are Boudreaux and Tibbedeaux? You say they left with Claude to look for your sister. Tell me all that you know.” Billings, the last of the quartet that supplied fresh game to the camp, watched to ensure that no one in the group of off duty miners wanted to interfere with Roberts and his prey.
Flynn knew better than to intervene or even pause his current ballad, so the tableau unfolded to the tune of The Leaving of Liverpool. Like Clementine, it contained sad but sometimes humorous lyrics and was set to a lilting tune that was perfect for his fiddle. Flynn knew that loss and fear of harm went hand in hand with the need for an uplifted heart, as what came through a smile. A part of his mind was intrigued, he’d heard other rumors of folks going missing… assumed to have abandoned the camp and the arduous work of mining.
Nana stood defiant, “I don’t know where they’re at, just that they went to look for Winnie. It ain’t been that long, maybe they got stuck out in the snow.” Roberts leaned in closer to terrorize the girl. He stared into her eyes and his hot breath, rank with rotten food between the teeth spilled into her face. His eyes were red-rimmed with too much drink from the previous night. He was one of what she and her sisters called the, “rough riders”, a harsh man at the best of times. Her resolve wilted and she adjusted her tone, “I… we, want to know too, Winnie’s our sis.”
Roberts stared a moment longer and then turned and with a motion to Billings, the two men exited the little establishment. Dotty looked at her sisters in turn, then followed in the wake of the hunters. She stayed far enough behind them that she would draw no notice as they trudged towards the structure that served as Luke Preston’s headquarters and home. They entered unceremoniously and she caught up to them. She remained outside the door and was rewarded by voices from within. Apparently, Luke was in the main room and stirring, “What do you want Roberts? Billings?”
“We want a few men to help us look for Boudreaux and Tibbedeaux. They went out with Claude to find one of his whores that absconded into the falling snow.” Roberts, an educated man, fallen from grace through his own foul nature, demanded.
“What do you mean? Tell me what happened.” Luke intoned.
Roberts sighed in frustration, “Yesterday, Claude came by and asked if a couple of us would mind helping him to find one of his girls who’d gone missing. Now, none of them have returned and it’s past time we go looking for them. We want to leave at first light.”
Dotty couldn’t see it, but Luke blanched, “So they left camp after dark?”
Roberts shook his head, “No, about noon, when the snow stopped. So, they’ve been gone since yesterday at noon, and now the whole day is wasted. The stupid whores didn’t bother to say anything until a short time past.”
Luke nodded, “Very well. Take four with you, but I must caution you,” he stood to his considerable height and glowered at Roberts as the unpleasant man had done over Nana, “You must stay together. No matter what you see, no matter what you hear, it is imperative that you remain in a group.”
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2020.09.27 21:57 Halls_of_Durin Aboriginal Archives: The Life, Death, and Neglect of Justice for Lynette "Norma" Daley

This is the first in a collection of true crime events, by themselves uniquely brutal and investigations themselves unquestionable, yet quietly set aside by the local public servants - be the police, justice workers, and others.
Lynette Daley
Ms. Lynette "Norma" Daley was born 16.7.1977. Much of her early life has not been reported. She was raised by her mother Thelma and step-father Gordon, a happy, adventures tom-boy who enjoyed tussling with her brothers, climbing trees, and going on adventures. She had dreams of competing in the Olympics. Yet, by 15 she struggled with school, at 16 dropped out, and fell in with a rough crowd. By 16 she had become pregnant and by the time of her death, at 33, consented for her parents to raise her seven children. Yet, despite struggling with alcohol addiction, she attempted to be engaged in her children's lives. However, between 1998 and 2010 Daley dealt with abusive partners and domestic violence. Up to her last week of life, she made efforts to visit her children and her parents - that final time staying for three days. The day before she died she told her sister about a planned holiday with two acquaintances, who the family considered to be at most social friends.
Her name and details were not public until the inquest into the failure to prosecute her death. Much early reporting refers to her simply as "Norma".
Her Death
Date/Time
Australia Day
26 January 2011 / the early hours of the morning
Ten Mile Beach
The location of the sexual assault and death occurred in Ten Mile Beach. This area is near the Coral Sea, relatively secluded beachhead paralleling A1 well south of Gold Coast, New South Wales. Both the water and the sky are bright blue. There the sand is a moderate strip disappearing under a line of large boulders then thick-standing trees. Now and then are warning signs: DANGER inset on a red circle. No lifesaving service, ringed by unstable cliffs and hemmed by strong currents; this is where Daley died.
The Accused
Adrian Attwater was stated by some reporting to be Daley's boyfriend. He is now 45. His friend, Paul Maris, now 49, may have known Daley as well. On Australia Day 2011 the three left on a camping cum fishing trip, according to both the accused and Daley's family. Attwater, in particular, was known to Daley's family but they were not familiar with him.
The Physical Evidence and the Events
What was discovered on that beach was both blood sodden and burnt. By the time police arrived an hour had elapsed from the 000 call. Daley was cold to the touch, her lips blue, possibly her extremities blanched with bloodloss. Her blood was everywhere, not just covering her legs and congealed in a large clot between her feet but across the sand, the vehicle, a mostly-burned mattress, and the jeans of one of the accused.
A forensic pathologist found vaginal injuries more severe than found in precipitous (traumatic) childbirth.
The sexual acts, said by both men to be consensual, involved Attwater placing his right hand into Daley's vagina. When questioned by police Attwater demonstrated at act by clenching his right hand into a fist. When asked if the act was referred to as "fisting" he replied "Just about, yeah" but denied he did it roughly. Maris also stated the sexual activity occurred by describing it: Attwater "fisted her". During re-interviews Attwater modified that act to using four fingers only to the depth of the base of his thumb in as "fishtail movement". Maris, however, re-enacted a clenched fist in vigorous horizontal movements.
Both men stated that after they reached Black Rock Camping Area, in the dark, late-night or very early morning, Attwater and Daley had sexual activity. After a while, Attwater invited Maris into the back of the vehicle to engage in this sexual activity. Daley was on her hands and knees with her head towards the front of the vehicle. Her track plants were misplaced at this point. Attwater was digitally penetrating Daley. Upon Attwater's instructions, Daley attempted to fellate Maris, but according to Maris he was not aroused or interested. Attwater became aware at this time of blood on his hand, which made it clear it was coming from Daley.
The sexual activity immediately stopped.
Between sustaining the fatal injury and her death Daley attempted to clean herself, rest on an ice-chest, and went for a short drive in the front passenger seat. The men claim she made no statements of pain or discomfort.
Immediately after noticing the blood, Daley went to clean herself in the ocean. On her way out the vehicle she rested for a moment - she sat on top of an ice-chest. Whatever quantity of blood she left was wiped away by Attwater at Maris' request. Maris said Daley had "put blood all over the Esky [ice-chest]."
It seems apparent she would have been bleeding profusely.
Police photographs showed blood had pooled between the back of the chest and the wall of the vehicle; despite efforts, large smears of blood were still evident. They travelled further up the beach. After they parked a second time Daley crawled into the back seat. She had lain there on the mattress, naked, cold, and intoxicated, and continued to bleed out.
Between the time the vehicle was parked and the men returned from attempting to force a new beach access track Attwater and Maris did not communicate with Daley. When they return to the vehicle the accounts differ slightly; Attwater claimed Daley made it to the front seat under her own power. Maris was more uncertain, saying: "I’m not sure whether Adrian put her in the front or if she got in by herself…" As dawn was breaking the vehicle pulled away from the Black Rock Camping Area.
At this time the men discuss the smell. Maris suggested the mattress be disposed of, describing the smell as "... like she might have crapped in the back of the car or something." This, he claimed, is why they stopped after only 1km of the trek and went on to burn the bedding, Daley's bloody bra, and other items. Maris said he burnt the bra because he didn't think Daley would want it anymore. He never asked her. To remove the mattress Maris had to remove the fishing rod holders, open the bonnet, and use the disconnected fuel line to fill a coke bottle with petrol. Everything was replaced and the diesel poured over the mattress and other items; it was then set alight. The track pants were not there. While Maris was doing this, he says Attwater and Daley went for a swim and "to go and clean themselves."
Attwater claimed he did not know Maris intended to burn the materials. When asked about how much blood was on the mattress, Attwater indicated a blood pool about 10cm in diameter; Maris said there was "blood everywhere". Attwater said that around that time Daley appeared to suffer some sort of seizure. He and Maris pulled her from the water. Attwater stated she wasn't breathing and had no pulse, so rolled her into a recovery position. Attwater being CPR while Maris dialled 000. Maris also went to get help from another - a man named Miller, camping nearby.
Miller states they drove back to find a man, wearing jeans, performing CPR on a woman who appeared to have been dragged from the water. Attwater claimed to be naked. Miller went on to say Daley had sand on her face and in her hair. There appeared to be blood coming from her vagina and matted in her public hair. At Maris' request, Miller began CPR. He found her to be cold and hold no pulse. He formed the opinion she was dead but continued to perform compressions as instructed by EMS. Miller noticed a large blood clot directly below her feet. It later had been measured by police to 150mm in diameter.
Before 0700 Maris went to flag down another vehicle. While he did so, Miller voiced his suspicions to ambulance corp.
EMS arrived at 0657. Officers arrived. Police Sergeant McDonald asked Attwater about the identity of the deceased. Attwater produced Daley's Commonwealth Bank keycard from his wallet. Blood smears were found in numerous areas within the vehicle. Those and burnt samples were collected.
The Autopsy
An autopsy found Daley died from blunt force trauma to her genital tract and had suffered horrific internal and external injuries after a violent sex act. Moderate to severe force tore and/or overstretched the vaginal lining which led to blood loss and shock; a circulatory crisis with low blood pressure and inadequate tissue and organ perfusion lead to organ failure and death. Daley's BAC was reported as between 0.303% (femora) and 0.352% (vitreous humour) - which are fatal ranges. There were no features of drowning.
“Blunt force genital tract trauma” was concluded as the primary cause of death – blood loss and hypovolaemic shock was the mechanism of death. Severe alcohol intoxication exacerbated the impact of blood loss. The kidneys and brain were pale supporting blood loss and low blood pressure.
Numerated injuries were as follows:
The time between the injuries upon Daley's person and her death are difficult to determine. The decline could have been from an hour to as many as four hours. Minutes before death she would have been noticeably paler and sweating, as well as unable to walk without aid. The injury while examined by an obstetrician and gynaecologist expert (gyno) advised that the tearing itself was unusual in “normal” consensual penile-vaginal intercourse only having been recorded in two instances, both with life-threatening blood loss and needed emergency surgery. The gyno suggested Daley sustained a torn artery producing raid and sustained blood loss.
The coroner's conclusions, with Daley named as Norma :
...I am inclined to accept as accurate Mr Maris’ demonstration of a vigorous punching motion as the most likely explanation for the injuries having been sustained.
Mr Attwater does not claim that Norma gave verbal consent to his actions. In the circumstances, in my view, Norma would not have had the capacity to meaningfully consent to the sexual acts that caused the injury that led to her death and Mr Attwater was not entitled to interpret her lack of resisting as consent....
I also conclude that it is more likely than not that Norma would have felt pain as a result of the injuries and have communicated this immediately.
Even if one accepts that there was no immediate complaint and that the men believed the blood seen was only menstrual blood, which I don’t, it is inconceivable that Norma would not have known that she was injured and bleeding unnaturally. It is also unbelievable that she would not have communicated this to the person responsible for causing it.
I conclude that both men are dishonestly denying any such complaint was made because they fear it reflects adversely on them.
...She was dearly loved by her family and she returned that affection. I know she is sadly missed by her children, her siblings, her parents and her extended family. I offer them all my sincere condolences.
The court expresses its contempt and disgust for the callous disregard for her welfare shown by her supposed friends Messrs Attwater and Maris.
...
The fatal injuries were accidentally inflicted during sexual activity undertaken at a time when it is likely Norma was too intoxicated to be able to meaningfully consent to such activity. The person responsible for the injury failed to respond to it by seeking medical attention for Norma even though she was because of her circumstances and condition incapable of obtaining that for herself.
In my own view the anus laceration, while not one to bleed profusely, would have caused considerable discomfort. Walking or sitting would have been difficult. Even at the outset of four hours by the time Miller arrived to render aid Daley could have been dead for an elapsed period.
Media Coverage
The Daily Examiner headlined the assault as a "‘Wild sex’ led to woman’s death" in 2014. The News.com.au May 10, 2016 report was headlined, “Campaign for justice over death of Lynette Daley, left to bleed after ‘wild sex.'” Much of the early coverage was tabloid based. With the terminology used the News.com.au article was found to breach the Standards of Practice of the Press Council, stating that "...the Council considers that the heading and the first paragraph misleadingly and unfairly suggested Ms Daley had consented to sexual acts immediately before her death." Even non-Australian media, like the Guardian in 2016, headlined: "Death that shocked a town: case reopens on woman who died after sex with two men on remote beach".
The Investigation
The NSW Director of Public Prosecutions Lloyd Babb withdrew both charges for Attwater and Maris in 2012 before they reached a committal hearing. After an inquest in 2014 State Coroner Michael Barnes referred the men to the DDP again, stating that a case was likely but Babb refused to prosecute them.
"It disturbed me that following the coroner's recommendation and with the material that was contained in the coroner's brief the decision was made by the DPP not to prosecute on any charges," said Robert Tumeth, Aboriginal Legal Service lawyer who represented Daley's family at the 2014 inquest.
Additional Criminal History
Maris' violent history consists of:
Attwater's criminal history includes:
Failure to Prosecute
27 January 2011 police charged Attwater with manslaughter and Maris with being an accessory after the fact.
2012 DPP withdrew both charges, stating there was no proof of intent to harm.
2014, Inquest State Coroner Michael Barnes referred the men to the DPP, stating they likely had a case to answer. Again, Babb refused to charge them.
February 2016 Babb was asked to review his decision by ­Attorney-General Gabrielle Upton.
21 June 2016 Independent legal adviser reviews case, leads DPP to prosecute
Four Corners
ABC’s Four Corners program covered the story in 2016, leading to national attention
Pleas and Trial22 June 2016 Attwater and Maris were charged
2 Aug 2016, Grafton local court Attwater and Maris appeared, granted bail
2 December 2016, Supreme Court Attwater pled not guilty to manslaughter and aggravated sexual assault. Maris pled not guilty to being an accessory to both counts.
1 Aug 2017, Supreme Court Trail commences, Attwater and Maris on dock together.
A short clip from a police interview with Mr Attwater was played in court..."It was my f****** hand," Mr Attwater [discussing the act] could be heard saying in the recording.
And later, "girls will be girls and boys will be boys."
6 September 2017, Supreme Court Jury deliberated for 32 minutes - both Attwater and Maris were convicted. Attwater found guilty of manslaughter and aggravated sexual assault - 19-year sentence, with a non-parole period of 15 years and three months and Maris found guilty of hindering the collection of evidence and aggravated sexual assault - nine-year sentence, with a non-parole period of six years and nine months.
Now
25 March 2020 Attwater appeals conviction with NSW Court of Criminal Appeal
Between 2012 and 2013, indigenous women were hospitalised for non-fatal family violence assault at 34.2 times the rate of non-indigenous women.
Between 2008 and 2012, in New South Wales, Queensland, Western Australia, South Australia and the Northern Territory, the death rate from homicide for indigenous people was seven to eight times higher than for non-indigenous people.
Indigenous people are 3% of the Australian population.
Additional Sources:
  1. Aboriginal woman raped to death but white suspects yet to face trial five years later
  2. Daley family confronts the alleged killer
  3. Inquest into the death of Norma [currently unavailable 27 May 2020]
  4. Lynette Daley's death: NSW DPP under scrutiny over unprosecuted killing
  5. Lynette Daley manslaughter trial: boyfriend jailed for at least 14 years
  6. Two victims, no justice
  7. Lynette Daley's killer appealing verdict
  8. Lynette Daley: Family press for justice as Ten Mile Beach victim is named for first time
  9. Wauchope man one of two charged over Lynette Daley's death
  10. Four Corners: Callous Disregard
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2020.09.27 07:29 New-world-cometh The time is at hand. Those who wish to go UP should read

Dancing on the horizon is like a risky walk on a tightrope
Bags always packed
Einstein RosenBridge INNER BRIDGE
Gotta each your hand out
Houston, this is REKALL we are MEH for takeoff
We need fire we need ignition
Blessed are the solitary for they will enter the kingdom
2
Those who deny their history are doomed to repeat it.
I get on my knees and pray
We don't get fooled again
Future proves History
Trust in the plan Christ laid out
Our future in A New heaven and New Earth
Heaven = Spirt
Earth = Body
No more tears nor pain
Brand New CAR
3
Flip flop
Switch Hitter
Wave Jumper
Frequency Modulation
Vibrational Mastery
Take the Wheel
Who care what the World thinks you should feel like
The destination is all that matters
Higher Grounds
Greener Pastures
Purer Waters
Golden Vibrations
https://t.co/shelu5MVsw
4
Theres no place like home
World Within
Labrynth on the inside
Treadmill on the outside
How could you go if you believe this one
This is the one that's fake
Your true anchors are set inside a trap
Commercial Fishers
Contracted
Not stupid
Anchor = Inner Compass
Trust not
5
You can only glow as bright as the one you feed off of
You cannot feed from two tables at the same time
Come feast with your the Everlasting Light
The Sun of Suns
Soul of Souls
THUNDER
6
Dark to Light?
Why eat bones
When you could have mana?
Money and physical get you no entry
Only Resonance of Self
Higher = Truer
My judgement on people are like many arrows I have set pointing each way. Once I turn them all pack pointing at me I then see without effort
7
Multiple desires all set about like many fishing lines that catch small fish
Move them all to one spot and catch Jaws
8
This will be the most united election victory of 2 choices for a reason.
Take the wheel and
PONDER
9
Moses went up unto the mountain to talk to God to bring the people a covenant.
While Moses was gone the people were restless and thought hes never coming back and some forget him
Moses came down and seen them worshipping a golden cow
He was so pissed he made them wait again
Those living in this time with good ears better listen
10
Have you ever looked through a strangers eyes?
The Anamoly
He casts two images one that can be seen and recognized and one that is veiled as a deception to make an attractive image
Those who recognize his image tremble and run
Others see his true image when they cant run
11
Man will not bring you heaven
Man will bring you destruction
12
Two worlds contained in One
Dark and Light
A barrier separates from themselves. A mask veil on everyone's face that eyes dont see as your headspace is impenetrable
A WALL of bricks made from headspace materia.
Ie. thoughts data junk
WALLS COMING DOWN
Catalina Wine Mixer
13
Looking for a stairway?
Nope. WATCHING A MOVIE its got my attentiveness it takes up lots of my bandwidth and ram.
Religious go to church then go to world.
Jesus said the way to life you must SEEK.. and then find. Jesus said SEEK the path that FEW will find.
TRAILBLAZERS
14
Truthfully are you really so invested in sticking around in this place? Read it again
Now what if it was a train going off a cliff? Would you wanna go down with it?
How you gonna let go if your also so invested?
You have to see him and know it
https://t.co/WvyOayVAoD
15
He is who he is dont hate him
He doesnt hate you
It's all good
This is for you
Let go of that shit
Do you even think it's a close race?You got alot riding on this one?
What happened to going upstairs?
5D?
16
For in those DAYS it will be like NOAHS DAYS
For they were whining, dining, marrying, and voting. Knowing not that the flood had just arrived to sweep them all away.
Enter the ARK?
Little Rock
😉
Have I ever tried to hurt you?
Nah
I got my eye on u
Realize with Real Eyes
17
Waterworld
Sail away
To change the channel first you have to leave a world behind
If your holding on too tight it's not gonna work. If your holding up the WALL then your missing the point. -Pharoah Monche
TEAR DOWN THIS WALL - RonaldReagan
Two into One
18
When one watches TV and another tries to get their attention its hard cause they are sucked in
What are you watching? What are you invested in?
Election makes a big sucking sound
19
I seen a werewolf drinking a pina coloda and traitor mix
His hair was perfect....
https://t.co/5iiQMqJS0B
20
For Satan is like a roaring lion seeking to devour who he may.
Jesus said "Lucky is the man who eat the lion for he will stay man. Unfortunate is the man who is eaten by the lion for he will become lion.
In those days you only ate what was dead not a live animal"
Legion. Hive
21.
The EYE OF THE NEEDLE
It was simply a passage way through a city wall.
Camels couldn't pass without first dropping their cargo
Enabling passageway
If your a Camel
What is your cargo?
It's your spiritual investment in certain things that are manmade
https://t.co/cDCSTMz9DW
22.
Just WANDERERS
Or Gypsies dirty Pikeys.
You like dags?
Nothing to see here folks move along
Just passing through
https://t.co/KSA0K8Z2e8
23.
I don't see Americans dance anymore
More of a riotous bunch
Their going places.... not heaven but places....
Lake of Fire?
I'm so sick of not having Freedom
What a terrible view to have
I'm not a moth drawn to flame
I want EVERGREEN hallways for my astral shoes
IN N OUT
24.
Blessed are you who look and find the Beast the Devil himself. For he is man truly in your time. Those who worship his image will go with him into the pit. Blessed are they who recognize HIM and flee from his worship Run unto your refuge Run unto the truth Faith is the Fuel Eagles give a free ride outta here
25.
I only speak of a doorway that YOU CARRY
You think I persuade?
Cmon. Get over yourself.
You CARRY IT so someone put it there right?
I could care less if you SMOKE or DRINK
But sometimes there is the election of your life And theres 2 choices
Y👈FP
https://t.co/FtqFHJCsjh
26
Make your own path
PATHFINDER
Like a RAM
Right through the wall
Seek and Ye will Find
27
Trumps a great choice
And Biden not so much
But to choose God is a freedom unimaginable
The master instructed "Be Passerbys"
Look at it all you want but dont invest your being. I speak of what's inside you. A spark now a glow
Soon
A Bonfire
Storm
https://t.co/tPkYuUHoQp
28
Every one loves Jesus
How many have faith that The Kingdom of Heaven is within them?
To forgive is huge especially if you were given a sneak peek at the plan. Some YUGE ones are there to forgive for your good.
Your dumping your heart out for this movie.
Lets turn the page
29
We fight the horde playing those mind games.
Imagination coupled only with childlike innocence through purity even as a tall man feels lucid
Anyone seen my perception channel changer? TIMES A TICKIN. My show is on a different channel.
https://t.co/WON4eseJTu
30
Confident minds well versed and studied can even fall in the pit
The true survivor places his confidence not in any of his own ways but in the way of the Lord
31
Jesus Offers Something
He even wrote it down
Put your eggs in his basket
Make sure you still have plenty left
32
No more crooked paths
You walk from shade to light from unsure footing to solid footing
The illusion may have you thinking your walking straight
But no
Clean those feet
He will always clean them for you
33
You want better Jobs You want more Respect You want more Wealth You want more YOU FIRST thinking You want the Best Security the best Education
You want it for FREE SAME stuff wouldn't you like some of what your missing?
Gotta Work
Got the manual?
https://t.co/Th6AROBOSA
34
Cmon Cmon Up
You know if my house gets in my way baby you know I burn it down
I have loosened my grip on things known to grasp things unknown
https://t.co/dcjjytLtsu
35
Some are just like posie bushes
Nice nice smell
Shit. Been sniffing posies too long
Forgot about my Universal partner
She is the color of a Rose
Crimson
Rosy Cross Lover C.
Mystery?

https://t.co/ZlA1hsrFW5
36
How much is gonna take? How many more bites of yourself until your full. Got an appetite for that looking glass yum. Consuming seems so 4D Tired of Eating
Sometimes. Enough is Enough. https://t.co/5Dw4d5p6V8
37
In order to hop on the ride one must have a ticket.
For we all jump on at the same time and roll out.
One must not worship the beast and follow him into the pit
Run unto the ever living one
38
Sticks and Stones can break bones
The Beast steals souls
But those who find freedom will drawn in all their currents and overflow
What good is your job if it keeps you from missing the hitchhike outta here?
Let's go up the country
Hold on loosely but dont let go until you know the time has come
Moths seek a flame
But the wise moth seek the flame few can see
39
Blessed are you who have found the Beast and his False Prophet
For many who hate the beast and who love the beast will not recognize him
Beware Black Holes with no bottom
Sometimes you want to see what's just around the corner
Not this time
You wanna jump off the ride and take a leap of faith
You will get a push
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2020.09.27 06:11 New-world-cometh Hitchhikers Guide to the MultiVerse

Dancing on the horizon is like a risky walk on a tightrope
Bags always packed
Einstein RosenBridge INNER BRIDGE
Gotta each your hand out
Houston, this is REKALL we are MEH for takeoff
We need fire we need ignition
Blessed are the solitary for they will enter the kingdom
2
Those who deny their history are doomed to repeat it.
I get on my knees and pray
We don't get fooled again
Future proves History
Trust in the plan Christ laid out
Our future in A New heaven and New Earth
Heaven = Spirt
Earth = Body
No more tears nor pain
Brand New CAR
3
Flip flop
Switch Hitter
Wave Jumper
Frequency Modulation
Vibrational Mastery
Take the Wheel
Who care what the World thinks you should feel like
The destination is all that matters
Higher Grounds
Greener Pastures
Purer Waters
Golden Vibrations
https://t.co/shelu5MVsw
4
Theres no place like home
World Within
Labrynth on the inside
Treadmill on the outside
How could you go if you believe this one
This is the one that's fake
Your true anchors are set inside a trap
Commercial Fishers
Contracted
Not stupid
Anchor = Inner Compass
Trust not
5
You can only glow as bright as the one you feed off of
You cannot feed from two tables at the same time
Come feast with your the Everlasting Light
The Sun of Suns
Soul of Souls
THUNDER
6
Dark to Light?
Why eat bones
When you could have mana?
Money and physical get you no entry
Only Resonance of Self
Higher = Truer
My judgement on people are like many arrows I have set pointing each way. Once I turn them all pack pointing at me I then see without effort
7
Multiple desires all set about like many fishing lines that catch small fish
Move them all to one spot and catch Jaws
8
This will be the most united election victory of 2 choices for a reason.
Take the wheel and

PONDER

9
Moses went up unto the mountain to talk to God to bring the people a covenant.
While Moses was gone the people were restless and thought hes never coming back and some forget him
Moses came down and seen them worshipping a golden cow
He was so pissed he made them wait again
Those living in this time with good ears better listen
10
Have you ever looked through a strangers eyes?
The Anamoly
He casts two images one that can be seen and recognized and one that is veiled as a deception to make an attractive image
Those who recognize his image tremble and run
Others see his true image when they cant run
11
Man will not bring you heaven
Man will bring you destruction
12
Two worlds contained in One
Dark and Light
A barrier separates from themselves. A mask veil on everyone's face that eyes dont see as your headspace is impenetrable
A WALL of bricks made from headspace materia.
Ie. thoughts data junk
WALLS COMING DOWN
Catalina Wine Mixer
13
Looking for a stairway?
Nope. WATCHING A MOVIE its got my attentiveness it takes up lots of my bandwidth and ram.
Religious go to church then go to world.
Jesus said the way to life you must SEEK.. and then find. Jesus said SEEK the path that FEW will find.
TRAILBLAZERS
14
Truthfully are you really so invested in sticking around in this place? Read it again
Now what if it was a train going off a cliff? Would you wanna go down with it?
How you gonna let go if your also so invested?
You have to see him and know it
https://t.co/WvyOayVAoD
15
He is who he is dont hate him
He doesnt hate you
It's all good
This is for you
Let go of that shit
Do you even think it's a close race?You got alot riding on this one?
What happened to going upstairs?
5D?
16
For in those DAYS it will be like NOAHS DAYS
For they were whining, dining, marrying, and voting. Knowing not that the flood had just arrived to sweep them all away.
Enter the ARK?
Little Rock
😉
Have I ever tried to hurt you?
Nah
I got my eye on u
Realize with Real Eyes
17
Waterworld
Sail away
To change the channel first you have to leave a world behind
If your holding on too tight it's not gonna work. If your holding up the WALL then your missing the point. -Pharoah Monche
TEAR DOWN THIS WALL - RonaldReagan
Two into One
18
When one watches TV and another tries to get their attention its hard cause they are sucked in
What are you watching? What are you invested in?
Election makes a big sucking sound
19
I seen a werewolf drinking a pina coloda and traitor mix
His hair was perfect....
https://t.co/5iiQMqJS0B
20
For Satan is like a roaring lion seeking to devour who he may.
Jesus said "Lucky is the man who eat the lion for he will stay man. Unfortunate is the man who is eaten by the lion for he will become lion.
In those days you only ate what was dead not a live animal"
Legion. Hive
21.
The EYE OF THE NEEDLE
It was simply a passage way through a city wall.
Camels couldn't pass without first dropping their cargo
Enabling passageway
If your a Camel
What is your cargo?
It's your spiritual investment in certain things that are manmade
https://t.co/cDCSTMz9DW
22.
Just WANDERERS
Or Gypsies dirty Pikeys.
You like dags?
Nothing to see here folks move along
Just passing through
https://t.co/KSA0K8Z2e8
23.
I don't see Americans dance anymore
More of a riotous bunch
Their going places.... not heaven but places....
Lake of Fire?
I'm so sick of not having Freedom
What a terrible view to have
I'm not a moth drawn to flame
I want EVERGREEN hallways for my astral shoes
IN N OUT
24.
Blessed are you who look and find the Beast the Devil himself. For he is man truly in your time. Those who worship his image will go with him into the pit. Blessed are they who recognize HIM and flee from his worship Run unto your refuge Run unto the truth Faith is the Fuel Eagles give a free ride outta here
25.
I only speak of a doorway that YOU CARRY
You think I persuade?
Cmon. Get over yourself.
You CARRY IT so someone put it there right?
I could care less if you SMOKE or DRINK
But sometimes there is the election of your life And theres 2 choices
Y👈FP
https://t.co/FtqFHJCsjh
26
Make your own path
PATHFINDER
Like a RAM
Right through the wall
Seek and Ye will Find
27
Trumps a great choice
And Biden not so much
But to choose God is a freedom unimaginable
The master instructed "Be Passerbys"
Look at it all you want but dont invest your being. I speak of what's inside you. A spark now a glow
Soon
A Bonfire
Storm
https://t.co/tPkYuUHoQp
28
Every one loves Jesus
How many have faith that The Kingdom of Heaven is within them?
To forgive is huge especially if you were given a sneak peek at the plan. Some YUGE ones are there to forgive for your good.
Your dumping your heart out for this movie.
Lets turn the page
29
We fight the horde playing those mind games.
Imagination coupled only with childlike innocence through purity even as a tall man feels lucid
Anyone seen my perception channel changer? TIMES A TICKIN. My show is on a different channel.
https://t.co/WON4eseJTu
30
Confident minds well versed and studied can even fall in the pit
The true survivor places his confidence not in any of his own ways but in the way of the Lord
31
Jesus Offers Something
He even wrote it down
Put your eggs in his basket
Make sure you still have plenty left
32
No more crooked paths
You walk from shade to light from unsure footing to solid footing
The illusion may have you thinking your walking straight
But no
Clean those feet
He will always clean them for you
33
You want better Jobs You want more Respect You want more Wealth You want more YOU FIRST thinking You want the Best Security the best Education
You want it for FREE SAME stuff wouldn't you like some of what your missing?
Gotta Work
Got the manual?
https://t.co/Th6AROBOSA
34
Cmon Cmon Up
You know if my house gets in my way baby you know I burn it down
I have loosened my grip on things known to grasp things unknown
https://t.co/dcjjytLtsu
35
Some are just like posie bushes
Nice nice smell
Shit. Been sniffing posies too long
Forgot about my Universal partner
She is the color of a Rose
Crimson
Rosy Cross Lover C.
Mystery?

https://t.co/ZlA1hsrFW5
36
How much is gonna take? How many more bites of yourself until your full. Got an appetite for that looking glass yum. Consuming seems so 4D Tired of Eating
Sometimes. Enough is Enough. https://t.co/5Dw4d5p6V8
37
In order to hop on the ride one must have a ticket.
For we all jump on at the same time and roll out.
One must not worship the beast and follow him into the pit
Run unto the ever living one
38
Sticks and Stones can break bones
The Beast steals souls
But those who find freedom will drawn in all their currents and overflow
What good is your job if it keeps you from missing the hitchhike outta here?
Let's go up the country
Hold on loosely but dont let go until you know the time has come
Moths seek a flame
But the wise moth seek the flame few can see
39
Blessed are you who have found the Beast and his False Prophet
For many who hate the beast and who love the beast will not recognize him
Beware Black Holes with no bottom
Sometimes you want to see what's just around the corner
Not this time
You wanna jump off the ride and take a leap of faith
You will get a push
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2020.09.27 03:21 BrunoIvan343 I carly ep 2

Which is why I say the potato is superior to the sports bra. And if you don't believe us, try making French fries out of a sports bra. Okay! Next on iCarly, we're gonna talk about the doorman who works in the lobby of this building. - His name is Lewbert. - The meanest man alive. We hate his guts. And so you can hate Lewbert's guts just as much as us We asked our technical producer, Freddie Say yo to the people, Freddie. Yo, to the people. How you all doing out there? That's enough, Freddie. Anyway, we've been secretly videotaping Lewbert for almost a week. So let's take a look at some of the highlights. - Freddie, roll the clip. - Playback. Okay. And there's Lewbert sitting at his desk. Just a nasty little man working in the lobby. And if you look real close, you can see his wart. Zoom in on it, Freddie. Digital zoom. There it is, living happily right on Lewbert's face. I call that wart Little Lewbert. Zoom out. Okay, see that lady? Watch what happens. - Out! - I just need to check my mail. - No dogs in my lobby! - I will leave in a minute! Now! Out! You know what? I pay rent in this building. This is not right that you are treating us like this. He's arguing with a pomegranate. - Pomeranian. - Whatever. Okay, okay, now watch Lewbert closely. See that little kid with a balloon right next to him? - Mommy! That man ate my cookie! - You took my son's cookie? No! No way. How dare you! - You are so cruel! - I'm cruel? You have crumbs falling all over your face and all over my face. Security! That man took my son's cookie. What are you going to do about it? - You see what he did? - Did you see that? As you can see, Lewbert's a bad person. which we call, - "Messin' with Lewbert. " - "Messin' with Lewbert. " - And there's Lewbert, live. - I'll dial the lobby downstairs. Main lobby. And that concludes this segment of - "Messin' with Lewbert. " - "Messin' with Lewbert. " Who is this? What up, my peeps? Wow, that greeting was uncool in so many ways. Yeah? Well, uncool is the new cool. Wow, that comeback was uncool in so many ways. - All right, you know what, Sam? - What, Freddie? - Why don't you tell me what. - I am a human being. - You're a human being? - I deserve respect! - You deserve a brain. - At least I have a brain! No, you don't have a brain. You have nose hairs - What'd you just do? - What was that? See, when you have a cat, that's how you get them to stop misbehaving. You just spritz them with some water. - Well, you can't do that to us. - We're not cats. Yeah, just put your little bottle Spencer! Dinner time! You guys staying for dinner? - Yeah, I got no place to go. - Sure. I'm here. One sec. - So, what's for dinner? - We're having my special spaghetti. Nice-looking meatballs. Hey, your guys' web show was pretty awesome tonight. I loved how you guys zoomed in on Lewbert's big old wart. I wonder what'd happen if you squeezed that thing. You think some kind of Lewberty goo would squirt out of it? I just wish we could get more people watching the show. The same number of people watched iCarly this week as last week. That's the problem. Our show's getting better and better, so more people should be watching it. Why do you guys care how many people are watching? Why do we care? You're an artist. When you create a new sculpture, do you want two people to see it or do you want two million people to see it? Two million. So, ideas? Yeah. Your spaghetti could use more garlic. I think Carly's spaghetti is great. Then why don't you put some down your pants. Because maybe I don't want to put pasta down my pants! Maybe you should try All right, look. We all know that making a good show is important. And so is getting more people to watch. So, what if we each come up with a cool way - to get more people to watch. - Yeah. And then we show our ideas to the iCarly audience. And we let them vote on who came up with the best idea? Right, like a contest. That way we do a good show and get more viewers. - I'm on Carly's team. - Teams? She said "each. " And why do you get to be on Carly's team? 'Cause "each" sounds like a lot of work. Relax, buddy. I'll be on your team. - Seriously? - Yeah, I got time. - You're not still dating that girl? - She only liked me for my socks. - That's weird. - Is it? - Well, okay then. We're partners. - Partners! Perfect. So it's me and Sam versus Freddie and Spencer. Team with the best idea to get more viewers wins. Okay. But I think the team that loses should have some penalty. Hasn't life already penalized you enough? - That's for being mean. - It was worth it. All right, come on. What should the losers have to do? I'm gonna say, losing team has to touch Lewbert's wart. Yeah! I mean Hey, Freddie. Man! - What are you doing? - Bleeding. - Why are you here? - We are gonna win the contest. I came up with an insanely awesome way to get more people watching your guys' webcast. - Tell me. - We get a bunch of fireworks, right? And not the lightweight consumer-grade stuff. I'm talking Fourth of July razzle-dazzle. - Razzle-dazzle? - Yes, both. Then, at night, we launch the fireworks off the roof of our building, and they explode spelling out "iCarly. Com" in the sky. - Can we really do that? - No. So I came up with something else. A sign. - A sign? - A big sign. One that lights up all different colours and says, - "Please go online to iCarly. Com. " - Yeah, yeah, that's good. We should hang it someplace like Like over a really busy highway. Thousands of people will see it when they drive by. You are a tiny genius. Well, well. Look what the janitor swept up. Spencer Shay. I thought I'd seen the last of you eight years ago when you graduated. But, sadly, you're back. Nice to see you, Ms Briggs. Or, now that I'm older, may I call you Margaret? - You may not! - Why? My name is Francine! Now get out before I give you detention. I'm 26. You can't give me detention. Then I give you detention. - One week. - What? - You don't scare him. - Yes, she does. - Get out! - No. - Two weeks detention. - Dude! Get out of here! No, no, no, no, wait. I am not letting this lady Spencer Shay, you have 30 seconds to leave or else Freddie gets expelled. Go! - I got it! I got it! - You thought of an idea for the contest? No. You remember at lunch, that piece of corn I got stuck in my teeth? - No. - Well, here it is! And thank you, for flicking your used corn onto my floor. Now, give me that. You gotta help me think of an idea. All right. - Right after we watch Seattle Beat. - No. - Please? Come on - No, we're not watching the show. - We're watching Seattle Beat. - No, we're not. I'm not gonna let you. - We're watching the show! Come on. - No, I don't want to watch it. Okay, fine! Okay, you may like the old drummer better, but I still say they're the best band happening in Seattle today. And to prove it, you're gonna see 'em right here on Seattle Beat, live, coming up in less than a half hour. Is that cool? And how about you people outside the Seattle Beat window? I got it. I know how we're gonna get a ton more people to watch our webcast. - Does it involve dental floss? - No, why? I think that piece of corn had a friend. Listen! You see those people outside the window on Seattle Beat? Yeah. You and I are gonna make a big banner. I enjoy big banners. And we're gonna take it down to Seattle Beat and hold it up right in front of that window for this whole city to see. That's brilliant. Everybody watches Seattle Beat. - Well, say thank you. - Why? I thought of it. - Yeah, but I thought of watching TV. - Let's just go make the banner. All right, let's banner it up. Okay, okay. I'm coming. I'll go. I'll go. I'll go upstairs. I'm hurrying. I'm hurrying. I'm hurrying. I'm going. Hey, that's my thighs. Hurry! It's about to rain. I'm right behind you and it's already raining. Come on. Pardon me, ma'am. I'm really sorry. Move. Step aside, here. We're from the Internet. - We just need to get through right now. - Sorry. So, just move. Yeah. - Hold it up high! - Let's spread the word, baby. Move! We're from the Internet. Get ready, Seattle! And if you like what you just heard, you can catch that band live at The Showbox next weekend. That sign is messed up. We're gonna have to touch Lewbert's wart. Okay, I got the ground wire attached. Let's see if we got a hot circuit. - No, no, no, no, no, no, no. - Why no? Seven times? 'Cause you're a child, and this is high-voltage stuff, and you're not even wearing safety goggles. See, you gotta be extra careful when you're And that is why we wear safety goggles. Hey. - Do I smell barbecue? - No, that's my burning flesh. - What's that? - Soggy banner. Our plans to get more viewers didn't go too well. Yeah, like how the Titanic staying afloat didn't go too well. Come on, maybe a few people read our sign. Before the rain ruined all our hard work and made us sad. Yeah. We could still win. Yeah, I don't think so. I think me and Spencer are gonna win, and you two are gonna have to touch Lewbert's wart. I feel bad for you, Carly. Not for you. - Sore loser. - You haven't won yet. What are you guys planning to do? You'll find out. Now, if you'll excuse us, we have a contest to win. No offence, Carly. Come on, let's go dry off. Remember, iCarly goes live in three hours. - We'll be ready. - To win. Still no offence, Carly. All right, kid. Help me get this puppy down to the lobby. Okay, but then I gotta come back up here and help get ready for the show. I understand. - Who's that? - It's my buddy with the truck. Hey, you downstairs? Okay, we'll bring it downstairs, then me and you can load it on the back of your truck. Okay, down in five. Now let's get this sign on the road. Freddie? - Yo, Fred-o? - Help me. Okay, on our last webcast, Sam and I told you to go to iCarly. Com and click that feedback button. And man, you people clicked on that sucker like it was your job. So first, we wanna say thanks. - Thanks. - Thanks. And second, we wanna show you a video clip sent in by three iCarly viewers from Denver, Colorado. Freddie, play that clip. - Some people might say please. - Yeah. I didn't. Playback. Hey, Carly and Sam. We love your guys' web show. - Love it! - Yeah! Okay, okay, good. We got an important question for you. Can you drink spaghetti and meatballs? - Spaghetti and meatballs! - Spaghetti and meatballs! Okay, we have no idea why that guy in the middle was wearing a bunny suit. But it did get our attention. And so did the question, "Can you drink spaghetti and meatballs?" We gonna find out. Okay, we invited the little boy who lives two floors down to come up here and be our little tester. So, get out here, Emmett! - This is Emmett. He doesn't talk much. - Isn't that right? See? Luckily, Emmett will eat or drink anything. Seriously! One time Sam dropped a quarter. Emmett ate it. I got it back three days later. Okay, Emmett. We wanna know. Can you drink spaghetti and meatballs? So first, we take this spaghetti. And the meatballs. You gotta love spherical meat. We put it in the blender. - There we go. - Ready? And press frappé. - You ready, kid? - Go for it. - And there you have it. - You can drink spaghetti and meatballs. Now get out of here, Emmett. You creep me out. Yes, you can have the rest. Okay, now, we're gonna do something we've never done before. Tell us what it is, Carly. We thought it'd be fun to have a contest. Me and Carly against our technical producer, Freddie. Who teamed up with my older brother, Spencer. To see which team could come up with the best idea to get more people to watch iCarly. Sadly, our plan didn't go too great. Check it out. And if you like what you just heard, you can catch that band at The Showbox next weekend. So be sure That sign is messed up. Okay, obviously, that sign won't be getting us any more viewers. Our project failed. But luckily, we weren't the only ones with a plan this week. So let's go to my brother, Spencer, live on a remote camera to tell us about his and Freddie's idea. Okay, going to Spencer, live. Hey, Spencer, how's it going out there? What's up, Spence? - Spencer? - Hello? - Put the taco down. - Are you there? - Can he hear us? - Yeah, he should be able to. - Try now. - Hey, Spencer! Hey, Carly, Sam. You guys owe me half a taco. Yeah. So tell us what you're planning to do out there. Well, I'm currently standing by the interstate near the Lumford on-ramp in downtown Seattle. Now, as you can see, there are literally many cars. I'll show you. Literally many cars passing by every minute. Which makes this the perfect place to hang a gigantic, luminescent sign. Like this! Behold the sign! Are you beholding it? We're beholding it. And since we're good sports, I have to say that sign does deserve a Good job, Spencer. You too, Freddie. Thank you, Carly. In your face, Sam. Carly, Sam. You cannot understand how awesome this sign looks from out here. It is so dazzlingly bright, I swear, it's like What's going on out there, Spencer? Well, it seems our sign is so bright and dazzling, it distracted one of the drivers below. Actually, two of the drivers Three of the Literally many of the drivers below are being distracted by our extremely dazzling sign. Quick! Turn it off! - Turn it off! - Okay. I will now turn off the sign. - That's not "off!" - Spencer! - Dude! - Man. I am pressing the buttons, literally all of them, trying to turn off the sign. You're gonna overload the circuits! - "Pee on Carl"? - Turn that off! I'm trying! If the stupid cars would just Don't look at the sign! Stop beholding the sign! I stepped on my taco. Wait, wait, and read this one. - Insane. - Unbelievable. - I know, can you believe this? - I said unbelievable. I'm sorry, I thought you said you were doofy and annoying. All right, one more comment like that Try not to kill each other while I get the door. - He belong to you? - Yes, sir. He's my brother. Thank you, Officer. Do you have any lotion? No! Now, I'm letting you off with a warning. But next time you cause one of the worst traffic jams in Seattle history, you will get arrested. I think that sounds fair. What were you thinking? Putting up a sign telling people to pee on Carl? It was a terrible mistake, Officer Carl. Well, that was And just so you know, I did have lotion. Cucumber melon. - That was weird. - Yeah, that was weird. - Yeah, that was not right. - That was messed up. Anyway, sorry I kind of ruined your webcast tonight. - You didn't. - Come here. What? We were just reading the comment boards. Listen to this one. "The spaghetti in the blender made me LOL. But I swear, "when your brother's banner said, 'Pee on Carl,' "I almost peed myself. " Now read the one below it, about Seattle Beat. Yeah, here. "Carly, loved seeing you and Sam on Seattle Beat. "Sorry about the wet banner, but that was hilarious. "I'm gonna forward that clip to every kid in my school. Rock on, iCarly!" Sweet. How many comments like that? - Tons. - People are linking to us. - Telling their friends. - Okay, so wait, wait, wait. We all failed miserably trying to get you guys more viewers for iCarly. And yet it is precisely those miserable failures that are getting you guys more viewers for iCarly. - Right. - Yeah, that's it. Insanity. - Hey, we almost forgot the best part. - Yeah? - What? - Since all of us pretty much lost the contest, none of us have to touch Lewbert's wart. - Yeah. - That's right. Well then I say, let's go get us some low-fat cheese-less vegetarian pizza! - And some cucumber melon lotion? - Please! Hey guys, I love iCarly. Now watch me pick my nose with my toes.
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2020.09.26 17:56 FellenRoe Quests within quests - Part 4

Wishing I'd come up with a better title for this, but too late for that now. Enjoy.
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This is my first visit to Springtide, yet it feels instantly familiar. There must be a dozen settlements along this stretch of coast built from the same bright white stone. I could be standing in any one of them right now. The only feature that makes Springtide unique is its deeper-than-average harbour, which is fortuitous for me.
Only a large ship will take me all the way to Maiden’s Cove. Normally, large ships only trade with large towns. Goods are then distributed to the surrounding towns and villages by increasingly smaller vessels (and inland by caravans, of course). However, thanks to its deep harbour and its road links to the inland mining settlements, Springtide frequently plays host to large trade ships. Hopefully, one heading north is due by soon.
I learned many seafaring skills in my time aboard the Uy-Imu, under the tutelage of Captain Griff, with whom I still share a bond. It is my hope that I will be able to trade work for passage.
Morien and I head to the local trade house and there we learn that the next ship bound for Maiden’s Cove is due in two days. Despite this short delay, I will still reach my destination much sooner than if I had travelled by land.
I then ask the trader if he knows of anyone suitable for the lawman post in Ember. Not around here, he says bitterly. I'm not sure what he means by this, but I suspect that Ember is not the only settlement in the Eastern Havens that has been having problems.
I trade some of my items for a whetstone and some oil. Then I head outside, find a sunny spot on a stone terrace overlooking the ocean, and set about cleaning my weapons. I take my time, stopping to eat and drink at noonday. I am just pondering my next move, when I see a young boy running down the street, looking frantically about. When he sees me, he dashes over.
I recognise the boy from the caravan; he is Morien's nephew, Alban. He tells me that some men stormed their camp and dragged Morien away. It appears that the mercenaries I killed had friends here in town. They heard what happened in Ember and didn’t take the news well.
I ask Alban if he knows where they took Morien. He says yes. I gather up my weapons and follow his lead, but we only make it a few paces before two armed men step across the end of the terrace, blocking our way. I push Alban behind me.
It makes sense that the men who took Morien would come for me too. Even so, I demand to know their business. Their boss Lago wants to see me. One of the mercenaries I killed was his brother. They demand that I drop my weapons and come with them. Not a chance. I’d be an absolute fool to do as they say. Lago will quite obviously kill me for what I did to his brother. Better to kill these two and then visit Lago on my own terms. Hopefully, Morien will still be alive and I can attempt a rescue.
I raise my elven sword and shield. The first warrior charges in and I use his moment to roll him with my shield and send him tumbling over the terrace wall. There’s a bit of a drop to the next level, but unless he lands badly, it won’t be fatal. He’ll soon be back.
I exchange blows with the second man and we each come away from the initial flurry having drawn blood. We clash again and though he takes another deep cut to the thigh, he reciprocates with a painful blow to my head. As we part once more, I am able to shake it off. He looks decidedly less happy and is limping badly. Unfortunately, whatever advantage that might have given me is negated by the return of his partner.
They press their man advantage, spreading out to try to take me from both sides. Their attacks come simultaneously, but are poorly coordinated. Instead of one going high and the other low, they both raise their swords above their heads and chop downwards. I catch one strike on my shield and the other with my own blade. I bend my knees to absorb the impact and then thrust upwards with all the strength I can muster. The one pushing down on my shield is sent stumbling backwards. The other continues to grind his sword against my own. I kick him in his bleeding leg. He yelps in pain and buckles.
I spin quickly and swing my sword backhanded in a wide arc. The first guy was moving in for another strike, but is forced to backpedal to avoiding being beheaded. While he’s off balance, I make a stab for his gut, but he reacts just in time and turns my sword aside. Instead of sinking into his abdomen, it rakes along his side. Still, it puts me at an advantage. I swing high. He attempts to counter, but stretching up pulls on his wound and he falters. My sword sinks into his shoulder and he drops his weapon. I yank my sword free and then run him through.
I turn to face the second swordsman, but he is no longer kneeling where I left him. Instead, he is holding his sword to the boy's throat. This again. I sigh and drop my weapons. He flings the child over the wall and charges at me. At the last second, I dodge to the side, hoping that a sudden change of direction will be too much for his injured leg to take. He doesn’t even try to turn, just continues straight ahead and lashes out as he passes by. I feel the blade slice into me. He stops, turns and comes right back. Just before he reaches me, I turn and fling myself over the wall. He makes a desperate lunge, which only serves to put him of balance and he follows me over.
As I hit the ground, I tuck and roll, coming up with my knife at the ready. He lands on his bad leg and crumples. I move in and disarm him, then press my knife to his throat. He begs for his life, says he will tell me anything I want to know, if only I let him live. His fate depends on one thing alone.
I look back over my shoulder, to check on Alban’s condition. He is lying a short distance away, surrounded by a pool of blood. He landed awkwardly and looks to be dead.
I slit the bastard’s throat. I'll just have to manage without his insight.
I lift Alban’s body and carry it back to the travellers’ camp. I hear a woman cry out in anguish when she sees me approaching. I lay him down and step back. The woman runs over and cradles him in her arms, wailing. I ask those standing staring if they know where Morien is being held. One man points at a path leading away from the village, along the cliff top. I turn away from them and head straight for it. Maybe Morien still lives, maybe not. Either way, this Lago is a dead man.
On the far side of the headland, I discover what looks to be a small quarry, long disused and overgrown. In the bottom, there is a stone hut, with a thin wisp of smoke rising from the crumbling chimney stack. From my vantage point on the cliff top, I spot two armed guards. Following the well-trod path down into the quarry would be a bad idea; so instead, I traverse the ridge and look for another way down.
An alternative route soon presents itself and I descend slowly into the pit, taking care not to dislodge any loose stones and give away my position. Once down, I find myself on the opposite side of the building to both guards and I am able to creep right up to the rear wall, unseen.
I peer through a crack in the crumbling wall and see that there are three people inside the building – Morien and two others. One of these must be Lago. Morien is alive, but he is in bad shape. . It is unlikely that he will be able to aid me in his own rescue. It seems that Lago chose to torture him slowly, either to prolong his agony or just to pass the time until his men returned with me. I will have to face all four of these men alone. This is beginning to become a habit. After this, I’d really like to take a break from killing, maybe do some exploring or have a conversation. After.
If I can deal with the two men outside quickly and quietly, I will have halved the odds before the other two even know I’m here. And so, I move silently along the length of the building and peek round the corner. One of the guards is just a few steps away, facing the opposite direction, shoulder against the building. I creep up behind him, grab his head and plunge my knife into his neck. Unfortunately, the other guard chooses that exact moment to turn and look in our direction. He raises his crossbow and fires. He misses.
I sprint right at him. He quickly tries to reload, but fumbles. At the last second, he changes his mind, drops the crossbow and goes for his sword, but it is only half way out of its scabbard when I plough right into him, driving my knife deep into his gut.
I hear shouts from behind me. Lago and his remaining henchman have emerged from the hut. Both are heavily armed and heavily armoured. They begin to close the distance between us and I see that I have insufficient time to bring my own sword and shield to bear, so I run. In light armour, I am faster than these two iron-clad brutes and I gain enough distance to give me the few seconds I need. By the time they catch up, I am fully armed.
We clash. They are big men, with strong arms and long reaches. When they attack in unison, I am outmatched. Forced to cede ground as they chop and thrust, I can feel my arms weakening with every concussion blow.
I block a powerful swing from Lago with my shield, but as I do so, his henchman slices at my sword arm. His sword cuts deep and it almost causes me to drop my weapon. I dance back, out of reach. Lago sneers at me. I can still use the arm, but only so long as my adrenaline lasts. If this fight drags on, I’ll be in serious trouble.
They come again. This time, I run to the side. They try to follow, but Lago changes direction faster than his henchman and runs into him. They are only unbalanced for a fraction of a second, but it gives me an opening. I dart in and thrust my sword into the henchman's face. It goes in his eye. He roars in pain and lashes out wildly, missing me, but knocking Lago to the ground. I dodge the henchman’s flailing arms and stab him in the chest.
Turning back to Lago, I see him crawling after his dropped sword, so I step in and kick it away. Then I roll him onto his back and put the tip of my sword to his throat. I ask him politely if there are any more of his kind nearby who might seek revenge. He laughs. Yes, there are more of them – many, many more. Soon, this entire region will be beholden to the Lord of Stonetower. He will tell me no more, so I kill him.
The adrenaline fades and I suddenly feel bone tired, but I can’t stop yet. I need to get Morien and help him back to town before I am no longer capable. I head inside and find him alive and awake. His face is a pummelled mess, but when I cut him free, he is able to stand. Before we leave, he retrieves a folded sheet of paper from the table and slips it into my hand. I stuff it in my pocket without looking at it. We stumble slowly back to town, leaning on each other for support.
I return Morien safely to his family. I expect nothing from them, given my part in their child’s death, but to my surprise Morien insists otherwise. It was not my actions that triggered this tragic turn of events. I saved Razeena’s life and no doubt many more besides. The world is a safer place without those men in it. The price was too high, but what’s done is done. I am forgiven. I can’t help but remember how Razeena forgave Morien for that which befell Haf. One good deed deserves another, I seems. Maybe there is hope for us yet.
I stay with the travellers for the next few days to rest and recuperate. Morien’s wife Emelyn tends to my wounds. On the second day, she examines the deep cut on my arm and is pleasantly surprised at just how well it is healing. I joke that I am made of stern stuff. Then, after a moment’s thought, I suggest that maybe she has some magical healing abilities, just like the women in Deerwood. She denies it and offers up an alternative theory: maybe I’m the one with magic. I had never even considered such a thing. Maybe it is worth exploring. Magic would certainly aid me in my journey. I vow to myself to look into it.
In return for their hospitality, I teach the traveller’s a few fighting moves. They will stand little chance against trained warriors, but it might make a difference against lesser highwaymen.
Late on the second evening, when most of the other travellers have retired to their tents for the night, Morien walks over to the campfire and sits beside me. I take the folded parchment out of my pocket and we examine it together in the firelight. It is a map. It leads to a place called Stonetower. This is obviously where the rest of Lago’s crew are holed up - their main base of operations. From there, they intend to lead a campaign of terror and subjugation against the people of the Eastern Havens.
Morien begs me to stop them. He offers me a bond with his family if I rid the Eastern Havens of these raiders once and for all. I accept his terms and swear an iron vow. The first thing I’ll need to do is recruit some help. It looks like I am no longer seeking just a lawman for Ember, but someone to help me drive off the raiders and secure the safety of the region at large.
The following morning, a two mast merchant brig rounds the headland and drops anchor in Springtide’s harbour. Morien and I head down to the docks, where a number of locals are already waiting eagerly for an opportunity to do business.
The first crewman to disembark is an Elven woman. This is surprising in of itself, given that seafaring Elves are exceedingly rare – I know of only one other and thought that she was unique. I am even more astonished when Morien informs me that this is the ship’s captain.
Captain Ilsit of the Kinzura works her way along the dock, speaking with each of the gathered merchants in turn. Negotiations are brief. She is firm, but fair and everyone appears to go away satisfied.
Morien is able to offload his full shipment of mined minerals and receives an assortment of wares – including textiles, crafts and foodstuffs - in exchange. He assures me that he will have absolutely no problem finding buyers from these items when he returns to the inland towns and villages. When they are done, Captain Ilsit signals to her crew to begin unloading their cargo. Morien likewise signals to his family and they start unloading their wagons.
Having stood patiently aside as Ilsit conducted her business, I now take the opportunity to introduce myself and request a moment of her time. She notes the Ironsworn symbol engraved on my bracer and agrees. She suggests that we remove ourselves from the bustling dock and invites me to her cabin. Once there, she offers me a drink and we take a seat.
Initially, I am hesitant to tell her too much, but as soon as I mention the Dalanu Elves, she actually growls and then bids me tell her everything. So I do. When I beg passage to Maiden’s Cove, she doesn’t hesitate to say yes. I then ask her if she knows anything about the Dalanu that might help me in my quest, All she can tell me that they were cast out and are reviled. Exactly why, is a secret she is forbidden to reveal.
With business complete, the sip prepares to depart. I pay a last quick visit to the dockside to say goodbye to Morien. When I tell him that I plan to return this way a month from now, he says that he will try to be here to meet me and covey me back to Ember. I thank him once again and return to the ship. As soon as I step onto the deck, a crewman withdraws the gangplank and we immediately set sail.
We head north. There a several coastal villages between Springtide and Maiden's Cove, but none that we are scheduled to stop at. I spent the first part of the journey in Ilsit’s cabin. We talk for hours, discussing everything from her rise to the captaincy to my possible magical abilities.
On the subject of my magical potential, Ilsit offers me some information that may be worth following up on once we reach our destination. She has heard rumours that a woman in Maiden’s Cove called Ithela may once have been an Iron Priestess. Iron Priestesses are known for their use of ritual magics. This could very well be the starting point I’m looking for. Whether or not the rumours are actually true, and whether Ithela would be willing and able to help me, is something I will have to discover for myself.
Some time later, I find myself outside on the deck, enjoying the open sky and a refreshing ocean breeze. I look off the port side to the west and can just make out the Ironlands on the distant horizon. It made little sense to hug the coastline as it retreated to the west, knowing that the sinuous curve of the land puts our destination to the north northwest, so for a time we sail across open sea.
An hour south of Maiden’s Cove, we find ourselves close to the shore once more. I take this as a cue to begin preparing myself mentally for the next step of the quest. However, my thoughts are interrupted by a warning shout from the ship’s lookout. Danger ahead. Whirlpool. It is too big to avoid and sail right in.
As we enter the vortex, the ship lurches violently and leans so far to starboard that I lose my footing and go tumbling into the ballustrade, hitting my head. The ship rights itself and I pull myself upright, blood streaming down my face. Dammit if I haven’t lost my sea legs. Holding tight to the rail, I look around to see how the rest of the crew are faring. Everyone appears fine, if a little fraught. We haven’t lost anyone overboard.
We circle the vortex half a dozen times, but we somehow maintain a position close to the edge. I see the Captain standing at the opposite rail, staring intently into the water at I know not what. At a guess, she is watching the currents. Suddenly, she starts bellowing orders to the crew and the ship rockets forward, breaking free of the maelstrom and crossing back to calmer waters. I have no idea what just happened or how we escaped, but I am immensely thankful for the skill of the Captain and her crew. I look back at the whirlpool and wonder if it is natural or is it is somehow connected to the strange weather phenomena I am investigating. I’m not sure I’d want to return there to study it.
We continue on our way. As we near our destination, we pass several ships heading in the opposite direction. Ilsit orders her crew to signal a warning to each other them; the danger of the anomaly must be shared with all who sail in that direction. Ilsit also says that she will report this to the Harbour Master as soon as we arrive in Maiden’s Cove.
The Cove is sheltered from the harsh northern weather by the protective arm of the Grey Peninsula. Between the peninsula and the mainland is a long wide channel that leads directly north to the harbour and town in its armpit.
Just before we dock, I ask Ilset where might be a good place to seek information here in town. She suggests that I accompany her to the Cave. I look at her quizzically. She informs me that the Cave is a meeting place for sailors to exchange information, seek work, report pirate activity, etc. It is where the Harbour Master resides. He is in charge of comings and goings, and plenty more besides. If I have questions, he is the one I should ask.
When we dock, Captain Ilsit leaves her first officer to tend to the ship and its cargo, and we disembark. I follow her lead. We walk to the end of the dock, up a few steps and across a footbridge, which leads us to a hole in the cliff face - a literal cave.
I expect it to be dark and damp inside the Cave, but I couldn’t be more wrong. A short entrance corridor opens out into a bright and airy space, lit by a large glass and iron skylight. The floor is smooth and level; a haphazard mosaic of bare rock, stone tiles and wooden planks.
In the centre of the room is large round table, currently occupied by three men deep in conversation. One of them notes us immediately, acknowledges Ilsit with a subtle nod and then returns his attention to his companions. I take this to be the Harbour Master.
We take a seat at one of the dozen or so small tables lining the walls and wait our turn. Without be prompted, a young serving boy brings us drinks and pastries. It is all very civilised. This is not the rowdy dockside watering hole I was expecting.
We don't have to wait long for our turn with the man in charge. When the other two men leave, I expect to be beckoned to the main table, but instead, the Harbour Master comes to us. He is dressed smartly in a shirt, waist coat and smart trousers. He greets us warmly, addressing Ilsit as Captain and me as Ironsworn. He introduces himself as Quinn and asks what he can do to help. Ilsit bids him sit.
She tells Quinn about the whirlpool we encountered, so that he can share this information with other sailors. He thanks us and sends someone to pass it on to his dockhands. He says that has heard rumours of such things in the north, near the Tempest Hills, but never this close to home and never from such a reliable source as Ilsit.
Now it’s my turn. He seems trustworthy, so I tell him about my quest. I seek the help of a man named Lestara. I am in luck. Lestara is here in town. This is a rare occurrence, as he usually spends most of his time on the road. He has just returned from an expedition and is taking a brief respite before heading off on his next adventure. If I’m quick, I should be able to catch him before he leaves again. The bad news is that I’m not the only one looking for him. Some Elves have been asking after him too. Almost certainly they are Dalanu. On the plus side, this means that I’m definitely on the right track.
Quinn tells me that Lestara has a house on the outskirts of town, up on the ridge. I have to assume that the Elves already know this. They are likely already there. Hopefully, I will arrive in time to interrupt whatever they have planned.
Before I leave, Quinn makes a request. Maiden's Cove is on the edge of Elven territory. The town cannot get caught in the middle of an Elven clan war. I should do nothing to put the town in danger. That will be easier said than done if these Elves are anything like the ones I faced in Deerwood, but I pledge to do my best.
As I contemplate this conundrum, an idea suddenly springs to mind. I still have the Dalanu clan signet ring that I took off one of the dead Elves in Deerwood. The Elves may be divided into separate clans, but they are one race. There are no discernible physical differences between them. If Ilsit wears the Dalanu signet ring, she may be able to fool the Elves into thinking she is one of them. If so, she could obtain valuable information about their plans. I ask her if she is willing to try this and she agrees. We head out.
We make our way across town and I keep an eye out for trouble. We encounter no Elves along the way. When we arrive as Lestara’s home, Ilsit walks up to the front door and knocks. I stay out of sight.
An Elf answers the door. Before he gets a chance to say anything, she hits him a barrage of question of her own: Did they find the grave robber? Has he been secured? Has he provided anything useful? She exudes confidence and authority; ever the ship’s captain. Off balance, the Elf doesn't know how to react. She bids him summon his superior and he complies, disappearing inside the house. So far, so good.
Moments later another Elf emerges from the dwelling. Not as gullible as the first, he eyes Ilsit suspiciously, hand on his sword. He isn't buying it. So to help sell her story, I step out from my hiding place and draw my spear. Ilsit doesn't miss a beat. She ushers the other Elf back inside, draws her sword and advances on me. We have to assume that they are watching from the windows. If we want them to trust her, this has to look real. We clash weapons.
Unfortunately, the Elves inside the house take it upon themselves to intervene. One of them steps outside, draws a bow and fires an arrow at me. The arrow skims just wide of its mark, drawing a thin line of blood along the side of my neck. That was far too close for comfort. I look at Ilsit, then at the Elves. What the hell are we going to do? Ilsit makes a decision. She presses forward with a flurry of heavy blows that no longer feel like play acting. Knocking my spear to the side, she steps in and strikes me on the side of the head with her pommel; not hard enough to do any real damage, but enough to look convincing. I fall to the ground, feigning injury.
Ilsit sheaths her sword and takes my spear. Beckoning the Elves, she orders them to pick me up and carry me inside. They comply. She appears to have won their trust – for now at least. As two Elves come forward and grab me by the arms, I try to stay limp. They drag me into the house. Ilsit follows. Let’s see how long we can keep up the ruse.
[That's as far as I've got. Been experiencing a bit of writer's block since then. Haven't played for weeks. Have enjoyed writing it up for sharing though. Hopefully, someone is enjoying reading my nonsense. Now that I'm up to date, it's time to get back into it. Hopefully, I'll get some inspiration soon and away we go. Funny how it ebbs and flows].
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2020.09.26 01:59 delta-201 [Melas] - Chapter 61: Saved and Spent

Synopsis:
A young woman finds herself dead and is given the chance to reincarnate in another world with cheat-like magic powers. She accepts, only to find that the world treats magic users the same way ours did— by hunting them down and killing them for heresy.
My name is MELAS?! As in Salem backwards? Oh my God, and my mother is a Witch. I am SO going to be burned at the stake!
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Water, earth, fire, fire, air, earth, fire, air.
Earth, air, fire, air, fire, water, earth.
Water, fire, air, water.
I glanced down at the final combination of symbols; it was not a common sight to see water paired with fire, since the two were supposed to be diametrically opposed in their real elemental forms. But this was simply a representation— the symbols were named as such because they roughly resembled the elements, however they were not the direct equivalence of said elements.
The theory behind these symbols was a result of complex observations, with its origins stemming from the Great Hero Xander himself. There were basic fundamental rules to creating working runes to draw the power out of a mana crystal— such as how increasingly complex polygons made out of the fire symbol would generally increase the energy drawn from the mana crystal— yet it was entirely possible to create a brand new, working rune out of a random shape with an arbitrary arrangement of the symbols.
So far, I had been making simple shapes: ones that had been studied thoroughly and was good for training, but had little practical use for real mana tools. It was like learning calculus as a mathematics major hoping to pursue a Doctorate in Mathematics in the future— I had a long way to go before I could create the kinds of tools my Dwarven companion did.
I was diligent, but I was not a genius.
I picked the piece of paper up, and inspected it carefully; there were no mistakes that I could see, which instilled in me a sense of accomplishment. I proudly laid the sheet back down onto the table, admiring my work for just a moment longer.
Then the door to the room swung open, and I craned my neck away from the paper lain on the desk to see Gennady enter the room. The rotund man strutted in, his heavy footfalls thumping on the hard wooden floor as he lifted his hood.
“Welcome back,” I greeted him, standing up and stretching my back after being seated for over an hour.
“Ya are one studious kid, you know that right?” he commented as he peered over my shoulder. “Good job. You got everything right this time.”
I was just about to grin in response when the Dwarf smacked me across the back. Ouch, still not used to that. I rubbed the spot and the light sting quickly went away. Then I finally asked the question that had been in my mind.
“So,” I started, “how did it go?”
“Other than the fact that I had to keep even lower than I usually am? Pretty damned good if I had to say so myself.”
He placed both hands on his bed, and hefted himself up onto it; he pulled out a small metallic flask and drank from it.
“I managed to speak to a few guys, and they said they could arrange a meeting between us and these two smugglers. They’re one of the best in the city.”
I lifted an eyebrow, and tilted my head to the side. “Are they trustworthy though?” I asked. “That’s more important than how good they are at their job. They could be amazing, but if they betray us, it doesn’t matter.”
The Dwarf furrowed his brows, and sighed. “Lass, has anyone ever told you that you are sometimes very paranoid?”
“What’s wrong with erring on the side of caution?”
“Nothing.” He shook his head and stood up. “I hear that they’ve never failed a job. But the thing is, they’re used to smuggling goods out and into the city, not people. There isn’t much illegal slave trafficking coming out of Luke by sea, and people who try to flee the country generally do so through land by the southern border.” He took another swig of his alcohol.
“Good,” I said, nodding curtly. “I prefer it that way. I’d rather not deal with slavers or people who aid slavers. It just doesn’t sit well with me.”
“Because it’s illegal?”
“Because it’s evil,” I corrected the Dwarf, before changing topics. “So, where will we be meeting these smugglers?”
“They have a hideout in a tavern near the docks. That’s on the northern side of the harbor, so we won’t have to worry about running into too much trouble, I hope.”
Right, trouble, I thought, remembering the reason why Gennady had to wear that cloak over his head, and I was staying in the inn by myself: there were very angry sailors on the lookout for us— as confirmed by Gennady— after the incident at the main pier area a few days ago. And it did not help that we tricked the guards to buy us some time so we could escape.
Were we wanted by the guards for tricking them? Probably not. However, picking a fight with dozens of sailors was probably against some law in Laxis, which meant that the city guards were keeping at least one eye out for us; we were not criminals, but there was most definitely a hefty fine we had to pay for partaking in a brawl.
Gennady wanted to avoid paying it if we could, and I did not disagree with that sentiment. So due to both those reasons, we were keeping on the down low while searching for a way out of this city.
I walked over to the closet, and pulled out my ‘Aria’ disguise. “Well then, let’s get going,” I said to the Dwarf.
He frowned, scratching his scruffy beard. “Right now?” he asked. “I arranged a meeting for tonight.”
“We want to scout out the place first, of course,” I replied casually, taking off my pointed hat. “Plus, I’m sick and tired of being locked up in this room. Maybe I can look around for anything I might want to buy in the market. You’ve bought your Superior mana crystals, well I want something of my own too.”
“Aight, if that’s what you want.” Gennady gave a noncommittal shrug.
“Now, if you’ll excuse me,” I said, gesturing at the door. “Could you please get out?” I held my change of clothes up, indicating I needed some privacy.
“Right.” He hurriedly left the room.


I carefully inspected the array of mana crystals before me, reaching for one that was about the size of my hand and held it up against the lamplight. The blue-green gemstone glimmered, reflecting the shine into my eyes; it was bright.
I had read in A Tinkerer's Guide— one of the books Gennady had loaned me— that mana crystals of higher quality had highly reflective surfaces whereas lower quality mana crystals did not. This was due to the difference in the mana density inside each crystal, with an increase in mana leading to a more opaque body that allows less light to pass through. And yet, it was easy to mistake the light refracting through a translucent mana crystal as light being reflected on its surface, which often caused many without a discerning enough eye to be scammed out of their silver or gold.
I squinted, making a hole with my fingers and looking through it as though it would help me see better; it did, but by a small margin. I was almost certain that this mana crystal was worth its price— it was a Lesser mana crystal of ostensibly high quality costing 6 gold coins: that seemed like a steal to me.
“Hey Gennady,” I called out to my Dwarven companion. “Is this one any good?”
“That?” He frowned, and took the mana crystal out of my hand; he scrutinized it for a moment, then waved his hand dismissively. “Bah, it’s only a Lesser, and it’s barely above average. Maybe for its price it’s good, but otherwise I wouldn’t buy it.”
I nodded. “Thanks,” I said, and turned to the store owner. “I’ll take it.”
The woman smiled eagerly, rubbing her hands together as I completed the transaction; I managed to haggle the price down to 5 gold and 10 silver— it was only a two silver discount, but that was worth over a dozen meals, or a few nights in most regular inns.
I returned to Gennady as he crossed his thick arms over his broad chest; I inclined my head to the side. “What?” I asked.
“I told you not to buy it— it wasn’t even a good,” he said.
“Are you saying it’s not good because it’s not a Superior mana crystal, or are you saying it’s not good because I was scammed out of my money?”
“Well, uh, it’s...” the Dwarf stammered, scratching the side of his beard. “I was more leaning towards the former,” he finally said.
“Exactly.” I smiled, and placed a hand on his right shoulder. “I got it because it was what I was looking for, and you told me it’s good for its price. I was taking your advice, don’t worry.”
“But if you’re planning on getting a mana crystal to practice with, you should at least start with Inferiors, not Lessers,” he objected.
“I’m not planning on using this just yet,” I said, placing the blue-green gemstone into a small pouch, and tying it closed. I attached it to my leather belt, and strolled past Gennady. “It’s not for practice now. It’s for when we’re at sea and I’ve already mastered working on Inferiors. I’m planning ahead.” I gestured for him. “Come on,” I said, “let’s get going. We don’t want to be late.”
We left the shop and headed towards the docks; we passed by ships that were not currently being used— many of them looked as though they had been left in disrepair for months— while others seemed as though they were having improvements added onto them. It was mostly empty of life however, since it was evening, and the little noise we heard came from the nearby bars, taverns, or inns which were beginning to teem with life at the end of twilight.
I followed Gennady as we made our way through the cobble street, finally stopping a block away from our destination. “There it is,” he said. “The Merlion’s Alcove.”
I glanced at the small, wooden building; it was a much more subdued tavern than the ones we had seen on the way here, yet there were clearly suspicious people making their way for this spot. With a name like that and with people as shady as this, you really can’t be more obvious that this is a cover!
“Let’s take a look around,” I said.
We spent the next hour loitering around the area; the brilliant vermillion sunset was covered over by the thick, dark clouds before it had fully disappeared beyond the horizon, and a light pattering of rain began to fall upon us.
The drizzle slowly got heavier and heavier, and when it looked as though it would turn into a full-blown storm; Gennady and I had seen nothing indicating that we would run into any trouble in the tavern, so we decided to finally enter the tavern.
The double doors swung open with a hard push, as the bottom of the wood frame scratched across the floor. The tavern, which didn’t seem lively from the outside, actually had some minor activity on the inside; the thick walls must have prevented noise from leaking out, which led to my earlier assumption.
Regardless, it was almost evidently a facade: the bards playing in the corner evoked too large of a reaction from the early night crowd, and the boisterous laughter of sober men as they chatted only made the scene all-the-more jarring. I made sure to keep my hood up as a few faces inconspicuously eyed Gennady and I from their seats.
The Dwarf waded his way straight to the bar, plopping himself on one of their stools as his hood fell off his head. I wanted to throw it right back on, but it was already too late; the barkeep looked over him once over and nodded.
“What do you want?”
Gennady grinned in response, gesturing past the barkeep. “I want your best whiskey in the house— no, the cellar. And add in a nice strawberry on top. With one of those little pink umbrellas. Make sure to mix it with a good dose of nylos, I want it as bitter as possible.”
The barkeep raised an eyebrow, and slowly said, “That’s… a long way to order our special drink. But I do believe that’s not a problem.” He lifted the small wooden barrier separating us from the bar counter, and ushered us towards a door. “You can find someone able to set you up with your drink inside,” he said.
“Thanks, lad.”
Gennady stepped in first, almost too nonchalantly, as I kept two paces behind him. Isn’t he worried at all? I thought, narrowing my eyes.
We entered a dimly lit hallway, leading to a kitchen with cooks busy preparing more meals than they should have; a roughly dressed man stopped us in the middle of the corridor, and folded his arms. “What are you looking for, Dwarf?”
“Just a Merlion’s special— a nice bitter drink from below.”
The man seemed to accept Gennady’s answer, and he gestured for us to follow him. He led us into a corner of the kitchen, and opened up what appeared to be a cellar door. He lifted the latch, revealing a stairway leading down into a hidden basement.
“There’s only one rule down there, and it’s ‘don’t cause any trouble’, got it?”
“‘Course,” Gennady said, nodding. The man seemed unconvinced until Gennady nudged me.
“Oh— yeah.” I nodded curtly, catching myself from stumbling over my words.
With my affirmation, the man stepped aside and let us enter; we went down the stairs— it wasn’t a long way down, only two flights at most— and reached a doorway. It was far easier to open than the front door of the Merlion’s Alcove, probably because they didn’t worry as much about noise escaping due to the rambunctious cover they had at the top.
I found my nose wrinkling as the door opened; an eclectic of scents ranging from food, to drinks, to drugs, to sex wafted in my direction, with an incredibly pungent smell leading the assault. I reached up to pinch my nose to protect it from the terrible stench, but only heard the clacking of my gloved nails striking my mask.
I cast my gaze around the room and was greeted by a far more naturally raucous crowd than before, with many of the individuals in it partaking in illicit activities. In addition to being set up like a regular tavern with tables and chairs strewn about with men and women consuming various foods and drinks, there were also various other forms of… entertainment available here.
There were men lounging in violet couches creased with golden lines at its edges, indulging in various kinds of substances: I recognized the smell and smoke of tobacco coming from most of these men, yet a few of them inhaled a colorless gas from a pipe which a hunch told me was the source of the pungent smell.
There was also a gambling area set up in the corner of the room, with scantily dressed women serving alcoholic beverages to the men dressed in robes playing with their gold and silver. While this might not seem like an unusual sight, it was, in fact, quite an uncommon one here in Laxis due to the laws banning any acts of gambling.
I conveniently ignored the corner of the room where moans and grunts were coming from, and followed Gennady as he strode through the room without even blinking. I stepped up beside him, and spoke quietly.
“Do you go to places like this often?”
“Yes,” he said, continuing past a table of where an argument just broke out. A man stood up to throw a punch, and bouncers immediately swarmed him and dragged him out of the room. Gennady didn’t bat an eye. “But not for any of the reasons most come here for.
“Ever since I left the Taw Kingdom, I’ve been trying to widen my worldview. They thought I was crazy, but they also praised me as their best, and at the time, I thought that was a compliment. But when they went ahead with replacing me with that Scientist from Xan? I realized perhaps they truly thought me mad.”
“Didn’t you say that your King pleaded for you to stay?” I asked, cocking my head.
“He did.” Gennady nodded as he sat at the now vacated table. “Him and half of the other Dwarves I knew. But the other half? They’re glad I’m gone, and they’re willing to embrace that madman Bertrand to get it.”
I pulled out the chair opposite to him, and took a seat as well. “And what exactly have you been doing to… widen your worldview?”
“For starters,” he said leaning in, “I learned magic.”
I frowned. “What does that have to do with any of this?”
“Magic itself is against the law. Even in the criminal world, it’s not exactly commonplace to find a spellcaster. But that’s the only place you can find spellcasters. The Dark Crusaders have many connections in the underground, and that’s how I first contacted them.”
I drew in a sharp breath, and remembered why I had good reason to not fully trust Gennady just yet; I did not know what his motives were— he told me he just wanted to help me out and return to his Kingdom because of the Abominations, but how much of that was true? What if he was fully aligned with the Dark Crusaders? Could this have all been a trap for me because I killed Victor—
A voice broke me out of my thoughts, stifling my paranoia for just a moment. “Ah, I was told to expect a rather rotund looking man tonight, but I never suspected it to be a Dwarf.”
A rough, older looking man approached the table accompanied by a delicate, young woman. The juxtaposition between the two was immediately visible; the man was dressed in rough leather clothing, giving his already tough exterior emphasized by his scowl an even more weathered look. Meanwhile, the young woman wore more of the fashion I had seen in Laxis, wearing pure, white robes that covered everything but her smiling face. Looking between the two was like looking between the fragile bud of a flower and its sharp thorns.
“Oh, uh, Mr Jack and Ms Lisa?” Gennady greeted them.
“No need for formalities, Dwarf. Hearing it from your kind just doesn’t sound right. I’m assuming you’re Gen?”
“Yes, and this is my companion, Aria.”
I nodded my head slightly at the two smugglers. Jack ignored it, and joined our table without any invitation by taking a seat and throwing his feet up onto the table.
“So,” he started, “what do you two want?”
“We heard you two are the best smugglers in all of Laxis, and we’d like your help to get us out of this city.”
“We don’t smuggle people, Dwarf. It’s too hard, and if you’re wanted by one of the gangs or pirates here, we’d be burning a lot of bridges.”
“Of course. But that’s not a problem with us,” Gennady said, waving a hand dismissively. “We arrived in Luke just the other day. Ain’t got problems with any of the groups in the city.”
“A few days is a lot of time.” Jack stared at us as his brows arched darkly over his forehead. “Or did you think I didn’t hear about what you did at the harbor just the other day?”
I saw Gennady gulp, hesitating.
“That was a minor incident,” he said. Then he glanced down at the table. “Y’know, we haven’t even had anything to drink just yet.” He turned to a passing server and waved them down. “Get me and this lad a drink—”
“I’m not a lad, Dwarf,” Jack spat, cutting him off. “And I don’t have time for this. We’ll be leaving—”
“I think we should at least stay for a bit, Jack,” a soft voice spoke over him. Lisa glanced at her companion with her smile still plastered onto her face. “It would not be wise to turn down a free meal.”
The man hesitated, eyes darting between Lisa and Gennady, then he acquiesced. “Fine,” he said. “But I’m only staying because you asked me to, Lisa. The Dwarf better not get his hopes up that we’ll do this job for him.”
“Hah,” Gennady laughed, “is that a challenge? Ye don’t know how friendly us Dwarves get over drinks.”
“I know all too well, little man.”
Gennady ignored the provocation; he continued his negotiation with Jack as drinks were served to the table. I just sat in my chair, neither contributing to the conversation nor consuming any of the beverages in front of me.
I watched on as both men got drunker and drunker, while the young woman simply sat there, sipping on a glass of wine. I would have thought that getting inebriated would make Jack more amicable to striking up a deal, but it seemed to have only affirmed his resolve.
“—I don’t care about who you are or if you’re a damned Hunter or the King of this country. I told you, I’m not bringing you to that damned Dwarven Kingdom!”
“C’mon, lad—”
“Don’t call me that! The only reason I’m sitting here, listening to you yap your mouth off is because my partner of six years— who usually has a good intuition— thinks you would be worth our time! But now I’m starting to doubt that even is the case anymore.”
Gennady sighed, taking a swig of ale. “Listen,” he said, slamming the mug down. “I can offer you twice whatever the usual cost you charge for smuggling goods our size over the same distance we’re asking you. In fact, you don’t even have to bring us all the way to Taw— you can stop at Puer… no, before Puer, and we can depart from there. I’ll even throw in a good enchanted sword to replace that rusty, old blade there.” He pointed a tired arm at the man’s waist.
Jack’s eyes flashed, looking down at his sword. I looked at his furious gaze, and I also remembered Gennady’s talk of a Dwarf’s craft; I could almost predict what would happen next.
And I did not like it one bit.
The smuggler opened his mouth, spit already coming out—
“You boys are intolerable,” Lisa said, cutting him off once again. This time, Jack looked irritated at his partner’s casual interruption of when he was speaking. But she ignored him, and stared at me. “You haven’t spoken all this time, what do you have to say, little girl?”
I raised an eyebrow at that, but did not comment on how she knew I was a girl. She probably heard about it being mentioned in the same breath as Gennady fighting with sailors in the harbor. A simple extrapolation of events and their associated characters.
“What do you mean by that?” I replied with a question.
“I’m curious,” she said, lowering her wine glass. “You and your companion want to leave this country, and we’re not going to do this for you: what do you have to say?”
“If you reject us, we’ll just have to find others to do this for us.” I shrugged.
“Interesting.” Lisa played with her wine glass, rocking it back and forth on the wooden table, causing a swirl in the lavender liquid inside of it. “And what happens if they all reject you? Suppose we’re the last possible person you could approach to bring us to your destination: what would you do now?”
“Oi, Lisa, what are you doing?” Jack asked, annoyance clearly written across his face.
I peered into the young woman’s eyes, and looked past her smile. “You want us to win you over,” I stated simply.
She did not look away. “...perhaps.”
Gennady, in his drunken stupor, just seemed confused and could not help me. So I drew in a deep breath, and reached for my sides.
“If you were indeed the last people I could approach,” I said softly, “then I would be desperate. If that were the case, I’d offer you this.”
I pulled the coin pouch, slightly loosening its string, and slid it across the table. The yellow glitter of gold coins barely escaped the small opening, but it was enough to get a reaction out of the two.
“A platinum and a half,” I said. “That’s all I have to offer, yet it is more than you’ve made in a job as simple as this, no?”
I saw Jack’s eyes cloud over with greed and Lisa’s smile widen even further. “That is quite the offer,” the young woman commented.
“It is.” I nodded my head.
“We’ll take it—” Jack began, his speech still slightly slurred.
Then I scooped the pouch back up and placed it. “But since this isn’t that kind of a situation, I think my friend and I will be taking our leave.”
“Wait, but…” Jack exchanged a glance with Lisa, and he quickly straightened. His tone of voice changed when he spoke up again. “We’ll do it for… three quarters the price?”
I stood up, but Lisa put up a hand to stop me.
“A half,” she said. “Give us a half of that, and you’ll soon find yourself on a ship heading straight to Jahar’taw.”
I paused to consider this for a second, then I nodded. “Deal.” I brought a hand forward and shook with the young woman.
And with that, it was over. We decided to meet two days from now at the docks, just before dawn. We agreed to pay a tenth of the cost upon our next meeting, and the rest when we arrived in the Taw Kingdom.
Then Lisa grabbed her drunken companion by the arm and left the table. As they did, I could hear Jack whispering angrily at Lisa about how she lowered the price so quickly; he seemed like a man who only cared about money once it was a large enough sum, and I was right.
“Lass, are you sure you should’ve paid them so much?” Gennady quickly asked once they left. “That’s over 70 gold!” he exclaimed.
I rolled my eyes. “I paid you as much just to escort me to Taw, don’t act like it’s a ridiculous sum now that I’m paying someone else the same amount.”
“Well yeah.” The Dwarf scratched the side of his head, frowning. “But you’re paying more than two times what I was offering to pay them. Don’t you think you jumped the gun a bit?”
“No.” I shook my head. “This is the reason why I save my money, Gennady: money is to be spent, and I’m spending it to guarantee my safety. We’re not just buying passage through the sea with that, we’re also buying their loyalty. If they know we can pay them more, they would be all the more incentivized to make sure nothing happens to us.”
“But—”
“And don’t pretend that I’m paying it all,” I said, cutting him off. “We’ll be splitting the bill since it’s for the both of us.”
Gennady’s jaw dropped.
“That’s just for the payment to go to Taw, not for the drinks tonight. That’s on you.”
After all, while we were both going to Taw together, he was the only one to have consumed all those drinks.
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Author's Note:
Not a fan of this chapter. But whatever. Next chapter will be on October 6th, Tuesday. I'm taking a week break to let my RR rewrite catch up. Sorry for the inconvenience, but I want to at least make some money from patreon, y'know?
Thank you all for your support!
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2020.09.25 06:31 JusticeStrangelove Fully Release there are folks on here with much grander life-challenges...but I’m at a loss...

I’m a 30m married to a 30f. We’ve been together 12 years, married for 3. I’m just at a real impasse. Over the past 5 or so years she has had a challenge with drinking. In our early 20’s I passed it off as the normal social thing we all did at that age; occasionally it elevated to the point of looking more like self-medication. There is a family history there, but she also is the one that regularly acted as the voice of reason to her parents who each had substance issues of their own. Now we have come to a new place.
Before the past year or so I was always her constant teammate. Sure, we argued like any couple does, but I think it was sparing even by the “average standard” for such a thing. Now essentially every time she drinks I become the villain. I will fully admit that I have become less accommodating to how she handles herself when she drinks. She, who is in her sober time is a very caring, empathic, and engaged person becomes judgmental, emotionally erratic, and utterly disconnected. I am full of faults, one that I know is that I can come off as harsh/belittling. Despite my best effort to frame things in a constructive way, we now seem to constantly end up bickering and ending the night angry.
My choices right now when it comes to interacting with her when she had even a beer or two is to be completely deferential and let her just ride the personal trip she’s taking while I idol until she needs me for one-sided sex that revolves around her pleasure or I make an effort to express how I’m feeling in the moment and we end up...surprise...arguing. I know that the sexual self interest is fueled by the immediate level of black-out that she gets. The issue there being we battle the high-libid/low-libido fight. Lately 90% of the sex we have is when she is too incoherent to string a meaningful pair of sentences together. I crave engaging with her. I’ll have the drunken roll-around because I’m still very physically attracted to her, but I’m left feeling like all we have are hook-up to get our rocks off instead of fun/meaning/exploratory sex with a long time partner.
I know she needs help in the way of a therapist and possibly/probably an AA group, but I think she sees that kind of support as weakness and links her to the people we fought hard not be after the poor example set by our parents.
I love her so fucking much. I’m so scared that I will do her a disservice by being inactive and thereby passively allowing her to do herself and our marriage harm. Conversely, the toll of having vitriol turned in my direction when wasted and then things being brushed aside with a “sorry about my drunken antics” by the cold light of day is causing typhoon of inner turmoil for me.
I want reiterate that I know I’m half of our martial problems, because, well, I’m half of the marriage. I just feel a vast sense of isolation right now. Between the strange Covid world, the untimely death of my mom last year, and my closest friend moving cross country for work; my sphere of light seems waaay dimmer than I’m used to. I’m far from perfect, but we used to bring each other up rather than be another source of anxiety/frustration.
As I wrap this up, maybe it’s not really advice I’m looking for so much as a place to get this all off my chest. I know I need to be strong enough to have the tough conversations and get us the help we need, but it’s a long slog between said and done.
Thank you for coming to my sad-ted-talk.
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2020.09.24 16:44 raychelpotter He and I love differently

Those in survival mode love differently.
He still lives in survival mode.
His needs were not met. Now, he claws his way through life.
He never had care without strings attached. I have. Free to be myself. Given with no required payback. That is why he and I love differently. He shows intense entitlement and is materialistic. I am giving, selfless, and caring.
I ask too much? I ask for the baseline bottom necessities to structure an actual real relationship. I give open love to you…it is not reciprocated because it surprises you. You’ve never experienced it before. Don't know it. Don't understand it. Don't trust it. Are scared of it. It confuses you. You don’t know how to love. You only know punishment. You know...take. You know fight. You know survival. You fend for yourself. You distrust. You calculate. You manipulate. And none of it is your fault.
I wish you could see. It’s okay to be taken care of. And, it’s okay to reciprocate to keep a cycle going. It doesn’t have to be about ego, pride, or control.
It is okay to be given to and it is okay to give back. It is okay to have things handed to you and return the favor. It’s okay to reciprocate to keep a cycle going.
It’s okay to be nice to people when they don’t deserve it. It keeps the cycle going. We have ups. We have downs. Be the rock when I am down. I will reciprocate. Can you see that I am still here?
It is okay to ask for help. It should be okay for me to ask for help. Without you eye rolling, sighing, or pausing. No thought. Just help.
You don’t have to be rich. You don’t have to be successful. It is okay to gain a few pounds. It’s okay to loose. It’s okay to be messy. It’s okay to have your addictions. It’s okay to want help with life and not want help with your addictions. It's okay to want to work through it yourself for a while and still want help with little things. You are in survival mode. Sometimes we all need some time to work through it. However, It’s also okay to treat the people giving you that help with decency. It’s okay to give back. It’s okay to take care of your partners needs while you struggle with your own...it’s super common. We all have needs. Even the giver has needs. I have needs.
Reciprocal: is a cycle of care. It is the only way to keep the cycle going.
I understand you are in survival mode. Here is a light in the fog. Reciprocate. If you are in such a bad place that no one is giving to you right now? Start the cycle. Start giving.
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2020.09.24 04:03 Zhanteimi A Tom Waits Primer

Disclaimer 1: This is not an attempt at scholarly analysis of the music or a comprehensive exploration of biographical information.
Disclaimer 2: I don't recommend listening to Waits' discography all at once.

Personal interaction with the artist

Tom Waits is one of the few artists whose entire discography appeals to me, and his music is, in my mind, anchored not only to the time of day but also the activity I'm engaged in: that time of day being evening/night, and that activity being reclining with a drink in hand. I know that might sound a little bit cliche, but the early albums at least definitely favor that treatment. As I move through Waits' discography, though, being upright and sober is also an acceptable way to listen. Waits was an instant like for me and my family. My wife and teenage daughters adore his music, too, especially the dark cabaret stuff.

Overview of the artist

I'm not here to rehash encyclopedia entries and biographies about the man. The links are below for anyone who wants to dive in. tl;dr, though, Waits' 70s stuff is of the piano blues singesongwriter variety. It all goes down easy. Pretty simple and easy to define, mainly because this was before he met his wife, Kathleen Brennan, whom he married in 1980. His "blood and guilt" Irish Catholic wife had a massive influence on his styles going forward, and in my opinion, it was a positive influence, one that helped Waits spread his creative wings. Of course that influence wouldn't have gone anywhere if Waits wasn't already leaning in that direction. He just needed someone to give him the confidence to take the leap.
In the 80s, he went experimental, especially with the rocking Swordfishtrombones. Rain Dogs continued his experimental rock exploration, and he closed the decade with Franks Wild Years, in which he embraced the dark cabaret he'd only dabbled in on the previous two albums. He tried to set aside what he called "the embarrassing baby photos" phase of his career.
Then came the 90s (and early 2000s). Keep in mind that Waits is singesongwriter throughout his career. He is just adding other genres to that folk-esque backbone style of his. Experimental rock continues to dominate his discography at this time, too, but let's throw in some blues rock, vocal jazz, and some more of that dark cabaret Waits just does so damn well. I mean, Alice and Blood Money are basically theater pieces anyway!
Speaking of theater, Waits was involved in many cinematic and stage projects, his most famous being The Black Rider, but he not only wrote and performed theater pieces and film soundtracks, he was also a prolific side actor in many films. I know that sounds like an oxymoron, but he said it himself: "I'm not an actor. I'm just a guy who does some acting."
This is merely the briefest of overviews into the life of a somewhat private and aloof artist who was just as interested in spending time with his wife and three children as making music for public appreciation. If anything has caught your attention so far, and if you're not turned off by Waits' "hobo act", his "pastiche of poverty", Barney Hoskyns' Lowside of the Road: A Life of Tom Waits and Patrick Humphries' The Many Lives of Tom Waits might be a couple biographies you'll want to check out.
You might like him if...
  • you want something to soothe your soul while the whiskey burns your throat
  • you want the immediacy of singesongwriter
  • you want the confessional of the universal
  • you're an outcast
You might not like him if...
  • you don't like middle-class dudes playing a "hobo" act
  • you want something to easily sing along to
  • you want something innocuous in the background
  • you want something to pump you up

Similar artists and influences

When it comes to similar artists, perhaps it's better to look at the acts that had the biggest influence on Waits. First of all, when Waits was working at a restaurant, he would jot down notes of the diners' conversations, any snippet he found interesting, anything he could use for the everyman down on his luck feeling of his music. Men and women failing at life and yet still able to provide moments of piercing insight.
Waits said in an interview that his uncle's gravelly voice intially inspired him. He also rejected the hippie movement and adhered to the Beat movement of the 50s, finding solace in Kerouac's musings. In fact, he later collaborated with William S. Burroughs on a theater piece. Randy Newman and Dr. John were big musical influences on him, and after Brennan introduced Waits to Captain Beefheart, Van Vliet's style was huge. Of course, Bob Dylan's influence loomed large for Waits, as it did for many singesongwriters in the 70s, and Waits once said that if you want to know how to write a song, listen to Merle Haggard.
Last.fm attempts to provide a list of similar artists, but this is really just a matter of opinion. I strongly disagree with some of these picks, but here are the top ones: Nick Cave, Leonard Cohen, Bob Dylan, Neil Young, Captain Beefheart, Townes Van Zandt, Lou Reed, Tim Buckley, and Van Morrison. As far as I'm concerned, this is more a list of "if you like Waits, you'll like these" than "these artists are similar to Waits". I guess for me the one in that list the most similar is Lou Reed, not only because of his style but the sometimes sordid always ramshackle content of his music.
In a 2005 interview, Waits was asked to list his top twenty albums of all time. These were his choices, and perhaps there are some clear marks of influence herein:
  1. Frank Sinatra - In the Wee Hours
  2. Thelonious Monk - Solo Monk
  3. Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band - Trout Mask Replica
  4. The Rolling Stones - Exile on Main St.
  5. Gavin Bryars - The Sinking of the Titanic
  6. Bob Dylan & The Band - The Basement Tapes
  7. The Lounge Lizards - Lounge Lizards
  8. The Pogues - Rum Sodomy & the Lash
  9. Leonard Cohen - I'm Your Man
  10. Little Richard - The Explosive Little Richard
  11. James Brown - Star Time
  12. Various Artists - Texas-Czech Bands, 1929-1959
  13. Frank Zappa - The Yellow Shark
  14. Various Artists - Aria: A Passion for Opera
  15. Bill Hicks - Rant in E-Minor
  16. Various Artists - Prison Songs (Historical Recordings From Parchman Farm 1947-48), Vol 1: Murderous Home
  17. Marc Ribot - The Prosthetic Cubans
  18. Houndog - Houndog
  19. The Les Claypool Frog Brigade - Purple Onion
  20. Elvis Costello & The Imposters - The Delivery Man _______________________________________________

The Albums

This album list does not include bootlegs or other recordings not approved by the ever-litigious Tom Waits.
The Asylum Years (label formed in 1971 in LA, founded by David Geffen and part of the Warner Music Group).
  • Closing Time (1973). How many times have I heard this album by this point? It's like seeing the face of an old friend, getting a bit misty-eyed, and enjoying a warm hug from him. This whole album is an embrace. And he's got stories for you... all the things that happened since last you met. Waits has got an eclectic style to his storytelling, too, one you never get tired of hearing. He's just as comfortable going acoustic guitar as he is at sitting behind the piano and plinking out the blues. But Waits is at his best once he's got a few drinks in him and his music turns slowly like an inebriated carousel. Album art zip file link.
  • The Heart of Saturday Night (1974). Man, Saturday night’s a bitch. Sometimes it’s me putting on a tie, you putting on a dress, and we go out and laugh at the bloodshot moon in the burgundy sky. Other times it’s us fighting like cats and dogs, but that’s all right, I guess, since it’s raining cats and dogs, anyway. While you’re out catching your death walking, I’m so lonesome I might as well be a sailor in the middle of nowhere. Both of us stumbling into the heart of all that revelry and heartbreak. Shiver me timbers, but Saturday night can be a real bitch! Album art zip file link.
  • Nighthawks at the Diner (1975). This is a weird one. Is it technically a live album or technically a studio album? It's both. Kinda. They wanted to do a live album because that's where Waits thrived. Got him in that rare jazz mood where he can rattle off the coolest one-liners you'll ever hear. But the venues around town were "toilets" in the 70s, so they decided to just invite some people into the studio for two nights to do a live show--but they recorded it using studio equipment in a studio environment. So some people criticize this recording for being fake. Bohemian coffeehouse cool oozes from this album, Waits standing there with a drink in one hand, a cigarette in the other, as he swaggers and stumbles around the microphone, doing what he does best: lowering the temperature of the room with the coolest anecdotes around. Some real laugh-out-loud moments sprinkled here. Album art zip file link.
  • Small Change (1976). They say that’s Cassandra Peterson (Elvira, Mistress of the Dark), and that those are her real tits. Okay. Cassandra says it’s not her. Whom to believe? Now that that’s out of the way, how about that sour whiskey music? This album gets better with every listen. And how to listen? Just lie back on the sofa, close your eyes, and listen, which isn’t something we often do with music. But that's the treatment this one needs, especially on a cool, rainy afternoon. Small Change seems to me to be a track by track play of a piano player working at a blues bar who likes to partake of the firewater along with the customers, so by the end of Side A, he’s had one too many, and he has to blame it on the piano. Apparently this is a common occurrence, though, because he alludes to his bad liver later on. But everything will be all right, because his shift is just about to come to an end, and he’s looking forward to getting off work and going home to see his girl. The on-album persona aside, Waits did have a real-life drinking problem. Early on he joked that his only drinking problem was when he couldn't get a drink, but later in life he finally enrolled in Alcholics Anonymous. It's all fun and games until the booze threatens to destroy your life. NSFW outtake cover art.
  • Foreign Affairs (1977). First, there's the album cover. Something critics of Waits might point to and say, "See see! This is what I'm talking about. The pretension." Waits definitely was going for a cover that would represent the film noir mood of his music up to this point. But it's all an act, right? I mean, he's just some guy who grew up in a normal family in a suburban California neighborhood. Right? My rebuttal is: And? Is there no place for theater, for adopting a persona, in music? Waits deliberately lived in neighborhoods that reflected not only the poverty but the bohemian cool that pervades his music. And he's not just a singer; he's an actor, too, so he's got that theatrical sense about him. That's why his live shows use props. Bette Midler guests on this album... perhaps Waits' first misstep. Like his other albums, this one swims in drink. Funny thing about the cover, though: the woman thought she was Waits' girlfiend, but she wasn't. She was just one of the Troubador slags. Album art zip file link.
  • Blue Valentine (1978). It's Thursday night and close enough to the weekend for a drink. Besides, a little fire in your belly might shake off this damp chill. All her usual bull and excuses and best intentions are scribbled on a rain-soaked postcard in your mailbox. You take it and climb the stairs on dreams, and after your drink, you think you might fall asleep if only the sirens would start. Cover art.
  • Heartattack and Vine (1980). When you're so far gone in the liquor you think even the rain is a beverage. Anyway, it doesn't take much imagination to understand the implications of the album title, an obvious reference to Hollywood and Vine in Los Angeles, the very heart of the rise of cinema and all its attendant lures into the corruption of innocence. This album is certainly more blues guitar-driven than Waits' six previous recordings, bringing with it even sexier grit (that seems to be obsessed with prostitutes). Like pretty much all his other music, these songs are snapshots into the lives of seedy people who live in the quiet, dark, lonely hours between the closing of the bar and the opening of the circus. This is the final Asylum record, and Waits was contractually-obligated to write it since he owed the label seven albums. You might know Springsteen's cover of Waits' "Jersey Girl"... and I can't help but wonder if the "sha la la la la la las" are indicative of Waits' fatigue with his label. Album art zip file link.
Film Scores (I'm just going to knock them both out here, out of chronological order, since they're not initially connected to any of the label eras.)
  • One From the Heart (1982). Coppola lured Waits back to LA, taking him away from his newfound love for the NYC creative atmosphere, to write a soundtrack in the vein of Waits' earlier stuff, a sound the singer was trying to break away from. I like to think it was fate that brought him back to the West Coast, because if he'd not torn himself away from NYC, he never would've met his future wife (who worked in the film studio), and the latter part of his discography probably wouldn't have been as wonderful as it is. The beauty of that alone is, in my mind, worth the making of this overwrought, schmaltzy album. I'm sure Crystal Gayle is a fine singer, but her energy just doesn't work when mixed with Waits. There's just something about duets like this that drives me crazy. Like, the back and forth is just so cheesy? Don't think of this as a Waits album; it's a collaboration and as much a Gayle album, which, in my book, is a hard pass. This album is sanitized Tom Waits. Album art zip file link.
  • Night on Earth (1991). I feel that if people didn't realize this was a Waits album, they'd rate it higher. People bring baggage into a Waits listening experience, and if the expectations aren't met, well, there's bound to be some disappointment. First of all, Waits' voice is conspicuously absent througuhout most of this soundtrack, as the artist decided--unlike with One From the Heart--to focus on instrumentals. Thus this recording lacks the full Waits experience fans grew to love, providing more of an overall noir-jazz soundtrack feel than having anything specifically to do with the voice of the broken-down, boozing loner our itching ears want to hear. Album art zip file link.
The Island Years (label formed in 1959 in Jamaica [moved to London three years later], became part of the PolyGram group)
  • Swordfishtrombones (1983). Take an unshaven shuffle through the neon rain, with nothing but a pack of dirty playing cards and a lonely heart. Follow the slow parade drumming down some empty town street, remembering all the dirty details of the neighborhood. Dip into the desert a couple times while you’re at it and take in the snapshots of tragic lives, and if you’re thirsty, drink water from a swordfishtrombone. What the hell is it anyway, and is the water any good? Count the number of parties playing in the heads of people you pass every damn day. In Waits' real life, this is his big artistic break from the past, both creatively and professionally. He'd completed his Asylum contract, and this was as good a time as any to move away not only from his producer but his (swindling) manager. Waits and his wife took over managerial responsibilities themselves, and they seem to have done a better job with that side of the business as well. Brennan--his wife--also brings her influences to bear, including giants like Captain Beefheart. Asylum rejected this record, as it was a departure from his previous sound, so Waits took up Island's offer to release it. Album art zip file link.
  • Rain Dogs (1985). Take every undesirable yet attractive thing you read in a dime-store pulp novel and throw it into a pot stirred by an unshaven vagabond, and you get this bourbon-soaked album. Mad hatters and beat poets doing the polka on this postcard mailed from desolation row. Album art zip file link.
  • Franks Wild Years (1987). You’re a lonely, heartbroken truck driver going down a dark highway to drop off a load at an amusement park, but the park is abandoned with all the lights on and the rides operating. So you go wild, dragging your heels across the cracked pavement, looking up at the stars and growing ever more dizzy watching them wheel through their orbits. And the narrative of this album plays like a movie in his mind. Album art zip file link.
  • Big Time (1988). The recordings here were taken from two shows Waits did on separate days in November of 1987. Unlike Nighthawks, however, this is a true live album, part of the overall Franks Wild Years tour, not something contrived for a studio audience. Though Waits never goes full Bowie when it comes to on-stage roleplaying, the singer did adopt for a short time a kind of alter ego in Frank, referencing how he torched his house (in that short, spoken word track) before taking off for the big time. In keeping with the theatricality of the Frank concept, several dramatic audio effects were added in post-production, not only audience applause but also snapping fingers, boot stomping, train whistles, gunshots, and whatnot. Disregarding the post-production shenanigans, though, I find it interesting how some of these songs are re-imagined in a live setting. Waits was fascinated by the idea of the street preacher, and some of that comes out here. Can I get an "amen"?! Album art zip file link.
  • Bone Machine (1992). This album opens sounding like a bone machine, as if the percussion is being pounded out on the bones of people, the earth screaming like a mother forced to swallow her own increase, her children unable to escape the devouring dirt because we're all chained to her--all because one brother slew another, and the dust cried out for vengeance. Yet this is our home. For all its ugliness, it's beautiful. For all its grit and grime, it's smooth and clean. If you think of Earth as a hotel, you're gonna wanna complain to the manager. But if you think of Earth as a prison, it's pretty damn nice. This album won the Grammy for Best Alternative Album, and when Waits found out, he said to his friend, the filmmaker Jim Jarmusch, "Alternative to what?" Good question, Tom. Waits' wife co-wrote half the songs on this album, demonstrating Brennan's growing influence in the creative evolution of her husband. Album art zip file link.
  • Bone Machine: The Operator's Manual (1992). This is a long CMJ radio network interview with Tom Waits, featuring tracks from the album of the same name. Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3. This isn't an album, just an interview in which Waits explains what the album is about and the process of its creation and production. He says the albums started with the title, so in that sense, this is a concept. He wanted songs that would fit the title "Bone Machine", so songs that evoke a sense of horror, songs about the inevitability of death, since it is a fact that we all die screaming. And not only us, but everything. The earth first, and eventually the universe. There's no escape. One thing I love about this interview is how he describes songs like they're entities: he describes the creative process in such beautiful metaphorical terms, like when he talks about how a song is "sick", meaning a song isn't working in a certain context or a song is unfinished... it's "sick", and Waits, as a kind of doctor, has to diagnose the song's sickness and help it get better. He also talks about the listener's relationship to songs, saying that an individual song is like a bar of soap. You can hold it in your hand, and sometimes your relationship with the song lasts only as long as a bar of soap, and once it's gone, you move on to the next song. He discusses how his performance aesthetic is changing, too, going from a guy who sat at a piano to a more physical, animal show and how it's connected to the spirit of music that, in some ways, can work as a poltergeist. Perhaps this is connected to Waits getting older and getting angrier, which is why he thinks his percussion has improved. Because he gets to hit shit with more gusto. Waits mentions religion so many times in this interview, which I find interesting, as he's getting it from both his wife and his mother, and that influence finds its way onto the album in frightening clarity. Album art zip file link.
  • The Black Rider (1993). In some ways, this is like a lot of Waits' other work, but in other ways, it's completely different. It's got all his grit, of course, but as far as I know Waits doesn't have another operatic concept album like this. (He has the "Franks Wild Years" show, but it was never made into a concept album.) Also, this is the only time he strikes me as creepy (not throughout, just in spots). This album isn't as highly regarded as his giant albums, but I think it's worth anyone's time to give it a close listen. It'll make you wince until it goes down smooth and you're craving more. Basically, this is the creative result of a theatrical collaboration Waits had with a stage director and the famous Beat generation writer William S. Burroughs. This opera is a retelling of the German "Freischütz" myth, about a gunslinger who makes a deal with the Devil for a number of magic bullets that unerringly hit their targets. All but one. In a classic Faustian twist, there's one bullet that's under control of the Devil. In this story, a mild-mannered clerk makes the deal to win the hand of a huntsman's daughter. He must prove his worth as a hunter, and with the magic bullets he does, but on his wedding day, the final bullet under Satan's control kills the clerk's young bride. And in a Greek tragedy parallel, the clerk, like Orpheus in his inconsolable grief, disappears from society. Orpheus is driven to wandering and drink, and in the end he is torn apart by Dionysus' maenads. The clerk joins Satan's carnival, losing his heart, soul, and mind to the infernal pleasures of the circus. This work first appeared as a play in 1990 in Hamburg before being arranged into a concept album. Album art zip file link.
The Anti- Years (founded in 1999 in LA, a sub-label of the punk Epitaph, whose ethic is to treat artists like business partners, not slaves, a stance that clearly appealed to Waits)
  • Mule Variations (1999). Whenever I start a Waits album and try to write some of my thoughts down, I find it difficult to say much because I feel like I lack perspective. When you five-star pretty much an entire discography, you realize you're just a fanboy and therefore aren't sure you have anything useful to say. Here Waits is gritty once again, but it's like he's a hobo singing in some dirty alleyway, singing through a metal can, using whatever he's got within reach for percussion. (A connection to the bone machine?) This music sticks to me like hot summer, sticking to me like unshakable memory. Like most Waits albums, this one, too, is a cathartic experience, but unlike other Waits' recordings thus far, this one is "surrural", meaning the themes are about rural American life, but since they're stories told by Waits, they going to be a bit surreal, aren't they? Waits won a Folk Grammy for this one, having drawn heavily on blues field recordings as the main influence. Yeah, shows that the Grammys don't know their ass from a hole in the ground. Album art zip file link.
  • Alice (2002). Is there a greater opening track on any album ever, a truer poetic strike to the eyes that'll make you weep through the rest of the 48-minute journey? This entire album is wrapped in madness and death--is the narrator actually singing from beyond the grave (from beyond the rabbit hole)? Nothing creepier than a violin accompanying your soul on its descent into Hell, driven by suicide. Don't worry, though. They've got a jazz bar down there where you, being disembodied, will fit right in. Listen to the champagne laughs, gaze upon the strangled ebony curls, and know what it was once to be alive. This record's got history that goes beyond the mere studio production. Most of these songs were written for Waits' play, Alice, that he wrote with the same theater director who collaborated with him on The Black Rider. The stage Alice debuted in 1992, ten years before this album. So in a sense this album is more rooted in Waits' Island years, the little sister to Bone Machine and The Black Rider. Cover art.
  • Blood Money (2002). This album has one of my favorite Waits’ songs: “God’s Away on Business”. And if you’ve not seen the Cookie Monster fan video for this, do yourself a favor. I would kill to see one of these dark cabarets live, this one, incidentally, being songs from the Waits/Brennan theater piece, Woyzeck. I’d wear a cravat and a top hat to the affair. I’d put on eyeliner. One last thing: can anyone sing a lullaby like Tom Waits? He can tuck me in anytime he wants and tell me stories about how miserable everything and everyone is. Album art zip file link.
  • Real Gone (2004). Do you hear a keyboard (piano) anywhere on this album? Maybe I missed it somewhere, but I'm not hearing one. (Okay, I hear some now, but it's barely used.) This is all guitars, and percussion. Sounds like he's flirting with some of those popular indie rock sounds that swirled around the beginning of the century, yet this is typical Waits experimentation, so he makes whatever he's doing his own, transforming it through his dark meditations on sin. Brennan's influences are so strong here that she's basically become a co-songwriter at this point. Here, at the end of his career, the 70s Waits is finally, at last, dead. Some sinister, black ghost has risen in his place, grinning shamelessly. Though this is Waits' only studio album I don't gush over, I understand a little better what he was talking about in one of his interviews: about how he feels angrier as he ages, and how percussion sounds better because of it. If you follow the mule from Mule Variations, it'll lead you into the barn of Real Gone. And if you follow the mule, don't complain when you get dirty. Album art zip file link.
  • Orphans: Brawlers, Bawlers & Bastards (2006). Imagine Waits being your dad and having him tell you a bedtime story where you're all alone on the planet, the moon is a piece of rotten wood, and the Earth is an overturned piss pot. Imagine Waits being your zoology professor, revealing the brutality and grittiness of slavery and copulation at all levels of the animal kingdom, including you and your neighbors. Imagine Waits doing an album of nothing but Child ballads...oh man, I'm gonna send him a letter! (Seriously, whom do I write for Waits to see this idea?) This is not some kind of greatest hits compilation. Quite the opposite: it's got rarities and unreleased tracks, those orphaned songs that "fell behind the stove while making dinner". You ever clean out the gunk that falls behind the stove? It's greasy, grimy, and probably full of flavor if you could just be brave enough to try it. Them. Not "it". Though these were released together as a three-disc set, they were consciously separated along lines of influence and style. Brawlers explores the blues and consequently rock, Bawlers sees Waits diving into heart-wrenching ballads, and Bastards focuses more on his megaphone-toting, carnivalesque experimentation. Waits excels at all three, of course, but you can pick what to listen to based on your mood or interest. Album art zip file link.
  • Glitter and Doom Live (2009). Ol' Tom was an indefatigable pursuer of miscreants in the music, film, TV, and commercial industries, and after having successfully sued, like, four major corporations/outlets for using his songs without permission, Waits developed quite the reputation as someone not to be fucked with. He would hunt your ass down if you tried any funny business. Same went for this tour. He had his people require ticket holders to produce valid ID at the entrance to the show, and if the name didn't match the ticket, the concert-goers were denied entry. This was a massive "fuck you" to scalpers. Surely with Tom's litigious history and his tireless pursuit of integrity, the touts should've known better. I'm glad Waits did one last tour at the end of his career so we can hear him revisit his classics across all his albums. Not only the songs but the spoken-word anecdotal parts are snippets taken from ten different shows during the tour. So when you get to disc 2, don't think that Tom just stood there telling stories for 35 minutes straight. Album art zip file link.
  • Bad as Me (2011). All aboard Waits’ latest (last) studio album! The man is a national treasure, that’s all there is to it. He succeeds at pretty much everything he tries, even here in his 60s, still kicking ass like he did at the beginning of his career, because he based his style on a timeless cool. As always, he’s sometimes smooth as hell, other times wacky and not giving a single fuck. I wonder if this album will end up being the last leaf on his tree. I feel like there's a little bit of everything from Waits' career on this album, from the gypsy rusty-accordion sounds to the growling mud-wrestling vocals to the lonely heartbroken crooning to the feeling of spinning around in circles while staring up into the night sky of a pitiless universe where you then fall down drunk not on wine but on the inevitability of death. Album art zip file link.
Once upon a time there was a man who saw the world from the gutter and walked a mile in the tattered shoes of the hopeless. Once upon a time he kissed the world, and it made us cry. For auld lang syne.
Sources:
RYM
Wikipedia
The Guardian
Last.fm
The Tom Waits Library
All Music
Other Primers
Anaïs Mitchell
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2020.09.24 02:29 Brittania92 Need advice RE fiancee’s family invites to our wedding.

Alright, buckle up and apologies for the long post, but some background is required.
I (28M) was medically discharged from the Navy three years ago. It happened suddenly, and I was facing the prospect of leaving after 7 years of dedicated service but not much in the way of qualifications (a junior warfare officer). I panicked and moved my 31 F fiancée and my then six month baby boy to live with her mother (let’s call her V) who was then living with my fiancées half sister (21F call her M) and M’s partner (call him J 21M). I will note my fiancée was very much against the move, (she had moved away from them on purpose. I had met her family and thought they were ok, but I was so wrong) and we had quite a few arguments about it, but the fact that my parents were in the state (2 hour drive) and were more than willing to support us and the cost of living and rent were cheaper persuaded her. Accepting that we would only live temporarily (1 year in the end), she moved up there and I followed six months after as I had to finalise my discharge.
Those six months were the worst of my life. M made my fiancées life a living hell, didn’t let my fiancée have a say in how the house looked or ran itself, and pretty much expected my fiancée to be an indentured servant and do all the cleaning. There were more than a few times my fiancée called me up in tears. It was gut wrenching, and between the stress of discharging and finding a job/adjusting to civilian life I almost lost the plot. I moved up there, expecting the worst and then experiencing it. M was an utter control freak and would throw tantrums if you didn’t do what she wanted, and I hated coming home so much I used to linger at work (I got a security officer contract, casual) and take extra shifts to avoid coming home. Then my fiancées grandmother passed away, and M went PSYCHOTIC.
She lashed out at everyone. My partner ended up trying to restrain her, I scooped up my baby and left the house while fiancée and J tried to calm her down. The noise was so bad, the neighbours called the cops and my fiancée was in tears trying to explain what happened because M locked her door and refused to come out. And the reason for said episode? M had just gotten a kitten, and wanted to take it down to the country town where the funeral was being held and (despite me offering to pay for a retreat or V to get a friend to look after the damn thing) she couldn’t stay with us at one relatives house because of an old dog that would harm it, she had to stay at ANOTHER relatives house in the same town.
After that, I put every effort into getting out and we moved into a small town house. Then V had a massive argument with M because she objected to having to do the laundry and the housework all the time. The argument got out of hand and then V decided to move into our place. I was against this, but my Fiancée pointed out that she had been forced against her will to move to this state, so I would have to put up with having her mother there.
The plan was this: since V was a child care worker (for over 20 years) and wanted to have her own family day care centre, we would move into the area SHE wanted, help her get the business up and running to the point we could move out. The area she chose was over two hours away via traffic (my fiancées a manager in the city and me being a casual security officer for a university, it meant over three hours of a commute a day).
While applying for houses, we wanted to be upfront with our intentions, but V insisted we should just apply to have a business in the home later. She brushed off our objections and said it was done all the time and wouldn’t be a problem. It was a problem. The owner didn’t give permission because it raised their insurance. So, here we were, barely able to make ends meet because we chose a bigger house (and more expensive rent to accomodate a home child care), BARELY able to even feed ourselves. By this point, my boy was two and we were expecting my little girl and M had also had a child (call her A). To save costs on daycare, we instead had V (who was not getting job, was paying $50 in rent, not contributing to food (or was rarely doing so) not paying for electricity, only paid for internet (mainly so she could sit at home on her phone all day) look after him. She wasn’t earning an income, but was instead getting money from the government (something like $450) and also pre-paying off a cruise (because she “deserved a holiday”). I come home one day to find a note with an INVOICE, charging us for daycare. My fiancées own mother was charging us to look after her own GRANDSON! I called her out on this bullshit, we had a massive argument, and the relationship deteriorated to the point that I felt anxiety driving into the street we lived on. Here we were commuting over three hours a day and she was charging us money to look after her grandson in order to pay for a cruise. Charming.
M and J had been forced out of their place and had to move, but couldn’t take their animals (1 big dog and 2 cats). Without asking us, they rocked up one day while I was at work and dumped the animals on us with Vs blessing. V stated they would only be there a couple of days. Over two weeks later, they were still there and despite many attempts to get them out the house (I was not going to break the rules in the lease that explicitly said no animals), I’d had enough and called the real estate agent. They issued a breach, and gave a timeline for the animals to get gone. M and J sent them to a animal welfare agency and I was bombarded with messages calling me a cunt, a fuckhead and nobody likes me or wants me to be there. Charming again.
Now here’s where my brother comes in (we will call him K) and his partner (we will call him B). My brother is an extreme recluse, and while we’ve always had a good relationship, it was always a distant relationship. We could go months without talking. It’s just the way my family is - loving but we don’t talk a lot. Anyway, they offered us one of B’s properties that he had inherited through family. The place was an absolute shithole and it would end up taking months to clean it and make it barely habitable, but it was better than the mental health toll that was my living situation. We told V and left. I cannot convey the anger, helplessness of hearing your heavily pregnant fiancée breakdown over the phone because she has to start moving out (k and J were helping out) without me because I can’t afford to not take a shift. I listened to her break down and felt like an absolute failure. We were burdened with $10000 worth of debt from the real estate agency (rental arrears after a court rejected our application to break a lease), my then two year old son was on his third or fourth daycare centre and was missing developmental milestones, and here I was being a glorified security guard. So we moved into the shithole, paid more manageable rent, the only caveat being to look after my brothers two dogs. V moved In with her sister (fiancées aunt) and ended up being kicked out because she kept on criticising how her sister was raising the autistic son she had. She moved back in with M and J.
Now the relationship between my brother and B broke down, and B become extremely nasty, especially when it came to money. B was emotionally abusing my brother, but my brother stayed with him to ensure that we had a home. Money was extremely tight, and I missed rent on a few occasions, but always paid it back. My brothers dogs had become a sticking point. My brother promised to give money and support, but we rarely ever got anything and he made two appearances in the 18 months we lived there. My fiancée was livid about the situation, but we took as good a care as we could despite our finances. long story short, I confronted my brother, had another violent argument, but he agreed to give the dogs to a welfare agency to re-home, paid me back for the re-homing costs and apologised profusely. My brother lost a lot of goodwill with my partner, but I’ll never forget he stood up to B. B saying nasty things about me broke the last straw for K.
Now, a note about my parents - my mother’s a university researcher and my father is a doctor. They both have been nothing but supportive. When my boy was born, my parents pretty much bought everything (pram, car seat, clothes) and they supported us financially when I didn’t have a job. What they couldn’t give us was time - both had and have hectic schedules. My dads pushing 70 and my mother wants to get a career on track so he can retire soon. My mother is also immune compromised, so COVID means even more limited contact.
To the present, my family unit is finally doing better - we moved off by ourselves, I got a full time job, M, J and V are living at arms reach. We finally got enough money for a deposit on a venue and are looking forward to getting married next year. Working as a shift worker, my fiancée works saturdays, so V has been looking after the little ones. In the time since we moved away, she’s actually put in a lot of effort to get on our good side, and I think it’s her way of trying to say sorry without verbalising it. She keeps buying the kids gifts and household stuff for us. The cynical part of me feels like she is only doing it as M and J are inherently unstable and we are a better bet for taking care of her in the future. With extreme reluctance and ambivalence on my side, we invited her to the wedding. I’m only doing it because my fiancée wants her to be a part of our future and I want harmony. Beginning last week, M and J broke up acrimoniously, With J leaving to live with his father. Wasn’t surprised - any chance she could M would thrust A at J after he had done a 14 hour day being a carpenter at a work site, didn’t allow him to have an outlet (he withdrew 9 grand from his super to buy a car. M wanted a four door family car because she was tired of pulling the seats on her two door golf. He spent the money on the project car as an outlet as she doesn’t even let him play PS4 or hang out with mates). My fiancée got a call from V a day after the break up - M had demanded V look after child as she wanted to go out clubbing. V had said no, and M had assaulted her, leaving a large bump on her forehead. She ended up staying for a week with us in a right mess.
Now to today - I was discussing my boys fourth birthday arrangements with my fiancée. My fiancée casually remarked that she had invited some others to this jumping castle place. This caught me off guard because of COVID restrictions there was limited attendees, so we had made a plan to take him ourselves and get his daycare mates cupcakes and show bags. I was looking forward to it, as usually fiancees family interfere and just turn the event unpleasant. She mentioned she had invited M and her little one A and I was irked for two reasons - we hadn’t talked about it before she invited them and I didn’t want her to be there. From this she asked how I would feel about M coming to the wedding? I told her I was ambivalent about her mother coming, but was absolutely opposed to M coming, I was very uncomfortable with just the idea of her coming. There ensued an argument - she threw my brother back at me, saying he was just as bad as M. I retorted that of the two, only one had assaulted her. She replied “she was grieving for our grandmother!” I conceded that my brother could be a bit of a flake, but he had stood up for us and he always had had good intentions towards us. She then said he didn’t buy gifts for birthdays and Christmas - I replied he’s a student on welfare and can barely feed himself and my parents always bought more presents to compensate for him. M always engaged with the kids when we went over while K didn’t. K is gay and doesn’t know what to do with children. She then brought up how her mother looks after the kids and my parents have limited contact. I replied with the above points.
At this point, I got angry and told her her family has been nothing but a deficit and I didn’t want them at a wedding that I thought I should have a say in as well. She hung up at this point.
I just feel like my fiancée has Stockholm syndrome or something - her family can act like absolute trash and it’s a case of “them being them” while my family is criticised for the smallest of things. It’s caused such a rift that we haven’t spoken for two days and our interactions just end in fights and it’s getting to the point that I am actually coming to resent this coming wedding for all the shit it’s causing. I don’t want to roll over because it’s my wedding as well, but am I being reasonable?
TL:DR: long and complicated history with my fiancées family acting really shitty, me saying I didn’t want them at our wedding, my fiancée threw my family drawbacks back at me.
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2020.09.23 14:57 dwright5252 Midnight Sons #7 - I'll Take You to Burn

##**Midnight Sons**
**Issue #7: I’ll Take You to Burn**
Written by: [dwright5252](dwright5252)
In association with: [FPSGamer48](FPSGamer48), [DarkLordJurasus](DarkLordJurasus) and [PresidentWerewolf](PresidentWerewolf)
**<[Last Issue](https://www.reddit.com/MarvelsNCU/comments/hnjuz9/midnight\_sons\_6\_rats\_rocks\_and\_really\_hot\_flames/) **Next Issue >** Coming Next Month
*****
*While Mr. King dines at a novelty restaurant, would you mind picking up your portion of the events, Mr. Reyes?*
**Wait, Hannibal went to Jeckyl and Hyde without me? Damn, I really wanted to see that mummy they have there. I’ve always wanted to see a mummy.**
*Please, Mr. Reyes, it was hard enough dealing with Mr. King’s antics. Could we get back to your interview?*
*****
So Hannibal sent me into the catacombs to warn Blade, something I really was not on board with. I was more powerful than the two of them, but sure, let’s send the *kid* to play telephone with everyone.
As I entered the crypt, I got jumped by a bunch of Xarus’s bloodsuckers. I wasn’t sure if they knew I was on their side, so I tried to keep walking towards where I assumed Blade was. It was pretty hard with all of them dragging behind me, gnawing on my legs like they were a bunch of *perros*.
“Blade, little help here!” I shouted as I batted them off of me, making sure not to hurt them *too* much. After what seemed like a pretty long time, especially with all of those teeth marking up my leather, Blade appeared flanked by a guy who definitely looked like he thought he was hot shit and a woman that gave me the impression she could kill me with a single shot.
She tried to put it to the test by aiming her shotgun at my head, only for Blade to swiftly knock the barrel off target, causing an explosion of stone behind my head.
“He’s on our side, Elsa,” Blade told her. She almost looked disappointed as she lowered her gun. However, the severe looking guy next to Blade seemed to get angry at the statement. “I am unamused by your hidden allies, Daywalker,” he hissed. “You led me to believe only *vampyr* were aiding you in your quest, not demons.”
“There are some things vamps can’t do, Xarus,” Blade insisted, waving the vampires away from me. “Robbie here is our powerhouse.”
“And speaking of which,” I interrupted, “we’re getting our asses handed to us by a bunch of vampires outside. Can you come and help?”
Blade let out a sharp exhale. “Why didn’t you tell us this when you first came in?” Before I could explain he ran off outside, followed by the woman named Elsa, leaving me with Xarus and his vampire coven.
“I have heard tales of your kind before,” Xarus said, his voice getting strangely inviting. “Those who are bonded with vengeful spirits. It takes a strong soul to withstand that joining. Perhaps you *will* be integral to our cause.”
*****
*Did Xarus tell you his plans for you that would make you integral at that time?*
**If he did, do you think I’d still have gone along with being on his side?**
*****
As we caught up to Blade and the scary hunter lady, we saw that the last of the vampires was being put down. From a distance I saw them fighting, saw how controlled this new woman was with her killing, but how brutal each of her moves was. She severed a head with one clean swing of an axe, almost like she was cutting through butter or something. I didn’t know who she was yet, but I knew I didn’t want to get on her bad side.
“Glad to see Buffy here lives up to her reputation,” Hannibal joked as he wiped some gore from his face. “But I’ll be damned if I become the Xander of this group. I call Spike!”
Blade tipped one of the fallen bodies face up, searching them for something. After a couple of seconds he pulled a ring from their hand and walked up to Xarus with it.
“Does this sigil look familiar?” I saw what looked like a half moon or the head of an axe carved onto the ring’s face. Looking at Xarus, it was clear he recognized the symbol, but he quickly hid that look with one of confusion.
“It does not breed familiarity in my mind,” he said coolly. “Perhaps it is the slain creature’s own family crest.”
“Right,” Blade replied, clearly not buying Xarus’s explanation. I flamed off and followed Blade over to the others.
“*Dios mio,* this guy is something else,” I said as we huddled around in a circle.
“Speaking of something else,” Crow interjected, “who’s the new girl?”
“It’s Jess!” Hannibal quickly said before Blade put a hand over his mouth.
“Elsa Bloodstone, monster hunter,” she introduced herself as a shiver ran down my spine.
*****
*You’ve heard of Ms. Bloodstone before?*
**I’m not living under a rock. Anybody that deals with the supernatural knows about her. I should’ve guessed it earlier, but I was a bit distracted by the *emboscada* from the vampires. I was super nervous about having someone so anti anything that isn’t human, but Blade vouched for her.**
*We have records that state she had an altercation with the previous Ghost Rider, Johnny Blaze.*
**That’s not true, and we’re not exactly *related* besides the whole flaming skull thing. Different souls for different goals. If Johnny went up against her, one of them wouldn’t be around today, though I honestly couldn’t tell you who’d win that fight. I’ve just heard stories of massacres and mass killings, all thanks to a certain red haired hunter. And judging by her handiwork on those vamps, I’d say they were true.**
*****
“I told her, ‘Don’t fall in love with me, you’ll only get hurt in the long run.’” Hannibal was off on yet another tangent about Elsa falling for him as we discreetly followed Xarus and his men to a new location. We had told him we were going to stick around and look for more clues in the cemetery, but instead we decided to see if we could find out who Xarus believed his opponent to be.
I was stuck in the rear guard with Hannibal and Crow while Blade and Elsa ran point ahead. It was easier for them to be stealthy without the loud mouth, the flaming head and… Crow’s wheelchair, though I suspect he’d probably be the best of all of us at keeping a low profile.
“Dude, she is not in love with you,” Crow groaned, rolling his eyes. “If anything, she probably wants to *kill* you.”
“Love and hate are pretty close together, my friend,” Hannibal insisted as he twirled his knife. “Anyways, you should’ve seen the look on her face when I-”
“Shhhh,” I said, leaping into a nearby bush as I heard some rustling behind us. Hannibal and Crow followed suit, hiding in the trees around us. Soon two vampires appeared on the wooded path, trying to be stealthy but failing as much as we were moments before. One of the vampires was massive, barrel chested while the other was covered head to toe in tattoos.
“Do you think the master will strike soon?” the burly vampire said, cracking his knuckles in anticipation.
“What the master has planned is no business but his own, as well as his inner circle,” the tattooed vampire scolded, actually wagging his finger at his friend. First time I ever saw that actually happen.
“Of course, you’re absolutely right. But the iron is hot now, we should strike-”
The tattooed vampire slammed his mouthy friend into the tree that Crow was hiding behind, shaking leaves off the branches as he pinned him.
“You question the master one more time, I’ll place that hot iron you keep going on about straight up your ass. Got me?”
I saw the big vampire nod his head, clearly the *cabron* was afraid of this scrawny inked up vamp. I thought the guy might have had some information we needed, so I decided a plan of action pretty quickly.
*****
*Let me guess, you charged right in?*
**The element of surprise is pretty powerful stuff, man.**
*Did you let your teammates know what you were going to do?*
**They’re smart guys, I was sure they’d understand what I was doing.**
*Yes, but you were only a team with them for a short time. It takes many missions and training in order to learn each other’s-*
**Not with people like *us*. We feel it out, go by instinct. A plan is great, but sometimes a situation comes along that requires you to improvise. You guys… are like classical music, but we’re jazz, or even freestyle rap. It pays to go with the flow.**
*****
Anyways, we dispatched the big guy quick enough, with Crow earthing him from behind the tree as I rushed out to grab the string bean.
“Move any more and you’re crispy, got it?” I placed a flaming hand close to his mouth, and the intimidating vamp turned chicken. He nodded almost as hard as his dead partner.
“Now, you’re gonna tell us everything you know about your vampire master. Who is he?” The scared vampire started to gain back some of his nerve, chuckling at my question.
“Our master shall rule over all of this domain, taking his rightful place as king of the vampires,” the tattooed man almost chanted, giving me some really creepy cult vibes from him.
“Yeah, hail Zorp and all that,” Hannibal said, taking his sword out and pointing it at the vamp’s neck. “We’ve sung that song already. Let’s put another dime in the jukebox and play us something new.”
The vampire smiled, showing *dientes* that looked like they could cut through steel. “Our master has been on this earth for centuries, far longer than the newborn babe Xarus.” He spat as he said Xarus’s name, like he was trying to get a bad taste out of his mouth. “He will ascend to the throne that was denied him by the pretender Dracula. He will raise the vampire kingdom to its former glory, conquering all who stand in his path.”
“And where is your master at?” Crow asked, summoning earth to bind his legs to the ground. “We’d like to meet him.”
“The master will find you soon enough,” he responded cockily. “He will have you join him soon enough. He knows of your power, and of how useful you will be to introducing the Age of the Vampire. The half breed, the earth shaker, the jester, the hunter… and the Demon.”
He quickly brought his hands up and twisted his head around to face me, breaking his neck with a gnarly *crunch*. His dead eyes bore into me, the ghost of a smile still on his lips as he slumped in my arms.
*****
*Jesus, that must’ve been rough to experience.*
**It wasn’t a picnic, but I’ve seen worse.**
*How soon was it that you would learn your significance in all of this?*
**Look, can we take a break? I really need to get some air. Maybe I can catch up to Hannibal-**
*With all due respect, Mr. Reyes, we’re reaching a pivotal part of this narrative and really need you to-*
**Look buddy, I’m doing this whole black ops bullshit as a favor. I can easily just switch over to pissed off mode, and you definitely wouldn’t like that.**
*I understand this process is difficult for you, but we need to get to the bottom of all this, and we can’t do that without your help.*
**Why don’t you ask Crow? I’m too wired up right now. Fuck, I need some air.**
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