I'm so grateful for this community of like-minded devotees. Because moments ago, I finished my first start to finish listen. I am moved. I am processing and I figured with all of you was the best place to do it.
In preparation, I ate half a gummy, turned on dim lighting, popped in my headphones, and reclined on my office couch.
My Cosmos is Mine started hot, with now familiar notes and bass setting the tone. Reminds me of opening with World in My Eyes.
As soon as Wagging Tongue hit my headphones, I was hooked. It gave me hints of But Not Tonight, oddly, and Policy of Truth, but it was completely fresh and new. I was certain it would be my favorite track. If this isn't a single, I'll be disappointed. I fucking love this track.
Then the now well- played Ghosts Again, which is a solid track that grew on me steadily. It was the only one I skipped. Don't Say You Love Me: those first chords give me a bit of SOFAD guitar, with a hint of Johnny Marr. And the lyrics start, Wow! Dave's wailing, it's Condemnation, but somehow hopeful. The chorus felt reminiscent of One Caress. It's gorgeous. This is the first one that started hitting me emotionally, in a way the last few albums haven't, at least not right away. "The promises left on the sheets." Something is reminding me of MFTM, maybe the way it trails off. Excellent.
My Favorite Stranger: the riff, and the bass, the synth--YES. Damn, it reminded me of the first time I heard Black Celebration, or Useless. And again, those lyrics kept getting at me. Dave's voice echoing in the distance. It's that combo that I know we all love in DM, whatever it is that makes us obsessed. Whatever has made me love them since childhood. It's ominous and uplifting, depressing but beautiful. Then Martin harmonizes, and that's my favorite. And that persistent guitar and whining sound, driving the beat. So good. And those last little sounds, makes me think of their sound experimentation.
Soul with Me: Gods this is Martin's favorite kind of song to sing. I always want him to speed up, a la Route 66, but it's him at his best here. His velvety voice is pure luxury and delight to let pour over you. And that surprising transition, like a different decade butting in. This reminds me of Martin's first solo album, and I recognize he is channeling his early musical influences. Despite the slower tempo, the chorus made me want to sing along.
Caroline's Monkey: I can immediately see why this is many people's favorite. It's catchy as hell. Lyrics are a little obvious at first, giving me Dave's first solo album, actually, but man I like listening to it. Dave's vocal attitude sounds like Marc Almond in Soft Cell. Then the chorus, and it feels less cheeky and now I'm getting all reflective. Other tracks so far have gotten me in the nostalgia but this one is all contemporary to me.
Before We Drown: Unreservedly, my favorite. I so appreciate how I've grown up with DM. As a kid, so much of the messaging was over my head, but I got the gist. As I got older, I found new waits to relate and appreciate my old favorites and find new appreciation with more experience. I've experienced a lot since the last album, and this one surprised me, how much it struck me and made me reflective. I couldn't explain exactly why, but halfway through I started feeling tears in my eyes. This one, is like a dialogue between the teenage self who felt so herself, listening to DM, and who I am today, and how this music, these incredibly talented men, have meant so much to me. And I continue to find new meaning. They continue to make me feel the most like myself.
People are Good: This was a good followup song so i could stop weeping. I believe Martin said he felt like he needed to write something positive and optimistic, but it's a bit tinged with skepticism and despair. There's a good bit of despair coming through Martin's lyrics. The chorus is gorgeous. It's modern but so familiar.
Always You: Godammit why am I crying again? My love. Reminded me of John Lennon's Oh My Love, but better, sadder, and then it's only Dave. I know Martin's my favorite, but my goodness, this is Dave at his best. The high note! The music, though, it's classic DM, it's Black Celebration. It's an unofficial sequel to Somebody, or Lie to Me. Amazing. My second favorite.
Never Let Me Go: Yes, yes, I'm going to dance to this when I see them next week. I can already tell. The synth is early DM, it's Its Called A Heart and Shake the Disease, but again, modern and new, completely. Martin's deep, rich voice grounds it. The riff is pure Useless, incredible. It's catchy, I think it will be stuck in my head.
Speak to Me: And here are the tears again. This one is like reading Dave's diary or listening to his dying prayers. Obviously they are always baring their souls for us to consume, and this one dies that, it takes me back to Walking in my Shoes and Condemnation, the degree to which it's so raw and open. But the melody gives me Sweetest Perfection, One Caress, I Want You Now. Towards the climax, the beat becomes strained, there's a high whining mechanical tone like a defibrillator whirring, a childlike tune plays, and then the beat returns strong, pounding, like a heartbeat.
Overall, this album did exactly what the name says: memento mori. The purpose of reminding one, remember that you will die is not to scare or shock. It's really a reminder to LIVE, to enjoy, to appreciate what we have while we have it. This is the best DM album in a long time because it is one cohesive project. I believe that Dave and Martin's writing have finally blended in a way that is true to the history and spirit of the band. The album as a whole, and the songs individually, strike that perfect balance between despair and hope, light and dark, slow and upbeat. Because it has a cohesive feel, it's easy to get lost in the storytelling and imagery and music. It is, and I do not say this lightly, an instant classic. It is a true Depeche Mode album in all the best ways and will be remembered as one of their best.

Even as principal lively studios such as Disney, Pixar, and Illumination enjoyment have dominated the cinematic limelight, with their lively functions topping the charts at the worldwide field office and being fan favorites to many, some smaller studios have had their share in the spotlight; producing some of the greatest and most innovative cartoon testimonies for the a long time. One such studio is caricature Saloon, a Irish animated film enterprise that, whilst now not boasting the earnings making numbers of Pixar or of the long illustrious catalogue from Disney, have established a number of the maximum greatest portions of animated storytelling.
With three movies underneath their belt, cartoon Saloon has produced a few notable stunning cool animated film memories, which includes 2009’s the secret of the Kells, 2014’s track of the sea, and 2017’s The Breadwinner; crafting imaginative memories of artistry and integrity, whilst blending surreal visions of delusion lore and profound realities. Now, caricature Saloon, and directors Tomm Moore and Ross Stewart, present the studio’s fourth animated movie and the belief to their “Irish Folklore trilogy” saga with the release of Wolfwalkers. Does this contemporary movie hold the endearing legacy from the studio or is it a “black mark” on their esteem report of animated capabilities?
THE story
In 1650 ireland, invoice Goodfellow (Sean Bean) has pledged his loyalty to the effective Lord Protector, Oliver Cromwell (Simon McBurney), acting because the legitimate wolf catcher for the expanding realm of the English nation freshly installed in eire. bill is a widower, raising his young lady named Robyn (Honor Kneafsey) on his very own, regularly unable to contain his daughter’s unbribed interest, specifically exploring the world past the metropolis gates. even as bill sets out to rid the location of hungry wolves in the close by forest wooded area, Robyn manages to have a near-encounter interaction with Mebh (Eva Whittaker), a toddler who’s additionally a wolfwalker, along with her spirit reworking right into a wolf as she sleeps
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added to their recovery powers and manipulate over the nearby %. Mebh remains alone, without her mom, Moll (Maria Doyle Kennedy), who became a wolf one night time and by no means lower back domestic. Curious herself to the new human lady, Mebh unearths a friend in Robyn, who’s excited by way of the life, however is quickly aware about its growing hazard, with the Lord Protector refusing to relaxation till the wolves have been exterminated, with invoice stuck in the center of being dutiful to his lord and unknowingly searching his daughter in the process.
the best / THE horrific
As a lot of you know, i am a huge fan of lively films, which probably stems from my adolescence years of watching cartoons (both episodic tv collection and diverse Disney / non-Disney movies of the past due 80s to mid-90s). just like what I stated above, at the same time as I’ve been fan of numerous of the massive animated studio releases, the idea of smaller studios cartoon features are from time to time have a better nice in both storytelling and integrity, with studios like Laika, Aardman Animations, and cartoon Saloons being prime examples. With cool animated film Saloon’s films, i like how special the film’s animation appears, which creates an almost dreamy folklore style from caricature age long forgotten. Plus, their memories are constantly pretty profound; by no means shoving pop culture references or unnecessary gags that don’t paintings. i've seeing the name of the game of Kells and tune of the sea, but I haven’t had the danger to look The Breadwinner, which I do plan on seeing. In brief, whilst larger animation studio will maintain to produce feature movies for the loads, studios like cool animated film Saloon and others show that finer traits of storytelling may be found in smaller scale productions (i.e., exceptional over quantity).
This brings me returned to speaking about Wolfwalkers, the fourth film from cartoon Saloon and the third entry in their Irish Folklore trilogy. To be pretty sincere, I truly didn’t pay attention lots approximately this movie. yes, that’s true! in spite of my love for child’s lively movies, Wolfwalkers went “under my radar” for quite a while. As I stated, caricature Saloon doesn’t have the equal wide variety of releases like Disney or Pixar has, so I wasn’t sincerely “searching” for their next release, specifically because the studio’s last film came out in 2017. however, I did subsequently pay attention about this movie at the beginning of November 2020, seeing the movie’s movie trailer online, which I do have that I absolutely liked and got me quite intrigued to se the movie.
but, with the COVID-19 pandemic in impact, cartoon Saloon launched the movie in diverse elements, with a few being theatrically (in international territories), even as for me (in the usa) the movie was sold off to most excellent on Apple+ tv solely. luckily, I recognize a person who has Apple+ tv, so i was sooner or later capable to check out Wolfwalkers after the vacation season of 2020. So….what did I think about it? properly, I clearly preferred it. in spite of some minor issues, cartoon Saloon’s Wolfwalkers is fantastic and engaging lively movie that encompasses the studio’s persevering with thoughts of innovative integrity and standout storytelling in its animation and narrative. The film can also get overlooked by using the masses, but its clearly one which’s worth finding out!
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Wolfwalkers is directed by Tomm Moore and Ross Stewart and the duo have been a part of cool animated film Saloon for quite some time, with Moore directing past films from the studio including the name of the game of Kells and the music of the sea, at the same time as Stewart labored as art director for those films respectfully. for that reason, the combination efforts of each Moore and Stewart seems to bolster the effect that Wolfwalkers has and indeed each seeing to do this quite correctly mind. for my part, I assume that Wolfwalkers is possibly the fine release of caricature Studio (that I’ve seeing). together, Moore and Stewart make the movie a fruits of its past two different “Irish Folklore” entries by using capping the movie off in is trilogy style (i.e saving the high-quality for ultimate).
Moore and Stewart additionally make sure to keep the movie transferring at a consistent tempo; never breaking away for unnecessary filling or side-tales; usually making the characteristic’s fundamental cognizance upon the adventures of Robyn and Mebh. additionally, just like the relaxation of caricature Saloon’s releases, Moore and Stewart maintain up the studio’s integrity intact and never deviate into the extra commonplace tropes and references that many animated movies of past due fall into. What do I imply? properly, Wolfwalkers seems like its personal issue and by no means makes pop-culture references or out-of-area musical / dance numbers, or snappy catchphrase zingers. universal, Moore and Stewart do an high-quality job in shaping Wolfwalkers to be what it's miles; an lively film that breathtaking to look at, concept-frightening in its tale being instructed, and bountiful pallet of leisure.
furthermore, Wolfwalkers likeability and poignant that means additionally stems from the characteristic’s tale, which is steeped in Irish subculture and folklore in addition to developing into popular issues. The script, which become penned by Moore and Stewart in addition to Will Collins and Jericca Cleland, is wealthy with various motifs and nuances that harken back to the actual international of English occupation in ireland much like how the secret of Kells and track of the ocean displayed. naturally, the putting of eire within the film is one that is rife with realism; providing a kingdom this is torn between the opposing factions (i.e., Christianity vs. paganism or Irish Catholicism vs. English Protestantism or Celtic vs. English records) and offers the narrative of Wolfwalkers a palpable backdrop to spring off of and propel ahead in its own story.
Plus, the acquainted thematic beats are pretty poignant and complexed, such as friendship, tolerance, and family, are fantastically rendered inside the movie that, whilst perhaps common for youngsters’s tales, are nonetheless dealt with rather nicely in the movie’s script and average execution in the film. in addition, the movie’s story takes non secular narrative influences from other lively movies which include 2010’s a way to educate Your Dragon and 1997’s Princess Mononoke and, whilst a few argue that its take story beats from those initiatives (more on that below), it simply takes numerous similarities, particularly considering the competition of mankind vs. nature, using fear and superstition for fearmongering, and the two people (from contrary worlds) turning into pals. Altogether, all of these storytelling factors assist enhance Wolfwalkers’s narrative; compounding the effective effect that the movie has on its visitors for artistry integrity.
certainly, the animation fashion of caricature Saloon’s functions is possibly one of the satisfactory matters that they have got been regarded for; displaying colourful animation that almost appears quite unique from the greater commonplace usage of three-dimensional computer-generated visuals. There’s absolute confidence that Wolfwalkers maintains that culture from cool animated film Saloon; making it the high-quality “looking” launch. With the modern roster of film having 3D visuals for its animation, it’s nearly a breath of fresh air to peer an animated challenge offer up something pretty particular and different; choosing a extra traditional 2d fashion. moreover, the animation in Wolfwalkers, giving its Irish folklore roots and nuances, has greater of a conventional folklore storytelling style of animation, which makes it even that extra mind-blowing to visible see; nearly as if the movie’s tale is being drummed up from an antique legend of a few kind (in case you understand what I suggest). as a result, what’s provided is genuinely stunning and suitable.
Backgrounds are imbued with a experience of portray fashion, which is lovely, and the colors for the duration of the movie are absolutely mesmerizing. Plus, the individual designs for each respective man or woman are also drawing in a terrific and unparallel way that without a doubt provides to the film’s “folklore” element. i really like the film’s animation and could go on and on approximately it as I praise the function for such a rich and picturesque cool animated film movie that appears like nearly a hidden gem of new with animated feature endeavors. accordingly, I honestly do must commend the artistry and animators for this undertaking for their prolithic paintings at the movie. nicely done!
moreover, the movie’s style of cinematography must also be referred to, which offers the film have clean and almost storybook best in almost each scene. Poignant photographs and dramatic moments are outbound on this film and feels quite captivating in nearly every scene as if the film is being theatrically shot / provided in a live-action undertaking. additionally, the movie’s rating, which become composed via Bruno Coulais, offers a stunning musical composition that’s steeped in that oh-so whimsical nature of Irish folklore that speaks to the feature’s putting and tone as well as being cinematically driven with dramatic moments. this sort of extraordinary score (even with the aid of my standards). Plus, foremost track feature inside the movie “running with the Wolves” by using AUROA is superb and actually compliments the scene that it's miles presenting in such mystical and highlighting way. adore it!
there has been very little that I didn’t like approximately the movie, but, for the sake of an argument, Wolfwalkers does have some blemishes of youngster criticisms that I observed. perhaps the only that’s the maximum usual is in the film’s overall tone, that's does have a good dose of healthful youth marvel and humor, however also one this is greater critical and a touch bit darkly miserable. What I’m speaking about is that Wolfwalker’s tone, specifically in the latter half of the feature, is darker and has more of a heavier tension show in the feature’s narrative, which is right, but it is able to be a bit bit too much. yes, I do recognize of artistry integrity and what caricature Saloon has executed with its animated films (each beyond and gift). That being said, the movie will become greater of an person film with a piece more violence and macabre tones in the second 1/2 of the film. perhaps it is able to’ve been toned down a piece…simply a piece. consequently, this acts as a warning to a few parents out there that, despite a powerful / moving story and a spectacular display of animation, Wolfwalkers won't be great ideal for some of the more youthful “juice box” crowd accessible. next, sure scenes stumble upon as a touch bit repetitive, with pretty a good deal the identical interplay of character speak moments and / or strains being pretty the equal. this is mainly referred to in Robyn’s conversations with her father,
that are common and turn out to be a tad redundant. ultimately, even as I did mention that Wolfwalker’s tale takes inspirational impacts from both the way to teach Your Dragon and Princess Mononoke, some may argue that it takes a greater “carbon copy” technique and makes the film’s narrative a bit predictable. in my opinion, it didn’t hassle me at all, but there are few out there in an effort to cry hen on this specific issue, specially since each of those lively films had been out for quite some time. general, those are extra minor nitpicks of criticism and derail the movie in any respect….at least in my opinion.
What aides the movie in its fanciful appealing nature of fantastically drawn animation and gripping story is in its vocal abilties, with Wolfwalkers delivering an all round small (yet quite effective) a solid for its animated characters. similar to the movie itself, those precise characters are grounded in common roots of realism and familiarity, yet the movie’s unique technique of fashion and storytelling simply helps raise these respective gamers. that is maximum generic within the characteristic’s two essential characters of Robyn
Goodfellowe and Mebh, who're voiced by way of younger actresses Honor Kneafsey and Eva Whittaker. Kneafsey, regarded for her roles in Benidorm, miss You Already, and A Christmas Prince, has the most enjoy of the 2 and without a doubt is aware of the way to make a individual quite endearing with her voice by myself; utilizing an unbridled curiosity and well mannered demeanor in Robyn, which always makes for an excellent sort of man or woman and easy to root for from start to finish. further, Whittaker, who's recognised for her function inside the female at the cease of the garden, offers to as an alternative appropriate inside the position of Mebh. at the same time as she doesn’t have a massive lower back catalogue of past works, Whittaker is a delight within the film; portraying Mebh with a feel of wild and caged unfastened persona in comparsion to Robyn. clearly, both these specific characters (and their personas) are easily meditated upon the English and Irish people and the political landscape era of which Wolfwalkers is ready in, which makes each Robyn and Mebh relatable and proper.
not like a whole lot of animated feature films that boast plenty of recognizable / big call stars attached to the feature in voicing characters, Wolfwalkers doesn’t really want to do this, particularly since the film’s expertise is already quite properly and the film itself offers enough time to make the characters intriguing and personable. That being stated, the movie does have recognizable names connected to the venture with actors Sean Bean and Simon McBurney gambling the components of Robyn’s father, bill
Goodfellowe, and the oppressive chief Oliver Cromwell referred to as the “Lord Protector”. Bean, regarded for his roles in game of Thrones, Black death, and The Lord of the jewelry: The Fellowship of the ring, has been a quite a familiar name (maximum extremely good for his on-screen death in a number of his past initiatives) and his involvement in this movie is as a substitute well-located and well-way, specially in how his voice sounds and resonates with invoice, a kind-hearted yet sternly defensive father. The equal can be stated with McBurney, acknowledged for his roles in Tinker Tailor Soldier secret agent, The ultimate King of Scotland, and The Conjuring 2, who is more of a reoccurring helping gamers in his frame of filmography, however nonetheless proves to be quite powerful in his person portrayal, together with his overall performance of the Lord Protector quite sinisterly evil and a awesome antagonist (each in man or woman built and in vocal skills). collectively, both actors have very awesome sounding voices and are ideal
(almost tailored made) for his or her respective roles. moreover, actress Maria Doyle Kennedy, who's recognised for her roles inside the Tudors, Outlander, and Orphan Black, is another outstanding / acknowledged acting skills that is connected to Wolfwalkers; presenting the voice for Moll MacTíre, Mebh’s mother and chief of the wolf percent. Like Bean and McBurney, Kennedy’s voice is pretty particular and definitely is a “ideal healthy” for a movie like this and does provide a positive kind of warm temperature to her person…. even though she’s extra in the latter half of the film.
The relaxation of the solid, including actor Jon Kenny (Les depressing and track of the ocean) as Ned the stringy woodcutter, actor John Morton (Lily’s bad Day and Vultures) as Stumpy, actor / manufacturer Oliver McGrath (the secret of Kells and The Musician) as nearby town bully Padraig, and director Nora Twomey (Breadwinner and the name of the game of the Kells) as the top housekeeper inside the Lord Protector’s scullery Bridget, spherical out the relaxation of the Wolfwalkers’s gamers in more minor assisting character roles. those particular characters (as you can actually imagine) are confined to being minor capacity, but each one has their own creative specialty (be it vocal abilities and / or character layout) to make them memorable.
final thoughts
In a time of English occupation in eire and mystical superstitions, a younger female befriends a atypical shapeshifter as the pair learns from each other and in the end come collectively help keep one another’s households in the film Wolfwalkers. Director Tomm Moore and Ross Stewart’s brand new projects sees the fourth film in caricature Saloon’s release in a super fashion of mixing poignant storytelling and creative artistry to help enrich an animated film with natural fanciful delight. The film is natural wonderment of magic and friendship and merits excessive reward from the movie’s administrators, a significant story, exceptionally extremely good style of animation, beautiful score, a solid voice acting across the board in all sides and positions. in my opinion, I cherished this movie.
It changed into something quite unique and extraordinary from the regular animated films of late and offers up this sort of delightful and significant tale of two younger girls which might be stuck up inside the greater occasions of the land. Plus, the film’s animation again is quite beautiful and i cherished it! for this reason, my advice for the film is a “notably
recommended” one because it ought to be seeing with the aid of all, mainly those who've a unique affinity for caricature capabilities with professional artistry and narrative integrity. With the realization of this film, cool animated film Saloon closes its bankruptcy on what it’s calling it “Irish Folklore” trilogy of films. What does that suggest for the future of the employer? Who knows? allow’s wish that the studio will keep more captivating features of diverse tales and myths, which includes more Irish folklore possibly. nevertheless, Wolfwalkers is a cinematic revel in that acts as a breath of fresh air; boldly taking visitors on an enchanting journey that both entertains and symbolizes what robust and palpable storytelling can arise from one of these small animated studio.

I wasn't at school because i had appointments, a kid a grade under slapped my friends ass when she was bent over putting something away. Apparently this is the first time he's done this to her. The teacher saw and didn't say or do anything. I couldn't give a shit less about whatever consequences i receive, i dont give a shit that I've only been at this school since the middle of January, i dont give a shit about any of that. The school is small and not many people know me which is understandable, so if i get remembered and noticed for slapping the shit or beating the fuck outta someone for doing that to another person then so be it. I'd rather have my name be correlated with being violent, angry, and protective just like it used to be at my past schools. I dont care this is my fresh start and it could ruin things for me, all i care about is making sure my friend and friends dont let people get away with doing things like this, and if it means doing something like this then so be it. I couldn't give a fuck less as long as the people who do it to others i care about get what they deserve. I'm not trying to sound like a badass or anything im just trying to explain everything the way it is/was. No im not talking to teachers about this they'll take care of it once i get in trouble for it. Im not sure if I'll do more then just slap him or just straight up do something worse. Any tips? If it's anything trying to tell me not to fuck off im not listening.
EDIT: I JUST FUCKING FOUND OUT HAS BE SA'ING ANOTHER GIRL IN HIS GRADE AND TOUCHED MY OTHER FRIENDS ASS WHAT THE FUCK

Saturday 25th March, 10.30am, Albert Square, Auckland & Sunday 26th March 1.30pm, Civic Square, Wellington there are defences for Trans rights against a 'Penny Patero' a British Right Wing Neo Nazi Grifter. Our Labour MP's have capitulated to hate that incites murder, by letting this vile bitch in, hoping to catch a fantasy middle ground vote and use Patero to drive votes to their allied Parties in Parliament - when what we all wanted was the guts Jacinda had and no more playing games with murderous, scumbag altwhite supremacist, incel, neonazi, right wing vermin. Kia ora Jacinda for not grasping for power and potentially turning in to a Helen Clarke who fucked all Maori over with the Foreshore Pakeha theft for her dead British Queen & her race & reinvaded Tuhoe under an American War of Terror environment hoping to win racist coloniser votes. Fuck National, ACT, TPU, the colonial church cults, altwhite scum and any cunt who supports them. Lets hope decent journos dont platform them like they did those colonial canadian scum. We all know the dying talkback radio scum will. Labour needs to grow some guts and deal to these right wing terrorist networks who forced theirs & our best leader out, the right wingers already fought dirty and scored violent hits. You have the power, grow some guts. Maori Party & Greens are standing strong but we all shouldn't have to waste our time fighting the obvious. Get organised to vote & advocate for better & throw these bigots in the bin. These shitty trolls dont care about women, else they'd be in America fighting for womens rights or elsewhere, they're part of a global right wing hate movement clawing away at power through media & digital means, which needs more than local performative gestures and offloading on to others. Ian Mucks, Peter File, Fuckerberg are all getting the data and power without a fight, given a chance for a clean break everyone flocked back for attention just like they wanted and Peter File is about to fuck the NHS good. It's the plan they have for all of us. Jacinda ought to be a beginning to a more confident and articulate step up past the drama of shit throwing right wing noise and on to a wider aim.

Matangireia S2 Episode 2: Georgina Beyer RNZ

https://youtu.be/eTzsWp_n7gs
https://www.rnz.co.nz/programmes/matangireia/story/2018791325/series-2-episode-2-georgina-beyer-matangireia

Georgina Beyer knows all about breaking barriers – becoming the first transgender MP in the world. But what is her biggest regret as a Māori MP in Parliament?
“A disaster, an absolute nightmare… it was one of the largest proposed confiscations from Māori, in modern times”.
The former Labour Party MP describes the fallout over the Foreshore and Seabed legislation to Matangireia presenter Scott Campbell.
Beyer never shies away from the painful path she took to becoming one of New Zealand’s most trailblazing politicians.
Beyer’s list of achievements are extensive – a drag queen, a sex worker, an actor, an activist, a Mayor, and a MP.
In fact, when elected in 1999, she was the world’s first transgender Member of Parliament, becoming known for her bold and colourful exterior.
But her story is one of pain, adversity, and fear – and it’s also one of courage and bravery.
Beyer was born George. Her biological father was a policeman who was sent to jail, leaving her mother to fend for herself and two young children.
Raised by her grandparents, until her mother remarried, she describes life in the Beyer household as “mildly well-off”. Her stepfather Colin was a barrister and solicitor.
From around four years old, Beyer started to secretly express her feminine side through theatre, dressing up and acting.
“If I was caught or discovered, or anything like that, it would be dealt with physical punishment, corporal punishment – beatings, hidings, things like that, to beat it out of me.”
At 16 years old, George became Georgina, but the abuse followed her from home to the streets.
As a sex worker, she was confronted daily with physical and verbal abuse from members of the public.
“It drove me to suicide… to attempt suicide on three times, in my young life,” Beyer said, “I had been pack-raped in Sydney in 1979, which was a terrifying, horrifying experience, and the law didn’t defend me.”
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Georgina Beyer as a child Photo: Supplied / Georgina Beyer
After working in a gay night club in Auckland, she moved from the glitzy lights of Karangahape Road to conservative back blocks of the Wairarapa.
It was in Carterton Beyer’s career in politics began.
Working as a part-time radio announcer (alongside Paul Henry, who she later beat in the 1999 General Election), she decided to run for council.
She missed out, but she tried again, and again. Eventually becoming a councillor and, in 1995, the Mayor of Carterton.
“I’m the Mayor, okay, where’s the handbook on this job?” she said, “There isn’t any, but I now was in this position and I thrived in it, absolutely thrived in it.”
Being eloquent and not afraid to speak her mind, Parliament beckoned next.
Standing for the Labour Party in 1999, Beyer won the safe blue seat of Wairarapa with a majority of 3,033 votes. She was the first transgender woman elected to office.
However, in 2004, she faced one of the toughest challenges of her life. To choose her party, or her people.
“Oh, a disaster, an absolute nightmare”.
The Government, under Helen Clark, had just announced the Foreshore and Seabed legislation, effectively removing Māori claims to ownership over beaches and waterways.
The news came as a shock to the Labour Party’s Māori caucus.
“We were all quite taken aback that an announcement had been made, with no consultation with anyone in the Māori caucus.
“At the end of day, it was one of the largest proposed confiscations from Māori in modern times”.
One by one, the Māori caucus “fell into line”. The last three to do so were Beyer, Nanaia Mahuta, and Tariana Turia.
Beyer didn’t hold a Māori constituency and felt she had no mandate from Māori to speak up strongly on their behalf like the rest of her Māori colleagues.
“I was just so torn, but actually I didn’t have to be steeped in tikanga Māori to understand that this was wrong, wrong, wrong.
“I vowed and declared from that time on that I would never be torn between who and what I am as far as my heritage is concerned, and political expediency”.
So, what did she think of the former Prime Minister Helen Clark?
“I was never very close to Helen, at all, really,” Beyer said.
"I was not within her inner, outer, or extra-outer circle, really. I was just a cannon fodder backbench MP”.
She became further isolated when she asked to abstain from the vote.
“I can almost pinpoint my beginning of the end of my political career in Parliament on that Foreshore and Seabed thing. I felt defeated and I felt impotent.”
But that wasn’t the end.
She stayed for another two years traveling to Parliaments across the world to talk on gender issues.
Reflecting on her story today, she’s proud of the road she’s taken.
“You can’t live in your victim-hood all the time, you can’t wallow in it, you gotta learn from it. Move on and change it and change what created that."
“And I hope I’ve been able to do a bit of that”.

https://thespinoff.co.nz/society/06-03-2023/georgina-beyer-still-has-a-fire-in-her-belly

In 2018, Alex Casey spoke to Georgina Beyer, the world’s first transgender mayor and MP, about her extraordinary life.
This interview contains references to sexual assault and suicide, please take care.
Sex work and politics are pretty much the same trade, according to Georgina Beyer at least. During her time as an MP, she would strut through the halls of parliament, calling her comrades to arms by asking them if they were all ready to “get out on the streets and sell their butts”. They didn’t seem to fancy that comparison very much. “Look, honey, you’re soliciting yourself either way,” she told me over the phone, chuckling. “One’s just for votes, the other for money. One advertises on billboards, the other advertises in the back pages of The Dominion Post.”
If there was anyone who could speak to the overlap of these very specific sets of skills, it’s Beyer. The world’s first transgender mayor who went on to be the world’s first elected transgender member of parliament, as well as a former sex worker, screen actress, and kidney transplant survivor, she’s lived a thousand lives to get to where she is today – right now, she is in the Wellington suburb of Kilbirnie, on the phone to me, an ex-Wairarapa kid who grew up under her groundbreaking reign back in the late 90s.
I asked her how things have changed for the LGBTQIA+ community in her lifetime. “When I started transitioning, I quickly realised that it was a cruel world for people like us. I had to go down avenues I would never have considered.” Unable to get a ‘real’ job, or any benefits outside of claiming a “psychosexual disorder” for the sickness benefit, she felt like she had no choice but to join the sex industry. “It was a brutal time, but there was a strange camaraderie in that nobody else would support us, not even our government institutions.”
One night in Sydney in 1979, Beyer was sexually assaulted by a group of men. “People asked me why I didn’t report it to the police. As if the law was going to protect me? A Māori tranny prostitute? Yeah, right.” Following the traumatic attack, Georgina found herself depressed and near suicide for months. “Once I got out the other end, it gave me a real fire in my belly. That shouldn’t have happened to me. That shouldn’t happen to anyone without being taken seriously.” She swore that she would try and change attitudes by example, which meant living a proud, public life as a trans woman.
It was the goal of visibility that drove Georgina to pursue a pre-politics acting career, including the 1985 film Jewel’s Darl, where she played a trans prostitute. “For the time, that was quite unusual, to look at people like us not as caricatures, but real people with real lives.” Although she burned all of her old belongings the night she transitioned, Georgina didn’t completely erase what she calls “the other parts of me”. “Men tend to forget that I can still access the same psyche as them. If they want to come down hard with the firm, staunch, brow-beating thing, well, I can play that game too, baby.”
Decades after her time working in the sex industry, Georgina found herself campaigning for prostitution reform in parliament. Given her own experience, she was shocked at some of the misconceptions held by the public around sex work. “They thought it was all deviants and not their husbands, their brothers, their uncles – it’s ordinary people.” As, unsurprisingly, the only former sex worker in the house, her speech to the chamber changed the minds of three MPs, passing the legislation that would decriminalise sex work. “It was the thinnest bloody margin you could have, but we got there in the end.”
So how in the flaming hell did a conservative, white, scarecrow-festival-hosting, mid-90s Wairarapa vote to become one of the wokest places in the world? “I think I was just a breath of fresh air. What people responded to was honesty, being straight up, being approachable – I would go to everything from a bloody party in a woolshed to judging sheep races out at Castle Point.” Carterton became known for something more than daffodils, and the more traditional locals slowly learned to “look beyond the end of their noses.”
When she made the decision to run for Labour in the Wairarapa in 1999, Beyer didn’t actually think she had a chance in hell of winning. She wasn’t being humble – nobody else did either. Although she had been the mayor of Carterton for five years, the Wairarapa was a National Party stronghold, and her opposing candidate was a plucky, popular radio host by the name of Paul Henry. He questioned her ability to be “serious person” because she was trans. “I thought I’d just have some fun and kick a few butts” Georgina recalled. “Bugger me! Look what happened!”
Georgina won with a 3000+ vote majority, making Paul Henry officially kicked in the butt and making her, officially, a “serious” public figure. Local attitudes had evolved, best summarised by the elderly farmer who had previously voted National all his life. “This year I’m voting for Georgina Beyer,” he was quoted in her documentary Georgie Girl, “because she’s a damn good chap.” Did she mind the misgendering? “If that was the only way a conservative 80 year-old farmer was be able to absorb and accept me, then I’m happy with that. That’s still progress.”
Although she has regrets from her eight years in parliament – her stance on foreshore and seabed was a “mistake” that marked “the beginning of the end” of her political career – Beyer stands by her contribution to the Civil Union bill and prostitution reform. “You have to remember: law is easy to change, attitudes throughout a country are not. It takes generations and role models to show the nation that we’re not the horrible, demented, crazy people they might think we are.” The work is far from done yet, with Beyer’s latest focus on applying to the Waitangi Tribunal to get Takatāpui included in the Human Rights Act.
I asked Beyer if she still encountered prejudice in her life, or the hangover of trans-exclusionary attitudes from fellow women. “People still regard the gender thing as being relatively recent in our modern history, but we’ve been around for millennia. Fa’afafine. Takatāpui. When you have words in languages to include us, that should send a message that this didn’t happen last week.” What about the TERF mindset that still lingers in some modern day feminists, that reckons trans women aren’t real women? “It’s an old, lazy argument. Don’t worry about us encroaching on your world. We’re just trying to improve our lot in this life, just like the women’s movement did for you.”
To anyone, young or old, who might currently be questioning their own gender identity, her expert advice is to access professional information as soon as possible, and to seek out like-minded groups of people in the community. “You are going to need people to give you moral support, who think the same as you and know what you are going through. Don’t be afraid, there are far too many young trans people who are dying through suicide because they feel like this world isn’t built for them anymore.” Georgina paused for a moment as her voice cracked.
“It is, baby. It is.”
Although she has now retired from the political sphere, Beyer remains inspired by young LGBTQIA+ activists continuing the fight for access to healthcare, work and education. She admits that she never thought trans and gender issues would ever be taken seriously in her lifetime, and quickly slipped back into that same, rousing cadence that made her speeches so famous in the chamber. “I have spent the better part of my life trying to make things better for this generation. My faith now lies with this younger generation to stand on my shoulders, just as I stood on the shoulders of those who went before me. I’ve done my bit to move the needle, now it’s your turn.”
As for everyone else? “They need to just shut up and let us get on with being who we are.”
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I see couples, and I hear them sing
I see women, and I see them cry
I see hoodlums, and I hear them bark
I hear men, and I hear them lie
It looks like fake smiles sitting on blood, sweat and tears, and real frowns sitting on a whole lot of nothing
I fear the news of new death as my eyes see the dawn
Many who I knew, who I love are now all gone
On gloomy days, I fight the urge to run away
And on sunny days… well, you just can’t beat a sunny day
Just last summer, I hit the beach
I saw a young man take his young lady off her feet
With such strength I once had, I know, I admire
At times - I test my strength when I attempt to flick of a lighter
When I was young, the world was fresh, life was ripe and troubles were less
Now, I’m fine. I did the time, I lived my life, though not the best
Now I’ll lay where I say these words of cries, sighs and sorrow
Today was just a gloomy day
I hope there’s sun tomorrow
I
II

July, 2020.
Ever since my colleagues and I became unwilling test subjects in my psychotic professor’s experiments into awakening the supernatural, we have had multiple people trying to hunt us down. Whether they were renowned scientists desperate for the serum for themselves or random people obsessed with cutting us open and seeing how we ticked, these assholes didn’t care that we were human beings, that we were ex researchers ourselves.
They wanted us dead or alive, in pieces, or splattered across concrete. As long as they got that precious serum dripping from our frontal lobe, they didn’t give a fuck. There were varieties of hunters. Some of them tried to play nice with their own nefarious agenda, while others were completely fucking insane. Like the ones who saw us as a mistake; a curse sent from god to end humanity as we know it.
Yeah. They thought we were the next coming of the Antichrist.
Have you ever been stripped completely naked and forced to bathe in salt water for three days without food and water?
That is when I lost my will to fight.
I still remember the sensation of flames licking at my feet, rope wrapped around my wrists pinning me to a tree. They wanted me to admit I was a monster. That I was a curse from the devil and belonged in hellfire. I’ll spend this post elaborating on what exactly our professor did to us, and the burden forced onto our backs—but I will say it saved us at points. For example, the freaks who tried to cleanse us in salt water (and then burn us under a full moon) got their comeuppance. 2020 is probably a year in your lives which didn’t feel real.
You were locked inside and you probably compared what was happening to a movie. We had a similar problem. But while you were struggling through lockdown, trying to fight a wave spreading globally, we found ourselves with bounty’s on our heads. Because we were no longer human to these bastards, and to them? Anything went. Which was bad news for our professor who had fought to keep his research as private as possible, choosing to show only a select group with shiny money bags for eyes. It turns out, no matter how much you think you’re hiding something, it will always be leaked. And people will find out.
Bad people.
The kinds of people in all of my favorite movies as a kid. You know, the evil trigger-happy British guy obsessed with finding buried treasure? Him. But tenfold. I might have felt special about the multi-billion price-tag on me, but knowing all they wanted me for was to dissect and slice me apart like meat to the slaughter—yeah. I can’t say I was thrilled to have so many people after our little group. 2020 was the year when people stopped being human. Stopped trying to be human. All morality down the drain.
Of these certain groups trying to capture us, there was a specific one which I will always remember. Seth’s gang. I’ll remember them because it was the first time I realised my colleagues and I weren’t human anymore, and maybe the freaks trying to label us as The Devil’s Children were right. There were a lot of people after us, as I said. But Seth and his gang, however, just wanted us for the sake of gloating. After hearing of our professor’s experiments, these guys decided they didn’t want the serum, or the research.
They just wanted us. For what, I still don’t know. They weren’t scientists, or in the medical field. They definitely weren’t at the auction, I would have seen them. I’m pretty sure these were just ordinary guys seeing us as nothing but trophies to parade around. I don’t think they knew the significance of the serum, or the danger of it. They saw something shiny and thought to hell with it. Which, I guess looking back, was why we were always two steps ahead despite having 9mm Glock’s shoved in our faces. The hotel room we were being held in was a step up from the cage I had been trapped inside in the lab for the last several months.
It actually had air-con.
Sitting blindfolded on the edge of a queen sized bed wearing the same clothes which were practically glued to my flesh, the graze of cool air brushing the back of my neck and relieving blistering skin was euphoric. I hadn’t had a proper shower in weeks. Maybe months.
It was the first time in a long while I actually felt human. Even when my wrists were pinned behind my back, a slab of ductape suffocating my mouth and nose. Now, I wasn’t completely sure, but I wondered if there was a duct tape shortage on the island. After being kidnapped and held in multiple places, I had never been gagged with duct tape. It was always filthy clothing fashioned into a makeshift gag, or ties and shoelaces. I will never forget some asshole stuffing a pair of panties in my mouth.
Seth’s gang were the first to actually have duct tape and proper blindfolds. I sensed the front-man’s footsteps as he paced in front of us. Despite being blindfolded, I knew he had a gun tucked into his belt, a dagger strapped to his ankle, and a grenade for emergencies. I wasn’t sure what emergencies would justify blowing up a fancy hotel room. Next to me, Riss was practically vibrating with fury. She knew not to act on her fear, because when we did, bad shit happened.
But Riss was a different breed. She didn’t listen to me when we were human, and definitely didn’t listen to me when we were freakish experiments contorted into something resembling a human. No matter how many times I nudged her with reassurance, she inched away from me like I had the plague. “Project Mildew, huh?” The front-man had one hell of an aussie accent. Without my sight, the rest of my senses were expanding, igniting.
Smell. I could smell the stink of myself, body odour and filth caked into my skin. Taste. There was copper in my throat and coating my teeth and tongue. Every step the man made, I felt it prickling in my bones. I sensed him crouching in front of Kaian, who thankfully didn’t move. I was waiting for him to. If I concentrated, I could feel the air crackling with electricity, the hairs on the back of my neck and arms standing up. Just being shoulder to shoulder with my colleague allowed me to feel exactly what he was feeling.
And like Riss, the guy was dangerously close to blowing a fuse. Kaian wasn’t stupid though. If we did something, he knew the consequences of that something. And none of us wanted that. So, staying quiet and submissive it was.
“Alex Quincy’s diamonds!” The front-man flicked me in the forehead, and I had to squeeze my eyes shut to avoid going into sensory overload. He continued in a sing-song voice, his steps becoming playful, like he was dancing. Every so often I sensed his fingers wrapping around his 9mm. Maybe he wasn’t as stupid as I initially thought. “Project Mildew.” He repeated. “You looked better on camera.”
Riss scoffed under her gag. I don’t think this asshole understood that on camera we were still human. It’s not like I was planning on going to a fashion show, but the shorts and t-shirt combo I had been wearing for weeks were comfortable.
Another step. Holding my breath, I gripped the ropes entangling my wrists and prayed they were physical enough to be an anchor.
“The testers who became the tested!” He continued. “Ohhh, man. I’ve heard about you. You’re famous here. Professor Quincy’s human lab rats! And successful ones too! You’ve got a lot of eyes on ya, ain’t cha? Too bad we gotcha first. Yeah, that’s right. We got here first.”
The guy laughed, and I felt both Riss and Kaian start to tremble. Fuck. Not now. I had to keep them at bay, even when my methods weren’t exactly stellar. I had to keep them from plunging. The rope around my wrists wasn’t too tight, and I knew I’d be able to get out of it easily. But that would require strength and energy which was for sure a trigger. There were a lot of triggers. Anger and pain. Sometimes even happiness.
It turned out basic human emotions was what this thing thrived off, so to avoid us going nuclear I had to stay stoic. No matter how much I wanted to tear off this asshole’s face, I had to keep myself together. It only took one slip up before things got really fucking brutal, really fucking fast. I wasn’t surprised my colleagues were losing control. Seth was quite the character, almost like a cartoon villain.
“Damn. I’ve been looking for guard dogs, but I think we’ve found something better, aye.” His palmy fingers wandered where they shouldn’t have, grazing over my left breast and delving under my shirt, causing my body to seize up, and then relaxing slightly when he pulled off my blindfold.
Blinking rapidly, I found myself eye-to-eye with the guy who had snatched us from the lab and thrown us into the back of his truck. I only got glimpses of him during our kidnapping, thanks to the ski-mask covering his face. Now I was looking at a man who was maybe in his early thirties with a balding head and a vicious cartoon smile twisted with mania. His eyes glinted when I found myself shuffling back, my gaze flashing to the Glock strapped to his side. Seth pulled off the other’s blindfolds.
“Now, I don’t want any funny business, alright? I watched that conference, and I know what you can do.” He stuck the barrel of his 9mm into my right temple, and next to me, Kaian ducked his head. “I’m watching you sweetheart.” Seth’s smile widened into a sickening grin. “If you start any weird shit, I’ll blow your brains out.”
I did my best to nod, and he ripped the tape off of our mouths too.
“Alright!” Seth straightened up, eyeing us like we were hunks of meat. “Nice to meet cha! I’ll be looking after you guys from now on.”
“Looking after us?” I spoke up, my voice gravelly. “You mean you’ll be cutting into us and selling our brains on the black market.”
Seth laughed like a fucking hyena. “What?” He scratched the back of his head with his gun. “Nah, that’s fucked up. We just want dogs.”
The man’s smile dampened, however, when his gaze settled on Kaian. Gesturing to my colleague with his gun, he scowled. “What’s wrong with him? Did Quincy rip out the guy’s tongue?” Before I could answer, Seth crouched in front of Kaian with narrowed eyes. “You all spoke at the conference,” he murmured. “Sure, your professor forced you, but you introduced yourselves. All of you did, even your fourth."
His smile curled. "All except him."
Fuck.
A shiver ripped its way down my spine when Seth shot out a finger and pointed at my colleague, and my mouth started to dry up.
Kaian was perfectly reading his lips, every word curled under his tongue, his eyes flicking back and forth to drink in each one, and each word brought more heat, brought more goosebumps pricking on my arms and legs. Kaian’s body pressed against mine was overheating.
I could feel the sensation coming over my body, like a wave of pressure. Riss made a squeaking noise, and I concentrated on Seth—who didn’t seem to notice it. I’ve come to realise, whether you are a human, an animal, or a badly fucked up experiment created in a lab, it doesn’t matter what you are capable of. If you initially appear weak and powerless, the stronger will single you out. Seth was enjoying himself so much he didn’t realise the skin in his cheeks start to crack from all the moisture being sucked from the air. Kaian didn’t move or speak, and that seemed to thrill him even more.
“Speak.” Seth snarled, leaning closer until he was inches from my colleagues face.
“Speak!”
“He’s deaf.” I gritted out.
Seth’s eyes darkened. “Deaf, huh? He better be worth it.” Kaian didn’t flinch when the man grabbed him by the hair and yanked his head back. He was completely stoic, like a puppet severed from his strings, allowing the asshole to stick his Glock between his eyes. I noticed the air move slightly around us, blurring and then coming together. It was a blink and you’ll miss it moment, and I had spent months being taught how to notice it. “Three and a half million dollars each, hmm?” Seth said in a breath, dragging the butt of his gun down my colleagues face, grazing it across the flesh of his neck. “I don’t remember paying for a fucking mute. You can learn to talk, kid."
Again, Kaian didn’t even acknowledge the man, and that infuriated him even more. “Hey!” Seth grabbed his jaw, forcing Kaian to look at him. “Are you fucking listening to me? Open your mouth. You either speak or you die. Like I said, I didn’t pay half a million each for a mute.”
Riss must have noticed the significant change in the air and temperature. Between the two of us, it was our job to stop Kaian from plunging.
“You didn’t spend shit on us.” She spoke up with a hiss. Riss was already panicked, and that wasn’t good. “You took us from the lab while everyone else was at the auction because you couldn’t afford us. Which makes me wonder how you afforded this fancy five star hotel."
I had to swallow a yell. I wanted her to stall, not give the guy a reason to start going trigger-happy.
Seth’s narrowed eyes found Riss’s. “Your professor and I had an agreement, sweetheart,” he said. "How 'bout I blow your brains out, huh? Since you like speaking out of turn. And I don’t like my doggies speaking out of turn.”
As Seth moved closer to her, I sensed Riss freaking out. It was too early for her to start the plunge, but she was the most unpredictable out of the four of us. Just like when she was human, her emotions were all over the place. Still though, she maintained a scowl and refused to move when Seth was practically eye to eye with her, hot breath grazing her cheeks. The man prodded her in her right temple. “I bet you’re filled to the brim with all that fancy ass Quincy serum." He dragged his filthy finger down her cheek, and she squeaked. “I’m pretty sure I can just crack you open and take it for myself.”
“Then…” Riss swallowed, choking on her words. I nudged her again, this time enough to shake the bed. But she wasn’t looking at me, her eyes starting to lose vacancy. Next to me, I knew the same thing was happening to Kaian.
But I wouldn’t look at him yet. If I did, I would lose it myself. “Then you’ll be losing valuable cargo.” I was surprised when her lips broke out into an equally psychotic grin. I had no doubt the plunge was taking hold of her. She leaned back almost casually, and the air seemed to move around her, seeping into her skin and taking an unyielding hold. "Considering the crazy lengths you took to capture all of us, I doubt you want that. You're all bark with no bite, asshole."
“Riss.” I said through my teeth, at the exact same time as the air-con behind us blew a fuse and crashed to the ground. “Shut up.”
The plunge started slow, but even when it was barely a prickle in the air it was already beginning its slow purging of every particle.
I watched a mosquito that had been in mid-flight towards the fancy looking lamp on the nightstand bleed into invisible folds of energy which were becoming progressively more visible to the naked eye the more my friends plunged. I could see it perfectly. Like the world around us was beginning to splinter apart. Ignoring Riss, who could stand up for herself, Seth’s attention went back to Kaian, who couldn’t. Or at least that was his façade. Kaian had been labelled the most dangerous out of all of Quincy’s experiments. But it wasn’t just because of the plunge.
“I’m talking to you!” Seth prodded my colleague’s chest, and a wave of heat slammed into me, stealing my breath away. I watched, knowing it was all going to be over in matter of seconds. The front-man grabbed my colleague by the collar of his shirt and yanked him violently to his feet. “You’ve got two seconds to speak,” He spat, before slamming the butt of his gun into Kaian’s head. “Speak, or I give you a frontal lobotomy.” Seth continued in seething breaths, and got closer and closer, failing to notice he was already losing. But so were we.
His lips split into a grin. “Speak, or I start asking questions. Like why I bought four of you— and there are three of you.” He poked the metal prongs sticking from Kaian’s head. I liked to call them horns to make them sound cooler. But in reality, they were agonising when I was human—two pieces of metal drilled directly into the top of my skull. They had been a part of me for a while, but I wasn’t going to forget how they had been forcefully inserted into my skull. While I screamed. “Three. Little. Freaks.” Seth’s lips were practically kissing my colleague's temple.
He prodded the metal horns, and Kaian’s lip twitched. “Without their fourth.”
That struck a chord in both of them—and I knew if I didn’t do something, like right then, a fate worse than death awaited all of us.
"Leave him alone.” I found my voice tangled in my throat. But I could barely bring myself to speak. I felt like I was being fucking suffocated by two separate energy’s around me slowly but surely ripping atoms apart. In the corner of my eye, things were starting to melt into the ground, disappearing completely. The carpet in the room was suddenly singed black, and the wave continued, slicing off the tips of my hair I had only just managed to grow back. “He can’t hear you, asshole.” I said through lingering breaths. “Professor Quincy said he was deaf.”
"Deaf?” Seth let out a belly laugh. “He's my new guard dog and he's expected to fucking bark.” His lip curled,” Now. Speak.”
A second went by.
Then another.
Absent-mindedly, I licked the taste of rusty coins from the corner of my lip.
“I said speak!” Seth slammed the butt of his gun into my colleagues face again, but this time his words broke apart in his throat. I sensed every individual letter shattering into pieces when his body was flung back by an invisible force. I knew that invisible force. I knew the phantom fingers wrapping around his throat and slamming the man into the wall until he was screaming, begging, his feet hovering several feet from the ground. Kaian didn’t even have to pull apart his restraints.
Riss was already screaming, turning to my colleague. Her hands were free, and she was signing desperately. Don’t. Her eyes were wide, lips twisted. Because she knew exactly what would follow. Seth, somehow, managed a spluttered laugh between broken teeth like tiny yellow chicklets sticking from his mouth. “Oh, you don’t like that do you?” More brilliant red spurted like a fountain, and yet the asshole kept laughing. “Look at you! Quincy didn’t hold back on you did he?”
I’m not saying my colleague enjoyed crushing Seth’s windpipe without even lifting a finger—but that is exactly what I am saying.
With a simple incline of Kaian’s head, the front-man was rupturing from the inside, choking on organs erupting into his throat.
And like it thrilled him, the idea of death, the idea of dying at the hands of a supernatural force, Seth continued to roar with laughter.
My colleague was pressing pressure points which shouldn’t be pressed. Especially pressure points in a genetically fucked up man whose trauma had turned him into the wildcard of our group. The amount of shit we had all gone through inside Quincy’s lab was enough to send us into insanity. Except my colleague, according to Quincy, hadn’t responded correctly at the beginning. And being a researcher myself with rabbits before I became a lab rat, I knew the only way to get results was to cause pain.
I never initiated that pain in the rabbits, but I was an enabler. I watched my professor torture these subjects to make sure they were prepped and ready for the serum. Maybe our karma was that the exact same happened to us. But to Kaian, it was on a much larger scale. I was never briefed on what exactly happened to him during the months from March to June. Though it was obvious he had had it the worst. I didn’t know why. I didn’t understand why his brain was different, or maybe he was more resilient. He had been better at fighting it.
Kaian hated two things. Being kidnapped and said kidnappers mentioning our fourth member. And it was those things which made him plunge. Which made him lose all sense of humanity and morality and emotion, essentially turning him into a mindless beast. That was one half of the plunge. “Do you want me to say his name?” Seth coughed up spattered scarlet, and I could already see what was happening to him. Kaian had done enough damage externally. Internally, however? That was another story.
Internally, I sensed every organ starting to peel apart and splinter, bursting into nothing. It started with pressure on his heart which was slow and dragged so he felt everything. Then the brain began to expand. When blood ran in sharp rivulets from every orifice, and Seth screamed, howling like an animal, I looked away, just in time for the rest of the man’s body to pop like a balloon, and a chunk of his skull to land right in front of me. Riss started screaming, and I was half aware of a slight taint of warm blood like paint splattering the side of my face.
When I twisted back to look at him, his body was still hovering without a head, a skeletal hand lifting and waving at us.
Riss dropped to her knees, her head in her hands, trembling, and I followed her, trying to get some semblance of control.
“It’s been a week.” Riss whispered, sobbing, swiping at her eyes with bloody hands, making them worse. “Oh god, what if… what if I was right? What if we’re too late? I knew this was… this was a bad idea. But nobody listens to Riss. I knew he wouldn’t come. Fuck. I knew it.”
“Calm down.” I said. “Concentrate on happy birthday, okay? Do you want me to sing it with you?”
Riss spluttered. “We’re going to dieeee,” she sang. “Can you feel it? I’m plunging, Wren. God, it feels so fucking good.”
She knocked her head into the wall with crazy eyes.
It took exactly half a second for our brains to decide whether we were going to fight it or give in to it.
“Hey. Riss.” I spoke in reassuring hisses, grasping her shoulders and forcing her to look at me. “Happy birthday.” I choked out. “Three times. It has to be three times.” When she didn’t respond, I shook her until her cloudy found mine. Riss was plunging. Like Kaian. The blood vessels in her eyes had popped, her lips cracking apart. If I concentrated, I could see her bare knees starting to melt into air, wisps of her hair starting to disintegrate. “Do it, now!”
I shrieked when Kaian finally let go of the man’s body, and it hit the ground in front of us like a bad joke. “Happy birthday.” I said the mantra over and over again, shaking my colleague until she was responding. “Three times, Riss. Right now.” When she shook her head, screeching, I grabbed her hands and entangled her fingers with mine. “I’ll start, okay? And you follow me.”
To my surprise, Riss nodded—and for the fraction of a second, my colleague, or what was left of her, stopped bleeding into visible particles which were now around us, like a glistening wave of ocean water enveloping us. “Happy birthday to you…” I whispered, squeezing her hands tighter, relieved when she repeated the verse. When I was sure Riss was anchoring herself, I turned to Kaian who was sitting cross legged in front of the mutilated body.
My gaze went to the door. It would only be matter of time before Seth’s goons figured out something was wrong, and the last thing I wanted was them to walk in mid-plunge. “Happy birthday to…” I continued, allowing Riss to fill in a name—before focusing on my other colleague. I’m not exaggerating when I say Kaian was covered head to toe in blood, like it was his canvas, like he belonged in it. It was too late for him. I could already see that in his vacant and foggy eyes and playful smile that he had accepted the plunge.
Willingly.
“Gross.” Kaian signed, pulling a face. He turned his nose up at mutilated flesh and bone, and I had a hard time looking him in the eye.
I exhaled out a breath.
“Kaian.” I spoke and signed calmly, but my skin was prickling and scalding. I could feel the flesh on the backs of my hands peeling off. “Happy birthday.” I made sure to emphasize every word clearly, even when I knew he could read every word from my mouth without even trying.
He started to shake his head, and I glimpsed that panic, the trauma of the last several months starting to bloom behind his eyes.
“No, you have to do it.” I hissed out. “Look around you.” I signed. “If you don’t do it, we’re going to plunge.”
I was practically slamming my hands together with frustration, but he shook his head, his gaze going elsewhere.
“What if I…” He paused signing, his lip curling, “Like it?”
Do you know when you know something is wrong but you keep shoving it to the back of your head until you can’t ignore it anymore?
Yeah, this was one of those moments.
I loved Kaian. I loved him like a brother. But there was something about his face, the way he delved his fingers into startling red pooling on the carpet, that made me want to get as far away from him as possible. Swallowing hard, I shook away the thought and grabbed hold of his hand.
Once I did, the air around us wavered, and flesh on his cheeks started to flake. “Happy birthday…” Riss, who was sitting with what was left of her knees pressed to her chest, choked out a sob, “This isn’t working… Wren. This isn’t fucking working. I can’t.. I can’t fucking do this.” When she beat the floor with crumbling fists, the whole room jolted. The ground beneath us shook, and Kaian shot me a panicked look. Even plunging, he was still scared.
And I didn’t blame him.
After telling Riss to continue, I managed a smile and signed, “Earthquake.”
My colleague’s lips split into an unusual grin, and he mouthed the words, “Yeah right.”
With steely eyes, Kaian’s smile faded and for once he actually looked serious. “Jem.” He signed. “I don’t think he’s coming for us.”
Ignoring a conversation I really didn’t want to have, I focused on the body. “Check his pockets,” I signed back. “We don’t have much time.”
I pulled out a passport, some Indonesian currency, and an old plane ticket.
Checking his phone didn’t help. I was just reminded the boarders were still shut, and this asshole had a whole group chat gloating about his so-called guard dogs.
“Wren!”
When I lifted my head, Riss’s wild eyes were flickering around the room, drinking in parts of reality being sucked away.
Her mouth became lopsided, lips drooping like my colleague was having a stroke from the pressure building around her.
See, I describe this in a lot of detail like this lasted around five to minutes long. But no, all of this happened in the space of around two minutes. When footsteps sounded outside, and Kaian’s head snapped to the door, his eyes darkening, a sour paste crept up my throat.
Professor Quincy didn’t just take away our humanity. He twisted us into something resembling an animal inside a human body.
We spoke and acted and felt like humans. But once a stranger was nearby, or footsteps on territory we had unknowingly snatched as our own, we turned feral. I already knew Kaian was a whole new level of unpredictable and unhinged after what the experiments had done to his brain—but seeing what he was capable of even before the plunge, I froze.
The world was coming apart around me and I was plunging, but I couldn’t move. I watched him get to his feet, his fingers curling into fists at his sides. The footsteps were closing in on us getting louder and louder, and Kaian could sense every vibration. I could tell with the way his lips twitched, a whole new darkness clouding his eyes and stripping away what was left of his humanity. I had seconds.
There was no use in happy birthday
I remember jumping to my feet and diving on my colleagues back, bringing him to the floor like a lion would a deer. When the two of us hit the ground, I watched Riss rupture in front of me, her face glitching, becoming moving static, before her body followed. “Seth?” The voice caused Kaian to attempt to wrench out of my grasp, but I had a firm hold of him. The first three weeks of being inhuman, I was taught how to kill people. Kill my fellow subjects.
Apologising profusely into hair which smelled of blood and dirt and Quincy’s lab, I struggled to keep myself from plunging, knowing the room was already half gone, and I was going to get caught in it anyway. “I’m sorry. Fuck. I’ll make it up to you, okay? You should have sang happy fucking birthday, but you are so goddamn stubborn,” I sobbed with what I hoped was reassurance. I knew he and Riss and Jem would do exactly the same to me.
“So fucking stubborn.” I couldn’t help myself, nestling my face into his hair and heaving in breaths while my skin started to peel away.
“Just take a deep breath and close your eyes, okay?” I whispered into his flushed skin. “We’ll find him, Kaian. I promise you.”
He stopped struggling, and for a moment I thought my colleague was actually listening to me before the ceiling began to crack apart.
The ground rumbled again, and I lost my grip on the guy before forcing him onto his back and straddling his legs. Just when his free arm was flying out with intention to send me crashing into the back wall and ending all reality in that room, encompassing us, I snapped Kaian’s neck.
And with the last of my energy, I fucking screamed while my own flesh melted from my face while the plunge enveloped us both.
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March 2020.
It was on the 17th day of captivity inside a cell made of glass panes meant to keep in rabbits, when I met an unlikely visitor. There comes a time when giving up is better than screaming until you have lost all of the breath in your lungs, and your throat feels like sandpaper. I hadn’t eaten in days, and what was left of my meals, curry and mash potatoes, painted my cell walls—a real work of art if I concentrated and imagined carving shapes inside congealing potato and day-old curry.
So far, I had tests. I had tests which were an invasion of privacy which I will not expand upon. I had tests where my professor’s gloved fingers ran over my scalp and marked places where he was going to insert the same headset on the rabbits. He didn’t listen to my cries.
He didn’t tell me where my colleagues were. I was nothing to him. I was a subject stripped of my rights. So, I was doing the little I could to protest. Even if it was small, I was refusing to eat. I knew subjects had to eat to stay healthy—to get results. The piece of shit wasn’t going to get much further if I died of starvation after days of no eating. How sad. I was on my second day of refusing to eat, and my gut felt like it was folding in on itself. To combat this, I sat against clinical white walls with my knees pressed to my chest, and my head buried in my lap. I ignored the rumbling of my stomach and my aching joints, the weird squiggly lines in my vision when I bothered lifting my head.
It’s weird. In that cage, I was the coldest I’ve ever felt on an Indonesian island. I didn’t remember the temperature affecting the outcome of the rabbit subjects, but maybe it was different for humans. Still though, I had my solace. I imagined standing in glittering water, bioluminescent plankton washing over my bare toes. I imagined the full moon bathing the sky in warm light, and it was enough to make me feel safe— even so far from home. Far from normality. If I squeezed my eyes shut, and envisioned wading deeper into the shallows, until the water was lapping my thighs, I could calm myself and tell myself to breathe.
Then the water was at my waist, the panic subsiding. Neck deep, ice cold water filling my mouth and suffocating my nose. But if I thought past it, if I plunged myself into the deep, I could trick my brain into imagining that I was escaping, swimming across the wide expanse of ocean. All the way back home to my family.
I was brought out of my imagination when a scratching noise pulled me back to my senses, and I was back inside my cage.
Lifting my head, I searched for someone. But there was nobody there.
“Over here, genius.”
The voice startled me. It wasn’t quite a voice, more of an attempt. Though I could definitely make out the language bursting out. When my eyes swivelled, I found myself staring at a blur of white. I squinted.
No, not just a blur of white. It was Subject Fifteen. The rabbit which had stolen Jem’s heart, and possibly taken control of his mind.
For a moment I tried to blink myself awake, but no matter how many times I pinched myself, the rabbit was still there, pressing its tiny face against glass, and I can see blood staining its fur. Initially, I thought he was a hallucination until I blinked, and he was still very much there.
He was part of reality, lightly smushing its bloody mouth against glass panes. The sight of dark red tainting its fur twisted my gut, and I had a thought which suddenly wouldn’t leave me alone. If the serum did that to the rabbits, what exactly would it do to us? “Well.” Fifteen’s beady eyes found mine, and I swore its rabbit mouth twisted into a grin. It's voice mimicked both me and my colleagues, the perfect imitation of us. I could hear all of us, even the professor, in every curl of its words.
It wasn’t just intelligent, it was something else—something fucking monstrous. Which should have been put down.
No. It never should have been a subject at all.
I slowly crawled towards it and held my breath. I must have looked pretty fucking funny to Fifteen. I was the tester who had become the tested. The one who wore the lab-coat, to the rat forced into light blue scrub like clothes sticking to me. I can’t say I wasn’t curious, though. Baffled.
I was inches from a fucking talking rabbit, and the last time I checked rabbits weren't supposed to talk. Their mouths haven't evolved to form words. But somehow it was figuring out speech. Fifteen was learning fast. That terrified me. After several attempts at speech, it had almost fully mimicked a human’s expression. It cocked its head, and in Jem’s voice, asked,
“Well? How does it feel to be the one in the cage?"
“You’re not real.” I told the rabbit which sounded like Jem.
To my shock, it laughed, and its bloody mouth almost formed a snarl. “Are you sure about that?”
I crawled over to the screen, pressing my hands against glass. “How does…” I licked my lips. “How does what feel?”
The rabbit’s eyes followed me and I shuffled back, a sour paste creeping its way up my throat. “You were always my least favorite,” it murmured. Its nose twitched. “I think you humans call it karma—- and whether you believe in it or not, every action must have an equal reaction.” It moved closer, pressing its face against the glass. I noticed the fur around it’s mouth was stained red. “You drilled into my head, Wren. You hurt me day after day and hid behind a sense of morality that you were a good person because it was for the good of the human race.” Fifteen edged closer. “I wish I could feel sorry for you. I wish I could feel the sympathy you humans use as a pathetic fucking barrier. But aren’t you just… the cutest?”
The thing was mimicking my own words from the start of the experiments. I had pressed my face against the plastic cage, peering at Subject Fifteen, who was hiding in the corner. Quincy told me to turn off my humanity, but that didn’t stop me as seeing them as cute little fury bunnies. It never crossed my mind that Fifteen could hear exactly what we had been saying.
I thought back to a few months back when I had picked it up from its cage and nuzzled its fur. “Aww! Isn’t he just the cutest?”
Fifteen knew the exact moment I gave up, my hands slipping from the glass. It gestured to the band aid uncomfortably sticking to my scalp.
“Nice horns.”
“You have intelligence.” I whispered through a sob. I leaned closer. “Quincy. You need to tell me what he’s doing to the others.”
“You already know what he’s planning to do, Wren.” The rabbit chuckled, lifting a paw in a mocking wave. “Why are you asking me, hmm? What if I am in fact an illusion? You’re not eating. Your mind has been played with. Are you sure you are really speaking to a talking rabbit?”
It cocked its head. “How do you know I’m not Jem?”
“Or Riss.” It’s voice twisted into hers, and then the professor’s.
“I’m losing my mind.” I whispered, pinching the flesh on my bare thighs. “I’m losing my fucking mind.”
“Maybe.” It said, “or you’re witnessing the consequences of your actions. You did this to me if you remember. I told you to stop hurting me, but you didn’t hear me, Wren. You never heard me. Only him. And when I was strong enough, I made him force you to finally listen to me.”
Jem, I thought hysterically.
“You little—“ I slammed my hands into the glass, unable to resist a snarl when it turned to hop away. “Hey! Wait! What did you do to Jem?”
“I didn’t do anything,” the rabbit responded in a scoff. “Your professor, however… have you ever heard of teleportation?”
I stared at it blinking rapidly, until it laughed. “No, not that kind! I mean the new kind. I’m talking about what Quincy is trying to perfect.”
“What do you mean?”
“Think about it.” The rabbit’s nose twitched, “What you have been working on and researching—what if it was possible in humans?”
I shook my head. There was no way. If professor Quincy wanted to test on us, it would likely be psychokinesis which was possible in rabbits.
“That’s impossible.” I managed to grit out. “With rabbits it’s one thing, and it’s barely even stable! With humans… it’s...”
It’s barbaric.
The rabbits which went through that procedure and survived… their brains were drastically altered. They were never the same.
That’s what I wanted to say.
I trailed off at the thought of forcing a living and breathing human to shatter apart into atoms and forcefully moved from one place to another. I remembered Subject 12. The tiny little thing coming apart slowly, piece by piece, a mixture of fur, blood and bones filling its cage.
No way.
There was no way my psycho professor would attempt it in humans.
The rabbit hopped away. “Huh. Well, you’re dumber than I thought. I guess I’ll be going if you’re just going to look at me like that.”
When I thought it was going to leave me, the furry little shit twisted its head. “Do you want to know a secret?”
It hopped right over to the glass. “Come closer, and I’ll tell you. I want you to get really close so I can see how adorable you are.”
Too desperate to feel humiliated, I swallowed a shriek and pressed my ear to the glass.
“Jem was the first.” The rabbit started to say but was cut off by the speaker above me crackling, a familiar voice slicing into my ears.
“Good morning. I will be with you shortly. I would like you to raise your hands above your head. I will be administering a gas.”
At the corner of my eye, Fifteen was disappearing behind the corner, and I let out a frustrated hiss. “Professor Quincy.” I managed to force my voice into professional, despite the rabbits voice in my mind. Jem was the first to what? I hadn’t seen either of my colleagues in weeks— or heard from them. I swallowed hard. “Professor Quincy, Subject Fifteen is on the premises and is showing signs of heightened intelligence!”
The rabbit tskked. “And to think I was going to help you. Good luck with the experiments. I will have a front row seat.”
Before it left me in puddling static however, the rabbit didn’t hesitate to drop a bombshell which sent me crumpling to my knees.
“Oh, yeah! I forgot to say.” Subject Fifteen’s words slammed into me as I was choked once again with gas filling my mouth and nose.
“Jem was the first to die.” It said in a sing-song symphony of all of our voices, “And you don’t even know the best part!”

Thought about building an outfit around the Teddy Band because it already has Comeback for my QR Tri Slosh build. Just trying to figure out what gear works best appearance wise

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Oh thank the heavens! We're outta the tombs! Climbing out of the Tombs with various fresh dead bodies, the party manages to escape some tough questions from the priests with some sweet Jedwyn explanations. They even manage to acquire some help to wheelbarrow the bodies to the castle. All their efforts are put on a hold however when a commotion in the direction of the town square occurs. Running over, they see that sneaky son-of-a-bitch Daniel Crumb murder a couple of guards, but he isn't after them....no no no...his harrowed dead eyes are fixed on the person in the stationary carriage.... One Daniel Creme leaps from the back of the carriage into the streets away from the ambush only to be stopped in his tracks by a weird sound emitted by Daniel Crumb. You know where this is going...Our party aren't the best bodyguards and well...Daniel Creme gets shanked in the back and dies by the hands of Daniel Crumb. Still following?! Crumb killed Creme. Combat evolves with our group and Crumb, until our brave young quarter Satyr friend Fumbles, ends Daniel Crumb's (for certain?) life, just in-time for the priests approaching with the bodies in wheel barrows to pick up more bodies to present to the king.
Dios mio!
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Party roll to beat = 7 Cory 15 Dusty 4 Matt 13 Steven 18 Vanessa 4
Steven eats his bowl of mayo soup and parties
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BACK TO THE STORY!
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The party finally arrives at the castle and are stopped at the gates by guards wondering what the hell this corpse train behind them is all about.
Barilla Stromboli, Roll for Intimidation on the guards to allow them to pass with the dead bodies. 13 The guards are hesitant but willing to listen them out.
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The guards tell em the dump the bodies, but also tell the group they will handle it and are ushered along to see the King. The accustomed pageantry follows as the king comes into the room and quickly addresses the groups findings. The king listens on but its intrigued when Fumbles explains that the bodies in this restricted area were being bisected and worked on. The colour drops from the Kings face as he realizes the situation is far worse than he previously thought. Some group has infiltrated the temples and this could be linked to the sympathizers of the descendants of the island. Eager to push his plans, King Talantis reaches for a scroll and breaks into his next quest for the group. While he's always suspected there to be some civil unrest with the descendants, he hasn't been able to cull them out entirely. Maybe his shit guards are the problem. But before him is a capable party willing to do his bidding. Right? He breaks out a map and points to a grove in the "north-right" area of the city. It's oddly enough known as the "Descendants Grove", a suspected stronghold. Their mission, if they should choose it, is to recon the area and report back to the king. On their way it's suggested they head to the "Illuminated Grove", a place where King Talantis the first sowed the first seeds of his conquest. The king is carried off to trumpets.
Fritz listening on doesn't feel good about this. He and Jedwyn with his telepathic abilities talk it out; were they brought here to cleanse the island? Maybe the King and his force are the bad ones? hmmmmm
Uneasy over the development of things, the party softly agree to the kings request but backtrack once he leaves the room. They head to collect their reward, some 1200 gold, riccccch boys!
Heading back to the Tavern they each buy their own rooms and head to bed.
The very next day, pockets full, the shopping spree commences!
Jedwyn decides to sell the Orb he'd been mage handling since the tombs by heading to a magic shop. It happens to be illegal....as it can trap souls...
Jedwyn Bogswallow, Roll for persuasion to convince the shop keeper if he would take this orb off his hand for a few gold pieces 19 The shop keeper "drops 275 gold" and the orb manages to be in his ownership.
Now the shopkeeper starts to haggle his wares to the rest of the group, like Carl 7... He pulls out an old skeleton key for 15 gold, says he doesn't know what it opens to...
Carl 7, roll to haggle 18, success! Haggles to 10 pc of gold
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The shop keeper now turns to Fritz and reaches down to a small metal can. It has no lid but shakes like a salt shaker. The riddle is solving it lies with Fritz if he chooses to purchase it for 8 gold, which he does.
Barilla is offered an iron branded dark ceramic urn, which have the ashes of a great hero. Anyone who carries it, takes on his bravery for only 15 gold.
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Barilla Stromboli roll to haggle 19, success! Haggles to 10 pc of gold
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Jedwyn grabs provisions as well as a mule with a pack saddle. A cart is bought by Barilla, which is attached to Carl 7's steed which he always has with him apparently. Fumbles buys a disguise kit but something else happens to the entire group....
THE GROUP IS NOW LEVEL 6 !!!!
WILL THE GROUP BETRAY THE KING AND NOT DO HIS QUEST?
HOW HAVE THE DECENDANTS INFILTATED THE KINGS DEFENSES SO EASILY?!
COULD THIS ALL BE FOR NIMDRITE?!
CHOOOO CHOOOOO CHOOOOOO!!! HOP ON, CAUSE THE ONLY WAY TO FIND OUT WHERE WE'RE GOING IS BY TUNING IN....ON THE NEXXXXXT PAAAAAAAARRRRRTTTTTYYYYY ROOOOLLLLLL!!!!!!!
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Trivia
-Engineer Rory is still MIA and gone for several weeks. Some say he might be Jesus.
-Mark did roll in the last episode to kill Daniel Creme, or so he says
-Eirdren is conspicuously missing when the group arrive to talk to the king
-Dusty's grandpa used to eat peanut butter and pickles sandwiches all the time -Dusty also has a coworker that eats hot chili along with a peanut butter sandwich. She's stacked.
-The suite room costs 12 gp
-There is a game called "spacestation 13" where you can play DnD INSIDE THE GAME.
-Dusty does not like to haggle in real life.
-Jedwyn's mule's name is "cupcake"
-Mark know how to play the bassoon
-Matt dated a girl in college who was an oboe player
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Quotes
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"None of my creampie spills..it all stays in..." - Mark
"Is that the meaning of 'African mayonnaise'? when you sew up a vagina with a creampie in it?" - Dusty
"You call em Corpse Eclairs" - Matt on the creampie filled corpses
"When they have rigor mortis it's called Krispy Creme" - Dusty, one upping Matt
"Listen to our air noisers!" - Dusty on the king's trumpeters
"Are they capable of doing that sir?" - Barilla questioning the king if the guards are able to burn bodies since they can't do much in a fight
"OHHH SHIT!!!!" - Fumbles when he realizes that Jedwyn and Fritz are having a conversation in his head.
"...and I'm sorry I'm so ignorant on the subject your royal majesty king of all and holy of holiest, but where did your kind originally come from?" - A sassy Jedwyn
"Okay, the suns down right now, but i'll let you know tomorrow" - Fumbles to the king as to why his eyes hurt when he looks at the sun
"It doesn't smell right" - Carl 7
"Is this whole campaign a metaphor to the Israel/Palestine struggle?" - Dusty
"The last campaign? Was about the crisis in Darfur" - Mark
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"Is that why that town was called 'Darthree?" - Steven
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hey guys, im not in this community but i just wanted to tell you guys that we got a 1-1-1 from the judges at a district band and im proud :) we also beat our playful nemesis

From: Horselover Fat [Dead Ghost Nation]
To: Whom It May Concern
Subject: Ghost Nation (in response to Memento Mori)
Horselover Fat speaking. I am also somebody else, though not the writer. However, the writer also is Horselover Fat so whoever the writer is, Horselover Fat is the writer, which is I, the author but not the writer, as long as Horselover is present under the veil- Do you see what I have to deal with here?
All of you, the synth lords, saints and sinners, the time you’ve been waiting for has come: we are listening! Music lovers united in the rain, or under the moon. Shy one, you’re not invisible. We see you! You’ve been of utmost help the whole time and we’ve been relying mostly on you lately. Looks like you’re the one whose heart and mind are in their places. Should they be backwards, we realized that listening to the latest material in the reverse order tells quite a different take on the whole Hammerhead situation.
(No chance we’re all just nuts, right? That bridge was burned long ago.)
I hope dreamers under the stars can use these words to talk to you in their own voices. The pilot, pain, hurt and fear, and even the boys from L.A. The guy we need to remember. Everyone else. This is my attempt, this thing that has taken shape inside of me needs to get out. [Listeners like us, and them - those relaying us the message through the radio -] You have been relaying the message in the airways for over forty years trying to get it through, hoping your listeners come together and embrace your work as the hypostasis for our own lives.
Don’t take me for a voice for the voiceless. I’m just a guy trying to tell you we’re here, we received the message. It is a dead Ghost Nation.
I write this in the evening preceding the event it all seems to be leading to. Six hours left in my timezone. I’d really like to go into detail on how my Bodhisattva and I cracked the code, listened to the call, joined the revolution… Looking between the lines and always finding another piece that fits. A great plot, but for a different opportunity. Presently we’re here to share the jist of our findings.
(I’m confident they are somewhat accurate.)
A technophile in a punk band that ran into the synthesizer. Once a driver, now a pilot, he’s the one flying our starship. The writer wrote the plan as such, not without approval from all of us. Hope and Pain - the penultimate lesson he understood. At that moment he thought he would go out and “do good”, but he had done good enough! Hope and Pain. That’s for us, dead Ghost Nation. Our misfortune seems to be that the pilot is not aware. Either that or he’s indeed an android. He’s the original one, precogged and inserted the whole story into sounds that led his army to two number ones right from the start.
The pilot crashed at Wimbledon, two powers emerged: He who is never heard and those bound by the contract. A few years later, hurt shed its tears for pain. There is at least one more on the same level that I know of, but I still couldn’t catch up to them under this new light. And who’s to say how many others. There’s also something apparently analogous going on in the west. Cross-genre messages are traded. The shape jungle beat boys are taking screams for a monarchy of roses.
A couple of years ago, Gary was pissed at all of you. Your response on the radio was massive and now here we are, standing on the edge of collapse (but nothing can keep us down)
I don’t think much is gonna happen right now, a big shock is never a good thing. I hope it just vindicates them to both ours and their own eyes. I keep a positive attitude because we will carry on what you started. We who loved you, then sometimes hated you, because “why the hell do you only sing about yourself and some random chick?”, we get it, ok? Everybody shares the same responsibility over the message and everybody can play a part. I step forward to say this absurd. I play the part that relays our first feedback to you. I am merely a “Copy that!” and yet, my pain was just the same; the responsibility is the same because it is just as important to everyone.
No one asked me to do this. My relief is being held hostage and this is ransom. I’m also the one holding it hostage, so I’m pleased to have the opportunity to come out of the shadows, allowing our kind to be seen by you (should the other listeners allow me such indulgence).

From: Horselover Fat [Dead Ghost Nation]
To: Whom It May Concern
Subject: Ghost Nation (in response to Memento Mori)
Horselover Fat speaking. I am also somebody else, though not the writer. However, the writer also is Horselover Fat so whoever the writer is, Horselover Fat is the writer, which is I, the author but not the writer, as long as Horselover is present under the veil- Do you see what I have to deal with here?
All of you, the synth lords, saints and sinners, the time you’ve been waiting for has come: we are listening! Music lovers united in the rain, or under the moon. Shy one, you’re not invisible. We see you! You’ve been of utmost help the whole time and we’ve been relying mostly on you lately. Looks like you’re the one whose heart and mind are in their places. Should they be backwards, we realized that listening to the latest material in the reverse order tells quite a different take on the whole Hammerhead situation.
(No chance we’re all just nuts, right? That bridge was burned long ago.)
I hope dreamers under the stars can use these words to talk to you in their own voices. The pilot, pain, hurt and fear, and even the boys from L.A. The guy we need to remember. Everyone else. This is my attempt, this thing that has taken shape inside of me needs to get out. [Listeners like us, and them - those relaying us the message through the radio -] You have been relaying the message in the airways for over forty years trying to get it through, hoping your listeners come together and embrace your work as the hypostasis for our own lives.
Don’t take me for a voice for the voiceless. I’m just a guy trying to tell you we’re here, we received the message. It is a dead Ghost Nation.
I write this in the evening preceding the event it all seems to be leading to. Six hours left in my timezone. I’d really like to go into detail on how my Bodhisattva and I cracked the code, listened to the call, joined the revolution… Looking between the lines and always finding another piece that fits. A great plot, but for a different opportunity. Presently we’re here to share the jist of our findings.
(I’m confident they are somewhat accurate.)
A technophile in a punk band that ran into the synthesizer. Once a driver, now a pilot, he’s the one flying our starship. The writer wrote the plan as such, not without approval from all of us. Hope and Pain - the penultimate lesson he understood. At that moment he thought he would go out and “do good”, but he had done good enough! Hope and Pain. That’s for us, dead Ghost Nation. Our misfortune seems to be that the pilot is not aware. Either that or he’s indeed an android. He’s the original one, precogged and inserted the whole story into sounds that led his army to two number ones right from the start.
The pilot crashed at Wimbledon, two powers emerged: He who is never heard and those bound by the contract. A few years later, hurt shed its tears for pain. There is at least one more on the same level that I know of, but I still couldn’t catch up to them under this new light. And who’s to say how many others. There’s also something apparently analogous going on in the west. Cross-genre messages are traded. The shape jungle beat boys are taking screams for a monarchy of roses.
A couple of years ago, Gary was pissed at all of you. Your response on the radio was massive and now here we are, standing on the edge of collapse (but nothing can keep us down)
I don’t think much is gonna happen right now, a big shock is never a good thing. I hope it just vindicates them to both ours and their own eyes. I keep a positive attitude because we will carry on what you started. We who loved you, then sometimes hated you, because “why the hell do you only sing about yourself and some random chick?”, we get it, ok? Everybody shares the same responsibility over the message and everybody can play a part. I step forward to say this absurd. I play the part that relays our first feedback to you. I am merely a “Copy that!” and yet, my pain was just the same; the responsibility is the same because it is just as important to everyone.
No one asked me to do this. My relief is being held hostage and this is ransom. I’m also the one holding it hostage, so I’m pleased to have the opportunity to come out of the shadows, allowing our kind to be seen by you (should the other listeners allow me such indulgence).

I don't get to listen through a complete show much these days. Takes a few car rides and chores and I tend to get off task. I don't think this show ranks as #1 of any particular thing on any lists, but it is remarkable when listened to fresh, not having spun a lot of GD in a while. It captures a really interesting moment in GD history, where the setlist craftsmanship that starts to emerge in late 73 and 74, is not yet crystallized, the really long >1-hr jam-sets of summer'72 are in the rear view mirror, and some new attention to craftsmanship from the entire band are on display. Having Morning Dew open, then a jumble of short western tunes and cowboy songs scattered between all three sets (e.g. DS -> Cumberland) with really only two 'out' Jams.: Playin' following the other 72-73 voyages, DS with a compressed Spanish-jam modal exchange drawing audible applause into the SBD recording from the audience for its dexterity... I did more than one double-take when Keith exhibited some really amazing interplay with Jerry (I'd have to double check, but I think He's Gone really is the peak of that). In some ways this show reminds me of some of the '71 shows I've listened to, with the 'new' material still needing some effort. I started seeing the Dead in the late 80's so the experience of all of this time was all told to me from elder statesmen, but in my late teens and early 20s I did a very deep dive into the auds that were in circulation. It was refreshing to find new things to discover today, thanks to things like Dicks Picks. I might have to figure out how to stream some of these Charlie remixes from Archive or similar in the car now....

I'm not a huge fan of Kidd, but people calling him shit for getting one tapped are wack. He and Law are rivals to Luffy Pre Gear 5. Big Mom and Kaido are ridiculously powerful and aren't any less impressive than Shanks because of this. The thing that separates Shanks from the other two is the fact he was willing to get the job done, and didn't play any games.
Kaido beat and could have killed Luffy multiple times, AND he had the ability to dodge multiple high level attacks with future sight. He chose not to because he wanted a good fight. Hell his recklessness on top of the fact he was literally carrying Onigashima for most of the fight adds to this. Kaido even chose to take Luffy's final attack head on. In a One on One with both of them absolutely fresh Kaido would win, even more so if he actually took things seriously. That just isn't Kaido though. He wants a good fight even if it kills him.
Big Mom was getting pretty banged up, but she was still pushing through everything. Even with both of their awakenings going hard on her she was still keeping up. She lost because of the bomb and lava that may or may not be molten seastone. Law and Kidd's teamwork and strategy managed to get them that win. If that bomb was not there, she would have found her way back up and decimated them. They won because of brains. Not power.
Hell a hypothetical Shanks fight would have actually been similar to Kaido and Big mom's where he would still be undeniably stronger, but he would be relatively chill. Kidd probably would have actually gotten some good hits in too. Kidd got one tapped because he severely pissed off Shanks at the start with his background check, and the fact that he was going to kill Shanks' homies. Imagine if Luffy or Law pissed off Kaido or Big Mom to the point where they pulled out their strongest attacks immediately. Maser cannon/Mother misery. Awakening/Giant dragon Avatar. They would have lost just like Kidd.
Hell Kidd also had to take the full force of his own devastating attack backfiring on him on top of Shanks' Divine Departure.
People are acting like Kidd lost to fodder. He lost to a pissed off Yonko. Kidd doesn't suck, neither does Kaido, or Big Mom in comparison to Shanks. We have to take their character, personalities, and context into account.

The game gives you a choice of 3 difficulty settings: Normal, Hard, Very Hard. On the tooltip, VH is stated as the intended difficulty by the devs. Googling around, there were quite a few occasions where people were having difficulty even on Hard on their 1st playthrough.
I chose Normal and after beating the game (30Hours), I don't think I would have enjoyed it as much on the harder difficulty levels. You do have the option of changing the difficulty anytime during the game so I don't think it would have been THAT detrimental.
The intended gameplay is to whittle down the enemy forces by taking out the patrolling mobs with your silenced weapon in 1 turn. Once that is done, you place your 3 units strategically around the rest of the enemies; high ground is usually good. Then you start your attack which gives you the opportunity to attack 1st.
Certain issues with the game that makes it unnecessarily difficulty:
1) Some mobs that are supposed to patrol, only do so after you get close enough to trigger their dialogue.
2) You'll find that some of the skills you attain you can't figure out how to use, or why my grenade doesn't hit when I am on the 2nd floor. I had to google a skill and found out you have to use your scrollwheel up/down to go up or down a level; this wasn't really explained nor is it intuitive to figure out. In the controls section, you have 'Tactical Height' set to 'mouse wheel axis' but when you are starting fresh, I had no idea what that meant. The game could have done a better job explaining this during combat.
3) You CAN take out patrolling mobs with your non-silenced loud guns which usually do more damage without alerting anyone else, as long as you are a certain distance away. Problem is you don't get any indications of just exactly how far you can be. Only after playing through the game, I have a general sense of how far the distance is.
I was looking at a VH playthrough, and it takes a lot of using a particular equip-able on a certain character using a particular weapon and skills. Then maybe switch out to a different character using their skills. Essentially on the harder difficulty levels, it will take a lot of trial and error, and save scumming, at least on your 1st playthrough, both of which I really don't enjoy doing.
But this is a story based game and its linear in which zone you can/should go, enemies and resources are finite, which is fine by itself, but this doesn't lead to having that much of a replayability factor IMO.
The interface also doesn't do you any favors; would have been more streamlined with a dropdown menu but instead its big and blocky, and leads to excessive button clicking to outfit/change your characters skills, equipments, etc..
You can't zoom in or out while you are roaming the wasteland; it has some nice effects that you wish you can zoom into on. It also would be nice to zoom out and get a better idea of your surroundings.
Ok, enough negatives. The voice acting is pretty good. All 5 companions have their own personalities. The story was good enough for me to be interested till the end. The combat is fun, but only after you figure out the nuances of it. Everything is more or less destroyable with nades. An enemy that is behind high cover? You can use a nade to destroy it. Giant mechs crashing through buildings is just awesome. Mechs that blow up after you kill it destroy its surrounding environments; so if you were in the 2nd floor with good position but destroy a drone, bye bye 2nd floor and you take fall damage too.
I do recommend the game, at the easiest difficulty. But like I stated difficulty can be changed to whatever you want, whenever you want, so whatever difficulty you do its not set in stone.

Yep, another one of those monthly "guitarist looking for..." posts. I'm a long time Wilmington local and am looking for people to jam with. Maybe form a project. I do gig with a band currently but shouldn't be an issue time-wise.
I enjoy playing blues, rock, jam band style music. Can play the slide decently as well. Some favorite bands are Tedeschi Trucks Band, Pink Floyd, Dopapod, Mungion, Squeaky Feet, Goose, Umphrey's McGee, Aquarium Rescue Unit and looking to maybe play that style of music with like minded musicians. See what happens.
And even if not, just playing any music with someone would be a breath of fresh air.
Thanks for coming to my TED talk.

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From: Horselover Fat [Dead Ghost Nation]
To: Whom It May Concern
Subject: Ghost Nation (in response to Memento Mori)
Horselover Fat speaking. I am also somebody else, though not the writer. However, the writer also is Horselover Fat so whoever the writer is, Horselover Fat is the writer, which is I, the author but not the writer, as long as Horselover is present under the veil- Do you see what I have to deal with here?
All of you, the synth lords, saints and sinners, the time you’ve been waiting for has come: we are listening! Music lovers united in the rain, or under the moon. Shy one, you’re not invisible. We see you! You’ve been of utmost help the whole time and we’ve been relying mostly on you lately. Looks like you’re the one whose heart and mind are in their places. Should they be backwards, we realized that listening to the latest material in the reverse order tells quite a different take on the whole Hammerhead situation.
(No chance we’re all just nuts, right? That bridge was burned long ago.)
I hope dreamers under the stars can use these words to talk to you in their own voices. The pilot, pain, hurt and fear, and even the boys from L.A. The guy we need to remember. Everyone else. This is my attempt, this thing that has taken shape inside of me needs to get out. [Listeners like us, and them - those relaying us the message through the radio -] You have been relaying the message in the airways for over forty years trying to get it through, hoping your listeners come together and embrace your work as the hypostasis for our own lives.
Don’t take me for a voice for the voiceless. I’m just a guy trying to tell you we’re here, we received the message. It is a dead Ghost Nation.
I write this in the evening preceding the event it all seems to be leading to. Six hours left in my timezone. I’d really like to go into detail on how my Bodhisattva and I cracked the code, listened to the call, joined the revolution… Looking between the lines and always finding another piece that fits. A great plot, but for a different opportunity. Presently we’re here to share the jist of our findings.
(I’m confident they are somewhat accurate.)
A technophile in a punk band that ran into the synthesizer. Once a driver, now a pilot, he’s the one flying our starship. The writer wrote the plan as such, not without approval from all of us. Hope and Pain - the penultimate lesson he understood. At that moment he thought he would go out and “do good”, but he had done good enough! Hope and Pain. That’s for us, dead Ghost Nation. Our misfortune seems to be that the pilot is not aware. Either that or he’s indeed an android. He’s the original one, precogged and inserted the whole story into sounds that led his army to two number ones right from the start.
The pilot crashed at Wimbledon, two powers emerged: He who is never heard and those bound by the contract. A few years later, hurt shed its tears for pain. There is at least one more on the same level that I know of, but I still couldn’t catch up to them under this new light. And who’s to say how many others. There’s also something apparently analogous going on in the west. Cross-genre messages are traded. The shape jungle beat boys are taking screams for a monarchy of roses.
A couple of years ago, Gary was pissed at all of you. Your response on the radio was massive and now here we are, standing on the edge of collapse (but nothing can keep us down)
I don’t think much is gonna happen right now, a big shock is never a good thing. I hope it just vindicates them to both ours and their own eyes. I keep a positive attitude because we will carry on what you started. We who loved you, then sometimes hated you, because “why the hell do you only sing about yourself and some random chick?”, we get it, ok? Everybody shares the same responsibility over the message and everybody can play a part. I step forward to say this absurd. I play the part that relays our first feedback to you. I am merely a “Copy that!” and yet, my pain was just the same; the responsibility is the same because it is just as important to everyone.
No one asked me to do this. My relief is being held hostage and this is ransom. I’m also the one holding it hostage, so I’m pleased to have the opportunity to come out of the shadows, allowing our kind to be seen by you (should the other listeners allow me such indulgence).

Thank you to all of you in this sub for your amazing advice and answers. It made our stay on the Big Island super special and a BLAST! Disclaimer: I know this is long. Skip around and read the sections you're interested in!
FAVORITE FOOD: Flourless Chocolate Cake at Canoehouse (killer)
FAVORITE ALCOHOL: Volcano Winery Wines (all)
FAVORITE BEACH: Beach 69
FAVORITE SPOTS WE VISITED: HVNP, Pu'uhonua O Honaunau Natl. Park
Saturday 3/11 - Kailua Kona Arrived to the Big Island. We got great advice on where to go/what to do from our lyft driver. We got to the My Hawaii hostel and changed and then took an Uber to Umekes in Kailua Kona. A great place to go when jetlagged - our bartender was super nice. We got poke and Virgin Pina Coladas. The poke was like butter - melted in my mouth. Then we took a lyft back to the hostel and crashed.
Sunday 3/12 - Kailua Kona We woke up and Ubered to the catholic church (St. Josephs) for mass. After that we bought sunscreen (reef safe) and walked around Kailua Kona (mainly tourist shops). Highly recommend Scandinavian Shave Ice- our lyft driver told us to get it with Lillikoi and Watermelon flavor and then Tahitian vanilla in the middle. For lunch we walked to Willis hot Chicken. This place was great - has live music some nights and had a line out the door with mostly locals going there. We had a great conversation with an 80 year old filipina woman and navy vet who were world travelers but lived on the Big Island. After that we went to Target to meet our Mauna Kea Summit and Stars tour guide but we found out our tour was canceled due to inclement weather. So we ate shamrock shake oreo mcflurries while we decided what to do. We decided to reschedule the tour for our last day on the island and buy some swimsuits and dinner at Target and take an Uber to the nearest beach (airport beach).We hung out at the beach and watched the sun set. Not a great beach to swim at but great for sunsets. Then we took an Uber to downtown Kailua Kona and watched a hawaiian band play for 2 hours and had lots of drinks at Gertrudes. If you're looking for great entertainment while visiting, highly recommend. They have live music almost every night of the week and of many different genres!
Monday 3/13 - Kailua Kona We hung around and met some of the people at the hostel for an hour. Then we went to a convenience store for some lunch food and then took an Uber to Kua Bay beach. I tried to swim but the waves were too strong for me but my cousin loved the water. Overall though a pretty nice beach! Then we took an Uber to get our rental car. We picked up the rental and went to get sushi for dinner at Sushi Cocoro & Udon noodle in downtown Kailua Kona. Highly recommend going here. Amazing sushi for relatively cheap pricing. We then got shave ice again from Scandinavian shave ice (had to) and then drove to Walmart to pick up souvenirs and food for the next day. Highly recommend going go Walmart for souvenirs. They're cheap and they have an entire section for them near the entrance.
Tuesday 3/14 - Kailua Kona area We woke up and drove our car to the Painted Church early to see that and get some pics. Next we drove to Pu'uhonua O Honaunau National Historic Site. We loved learning about the cultural significance, fabulous views and playing Konane. Then we ate a pb and banana sandwich lunch in the picnic area in the park and walked around some of the lava rocks and small tide pools. After that we drove up to Heavenly Hawaiian Kona Coffee Farm on the side of the mountain. We sampled many coffees and had a tour with Nate from Nebraska. Kona coffee is incredibly fruity and delicious. After that we drove to Costco to get gas and some groceries. We then ate a quick dinner at the hostel and then went to the Sea Paradise catamaran to go to the Manta Ray Night Dive. That was amazing and worth it to go on a big boat since they had better lighting equipment than the smaller boats which attracted the Mantas for longer. The staff was also super professional and amazing. Mantas were of course mesmerizing and huge!
Wednesday 3/15 - Kailua Kona -> Volcano We woke up, checked out of our hostel and went to Two Step to snorkel. We saw yellow fish, sea urchins, rainbow parrot fish, and dolphins swimming in the bay. If you going to snorkel at all on the island, go as early as possible. By 11 am the best fish are hiding and the crowds have arrived. We had lunch again at the same picnic area next to Pu'uhonua O Honaunau park. Next we drove south and stopped at Punaluu bakery for some malasadas. My favorite was the Haupia and my cousins was the Lillikoi. Lots of tourists were also stopped there. Next we stopped at Punaluu black sand beach. This beach was super cool. We saw 4 or 5 turtles in the surf eating algae but none up on the beach. Also a ton of tourists here with some of them getting too close to the turtles. Then we stopped at Ka'u coffee mill to buy coffee and souvenirs. Next we stopped quickly at a general store for some ramen and butter mochi to try. We checked into our really nice airbnb in Volcano and ate ramen for dinner.
Thursday 3/16 - Volcano We woke up and drove over to Hawaii Volcanoes National Park. We stopped at the visitors center, saw the huge active volcanic crater, saw the Thurston Lava Tube and then many other craters on the way down to the ocean on chain of craters road. Recommend the HVNP Shaka Guide tour. It was entirely worth it because it told us which stuff was worth seeing and gave us the background/ history behind it. We did a really hot hike to see some petroglyphs and finally saw the sea arch at the end. We then drove out of the park. We were in the park for about 6 hours so allow enough time for this spectacular place. We then showered and then got ready for our nice dinner at Volcano House. We watched the sunset over the Volcano and behind Mauna Loa. The food and service were great (especially the fish dishes!). We then went to the Kiluea Overlook and didn't see lava flowing but saw more stars than we've ever seen before!
Friday 3/17 - Volcano I woke up early (6:45) and went on a 2 hour hike down into the Kiluea Iki Crater and out. Amazing views and worth it to get up early to avoid the heat and crowds. After that we decided to do our laundry at the laundromat. We got a late lunch at the Tuk Tuk Thai food truck which was good! The shrimp in the Pad Thai perfectly cooked and super fresh. After that we did a short hike to see the Sulfur Banks which is where sulfur steam is coming out in HVNP. After that we went to Volcano Winery and liked every single wine we tasted so we both bought a bottle to take home. They close at 5:30 daily so make sure you arrive with an hour to spare if you want to do a tasting. We then went back to our Airbnb for dinner (ramen and leftovers) and watched 2 hours of documentaries about the Hawaii Volcanoes.
Saturday 3/18 - Hilo We woke up and drove to Hilo. We walked through the Liluokalani Japanese Gardens and then shopped at lots of the stores (shoutout Simply Sisters boutique for authentically hawaiian made clothing) We had a great time wandering through the farmers market and trying a bunch of foods. We bought a jam from Steve's Akaka Falls Jams which is one of the tents. You have to stop here - they will give you 10 samples and all are good. We then drove over to Ken's Pancakes for a late lunch. I had the Loco Moco and my cousin had the Mahi Mahi with eggs and hash browns and we split an order of pancakes. Pretty good but no A/C there which made it pretty hot inside since it was already after 1pm. Next we drove to Big Island Candies for some good edible souvenirs. After that we went to the Hawaii Bioreserve which we loved and saw so many amazing flowers! We did get bit by mosquitoes though. We then went to the catholic church for 5pm mass. After that we went to Hilo Burger (really enjoyed the laid back bar vibe but with good food) and headed back to the airbnb.
Sunday 3/19 - Hilo -> Waikoloa Village We checked out of our airbnb and stopped at a 7/11 for some hawaiian snacks. Really loved the variety of snacks there. Next we went to Akaka Falls to check that out which was pretty cool! We stopped at the Honomu Goat Farm on the way out of Akaka Falls to feed some goats. They also sold carmels there which are AMAZING. Next we drove up to Waipio Valley overlook for a good view of the valley and ate our lunch in the car there. After that we drove to Pu'ukohala Heiau. Here the history of the site is more interesting than the site itself but regardless is very important in the history of King Kamehameha and the unification of the hawaiian people. Next we drove to the Fairmont Orchid to walk through it and see what it is like for half an hour. After that we drove to shower and check into our new airbnb in Waikoloa village. We drove to Mauna Lani Auberge to walk around the grounds (GORGEOUS) and hangout during sunset. Then we ate at Canoehouse for a 7:30 dinner which was phenomenal. Exhausted, we drove back to our airbnb.
Monday 3/20 - Kohala Coast / Mauna Kea We woke up and drove to Hapuna Beach for a few hours. The beach was beautiful with a long expanse of fine white sand and great waves to boogie board in. We changed and drove to the Kailua Kona target to meet our Mauna Kea Summit and Stars tour guide and van. He drove us up to the visitors center and up the rough road to the summit with all of the telescopes. There was snow up there and even people skiing and snowboarding! We watched the sun set. Then we drove down to a lower elevation to look at the stars. It was so fun to be above the clouds and we were really glad we paid to have somebody else drive us up the rocky route to the summit. It felt like we were on Mars! We then drove back to the visitors center and then back to the Kona Target. We got back to the Kona Target right before 10pm so if you are doing one of these tours prepare for a long day.
Tuesday 3/21 - Kohala Coast -> Departure We woke up and checked out of our airbnb. We spent the morning and early afternoon at Beach 69 which was great because it had lots of shade and very clear waters to see fish. It ended up being our favorite beach from the whole trip. We returned our rental and lastly stopped at Broke Da Mouth Grindz (had to get some Kalua Pork before leaving) for dinner before heading to the airport.
If we had any regrets it would be staying at Waikoloa Village for one more day and Kailua Kona one less day since it would've given us more beach time. Other than that we both loved the trip and can't wait to return.
Mahalo nui to the amazing people and nature of this beautiful island for a fabulous adventure!

Dust & Static - Endone + Hydrochlorothiazide
Boylan, Trends - Norman Bates - Cimm Remix
Starfire Muse - Shadow Bonnie Lullaby - Widow Remix
Chief Kaya - Bastet
Kahn, Neek, Riko Dan, Flowdan - War Start feat. Flowdan feat. Riko Dan
Chunky - Yes I
Novelist - Mercy
Dolenz - Hackney Leech
Hamdi - Skanka - VIP Mix
Nahlith - Shroud
Subculture - Kingston Sound
Argo - Hypno
Riko Dan, Hayz, NothingNice - Hawkeye - Oddkut Remix
T-Man, Hypho, Scamma - Terps VIP
SWR - Potency - TMSV Remix
Fake Two Piece - 868
Drone, Snowy - All I Know
Hamdi, Sir Hiss - I Don't Know
Leo Cap - I Feel Good
Ickle, Who Knew - Lightbulb Moment
Killa P, RDG - Press Trigger
Joe Milli - Darling (EVM128 Remix) - EVM128 Remix
Rp Boo - B.O.T.O.
OG DJ Milton - Free DJ Milton - DJ Clent Remix
SYZ, Yushh - Fuzbidun
Sumgii, Dolenz - Nil Feels
Guava - Always There - 160 Extended Version
Lao, TSVI - Sendero
Super Jim Z - Rihanna Joint feat. Super Jim Z
Max Le Daron, Joey le Soldat, LaBoK, AZIZAA MYSTIC - Freedom - Labok Remix
Big Dope P, Househead Samira - Ride With Me
Silvestre - Out of Control
Jessika Kay - Whine up on Me
Kouslin - Five Four
Hyas - WANT2BE
Tomás Urquieta - 32 Balas - Rhyw's Double Dribble Remix
Philip D Kick - The Journey Home
DJ Girl - Get Down
drexell - Reprogram
Sudley - Ghost Notes
Mish, Brodie, Waypoint - Bitter Soul (feat. brodie)
Carlito - Take Me Down
Lu, Nami - 4 Minutes
LNO, Slippy Skills - Charged feat. Slippy Skills
Chords, Rene Lavice - Set Pace - Extended Mix
LSB, Jubei - The Source
Rider Shafique, Moytra - Face Your Fears
Killer Hertz - Rock Solid
Bluejay, Revan - Night Beats
DJ Limited, Benny L - No Turning Back
Nick The Lot - Unknown Creatures
DJ Hybrid, Mad Sam - Dem No Ready - Bennie Remix
Anima - Osirion
Lupo, Objectiv - Speak2Me
Ky, Chris Kastro - Sledgehammer
Sl8r, Samurai Breaks, Mnt - Manny Ravers (feat. MNT)
Resslek - Frozen Mind
Wingz - Another World
Trex, Teej, Medic MC - Hot One feat. Medic MC - T>I Remix
DJ Rap - Saviour
Zapya - Cemetery
Fuenka, Das Pharaoh - Purple Sky - Extended Mix
Will DeKeizer - Emerald
NOIYSE PROJECT - The Groove Child
Faminski - Legacy
German Brigante, Anita Sibona - Get Strong for Me feat. Anita Sibona - Henry Saiz Remix
Ivan Aliaga - Sami
Rocio Portillo, Karim Sar Sar, Valley (AR) - Condor Plateado - Jesuan M Remix
Vitaly Shturm - Paranoid Girl - Matias Burna Remix
Soulmade (AR) - Quid Pro Quo
Forty Cats - W.D.Y.M.
Michael A - Galactic Voices
Francesco Pico, PvHL - Catch The Moment - Club Mix
Gai Barone, Luke Brancaccio - Curious of Humble
Matías Delóngaro - Espuma en Sal - Maxi Welchen Remix
Blanka Barbara - Betrayer Moon - Forty Cats Remix
Tuba Twooz - Orange Sphere
Aman Anand, Da Luka - Mythical Creatures
MUUI - Jaded Moon - Extended Mix
Robert Babicz - One Mind - Integral Bread Remix
ADZ - Falling - Extended Mix
Chronical Effect - Granular Base
Adirøs - Gift of Life
Intelligent Nonsense - Don't Bother Me
Pandora, MONTSHO - Sacred Afrika
Samuel Roos - Journey
Story of Light - The Art of Dreaming
Talpa - Oxymoron
X-Dream - Eleven - Atmos Remix
Mindsurfer - Time and Space
Quantiko - Feel Pain
Kupidox - Its you
Terra Mission - Psychonaut
Ree.k - Hi Izuru Tokoro
Kezo Moon - Titan
Visua - Nano Technology - Ocean Remix
Intelligence - Opera Prima
Kojo - Texas Rage - Kojo on Acid Mix
A2B, Modus (ISR) - Afterglow
Beat Bizarre - Moonblood - Original mix
Eliminate, Peekaboo - Quickness
Jiqui - SONAR
Felmax, Focuss - Run This
Subtronics - Cabin Fever - Kompany Remix
AlienPark - Fkng Click
Perry Wayne - The Labyrinth
AIMER - Like A Girl
SweetTooth, SQISHI - PUCKER UP
Eptic, HOL! - Detonate
Kompany, Hi I'm Ghost - Gunshots
Dr.Ushuu - Spaceships
Bandlez - Ghetto Blastah
Ivory, Dirtyphonics - Bastille - Bizo Remix
Kozmoz, MINDFVCK - Tonal Scream
Ivory, Dr. Ushūu - Madara
Jool - Freyja
JEANIE, BLUPILL - Bulletproof (feat. BLUPILL) - VIP
Neotek, SIPPY - Bone Breaker
Dino Shadix - Distorted Dino
MUST DIE! - GRAVEBLOOM
DJ Girl - Technician
Cocky Balboa - Ginger Cubes
Guava - Believe in U
Dross - IMMA FUCK U UP
Hedchef - Fifteen Hundred Limbs
Psytox - Safety in Numbers
User Delusion - In Control
YTP - DNA
Diego Moraes - Hoplita
Francois Dillinger - Need I Say More?
Papa Nugs - Jagged
Caucasian Boy - Reasons - Tranquil Elephantizer Dub
Starpliktuve - Fuzzy Logic
VHOOR - Balinha da Alegria
Osutin - All Gas
Illektrolab - In The Tube
Soft Collision - Imago
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Benny Mussa - If You Want - Luke Solomon's Body Remix
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Harry "Choo Choo" Romero - Night @ The Black
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Arg.o, Bar.ba - Acqua Magica
Hard Ton - WDYKAAHM?
Mulya - Caravan
Able to Resist - Higher in the Sky
Kate Ozz - Koukou
Modern Brothers - Past Memories
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Just a question about unlocking the handcannon on pro
you have to beat pro mode w/o bonus weapons on a fresh save, but what is a bonus weapon? does it include the 2 weapons from the deluxe version or just the other unlockable ones? (typewriter, inifnite rpg, primal knife, etc.)?
can we also use ashley's knight outfit?
thanks

Elijah had the fork hovering an inch before his mouth as he turned his surprised eyes towards Amelia who was sitting in front of him. This first date had went extremely well for the two of them. Amelia had insisted on meeting at her place and even cooked the meal they were having right now. Quite an amazing meal, Elijah had to give her that.
But this shocked him. Amelia had said it with such resoluteness, not a shred of emotion in her voice, that it must have been true. Nevertheless Elijah’s first response was “…you did…what?”
“Your food,” Amelia started as she put her fork down. “Has enough poison in it to kill a rhino.” She folded her hands under her chin as she gleefully watched Elijah look back at her in disbelief. That changed however when she saw him slowly put the fork, loaded with the tagliatelle al ragù in his mouth. Amelia turned her head in surprise as she saw Elijah chew for a few seconds and swallow the bite.
“Well…This spaghetti is fucking amazing,” he said. “So might as well”. Elijah twisted his fork between the individual noodles and shoved it back in his mouth, red sauce splattering all over his face and freshly pressed shirt.
Amelia watched him eat every last strand of pasta, every piece of vegetable and even watched Elijah lick the sauce off of his plate. Elijah sat back down as he coughed up a wad of what looked to be sauce. Amelia backed away from the table as Elijah reached over, grabbing her plate and continuing his pillage.
He hadn’t bothered picking his fork back up and was now just clawing away at the plate. Amelia could see the desperation in his eyes as she saw the first blood vessels in his eyes pop out. Elijah had to stop eating for a moment seeing as a tooth had come loose. He picked it out of his mouth and continued without missing a beat.
Pure disbelief but slight curiosity overcame Amelia at the sight of this man not getting enough of the food he was served, knowing damn well it would mean his eventual death. She kneeled beside him to watch him eat the last bit. Struggling to hold it all in, Elijah turned away and vomited up a big red mess.
Elijah was almost unrecognizable when he turned his head back at Amelia. Eyes red, almost popping out of his face, blood slowly trickling from his nose and eyes. She could see a small piece of stomach lining hang from his mouth before Elijah sucked it back in and swallowed it. Amelia smiled as she stood back up, carefully stepping over the blood and other bodily fluids pouring from Elijah’s lifeless body.
She picked up the plates along with Elijah’s flowers and threw them in the garbage can. Clean up was going to be a bitch on this one, Amelia thought.